They can all get fucked, just stay true to YOU!
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Posted:Mar 5, 2014 5:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2014 8:08 pm
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Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me
Are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me
I'm reaching out for you
I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up....
I don't know how or why or when, I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin' to feel distant again...
I need a new outlet
And I know some shits so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow
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Here today, gone tomorrow, but you got to walk a thousand miles
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humour
Everything's so tense and gloom, I
Almost feel like I gotta check the temperature of the room
Just as soon as I walk in, It's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that it then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention, I just wanna be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom
Nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could of either just sat on my ass, and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed in, and get up and get my ownCause where you see it form where you're sitting, is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a miles in eachothers shoes at least
What size you wear, I wear 10's, let's see if you can fit your feet
Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside eachothers minds
Just to see, what we find, look at shit through eachothers eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Redacted lyrics to Eminem's "Beautiful"
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Sometimes I want to say to myself.....
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Posted:Mar 5, 2014 6:04 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 11:48 pm
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Sometimes I say
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
“Miss You” by “The Rolling Stones”
LMAO.....I'm a hoot, right? First song I thought of this morning, what can I say had to share!
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JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW…..
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Posted:Feb 19, 2014 12:07 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2014 12:38 am
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Now and then I think of when we were together,
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die,
Told myself that you were right for me,
But felt so lonely in your company,
but that was love and it's an ache i still remember.
YOU CAN GET ADDICTED TO A CERTAIN KIND OF SADNESS,
Like resignation to the end,
Always the end,
So when we found that we could not make sense,
Well you said that we would still be friends,
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over.
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...
But you didn't have to cut me off,
Make out like it never happened,
And that now were nothing,
And I don't even need your love,
But you treat me like a stranger,
And that feels so rough.
No you didn't have to stoop so low,
Have your friends collect your records,
And then change your number,
I guess that I don't need that though,
NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW…..
by "GOTYE"...
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This is a drop everything kinda thing....
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Posted:Feb 18, 2014 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2014 5:11 am
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Perhaps, unlike most on here, I'm looking for a little something EXTRA, believe it or not, tongues, dicks, "hello kitties", lmao, actually come a penny a dozen here and in life, I WANT JUST A LITTLE EXTRA. This may not be the best site for me, but I've met some pretty fantastic lifelong friends and dare I say, GOOD TIMES here SINCE 2007!! All along, it seems I've yearned for the kinda guy that allows me space to be a mother with a chaotic life and work schedule, that when I do get that moment to run away, I can run to him WITHOUT FEAR and DISAPPOINTMENT of another girl's car parked at his house at 2AM...when repeatedly told to "stop by any time DAY or NIGHT, DOORS UNLOCKED and that he's fucking no one else...High School shit, JUST BE STRAIGHT UP AS ITS APPRECIATED and just alleviates fuckin BS. The worse thing any man can do is just not be straight up...we're adults, ACT LIKE ONE! Spontaneity is what I thrive on so it pisses me off when I spend my valuable time on a false pretense!
It don't matter what plans I've got, I can break 'em
Yeah I can turn this thing around at the next red light
And I don't mind tellin' all the guys, I can't meet 'em
Hell, we can all go raise some hell on any other night
Girl I don't care, oh I just gotta see what you're wearin'
Your hair, is it pulled up or fallin' down
Oh I just have to see it now
Ain't a spot downtown that's rockin' the way that you rock me
Ain't a bar that can make me buzz the way that you do
I could be on the front row of the best show
And look down and see your face on my phone
And I'm gone, so long, hang on
I'll meet you in a minute or two
If it's two in the mornin' and you're feelin' lonely
And wonderin' what I'm doin'
Go ahead and call me, call me, call me
You don't have to worry 'bout it baby
You can wake me up in the dead of the night
Wreck my plans, baby that's alright
This is a drop everything kinda thing
Swing on by, I'll pour you a drink
The door's unlocked, I'll leave on the lights
Baby you can crash my party anytime........
"Crash My Party" by Luke Bryan
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In to the mystic...YOUR take...
