Poets’ Graves Blues Train
- twoleftfeet
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Never, ever make 'em white, man!
That guy with the paintbrush is a clown.
Never, ever make 'em white, man!
That guy with the paintbrush is a clown.
That chopper's such an easy target.
Hear them yelling "White Hawk down!"
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That guy with the paintbrush is a clown.
Never, ever make 'em white, man!
That guy with the paintbrush is a clown.
That chopper's such an easy target.
Hear them yelling "White Hawk down!"
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Hear them yelling "White Hawk down!"
I been dreamin' of the war.
Hear them yelling "White Hawk down!"
Havin' nightmares 'bout the war.
I'm wakin' up in this cold sweat again
It's running like an open sore.
I been dreamin' of the war.
Hear them yelling "White Hawk down!"
Havin' nightmares 'bout the war.
I'm wakin' up in this cold sweat again
It's running like an open sore.
Cheers
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
- marten
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- Location: Seattle
I'm running like an open sore,
skippin' barefoot 'cross railroad ties.
I'm running like an open sore, Lord,
skippin' barefoot 'cross railroad ties.
I'mah tryin' ta soar with dem angels,
dese wretched arms don't seem ta fly.
skippin' barefoot 'cross railroad ties.
I'm running like an open sore, Lord,
skippin' barefoot 'cross railroad ties.
I'mah tryin' ta soar with dem angels,
dese wretched arms don't seem ta fly.
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Dese wretched arms don't seem ta fly
Whatcha need when you doin' bird
Dese wretched arms don't seem ta fly
It's whatcha need when you doin' bird
Jus need height to look over the wall, lord
An' Lord, I'm waitin' on your word.
Whatcha need when you doin' bird
Dese wretched arms don't seem ta fly
It's whatcha need when you doin' bird
Jus need height to look over the wall, lord
An' Lord, I'm waitin' on your word.
Cheers
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
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With this devil in my head
I'm watchin' you with evil eyes
Entertainin' this devil in my head
I'm watchin' you with evil eyes
You won't be knowin' when I'm a-comin'
So sick of hearin' all your lies.
I'm watchin' you with evil eyes
Entertainin' this devil in my head
I'm watchin' you with evil eyes
You won't be knowin' when I'm a-comin'
So sick of hearin' all your lies.
Cheers
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
- twoleftfeet
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So sick of hearin' all your lies
Babe, why do you hurt me so?
So sick of hearin' all your lies
Babe, why do you hurt me so?
When I cut off both my ears
It will be time to Van Gogh
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Babe, why do you hurt me so?
So sick of hearin' all your lies
Babe, why do you hurt me so?
When I cut off both my ears
It will be time to Van Gogh
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- twoleftfeet
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My hat'll fall over my eyes
as the huge apple falls from the tree
My hat'll fall over my eyes
as the huge apple falls from the tree
They both obey Newton's law
and I end up in A&E
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as the huge apple falls from the tree
My hat'll fall over my eyes
as the huge apple falls from the tree
They both obey Newton's law
and I end up in A&E
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- marten
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Reckon I'll end up on A&E,
between crime stories of those on Meth.
Maybe I'llah end up on A&E, Lord,
betwix crime stories of those on Meth.
Man. there ain't no time fo' hintza science,
this fuckin' drama's allz we got left.
between crime stories of those on Meth.
Maybe I'llah end up on A&E, Lord,
betwix crime stories of those on Meth.
Man. there ain't no time fo' hintza science,
this fuckin' drama's allz we got left.
- twoleftfeet
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this fuckin' drama's allz we got left,
'less you believes in Reincarnation
this fuckin' drama's allz we got left,
'less you believes in Reincarnation
- then you can be killed off in East Enders
but pop up again in Coronation (street)*
*Well what do you expect? Marten didn't exactly make it easy!
'less you believes in Reincarnation
this fuckin' drama's allz we got left,
'less you believes in Reincarnation
- then you can be killed off in East Enders
but pop up again in Coronation (street)*
*Well what do you expect? Marten didn't exactly make it easy!
This ol' train's just left the track,
all the line-clamps lost their nails -
This ol' train's just left the track,
all the line-clamps lost their nails -
Get them hammers swinging boys,
we needs this train back on the rails.
all the line-clamps lost their nails -
This ol' train's just left the track,
all the line-clamps lost their nails -
Get them hammers swinging boys,
we needs this train back on the rails.
- Jester
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We needs this train back on the rails
and it's sinkin in the pit.
We needs this train back on the rails
and it's sinkin in the pit.
If we don't get movin soon
we'll be knee deep in cow shit.
and it's sinkin in the pit.
