the food is good,
but you must quit
while you still could.
You stumble out, up to your wheels,
and on the kicker place your heel,
lift for compression,
once more for luck,
and downward thrust,
but "What the f#ck"?
First a puff,
and then a gasp,
but wait, it starts,
and there's a blast.
The passer-bys look on with wonder,
while you just grin about the thunder.
You know your pipes are not that loud,
It was your fart that awed this crowd
This guy buys a new motorcycle. The salesperson tells him that when it
rains to go outside and rub Vaseline on it because it makes it look nice
and shiny. Later that night, he goes to eat at his girlfriend's
house, and the rule at thier house is if you talk during supper you have
to do the dishes. So they are eating and he looks at his girlfriend and kisses her. Nobody says anything. So he f**ks her right at the table and nobody says anything. So
he looks over at her mom and kisses her too. Nobody says anything. So
he does her too. Next thing he knows he looks outside and it is starts
to rain outside, so he grabs the Vaseline out of his pocket. At that his girlfriend's dad stands up and says, ''Okay. I will do the damn dishes.''
This Kind Of Lonely by Everlast listen to it on utube
Sittin` alone and I hear rain fallin` on my windowsill
Just wanna do what`s right but I don`t know if I ever will
There`s so many reasons, too many excuses
And all these prescriptions, got too many uses
And I`m so lonely
It`s kind of scary
And this kind of lonely is making me weary
I`m so lonesome I could die
Sittin` alone and I am waitin` for the sun to shine
Sometimes I kneel and pray hoping someday you`ll be mine
She`s so many miles away
So many things to say
And all of the games we`d play don`t matter anyway
Cause I`m so lonely
The sex is empty
But this kind of lonely makes it easy to tempt me
I`m so lonesome I could die
I`m so lonesome I could die
Sittin` alone and I am waitin` for somebody to call
Think if I up and died wouldn`t nobody notice at all
Cause I`m so insecure and I feel so unsure
Can`t take it anymore, no
It`s never been like this before
And I`m so lonely, feel like cryin`
And this kinda lonely is worse than dyin`
I`m so lonesome I could die
I`m so lonesome I could die
I`m so lonesome I could die
Stone In My Hand : by Everlast
Ride with the devil, hide with the lord
I got no pistol, ain't got no sword
I got no army, ain't got no land,
Ain't got nothing but the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
Ain't got nothing but the stone that's in my hand
You say you want a revolution, well get on board
We'll start a new crusade; we'll start a holy war
Don't need no orders, don't need no plan
I don't need nothing but the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I don't need nothing but the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I don't need nothing but the stone that's in my hand
You build your fighter jets, you drop your bombs
You kill our fathers, you kill our moms
You kill our brother and our sisters, and our uncles and our aunts
Still I'm fighting with the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
Still I'm fighting with the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
All the love that's in my heart and the stone that's in my hand
Blood runs in the gutters, smoke fills the sky
Every son that suffers, every mother cries
So if you've had enough and you're ready for your stand
I'll be waiting with the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
I'll be waiting with the stone that's in my hand
Stone in my hand, stone in my hand
All the love that's in my heart and the stone that's in my hand
MY CYCLE - MY SELFBy: Debbie Scharibone(Taken from Windy City Riders, VOC Newsletter) I soar away into speed's breeze,the engine's powerbetween my knees.The throttle trembles in my hand-at my control,at my command!In the droning rumbleof the motor's soundmy problems, troublesand cares are drowned.Nothing keeps mefrom the sky,and I can ridewhere eagles fly!I dig my heelsinto the pegs,tune every muscle'till my legs are synchronizedwith my machine,to feel the curvesand with it lean,to live the thrillsof sudden hills,the heart-quickeningpanic of would-be spills.Don't call me backto earth againwhere I must walklike other men.