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| TheGooch Mullet Master Yo Gooch, Moron here... how's that for some fucked up shit... Fez is giving you status... Karma sucks, huh? | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 11:22 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00  | Since NJDude hasn't put this up yet, I'll drop this in to start off some good tunes for the First of May... BOB DYLAN Tombstone Blues The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps With a fantastic collection of stamps To win friends and influence his uncle Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill I would set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues  | ||||
| Kim | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 11:41 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Great choice Gooch! :) Love Sick I'm walking, through streets that are dead Walking, walking with you in my head My feet are so tired My brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping Did I, hear someone tell a lie Did I, hear someone's distant cry I spoke like a child You destroyed me with a smile while i was sleeping I'm sick of love That I'm in the thick of it This kind of love I'm so sick of it I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hangin' on to a shadow I'm sick of love I hear the clock tick this kind of love I'm lovesick Sometimes the silence can be like thunder Sometimes I wanna take to the road of plunder Could you ever be true? I think of you and I wonder I'm sick of love I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love I'm tryin' to forget you Just don't know what to do I'd give anything to be with you ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Can't Wait I can't wait Wait for you to change my mind It's late I'm tryin' to walk the line Well it's way past midnight And there's some people all around Some on their way up Some on their way down The air burns and I'm tryin to think straight And I don't know how much longer I can wait I'm your man I've tried to recover the sweet love that we knew You understand That my heart can't go on beating without you Well your loveliness has wounded me I'm reeling from the blow I wish I knew what it was that keeps me loving you so I'm breathin' hard standin' at the gate And I don't know how much longer I can wait Skies are gray I'm looking for anything that will bring a happy glow Night or day It doesn't matter where I go anymore I just go If I ever saw you comin' I don't know what I might do I'd like to think I could control myself But it isn't true That's how it is When things disintegrate And I don't know how much longer I can wait I'm doomed to love you I been rollin' through stormy weather I'm thinkin' of you And all the places we could roam together It's mighty funny The end of time has just begun Oh honey, after all these years you're still the one Well I'm strollin' through the lonely graveyard of my mind I left my life with you Somewhere back there along the line I thought somehow that I would be spared this day I don't know how much longer I can wait **~~Under Contruction ~~** | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 11:43 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | DYLAN!!!! Cant' wait to see him on Friday night :) Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin' for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin' that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D. A. Look out kid Don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Don't try "No Doz" Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You don't need a weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift Twenty years of schoolin' And they put you on the day shift Look out kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Don't wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Don't wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handles  no-one ever tends to me. Sitting alone covered in breeze. Some things are so my mind can breathe. The waiting is hard, fuckin' takes so long. Draped in sun, hands in sand. Earth acid cleanses me. It cleanses me clean, but the world it never comes(Kyuss, Space Cadet) This message was edited by spitfire421 on 5-1-01 @ 11:49 AM | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 11:47 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Whatever colors you have in your mind I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean And you're the best thing that he's ever seen Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile Why wait any longer for the world to begin You can have your cake and eat it too Why wait any longer for the one you love When he's standing in front of you Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead I long to see you in the morning light I long to reach for you in the night Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead  ~Matt/Froy from Jersey Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post. | ||||
| mckinks | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 11:56 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Great choice Gooch! Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal. How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal? (chorus) You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal. (chorus) Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?  "Some folks trust to reason others trust to might, I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right." | ||||
