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Cheese

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hashmeer! hashmeer! oh what is it blade? what is it? all the kids at eddie's are sayin my bones are astrew and that my arm... my arm looks like a garbage truck oh!,oh its right bobby mcprescot you know youre not eating a lot of cheese thats why youre supposed to eat something like 14 hundred gallons per day or something i don't know hashmeer im assuming that amount of cheese would make my.... well....my legs wiggle about. i like cheese he likes cheese we like cheese hearing aid, diethies, 23 day cheese, vomit, french, it's an ok cheese, handjob, communicate, lexington-brown, what do i eat when im in town? chewy, goofey, chardon-louie, scodquit,cobret, chess on a yogret, granddad, shoe lace, tipsy cap, scoot race, shoot face, yoonder shorts, how's a good foot taste? like cheese hello boys and girls this is mr. block of cheese im helping your bones to be straight and you to see good you need to eat a lot of me per day you can receive me in the frozen foowed part of crunchies

Color TV Blues

DON MCLEAN "Prime Time"
I got a color TV for a limited time. and you can have it by tonight, it'll bend your mind. I wouldn't just sell it to an ordinary fool, y' have to be sure that the fool has cool. Since you look like a man with heart and soul. If you buy it from me now, you get a free mixing bowl. I'll even let you have a little button I' got that says have a nice day , you're gonna like it a lot. Popular music is the national craze. Rock and Roll stars have the kids in a daze. But twist the knob around for a different point of view and you'll twist that knob till it comes unscrewed. There's only one song that the TV sings and that's Pennies From Heaven, while the register rings. So it's easy to see, right from the start that what makes good money, makes good art. Now did you read the encyclical that's written by the Pope sayin' folks with private property just got no hope. The rich ain't welcome in the heavenly Palladium, but the Knights of Columbus own Yankee Stadium. Now I ain't sayin' that the Pope was wrong but he can easily afford to sing that song. If you'd like to call him up when you need some dough, his number's Et Cum Spiri 2 2 0 The kids that fought the war are livin' outa state and the CIA is runnin' things of late. When we elect a man, we put him on the spot, 'cause if he don't play ball, he might get shot. The national security keeps it from the voters, 'cause what's good for America isn't good for General Motors. We went and found ourselves some mighty strange lovers. The kind that like to blow from underneath the covers. Well millions can avoid with Dr Sigmund Freud those realities of life that tend to make me paranoid. Lookin' for the answer just gives me indigestion I spent so much time, just dealin' with the question. We'd rather talk of dollars and forget about events when what we have to decide is; Does it all make sense? Well everybody's happy, I saw it on the news, but me, I' got a case of color TV blues. You know, just 'cause you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not trying t' get ya' 

Nothing Ever Happens Round Here

CHRIS DE BURGH "Quiet Revolution"
She was a girl from a one horse town, The only place for miles around, Cutting hair in the modern style, Putting in the nine to five, but, every night it was the same old dream, On the cover of a magazine, She, looked good but it could never come true, 'Cos nothing ever happens round here, Nothing ever happens round here; She had a boyfriend in the town, He spent his days just messing around, With stick shifts and steering wheels, Motorbikes and automobiles, And every night it was the same old thing, Meet the boys for a couple of drinks, Shoot pool and talk about girls, And nothing ever happens round here, Nothing ever happens round here; They said nothing, no nothing, Nothing ever happens round here, Nothing, no nothing, Nothing ever happens round here. One day in a local bar, She heard a movie man was looking for a star, And everybody in the whole damn town, Got the call to come on down, And when she walked into the room, Every heart went BOOM BOOM BOOM, - Who's that girl? She's exactly what were looking for, But nothing ever happens round here, Nothing ever happens round here; They said nothing, no nothing, Nothing ever happens round here, Nothing, no nothing, Nothing ever happens round here; And so she took a screen test, No doubt that she was the best, The camera fell in love with her, Before she knew it she was on the way to make that dream come true; Now she's living in Hollywood, And everything is looking good, She thinks about the folks back home, And her boyfriend all alone, but; Every night it's still the same old thing, Meet the boys for a couple of drinks, Shoot pool and talk about girls, And nothing ever happens round here, Nothing ever happens round here, They said nothing, no nothing, Nothing ever happens round here, Nothing, no nothing, Nothing ever happens round here;

