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08-21-2010, 05:25 PM
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08-21-2010, 06:00 PM
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Simulating chain saw pull for SlamDunkSighty!!!! Let's not forget Debbie.....and her Paul Bunyan night gown. Let's forget Debbie.
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08-21-2010, 06:07 PM
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BH..always best to include the lyrics for Mr. 40 Grit songs:
Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me Come closer don't be shy Stand beneath a rainy sky The moon is over the rise Think of me as a train goes by Clear the thistles and brambles Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble' Now there's a bubble of me And it's floating in thee Stand in the shade of me Things are now made of me The weather vane will say... It smells like rain today God took the stars and he tossed 'em Can't tell the birds from the blossoms You'll never be free of me He'll make a tree from me Don't say good bye to me Describe the sky to me And if the sky falls, mark my words We'll catch mocking birds Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me
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08-21-2010, 07:14 PM
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yea, you're right....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmSMKxcFdOs The Part You Throw Away You dance real slow And you wreck it down Walk away and you turn around What did that old blonde gal say That's the part you throw away I want that beggar's eyes The winning horse A tidy Mexican divorce St. Mary's prayers Houdini's hands And a barman who always understands Will you loose the flowers Hold on to the vase? Will you wipe all those teardrops away from your face? And I can't help feeling as I close the door I have done all of this many times before The bone must go The wish can stay A kiss don't know what the lips will say Forget I ever hurt you Put stones in our bed Remember to never mind instead But all of your letters burned up in the fire And time is just memory mixed with desire That's not the road It's only the map, I say Gone just like matches from a closed down cabaret In a Portuguese saloon A fly is circling round the room You'll soon forget the tune that they play For that's the part you throw away For that's the part you throw away
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