Pursed lips and tender hips
turning, in my head
Pursed lips and tender hips
turning, in my head
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
FormerAverageRunner wrote:
She used to work in a diner,
Never saw a woman look finer,
I used to order just to watch her float across the floor
Unknown legend, classic Neil Young. I love it.
Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
And now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath as hard as kerosene
Aah... some Townes. Here's another Townes song. Maybe his saddest:
The name she gave was Caroline
Daughter of a miner
Her ways were free
It seemed to me
The sunshine walked beside her
Hey you! Don’t watch that. Watch this! This is the heavy heavy monster sound. The nuttiest sound around!
Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night
Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks
I got permission to put your mama in a headlock
- Ludacris, Block Lockdown
“Long distance runner, what you standin’ there for?”
Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard
But I think
"Oh bondage, up yours"
Not Dylan... wrote:
Pursed lips and tender hips
turning, in my head
Great song. Also one of the creepiest videos ever.
I am an arms dealer, fitting you with weapons in the form of words ...
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
"You know
Every now and then I think you might like to hear something from us
(Left a good job down in the city)
Nice and easy
But there's just one thing, you see (workin' for the man every night and day)
We never ever do nothin'
(But I never lost one minute of sleepin') nice and easy
We always do it nice and rough
(Worryin' 'bout the way that things might've been)
And we're gonna take the beginning of this song and do it easy
(Big wheel keep on turnin')
But then we're gonna do the finish rough
(Proud Mary keep on burnin') this is the way we do "Proud Mary""
-RIP Tina Turner (November 26, 1939 – May 24, 2023). Known as the "Queen of Rock 'n' Roll"
<distant voice on radio> morning! today's forecast calls for blue skies.
sun is shining in the sky
there ain't a cloud in sight.
She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossing her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby, I'm her honey
Never gonna let her go
- John Prine, In Spite of Ourselves
Come and listen to a story
about a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely
kept his family fed,
And then one day he was
shootin at some food,
And up through the ground
came a bubblin crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
Well the first thing you
know ol Jed's a millionaire,
Kinfolk said "Jed move away from there"
Said "Californy is the
place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the
truck and moved to Beverly
Hills, that is. Swimmin
pools, movie stars.
I am an Antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want but I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passersby
cos i wanna be anarchy
There were three men, came out of the westTheir fortunes for to try, and these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die
I’m a streetwalkin cheetah with a heart full of naplam.
I’m the runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb.
I am the world’s forgotten boy, the one who searches and destroys.