BillD 239 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 The one that always tears me up is "The Pretender" by Jackson Browne I'm going to rent myself a house In the shade of the freeway I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning And go to work each day And when the evening rolls around I'll go on home and lay my body down And when the morning light comes streaming in I'll get up and do it again Amen Say it again Amen I want to know what became of the changes We waited for love to bring Were they only the fitful dreams Of some greater awakening I've been aware of the time going by They say in the end it's the wink of an eye And when the morning light comes streaming in You'll get up and do it again Amen Caught between the longing for love And the struggle for the legal tender Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring And the junk man pounds his fender Where the veterans dream of the fight Fast asleep at the traffic light And the children solemnly wait For the ice cream vendor Out into the cool of the evening Strolls the Pretender He knows that all his hopes and dreams Begin and end there Ah the laughter of the lovers As they run through the night Leaving nothing for the others But to choose off and fight And tear at the world with all their might While the ships bearing their dreams Sail out of sight I'm going to find myself a girl Who can show me what laughter means And we'll fill in the missing colors In each other's paint-by-number dreams And then we'll put out dark glasses on And we'll make love until our strength is gone And when the morning light comes streaming in We'll get up and do it again Get it up again I'm going to be a happy idiot And struggle for the legal tender Where the ads take aim and lay their claim To the heart and the soul of the spender And believe in whatever may lie In those things that money can buy Thought true love could have been a contender Are you there? Say a prayer for the Pretender Who started out so young and strong Only to surrender Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
weitrhino 1,440 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 I've never been a lyrics or vocals kind of listener preferring to hear great instrumentation, music construction, tonality, etc. I like the drama in music far more than any "message" the musician may be intending. That said, I've been listening to a lot of Freak Kitchen lately. (my gawd they are good! ) One of the tunes that instantly caught my attention is one called . I'm also impressed how IA's impossible guitar solo plays into the lyrics as if delivering the focus of the message. Stunning musicianship and creativity. That junkie logic is bound to fail We've heard it all before You defend yourself with tooth and nail But never fight the downward spiral war Here we go again (chorus) When everything is said and everything is done One could always suck the barrel of a gun Get your shit together, beat that rotten past There's no way your starving soul would ever last (another) Heroin Breakfast Every time you're getting back on track And at least feel semi-well You take a colorful little something With side effects from Hell Hell! Here we go again (chorus) When everything is said and everything is done One could always suck the barrel of a gun Get your shit together, beat that rotten past There's no way your starving soul would ever last (another) Heroin Breakfast (chorus repeat) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zumbini 6,143 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 I agree with Rodney. I was always more into the music as opposed to the lyrics. One major exception was Steely Dan. They really knew how to turn a phase. (Anybody that names their band after a strap-on dildo and get's away with it is OK in my book!) KID CHARLEMAGNE While the music played you worked by candlelight Those San Francisco nights You were the best in town Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl You turned it on the world That's when you turned the world around Did you feel like Jesus Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene But yours was kitchen clean Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home Every A-Frame had your number on the wall You must have had it all You'd go to L.A. on a dare And you'd go it alone Could you live forever Could you see the day Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away CHORUS: Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne Get along Kid Charlemagne Now your patrons have all left you in the red Your low rent friends are dead This life can be very strange All those dayglow freaks who used to paint the face They've joined the human race Some things will never change Son you were mistaken You are obsolete Look at all the white men on the street CHORUS Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail Those test tubes and the scale Just get them all out of here Is there gas in the car Yes, there's gas in the car I think the people down the hall Know who you are Careful what you carry 'Cause the man is wise You are still an outlaw in their eyes CHORUS Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RichP714 3,158 Posted February 15, 2011 Author Share Posted February 15, 2011 From Oingo Boingo "New Generation" NOTE: with sonic Hologrphay the follwoing lyrics are whispered into your ear (if set-up correctly) From the man whose voice sounds reassuring Completely firm and so alluring, Like's he's lived a thousand times before And seen the world from shore to shore