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Posted:Feb 5, 2014 2:57 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2014 5:08 pm
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A man (sorry Ladies) that gets this song will understand what the hell I'm looking for albeit sex, passion, lust, etc....but in an ole fashion way, I guess??
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...
"Into the Mystic" by VAN MORRISON
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What It's Like....
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Posted:Jun 26, 2010 7:29 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2014 10:34 pm
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We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replied....
Mary got pregnant from a named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a
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I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
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God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like
To have to lose...
What It's Like lyrics by EverLast
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BEAUTIFUL Loser.....
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Posted:Apr 11, 2010 5:30 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2014 10:34 pm
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Up with the sun, gone with the wind
She always said I was lazy
Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends
Runnin' when things get too crazy
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars
Feelin' the breeze, passin' the cars
Women have come, women have gone
Everyone tryin' to cage me
Oh, some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others they only enrage me
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Travelin' man, love when I can
Turn in my hand 'cause I'm goin' on
Oh, travelin' man, love when I can
But sooner or later I'm goin' on, yea
Travelin man
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
But those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
I tell you those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Travelin' man....
Travelin man (beautiful loser) by Bob Seger!!!
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I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin....
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Posted:Feb 18, 2010 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2010 1:16 pm
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The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
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My secret side I keep hid under lock and key
I keep it caged but I can't control it
'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control, he something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster....
"I feel like a monster" by Skillet, wow love it!
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LOUD, PROUD and COUNTRY by the GRACE of GOD!
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Posted:Jan 21, 2010 5:31 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 11:48 pm
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...we’re used to gravel roads, and fishin’
with cane poles, wasn’t no swimmin’ pools, jus swimmin’ holes.
We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, I’ve been came a long way since back in them days ....ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights, where I can see the darkness come in and go....
Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow, you can leave your door open, aint nuttin’ gunna happen
....I seen alotta things in my life time, that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple [WOMAN], and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heal, so don’t you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country....
My jeans don’t sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a white t-shirt, no nothin’ but work. Daylight til dark, that’s how I
was bread, and I’ll keep bein’ country til the day I’m dead
See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and
hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin’ right,
Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on ‘em, you can keep your rolls roice, cuz baby, we don’t want ’em! So now yall all know
exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, i don’t give a damn!
Now before I pack and things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don’t you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
At about 5 o’clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a
cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don’t care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to
shove and every one of us will fight....
We mostly easy like Sunday morning...country folks wont be pushed around, and theres some of us livin’ in every town, we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it’s the American way, no body owe you nothin’ supposed to earn your keep, but in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
...but I’m loud, proud and country by the grace of God!
Colt Ford f/ John Michael Montgomery LYRICS TO
"Ride Through the Country" (It really don't get no better than this!)
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Never was the kind to do as I was told....
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Posted:Jan 6, 2010 7:10 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2010 7:30 am
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It is the night. My body's weak.
I'm on the run. No time to sleep.
I've got to ride.
Ride like the wind to be free again.
And I got such a long way to go.
To make it to the border of Mexico.
So I'll ride like the wind....
And I got such a long way to go....
So I'll ride like the wind.....
Never was the kind to do as I was told.
Gonna ride like the wind before I get old....
"Ride like the wind" by Christopher Cross
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Everyone's got their chains to break.......
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Posted:Jan 6, 2010 6:09 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2010 5:09 pm
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I've got another confession to make....
Everyone's got their chains to break
Were you born to resist or be abused?....
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear i'll never give in
No, I refuse....
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear i'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
FOO FIGHTERS, title of song is self-explanatory!
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SHOUT OUT TO MY PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted:Jan 6, 2010 5:41 pm
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2010 4:47 pm
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The preacher man says it�s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she�s a goin� dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town
I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the , and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain�t too many things these ole boys can�t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive....
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I�d send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Cause you can�t starve us out and you can�t make us run
Cause one-of- �em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma�am
And if you ain�t into that we don�t give a damn
We�re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive....
"A COUNTRY BOY [GIRL!!!] CAN SURVIVE"! by my life-long fav, HANK, JR!
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