You made the wrong motion
Drank the wrong potion
You lost that feeling
That's so appealing


The start of the best Stones album they never released right there (technically Big Enough was track one, but fuck it).


If he was from Venus
Would he feed us with a spoon
If he was from Mars, that'd be cool, babe

Gonna tell you a story

Bout a woman I know

Come to lovin

She steals the show

She ain't exactly pretty

Ain't exactly small

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You could say she got it alllllllllllllll

Edited August 14Aug 14 by Dennis Taylor

Used those lines to describe a few slump busters back in the way. Weeeelll, she wadnt exactly pretty. Or small.

Not sure if said but …

“I’ve got these lines on my face trying to straighten out the wrinkles in my life…”

who are you to wave your finger? you musta have been out your head

eyehole deep in muddy waters, you practically raised the dead

rob the grave to snow the cradle then burn the evidence down

soapbox house of cards and glass, don't go tossin' your stones around...

you must have been...hiiiigh

proud swagger out of the schoolyard
waiting for the world’s applause
rebel without a conscience
martyr without a cause

When I was a kid Uncle Remus'd put me to bed

With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head

Then Daddy came in to kiss his little man

With gin on his breath and a bible in his hand

He talked about honor and things I should know

Then he staggered a little as he went out the door

I'm going to tell the story of a famous person

 

Everybody knows her with the nickname Chona

NSAIP

He went to Paris looking for answers to questions that bothered him so

I was born a coal miner’s daughter

Ain’t found a way to kill me yet

Woke up quick at about noon

Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon

They put a parking lot on a piece of land

Where the supermarket used to stand

I go on and on

Can’t understand how I last so long

If I were alone in the desert

Without a drink of water around

White man came across the sea

He brought us pain and misery

I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds…

Mucho gusto, me llamo Bradley/I'm hornier than Ron Jeremy

18 hours ago, austingirl said:

Mucho gusto, me llamo Bradley/I'm hornier than Ron Jeremy

I listen to this album start to finish at least once a month, 30 fucking years later.

I didn’t know she had the GI Joe Kung-Fu grip..

15 hours ago, Ignatius said:

I listen to this album start to finish at least once a month, 30 fucking years later.

I didn’t know she had the GI Joe Kung-Fu grip..

It's a great album. And this is one of those songs where I have to drop everything and sing along when it comes on.

3:30 in the mornin'...not a soul in sight...

I may have already posted this but Visions of Johanna just played on The Coffee House so...

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?

Early one morning the sun was shining

I was lyin' in bed

wonderin' if she'd changed at all

if her hair was still red

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
With stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
Sit with elders of a gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed

I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke
When I'm gone, no one gets on, 'cause I won't let
Nobody press up, and mess up, the scene I set