With the calmness and tranquility that oozes credibility With the wisdom and the confidence that seem to scream out common sense And it makes you feel just like a babe Daddy holding you tight and safe Hush babe everything's all right, Daddy's gonna stay with you tonight Now he's got you by the balls, he can sell you anything at all From morality to diamond rings to genocide to magazines From religion to cosmology to the end of a democracy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PDR 1,192 Posted February 15, 2011 Share Posted February 15, 2011 A little PDR history for you.......sorry to bore you. Like a lot of you here I grew up in the seventies, that was a different time for music, there didnt seem to be all the lines drawn in the sand back then, at least not where I grew up in northern Canada. It was ok to listen to a lot of different types of music.....I remember listening to Waylon Jennings. the Tubes and Pink Floyd all on the same ride home from work. The exceptions were disco and country.....those were a no no. The biggest shock probably came from watching Elvis Costello in 1977......he was backed by a band called the Bare naked Ladies....not the band your thinking of.....punk was surreal back then for me. I was involved with a band ...a garage rock band that had a bit of success with a competition that was held on the local rock radio station. They took submissions from local bands, picked the ten best, and they cut an album. We were lucky......ours was the most popular and we received quite a bit of air play.....another song was recorded.....and that also recieved airplay. That was the best 6 months of my youth. So what was my role in the band?.....not what you would of expected.....I was the song writer. I play many instruments.....unfortunatly they are more suited to classical than to a rock band. But I started writing lyrics and playing guitar when I was about 13 yrs old.....it has always been a passion of mine....and though for many yrs now I havnt put a song to paper, I always considered myself a better song writer than a musician. So heres the weird thing...I also dont pay much attention to lyrics in music.....I never did. It was always the music itself that caught my attention.....there are a few exceptions. This one will date me......Neil Youngs "Old Man"......I always thought this was one of the most beautifully written songs...the guitar playing is so uncomplicated......yet fit the words so well....I always thought this song to be a masterpiece. I was lucky as my first wife bought me tickets to see Neil and Crazyhorse perform.....one week after my 24th birthday......I remember the crowd rocking back and forth to that tune.....amazing.... So for what its worth.....this is one of my favs in the lyrics dept. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TNRabbit 370 Posted February 15, 2011 Share Posted February 15, 2011 Quote A little PDR history for you............Neil Youngs "Old Man"......I always thought this was one of the most beautifully written songs...the guitar playing is so uncomplicated......yet fit the words so well....I always thought this song to be a masterpiece. I was lucky as my first wife bought me tickets to see Neil and Crazyhorse perform.....one week after my 24th birthday......I remember the crowd rocking back and forth to that tune.....amazing.... So for what its worth.....this is one of my favs in the lyrics dept. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PDR 1,192 Posted February 15, 2011 Share Posted February 15, 2011 Thanks Gary.......I did enjoy that... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtexasdog 2,392 Posted February 16, 2011 Share Posted February 16, 2011 Me thanks too Got out my guitar and played along. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TNRabbit 370 Posted February 16, 2011 Share Posted February 16, 2011 Weird Al Yankovic Jerry Springer (Parody Of "One Week" By BareNaked Ladies) Songwriters: Alfred Yankovic,Matthew Robertson It's been one week since we got to see Cheatin' lovers and cousins that marry Five days since they had the show With the hermaphrodite, the slut, and the crack ho Three days since we heard the tale About the guy who learned his woman was a she-male Yesterday it occurred to me That I've been watchin' a bit too much Jerry Springer Holy cow, d'you see it last week? Well, they had this one freak Who sucker-punched his whole family Do you recall when the brawl Became a total free-for-all And Jerry's in the middle tryin' to be the referee Hey, see the stripper with the implants She likes to lap dance And date the boyfriend of her mother Now here come's Jerry's next guest And it's a slugfest 'Cause it's her trailer trash brother Nymphomaniac is back on crack It's like "When Animals Attack" They all exhibit reprehensible behavior Hit 'em in the nose, tear off their clothes Step on their toes, that's how it goes They get so violent they have to sign a waiver They're always swearin', cursin', kickin' butt, and pointin' blame On the air? They don't care, they've got no shame There was one guy who I'm sure felt a little strange When he found out that his wife had a sex change They have a tendency to scream and yell constantly They have a history of ripping off their shirts It's been one week since they had the fight With the Siamese twins and the transvestite Five days since that awful brawl They still haven't got the blood off the wall It's been three days since the bitter fued Between the KKK and that gay Jewish black dude Yesterday, finally dawned on me I'm spendin' way too much time on that Jerry Springer Guy Guest : Baby, I've been sleepin' with your sister Gal Guest : Oh? Well, which one? Guy Guest : All of them Gal Guest : Oh! Well, I've been sleepin' with your best friend Jake! Guy Guest : Yah? Well, well me too! Gal Guest : Oh! Guy Guest : And I've sleepin' with your dog Woofie! (barking) Gal Guest : Woofie, you b-tch! Gal Guest : Well, I'm also sleepin' with your pet goat! (baaahhing) Guy Guest : That goat doesn't love you! Once you start watchin', there's just no stoppin' Your brain shuts down, then your IQ's droppin' Jerry's the king of confrontation He's a sensation He puts the 'sin' in syndication It's totally worthless, like a bad check It's like a train wreck Don't wanna stare but you can't look away Like Sally Jesse he does talk shows But with more weirdos The ratings jumpin' higher everyday If you've seen the show, well then you know It's just as low as you can go The guests are tacky and they're lacking in their hygiene And pretty soon some ugly goon Comes in the room and then it's BOOM In the face of some unsuspecting drag queen Well it's the kind of show where people scream obscenities Yankin' hair, throwin' chairs at their hubbies "Jerry! Jerry!" Now the crowd starts their favorite chant Should I turn off my TV? I just can't I have a tendency to watch it religiously I have a history of taping each one It's been one week since the show about Psycho killers with problems they should work out Five days since the big surprise When some loser's wife said she's still dating twenty guys Three days since he interviewed A bunch of psychic porn star midgets who were all nude Yesterday, it occurred to me That I've been watchin' a bit too much Jerry Springer Tired of wastin' my time on that Jerry Springer I've got way too much class to watch Jerry Springer Come over here and pull on my finger Jerry Springer is the fifth (5th) song on the "Running With Scissors" album. It is a parody of "One Week" by Barenaked Ladies with original lyrics by "Weird Al" Yankovic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
weitrhino 1,440 Posted February 16, 2011 Share Posted February 16, 2011 Of course, the Beatles said it all with Piggies, indicting corporations and governments all at the same time. Have you seen the little piggies Crawling in the dirt And for all the little piggies Life is getting worse Always having dirt to play around in. Have you seen the bigger piggies In their starched white shirts You will find the bigger piggies Stirring up the dirt Always have clean shirts to play around in. In their sties with all their backing They don't care what goes on around In their eyes there's something lacking What they need's a damn good whacking. Everywhere there's lots of piggies Living piggy lives You can see them out for dinner With their piggy wives Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon. *"one more time" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Daddyjt 8,747 Posted March 23, 2013 Share Posted March 23, 2013 Cat's In The Cradle, by Harry Chapin- So eloquint and yet so simple. Really makes me slow down and spend time with my kids. My child arrived just the other dayHe came to the world in the usual wayBut there were planes to catch and bills to payHe learned to walk while I was awayAnd he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grewHe'd say "I'm gonna be like you dadYou know I'm gonna be like you"And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoonLittle boy blue and the man on the moonWhen you comin' home dad?I don't know when, but we'll get together then sonYou know we'll have a good time thenMy son turned ten just the other dayHe said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's playCan you teach me to throw", I said "Not todayI got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"And he walked away but his smile never dimmedAnd said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeahYou know I'm gonna be like him"And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoonLittle boy blue and the man on the moonWhen you comin' home son?I don't know when, but we'll get together then sonYou know we'll have a good time thenWell, he came home from college just the other daySo much like a man I just had to say"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"He shook his head and said with a smile"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keysSee you later, can I have them please?"And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoonLittle boy blue and the man on the moonWhen you comin' home son?I don't know when, but we'll get together then sonYou know we'll have a good time thenI've long since retired, my son's moved awayI called him up just the other dayI said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the timeYou see my new job's a hassle and kids have the fluBut it's sure nice talking to you, DadIt's been sure nice talking to you"And as I hung up the phone it occurred to meHe'd grown up just like meMy boy was just like meAnd the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoonLittle boy blue and the man on the moonWhen you comin' home son?I don't know when, but we'll get together then sonYou know we'll have a good time then 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
