| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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There once was a poodle who thought he was a cowboy, But he lived in a cage the size of his thumb. And, though his white horse was a box of toothpicks, He galloped around until hit by a car. Sometimes I flap my arms like a hummingbird Just to remind myself I'll never fly. Sometimes I burn my arms with cigarettes Just to pretend I won't scream when I die. If my life was as long as the moon's, I'd still be jealous of the sun. If my life lasted only one day, I'd still be drunk by noon. Sometimes I can't wait to come down with cancer. At least then I'll get to watch TV all day. And on my deathbed I'll get all the answers Even if all my questions are taken away. If my like was as long as the moon's, I'd still be jealous of the sun. If my life lasted only one day, I'd still be drunk by noon. on the Sally Timms ep, Cowboy Sally thought some of you drunken ramblers would appreciate |
your sledgehammer want you to ca-aa-aall my name i wanna be your sledgehammer lest this be my testimony aww, jeah. i been feelin' the rhythm--huh! |
Well, I don't know where I am but I know my destination (3x) Knock 'em down, Christian soldiers, knock 'em down Well, the devil likes his liquor and he smokes a big cigar (3x) But he's always been a real good friend of mine If there's a hell way down below, I bet you'll see someone you know (3x) And we'll all have a fucking good time So knock 'em down, knock 'em down Another dead soldier hits the ground Because our time on earth is brief We don't want no strife or grief So knock 'em down, knock 'em down, knock 'em down If there's a heaven in the air, don't expect to see me there (3x) Knock 'em down, lords and ladies, knock 'em down Well, I don't believe in God because he don't believe in me (3x) And he never returns any of my calls (repeat chorus) Well, I don't believe in God because he don't believe in me (3x) And he never returns any of my calls Well, the earth just keeps on spinning round as history repeats (3x) Knock 'em down, cocks and chickens, knock 'em down And I hope you'll all remember me when I am in my grave (3x) Fill your glass, get off your ass, and knock 'em down Knock 'em down, knock 'em down, knock 'em down (ad nauseam) Goddamn! --T. Ashley |
right now! hey! it's your tomorrow! right now! c'mon, it's everything! catch that magic moment and do it right here and now! it means evvvv-ry-thing... shut up. |
-frank zappa |
--a sign on campus Hung Again I guess I'll just get hung again tonight 'Cause it's the best way that I know to turn off the light I'll get reacquainted with the floor It's like a joke you've heard before Except that you was laughing the other night The lights are coming on along the Williamsburg The trains sure take it slow over that bridge Factory girls are in the street But I just want something to eat And I don't think that they can scratch that itch I don't know why I try Another day, another lie It's like sticking needles in your eye You get that sinking feeling when you're sunk You pack your worries up inside a metal trunk I guess I just need some time to think I swear that I'd give up the drink If I could find a better way to get drunk I don't know why I try Another day, another like It's like sticking needles in your eye In your eeeyyyyee IN YOUR EEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE -- T. Ashley |
(A tale of the envangelical apprenticeship of a ten-year-old boy, willing or not. Because I don't trust you people.) Dragged in his fathers footsteps Onto other people's doorsteps To shoe-gaze through another afternoon He's well turned out, his pants are pressed He's dripping in his Sunday best As the sun beats down in time to the sound Of his father droaning on about the problems in the world While Kevin stands uncounted at the door Will Kevin get to heaven any sooner? Will father ever bother looking down? When he sees the light He sees the light There must be empty chairs in the Kingdom Hall What with the summer holidays the flock is gotten small He's marching 'round my neighborhood With a briefcase and a boy And Kevin doesn't share the Soldier's Joy And I could see right through him The lawn was needing mowed I closed the door and turned to watch him go Will Kevin get to heaven any sooner? Will father ever bother looking down? When he sees the light He sees the light And I want him to change I'd like him to change for me - JM & GK - |