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Posted on 06/13/2004 8:15:45 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Hello.
Hi Bob!!
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Artist: Jim Croce
Song: Bad Bad Leroy Brown
Lyrics: Lyricsfreaks.com
Well the south side of chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named leroy brown
Now leroy more than trouble
You see he stand ’bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover
All the mens just call him sir
And it’s bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Now leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody’s nose
He got a custom continental
He got an eldorado too
He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe
And it’s bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Well friday bout a week ago
Leroy shootin’ dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named doris
And ooh that girl looked nice
Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And leroy brown learned a lesson
’bout messin’ with the wife of a jealous man
And it’s bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog,
Well the two men took to fightin’
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone
And it’s bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Thank You Little Diva for the great tune! *HUGS*
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Artist: Jim Croce
Song: You Don't Mess Around With Jim
Lyrics: Lyricsdownloads.com
Uptown's got its hustlers
The Bowry's got its bums
Forty-second street's got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Well he's big and dumb as a man can come
But he's stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call Big Jim "boss"
(Just because ...)
(They say ...)
CHORUS:
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
(Ba-doo-da-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo doot)
Well out of South Alabama come a country boy
He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But back home they call me Slim
He said I'm lookin' for the king of forty-second street
He's drivin' a drop-top Cadillac
And last week he took all my money, and it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
(And everybody say, Jack -- don't you know that...)
(CHORUS)
Well a hush fell over the pool room
When Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done, the only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
He was cut in 'bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story
When Big Jim hit the floor
(And now they say)
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
Well, it's my contribution for lacking poetic capabilities. I do love music lyrics. So? If you or no one else minds, I will just post lyrics when I have a chance.
*HUGS*
Thanks for the Dragon's Lair!!
Yeah!! New Thread!!
Thank You for coming to The Lair, Little Diva. *HUGS*
Richard Barnfield (1574-1627)
An Ode
Hi Star, thanks much for the love poem and graphic.
Nah! Don't thank me! I'm just here having fun like everyone else. Off to find more musical lyrics.
*HUGS*
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Artist: Earth, Wind, And Fire
Song: September
Lyrics: Lyricsfreaks.com
Do you remember the 21st night of september?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember how the stars stole the night away
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember how we knew love was here to stay
Now december found the love that we shared in september.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember the true love we share today
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days
YOu're welcome Ms. Feather!! And, um, I'm a little worried about Mojo. I hope she stays away from RAP lyrics! LOL!!
Amazing isn't it, Thead XIII. Yeah!!
Rap lyrics? Why thanks for reminding me. Hehehe!
Nah! I'll just save Rap lyrics for you and your Triplets. LOL!
Hey!! We need some baby poems!
WOW!! I love Clematis. I have a funny story... One of my friends wanted to get some of these gorgeous vines for her mailbox, so she went to the nursery and asked where she could find the Chlamydia. He he he!! The nursery folks got a good laugh!!
Inspiration
Breathing in.
Breathing in life.
Breathing in joy.
Remembering moments when I was a boy.
And what is so rare as a day in June.
And who doesn’t grow wings when they look at the moon?
Rainbows and sunshine and flowers and rain.
And the joy of the hope that we’ll all meet again.
I’ve been playing all day in the loveliest park,
My companions don’t see me, it’s growing quite dark.
I leap over a puddle in a delicate flight,
When suddenly everything’s flooded with light.
I’m held by my heels, and I’ve lost all my clothes,
And I’m shocked by the size of a curious nose.
I scream out in terror, and I see a big smile,
And in my Hide-and-Seek, I’ll be champ for a while.
Life is a thread that goes stitching through cloth,
Like a boat sailing over and splashing through froth.
My companions will call, but I won’t come in free,
For my freedom has grown to as big as can be.
It’s now time to begin with a new game to play,
And a lot of new rules I must learn on this day.
Though I look all around I do not see a cake,
So my birthday arrives like my forgotten wake.
I must tend to the tasks that confront me today,
And forget all the stuff that I left back that way.
