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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Getting Ready for Saturday...Songs that MUST be played in a pool hall | ||||
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| spitfire421 | posted on 03-21-2001 @ 4:38 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00  | Welcome to the jungle We've got fun 'n' games We got everything you want Honey, we know the names We are the people that can find Whatever you may need If you got the money, honey We got your disease In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your knees, knees I wanna watch you bleed Welcome to the jungle We take it day by day If you want it you're gonna bleed But it's the price you pay And you're a very sexy girl That's very hard to please You can taste the bright lights But you won't get them for free In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Feel my, my, my serpentine I, I wanna hear you scream Welcome to the jungle It gets worse here everyday Ya learn ta live like an animal In the jungle where we play If you got a hunger for what you see You'll take it eventually You can have anything you want But you better not take it from me In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your knees, knees I wanna watch you bleed And when you're high you never Ever want to come down, YEAH! You know where you are You're in the jungle baby You're gonna die In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your knees, knees In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Feel my, my, my serpentine In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your knees, knees In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your It' gonna bring you down-HA! Well, she was an American girl, Raised on promises She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more to life Somewhere else After all it was a great big world With lots of places to run to And if she had to die Tryin', she Had one little promise she was gonna keep Chorus: Oh yeah, alright, Take it easy, baby Make it last all night She was an American girl. Well, it was kind of cold that night, She stood alone on the balcony Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by, Out on four forty one like Waves crashing on the beach, And for one des'rate moment there He crept back in her memory God, it's so painful when something that's so close Is still so far out of reach   | ||||
| white shorts | posted on 03-21-2001 @ 4:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Owwww! I get up, and nothin' gets me down You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around And I know, baby, just how you feel You got to roll with the punches and get to what's real Ah, can't ya see me standin' here I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't ya see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump. Jump! Might as well jump Go ahead an' jump. Jump! Go ahead and jump Ow-oh! Hey, you! Who said that? Baby, how you been? You say you don't know, you won't know until you begin So can't ya see me standing here I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't ya see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and jump Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and jump Jump! (Guitar Solo) Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and jump Get it in, jump. Jump! Go ahead and jump Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!  | ||||
| atomic punk | posted on 03-21-2001 @ 5:28 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Now Spit, I don't want to read on Monday that you whacked someone in the head twirling your pool cue around like Tom Cruise! ;) It's In The Way That You Use It It's in the way that you use it, It comes and it goes. It's in the way that you use it, Boy don't you know. And if you lie you will lose it, Feelings will show. So don't you ever abuse it, Don't let it go. Nobody's right till somebody's wrong. Nobody's weak till somebody's strong. No one gets lucky till luck comes along. Nobody's lonely till somebody's gone. Chorus Chorus First Verse I've seen dark skies, never like this. Walked on some thin ice, never like this. I've told you white lies, never like this. Looked into true eyes, never like this. Chorus  One of Spitfire 421's adopted brats I am a victim of the science age, a child of the storm | ||||
| Rommel | posted on 03-21-2001 @ 6:47 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | POOL HALL RICHARD (Rod Stewart, Ron Wood) Sweatin' hard, I didn't get a shower All I did was stand around and get too hot Knowin' all the people walkin' on my side Losin' all my money and I'm killin' time Ol' Bill he come a-runnin' like he's gettin' some Makes you kind of jealous but it sure is fun I don't mind but he wants my lady too You know the crowd gets bigger As the word goes 'round Pool Hall King was playin' back in town Minnesota Fats standin' up at the back Tryin' to hide himself in a plastic mack You ought to hear the silence When the kid walks in His reputation's bigger than gasoline I don't mind but he's tryin' to fill my lady too, ha ha Pool Hall Richard You're far too wicked we know, ha Pool Hall Richard Kid you're wicked, we know You broke my heart Same as you ... could ever do With your yellow carnation And your pink satin shoe You make me jealous, but I worship you One day soon I'm gonna beat you clean Wipe that smile right off your chin Everybody gonna drive from miles around Cuein' up to see me take away your crown Then you'll never never ever take my lady then Get out Pool Hall Richard You're far too wicked we know, ha Pool Hall Richard Kid you're wicked, we know You broke my heart Same as you ... could ever do Dig this Bam goes the brown, that's another one down Know they play much better when the sun goes down Bang goes the green, you're so obscene Your hands are dirty but your scent is clean Bam goes the blue, lock away your cue The Pool Hall King is hustlin' you Bam goes the 8-ball, didn't see it spin at all This kid can play, oh yeah Bam goes the brown, ooh another one down Know they play much better when the sun goes down Bang goes the green, you're so obscene Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean Damn the pink, one more to sink Gonna beat you someday 'Cause you're makin' me sick Down on the black, at the back of the pack Aw, you nearly missed, you ain't so hot Pool Hall Richard Kid you're wicked, we know You broke my heart Same as you ... could ever do You're breakin' my heart But you're stealin' my tart, no no no Shut up  Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 03-21-2001 @ 7:25 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | i wanna hear some doors, zeppelin, metallica and Guns & roses. that's pool hall music my friends. Have you come here for forgiveness Have you come to raise the dead Have you come here to play Jesus To the lepers in your head | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 03-21-2001 @ 7:44 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are Girls, Girls, Girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat-sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls ya just can't beat But they're the best when they're off their feet Girls, Girls, Girls At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale Girls, Girls. Girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails Girls, Girls, Girls Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune