The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
The photograph reflects, every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
I'm outta luck, outta love
Got a photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild and free,
So far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy
Got a photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild and free,
So far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
Give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama, don't take my Kodachrome away
They give us those nice bright colors
Give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama, don't take my Kodachrome away
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
I got a pig, home in a pen
Corn to feed him on
All I need is a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Corn to feed him on
All I need is a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
11/2 Grateful Shred, Brooklyn Bowl
11/21 JGB, Brooklyn Bowl
1/18 JRAD Cap
11/21 JGB, Brooklyn Bowl
1/18 JRAD Cap
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
He’s gone
Nothing’s gonna bring him back
Wooooooo
He’s gone
Nothing’s gonna bring him back
Nothing’s gonna bring him back
Wooooooo
He’s gone
Nothing’s gonna bring him back
So many roads to soothe my soul!
xoxo
xoxo
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice
Anyway they fall, guess who gets to pay the price?
Money green, or proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today
So the kids they dance and shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Anyway they fall, guess who gets to pay the price?
Money green, or proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today
So the kids they dance and shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
When you dance,
Do your senses tingle?
Then take a chance?
In a trance,
While the lonely mingle
With circumstance?
Do your senses tingle?
Then take a chance?
In a trance,
While the lonely mingle
With circumstance?
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Well it's been heaven but even rainbows end
Now my sails are fillin'
And the wind's so willin'
That I'm as good as gone again
I'm still walkin'
So I'm sure that I can dance
Just a Saint of Circumstance
Just a tiger in a trance
In the rain fallin' down
Now my sails are fillin'
And the wind's so willin'
That I'm as good as gone again
I'm still walkin'
So I'm sure that I can dance
Just a Saint of Circumstance
Just a tiger in a trance
In the rain fallin' down
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Well, I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still willin'
Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still willin'
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Bring dynamite and a crane
Blow it up and start all over again
Build a town be proud to show
Give the name tobacco road
Johnny and Edgar Winter
Blow it up and start all over again
Build a town be proud to show
Give the name tobacco road
Johnny and Edgar Winter
11/2 Grateful Shred, Brooklyn Bowl
11/21 JGB, Brooklyn Bowl
1/18 JRAD Cap
11/21 JGB, Brooklyn Bowl
1/18 JRAD Cap
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
These are the seasons of emotion
And like the wind, they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I see the torch
We all must hold
This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient
Upon us all, upon us all, a little rain must fall
Just a little rain, oh, yeah
Oh, ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah
And like the wind, they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I see the torch
We all must hold
This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient
Upon us all, upon us all, a little rain must fall
Just a little rain, oh, yeah
Oh, ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Oh, little girl, in that case I don't want no part
I do believe that that would only break my heart
Oh, but if you feel like lovin' me
If you got the notion
I second that emotion
Said, if you feel like giving me a lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion, oh
I do believe that that would only break my heart
Oh, but if you feel like lovin' me
If you got the notion
I second that emotion
Said, if you feel like giving me a lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion, oh
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Hey, little girl, is your daddy home?
Did he go away and leave you all alone?
I got a bad desire
Oh, oh, oh
I'm on fire
Did he go away and leave you all alone?
I got a bad desire
Oh, oh, oh
I'm on fire
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
My daddy told me always be strong son
Don't you ever cry
You find the pretty girls and then you love them
Then you say goodbye
Don't you ever cry
You find the pretty girls and then you love them
Then you say goodbye
11/2 Grateful Shred, Brooklyn Bowl
11/21 JGB, Brooklyn Bowl
1/18 JRAD Cap
11/21 JGB, Brooklyn Bowl
1/18 JRAD Cap
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Oh Daddy
If I could make you see
If there's been a fool around
It's got to be me
Yes, it's got to me
Yes, it's got to me
Yes, it's got to me
If I could make you see
If there's been a fool around
It's got to be me
Yes, it's got to me
Yes, it's got to me
Yes, it's got to me
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Little girl lost
In a forest of dreams.
It's a dark old wood
And it's damp with dew.
Hoot owl hoots
For a moment it seems
Something big and cold
Got ahold of you.
Just when everything gets scary,
Daddy’s come 'round for his darlin' again.
Hold my hand with your little fingers.
Daddy's loving arms gonna gather you in.
In a forest of dreams.
It's a dark old wood
And it's damp with dew.
Hoot owl hoots
For a moment it seems
Something big and cold
Got ahold of you.
Just when everything gets scary,
Daddy’s come 'round for his darlin' again.
Hold my hand with your little fingers.
Daddy's loving arms gonna gather you in.
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
11/2 Grateful Shred, Brooklyn Bowl
11/21 JGB, Brooklyn Bowl
1/18 JRAD Cap
11/21 JGB, Brooklyn Bowl
1/18 JRAD Cap
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
'69, I was 21 and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned into the road I'm on
Running on (running on empty)
I don't know when that road turned into the road I'm on
Running on (running on empty)
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott