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06-02-2007, 10:40 PM #51
- Join Date
- Jan 2007
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- Lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy
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Thanked: 16Feelin Groovy
Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.
Ba da, Ba da, Ba da, Ba da...Feelin' Groovy.
Hello lamp-post,
What cha knowin'?
I've come to watch your flowers growin'.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo,
Feelin' groovy.
I've got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.
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06-02-2007, 11:54 PM #52
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06-03-2007, 01:32 AM #53
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06-03-2007, 05:26 AM #54
Hey Lou,
I agree, you are one funny man!! Maybe you and justin ought to have a little friendly competition, a laugh off if you will, to see who the king of SRP comedy is!
I bet we'd all die laughing!!
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06-03-2007, 06:02 AM #55
Believe me I can't compete with Lou (besides I can't be funny if I try to be) --- it must be something about the written word because in real life I'm usually the least funniest around (unless I spit out some unintentional dry humor) --- you guys are just too nice.
Justin (but Mark if you think I'm funny, then I'm glad to make you laugh)
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06-03-2007, 07:20 AM #56
This may sum it up for many. Not so much the video as the lyrics. I could not find anything by the original Irish Rovers, but the lyrics speak volumes. The video is just, uh, entertaining...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7OBaqEJM-s
RT
06-03-2007, 05:48 PM
#57
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets
Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stocktons Wing
Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of The Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything
To go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
We swore wed live forever on the backstreets we take it together
Endless juke joints and Valentino Drag
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the street dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness some hurt bad some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us blame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me Terry it dont matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight there was nothing left to say
But I hated him and I hated you when you went away
Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, wed go see
Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time to find were just like all the rest
Stranded in The Park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end
Last edited by xman; 06-03-2007 at 09:59 PM.