| Kwyjibo | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 12:02 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Thought I would toss up a favorite of mine: Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red. Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through, Tangled up in blue. She was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam, I guess, But I used a little too much force. We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out West Split up on a dark sad night Both agreeing it was best. She turned around to look at me As I was walkin' away I heard her say over my shoulder, "We'll meet again someday on the avenue," Tangled up in blue. I had a job in the great north woods Working as a cook for a spell But I never did like it all that much And one day the ax just fell. So I drifted down to New Orleans Where I happened to be employed Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat Right outside of Delacroix. But all the while I was alone The past was close behind, I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew Tangled up in blue. She was workin' in a topless place And I stopped in for a beer, I just kept lookin' at the side of her face In the spotlight so clear. And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same, She was standing there in back of my chair Said to me, "Don't I know your name?" I muttered somethin' underneath my breath, She studied the lines on my face. I must admit I felt a little uneasy When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, Tangled up in blue. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe "I thought you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century. And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul from me to you, Tangled up in blue. I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs, There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air. Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died. She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside. And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn, The only thing I knew how to do Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew, Tangled up in blue. So now I'm goin' back again, I got to get to her somehow. All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives. Don't know how it all got started, I don't know what they're doin' with their lives. But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same, We just saw it from a different point of view, Tangled up in blue. Kwyjibo  Adopted by Brokenjaw Thanks to PanterA for the sigpic | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 12:09 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 |  Most of the time Most of the time I'm clear focused all around, Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground, I can follow the path, I can read the signs, Stay right with it, when the road unwinds, I can handle whatever I stumble upon, I don't even notice she's gone, Most of the time. Most of the time It's well understood, Most of the time I wouldn't change it if I could, I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own, I can deal with the situation right down to the bone, I can survive, I can endure And I don't even think about her Most of the time. Most of the time My head is on straight, Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate. I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick, I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick I can smile in the face of mankind. Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine Most of the time. Most of the time She ain't even in my mind, I wouldn't know her if I saw her She's that far behind. Most of the time I can't even be sure If she was ever with me Or if I was with her. Most of the time I'm halfway content, Most of the time I know exactly where I went, I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide, Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside, I don't compromised and I don't pretend, I don't even care if I ever see her again Most of the time. What Good Am I? What good am I if I'm like all the rest, If I just turned away, when I see how you're dressed, If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry, What good am I? What good am I if I know and don't do, If I see and don't say, if I look right through you, If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky, What good am I? What good am I while you softly weep And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep, And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try, What good am I? What good am I then to others and me If I've had every chance and yet still fail to see Bridge: If my hands tied must I not wonder within Who tied them and why and where must I have been What good am I if I say foolish things And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings And I just turn my back while you silently die, What good am I?  Ring Them Bells Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and streams, For they're deep and they're wide And the world's on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride. Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow, Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know. Oh it's rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow. Ring them bells Sweet Martha, For the poor man's son, Ring them bells so the world will know That God is one. Oh the shepherd is asleep Where the willows weep And the mountains are filled With lost sheep. Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf, Ring them bells for all of us who are left, Ring them bells for the chosen few Who will judge the many when the game is through. Ring them bells, for the time that flies, For the child that cries When innocence dies. Ring them bells St. Catherine From the top of the room, Ring them from the fortress For the lilies that bloom. Oh the lines are long And the fighting is strong And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong. Disease of Conceit There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight From the disease of conceit. Whole lot of people struggling tonight From the disease of conceit. Comes right down the highway, Straight down the line, Rips into your senses Through your body and your mind. Nothing about it that's sweet, The disease of conceit. There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight From the disease of