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Every so often I go on a binge

Pink Floyd - The Wall.

just can't get enough of it.

know what I mean?

If you should go skating

On the thin ice of modern life

Dragging behind you the silent reproach

Of a million tear-stained eyes

Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice

Appears under your feet.

You slip out of your depth and out of your mind

With your fear flowing out behind you

As you claw the thin ice.

"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you

have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"

Run to the bedroom,

In the suitcase on the left

You'll find my favorite axe.

Don't look so frightened

This is just a passing phase,

One of my bad days.

Would you like to watch T.V.?

Can't take just part of this one.

Comfortably Numb

Hello?

Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me.

Is there anyone at home?

Come on, now,

I hear you're feeling down.

Well I can ease your pain

Get you on your feet again.

Relax.

I'll need some information first.

Just the basic facts.

Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.

You are only coming through in waves.

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons.

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain you would not understand

This is not how I am.

I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.

Just a little pinprick.

There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!

But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?

I do believe it's working, good.

That'll keep you going through the show

Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.

You are only coming through in waves.

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye.

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown,

The dream is gone.

I have become comfortably numb.

There must be some mistake

I didnt mean to let them

Take away my soul.

Am I too old, is it too late?

So ya

Thought ya

Might like to

Go to the show.

To feel that warm thrill of confusion,

That space cadet glow.

Good morning, Worm your honor.

The crown will plainly show

The prisoner who now stands before you

Was caught red-handed showing feelings

Showing feelings of an almost human nature;

This will not do.

Call the schoolmaster!

All alone, or in two's,

The ones who really love you

Walk up and down outside the wall.

Some hand in hand

And some gathered together in bands.

The bleeding hearts and artists

Make their stand.

And when they've given you their all

Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy

Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

Great. Now I'll be listening to this for something like

five days



straight. :guitarist

Artist: Walker Jerry Jeff Lyrics

Song: Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother Lyrics





He was born in Oklahoma,

His wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz

And he's not responsible for what he's doing

Cause his mother made him what he is.

And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother,

Mother, who has raised her son so well.

He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.

Just kicking hippies a**es and raising hell.

Sure does like his Falstaff beer,

Likes to chase it down with that Wild Turkey liquor;

Drives a fifty-seven GMC pickup truck;

He's got a gun rack; "Goat ropers need love, too" sticker

And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother,

Mother, who has raised her son so well.

He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.

Just kicking hippies a**es and raising hell.

Well,

M is for the mudflaps you give me for my pickup truck

O is for the Oil I put on my hair

T is for T-bird

H is for Haggard

E is for eggs, and

R is for REDNECK.

Up against the wall Redneck Mother,

Mother, who has raised her son so well.

He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.

Kicking hippies a**es and raising hell.

He's up against the wall Redneck Mother,

Mother, who has raised her son so well.

He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.

Just kicking hippies a**es and raising hell.



:D

Please tell me you didn't post a country song in this thread

:yh_pray

You started it :wah:

"Up Against the Wall" and my mind went straight to the beer swizzling gutter:yh_bigsmi

*koan starts crying

"Is nothing sacred? Is nothing sacred?"

*koan sits in fetal position and sobs

There, there. It's gonna be OK.

Every now and then we have to be exposed to something horrible. It'll be OK.

Here's a tissue



:-4

:yh_rotfl

edit to add:

koan;487808 wrote: :yh_rotfl

edit to add:


I'm sorry

S'alright

This too shall pass :wah:

Thanks

koan;487717 wrote: Every so often I go on a binge



Pink Floyd - The Wall.



just can't get enough of it.

know what I mean?BBC1 11.35 PM. :guitarist

abbey;487847 wrote: BBC1 11.35 PM. :guitarist


Now that is uncanny.



this never happens to me :rolleyes:

koan;487853 wrote: Now that is uncanny.





this never happens to me :rolleyes:..:p