afternoon naps and songs in my head

psychonaut13

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so i thought maybe i was a bit tired cuz i was feeling grumpy today....after a bit of cursing at the monitor, the kittens, anything that moved really...i decided that i should take a nap

5 hours later i stumble out of my bed room to find this one song off a friend's album stuck in my head. i mean like, i'm walking across the street to the grocery store to score some chicken cuz man, i woke up with this song and fried chicken in my head....and the song won't stop. i just keep going over the lines over and over

so now i sit here, belly full of fried chicken and listening to this song and man...life is SWEET!
 
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imported_SuXoR

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My son likes to watch some kind of Dr. Seuss (sp?) video over and over. Now that is some stuff that sticks in your head.


The cat in the hat I despise-
Rythmically rhyming with all of his lies

AAAAHHHHHHHH!

:twisted:
 

keisorsoze

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I wonder what song it was? hmm????? Was it the Village People, Macho Man..... I'm guessing you like to dress up like the Indian..... :lol: :lol:
 

psychonaut13

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keisorsoze said:
I wonder what song it was? hmm????? Was it the Village People, Macho Man..... I'm guessing you like to dress up like the Indian..... :lol: :lol:

it was a song called magnolia mountain off of ryan adam's album cold roses.
 

psychonaut13

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I want to go to Magnolia Mountain
And lay my weary head down
Down on the rocks
On the mountain my savior made
Steady my soul and ease my worry
Hold me when I rattle like a hummingbird hummin'
Tie me to the rocks on the mountain my savior made

Lie to me
Sing me a song
Sing me a song until the morning comes
If the morning comes, will you lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
Till I'm heavy like the rocks on the riverbed
That my savior made

I want to be the bluebird singing
Singing to the roses in her yard
The roses in her yard her father grew for her
It's been raining that Tennessee honey
So long I got too heavy to fly
Ain't no bluebird ever gets too heavy to sing

Lie to me
Sing me a song
Sing me a song until the morning comes
And if the morning don't come, will you lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
Till I'm heavy like the rocks in the riverbed
That my savior made

We burned the cotton fields down in the valley
And ended up with nothing but scars
The scars became the lessons that we gave to our children after the war
But there ain't nothing but the truth up on the Magnolia Mountain
Where nobody ever dies
Steady your soul and ease your worry
They got a room for you

Lie to me like I lie to you
Calm me down until the morning comes
And if the morning don't come
Lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
All heavy like the rocks in the riverbed
That my savior made
For us
 

CuRRyINaHuRRy

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This song reminds of another song:

"Colors of the Wind" - Pocahontas

"You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
Now can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind"
 
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blze

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i get songs stuck in my head for like weeks at a time, sometimes i think
its the midget i ate back in '93 still running around in my head spinning
old bob seager tracks.

its rare a good song gets stuck in there. dangit bo. sometimes its like
3 lines of a b-boys song just going over and over and over and over
and over again in my head, thats mad makin' me crazy. rofl.
 
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