I'm Off

I never understood what it was Ronald Reagan saw in this song, as far as being patriotic. I mean, in the end of the song he is screaming the loss of his brother and the realities of life...

BORN IN THE U.S.A.
(Bruce Springsteen)

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.
 
I never understood what it was Ronald Reagan saw in this song, as far as being patriotic. I mean, in the end of the song he is screaming the loss of his brother and the realities of life...

It's just a matter of politicians twisting popular songs to serve their own purpose. It still happens. ;)
 
THE FEVER
Bruce Springsteen

When I get home from my job I turn on my T.V.
But I can't keep my mind on the show
When I lay down at night, oh I can't get no sleep
So I turn on my radio
But the only sound I hear is you whisperin' in my ear
The words that you used to say
Now my days grow longer
'Cause my love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse
And I've got the fever for this girl

Got the fever, oh I've got the fever
Nothing that a po' boy can do
When he's got the fever for this girl
Got the fever, oh I've got the fever
Left this little boy blue

I can remember comin' home
See you standin' at the stove
With the dishes on the table
Dinner ready to go
We'll maybe go out to a movie show
Something that you like to see
Well now you are my sun in the morning
And my moon at night
I think about you baby
I feel alright
Now my days grow longer
'Cause my love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse
And I've got the fever for this girl

Got the fever, oh I've got the fever
Nothing that a po' boy can do
When he's got the fever for this girl
Got the fever, oh I've got the fever
Left this little boy blue

:heart: :heart:
 
Well now you are my sun in the morning
And my moon at night
I think about you baby
I feel alright
Now my days grow longer
'Cause my love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse
And I've got the fever for this girl


:rose: :heart: :heart: :rose:
 
*jumps into thread*

Snickers and hot coffee...............I so so love a balanced diet

Hi Red <kiss> gropes, fondles
 
Graceland
(Paul Simon)

The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

I'm going to Graceland
Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland

And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow

In Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see
Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
 
Arden said:
That's a great song, Soron. :rose:
That it is, My love.
What incredible history there is on the Delta.
If you listen to Muddy Waters, after he arrived in Chicago, you can hear that country blues going north. :rose:
 
Soron said:
That it is, My love.
What incredible history there is on the Delta.
If you listen to Muddy Waters, after he arrived in Chicago, you can hear that country blues going north. :rose:


Hey Y'all !!! You sure can hear that !!! :)
 
Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite! ~ The Beatles
(Lennon/McCartney)

For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline
The Hendersons will all be there
Late of Pablo Fanques Fair-what a scene
Over men and horses hoops and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire!
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world!
The celebrated Mr. K.
Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate
The Hendersons will dance and sing
As Mr. Kite flys through the ring don't be late
Messrs. K and H. assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz!
The band begins at ten to six
When Mr. K. performs his tricks without a sound
And Mr. H. will demonstrate
Ten summersets he'll undertake on solid ground
Having been some days in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all
And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill.
 
I can almost picture the dancing horse with it's mane and tail swaying as it dances. ;)
 
Arden said:
I can almost picture the dancing horse with it's mane and tail swaying as it dances. ;)
;)
He admitted taking the whole song off of a carnival poster. Still, it's a great tune.
How are you, beautiful?:heart:
 
Soron said:
;)
He admitted taking the whole song off of a carnival poster. Still, it's a great tune.
How are you, beautiful?:heart:
Very good, with the exception that I missed you. :rose:
 
Arden said:
Very good, with the exception that I missed you. :rose:
Well, here I am in all my glory, baby! LOL :D
You can even glance over and see my mug on Lit, for a change. :devil:
 
Soron said:
Well, here I am in all my glory, baby! LOL :D
You can even glance over and see my mug on Lit, for a change. :devil:
I've enjoyed it all day. :heart:


Like my legs? :p
 
Arden said:
I've enjoyed it all day. :heart:


Like my legs? :p
Oh, you're scary. I just made a comment about those legs on another Thread. :devil:
Uh, yes, I like them a lot!
 
Soron said:
Oh, you're scary. I just made a comment about those legs on another Thread. :devil:
Uh, yes, I like them a lot!
Just curious, how did you hide your horns in the pic? :devil:
 
Arden said:
Just curious, how did you hide your horns in the pic? :devil:
I'll never tell. :devil:
I wish the color one didn't have so many pixels. Ah well, I like this one too. 'Course I'd much rather look at you. ;)
 
Soron said:
I'll never tell. :devil:
I wish the color one didn't have so many pixels. Ah well, I like this one too. 'Course I'd much rather look at you. ;)
I like this one too... :p
:devil:
 
Scarborough Fair
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without no seam nor needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
 
I always loved this one...

Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard
P. Simon, 1971

The mama pajama rolled out of bed
She ran to the police station
When the papa found out, he began to shout
And he started the investigation

And it's against the law, it was against the law
What the mama saw, it was against the law

The mama looked down and spit on the ground
Every time my name gets mentioned
The papa said, "Oy, if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"

Well, I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way
I'm taking my time but I don't know where

Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard

In a couple of days they come and take me away
But the press let the story leak
Now when the radical priest came to get me released
We was all on the cover of Newsweek

And I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
But I'm on my way
I'm taking my time but I don't know where

Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard
 
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