conceit, Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight From the disease of conceit. Steps into your room, Eats your soul, Over your senses You have no control. Ain't nothing too discreet About of disease of conceit. There's a whole lot of people dying tonight From the disease of conceit, Whole lot of people crying tonight From the disease of conceit, Comes right out of nowhere And you're down for the count From the outside world, The pressure will mount, Turn you into a piece of meat, The disease of conceit. Conceit is a disease That the doctors got no cure They've done a lot of research on it But what it is, they're still not sure There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight From the disease of conceit, Whole lot of people seeing double tonight From the disease of conceit, Give ya delusions of grandeur And a evil eye Give you idea that You're too good to die, Then they bury you from your head to your feet From the disease of conceit.  There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell And there are people who will say that they knew me so well... I may not go to heaven | ||||
| TheGooch Mullet Master Yo Gooch, Moron here... how's that for some fucked up shit... Fez is giving you status... Karma sucks, huh? | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 12:59 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 |  BOB DYLAN Restless Farewell Oh all the money that in my whole life I did spend, Be it mine right or wrongfully, I let it slip gladly past the hands of my friends To tie up the time most forcefully. But the bottles are done, We've killed each one And the table's full and overflowed. And the corner sign Says it's closing time, So I'll bid farewell and be down the road. Oh ev'ry girl that ever l've touched, I did not do it harmfully. And ev'ry girl that ever I've hurt, I did not do it knowin'ly. But to remain as friends and make amends You need the time and stay behind. And since my feet are now fast And point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line. Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced, The cause was there before we came. And ev'ry cause that ever I fought, I fought it full without regret or shame. But the dark does die As the curtain is drawn and somebody's eyes Must meet the dawn. And if I see the day I'd only have to stay, So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone. Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind, I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung. But it's not to stand naked under unknowin' eyes, It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung. But the time ain't tall, Yet on time you depend and no word is possessed By no special friend. And though the line is cut, It ain't quite the end, I'll just bid farewell till we meet again. Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time To disgrace, distract, and bother me. And the dirt of gossip blows into my face, And the dust of rumors covers me. But if the arrow is straight And the point is slick, It can pierce through dust no matter how thick. So I'll make my stand And remain as I am And bid farewell and not give a damn. | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 1:28 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | WELL, I WENT FOR A DRIVE IN MY PICKUP TRUCK I PICKED UP MY GIRL, 'CAUSE I WANTED TO SHOW HER MY GLOVES 'CAUSE SHE HAD ON HER MITTS AND I BLUSHED BRIGHTLY WHEN SHE SHOWED ME HER PERFUME THAT SHE BUYS WHENEVER AVON CALLS SO I TOOK OFF MY PANTS AND I SHOWED HER MY POLKA DOT UNDIES! MY POLKA DOT UNDIES YEAH MY POLKA DOT UNDIES FROM MIRACLE MART I SAID "LOOK, BUT BE CAREFUL! I THINK I'M GONNA TURN A SHARP CORNER AND GO UP ON THE GRASS SHE LEANED OUT THE WINDOW AND I THOUGHT I SAW HER POINTING TO SOMETHING THAT FLASHED BY REAL QUICK SHE SAID, "HEY! LOOK AT THAT! IT LOOKS JUST LIKE YOUR POLKA DOT UNDIES! YOUR POLKA DOT UNDIES" YEAH, MY POLKA DOT UNDIES THAT I WEAR BACK TO FRONT SHE SMILED AND SHE SAID "HAVE YOU SEEN MY BROTHER'S NEW CAR, THE ONE THAT HE STOLE?" THEN SHE ASKED ME TO LOOK UP HER WHOLE DAMN FAMILY AND I WENT INTO SHOCK WHEN I FOUND OUT IT WAS HER SISTER WHO REALLY LIKED POLKA DOT UNDIES POLKA DOT UNDIES WELL, I TOOK HER OUT FOR DINNER AND ON ONE THING SHE WAS FIRM SHE'D SWALLOW ALMOST ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR STORIES THAT HER BROTHER DIDN'T LIKE BIRDS AND HUNG AROUND IN LEATHER BARS AND LIKE TO EAT FISH AND CHIPS AND HE STILL SUCKED HIS THUMB I SAID, "I DON'T MIND" AND SHE KISSED ME ON MY POLKA DOT UNDIES MY POLKA DOT UNDIES I KISSED HER SOFTLY AND I SAID "I TELL YOU WHAT - LET'S ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW AND I'LL AT YOUR LAST BAR OF CHOCOLATE THE ONE THAT'S IN THE PARCEL SHE SAID "NO NO!" AND SHE CALLED ME A TAXI AND I SAID I BEG YOUR PARDON BUT GET ME HOME FAST BEFORE I LOSE MY POLKA DOT UNDIES MY POLKA DOT UNDIES THE MORAL OF THIS STORY LIKE A JEWEL IT IS GLEAMIN' BUT YOU'LL NEVER FIND IT IN A GLASS OF WARM MILK OR TEA, 'CAUSE IT WILL NOT FIT AND YOU PROBABLY ALREADY THINK I AM FULL OF VAGUE INNUENDOES AND DOUBLE-MEANING RHYMES BUT I TELL YOU THAT OBSCENITY IS ALL IN YOUR POLKA DOT UNDIES YOUR POLKA DOT UNDIES YOUR EDIBLE UNDIES POLKA DOT UNDIES There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell And there are people who will say that they knew me so well... I may not go to heaven | ||||
