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That is oh so very nice that you agree but this is a song thread so is it too much trouble if you compose a song????? Thanks!!!!! |
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CHOO CHOO!!!!! There's a train comin!!!!! |
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I dunno but it sounds like we need to pick a time and meet you at the louisville motel 6 okay? |
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Well my morning is just miserable because I feel guilty on two accounts. First of all I realized I forgot to write a song for one of my very favorite people here Mr. Brockguy!!! The guilt!!! The guilt!!!!!! So I come to this thread and now the guilt is twofold cause no one else is writing songs and it's like i am interrupting and I'm in the way and going off topic and maybe everyone will get mad and hate me!!!!! Well I need to do something about this endless guilt before i become suicidal but in the meantime i need to pay homage to a really nice guy!!!!! Do you like Pink Floyd Brockguy because this is in the tune of Comfortably Numb which i think maybe I want played at my funeral but haven't quite decided yet because the only definite thing is i want to be buried with a picture of Powerscourt winning the Million (even though he really won it twice) and one of Ace standing around looking cute that i took at the BC!!!!! You have to imagine the echo and the Roger Waters scream and David Gilmour guitar solo, etc.
Brockguy... The Derby is tomorrow No one else here seems to care at all tell me who you like Curragh... Wish that I were there now having a Guinness with you Okay, a popsicle too Fallon... Glad he's riding Dylan Maybe we can play horsie and jock someday! There is no split, no banana No fudgsicle (TM ), my mouth is empty These thoughts are only coming through in waves My lips move but there's nothing to put in them When I wrote that thread i was listening to U2 and feeling blue Now people are posting stuff bout clams and tacos but i can't cause I'm not gay that is not how I am. Myyyyyyyyy tongue likes to swirl, I'm a popsicle girl. Okay just let me grab your (CENSORED) I'll make you moan "Aaaaaahhhhhhh" and when we're done we can Talk some about Ivan and Ace, Antonius Pius and George and Powerscourts last race. (repeat chorus) |
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Well now Rocky always accuses me of having to preface everything i say and here's the proof that it's not true!!! So i don't know what to do here because there are a few nice people who i like so much (yes you, and..... you!!!) who deserve songs but you know the moment has to be right kinda like sex or something and now i am having quite the dilema which i always thought was spelled dilemna but it's not. Or is it???
Anyway i was driving this morning and drinking coffee and blah blah blah all these people were talking on the good stations instead of playing songs so i turned to the crappy stations to see what they were playing. At a red light this one i turned to was playing Elton and I'm very sorry to say i cannot stand him but not cause he is gay since i don't really care what anyone does in their own bedroom. But this song which i don't know all the words to cause it's kind of old was Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and it reminded me of My Red Ball! So I stared singing Goodbye Bellamy Road and let me tell you the guys in the next car looked over at me and at each other and back at me so I floored it when the light changed!!! Don't worry, I came real close but swerved in time so no one was killed today anyway!!!!! So now even though i don't care for that song it's stuck in my head so here's my song and it's just for you, My Red Ball!!!!! Did I already say it's in the tune of that awful Goodbye Yellow Brick Road? i can't remember!!!!! Some balls are kinda small, golf balls and baseballs are white footballs are awkward and pointy and brownish kids balls are pretty and bright. I always wanted a red ball, I'd keep it all to myself one I can play with not signed by Babe Ruth and stuck in some glass all alone on a sheeeeeellllllffffff So kiss me, Bellamy Road and I'll tell you another tale about some dead guy in Russia whose life went kinda stale Playing all day and then playing again under the blankets, in bed All my old balls were blue, I been waiting for you so happy that you're reeeedddddd..... Outside the window the thunder gets really loud so we hide under the covers so we can keep playing horsie and jockey ride! Let's take a walk and get soaked Talk about movies and stuff or let's just say that it's popsicle day do you like it slow and calm or rooooouuuuuggggghhhhh????? (repeat chorus) ~ my miss storm cat |
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