B-Man 4,767 Posted May 1, 2013 Share Posted May 1, 2013 Queensrÿche - Another Rainy Night (Without You) Don't slam the door, on your way out.Don't leave without saying goodbye.Another long distance night alone,you leave me wanting, always leave me wanting more. Last word today, you coming home to stay?Wouldn't that be nice, for a while? But now my take-out food is growing cold.And the candle's burned a hole in the floor.And I'm still waiting for the ring of the phone. I'm all alone,It's just another rainy night, without you.Guess I'll leave a light on for you.It's just another rainy night, without you. Listen. There's a foghorn blowing,from the coast tonight.Remember making love in the rain?Strange how laughter looks like crying with no sound.Raindrops taste like tears, without the pain.I'm not much without you, I can't leave if I wanted to. Maybe that's why you stay around ? But tonight I'll sit here tending the fire,and pace the floor one hundred times in an hour.And check the voice-mail for a message you've called. I'm all alone.It's just another rainy night, without you.Waiting by the phone, all alone.It's just another rainy night, without you.Guess I'll leave a light on for you. I know I've said it before,I hate the sound of the closing doorand your footsteps walking away.(solo) But now my take-out food is growing cold.And the candle's burned a hole in the floor.And I'm still waiting for the ring of the phone. I'm all alone,It's just another rainy night, without you.Waiting by the phone, all alone.And it's another rainy night, without you.Guess I'll leave a light on for you.It's just another rainy night, another rainy night,another rainy night without you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gene C 1,745 Posted May 1, 2013 Share Posted May 1, 2013 John Lennon "Imagine" Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace... You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world... You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Schurkey 138 Posted May 2, 2013 Share Posted May 2, 2013 Sammy Hagar: I can't drive...Fifty Five. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ratamahatta 425 Posted May 2, 2013 Share Posted May 2, 2013 There is no pain like that of desireIs there no difference between women and fire?One burns the spirit, the other the fleshIs sex worth the price of certain death? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gene C 1,745 Posted August 8, 2013 Share Posted August 8, 2013 "Comfortably Numb" Hello, Is there anybody in there Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home Come on now I hear you're feeling down I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb O.K. Just a little pin prick There'll be no more aaaaaaaah! But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good That'll keep you going through the show Come on it's time to go. There is no pain you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone And I have become Comfortably numb. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Retriever 1,093 Posted August 8, 2013 Share Posted August 8, 2013 Eagles Get Over It Like find your inner child and kick it's little ass! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PDR 1,192 Posted August 9, 2013 Share Posted August 9, 2013 The Lemon song.......Zep I use to drive my parents crazy with that song......I still use it to do the same to my wife. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gene C 1,745 Posted August 9, 2013 Share Posted August 9, 2013 Quote The Lemon song.......Zep I use to drive my parents crazy with that song......I still use it to do the same to my wife. LOL! Said, people worry I can't keep you satisfied. Let me tell you baby, you ain't nothin but a two-bit, no-good jive. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcl 3,232 Posted August 10, 2013 Share Posted August 10, 2013 Capt. Beefheart' wrecked my teenage mind: Old Fart At Play Pappy with the Khaki sweatband Bowed goat potbellied barnyard that only he noticed The old fart was smart The old gold cloth madonna Dancin' t' the fiddle 'n saw He ran down behind the knoll 'n slipped on his wooden fishhead The mouth worked 'n snapped all the bees Back t' the bungalow Momma was flatten'n lard With her red enamel rollin' pin When the fishhead broke the window Rubber eye erect 'n precisely detailed Airholes from which breath should come Is now closely fit With the chatter of the old fart inside An assortment of observations took place Momma licked 'er lips like uh cat Pecked the ground like uh rooster Pivoted like uh duck Her stockings down caught dust 'n doughballs She cracked 'er mouth glaze caught one eyelash Rubbed 'er hands on 'er gorgeous gingham Her hand grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork Open t' the room uh smell cold mixed with bologna Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets Fat goose legs 'n special jellies Ignited by the warmth of the room The old fart smelled this thru his important breather holes Cleverly he dialed from within from the outside we observed That the nose of the wooden mask Where the holes had just been uh moment ago Was now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged in With the very intricate rainbow trout replica The old fart inside was now breathin' freely From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed; watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xavionics 1,623 Posted August 11, 2013 Share Posted August 11, 2013 This little nugget was hidden in the back of the 'Songs From The Daily Planet' CD Talkin' Seattle Grunge Rock BluesSongwriters: TODD SNIDER (chorus) hey, hey, my, myrock and roll will never diehang your hair down in your eyeyou'll make a million dollarswell i was in this band goin' nowhere fastwe sent out demos but everybody