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I have a cd on that seems to makes sense....

Heresy (Blind)

he sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see
he tries to tell me what i put inside of me
he's got the answers to ease my curiosity
he dreamed up a god and called it christianity

your god is dead and no one cares
if there is a hell i will see you there

he flexed his muscles to keep his flock of sheep in line
he made a virus that would kill off all the swine
his perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain
demands devotion atrocities done in his name

your god is dead and no one cares
drowning in his own hypocrisy
and if there is a hell i will see you there

burning with your god in humility
will you die for this?

Seems pretty fair and honest to me, but the religious types wont agree.

The Lambrettas- Dance

It's up to you - say yes and it's alright
Too much too soon? Do you want to stay the night?
If you want to it's alright
You had enough and you want to be alone
O.K. - That's rough - If you want I'll walk you home
But don't go on your own

D-a-a-ance wiht me tonight
At least you can - Just dance
I want you more that I can stand

I've asked before, I'm going to ask again
Just one chance more
so you want to stay just friends - and that's the way it ends.

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Preacherman, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights. Come on!

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Bob Marley

Get Your Biscuits In The Oven & Your Buns In The Bed



(kinky friedman)

You uppity women I don’t understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
You’d better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That’s what I to my baby said,
Women’s liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.

Early every morning you’re out on the street
Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet.
You gave up your maiden form for lent
And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.

Every single brakeman that’s ever come along
Had a little woman always tellin’ him that he’s wrong.
Eve said to adam, ¡°here’s an apple you horse¡±
And delilah defoliated samson’s moss.

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That’s what I to my baby said,
Women’s liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.

Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws
Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras,
Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean
And your coffee makes my hair turn green.

So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
If you can’t love a male chauvinist
You’d better cross me off your shopping list.

Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That’s what I to my baby said,
Women’s liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.



This song not only talks to me...It Shouts!!

...Boy am I gonna get it!

Sorry to be negative, but one verse from a Howard Jones songs sums it up for me..."Noone Is To Blame"

"Doctor says your cured, but you still feel the same"
"Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain"

Have a nice day!!

This bunch will make you feel better, honey. We can never really feel alone at least around here.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how we run like pigs from a gun, see how we fly
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, I'm waiting for the van to come,
Corporation t-shirts, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you've been a naughty boy
You let you face grow long.

I am the egg man
We are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo ga joob!

Mister city policeman sitting
Pretty little policeman in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how we run
I'm crying

Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye,
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Man you've been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down

I am the egg man
We are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo ga joob!

Sitting in an English garden, waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get your tan
From standing in the English rain.

Cos I am the eggman
We are the eggman
And I am the walrus
Goo goo ga joob!

Expert textpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide,
I'm crying

Semolina pilchards climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing hare krishna
Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
I am the eggman
We are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo ga joob!

Bravo!!! Anyone that likes Kinky has to be a good guy!

Some girls like to buy new shoes
And others like drivin' trucks and wearing tattoos
There's only one thing that they all like a bunch
Oh, girls, they wanna have lunch
Oh, girls just wanna have lunch

I know how to keep a woman satisfied
When I whip out my Diner's Card their eyes get so wide
They're always in the mood for something to munch
Oh, girls, they wanna have lunch
Oh, girls just wanna have...

That's all they really want
Is some lunch
Don't ask 'em to dinner or breakfast or brunch
'Cause girls, they wanna have lunch
Oh, girls just wanna have lunch

Girls, they wanna
Wanna to have lunch
Girls wanna have

She eats like she got a hole in her neck
And I'm the one that always gets stuck with the check
Can't figure out how come they don't weigh a ton
Oh, girls, they wanna have lunch
Oh, girls just wanna have...

That's all they really want
Is some lunch
Don't know for certain but I've got a hunch
Those girls, they wanna have lunch
Oh, girls just wanna have lunch

Girls, they wanna
Wanna have lunch
Girls wanna have

They just wanna
They just wanna
Girls

They just wanna
They just wanna
Girls just wanna have lunch
Girls
Girls just wanna have lunch

They just wanna
They just wanna
They just wanna
They just wanna
They just wanna
They just wanna have lunch!

I have one but it is a bit morbid. I been listening to H.I.M. Alot lately for reasons i wont say but the song 'join me in death' is the one i have to say speaks to me. To be that in love that you share something so final...it moves me when it asks 'would you die tonight for love'. How could it not speak to someone who in search me the perfect someone.

"Not The Doctor"

I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it's wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

Wow....didn't know anyone knew who Kinky Friedman is!!

Smelly Cat, Smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, smelly cat it's not your fault...
They won't take you to the vet.
You're obviously not their favorite pet.
You may not be a bed of roses,
And you're no friend to those with noses.
Smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault!






I'm in a mood...

and the Texas Jewboys?

I used to read his novels....I can only remember one title Armadillos and Old Lace.

Cigars and cats seemed to feature a lot!

Oops--meant to say something, but now it just seems dumb....

I have one of his novels called Blast From the Past and listen to his Greatest Hits alot

Animals by Nickelback......

Takes me back to some of my mis-spent youth...!! Oooo errr.... did I say that out loud...??!!

I love that song!!