I'm going to become a hermit... - and learn to play the banjo

Weird NJ · 01-07-2003, 06:28 PM

So watermelons then? Wait where's my wacky horn.. oh forget it. :crackhead:

Hey Ladi · 01-07-2003, 06:28 PM

should we march?

kindred · 01-07-2003, 06:32 PM

It's too foggy to march around here... Everyone would get run down by the end of the march!

Hey wait...maybe that's not such a bad thing.... :-p

IrishAlkey · 01-07-2003, 10:55 PM

I pissed on that moss tree.

Danked · 01-07-2003, 11:11 PM

100% all natural.

IrishAlkey · 01-07-2003, 11:55 PM

Thank you!

kindred · 01-07-2003, 11:59 PM

You're welcome.

Danked · 01-08-2003, 01:08 AM

No.... thank you.

Hey Ladi · 01-08-2003, 01:58 AM

oh it's so nice in here

Danked · 01-08-2003, 02:08 AM

< / 3

I never should have left. :-(

Hey Ladi · 01-08-2003, 02:52 AM

where did you go

wait, i'm back from the pit, I get it now

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Danked · 01-08-2003, 03:22 AM

And scene....

:bows:

Danked · 01-22-2003, 03:13 AM

Ah... to be away from it all once again.

Hybrid · 01-22-2003, 03:18 AM

hi

FNMoron · 01-23-2003, 03:43 AM

so, Danked... how's the Banjo lesson's coming along??? :lol:

Hey Ladi · 02-28-2003, 03:26 AM

Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was filled with men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again

And when the papers all were signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands end bowed their heeds
And grateful prayers were prayed
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing round and round
And guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground

Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war

Hey Ladi · 02-28-2003, 10:21 PM

The Boxer
(Print the Lyrics)

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises, all lies and jest,
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I's no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared, laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places only they would know.

Li la li...

Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

La la la...

(Instrumental bridge)

Li la li...

And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
goin' home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me,
goin' home.

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains.

Li la li...