Wat Da Hook Gon Be Feat. Jd

MURPHY LEE
[Intro: Murphy Lee] Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo You never met a nigga like me Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude Who be doing what I do? Uh huh, yo whoo! Let's get at it dog, whoo! [Verse: Murphy Lee] Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett) But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns Aiming your pound pretending they proud But when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (maaann) They something like a hater man Talking bad about a playa as if I'm not gon see ya later man You constantly frontin until you confronted on If you don't like whats going on gwoin to another song Cause I keep a hater guilty My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?) From skimpy and empty to fuel on full See I be high when my car go Bulls Obey no rules to school you fools Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann) St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude [Chorus - repeat 2x] [JD:] But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!) [ML:] See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet) All I need, is the track in the background My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip [Verse: Murphy Lee] The sun'll come out.. tomorrow And I will never have to borrow Got my first car when I turned sixteen Only drove at home outta town limosines Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell So we did what we had to do for 'Country Grammar' to sell Haha, I stay on my own melodies Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B' That's how it is, how it better be I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me Close your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin (whaa?) I always pay ma let a brother hold somethin I'm basically coming from nothing to something When I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons (We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon?) Stop a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of things [Chorus] [Verse: Murphy Lee] People always saying man it must be nice No hi no nothing not a simple house life Understand the money's good but I'm still from the hood So don't be asking for no 'inch' be expecting the 'foot' Unless you want a foot (whoo!) I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put And it might not cost me playa Got a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playa And we all push it, but me I push it real good Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood Catch me on your local derrty Or in the studio doing vocals derrty I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew Let the girls do me while you do you And um, all I need is JD beat to be banging And I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slanging I be ripping man [Chorus - to end]

Grievous Angel

Harris Emmylou "Last Date"
(Gram Parsons/Thomas O. Brown) Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich And welcome me back to town Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour And I'll tell you how it all went down Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels And a good saloon in every single town And I remember something that you once told me And I'll be damned if it did not come true Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down And they all led me straight back home to you We flew straight across that river bridge, Last night half past two The switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good day as we Went rolling through Billboards and truckstops passed by the grievous angel And now I know just what I have to do Cause I headed West to grow up with the country Across those prairies with those waves of grain And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee (Instrumental) And the man on the radio won't leave me alone He wants to take my money for something that I've never been shown And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee The news I could bring I met up with the king On his head an amphetamine crown He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt And headed out for some desert town Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels And a good saloon in every single town And I remember something that you once told me And I'll be damned if it did not come true Twenty thousand roads I went down down down And they all lead me straight back home to you Twenty thousand roads I went down down down And they all led me straight back home to you

Song For Sharon

JONI MITCHELL "Hejira"
I went to Staten Island. To buy myself a mandolin And I saw the long white dress of love On a storefront mannequin Big boat chuggin' back with a belly full of cars... All for something lacy Some girl's going to see that dress And crave that day like crazy Little Indian kids on a bridge up in Canada They can balance and they can climb Like their fathers before them They'll walk the girders of the Manhattan skyline Shine your light on me Miss Liberty Because as soon as this ferry boat docks I'm headed to the church To play Bingo Fleece me with the gamblers' flocks I can keep my cool at poker But I'm a fool when love's at stake Because I can't conceal emotion What I'm feeling's always written on my face There's a gypsy down on Bleecker Street I went in to see her as a kind of joke And she lit a candle for my love luck And eighteen bucks went up in smoke Sharon, I left my man At a North Dakota junction And I came out to the Big Apple here To face the dream's malfunction Love's a repetitious danger You'd think I'd be accustomed to Well, I do accept the changes At least better than I used to do A woman I knew just drowned herself The well was deep and muddy She was just shaking off futility Or punishing somebody My friends were calling up all day yesterday All emotions and abstractions It seems we all live so close to that line And so far from satisfaction Dora says, Have children! Mama and Betsy say- Find yourself a charity. Help the needy and the crippled or put some time into Ecology. Well, there's a wide wide world of noble causes And lovely landscapes to discover But all I really want right now Is...find another lover When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon I went to every wedding in that little town To see the tears and the kisses And the pretty lady in the white lace wedding gown And walking home on the railroad tracks Or swinging on the playground swing Love stimulated my illusions More than anything And when I went skating after Golden Reggie You know it was white lace I was chasing Chasing dreams Mama's nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans He showed me first you get the kisses And then you get the tears But the ceremony of the bells and lace Still veils this reckless fool here Now there are 29 skaters on Wolmann rink Circling in singles and in pairs In this vigorous anonymity A blank face at the window stares and stares and stares and stares And the power of reason And the flowers of deep feeling Seem to serve me Only to deceive me Sharon you've got a husband And a family and a farm I've got the apple of temptation And a diamond snake around my arm But you still have your music And I've still got my eyes on the land and the sky You sing for your friends and your family I'll walk green pastures by and by

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