JULIAN TRONO lyrics

Wiki Me

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Junior's In Love

JOE DIFFIE "Third Rock From The Sun"
With a dozen roses in his gun rack Junior pulled up into her side lot He carried them up to the front porch And hollered, Wanda, look at what I got! She was sittin? there watchin? TV With a dry wall hanger named Shorty She pressed her nose to the screen door And said, They smell like WD-40! He said, Now don't you be that way You know how much I love you I can't hardly sleep at night And when I do I dream of you And by the way, Shorty, I thank you You could have had 'em put me in jail son I'm just glad I run out of air hose When I come at you with that nail gun Oh, Junior's in love, ain't that a good one' He'll track her down and then if she should run He'll bring her some like a deer on the hood, som Junior's in love Wanda walked down the front steps And sain, I hate to break up the party But I've get to get to work by five Would you run me over there, Shorty' That's when Junior turned bright red And said, I'm takin' her to the dinner And he threw Shorty in the truck bed With a busted nose and a shiner Oh, Junior's in love, ain't that a hot one' There's a lots of lovers and Junior, he's not one Don't know a kiss from a hug from a shotgun Junior's in love Oh, you know there's an oil puddle by the dinner And it came out this transmission That's where he parks every night and stares through the window In a lovesick, sorry condition... You see... Oh, Junior's in love, ain't that a good one' He'll track her down and then if she should run He'll bring her some like a deer on the hood, som Junior's in love

That Girl Could Sing

JACKSON BROWNE "Hold Out"
She was a friend to me when I needed one Wasn't for her I don't know what I'd done She gave me back something that was missing in me She could of turned out to be almost anyone Almost anyone... With the possible exception Of who I wanted her to be Running into the midnight With her clothes whipping in the wind Reaching into the heart of the darkness For the tenderness within Stumblin' into the lights of the city And then back in the shadows again Hanging onto the laughter That each of us hid our unhappiness in Talk about celestial bodies And your angels on the wing She wasn't much good at stickin' around...but She could sing... In the dead of night She could shine a light On some places that you've never been In that kind of light You could lose your sight And believe there was something to win You could hold her tight With all your might But she'd slip through your arms like the wind And be back in flight Back into the night Where you might never see her again The longer I thought I could find her The shorter my vision became Running in circles behind her And thinking in terms of the blame But she couldn't have been any kinder If she'd come back and tried to explain She wasn't much good a saying goodbye...but That girl was sane

Wake Up!

SHOOTER JENNINGS "Black Ribbons"
They say good fences Make good neighbors For you my friend This might be true But you still gotta put The boards on the windows To the soul inside of you That t.v. in the corner That's their greatest tool They poison you mind When you're a child With their fear And their guilt And their rules They teach you that you're just a number As they program you in school So by the time you're out In their world on your own You've been trained not to bite The hand of the cruel Wake up! Don't believe that the system is failing Don't believe that the planet is dead They'll keep all the food for their fat fucking bellies And the starving will kill or be fed And they'll try to turn me against you So divided,we'll turn to them Because anything strong cannot be conquered from without Before first being conquered from within. Don't let them get you down. Don't let them get you down. Don't let them get you down. Don't let them get you down. Don't let them get you down. Don't let them get you down. Life is a movie,we are all actors Don't let them edit you out. Life is a movie,we are all actors Don't let them edit you out. Don't let them get you down. Don't let them get you down. Don't let them get you down. Don't let them get you down.

Ho, Ho, Ho, And A Bottle Of Rum

JIMMY BUFFETT "Christmas Island"
Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns He hates to admit it, but Xmas is more work than fun He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow Mr. Claus has a has escape plans, a secret that only he knows Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams A break from his wife, half-frozen in life The elves and that damn reindeer team Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum Santa's run off to the Caribbean He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun] Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood Just for the weekend he's like to be Peter Pan Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum Snata's off to the Caribbean Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum Santa's off to the Caribbean A week in the tropics and he'll be alright Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight Merry Christmas to all and to all good night

Big Riff And Mando

JETHRO TULL "Rock Island"
Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin. Somebody took it on a dare in the night-time. Run up to the radio, calling out to the wind. Now, bring it, bring it back at least an hour before flight time. It was a souvenir, but it was a right arm missing. Swap a woodwork rhythm for a humbucking top line. Big Riff, rough boy, wants to be a singer in a band. A little slow in the brain box, but he had a quick right hand. Run left, run right --- everywhere he look --- nobody watching, no, but that was all he took last night. Running on the power of a stolen mandolin. Steal a little inspiration. Steal a little muscle. Will he wake in the morning, wondering --- was it really worth it So make a little deal, Yeah, make a little hustle. Ringing on the radio --- got a proposition for those English boys. I'll make the sing-song --- you can make the background noise. One, two, three, four --- one bar and in. Give you back the mando, if you'll let this singer sing tonight. Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin. Big Riff took it on a dare in the night-time. Now it's four o'clock, and we're waiting at the sound-check. Looking for a face staring in from the sunshine. We got two strong lawmen from the sheriff's office. They're going to lift Big Riff before he plays the first line. Big Riff, rough boy, wants to be a singer in a band. Yeah, help him on the stage now, put that microphone in his hand. Think hard, think right --- nothing in his mind --- So Riff did a runner, but he left the mandolin behind.

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