little song quptes that are descriptive of thee.

[abooja]

"Kinda like my ol' blue tick hound
I like to lay around in the shade.
An' I ain't got no money,
But I damn sure got it made..."

Thanks, think I'll borrow a verse from that same song...

'Cos I ain't askin' nobody for nothin',
If I can't get it on my own.
If you don't like the way I'm livin',
You just leave this long haired country boy alone.

From Long Haired Country Boy by the Charlie Daniels Band

Just change the boy to girl, the country to city and the long to (now) medium haired.

 

[AlphaTroll]

Garbage Not My Idea

I bit my tongue and stood in line
With not much to believe in
I bought into what I was sold
And ended up with nothing

This is not my idea of a good time
This is not my idea of a good time
This is not my idea of a good time
This is not my idea

Joni Mitchell Blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

 

[SouthernN'Proud]

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.

 

[SouthernN'Proud]

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