| NJDude | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 1:32 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00 | Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand. I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' In the hot New Jersey night. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that. In Paterson that's just the way things go. If you're black you might as well not show up on the street 'Less you wanna draw the heat. Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops. Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates." And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men. Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in, Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs. The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!" Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Four months later, the ghettos are in flame, Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame. "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?" "Don't forget that you are white." Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure." Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow. You'll be doin' society a favor. That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver. We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim." Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much. It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail. But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse. All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance. The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger. No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. And though they could not produce the gun, The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed. Rubin Carter was falsely tried. The crime was murder "one," guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride. How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game. Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell. That's the story of the Hurricane, But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.  E-Mail Me | ||||
| Kim | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 5:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | One Of Us Must Know (Sooner Or Later) I didn't mean to treat you so bad You shouldn't take it so personal I didn't mean to make you so sad You just happened to be there, that's all When I saw you say "goodbye" to your friend and smile I thought that it was well understood That you'd be comin' back in a little while I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good But, sooner or later, one of us must know You just did what you're supposed to do Sooner or later, one of us must know That I really did try to get close to you I couldn't see what you could show me Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid I couldn't see how you could know me But you said you knew me and I believed you did When you whispered in my ear And asked me if I was leavin' with you or her I didn't realize just what I did hear I didn't realize how young you were But, sooner or later, one of us must know You just did what you're supposed to do Sooner or later, one of us must know That I really did try to get close to you I couldn't see when it started snowin' Your voice was all that I heard I couldn't see where we were goin' But you said you knew an' I took your word And then you told me later, as I apologized That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm An' I told you, as you clawed out my eyes That I never really meant to do you any harm But, sooner or later, one of us must know You just did what you're supposed to do Sooner or later, one of us must know That I really did try to get close to you.  | ||||
| IkeaBoy P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal I will die a traitor's death | posted on 05-01-2001 @ 6:17 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Sep. 00 | His Acadamy Award winning ditty A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train Bridge #1: Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose Chorus People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care, but things have changed This place ain't doing me any good I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood Just for a second there I thought I saw something move Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove Bridge #2 Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through (chorus) I've been walking forty miles of bad road If the bible is right, the world will explode I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can Some things are too hot to touch The human mind can only stand so much You can't win with a losing hand Bridge #3 Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street (chorus) I hurt easy, I just don't show it You can hurt someone and not even know it The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity Gonna get low down, gonna fly high All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie I'm love with a woman who don't even appeal to me Bridge #4 Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake I'm not that eager to make a mistake (chorus) And his tribute to one of my personal heroes Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on Never did get any Golden Globe award, never made it to Synanon. He was an outlaw, that's for sure, More of an outlaw than you ever were. Lenny Bruce is gone but his spirit's livin' on and on. Maybe he had some problems, maybe some things that he couldn't work out But he sure was funny and he sure told the truth and he knew what he was talkin' about. Never robbed any churches nor cut off any babies' heads, He just took the folks in high places and he shined a light in their beds. He's on some other shore, he didn't wanna live anymore. Lenny Bruce is dead but he didn't commit any crime He just had the insight to rip off the lid before its time. I rode with him in a taxi once, only for a mile and a half, Seemed like it took a couple of months. Lenny Bruce moved on and like the ones that killed him, gone. They said that he was sick 'cause he didn't play by the rules He just showed the wise men of his day to be nothing more than fools. They stamped him and they labeled him like they do with pants and shirts, He fought a war on a battlefield where every victory hurts. Lenny Bruce was bad, he was the brother that you never had.  Eliza Dushku- Hotter Than Britney Read my column at Foundry This message was edited by IkeaBoy on 5-1-01 @ 6:20 PM | ||||
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