Ya know she did me Well then she broke my heart I'm such a good good boy I just need e new toy I tell ya what, girl Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forget the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those Girls, Girls. Girls Body Shop. Marble Arch Girls, Girls, Girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, Girls, Girls | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 03-22-2001 @ 10:01 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Here, GS, this one's always playing i can't remember anything can't tell if this is true or dream deep down inside i feel to scream this terrible silence stops me now that the war is through with me i'm waking up i can not see that there is not much left of me nothing is real but pain now hold my breath as i wish for death oh please god,wake me back in the womb its much too real in pumps life that i must feel but can't look forward to reveal look to the time when i'll live fed through the tube that sticks in me just like a wartime novelty tied to machines that make me be cut this life off from me hold my breath as i wish for death oh please god,wake me now the world is gone i'm just one oh god,help me hold my breath as i wish for death oh please god help me darkness imprisoning me all that i see absolute horror i cannot live i cannot die trapped in myself body my holding cell landmine has taken my sight taken my speech taken my hearing taken my arms taken my legs taken my soul left me with life in hell | ||||
| Rommel | posted on 03-22-2001 @ 10:13 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | sniff sniff ...here I thought I was doing a good thing looking for some obscure pool songs, and then GonzoStyle has to chastise me....sniff sniff Ok ! One more than I'll start posting some "swing your fucking pool sticks" my way type of songs :) LATE IN THE EVENING Words & music by Paul Simon 1978 The first thing I remember I was lying in my bed It couldn't of been no more Than one or two I remember there's a radio Comin' from the room next door And my mother laughed The way some ladies do When it's late in the evening And the music's seeping through The next thing I remember I am walking down the street I'm feeling all right I'm with my boys, I'm with my troops, yeah And down along the avenue Some guys were shooting pool And I heard the sound Of a cappella groups, yeah Singing late in the evening And all the girls out on the stoops, yeah Then I learned to play some lead guitar I was underage in this funky bar And I stepped outside to smoke myself a "J" And when I came back to the room Everybody just seemed to move And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play And it was late in the evening And I blew that room away The first thing I remember When you came into my life I said I'm gonna get that girl No matter what I do Well I guess I'd been in love before And once or twice I been on the floor But I never loved no one The way that I loved you And it was late in the evening And all the music seeping through Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts | ||||
| TeenWeek what's a status? | posted on 03-22-2001 @ 10:19 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | What about Critters on my Crackers? Teens, making the world a better place to live in. | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 03-22-2001 @ 12:26 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | For some unknown reason people always played this song at the hall I worked at. The Devil Went Down to Georgia By: Charlie Daniels Band The devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind And he was willing to make a deal When he came across this young man Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said, "Boy let me tell you what "I guess you didn't know it But I'm a fiddle player too And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you "Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy But give the devil his due I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'Cause I think I'm better than you" The boy said "My name's Johnny And it might be a sin But I'll take your bet and you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best that's ever been" Johhny you resin up your bow And play your fiddle hard 'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia And the devil deals the cards And if you win You get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose The devil gets your soul The devil openned up his case And he said "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips As he resined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this When the devil finished Johnny said "Well you're pretty good, old son But sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how its done" {Refrain} Fire on the mountain, run boys run The devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough Granny does your dog bite, no child no The devil bowed his head Because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle On the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said "Devil, just come on back If you ever want to try again But I told you once, you son of a bitch I'm the best that's ever been" He played... {Refrain}  | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 03-22-2001 @ 1:05 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Maynard.. I was going to post that song... it's not just your pool hall.. "Devil Went Down to Georgia" is almost REQUIRED music at avy pool hall.  NO! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "It's hard to garble nawdle zous, With all these marbles in my mouth" E-Mail Me | ||||
| Rommel | posted on 03-22-2001 @ 1:31 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | Bad To The Bone On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one alone She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone I make a rich woman beg, I'll make a good woman steal I'll make an old woman blush, and make a young woman squeal I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone For crying out loud, I hope this is OK for GonzoStyle :) Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts | ||||
| Just Jon | posted on 03-23-2001 @ 1:35 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Also from Color of Money... make sure to run your fingers over your hair at the right part... I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein Werewolves of London If you hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again Werewolves of London He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair Better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, Jim I'd like to meet his tailor Werewolves of London Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doing the werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen Doing the werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's His hair was perfect Werewolves of London again Draw blood -----  E-mail: JustJon@opieanthony.com Adoptee: Baby Nicole & Napsky You listen to me! While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is I am a nay-sayer and a hatchet man in the fight against violence! I pride myself in taking a punch and I'll gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King! My concerns are global. I reject absolutely revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method...is love. I love you, Sheriff Truman. | ||||
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