For all those grumpy forum members, I'm holding out my hand.........
truthteller
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now let's sing:' I love you, you love me, we're a happy family..........."
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Your hand is accepted friend.
Let's discuss coins eh?
I happen to be a vegetarian bear, other then salmon, occassionally. Bear
Camelot
al h.
(done phonetically. I have no idea how it's really "speeled"...
(traditional)
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya!
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya!
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya!
On Lord, kumbaya!
Someone's praying, Lord, kumbaya,
Someone praying, Lord, kumbaya,
Someone praying, Lord, kumbaya,
On Lord, kumbaya!
Someone's singing, Lord, kumbaya!..
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya!..
Someone's weeping, Lord, kumbaya!..
Somebody's starving, Lord, kumbaya!..
We must act now, Lord, kumbaya!..
The world's in trouble, Lord, kumbaya!..
Sing out loud and clear, kumbaya!..
Someone's shooting, Lord, kumbaya!..
We want freedom, Lord, kumbaya!..
We want justice, Lord, kumbaya!..
Tell the leaders, Lord, kumbaya!..
"The silver is mine and the gold is mine,' declares the LORD GOD Almighty."
we're pretty pathetic when it comes to getting along, ain't we?? all these sour notes are starting to hurt my ears. truth, your off key. dan and bear, you guys are coming in too late, start on cum i said!! and does somebody have the sheet music, i keep forgetting the words?!?!?!?
al h.
Thanks Coindaughter for correcting my "speeling"... heheh.
"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
Well ,If my bathroom walls could speak,they would most likely vigorously campaign agaisnt my being apart of any vocal group.
don't you worry anymore
When life looks like Easy Street
there is danger at your door
Think this through with me
Let me know your mind
Wo-oah, what I want to know
is are you kind?
It's a Buck Dancer's Choice, my friend,
better take my advice
You know all the rules by now
and the fire from the ice
Will you come with me?
Won't you come with me?
Wo-oah, what I want to know,
will you come with me?
Goddamn, well I declare
Have you seen the like?
Their walls are built of cannonballs,
their motto is Don't Tread on Me
Come hear Uncle John's Band
by the riverside
Got some things to talk about
here beside the rising tide
It's the same story the crow told me
It's the only one he know -
like the morning sun you come
and like the wind you go
Ain't no time to hate,
barely time to wait
Wo-oah, what I want to know,
where does the time go?
I live in a silver mine
and I call it Beggar's Tomb
I got me a violin
and I beg you call the tune
Anybody's choice
I can hear your voice
Wo-oah what I want to know,
how does the song go?
Come hear Uncle John's Band
by the riverside
Come with me or go alone
He's come to take his children home
Come hear Uncle John's Band
playing to the tide
Come on along or go alone
he's come to take his children home
Oops, that won't work.
How about, "We are the liteside, we are the slabbers; we are the ones who fill registries so let's go on and bicker..."
Obscurum per obscurius
<< <i>"We are the liteside, we are the slabbers; we are the ones who fill registries so let's go on and bicker..." >>
We are the dimwits, we are the suckers, we are the ones who fund PCGS, all the while we are poorer...
jom
<< <i>We are the dimwits, we are the suckers, we are the ones who fund PCGS, all the while we are poorer... >>
Your a little off key but i like it
"The silver is mine and the gold is mine,' declares the LORD GOD Almighty."
oops...when did that one stop
Go BIG or GO HOME. ©Bill
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tatoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault.
PM me your shipping for your prize.
al h.
I loved Uncle John's Band, almost as good as Friend of the Devil.
and it sets us apart from practitioners and consultants. Gregor
I ran down to the levee
But the Devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill
And he vanished in the air
Almost as good as my old eBay handle - Crazy Fingers,...or Scarlet Begonias,...or Eyes of The World,...or Saint Stephens,...or...........................................................
Hey, when you get my answering machine, you hear
"You know all the rules by now
and the fire from the ice"
I imagine it gets some tele-marketers wonderin'!
Don
Dead, and
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
He says, Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, Bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Chorus
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, Man, what are you doin' here?
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
Russ, NCNE
BTW - Russ, best B.Joel tune - Always a woman to me.
and it sets us apart from practitioners and consultants. Gregor
She's got everything I need
Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double
Pays my ticket when I speed
She come skimming through rays of violet
She can wade in a drop of dew
She don't come and I don't follow
Waits backstage while I sing to you
She can dance a cajun rhythm
Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive
She's a summer love in the spring, fall and winter
She can make happy any man alive
we start out the day that way and just continue for 24 hours.
Camelot