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Category Archives: musings
who remembers 10cc?
ooh you made me love you
ooh you’ve got a way
ooh you had me crawling up the wall
ooh you’ve got a way
ooh you had me crawling up the wall
like walking in the rain and the snow
when there’s nowhere to go
the things we do for love
good people, weekend!
’cause you gotta make the best of life while you’re young!
Don’t want no short people ’round here
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Round here
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Round here
Short people are just the same
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It’s a wonderful world)
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It’s a wonderful world)
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love
They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick ’em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
‘Round here
And they stand so low
You got to pick ’em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
‘Round here
ain’t found a way to kill me yet
seems every path leads me to nowhere
yeah they come to snuff the rooster oh yeah
yeah here come the rooster yeah
you know he ain’t gonna die
no no no ya know he ain’t gonna die
i know i ain’t doing much. doing nothing means a lot to me.
i’ve got holes in my shoes
and i’m way overdue
down payment blues!
someday we’ll get it together and we’ll get it all done
someday when your head is much lighter
someday we’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
someday when the world is much brighter
I’ve been smoking on the peace pipe
I’ve been wondering just what would peace be like
I’ve been staring into headlights
Swallow me whole, finding my peace of mind
I’m just trying to seize the moment
Trying to love the little things, even if they’re hard to love
A monument to love unspoken
Carved into stone, unwilling to come undone
I’ve been staring into headlights
Swallow me whole, finding my peace of mind
I’m just trying to seize the moment
Trying to love the little things, even if they’re hard to love
A monument to love unspoken
Carved into stone, unwilling to come undone
It feels good to be running from the devil
Another breath and I’m up another level
It feels good to be up above the clouds
It feels good for the first time in a long time now
Another breath and I’m up another level
It feels good to be up above the clouds
It feels good for the first time in a long time now
I remember back in Oakland
I was lying there in rapture on the bathroom floor
Moving hotel to hotel
Out on the road, no idea really what’s in store
Light it up just like a flashlight
Let it shine, let it rise just like a foreign sun
Turn it over and it’s capsized
It’s finally done, the battle’s lost yet I feel I’ve won
I was lying there in rapture on the bathroom floor
Moving hotel to hotel
Out on the road, no idea really what’s in store
Light it up just like a flashlight
Let it shine, let it rise just like a foreign sun
Turn it over and it’s capsized
It’s finally done, the battle’s lost yet I feel I’ve won
It feels good to be running from the devil
Another breath and I’m up another level
It feels good to be up above the clouds
It feels good for the first time in a long time now
Another breath and I’m up another level
It feels good to be up above the clouds
It feels good for the first time in a long time now
It feels good for the first time in a long time now
It feels good to be me
It feels good to be me
I’m high, staring at the ceiling
Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
What comes next, I see a light
I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight
Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
What comes next, I see a light
I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight
I’m high, staring at the ceiling
Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
What comes next, I see a light
I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight
Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
What comes next, I see a light
I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight
It feels good to be running from the devil
Another breath and I’m up another level
It feels good to be up above the clouds
It feels good for the first time in a long time now
Another breath and I’m up another level
It feels good to be up above the clouds
It feels good for the first time in a long time now
It feels good for the first time in a long time to be me
It feels good for the first time in a while I’m free
It feels good for the first time in a while I’m free
I’m high, staring at the ceiling
Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
What comes next, I see a light
I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight
Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
What comes next, I see a light
I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight
Ok, I’ll take…
Imagine thoroughbreds from different generations racing one another? Holy shit, that would be the fecking best! I’m taking 10! And, while, I’m not choosing the proverbial picks either, I’d stack these against ANYBODY’S 10 all day long! Not in any particular order, just danistrulytheman’s 10 versus yers! Riders Up!
Easy Goer
Holy Bull
Housebuster
Spectacular Bid
Tom Fool
Dayjur
Frankel
Go For Wand
Goldikova
Miesque
Fuck it all I came from nothing
I’m something from nothing
You are my fuse
I’m something from nothing
You are my fuse
You are my fuse
I’m something from nothing
You are my fuse
It goes oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
It goes oh oh oh
All rise!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
It goes oh oh oh
All rise!
I need to make some money, need to make money
woo woo make money
I need to some money, need to make money
woo woo
I don’t own the clothes I’m wearing
And the road goes on forever
And I’ve got one more silver dollar
But I’m not gonna let ’em catch me no
Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider
I, I’m a new day rising
I’m a brand new sky
To hang the stars upon tonight
15307
… is a prime number! and, nope… 13307 ain’t!
hopefully the universe doesn’t collapse, lol!
‘shrooms with a view!
today is the 22nd day of october… we are truly blessed w/ the autumn weather, folks!
a few pics from my awesome leslieville life…
grilled AAA striploins, served w/ Ace potato & chive bread
… shit don’t get no better!!
We get to feel small from high up above
The beautiful lull
The dangerous tug
We get to feel small
From high up above
And after a glimpse
Over the top
The rest of the world
Becomes a gift shop
The dangerous tug
We get to feel small
From high up above
And after a glimpse
Over the top
The rest of the world
Becomes a gift shop
The pendulum swings
For the horse like a man
Out over the rim
Is ice cream to him
The beautiful lull
The dangerous tug
We get to feel small
But not out of place at all
We’re forced to bed
But we’re free to dream
All us humans extras
All us hearded beings
And after a glimpse
Over the top
The rest of the world
Becomes a gift shop
I don’t know what to believe
Sometimes I even forget
And if it’s a lie
Terrorists made me say it
The beautiful lull
The dangerous tug
We get to feel small
From high up above
From high up above
From high up above
From high up above
From high up above
I Wanna Glide Down Over Mulholland
… gonna leave this world for awhile.
will you remember the 24th day of september?
… blogger’s licence EWF!Â
… feckin’ ridiculously, absurdly, scorching, HOT!
Someone’s Shithouse Blog Turns 8 Today!
Been at this WAY too fecking long folks!
But, at this moment could give a mofo rat’s ass!
… ’cause I know it’s gonna be a Lovely Day!
“That’s right, Cocksucker. Go back to New Jersey!” – Phil Leotardo
RIP Frank Vincent
danistrulytheman 