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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: I May Be Goin To Hell In a Bucket. But Atleast I'm Enjoying The Ride. | ||||
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| GonzoStyle | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 3:16 AM |    | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70  | Figured since my new sig quote is from this song and i kinda been feeling like my sig quote, i should post the song. Hell In A Bucket Grateful Dead Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her Seemed like the least I could do. Cause when he's chargin' his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls You will think I am dressed up quite proper Never mind how I stumble and fall. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. Cause you're a sweet little softcore pretender Somehow, babe, it got as hot as it gets With her black leather and gold spike suspenders And your chain, your black whip and pets. Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the infamous Catherine the Great And we know how you love the ovation And the scene that it seems to create. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. You analyze me, tend to despise me You laugh when I stumble and fall There may come a say when I'll dance on your grave Unable to dance I'll still crawl across it Unable to dance I'll still crawl Unable to dance I'll still crawl Unable to dance I'll crawl. You must really consider the circus It just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you. And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely Cause I wouldn't know where to begin Well I know you wake up here only When the snakes come marching in. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. Ride, ride, ride Ride, ride, ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'll enjoy the ride. At least I'll enjoy the ride. At least I'll enjoy the ride.   You analyze me, tend to despise me You laugh when I stumble and fall There may come a say when I'll dance on your grave I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride. She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 3:23 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Highway to Hell - AC/DC Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell (Don't stop me) And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell  | ||||
| mckinks | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 11:11 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | I was trailed by twenty hounds Didn't get to sleep that night Till the morning came around I set out running but I take my time A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I might get some sleep tonight I ran into the Devil, babe He loaned me twenty bills I spent that night in Utah In a cave up in the hills I set out running but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I might get some sleep tonight I ran down to the levee But the Devil caught me there He took my twenty dollar bill And he vanished in the air I set out running but I take my time A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I might get some sleep tonight Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night First one's named sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight Second one is prison, baby the sheriff's on my trail If he catches up with me I'll spend my life in jail Got a wife in Chino, babe And one in Cherokee First one says she's got my child But it don't look like me I set out running but I take my time A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I might get some sleep tonight Pssst GS It's -There may come a day when I'll dance on your grave. Don't defile Dead lyrics.;-)  "Some folks trust to reason others trust to might, I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right." This message was edited by mckinks on 7-22-01 @ 11:31 AM | ||||
| Kwyjibo | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 1:00 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Well, I couldn't think of another Dead devil song, but I thought I would stick with the religon theme. Saint Stephen with a rose In and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain Stephen prosper in his time Well he may and he may decline Did it matter? does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how Wishing well with a golden bell Bucket hanging clear to hell Hell halfway twixt now and then Stephen fill it up and lower down And lower down again Lady finger dipped in moonlight Writing `what for?' across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned Several seasons with their treasons Wrap the babe in scarlet covers call it your own Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills One man gathers what another man spills Saint Stephen will remain All he's lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and the foam Been here so long he's got to calling it home Fortune comes a crawlin, Calliope woman Spinning that curious sense of your own Can you answer? Yes I can, but what would be the answer to the answer man? High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops around the twining shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the sun Underfoot the ground is patched with climbing arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the breeze Wonder who will water all the children of the garden when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky... William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before I have no patience for stupid people!!  Proud graduate of the Brokenjaw school for newbies Thanks to Sephiroth for the sigpic | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 1:04 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | quote: pssst blame the lyrics site i copied it from sorry won't happen again, sheep. You analyze me, tend to despise me You laugh when I stumble and fall There may come a say when I'll dance on your grave I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride. She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| NJDude | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 5:19 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00 | Look out of any window any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky - What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you - What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you're sleeping? Well please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear through to another day I know it's been seen before through other eyes on other days while going home -- What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do to do for you to see you through A a box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through Just a box of rain - wind and water - Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on Sun and shower - Wind and rain - in and out the window like a moth before a flame It's just a box of rain I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare But it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair Such a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there  E-Mail Me | ||||
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