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#68983 05/13/02 10:00 AM
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Well I lived on the outskirts of town
In an eight room farmhouse, baby
When my brothers and friends were around
There was always somethin' doin'
Had me a couple of real nice girlfriends
Stopped by to see me every once in a while
When I think back about those days
All I can do is sit and smile

That's when a sport was a sport
And groovin' was groovin'
And dancin' meant everything
We were young and we were improvin'
Laughin', laughin' with our friends
Holdin' hands meant somethin', baby
Outside the club"Cherry Bomb"
Our hearts were really thumpin'
Say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah

The winter days they last forever
But the weekends went by so quick
Went ridin' around this little country town
We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks
One night, me with my big mouth
A couple guys had to put me in my place
When I see those guys these days
We just laugh and say do you remember when

Chorus

Say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah

Seventeen has turned thirty-five
I'm surprised that we're still livin'
If we've done any wrong
I hope that we're forgiven
Got a few kids of my own
And some days I still don't know what to do
I hope that they're not laughing too loud
When they hear me talkin'
Like this to you

Chorus

Cherry Bomb - John Mellencamp


#68984 05/13/02 10:12 AM
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Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys and the car and the home
But her friends were really his friends
No one stops by to see her much any more
So one night, she goes back down to
The old haunts
That once upon a time were her own
She didn't know nobody out there no
More
And the whole experience just made her
Feel so old
She says

I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that
Don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life
I want to live the real life

Jackson Jackson was a good kid
He had four years of college
And a bachelors degree
Started workin, when he was 21
Got fed up and quit
When he was 43
He said, "My whole life
I've done, what I was supposed to do
Now I'd like to maybe do something
For myself
And just as soon, I figure out what
That is
You can bet your life
I'm gonna give it hell"
He says

I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that
Don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life
I want to live the real life

I guess, it don't matter, how old you
Are
Or how old one lives to be
I guess, it boils down to what we did
With our lives
And how we deal with our own
Destinies
But something happens
when you reach a certain age
Particularly to those ones, that are
Young at heart
It's a lonely proposition when you
Realize
That there's less days in front of the
Horse
Than riding in the back of this cart
I say

I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that
Don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life
I want to live the real life.

The Real Life - John Mellencamp
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Your mom was 17 when it started to get mean
by Mulholland Drive.
Now you're 22, there's nothin you wouldn't do
to keep your soul alive.

Topanga Canyon Freaks
Steve Wynn and the Miracle 3

bonus points for lyrics that include a movie title!


#68986 05/13/02 09:47 PM
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For Mother's Day, I offer this, for those who selflessly gave up children, so that they could have a better life.

She gets in her car, October Friday night,
Home from work, down 31, past Franklin High,
She can see the stadium lights,
She can hear the band.
A thousand crazy high school kids,
Screaming in the stands.
Quarterback and Homecoming Queen,
Love too young to know what it means.
She goes back in time, oh, in her mind,
It's like a dream.

He would be sixteen,
The son she never knew.
It hurt so much to give him up:
But what else could she do?
He would be sixteen.

A child should have a home,
She knows her folks were right.
She never heard the couple's name,
Just that they were nice.
She wonders if he's taller than his father was.
Does he drive a car by now, has he been in love?
She shakes back to reality,
She knows things turn out the way they should be.
But she just can't help but ask herself,
Does he know about me?

He would be sixteen,
The son she never knew.
It hurt so much to give him up:
But what else could she do?
He would be sixteen.

She never even got to hold him,
And nights like this.
It hurts to miss,
The son she's never seen.
He would be sixteen.

He would be sixteen.

"He Would Be Sixteen"
~~Michelle Wright



#68987 05/23/02 10:02 AM
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Right - I don't notice much chronological order here, so I'm going to jump in with the last verse of a previously mentioned song, since it's a way-cool song and Harry should get some more air-play...

Well I traveled far and I traveled wide
And I don't even have me self a bride
All the great men upon this earth
Have confused me since my birth
I've been over land and been over sea
Trying to find answer 'bout the bird and bee
But now that I am ninety three
I don't give a darn you see

If the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
And the famous grandy scratch scratch.

Man piaba, Harry Belafonte
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The connection? Uh, I think Ben E King sez "LIED" ninty-three times in this song.
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Don't play that song for me
It brings back memories of days that I once knew
The days that I spent with you
oh no, don't let it play
It fills my heart with pain
Please stop it right away
I remember just-a what it said

It said:
"Darling, I love you"
_______________You know that you lied.
"Darling, I love you"
_______________You know that you lied.
"Darling, I love you"
_______________You know that you lied.

You lied, you lied, you Lied, Lied, Lied, lied.

Remember on our first date
You kissed me and you walked away
You were only seventeen
I never thought you'd act so mean
But baby you told me you loved me
You told me you cared
you said, "I'll go with you darling -
almost anywhere
"

But darling, you know that you lied.
You know that you lied.
You know that you lied,
lied, lied, lied, lied, lied, lied.

Darling I love you (You lied) - Ben E. King



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Claiming my previous dibs on 47. Ruth (purple) and Frederic (green) speaking, then singing, in The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert & Sullivan:

Ruth, you are considerably older than I. A lad of twenty-one usually looks for a wife of seventeen. A wife of seventeen! You will find me a wife of a thousand! No, but I shall find you a wife of forty-seven, and that is quite enough.
... (later) ...
You told me you were fair as gold! / And, master, am I not so?
And now I see you're plain and old. / I'm sure I'm not a jot so.
Upon my innocence you play. / I'm not the one to plot so.
Your face is lined, your hair is grey. / It's gradually got so.
Faithless woman, to deceive me, / I who trusted so!
Master, master, do not leave me! / Hear me, ere you go!

My love without reflecting, / Oh, do not be rejecting!
Take a maiden tender, her affection raw and green,
At very highest rating, / Has been accumulating
Summers seventeen, summers seventeen.
Don't, beloved master, / rush me with disaster.
What is such a dower to the dower I have here?
My love unabating / Has been accumulating
Forty-seven year--forty-seven year!


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Don't, beloved master, / Crush me with disaster.
What is such a dower to the dower I have here?
My love unabating / Has been accumulating
Forty-seven year--forty-seven year!


Yes, your former master / Saves you from disaster.
Your love would be uncomfortably fervid, it is clear
If, as you are stating / It's been accumulating
Forty-seven year--forty-seven year!

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From the same Gilbert & Sullivan: the Pirate King's chant:

For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I've no desire to be disloyal,
Some person in authority, I don't know who, very likely the Astronomer Royal,
Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February, twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,
One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and-twenty.
Through some singular coincidence-- I shouldn't be surprised if it were owing to the agency of an ill-natured fairy--
You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born in leap-year, on the twenty-ninth of February;
And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you'll easily discover,
That though you've lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by birthdays, you're only five and a little bit over!



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And claiming my previous "dibs" on 65. From Alone Again, Naturally, by Gilbert O'Sullivan:

In looking back over the years, / And whatever else that appears.
I remember I cried when my father died, / Never wishing to hide the tears.
At sixty-five years old, / My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why the only man, / She had ever loved had been taken.
Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me, / No words were ever spoken.
And when she passed away, / I cried and cried all day,
Alone again, naturally .....


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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm 64?
Beatles


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