little song quptes that are descriptive of thee.

Discussion in 'Entertainment' started by BlurOfSerenity, Jun 3, 2003.

  1. abooja

    abooja Well-Known Member

    Thanks, think I'll borrow a verse from that same song...
    Just change the boy to girl, the country to city and the long to (now) medium haired. :lloyd:
     
  2. AlphaTroll

    AlphaTroll New Member

    Garbage Not My Idea
    Joni Mitchell Blue
     
  3. SouthernN'Proud

    SouthernN'Proud Southern Discomfort

    As soon as this cast is off and I can type double digit wpm again, I have an entire song that pretty much sums me up. Lyrics not available online. I'll get back to it, I know yer all breathless.
     
  4. SouthernN'Proud

    SouthernN'Proud Southern Discomfort

    OK, so this an entire song...sue me.

    I've loved this for a long time, and it perfectly, in every way, sumarizes my thoughts when the first Mrs (aka The Beast) and I decided to habitate separate portions of the planet. And ironically enough, we were married for...six years. So. like, here it is and stuff.



    Six Years Gone
    as recorded by The Georgia Satellites


    It's been forever and a day since I felt like this
    Want a fifth of Wild Turkey and I wanna lip kiss
    And I don't miss that girl
    If I did I wouldn't let it show

    I might go to the moon
    Might wind up dead
    Wake up in morning in a stranger's bed
    Well I'm not concerned with any of that no more

    (chorus)

    Six years gone
    Water through my hands
    Well you can blame it on me
    Say I wasn't your kind of man


    Well I'm in no mood to fight
    No mood to bicker
    Sittin' in the back seat
    Drinkin' your liquor
    And everything tonight suits me just fine

    Well now that little girl beside me barely knows her name
    But she says she loves me just the same
    But I'm not about to say no when she offers me a ride

    Six years gone
    Water through my hands
    Well you can blame it on me
    Say I wasnt your kind of man

    Six years gone
    Water through my hands
    Well you can blame it on me
    Say I wasnt your kind of man
    Yeah blame it on me
    Say I wasnt your kind of man
     

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