06-13-2005, 05:23 PM
Just curious.
What is the life expectancy of someone living on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
06-13-2005, 05:24 PM
Cincinati Reds suck! Just sayin'
06-13-2005, 05:30 PM
Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand,
Jack is in his coat, and Jane is her vest, and, me,
I'm in a rock'n'roll band. Huh!
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim
Y'know, those were different times!
Oh, all the poet, they studied rules of verse,
And the ladies, they rolled their eyes.
Sweet Jane! Whoa! Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!
I'll tell you something,
Jack, he is a banker,
And Jane, she is a clerk.
Both of them save their monies, ha,
And when, when they come home from work!
Ooh! Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play,
The classical music there, Jim.
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers".
All you protest kids.
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah,
Sweet Jane! Come on baby now! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!
Some people, they like to go out dancing,
And other peoples, they have to work. Just watch me now!
And there's even some evil mothers,
Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt.
Y'know that, women, never really faint,
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!
And that, life is, just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart, oh,
That wouldn't turn around and break it.
And anyone who ever played a part, whoa,
And wouldn't turn around and hate it!
Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane.
Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane.
Heavenly wine and roses,
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles. ah,
Heavenly wine and roses,
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles. hey!
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la, oh
Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!
Jack is in his coat, and Jane is her vest, and, me,
I'm in a rock'n'roll band. Huh!
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim
Y'know, those were different times!
Oh, all the poet, they studied rules of verse,
And the ladies, they rolled their eyes.
Sweet Jane! Whoa! Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!
I'll tell you something,
Jack, he is a banker,
And Jane, she is a clerk.
Both of them save their monies, ha,
And when, when they come home from work!
Ooh! Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play,
The classical music there, Jim.
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers".
All you protest kids.
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah,
Sweet Jane! Come on baby now! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!
Some people, they like to go out dancing,
And other peoples, they have to work. Just watch me now!
And there's even some evil mothers,
Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt.
Y'know that, women, never really faint,
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!
And that, life is, just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart, oh,
That wouldn't turn around and break it.
And anyone who ever played a part, whoa,
And wouldn't turn around and hate it!
Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane.
Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane.
Heavenly wine and roses,
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles. ah,
Heavenly wine and roses,
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles. hey!
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la-la, oh
Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!
06-13-2005, 05:31 PM
i've been at this site for 8 months living off of VitaminE threads, so there you go.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
06-13-2005, 05:36 PM
GRATEFUL DEAD â ( Truckinâ Lyrics ) came back
06-13-2005, 05:47 PM
cLaY Wrote:i've been at this site for 8 months living off of VitaminE threads, so there you go.
Word?
06-13-2005, 05:49 PM
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
06-13-2005, 06:20 PM
:wub:
Truckinâ got my chips cashed in. keep truckinâ, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckinâ on.
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
Chicago, new york, detroit and itâs all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New yorkâs got the ways and means; but just wonât let you be, oh no.
Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time theyâre sittinâ and cryinâ at home.
One of these days they know they better get goinâ
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
Truckinâ, like the do-dah man. once told me youâve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards ainât worth a dime, if you donât layâem down,
Sometimes the lightâs all shininâ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip itâs been.
What in the world ever became of sweet jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isnât the same
Livinâ on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is ainât it a shame?
Truckinâ, up to buffalo. been thinkinâ, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckinâ on.
Sittinâ and starinâ out of the hotel window.
Got a tip theyâre gonna kick the door in again
Iâd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess youâre gonna come in.
Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlinâ pin.
Knocked down, it getâs to wearinâ thin. they just wonât let you be, oh no.
Youâre sick of hanginâ around and youâd like to travel;
Get tired of travelinâ and you want to settle down.
I guess they canât revoke your soul for tryinâ,
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
Sometimes the lightâs all shininâ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip itâs been.
Truckinâ, Iâm a goinâ home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckinâ on.
Hey now get back truckinâ home.
Truckinâ got my chips cashed in. keep truckinâ, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckinâ on.
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
Chicago, new york, detroit and itâs all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New yorkâs got the ways and means; but just wonât let you be, oh no.
Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time theyâre sittinâ and cryinâ at home.
One of these days they know they better get goinâ
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
Truckinâ, like the do-dah man. once told me youâve got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards ainât worth a dime, if you donât layâem down,
Sometimes the lightâs all shininâ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip itâs been.
What in the world ever became of sweet jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isnât the same
Livinâ on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is ainât it a shame?
Truckinâ, up to buffalo. been thinkinâ, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckinâ on.
Sittinâ and starinâ out of the hotel window.
Got a tip theyâre gonna kick the door in again
Iâd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess youâre gonna come in.
Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlinâ pin.
Knocked down, it getâs to wearinâ thin. they just wonât let you be, oh no.
Youâre sick of hanginâ around and youâd like to travel;
Get tired of travelinâ and you want to settle down.
I guess they canât revoke your soul for tryinâ,
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
Sometimes the lightâs all shininâ on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip itâs been.
Truckinâ, Iâm a goinâ home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckinâ on.
Hey now get back truckinâ home.
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