The soundtrack of your day

[Texsox]

You know how a song comnes on and it jkust kind of fits your day? Well today, for me, as my two months on South Padre Island surfing, sailing, kayaking, creep to a close, it is

 

 

Windin' your way down on Baker Street

Light in your head and dead on your feet

Well another crazy day

You'll drink the night away

And forget about everything

This city desert makes you feel so cold.

It's got so many people but it's got no soul

And it's taking you so long

To find out you were wrong

When you thought it had everything

 

You used to think that it was so easy

You used to say that it was so easy

But you're tryin'

You're tryin' now

Another year and then you'll be happy

Just one more year and then you'll be happy

But you're cryin'

You're cryin' now

 

Way down the street there's a lad in his place

He opens the door he's got that look on his face

And he asks you where you've been

You tell him who you've seen

And you talk about anything

 

He's got this dream about buyin' some land

He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands

And then he'll settle down there's a quiet little town

And forget about everything

 

But you know he'll always keep movin'

You know he's never gonna stop movin

Cus he's rollin'

He's the rollin' stone

 

And when you wake up it's a new mornin'

The sun is shinin' it's a new morning

You're goin'

You're goin' home.

[BigEdWalsh]

....sigh.....

Nick Drake "Poor Boy"

 

Never sing for my supper

I never help my neighbour

Never do what is proper

For my share of labour.

 

I'm a poor boy

And I'm a rover

Count your coins and

Throw them over my shoulder

I may grow older

Nobody knows

How cold it grows

And nobody sees

How shaky my knees

Nobody cares

How steep my stairs

And nobody smiles

If I cross their stiles.

 

Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health.

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight.

 

Never know what I came for

Seems that I've forgotten

Never ask what I came for

Or how I was begotten.

 

I'm a poor boy

And I'm a ranger

Things I say

May seem stranger than Sunday

Changing to Monday.

Nobody knows

How cold it flows

And nobody feels

The worn down heels

Nobody's eyes

Make the skies

Nobody spreads

Their aching heads.

 

Oh poor boy

So worried for his life

Oh poor boy

So keen to take a wife.

 

He's a mess but he'll say yes

If you just dress in white.

 

Nobody knows

How cold it blows

And nobody sees

How shaky my knees

Nobody cares

How steep my stairs

And nobody smiles

If you cross their stiles.

 

Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health.

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight.

 

Oh poor boy

So worried for his life

Oh poor boy

So keen to take a wife.

 

Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health

Oh poor boy.

[The Critic]

When I tried to turn left onto Cicero Ave. - only to be blocked by a bunch of f***ing dumbasses who jammed themselves into the intersection while trying to turn onto the street I was on, which had a train crossing preventing anyone from going anywhere - this song didn't come on the radio, but it entered my mind:

 

Slayer - I Hate You

 

You are just a waste of sperm

They way you look

Makes my stomach turn

The way you think

Is no way at all

God, you really think that you have balls

 

I hate you ain't it true

I hate you and everything you do

 

You walk around like a f***ing dick

And every time you're near

You know I get real sick

 

You're so stupid

There's nothing in your head

God, how I wish that you were dead

 

I hate you ain't it true

I hate you and everything you do

[BigSqwert]

You know how a song comnes on and it jkust kind of fits your day? Well today, for me, as my two months on South Padre Island surfing, sailing, kayaking, creep to a close, it is

I would have thought you would be humming some classic favorites of yours like the 1891 hit "The River of Pleasure."

 

1. Oh, drink of the river of pleasure,

A deep, living stream of delight;

The source of all blessings forever,

It flashes in heaven’s pure light.

* Refrain:

Oh, drink of the river of pleasure and love,

I feel it so deep in my soul;

It gladdens the one who is born from above,

And maketh the wounded heart whole.

2. Oh, drink of the river of pleasure,

’Tis sparkling with joy for thy soul;

It flows in the bosom forever,

That’s given to Father’s control.

3. Oh, drink of the river of pleasure,

For thee it is flowing along;

Down from the bounteous Giver,

Its music a sweet, charming song.

4. Oh, drink of the river of pleasure,

And surely thy spirit shall know

Thy longing and thirsting are over,

Thy blessings forever shall flow.

[knightni]

Whatever song it is, it'll be on a Peav(e)y amp.