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What Is On My Head ? ?
@toybulldog wrote:
***** SPECIALL ANNOUNCINMENT****
coming up next………
CELEBRITY INTERVIEW !! . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Pleeese accept my sinserest apologees for the dealy. so manys was not being senseball i had to BANN them at the time and takes away their cornflakes so they coulodnt post agains.,
EVREYBODIES went into uproars at my decishun however it remanes FINAL until i might change it and then they had to make theere own site where no;one has anyfing on their heads NEVER at all !!! (tries to imagine) except Hats which dont kount neverthelass i am a kindlys and do of course wish them luk on HATS CHECK cUBBOARD but they was mainly wiffraff anyways like caff and that . . . . . . / . . . . .
Geremy Clarkson was the celebrety guest but when i told him about all this stuf he cried for a bit and tolled me he was allerjic to conflict and then he caught the bus home
(edited cos a word didnt look write)
ditto to you Diane and everybody on JC
let’s hope it’s a good one
X X X
oh yeah you already put up the title . . . . . ooops
blame it on my Dog Problems lol
@cath 55 wrote:
The ships that sail towards the west
The largest guard the treasure chest
The water never harms the mast
It’s the clouds that fool the sun to setliking that very much…..
What’s the song cath ?
I’ve seen stars disappear in a hurry
overdoses of satin and silk
Some others who can’t feed their children
’cause they don’t have the money for milkSaw my best friend die in a plane crash
my brother was killed on the stage
So don’t be upset if I’m angry
and seem in some kind of a rageThere is no complaints department
it’s only up to you
No complaints department
No complaints department bluesI’ve got friends who are armed with magnums
they don’t get their money from me
’cause it never is no kind of pleasure
to see somebody suffer you seeThere is no complaints department
it’s only up to you
No complaints department
No complaints department bluesThey took my old pal to the madhouse
in horror, in fear and in pain
With surgery done in a hurry
to do a transplant in his brainThere are some folks got nothing to live for
some folks got nothing to lose
So don’t ask me for pity
no complaints department bluesThere is no complaints department
It’s only up to you
No complaints department
No complaints department bluesAlex Harvey
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first roseor if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my loveThe first time ever I saw your face, your face,
your face, your facewritten by Ewan MacColl in 1957 for his wife . . . . Kirsty’s mum
@toybulldog wrote:
” And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”
” So we’re drinking and we’re dancing, and the band is really happening, and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high. And my very sweet companion, she’s the Angel of Compassion, and she’s rubbing half the world against her thigh.”
” Hello it’s me. I’m not at home. If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone.”
” They carved your name into the stone and then, they put it in the ground, I run my fingers through the grooves, when no one’s around. Drink till I am sick and then I talk to myself in the dog days of the summer; then I feel you coming but I don’t know how”
” I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me “you must not ask for so much.” And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried out to me – hey why not ask for more?”
” Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one, I’ve got a feeling…this year’s for me and you. So happy Christmas. I love you baby, I can see a better time, when all our dreams come true.”
” My love’s bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you keep drivin’ me back.”
” My love she speaks like silence, without ideals or violence, she doesn’t have to say she’s faithful, yet she’s true, like ice, like fire. People carry roses, make promises by the hours, my love she laughs like the flowers, Valentines can’t buy her.”
” Early one morning the sun was shining, I was laying in bed, wondering if she’d changed at all, if her hair was still red.”
” But there aint no coupe de ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box.”
” In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade; and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down and cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame….I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains…”
” Don’t remind me of my failures, I have not forgotten them.”
” Yes, I received your letter yesterday, (about the time the door knob broke), when you asked how I was doing, was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention yes I know them, they’re quite lame, I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name. Right now I can’t read too good, don’t send me no more letters no, not unless you mail them, from Desolation Row.”
” Mama bought a chicken thought it was a duck, put it on the table with its legs sticking up.”
” I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, she tried to take me upstairs for a ride, she had to heave me right across her shoulder, ’cause I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind. “
” We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine.”
” Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean, now you wear your skin like iron, your breath as hard as kerosene. You weren’t your mama’s only boy, but her favourite one it seems, she began to cry when you said goodbye, and sank into your dreams.”
” The pump don’t work ’cause the vandals took the handle”
” I’ve been tryin’ to get down to the heart of the matter, but my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter; but I’m thinking about forgiveness, forgiveness, even if you don’t love me anymore.”
” The man on the corner wants 11 dollar bills and you only got ten”
” Babs and Clean Willie were in love they said, so in love the preacher’s face turned red; soon everybody knew the thing was dead. He shouts, she bites, they wrangle through the night. She go crazy, got to make a getaway, Papa say…..Oh – no hesitation, no tears and no hearts breakin’, no remorse, oh – congratulations, this is your Haitian Divorce.”
” All we hear is radio ga ga, radio goo goo, radio ga ga.”
” I know that’s hard to believe, but there are people you meet; they’re into something that is too big to be expressed, through their clothes, and they’ll put up with all the poses you throw, and you won’t even know. That they’re not sizing you up, they know your mom f***ed you up, or maybe let you watch too much TV. But they’ll still look in your eyes to find the human inside, you know there’s always something in there to see. “
” The road goes on forever, and the party never ends.”
err………bump
@cath 55 wrote:
Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is highYour daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cryOne of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the skyBut till that morning
There’s a’nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing bySummertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is highYour daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cryfantastic cath
