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SweetAngel	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 4:33 PM
Psychopath Registered: May. 01	"The Storm" She sits among the pieces Of broken glass and photographs Reluctantly releases the Last of what was her past It struck without a warning or Did she just ignore the signs In those dark clouds forming Behind her silver lines? [CHORUS:] The door It slammed like thunder And the tears They fell like rain And the warnings From her family Whirl like a hurricane She's drowning in emotions And she cannot Reach the shore She's alive but Can she survive the storm? A broken jewel box dancer Lies in pieces down the hall She's finding out the answers Don't change nothing at all It's time that She stopped searching For who's to blame or What went wrong The only thing For certain is he's gone She's got to move on [Repeat chorus] Someday days just roll on by Without a grey cloud in the sky She keeps telling herself "I will make it on my own" And her friends they've all Gone back to their lives Thinking she will be all right As she races through The night to make it home I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter
slackjaw The Cunt-Twat is my WORLD! The Great Pumpkin	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 9:49 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Unanswered Prayers Just the other night at a hometown football game My wife and I ran into my old high school flame And as I introduced them the past came back to me And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be She was the one that I'd wanted for all times And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then I'd never ask for anything again Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams And I could tell that time had changed me Inn her eyes too it seemed We tried to talk about the old days There wasn't much we could recall I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all And as she walked away and I looked at my wife And then and there I thankedd the good Lord For the gifts in my life Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered... Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers Fuck Gonzo, fuck SLASH, I am all about the Cunt-Twat now! I love the Cunt-twat the mostest times 10 to the second power! AIM This message was edited by slackjaw on 1-11-02 @ 8:46 PM
Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!!	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 9:51 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00	Friends In Low Places Blame it all on my roots I showed up in boots And ruined your black tie affair The last one to know The last one to showI was the last one you thought you'd see there I saw the surprise And the fear in his eyes When I took his glass of champagne And I toasted you Said honey we may be through But you'll never hear me complain Cause I got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away And I'll be ok Yeah I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis Cause I got friends In low places Well I guess I was wrong I just don't belong Then...I've been there before Everything's alright I'll just say good night And show myself to the door Hey I didn't mean To cause a big scene Just give me and then Well I'll be as high as that ivory tower That you're living in Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away And I'll be ok Yeah I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis Cause I've got friends In low places Well I guess I was wrong I just don't belong But then I've been there before Everything's alright I'll just say goodnight And I'll show myself to the door Hey, I didn't mean To cause a big scene Just wait till I finish this glass And sweet little lady I'll head back to the bar And you can kiss my ass! 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Guess I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away And I'll be okay I'm not big on social graces Guess I'll slip on down to the Oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places Honey, I've got friends in low places.. AIM This message was edited by Brokenjaw on 1-10-02 @ 9:56 PM
SweetAngel	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 9:56 PM
Psychopath Registered: May. 01	Two of a Kind, Working On a Full House Yes, she's my lady luck Hey, I'm her wild card man Together we're buildin' up a real hot hand We live out in the country Hey, she's my little queen of the South Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house She wakes me every mornin' With a smile and a kiss Her strong country lovin' is hard to resist She's my easy lovin' woman I'm her hard-workin' man, no doubt Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house Yea, a pickup truck is her limousine And her favorite dress is her faded blue jeans She loves me tender when the goin' gets tough Somtimes we fight just so we can make up Lord I need that little woman Like the crops need the rain She's my honeycomb and I'm her sugar cane We really fit together If you know what I'm talkin' about Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house This time I found a keeper, I made up my mind Lord the perfect combination is her heart and mine The sky's the limit, no hill is too steep We're playin' for fun, but we're playin' for keeps So draw the curtain, honey Turn the lights down low We'll find some country music on the radio I'm yours and you're mine Hey, that's what it's all about Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house Lordy, mama, we'll be two of a kind Workin' on a full house I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter
Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!!	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 9:59 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00	The Night I Called The Old Man Out The dining room fell silent I can't believe what I just said I just told my dad he's full of it And I watched his face turn red And I should've said, "I'm sorry" But I matched him shout for shout I can still hear that screen door slammin' The night I called him out He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you" But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts 'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house Each time they called the old man out Fist to fist and eye to eye Standin' toe to toe He would've let me walk away But I just would not let it go Years of my frustration Had let me to this night Now he'll pay for all the times that he's been right He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you" But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts 'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house Each time they called the old man out It was over in a minute That's when I realized The blood came from my mouth and nose But the tears came from his eyes And in memory of that fateful night I know the greatest pain was his And I just pray some day I'm half the man he is He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you" But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts 'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house Each time they called the old man out Just like my own dear brothers I crawled back in the house The night I called the old man out AIM
