What song.....

[TURKEYNECK]

Everybody likes to smoke and listen to music so........
Post the lyrics to the song that best describes yourself or whats happenin' in your life right now.....



We'll start with some Johnny Cash.

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
Chorus:
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

[DopeDoctor]

Cracker - Low

Sometimes i wanna take you down.
Sometimes i wanna get you low.
Brush your hair back from your eyes.
Take you down let the river flow.

Sometimes i go and walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass.
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles

Chorus:
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stone.
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey hey hey like being stone.

A million poppies gonna make me sleep.
Just one rose and knows your name
The fruit is rusting on the vine
The fruit is calling from the trees

Hey don't you wanna go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles a million miles

Chorus

Blue blue is the sun.
Brown brown is the sky.
Green green of her eyes.
A million miles a million miles

Hey hey don't you wanna go down
Like some disgraced cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles a million miles

Chorus

[Hick]

gotta head into the city today. I can hardly wait!

how 'bout some Blake Shelton..


Driving down the interstate
Running 30 minutes late
Singing 'Margaritaville' and minding my own
Some foreign car driving dude
With a road rage attitude
Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone.

He started yelling at me
Like I did something wrong
He flipped me the bird
And then he was gone.

Some beach somewhere
There's a big umbrella
Casting shade over an empty chair
Palm trees are growing, warm breeze is blowing
I picture myself right there
On some beach, somewhere.

I circled the parking lot
Trying to find a spot
Just big enough I could park my ol' truck
A man with a big cigar
Was getting into his car
I stopped and I waited for him to back up.

But from out of nowhere a Mercedez Benz
Came cruising up and whipped right in.

Some beach, somewhere
There's nowhere to go
When you've got all day to get there
There's cold Margaritas
And hot senoritas
Smiling with long dark hair
On somebeach, somewhere.

Well, I sat in that waiting room
Seemed like all afternoon
The nurse finally said the doc's ready for you
Your not gonna feel a thing
We'll give you some novacaine
That tooth will be fine in a minute or two.

But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum
And he started drilling before I was numb.

Some beach, somewhere
There a beautiful sunset burning up the atmosphere
There's music and dancing, lovers romancing
In the salty evening air
On some beach, somewhere.

On somebeach, somewhere...

[Mutt]

"Hear my train a comin"-Jimi Hendrix

Well I wait around the train station
Waitin’ for that train
Waitin’ for the train, yeah
Take me, yeah, from this lonesome place
Well now a whole lotta people put me down a lot ‘a changes
My girl had called me a disgrace

The tears burnin’
Tears burnin’ me
Tears burnin’ me way down in my heart
Well you know it’s too bad, little girl, it’s too bad, too bad we have to part

Gonna leave this town, yeah
Gotta leave this town
Gonna make a whole lotta money
Gonna be big, yeah
Gonna be big yeah
I’m gonna buy this town
I’m gonna buy this town, an’ put it all in my shoe (might even give a piece to you)
That’s what I’m gonna do, what I’m gonna do, what I’m gonna do

[Hick]

bunch a dang CW fans here err what?..
that has to be pretty unique on an mj board.

[Mutt]

Dang TBG....well you borke half the user guidlines :rolleyes: ....and you show some very serious issues :eek: ....Dang man...is this bad post material. :p
I think I'll let it slide and not hit the bad post since it WAS your B-day yesterday. :D

[Hick]

DAMN!!...so much for the mellow, non violent, CW lyrics, ehh bro..
you damng "city thugs"..;)

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

Dang TBG....well you borke half the user guidlines :rolleyes: ....and you show some very serious issues :eek: ....Dang man...is this bad post material. :p
I think I'll let it slide and not hit the bad post since it WAS your B-day yesterday. :DSorry dude no serious issues but i will remove the post for you. :rolleyes:

[TURKEYNECK]

ahhh..I missed it...damn brothersG...Mutt said you have serious issues!!!lol
happy late birthday man.

[SmokinMom]

Limelight by Rush-

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage

Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact

Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem

Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I cant pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend

All the worlds indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each anothers audience
Outside the gilded cage

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Trees by Rush-

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunligh
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
(and theyre quite convinced theyre right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks cant help their feelings
If they like the way theyre made
And they wonder why the maples
Cant be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream `oppression!`
And the oaks, just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
the oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light
Now theres no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw ...

Can ya tell I am in a Rush mood? =-)

[NervGaz]

It's been a loooong weekend....

Gehennah - Hungover

I went to the local bar and got pissed again
That's where they throw me out every now and then
Too drunk to behave, unconsious on the floor
Last night was of course not different at all

I drank to much to walk and I punched instead of talk
That must be a reason why they threw me out so soon

HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead
HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head
HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat
HUNGOVER - you bet!

