Tuesday..afternoon...
I'm just beinning to see....
Now I'm on my way...
It doesn't matter to me...
Chasing the clouds away....

Something calls to me....
The trees are drawing me near...
I've got to find out why...
Those gentle voices I hear...
Explain it all with a smile...

I'm looking at myself...
Reflections of my mind...
It's just the kind of day...
To leave myself behind...

So gently swaying through the fairy land of love...
If you'de just come with me...
And see the beauty of...
Tuesday afternoon...

Anybody...anyone...Beueler....

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end;
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed


With these eyes before;
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more

'Cos I love you,
Yes I love you,
Oh! How I love you.

Gazing at people
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend;
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end

And I love you,
Yes I love you,
Oh! How I love you!
Oh! How I love you!

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end;
Letters I've written never meaning
Beauty I've always missed
With these eyes before;
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more

'Cos I love you,
Yes I love you,
Oh! How I love you!
Oh! How I love you!

'Cos I love you,
Yes I love you,
Oh! How I love you!
Oh! How I love you!

Back

very good!

I love you too

smooooch as shmoopy would say

ha ha

what is that on you desk shot granite?

A skin I made but have been too chicken to upload...got the DesktopX, beatnik, Sysmeter, etc... Still needs work...

looks pretty good to me........go figure

The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Instrumental break.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Still have some weird things happenning with the WB skin...and my menu's are crap..

Thanks for checking it out!

We may not have a cent to pay the rent
But we're gonna make it, I know we will
We may have to eat beans every day
But we're gonna make it, I know we will
And if a job is hard to find
And we have to stand in the welfare line
I've got your love and you know you got mine
So we're gonna make it, I know we will

We may not have a home to call our own
But we're gonna make it, I know we will
We may have to fight hardships alone
But we're gonna make it, I know we will
'Cause togetherness brings peace of mind
We can't stay down all the time
I've got your love and you know you got mine
So we're gonna make it, I know we will

Our car may be old, our two rooms cold
But we're gonna make it, I know we will
We may not can spare a roach a crumb
But we're gonna make it, I know we will
And if I have to carry 'round a sign
Sayin' "Help the deaf, the dumb, and the blind"
I got your love and you know you got mine
So we're gonna make it, I know we will

We're gonna make it
(We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it)
We're gonna make it, baby
(We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it)
It might seem hard sometime
(We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it)
But don't worry, darlin' baby
(We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it)
We're gonna keep on tryin'
(We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it) [fade]

Personal favorite to get me going.

I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me

He smiled so I got up and' asked for his name
That don't matter, he said,
'Cause it's all the same

Said can I take you home where we can be alone

An' next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me

Next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me, singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me

Said can I take you home where we can be alone

An we'll be movin' on
An' singin' that same old song
Yeah with me, singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me

Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Keila... saw her in concert in the eighties doing that song....

And Peff, I must have seen the Moody Blues about 20 times at least....

Here's one. Somewhat appropriate for the day...


Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good die young,
But I just looked around and he's gone.

Has anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good die young,
But I just looked around and he's gone.

Has anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good die young,
But I just looked around and he's gone.

Didn't you love the things they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free.
Someday soon, it's gonna be
One day.

Has anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walkin'
Up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.

Collective Soul - Crowded Head

All the words that I want to hear
Are distorted by your weaknesses and fear
And your lies that I push away
I might accept them on your good self pity day
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head

And the peace that I really need
You substitute it for your policy of greed
Still your pride always suffocates
Any truth that your heart might want to make
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head

With all your static
I can't distinguish between what's being said
I have no room for this
You see I'm living with a crowded head

And the path that I needed shown
You left me stranded in the darkness all alone
All the promises you fed to me
I'm now choking from their taste of cruelty
All of your sadness is crowded in my head
All of your madness is crowded in my head

PETER GABRIEL LYRICS - Games Without Frontiers

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
-Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres

Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
-Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
-Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres

mmm, ok, I'll shud-up now

I m sorry, one more


Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show - Cover of the Rolling Stone


Well we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
We take all kinda pills
That give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone

I got a freaky old lady
Name a Cocaine Katie
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor ol' grey haired Daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Now it's all designed
To blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

Wanna see my pictures on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smiling face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone

We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who'll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who's teachin' us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Gonna see my picture on the cover
Gonna buy five copies for my mother
Gonna see my smiling face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone ...

Wow, though of it last night when it came on the radio and I cannot believe it had not been posted yet.
So everybody get out your air guitars!
/me has a Fender Stratocaster, blue of course.



Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's

See the little faggot with the earring and the make-up
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's millionaire

We gotta install microwawve ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's

I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that ? Hawaiian noises ?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free

We gotta install ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's, Lord

Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' get your chicks for free
Money for nothin' get chicks for free


Now wasn't that fun?

Dire Straits (If spelled correctly) Money for nothing..

Plus you also got Weird Als Parody

Good old Weird Al, I sat one time on Kazaa and ended up with 2 cd's. So many songs but have barely listened to them. " made a cool lable though" Did you ever hear Weenie in a bottle? If you want a good laugh check it out.

Yep and a bunch more I have. I have all albums up to running with sissors plus his extras that been released

And though you try to
Justify the meaning
Of the note you sent this evening
To my door you're not
Deceiving me
Well, I'd have thought that
You'd have known much better
Sending 'round an unsigned letter
Facing me would be much
Better now.

It is just that you
Can't face the future with me
Can't you tell me to my face
You just took the coward's
way to say
Goodbye
How would you feel here
In my place?

And now I know my love
Is lost on you
And nothing you can say or do
Will turn my head around
I'd have thought you'd
Have decency
To come and tell the truth
To me
Instead of telling lies
Your eyes betray.

Is it just that you
Can't face the future with me
Can't you tell me to my face
You just took the coward's
Way to say
Goodbye
How would you feel here
In my place?
Tell me to my face
You're leaving now.
Tell me to my face
That you're leaving now.