We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...
Van Morrison
Into the Mystic
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09-29-2009 12:41 AM
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09-29-2009 12:44 AM
I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Aint it funny how the night moves
When you just dont seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in
Bob Seger
Night Moves
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09-29-2009 12:45 AM
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I rode out on the see for adventure.
Expanding the view of the captain and crew,
like a man just released from indenture.
Jimmy Buffet"Keep the bottle on the bar Ira, I won't be long".
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09-29-2009 12:46 AM
A sociopath with empty eyes and no soul
Paranoid psychotic heart of stone my blood runs cold
P-4077 "The Swamp" S.B.Y.C. and Michigan medboat mothership
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09-29-2009 12:49 AM
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed the river called the Rio Grande
I raced my hoss with the Spaniards bold
Till I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Me and a gambler we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
We jerked our guns, he fell with a thud
And I got away on the Tennessee stud
CHORUS:
The Tennessee stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud
Jimmy Driftwood
Tennessee Stud
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09-29-2009 12:49 AM
Peace sells, but who's buying?
Dave Mustaine - Megadeth"Keep the bottle on the bar Ira, I won't be long".
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09-29-2009 12:50 AM
Send Lawyers, Guns and Money
Warren Zevon"Keep the bottle on the bar Ira, I won't be long".
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09-29-2009 12:53 AM
I'm moving to Montana soon
to raise me up a dental floss tycoon.
Raising it up, waxing it down
in a little white box
that I can sell up town
Frank Zappa
I might go all night on this thread - this is like my own personal raise your post count thread..."Keep the bottle on the bar Ira, I won't be long".
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09-29-2009 12:55 AM
Bartender, I really did it this time,
Broke my parole to have a good time...
Rehab. Bartender song."Keep the bottle on the bar Ira, I won't be long".
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09-29-2009 01:08 AM
Oh, granted, he was a strange dude. RIP
But some of his music was brilliant, and other of his music was ludicrous - but still brilliant.
Meeting Frank would have been pretty cool.
I met Ron Jeremy at the Cincinnati airport, but I just said Hi, and didn't shake his hand.
Another strange dude.
But, they both made a pretty good living for doing something a lot better than I do for a living."Keep the bottle on the bar Ira, I won't be long".
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09-29-2009 01:39 AMThere are those who think
That life has nothing left to chance
With a host of holy horrors
To direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings, we dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
The stars aren't aligned or the Gods are malign
Blame is better to give than receive
You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose free will
There are those who think
That they've been dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them
They weren't born in Lotus Land
All preordained, a prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face, you can't pray for a place
In Heaven's unearthly estate
You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose free will
Each of us, a cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends with uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet
You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose free will
32' Fever (Off to Syracuse) and 36"Gladiator; FORD powered
Cause somebody has to!
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09-29-2009 01:41 AMThe night is black without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
Ooh ho, ooo
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The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand32' Fever (Off to Syracuse) and 36"Gladiator; FORD powered
Cause somebody has to!
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09-29-2009 01:43 AMWords by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
I knew he was different, in his sexuality
I went to his parties, as a straight minority
It never seemed a threat to my masculinity
He only introduced me to a wider reality
As the years went by, we drifted apart
When i heard that he was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart
But he's nobody's ---
Hero --- saves a drowning child
Cures a wasting disease
Hero --- lands the crippled airplane
Solves great mysteries
Hero --- not the handsome actor
Who plays a hero's role
Hero --- not the glamor girl
Who'd love to sell her soul
If anybody's buying
Nobody's hero
I didn't know the girl, but i knew her family
All their lives were shattered
In a nightmare of brutality
They try to carry on, try to bear the agony
Try to hold some faith
In the goodness of humanity
As the years went by, we drifted apart
When i heard that she was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart
But she's nobody's ---
Hero --- the voice of reason
Against the howling mob
Hero --- the pride of purpose
In the unrewarding job
Hero --- not the champion player
Who plays the perfect game
Not the glamor boy
Who loves to sell his name
Everybody's buying
Nobody's hero
As the years went by, we drifted apart
When i heard that you were gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart
Hero
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Cause somebody has to!
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09-29-2009 01:54 AM
2112 - you got me.
One of my favorites of late, and I have to include it
I don't have faith in faith
I don't believe in belief
You can call me faithless
I still cling to hope
And I believe in love
And that's faith enough for me
I believe that was authored by Neil Peart.
Incredible, and very powerful song."Keep the bottle on the bar Ira, I won't be long".
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09-29-2009 06:34 AM
You call that Rush?
THIS is Rush.
Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song thats so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
Its really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen.