Don't rock my boat

Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin

Send me

Move ...

Fish ain't bitin'

Nothing to prove

Nobody would believe it anyway

Don't worry, if there's a hell below, we're all gonna go

The enemy within

Santa Claus spits game

He's coming

You better be ready

Jeremy spoke in class today

Its a war

We don't need no more trouble, what we need is a war

If I should lose you

So near, so far

Good luck charm

Straight up and down

Sail

If I could

Superman

All in love is fair

When Johnny come marching home

...and I'm going down slow

What else is there to be afraid of

Jesus returns

Cuz your minds ain't ready and your heart's not open

I can't get started

Time is marching on

Milestones

Here's to life

This time baby

Until the real thing comes along

Nothing focuses the mind like death therapy

There they are and there they'll stay

Niggers and spics and poor white trash, oh my

Stay black and die

Release the hounds

Damn their oily hides

I can't go for that

Let the negotiations begin

Prisoner of hope

Just stand up and glow

All I do

Can you stand the rain

Moonchild

Every Generation

This bitter earth

Peace Piece

Don't let me down

Big Love

Cry me a river

Mercy, mercy, mercy

The Old Country

Make war not love

Straight no chaser

Big Chief

Staxxed

What?

Dees boys is mesegenated

This band of miscreants here this very evening interfered with a lynch mob in the performance of its duty

They trampled all over our venerated obsoivances and rituals

and I have it on the highest authority...

And stay out of the Woolsworth

Let's get down

Four more beers

Did he say poke chop

They're trying to wash us away

OK I will bring it up.

I wonder how many of those people in the New York and New Jersey area on TV talkin bout "somebody come hep us" wanted the government out of their lives three weeks ago. Hell, I wonder how many are still going to vote for limited government now.

You know if it were up to me, I would line them all up in front of those government blankets and bottled water and the generators and the emergency fuel trucks and take a poll. Show of hands, how many of you sombitches think the government is the problem?

But I guess that's why I ain't the President of nothin.

Is there anything to think about

Welcome back Louise

Only in white world

The chase

I'm just a lucky so and so

Everybody Cryin' Mercy

Nothin but the truth

Come rain or come shine

I have confidence

got damn boy

Put it in the groove and work it

It's only a paper moon

Just walk on by

Don't waste your time

Eye of the tiger

Respect yourself

Put your hand over your mouth when you cough, it'll help the solution

Keep running

My burden's gone, its turned into a song

You're my latest greatest inspiration

Treat me like a man

 Door to your heart, just shopping not buying

And that's why I get thirty percent

They call me Mister Tibbs

Hey don't you want your lemonade

Epiphytics indeed

There was a time

Drama

I'm an orange moon

Reflecting the light of the sun

His light was too bright

So they turned away

And he stood alone

Every night and every day

You peoples enjoy your meals

Jim Dandy

Looks like another love T.K.O.

Heritage Hum

Turn up the Heath

Chum on

The great white hype

Playing crap and calling it jazz

You can take a dump in a bowl and call it chocolate surprise but no matter how much whipped cream you put on it its still a bowl full of crap.

What'cha gonna do

When the sun don't shine

Let's call this

I'm going back to Indiana

Things ain't what they used to be

Moanin

World keeps going round and round

Yesterday was a prayer for peace and we continue today

I can't write left handed

but I don't need nobody writing nothing for me

Everybody look what's goin down

Rich man's welfare

The night has a thousand eyes

Just a gigolo

Waiting on the world to change

And if I were a bell I'd go ding dong ding dong ding

The sly, slick and wicked

Wrong meeting

Yeah, well keep hope alive

Enigma

Gravity of Love
 

Look who's baaaack

T.A.P.O.A.F.O.M.

Fly Away
 

Don't make me get up

boom boom boom

Tick Tick Tick Boom

People get ready

Rut roh

Well, you needn't

That's why I'm easy

Seems to me girl you know I've done all I can

You see I've begged stole and I borrowed

The hell I won't

And I am telling you

and you're gonna love

Please please please

All aboard

And they wonder why we act this way

Comin from where I'm from

Sometimes you gotta walk to work
Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt


Sometimes you gotta cry a little bit louder
Sometimes you gotta fight the pain
Sometimes you gotta walk alone
Sometimes you get a little worried
Sometimes you get a little lost and outta touch
Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much


Sometimes I get a little scared

strasbourg saint denis

You probably think this song is about you

You're going to look awfully silly

Blizzard of lies

Your toes and knees aren't all you'll freeze when you're in it up to your thighs

I'm afraid the masquerade is over

Crazy

Joy enough to spare

Now wait a minute

A little bit softer now

Paging Sir Douchealot

A little bit louder now

Aw naw, hell naw boy

Yall done up and done it

Love is stronger than pride

Slowly, surely

Its tight like that

If I can't sell it I am going to sit down upon it.

Show me

How far am I from Canaan

Fantasy

and delusion

Its Time

Tomorrow

The question is

I can't say how

but I'm over it now

and I guess

you just don't want to know

Jive Talkin

In a sentimental mood

Don't bother, they're here

I know you'd like to thank

Yo shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer see
Roses really smell like booboo ooh
Yeah, roses really smell like booboo ooh

The people's money and thangs

Love will find a way

So what?

It seems to hang on

The makings of you

and the makings

me of

Four MFs playing tunes

Big giant frozen turd

Sooner or later that sombitch is gonna thaw out.

Hey Chic fil-a STFU and make me a sammidge

Nobody cares what you think about anything.  We were not coming into your establishment because of all the deep thoughts you were thinking. You are running a business not a ministry.  You are free to believe anything you choose to believe but that doesn't mean the rest of us want to hear about it.

Yeah maybe homosexuality doesn't exactly mesh with the natural order of things.  Got it, check.  But some people might consider eating a chicken breast without the wing as unnatural, so we all got our issues.  But now yall got things so jacked up that we can't even have lunch without it being some kind of political statement.  I just want to grab a sandwich and get back to work.  Leave the politics to the politicians


Get back in the kitchen you neanderthals, heat up the grease and cue the heifers so maybe everybody can get back to mocking the chickens.

Speaking of heifers, let's turn our attention to Michael Jackson's brood.

Some of you may not have ever had to deal with a 14 year old in the house.  But speaking from personal experience it ain't for the faint of heart under the best of circumstances.  Stir in a lifetime of dysfunction, with intense media scrutiny and a heavy dose of court ordered anything ladled over a premature death with a billion dollar fortune in play and you got yourself one helluva jackpot.  Katherine is an old lady, and I can tell you she don't need this.

The Jacksons, especially Michael, have grown up to be, let's just say, something of a disappointment.  But back in the day the Jacksons made it possible to dream your way out of the hood.  If they could make it out of the hood and still wear those big afros then the rest of us could make it too.  And it is for this reason I am rooting for this family to "succeed".  I still have a soft spot for those young urchins who sprang into our consciousness in 1969. 

Jermaine, who has always seemed to be one of the more sane members of the family and a voice of reason through the years has requested space for the family to heal and deal with their issues.

I say we give it to them.

A fool like me

I can't take you nowhere

at all

Wait on what you want

Return of the Candyman

Midnight Blue

All the things you are

Sing you bastard

Put ya clothes back on

Ubas

There you go

The sound of silence

On a clear day

You can see forever

Ma, He's Makin' Eyes At Me

I could write a book

Minor League

Kung Fu

Our days of comfort, days of night
Don't put yourself in solitude
Who can I trust with my life
When people tend to be so rude?

My mama borne me in a ghetto
There was no mattress for my head
But no, she couldn't call me Jesus
I wasn't white enough, she said

And then she named me, kung fu
Don't have to explain it, no, kung fu
Don't know how you'll take it, kung fu
I'm just trying to make it, kung fu

I've got some babies and some sisters
My brother worked for Uncle Sam
It's just a shame, ain't it, mister
We being brothers of the damned

But nothing brings about the difference
You are my lover, do believe
Shall we join hands for tomorrow?
Don't giving up, then up your sleeve

Keep your head high, kung fu
I will till I die, yeah, kung fu
Don't be too intense, no, kung fu
Keep your common sense, yeah, kung fu

Don't mistake life for a secret
There is no secret part of you
You bet your life if you think wicked
Someone else is thinking wicked too

Keep your head high, kung fu
I will till I die, yeah, kung fu
Don't be too intense, no, kung fu
Keep your common sense, yeah, kung fu

Our days of comfort, days of night
Don't put yourself in solitude
Who can I trust with my life
When people tend to be so rude?

My mama borne me in a ghetto
There was no mattress for my head
But no, she couldn't name me Jesus
I wasn't white enough, she said

And then she named me, kung fu
Don't have to explain it, no, kung fu 
Don't know how you'll take it, kung fu
I'm just trying to make it, kung fu

Kung, kung fu, kung fu

My groove, your move

Your world as I see it

1974

The stay puft marshmellow man

Who ya gonna call

What can I do for you

What can you do for me

Preach brother, preach

People want true things
Or nothing at all
People want sincerity
And nothing more
People need happiness as land needs rain
We need rain we need light we need love
Yes you'll find it so hard
To live without love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Whoa just say yeah (oh yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

People want to live (uh huh)
Not merely exist
People want to enjoy
Not suffer and fear no no no
People need understanding
Not tensions or confusion no no
Oh I wonder should the people who present us this solution talk about love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Oh yeah
Just say yeah (oh yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah
Ooh yeah

We need power
We need power
We need peace
Peace
Peace
Peace

I think we'll all agree
I think we'll all agree
That's not fighting (fighting)
That's not fighting
Because this ain't war
This ain't war
This ain't war
This ain't war
I know it's not too late to love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love

What can I do for you
What can you do for me

And how is it that

they all know the words yet we've never heard of him

Isn't it a shame

Can you answer these questions

 

Right leaning lefties vs left leaning righties

Dayum, this woman is nearly 70 years old and still got it in any way you might want to interpret it.

Cher eat your heart out.

Nights feel like getting down

Oooh, I'm on fire

The beginning of the end

Invitation

But just a little laid back

Its the Kleeer ting to do

Freedom ain't free 

Everybody loves a winner

Charge

Suddenly

The paradox of overwhelming Advantage in America

The harder you squeeze, the further juice squirts in the wrong direction

Its the healthcare stupid

A truth so profound

it absolves all previous lies

How long has this been going on

Ain't quite as dumb as I seem

Look the other way

There's no control, but that's alright

 I'm gonna look the other way and hold on tight

I'll fly away

This world is not my home

Skin I'm in

And you say these are the people I depend on for my survival

One world, one people, one love

Steady as she goes

Well ain't that the ritz calling the saltine a ...

Is it now acceptable to proclaim the pot calling the kettle black in polite company?

I keep hearing this saying roll off the tongues of supposedly enlightened persons who apparently haven't a clue it might carry offense for others.

Is there something wrong with the kettle being black?  I have always wondered what the hell that is about?

Is this colloquialism some deep intellectual insight based on ancient cultural wisdom, perhaps Latin? Or is this exactly what it sounds like?

Well I decided to conduct some deep, exhaustive and comprehensive research on this phrase, and here is what wikipedia has to say about it:


"Oho!' said the pot to the kettle; "You are dirty and ugly and black! Sure no one would think you were metal, Except when you're given a crack."

"Not so! not so! kettle said to the pot; "'Tis your own dirty image you see; For I am so clean -without blemish or blot- That your blackness is mirrored in me"

Hmmmm.

So I propose that we change this colloquialism just a bit to see if it gives offense to the seemingly oblivious.

Phryzznian Man

Black codes from the underground

Here I am

Go back and tell Chalky to kiss my black ass

In the hood, there is one and only one unforgivable, going out like a punk.

You can lose big and still be respected as long as you go down swingin.

When I go down its gon be some motherfuckers with sore kneecaps and chewed up ankles with dents in anything else I can get ahold of on the way down.

There's only three things that's for sure

Soul sauce

Happy fathers day

Do what you wanna do

Be what you are

I have struggled my entire life to fit into the preconceived expectations of of a world that can be as mean as it is ignorant.

If you are the proverbial square peg in the round hole it can be truly disorienting.

That is, until you figure our how to tell them what they really need to hear.

Come on, everybody, say it loud

 We sing and we talk

Learn to walk black

Good luck brother

Baltimo?

You don't know what love is

Something worth fighting for

Don't just tell us to fight, give us something worth fighting for.

Its alright

Missin you

Levi where you at

See, what had happened was ...

 
This ain't the poot butt league man

How far is heaven

Come and get your love

Just do it

My man

Don't explain

Senor Blues

If you want to watch peoples heads explode just tell them that jazz is a composer's art.

Horace Silver is one, but certainly not the only, master composer who claims the jazz tradition as his home.

Senor blues is one, but certainly not Silver's only, masterwork.

Taj Mahal is a traditional blues and folk artist who brought his A game to the jazz tradition.

Curtis Brothers Quartet

Shake everything you got

Ain't if funky now

Make it funky

Memphis soul stew

Fried neckbones and some home fries

Red Beans and Rice

Cantelope Island

If yesterday could only be tomorrow

All night long

Can you feel it

I got to have it

Giant Steps

The next movement

This just in

I promise you boo boo

It don't mean a thang if it ain't got that swang

WTF, telemarketers disregard the do not call list?

I thought we had these sombitches on the run.

If politicians want to do something to make themselves popular they can drive a stake through the heart of these assholes.

Unless they just want to leave the loopholes in the law so they can annoy us with pre-recorded messages at election time about how hard they are fighting on our behalf.

Sigh!

Put your hands where my eyes can see

Its the way nature planned it

Ready or not, it seems we will now have a national discussion about gender identity.

I will admit that I am still a bit confused by the whole thing.  I mean just the whole plumbing thing of what goes where is enough to overwhelm the uninitiated.  And I guess just having gay men marry lesbian women is an over simplification of the problem.  At least the plumbing fixtures would fit, huh, huh, huh!  I suppose life is never that simple.

But it seems to me that as long those who identify with nontraditional gender roles are simply trying to carve out a place in the universe to live life the best way they know how, then the least the rest of us can do is scooch over a bit and give them a little room to breathe free.

But that doesn't mean the hipper than hip in crowd gets to look at us funny just because we don't get it.  You are strange to us and that is not our fault. Just because  the high powered media types have organized a slick campaign to convince the rest of us hicks that this is the coolest thing since ice dispensers on refrigerators doors doesn't mean we have to like it.  And we won't.  But we can and should acknowledge the humanity of even those who are different.

So if you think you can manage to mow your grass, pay your taxes and bring your herbie curbie in off the street before the sun rises again then welcome to the neighborhood.  If you don't judge me I won't judge you.  But let's be clear here, I don't like this or understand it.  That doesn't make me a bad person any more than not liking golf, chitlins or Game of Thrones.  Its just the way God made me!

Personally, I think we all would have been better off with civil unions.  Think about it.  This would have given a wider scope of interested persons access to this so called equality.  For example, what if a single parent has a good job with benefits for herself and her children.  But she wanted her mother, who has no health insurance, to stay home and take care of the kids.  Why couldn't civil unions allow a mother and a daughter to band together for mutual economic benefit.  The mother gets subsidized health care, the single parent gets a homemaker to take care of her kids while she earns a living.  What about two little old spinster ladies trying to take care of each other into old age making a legal commitment to each other.

Where is it written that this issue has to be about gay and lesbian people.  This could have been about a lot more than who your dance partner is when its time to do the hokey pokey.  But that doesn't seem to be where we are headed now.

Everybody on all sides of this issue better strap in because this seems to be headed for political bloodsport, and that's what its all about.

My foolish heart

I think I'm in love

I have always wondered why so called journalist allow the political types to go on air and Texas 2 step their way around the question that everybody wants answered.

Not today. Not Tamron Hall.

Dayum girl, I am scared of you. I do not want to roll up on you in a dark alley.

For those of you who don't speak ghetto allow me to translate:

Bitch you in my house so don't play me.

I ain't done nothin to you yet but you will feel it when I fuck with you.

You are seriously pissing me off. 

So shut the hell up and get off my air.

Now the point is not that she smacked her "guest" around on air.  The point is that she demanded accountability from those who would come on her air and use it to spew uselessness.

I guess the end result of everyone holding their guests accountable would be fewer politicians agreeing to go on these programs.  But you know that might not be the worst thing that ever happened.  Maybe they could use that airtime to run better cartoons or something.

And that is Soul for real.

If You Want It by ice1906

You're as right as rain

Don't hate the kitty, hate the game

Soon

Moanin

To everything there is a season

The charter hustle

Work to do

Milestones

Maybe we need extra security screening

for angry white men at the airport or something.

You know, place the scrutiny where the threat is actually located.
That way all those perfectly innocent Pakistani men in traditional garb can fly home to visit their mothers on mothers day and back without a bunch of hassle.

Moments notice

You better love somebody

I think I shall call you Wally

You are much more effective on defense swatting down bullshit

Green with envy

Time after time

Translation, Owwww

Ode to a Kudu

Ceora

Its too late now

There's that rainy day

I remember April

Zoom

Along Came Betty

Hangin on a string

Slow down

Loose Ends

Whenever this song comes on the radio it always reminds me why I splurged for the DELuxe sound system in the ride.

I can only hope I'm alone on the interstate with miles to go so sometimes I just need to...

Well why, said the brown fly

Cause I'm a woman

Fortunate

Forgive them father

All or nothing at all

I try

Afro Blue

Make jazz cool again

RISE and shine

Now back to the Madison

Girl Talk

Maiden Voyage

Living here down here below

Mmm Hmm

When you're smiling

The whole world smiles with you

From dog whistling to hog calling

Where better to make your last stand?

And who could we get to microphone check it for us?

Oh yeah, and happy April Fool's day

Hootie hoot

Wondering

Foggy mountain breakdown

Going in circles

The world is a ghetto

People make the world go round

Over and over

I can make you feel good

Oh so good

Right in the socket

updated



update to the update

Just because they're crazy doesn't mean they're wrong or the left's war on men

Domestic violence is not solely a women's issue. Anyone who attempts to make it seem that way is either a liar or an ignorant tool of the M.I.C..

Chicken shit for the soul

Dateline America circa 21st century: GOP candidates prefer white women

I think its time the media challenged the GOP presidential contenders for their racial bias. I mean come on, let's face it, each and everyone of them has gotten a pass for their predilection for white women.

Not a single one of the four, Romney, Santorum, Gingrich or Paul has ever shown any interest whatsoever in women of colour. (There ain't nothin any of you fellers want to tell us is there?)

Why is no one asking these questions?

It wouldn't have anything to do with a chicken shit double standard would it?

I guarangodamntee you if the Democratic presidential contender showed this much interest in white women it would be a national obsession.

So why doesn't the chicken shit flow both ways? Why is Robert De Niro's joke about America not being ready for a white woman in the White House inappropriate?

When I first heard the joke I literally did a spit take. Why? Because it was just funny as hell that's why. But instead of engaging America about its racial issues from the safety of comedic discourse by countering feigned indignation with an even funnier joke we are getting apologies.

Its going to be a very long campaign season.



You know its hard, who ever said it would be easy?

Treyvon Martin

I first became aware of the Treyvon Martin incident shortly after it occurred. I found out about it not because Black folks rose up in protest, but because general interest media controlled by white folks, who apparently were just as outraged by it as the black community, thought it was news worthy.

Indeed it was newsworthy, but it took another month for the controversy to come to a full rolling boil. But just because it took mainstream broadcast media a few weeks to pick up the story doesn't make it race riot worthy. And they seem to be all over it now.

I remember being first saddened and then angered by the issue. Saddened for those who lost a child, angered by those who would seek to protect his killer. I remember thinking this had all the makings of a federal civil rights violation case written all over it and ultimately that looks like what it will turn out to be.

But before we go all tribal and turn this into a racist America versus Black America issue we should remember two things:

1. There are many white people who were and are just as outraged as black folks about this killing and therefore we shouldn't create separation where there is none.

2. After the killer has had his day in court there are still folks who need to be held to account for trying to subvert justice by protecting the killer. If these folks are not made to explain their actions then nothing has changed.

The good news is we have already found the answer to racism and posted it here 2 years ago. The question now is where is the constituency for murdered kids who don't fit into any minority group.

Can you hear me now?

Gyroscope

U will know

East of the sun and west of the moon

Where you at

Its Bumfights

Any percentage of you...

...is as good as the whole pie

The last mile of the way

Time to get down

Survival

You don't know what love is

...and she could be jiving too

Let's take em up

Kick it

trying to prove my love to you

I'm through

Walk right in, walk right out

Illusion

I got a name

The medula oblongata

Billionaire or dumbass

But not for me

Nobody is that stupid

That's the way

Higher ground

1960 What?

...cause its burning real bright

Winter in America

Not Just Deep, Knee Deep

Bad Moon Rising

Goggles is for pussies

Drug addicts, whoremongers and money changers

Your experiences qualify you to follow, not to lead.

Wisdom for the wise

Drink the

good wine first

Its too late now

I will always love you

Peace

and love

The Lyin' King

Just can't wait to be king

Unrational and irreasonable

Un Poco Loco

Black people love us

black people love us

Analyzing White Folks

Here

here

here

and here

Are the Grammy's even relevant

In a world where Chris Brown is not only considered an R&B artist, but wins best R&B album you gotta wonder if you aren't better off without em

Last Tuesday

Chapter 12

I arrived nearly a week earlier not planning to be there but a a day or so. But I never found an opportunity to leave. As it turns out that was a good thing. By now he was even more weak than before if that was possible. But one thing never changed no matter how sick he became; if he was conscious he was in charge.