SweetAngel	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 10:04 PM
Psychopath Registered: May. 01	That Summer I went to work for her that summer A teenage kid so far from home She was a lonely widow woman Hell-bent to make it on her own We were a thousand miles from nowhere Wheat fields as far as I could see Both needing something from each other Not knowing yet what that might be 'Til she came to me one evening Hot cup of coffee and a smile In a dress that I was certain She hadn't worn in quite a while There was a difference in her laughter There was a softness in her eyes And on the air there was a hunger Even a boy could recognize She had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all its wonder Written in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Now where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night That summer wind was all around me Nothing between us but the night When I told her that I'd never She softly whispered that's alright And then I watched her hands of leather Turn to velvet in a touch There's never been a summer When I have ever learned so much We had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all its wonder Written in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Now where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night I often think about that summer The sweat, the moonlight and the lace And I have rarely held another When I haven't seen her face And every time I pass a wheat field And watch it dancing with the wind Although I know it isn't real I just can't help but feel Her hungry arms again She had a need to feel the thunder To chase the lightning from the sky To watch a storm with all its wonder Written in her lover's eyes She had to ride the heat of passion Like a comet burning bright Rushing headlong in the wind Now where only dreams have been Burning both ends of the night Rushing in long in the wind Now where only dreams have been Burnin' both ends of the night I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter This message was edited by SweetAngel on 1-10-02 @ 10:06 PM
Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!!	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 10:05 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00	Six o'clock on Friday evening Momma doesn' t know she's leaving 'Til she hears the screen door slamming Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming Local country station just a blaring on the radio Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her warning Girl you better get your red head Back in bed before the morning Nine o'clock the show is ending But the fun is just beginning She knows he's anticipating But she's gonna keep him waiting Grab a bite to eat And then they're heading to the honkey tonk But loud crowds and line dancing Just ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek And where it's George Strait 'til real late And dancing cheek to cheek Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough Going 'round the world in a pickup truck Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up Ten 'til twelve is wine and dancing Midnight starts the hard romancing One o'clock that truck is rocking Two is coming, still no stopping Break to check the clock at three They're right on where they want to be Four o'clock get up and going Five o'clock that rooster's crowing Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough Going 'round the world in a pickup truck Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up Six o'clock on Saturday Her folks don't know he's on his way The stalls are clean, the horses fed They say she's grounded 'til she's dead Well here he comes around the bend Slowing down, she's jumping in Hey mom, you're daughter's gone And there they go again Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough Goin' 'round the world in a pickup truck Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up AIM
slackjaw The Cunt-Twat is my WORLD! The Great Pumpkin	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 10:10 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	The Dance Looking back on the memory of The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone For a moment all the world was right How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd of had to miss the dance Holding you I held everything For a moment wasn't I a king But if I'd only known how the king would fall Hey who's to say you know I might have chanced it all And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd of had to miss the dance Yes my life is better left to chance I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance Fuck Gonzo, fuck SLASH, I am all about the Cunt-Twat now! I love the Cunt-twat the mostest times 10 to the second power! AIM This message was edited by slackjaw on 1-10-02 @ 10:12 PM
SweetAngel	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 10:13 PM
Psychopath Registered: May. 01	A little more "y'alternative" just for Slash. ;) Two Pina Coladas I was feelin' the blues I was watching the news When this fella came on the TV He said I'm tellin' you That science has proven That heartaches are healed by the sea That got me goin' Without even knowin' I packed right up and drove down Now I'm on a roll And I swear to my soul Tonight I'm gonna paint this town So bring me two pina coladas One for each hand Let's set sail with Captain Morgan And never leave dry land Troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said good-bye to her good timin' man Oh now I've gotta say That the wind and the waves And the moon winkin' down at me Eases my mind By leavin' behind The heartaches that love often brings Now I've got a smile That goes on for miles With no inclination to roam I've gotta say That I think I've gotta stay 'Cause this is feelin' more and more like home So bring me two pina coladas One for each hand Let's set sail with Captain Morgan And never leave dry land Hey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said good-bye to her good timin' man I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter
slackjaw The Cunt-Twat is my WORLD! The Great Pumpkin	posted on 01-10-2002 @ 10:21 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	What She's Doing Now Last time I saw her it was turnin' colder But that was years ago Last I heard she had moved to Boulder But where she's now, I don't know But there's somethin' 'bout this time of year That spins my head around Takes me back, makes me wonder What she's doin' now 'Cause what she's doin' now is tearin' me apart Fillin' up my mind and emptying my heart I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows And I wonder if she knows what she's doin' now Just for laughs, I dialed her old number But no one knew her name Hung up the phone, sat there and wondered If she'd ever done the same I took a walk in the evenin' wind To clear my head somehow But tonight I lie here thinkin' Wha's she doin' now 'Cause what she's doin' now is tearin' me apart Fillin' up my mind and emptying my heart I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows And I wonder if she knows what she's doin' now Fuck Gonzo, fuck SLASH, I am all about the Cunt-Twat now! I love the Cunt-twat the mostest times 10 to the second power! AIM

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