January 19, 200422 yr I want Joe Cocker signing Seems I've got to have a change of scene 'Cause ev'ry night I have the strangest dreams; Imprisoned by the way it could have been, Left here on my own or so it seems. I've got to leave before I start to scream, But someone locked the door and took the key. You feelin' alright I'm not feelin' too good myself. Well, you feelin' alright I'm not feelin' too good myself. Well boy, you sure took me for one big ride, And even now I sit and wonder why, That when I think of you I start myself to cry, I just can't waste my time, I must keep dry. Gotta stop believing in all your lies, 'Cause there's too much to do before I die. You feelin' alright ...... Don't get too lost in all I say, Yeah by the time, you know, I really felt that way. But that was then; Now, you know, it's today, I just can't get off so I'm here to stay. 'Til someone comes along and takes my place, With a diff'rent name, oh, a diff'rent face You feeling alright ...... And Nancy Faust nah nah nah nah, hey hey hey, good bye
January 19, 200422 yr your all forgetting Will Ferrell singing "Dust in the Wind". "YOUR MY BOY BLUE!"
January 20, 200422 yr your all forgetting Will Ferrell singing "Dust in the Wind". "YOUR MY BOY BLUE!" I'm actually glad Blue died happily...with 2 hott chicks in a ring
January 20, 200422 yr Naked Raygun, "Wonder Beer" Drunk again -- not a weekend Isn't life a f***in' ball? Should have read all the writing on the wall Pissed again -- one more loose end Ever see such a f***in' gall? But I'm laughing at angels as they fall Drunk again -- not a weekend My insides feel black and blue Will this healing elixir pull me through Drunk again -- where is Lou Reed? Come on Iggy -- tell me true Wish Roy Orbison could tell me what to do (chorus) So I'll drink To the wonder, while I wander If there are gods they must be drunk Rev'ling in the madness you and I So I'll wonder, while I wander If there are gods they must be drunk Rev'ling in the madness you and I Drunk again not a weekend Give me needles -- sleep on pins As I long for the sweet Bacchanalian din Damned again -- since that weekend From too much adrenalin hide my eyes and take two more aspirin (chorus) Drunk again -- not a weekend Pagan alchoholiday Cheer and beer hounds -- that still keep me at bay Drunk again -- till the binge ends My glass fortress my mainstay And the wonder of each new sordid day
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