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Kim	posted on 07-24-2001 @ 7:30 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Bob Seger Turn the Page On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engine moanin' out his one note song You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through Here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can All the same old cliches, "Is that a woman or a man?" And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand Here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again There I go Turn the page Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away Every ounce of energy you try to give away As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said Here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again There I go Turn the page Here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again There I go There I go "If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain." -Maya Angelou "A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." -Ingrid Bergman
spitfire421	posted on 07-24-2001 @ 3:01 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00	Sorry, Kim, can't think of any "turn" lyrics, but here's a great Seger song :) ...side ?: anyone ever see American Pop? I was a little too tall Could've used a few pounds Tight pants points hardly reknown She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes And points all her own sitting way up high Way up firm and high Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy Workin' on mysteries without any clues Workin' on our night moves Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news Workin' on our night moves In the summertime In the sweet summertime We weren't in love, oh no, far from it We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit We were just young and restless and bored Livin' by the sword And we'd steal away every chance we could To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods I used her, she used me But neither one cared We were gettin' our share Workin' on our night moves Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues Workin' on our night moves And it was summertime And oh the wonder We felt the lightning And we waited on the thunder Waited on the thunder I awoke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered Started humming a song from 1962 Ain't it funny how the night moves When you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves With autumn closing in Hey, will the world turn upon me Will the soul survive ultimately Oh, will peace ever be found When I drag my feet on hallowed ground I don't wanna know what the future will hold I don't wanna pray cause I'm lost anyway [Email]spitfire@opieanthony.com">E-Mail Me
WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell.	posted on 07-24-2001 @ 3:10 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	More Bob Seger... Highway Child I wasn't born lookin' back, I can't tell white from black Kesey next to me now darling, straighter than a railroad track I've been so high, my mind was dry I rent it out to farmers on the midnight ride That ain't all I ain't even got me a congressman I can call All right I seen 'em dumpin' garbage, in my rivers and lakes I seen 'em send up John Sinclair, you know Two joints is all it takes Then suddenly I was in a tree And dogs were barking up at me can't you see I'm so damn apethetic, I can't believe I'm free As the senator he signs the bills you know And he's telling us which way we have to go Think it's time we got together and declared When you see them coming and you get so scared Rain is falling down, but you know I'm feeling fine I think I'll watch the tv set, let America steal my mind But you know I'm cool, Momma had a rule She didn't raise no fool to be true to someone else I'm runnin' down that highway child I'm gonna be myself Highway child Highway child
mckinks	posted on 07-24-2001 @ 3:45 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Well since I don't really care for Seger here is some turn lyrics: The Byrds Turn, Turn, Turn To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die. A time to plant, a time to reap. A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to laugh, a time to weep. To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to build up, a time to break down. A time to dance, a time to mourn. A time to cast away stones. A time to gather stones together. To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time of love, a time of hate. A time of war, a time of peace. A time you may embrace. A time to refrain from embracing. To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to gain, a time to lose. A time to rend, a time to sow. A time for love, a time for hate. A time for peace, I swear it's not too late. "Some folks trust to reason others trust to might, I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right."
Kim	posted on 07-26-2001 @ 7:37 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Turn The Beat Around Turn the beat around. Love to hear percussion. Turn it upside down. Love to hear percussion. Love to hear it. Blow horns, you sure sound pretty! Your bottom lips keep moving to the nitty gritty. But when you hear the scratch of the guitars scratching. Then you know that rhythm carries all the action. Turn the beat around. Love to hear percussion. (Move your feet when you feel the beat!) Turn it upside down. Love to hear percussion. Love to hear it. Flute player, play your flute, cause I know that you want to get jumping. But you see, I've made up my mind about It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it. Cause when the guitar player starts playing with the syncopated rhythm With the scratch, scratch, scratch Makes me want to move my body, yeah yeah yeah! And when the drummer starts beating that beat, Beating the outside beat with the syncopated rhythm With the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a drum. Turn the beat around. Love to hear percussion. Turn it upside down. Love to hear percussion. Love to hear it. "If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain." -Maya Angelou "A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." -Ingrid Bergman

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