We needs this train back on the rails
and it's sinkin in the pit.
If we don't get movin soon
we'll be knee deep in cow shit.
Just because you're paranoid it doesn't mean they're not out to get you.
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we'll be knee deep in manure
if this plumbing don't get fixed
we'll be knee deep in manure
if this plumbing don't get fixed
The cow just used my bathroom
and the methane here is thick
if this plumbing don't get fixed
we'll be knee deep in manure
if this plumbing don't get fixed
The cow just used my bathroom
and the methane here is thick
Cheers
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
And the methane here is thick,
its a floatin' o'er the bog.
And the methane here is thick lord,
its a floatin' o'er the bog.
Jus' a quiet place for a smoke lord,
now I got an arse like a spit roast hog....
its a floatin' o'er the bog.
And the methane here is thick lord,
its a floatin' o'er the bog.
Jus' a quiet place for a smoke lord,
now I got an arse like a spit roast hog....
- marten
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now I got an arse like a spit roast hog....
I'm puttin' on all kinds o' shit to stop the burn.
now I got an arse like a spit roast hog....
I'm puttin' on all kinds o' shit to stop the burn.
Best shit I found, was diaper-rashin' Desitin,
Apply it to me gentle, after all it is yor turn.
I'm puttin' on all kinds o' shit to stop the burn.
now I got an arse like a spit roast hog....
I'm puttin' on all kinds o' shit to stop the burn.
Best shit I found, was diaper-rashin' Desitin,
Apply it to me gentle, after all it is yor turn.
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It's like I'm just some kinda slave, girl
Kowtowing to your every whim
I'm just some kinda slave, woman
Kowtowing to your every whim
You keep me chained up in your bedroom
You almost tore me limb from limb.
Kowtowing to your every whim
I'm just some kinda slave, woman
Kowtowing to your every whim
You keep me chained up in your bedroom
You almost tore me limb from limb.
Cheers
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
- twoleftfeet
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You almost tore me limb from limb, babe
getting at my credit card
You almost tore me limb from limb, babe
getting at my credit card
It'll cost an arm and leg to pay it back
and you'll be gone when times get hard
getting at my credit card
You almost tore me limb from limb, babe
getting at my credit card
It'll cost an arm and leg to pay it back
and you'll be gone when times get hard
You'll be gone when times gets hard,
when the money river's dry -
You'll be gone when times gets hard,
when the money river's dry -
You'll be searching for a flood, babe
where there's bigger fish to fry.
when the money river's dry -
You'll be gone when times gets hard,
when the money river's dry -
You'll be searching for a flood, babe
where there's bigger fish to fry.
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- twoleftfeet
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Where there's bigger fish to fry, babe
and deeper pockets to pick
Said where there's bigger fish to fry
and deeper pockets to pick.
I've had the salt and battery
I guess I've also had my chips
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and deeper pockets to pick
Said where there's bigger fish to fry
and deeper pockets to pick.
I've had the salt and battery
I guess I've also had my chips
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My baby took away my chips
cashed them in and and ran away
My baby took away my chips
cashed them in and and ran away
I'm dressed to kill but penniless
I guess I'm just an easy lay.
cashed them in and and ran away
My baby took away my chips
cashed them in and and ran away
I'm dressed to kill but penniless
I guess I'm just an easy lay.
Cheers
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
Dave
"And I'm lost, and I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
" [Tom]
I'm just an easy lay preacher, Lord,
I lets the spirit grease my tongue -
I'm just an easy lay preacher, Lord,
I lets the spirit grease my tongue -
I guess sometimes the truth comes out,
if the spirit ain't too strong.
I lets the spirit grease my tongue -
I'm just an easy lay preacher, Lord,
I lets the spirit grease my tongue -
I guess sometimes the truth comes out,
if the spirit ain't too strong.
- marten
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If the spirit ain't too strong, Lord
then I ain't found no fix.
If the spirit ain't too strong, Lord
then I sure as hell ain't found no fix.
Some speakeasy's smugglin' moonshine,
reckon that's where I'll get my kicks.
then I ain't found no fix.
If the spirit ain't too strong, Lord
then I sure as hell ain't found no fix.
Some speakeasy's smugglin' moonshine,
reckon that's where I'll get my kicks.
- twoleftfeet
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Reckon that's where I'll get my kicks, Lord -
from the bottom of a glass
Reckon that's where I'll get my kicks, Lord -
from the bottom of a glass
When I've used up all my money
Them barmens'll kick me out on my arse
from the bottom of a glass
Reckon that's where I'll get my kicks, Lord -
from the bottom of a glass
When I've used up all my money
Them barmens'll kick me out on my arse