Punding headache, the morning after is here
Loss of memory, drank too many beers
Don't know where I am, again I slept in my clothes
Have to pick some dried vomits from my nose

The cash I had is gone, don't know what's said or done
I only have some flashbacks and a head that doesn't fit

HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead
HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head
HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat
HUNGOVER - you bet!

I wish this day would pass on really quick
Can't even think of booze without feeling sick
Disgusted by the thought of tasting beer
But the thirst is back when the afternoon is here

My hands still shake like leafs, I need alcoholic relief
Now the thirst sets in again and I accept it with a smile

HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead
HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head
HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat
HUNGOVER - you bet!

HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead
HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head
HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat
HUNGOVER - you bet!

Tho there was a lot more smoke than drink....

[Tarcisius]

Joe Walsh - A life of illusion

Sometimes I can't help the feeling that I'm
Living a life of illusion
And oh, why can't we let it be
And see thru the hole in this wall of confusion
I just can't help the feeling I'm
Living a life of illusion

Pow, right between the eyes
Oh, how nature loves her little surprises
Wow, it all seems so logical now
It's just one of her better disguises
And it comes with no warning
Nature loves her little surprises
Continual crisis

Hey, don't you know it's a waste of your day
Caught up in endless solutions
That have no meaning, just another hunch
Based upon jumping conclusions
Caught up in endless solutions
Backed up against a wall of confusion
Living a life of illusion

[Reverend Willis]

No one likes us-I don't know why
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around, even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens

We give them money-but are they grateful?
No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
They don't respect us-so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them

Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
Africa is far too hot
And Canada's too cold
And South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us

We'll save Australia
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an All American amusement park there
They got surfin', too

Boom goes London and boom Paris
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it will be
We'll set everybody free
You'll wear a Japanese kimono
And there'll be Italian shoes for me

They all hate us anyhow
So let's drop the big one now
Let's drop the big one now

[Smoof One]

Artist: Eyedea & AbilitiesAlbum: First BornTitle: Blindly Firing

What's your definition of dope?
'Cause I think our opinions differ
'Till your own skills develop, be wise and shut the hell up
I told you man, I'll fold your plans
You know you can't be colder than me
With a microphone in hand I'll show your fans I own this land
My flow's intangible
Expanding growth that stands and holds hip-hop on a cross
Lickin' shots for the lost vision
Listen: It's imbedded in my genetic code to push the evolution
Clean up the pollution and let the rhetoric grow
So your records get sold and with each blow
You give, adds tad more gold to eat whole out of your cracked peach bowl
As we go without rules, the freedom of independence we breed
So we'll eat 'till we're full, keep control and bleed at slow-mo speed, you know?
I weave and sew my way through this imaginary land of fairies and trolls
Tryin' to bury the scroll
I carry a load that weighs way more than my area code
Vocabulary unfolds so that you cherish the very story of merit you're told
Your character's bold, but build a barrier
Spare your words before you perish
Don't be careless, apparently to share a paragraph tears your nerves
Heard you grew some nuts
Now you think your crew don't ****?
Stupid fucks
In a battle you'll still lose to us

[Chorus]
This one's for all the people in the world that think they can get with this
Eyedea and Abilities, you know we be the sickest
MCs under my feet with they names on my **** list
This one's for you, this one's for you


This one's for all my people lovin' hip-hop that are truly gifted
Eyedea and Abilities, we only came to rip ****
DJs with no cuts outside their self-inflicted wrist slits
This one's for you, this one's for you

What's your definition of dope?
'Cause I think our opinions differ
I guess I don't know what's dope from the viewpoint of a listener
So how's it sound?
My new joints prove points
Arousing styles of new nose for a thousand miles in any direction you point
If I was your pal, I'd respect all criticism that was honest
But I'm not 'cause you're probably an MC in the closet
Subconsciously copyin' everything from the sentences to the penmanship
Mad 'cause I invented what you can't even pretend to intend to accomplish
Promise an end to this infinitely childish game
Refrain from grabbing the mid and spare yourself some shame
No, I don't sound the same
And yes, I'm a little deranged
But it ain't no thang 'cause lyrically, nobody can hang
There's always room for admiring a pro
But get off the jock
Can't you see the tire swing is full?
Oh, now you wanna call me out for offending your ears?
Just chill, there's a billion other better ways to end your career, for real
I can't even hear you skill-less motor mouths with total clout
Adding up to less than zero, I'm your hero
Don't go that route, I'll show you out now
Peace to all the real MCs
But first, I'ma show you show why my DJ's name is Abilities

[Chorus]