I will have to start over, though I don’t see quite how.
Please forgive me for not getting back to you now.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . .June 13, 2004
LOL
This Clematis is now 9 years old. She is loaded to bare again this year. It's cool now so that will hold the blooming back, but when she blooms she is a beauty.
VERY nice!
And by the way, I have always wondered this about you... If you are nicknamed Bob, is your real name Robert???? ;o)
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Artist: Bob Wills
Song: Roly Poly
Lyrics: Cowboylyrics.com
[G] ROLY POLY, [C] eatin' corn n' [G] 'taters
Hungry ev'ry minute of the [D] day
[G] ROLY POLY, [C] gnawin' on a [G] biscuit
Long as he can [D] chew it, it's [G] OK.
[C] He can eat an apple pie
An' [G] never even bat an eye
[A] He likes everything from [A7]soup to [D] hay
[G] ROLY POLY, [C] daddy's little [G] fattie
Bet he's gonna [D] be a man some-[G] day.
ROLY POLY, scrambled eggs for breakfast
Bread n' jelly twenty times a day
ROLY POLY, eats a hardy dinner
It takes lots of strength to run and play.
Pulls up weeds and does the chores
And he runs both ways to all the stores
He works up an appetite that way
ROLY POLY, daddy's little fattie
Bet he's gonna be a man someday.
I tried to grow it by my mailbox, but it's too dry. The only flowers that do really well there that I've found are straw flowers...
Have you tried Morning Glory?
No I haven't. Do they take a LOT of sun well???
LOL
I have not heard this tune in years. *HUGS*
Oh I am sure they are hardy, get some wild ones, can't kill them off!! LOL
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Artist: Donald Fagen
Song: I.G.Y
Lyrics: lyricscafe.com
One of my favorite all time songs. With that, I bid you a good night!
I.G.Y.
Standing tough under stars and stripes
We can tell
This dream's in sight
You've got to admit it
At this point in time that it's clear
The future looks bright
On that train all graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
Well by seventy-six we'll be A.O.K.
What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free
Get your ticket to that wheel in space
While there's time
The fix is in
You'll be a witness to that game of chance in the sky
You know we've got to win
Here at home we'll play in the city
Powered by the sun
Perfect weather for a streamlined world
There'll be spandex jackets one for everyone
What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free
On that train all graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
(More leisure for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions
Programmed by fellows with compassion and vision
We'll be clean when their work is done
We'll be eternally free yes and eternally young
What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free
Actually, my real name is Bobby. That's why folks call me Bob.
And my pen name is Brian.
When it isn't NicknamedBob.
I'll have to look into that. SOrt of like Irises or Wild Daylilies, huh?
Oh GREAT song Diva. Thanks, and G'Nite to you. *HUGs*
Ah-ha!! Thansk for clearing that up for me. (I'm very interested in boy names right now for some strange reason! He he he!!)
Yeah, can't kill them.
Well, ya'll, I'm about to the end of my ability to carry on intelligent conversation for tonight!! Need to rest so I'm good for work tomorrow!! HUGS all around and thank you for the Lair Ms. FEather. I adore reading the poetry of the true talents that haunt it!!
Thanks Star, and rest well.
My wife had a dog named Bobby when she met me. She always liked that name.
Only a little confusing. When she would yell in anger, we would just look at each other.
Have you ever seen a dog shrug its shoulders?
Thanks for letting me play with everyone! It's been fun. We'll have to do it again in a few hours!
*HUGS*
LOL!! Surely you wrote a nonsense poem about THAT???
Nytol!
Good night Mama!
Sleep well! Sleep long! Just get some sleep.
I'll volunteer to babysit for you when my kids grow up and get a job. Hehe!
For real nonsense, I rely on my subconscious.
I think I'll go place the call...
Goodnight folks.
LOL Good night Bob. Thanks for everything.
My friens call me Mildred.
My friends call me Mildred.
Morning.
You may be a "virtual" idiot, but you are not a complete idiot.
I can see that you are making progress, though.
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