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o Realist o |
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~ ~ the only people to get even with are those who have been kind to you ~ ~ |
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elliegal |
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She must have been! Hey, remember the Harry Nilsson song You're Breakin' My Heart?
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o Realist o |
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Yep - remember it - mediocre. Must appeal to you, tho, since you mentioned it out of all. Personally, I go for "Let the Good Times Roll"
~ ~ the only people to get even with are those who have been kind to you ~ ~ |
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Damon |
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No comment. Now you have the words spinning around in my head and I have not heard them for more than half a century.
And little lambs eat ivy .... !!! aaaagrrrhhh Damon
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04/05/08 04:20 PM.
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elliegal |
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Realist wrote: Nah, I just suddenly remembered it. We weren't allowed to listen to that at my house because of the language, that's what I remember about it. |
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o Realist o |
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loosey-goosey household where i grew up
~ ~ the only people to get even with are those who have been kind to you ~ ~ |
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leftwingnut |
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Damon wrote: Me, too...
To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.-Theodore Roosevelt, The Kansas City Star, May 7, 1918 |
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brainfix |
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Good old dad would be 98 years old next Thursday. His ashes were scattered in Gloucester Harbor years ago.
I can still hear his resonating voice, "and little lambs eat ivy!" OK Dad, enough with the lambs and the ivy.
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04/05/08 09:08 PM.
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elliegal |
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So that's where you get that voice from.
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Marie Laveau |
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My mum taught us that song too! I can hear it loud and clear, and now that I've seen this thread, it will be spinning around in my head all day! A Kiddle
Kivy Koo, Wouldn't You?
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vodka rocks |
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My dad used to sing that song to us all the time and we just loved it for all it's nonsensical words. Another song that I loved him singing to me was,
I love you a bushel and peck A bushel and peck and a hug around the neck A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap A barrel and a heap and I'm talking in my sleep About you, about you |
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o Realist o |
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I love this -
Again, my Mum sang that one too! And I used to sing it to my kids, when they were wee ones, before they went to sleep. I'd change the last couple of lines to a "and I love "name" etc. You can fool some of the people all of the time,
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elliegal |
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Guys and Dolls is my all time favorite! All of the songs are memorable
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o Realist o |
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Now they're all coming back and flooding my head -
The Dad next door would take all the kids in the neighborhood camping one weekend each summer - we'd sing our way to N.H. With this one: This old man, he played one He played knick-knack on my thumb With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home This old man, he played two He played knick-knack on my shoe With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home This old man, he played three He played knick-knack on my knee With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home etc...etc. and, this one: One-hundred bottles of beer on the wall, One-hundred bottles of beer! Take one down, Pass it around, Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall! Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, Ninety-nine bottles of beer! Take one down, Pass it around, Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall! Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall, Ninety-eight bottles of beer! Take one down, Pass it around, Ninety-seven bottles of beer on the wall! etc...etc. and, this one: Zip a dee doo-dah, zip a dee ay
You can fool some of the people all of the time,
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star squiggle |
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my Nana sang this one to me
pony pony, pony boy, won't you be my pony boy don't say no here we go ride across the plains marry me, carry me ride away with you giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, giddy up.. whooooa my pony boy
I'd rather laugh with
the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun... |
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