[MD]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-5OX7CO26c

don't wanna fight no more

[Timo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJeqOoc4HmI

Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9
Number 9

[Timo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jix7XcbVA4w

That's all i want to say to you!

[Sixstrings]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Pops', 'M')an I wore out a couple of 8-tracks of Piano Man back when I was kickin around:

[MD]

Great choice six! The Willie song resonates. Never been a huge fan but he definitely is the stoner of the century, and the girls love him! And here is the proof!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTqd1yLg6JI

One of the best romantic hero/losers of our time. (seen his irs troubles?)

The girls just gush over him. He is a treasure! I could only wish to have that kind of presence!

[Subjectivist]

32 Down On The Robert Mackenzie


Robert Mackenzie
32 men on a Great Lakes boat
Quit the pier at Thunder Bay
28,000 tons of coal
On a cold November day
800 feet and 10 more long
80 feet across
The steel mills of Detroit
Our destination through the frost

At 2 AM on the 2nd
Waves were runnin' up to 40 feet
Winds were blowing 60 miles
Our engines crankin' heat
At 3:13 we took a wave
Our wheelhouse left behind
The radar slipped beneath the waves
And we were runnin' blind
Hear me call across the waves
If I don't come home tonight
I will make it home some day

(Steel boats and iron men)
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie
(Steel boats and iron men)
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie
(Steel boats and iron men)
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie

A captain name of Phillips
Seekin' shelter from the storm
Turned us south of Baate Grise Bay
By way of Keweenaw Point
But the wind was blowing at such a rate
We ended up driftin' north
A wave broke over a knife of rock
Six Fathom Shoal

Mackenzie she was cut in half
The stern she rammed the bow
The men were caught in metal jaws
Flames burned out of hell
Stern kept runnin' all her lights ablaze
Not one man would be found
Captain's last transmission read
32 men down
32 men down

Hear me call across the waves
If I don't come home tonight
I will make it home some day

(Steel boats and iron men)
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie
(Steel boats and iron men)
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie
(Steel boats and iron men)
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie
Down Down Down Down Down Down Down Down

And they call across the waves
If I don't come home tonight
I will make it home some day

Yes, I call across the waves
If i don't come home tonight
I will make it home some day

http://www.lyricsmania.com/print/625734.html

[MD]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTR13MV4fqc
"i'm goin' back to the gator country!"
definitely a Florida song

[Quinny]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCgzX7vwlFk

[MD]

Here's a song about how the human race is using up the planet.

http://www.rollingstone.com/music/video ... o-20150320

"While all the nihilistic images captured in the "Lampshades on Fire" video may seem random, it ties in with the song's theme of climate devastation, as the track's denizens wreak havoc on this planet and move on to another one where they make the same mistakes. "We are absolutely fucked," Brock told Rolling Stone of his societal concerns. "We did some pretty good things, but mainly just fucked up and ate a lot.""

Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/video ... z3WaSlWwIG
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"Lampshades On Fire"

Mmm buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah

We’re all goin’, we’re all goin’

Well, the lampshade’s on fire when the lights go out
The room lit up and we ran about
Well, this is what I really call a party now
Packed up our cars, moved to the next town

Well, the lampshades’s on fire when the lights go out
This is what I really call a party now
Well, fear makes us really, really run around
This one’s done so where to now?

Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all
Well you all know what I’m talking’ about
Shaved off my eyebrows when I fall to the ground
So I can’t look surprised right now

Pack up again, head to the next place
Where we'll make the same mistakes
Burn it up, or just chop it down
Ah, this one's done so where to now?

Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah

We're all goin’, we're all goin’

Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out
This is what I really call a party now
Well, fear makes us really, really run around
Ah, this one's done so where to now?


Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all
Well, you all know what I'm talkin’ about
The room lights up, well, we're still dancing around
We're havin’ fun, havin’ some for now

Pack up again, head to the next place
Where we'll make the same mistakes
Open one up and let it fall to the ground
Pile out the door when it all runs out

Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah

We're all goin’, we're all goin’

We have spines in our bones
We'll eat your food, we'll throw stones

Oh, this is how it's always gone
And this is how it's goin’ to go

Well, we're the human race
We're goin’ to party out of this place
And then move on

Tough love

We'll kill you off and then make a clone
Yeah, we got spines, yeah, we have bones
This is how it's always gone
And this is how it's goin’ to go

As our feelings are getting hurt
Ah, we want you to do the work
Our ass looks great inside these jeans
Well, we all just don’t wanna’ clean

Oh, this is how it's always been
And this is how it's goin’ to be
So, you just move on

The air’s on fire so we’re movin’ on
Better find another one ‘cause this one’s done
Waitin’ for the magic when the scientists glow
To push, push, push, push, pull us up

Spend some time to float in outer space
Find another planet, make the same mistakes
Our mind’s all shattered when we climb aboard
Hopin’ for the scientists to find another door

[fleance]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9Y1UiVvS3A

A day in the life.

[Pops]

"Before Gas And TV" is track #11 on the album Get Lucky. It was written by Knopfler, Mark.

Before gas and TV
Before people had cars
We'd sit 'round the fires
Pass around our guitars

Remembering songs
When my daddy was home
He'd play along
On the spoons and a comb

We'd go with the flow
When the weather was fine
Sometimes we'd go
Collecting scrap iron

And we'd sit 'round the fires
Pass a bottle of wine
In the tales of the road
Since time out of mind

If heaven's like this
Well, that's okay with me
Where the living is fine
And living is free

If heaven's like this
Well, then here's where I'll be
On the edge of the field
On the edge of the world
Before gas and TV


https://open.spotify.com/track/3506TqvnTdLDrbM6JeB18E

[Timo]

Sorry. No video link.

Hokey Pokey, as written by W. Shakespeare...

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.

[Timo]

Aplogies again. This isn't actually song that i know of. It's actual poetry. Someone may have put it to music. Make up your own tune.

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped, and vision bleary,
Systems manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer.
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store.
Only this, and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond’ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
“Save!” I said, “You cursed mother! Save my data from before!”
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I’d never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly, I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more.
From, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now, in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before,
Reading, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: A lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to the very core.
The lighting zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic netherworld us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there’s C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will one day be left to wonder, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

[MD]

http://www.rollingstone.com/music/video ... o-20150320

humanity using up the planet
party on!