passedso one day we finally took the plungemoved out to seattle to play some grungewashington state that isspace needleeddie veddermudhoneynow to fit in fast we wear flannel shirtswe turn our amps up until it hurtswe've got bad attitudes and what's morewhen we play we stare straight down at the floorwoweepretty scaryhow pensivehow totally alternativenow to fit in on the seattle sceneyou've gotta do somethin' they ain't never seenso thinkin' up a gimmick one daywe decided to be the only band that wouldn't play a noteunder any circumstancessilencemusic's original alternativeroot's grungewell we spread the word through the undergroundthat we were the hottest new thing in townthe record guy came out to see us one dayand just like always we didn't playit knocked him outhe said he loved our workhe said he loved our work but he wasn't sure if he could sell a recordwith nothing on iti said tell 'em we're from seattlehe advanced us two and a half million dollars(chorus)well they made us do a video but that wasn't tough'cuz we just filmed ourselves smashin' stuffit was kinda weird 'cuz there was no musicbut mtv said they'd love to use itthe kids went wild, the kids went nutsrolling stone gave us a five-star review said we played with gutswe're scorin' chicks, takin' drugsthen we got asked to play mtv unpluggedyou should have seen itwe went right out there and refused to do acoustical versions of theelectrical songs we had refused to record in the first placethen we smashed our shitwell we blew 'em away at the grammy's showby refusing to play and refusing to goand then just when we thought fame would last foreveralong come this band that wasn't even togethernow that's alternativenow that's alternative to alternativei feel stupidand contagiouswell our band got dropped and that ain't funny'cuz we're all hooked on drugs but we're outta moneyso the other day i called up the bandi said boys i've taken all i canshave off your goateespack the vanwe're goin' back to athens Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gene C 1,745 Posted August 11, 2013 Share Posted August 11, 2013 Band On The Run Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever, Never seeing no one nice again like you, Mama you, mama you. If I ever get out of here, Thought of giving it all away To a registered charity. All I need is a pint a day If I ever get out of here. Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun, And the first one said to the second one there I hope you're having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh seeing no one else had come, And a bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam, were searching every one For the band on the run, band on the run,band on the run, band on the run Well, the night was falling as the desert world began to settle down. In the town they're searching for us every where, but we never w I'll be found. Band on the run, band on the run And the county judge, who held a grudge Will search for evermore For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RonW. 41 Posted August 12, 2013 Share Posted August 12, 2013 Skynyrd's: Whiskey bottles, brand new car Oak tree in my way.... Classic! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BluesMan57 1,331 Posted August 12, 2013 Share Posted August 12, 2013 Muddy Waters - Champagne And Reefer Yeah bring me champagne when I'm thirsty. Bring me reefer when I want to get high. Yeah bring me champagne when I'm thirsty. Bring me reefer when I want to get high. Well you know when I'm lonely Bring my woman set her right down here by my side. Well you know there should be no law on people that want to smoke a little dope. Well you know there should be no law on people that want to smoke a little dope. Well you know it's good for your head And it relax your body don't you know. Everytime I get high I lay my head down on my baby's breast. Well you know I lay down be quiet Tryin' to take my rest. Well you know she done hug and kiss me Says Muddy your one man that I love the best. I'm gonna get high Gonna get high just as sure as you know my name. Y'know I'm gonna get so high this morning It's going to be a cryin' shame. Well you know I'm gonna stick with my reefer Ain't gonna be messin' round with no cocaine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xavionics 1,623 Posted August 13, 2013 Share Posted August 13, 2013 Jimmy Buffett A Pirate Looks at Forty Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call, Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall. You've seen it all, You've seen it all. Watched the men who rode you, Switch from sails to steam. And in your belly you hold the treasure That few have ever seen, Most of them dreams, Most of them dreams. Yes, I am a pirate Two hundred years too late. The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over forty victim of fate; arriving too late Arriving too late. I've done a bit of smugglin' I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, But I pissed it away so fast, Never meant to last, Never meant to last. I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks, but I've got to stop wishin', got to go fishin' I'm down to rock bottom again. Just a few friends, Just a few friends. I go for younger women, Lived with several awhile, And though I ran away, They'll come back one day. And still I can manage a smile It just takes awhile, just takes awhile. Mother mother ocean, after all these years I've found My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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