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You know the scene, you're sat in the car or van by yourself going nowhere on the M bloody 25 or bombing up the A bleeding 34 or stuck at traffic lights and all of a sudden a record comes on the radio and low and behold like a pillock you loudly and stupidly burst into song;
We've all done it.
Here's one I done earlier.
"I've been drivin' all night, my hands are wet on the wheel There's a voice in my head that drives my heel My baby call said I need you here It's half past four and I'm shifting gears"
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
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Pick a Classic Verse on 18:50 - Feb 15 with 3421 views
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device" And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast
It's not what you've got; it's where you stick it.
Regulators, we regulate any stealing of his property and we damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep!
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Pick a Classic Verse on 19:51 - Feb 15 with 3356 views
"So he says, Every crooked lane that you can see, Every open home, every hollow tree Is a home for creatures loved by me. And oh to be counted among them"
Villagers.
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
Pushing through the market square So many mothers sighing News has just come over We have 5 years left to die in Newsman wept and told us Earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet Then we knew he was not lying
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Pick a Classic Verse on 20:16 - Feb 15 with 3318 views
Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Smack my bitch up Eaaaheeyheeaheyyyee Aaahaaahaaaaaaaaaaahha Eaaaheeyheeaheyyyee Aaahhaaaaa Aaahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up
You really feel Keith and the boys worked their nutts off, worked their nutts off, yeeeeahhhhooowwweyaaahh on this one!
'Always In Motion' by John Honney available on amazon.co.uk
Nous sommes L’occitane Rs!
This song was played on Planet Rock Monday morning just as I left the M bloody 4 at the Hayes bleeding junction, I know the song word for word but as I was grumpy I just mumbled it me bloody head, great song by George Thorogood and the Destroyers.
"Wanna tell you a story, About the house rent blues I come home one Friday, Had to tell the landlady I done lost my job She said that don't befront me, Long as I get my money next Friday Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent, And out the door I went"
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
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Pick a Classic Verse on 22:04 - Feb 15 with 3179 views
Is it too late now to say sorry Cause I'm missing more than just your body Is it too late now to say sorry Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now
Holly came from Miami FLA Hitchhiked her way across the USA Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her legs and then he was a she I said hey babe Take a walk on the wild side....
And the rest of the song!
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Pick a Classic Verse on 23:12 - Feb 15 with 3141 views
Ungefähr, um fünf vor sechs, verließ die Frau von nebenan den Mann, der neben ihr noch schlief. Sie nahm die Schlüssel von der Wand, rang kurz nach Luft und verschwand dann. Auf Nimmerwiedersehen wollte sie geh'n. Die Tür schlug zu als sie erschrak und an den Brief in ihrer Tasche dachte, der den Mann betraf. Den sie vor langer Zeit geschrieben hatte, Wort für Wort verziert. Von Nimmerwiedersehen stand da nichts drin.
[Post edited 16 Feb 2017 2:18]
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Pick a Classic Verse on 03:42 - Feb 16 with 3073 views
Well, I'm goin' out west where the wind blows tall Cause Tony Franciosa used to date my ma They got some money out there, they're givin' it away I'm gonna do what I want Do what I want And I'm gonna get paid
Little brown sausages lying in the sand I ain't no extra baby, I'm a leading man Well, my parole officer will be proud of me With my Olds '88 and the devil on a leash My Olds '88 and the devil on a leash
Well, I know karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up, I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt
Well, I don't lose my composure in a high-speed chase Well, my friends think I'm ugly, I got a masculine face I got some drag-strip courage, I can really drive a bed I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex Change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
Well I know karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up, I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt
I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed I'm gonna wait for the sun to shine down on me I cut a hole in my roof the shape of a heart And I'm goin' out west where they'll appreciate me Goin' out west Goin' out west
Well, I'm goin' out west where the wind blows tall Cause Tony Franciosa used to date my ma They got some money out there, they're givin' it away I'm gonna do what I want Do what I want And I'm gonna get paid
Little brown sausages lying in the sand I ain't no extra baby, I'm a leading man Well, my parole officer will be proud of me With my Olds '88 and the devil on a leash My Olds '88 and the devil on a leash
Well, I know karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up, I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt
Well, I don't lose my composure in a high-speed chase Well, my friends think I'm ugly, I got a masculine face I got some drag-strip courage, I can really drive a bed I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex Change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
Well I know karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up, I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt
I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed I'm gonna wait for the sun to shine down on me I cut a hole in my roof the shape of a heart And I'm goin' out west where they'll appreciate me Goin' out west Goin' out west
'little brown sausages lying in the sand' reminds me, o must clean out the litter tray...cat's been dead 3 years x
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Pick a Classic Verse on 04:07 - Feb 16 with 3066 views
"I never thought it would happen, with me and the girl from clapham...' always belt that one out, never want it to end. If ever I could choose a song for there to be a sequel to, this is the one x
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Pick a Classic Verse on 06:45 - Feb 16 with 3031 views
"Should I give up Or should I just stop chasing pavements"
Feck knows what that's all about??? Believe me, I've tried and it's just a physical impossibility to chase pavements.
But this bluddy b'staad catchy anthem has been stuck in my head for over a week now, Like a burrowing bilharzia worm.
Think it might well be by that cor-blimey fat bird mate of that fat bloke serial celeb brown-noser Corden.
BTW IIRC Isn't The Dear Leader NorthernR,The Great Clive Whittingham himself a special big fan of JC's witless inane banter-filled after-match ITV show from a couple of World Cups back? Then luckily Corden sodded off to the States. Surely he'd sink ignominiously without trace?
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'I'm 18 with a bullet.Got my finger on the trigger,I'm gonna pull it.."
Love,Peace and Fook Chelski!
More like 20StoneOfHoop now.
Let's face it I'm not getting any thinner.
Pass the cake and pies please.
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Pick a Classic Verse on 07:59 - Feb 16 with 2972 views
Does it have to be Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm HHHHHHHHHMMMMMmmmmmmmm hhHHHHHHHHmmmmmmmmmmm HHHHHMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm ?
Or can it be Um Um Um Um Um Um...{etcetera,etcetera} ?
'I'm 18 with a bullet.Got my finger on the trigger,I'm gonna pull it.."
Love,Peace and Fook Chelski!
More like 20StoneOfHoop now.
Let's face it I'm not getting any thinner.
Pass the cake and pies please.
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Pick a Classic Verse on 08:30 - Feb 16 with 2935 views
She says God made her a sinner just to keep fat men thinner, As they tumble down in heaps before her feet. They hang around in groups like battle-weary troops, One can often see them queue right down the street... You see Patricia, or Delicia, not only is a singer She also removes all her clothing... For Patricia is the best stripper in town, And with a swing of her hips she started to strip, To tremendous applause she took off her drawers, And with a lick of her lips she undid all the clips, Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared, And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, The police were banging on the door, On a Saturday night, in nineteen twenty-four...
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