Although the phrase is bandied about with abandon these days, he was truly old school, in every sense of those words. He never owned a computer in his life, nor did he have any desire to own one. He had gotten this far in life without one and damn if he'd be changing his style just because Bill Gates and Steve Jobs needed to make another billion dollars.

When I bought my first car, it was with my own money and I was a full grown adult; but I was honor and duty bound to let him make the deal. Just as I was bound to be at his side now.

Old school rules dictated that whenever he purchased a vehicle he don his finest Sunday-go-to-meeting suit and his good jewelry including the diamond ring he decided he needed for just this type of occasion. I had picked out a Honda Accord hatchback and knew the ins and outs of the deal backwards and forwards and had an offer to buy it at sticker price. Now this was in the days when Honda had the hot hand before everybody else figured out how to make cars that people wanted. Units were in short supply and you were lucky to even find one on the lot at all, much less avoid paying the premium over sticker price they demanded and usually received. But that Sunday-go-to-meeting suit must have overwhelmed them and the sparkling brilliance of that diamond ring must have hypnotized them because damn if he didn't talk them into a two hundred dollar discount. I figured out much later that all the dealer had done was taken the two hundred dollar factory installed floor mats out and left me with bare carpet. But two hundred dollars is two hundred dollars. Old school indeed, the art of the deal.

Tuesday morning he was up and directing traffic as usual. Over the course of the day everybody who should have come to visit actually showed up, at least for a few minutes. It wasn't planned it just happened exactly the way it was supposed to happen. Everybody visited as in the verb to visit (there are rules to this type thing). It was just like the old days, except he was tired and weak and his eyes were blood red from the drugs or exhaustion or crying about his own condition. I kept a close watch over him as he sat upright but said very little.

People came and went and all day and no one was missing. Everybody who needed to say goodbye said goodbye. By dark he had begun to sink. The next day he was barely conscious. We cleaned and bathed him and put him to bed that night but there were no instructions from the boss just eery silence. Right before midnight we gave him his medicine. But something was different, very different.

A week of sleeping in 3 hour increments on a recliner had left me exhausted so I curled up on the sofa and passed out.

My brother who was taking his turn in the recliner that night woke me at about two am with words that pierced me, "I think daddy is gone".

By four am family and friends had literally descended on the house. I didn't count but there must have been 30 or 40 people who just showed up in the middle of the night in the middle of the week. There was absolutely nothing they could do but they came anyway because it was all they could do.

The undertaker arrived around six am. We all held hands and commended his soul to the God he had served his entire life and prayed him on in to heaven.

It was indeed the last Tuesday.

Time to say goodbye

Jungle Strut

Black

A shade of jade

Thank you

Don't let me be lonely tonight

Wide receiver

Baby, what you want me to do

The love you save today

may very well be your own.

An unemployed jester is nobody's fool

Parker's Mood

Bye Bye Black Bird

No one here can love or understand me,
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me,
Make my bed and light the light,
I'll be home late tonight,
Blackbird bye bye.

The greatest love of all

Everybody's searching for a hero
People need someone to look up to
I never found anyone who fulfilled my need
A lonely place to be
And so I learned to depend on me

I decided long ago
Never to walk in anyone's shadow
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I'll live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can't take away my dignity
Because...

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

that he didn't already have

Can't keep running away

He Hoo

He Hoo endeavors to become a hog farmer should not be surprised to find hog shit on his shoes from time to time.

Pure adrenaline

The Red Door

What did you do to me

Riding

Hands on the wheel

Stand

Disposable Society

Blinded by the light

So how come no one on either side has a problem with using high powered weapons to allow some disfortunate sombitches to die for their country.

But let the victorious participants, who could very well have been on the other side of victory, let off some steam by pissing on the resultant corpses and its an outrage unfit for man or beast.

Thank God

and greyhound you're gone

Delusional and internally inconsistent

Search for the new land

With my mind on my money

and my money on my mind

Laid back

I go to work

From this moment on

To serve with love?

What is how should you celebrate the Martin Luther King holiday

Why am I treated so bad

Happy birthday Doctor King

I've got rocks in my bed

Don't you want a man like me

Big City

OK one more

How do you know when the trains come?

This is the house that Jack built

I wanna get one thing straight here

Is anybody out there

Like Sonny

Up a step

You better look out

Nobody can be you but you

Feel so real

update
the internet po po's are on the prowl

Pardon me boy

Is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo

Lights up, engines full, weapons hot

Like a magic carpet ride