Topic: THE NEXT SOUND YOU HEAR (Read 32815 times)

Jrand73 · « **Reply #270 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:19:37 PM »

Love the lyrics.....sad a lovely....sweet and low.

Jrand73 · « **Reply #271 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:20:19 PM »

Heaven, I'm in heaven.
And the fears that hung around me through the week.
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak.
When we're out together
Dancing cheek to cheek.

Jrand73 · « **Reply #272 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:21:17 PM »

Page Ten Maidenform Bra dance.

TCB · « **Reply #273 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:22:13 PM »

So I don't share his name
So I don't wear his ring
So there's no piece of paper saying that he's mine
So we don't have the memories
I've had enough memories
I've washed enough mornings
I've dried enough evenings
I've had enough birthdays to know what I want

Life is anyone's guess
It's a constant surprise
Though you don't plan to fall in love
When you fall...you fall
I'd rather have fifty percent of him
Or any percent of him
Than all of anybody else at all

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Jrand73 · « **Reply #274 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:23:44 PM »

Once you told me I was mistaken.
That I 'd awaken with the sun.
And order orange juice for one.
It never entered my mind.

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #275 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:25:24 PM »

TV commercial rant:

By far the most offensive ad I've seen in recent months is that U.S. Army ad with the father and son...the crusty old guy (shown in closeup) and his puddin'-faced son (also shown in closeup).

The father says: "Yesterday, when you got off the bus, you did two things you've never done before:

"You looked me square in the eye, and you shook my hand.

"Where'd that come from?"

And puddin'-faced boy just absorbs "the moment" as a rite of passage.

Each time I see it, I yell out to the old man:

HE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN IT FROM YOU, YOU MORON!

WHY DIDN'T HE?

The U.S. Army, for all it does and doesn't do, is not a substitute for the proper way for a man to greet another man...especially when that other man is your dad.

It sickens me every time I see it.

Rant over.

Jrand73 · « **Reply #276 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:26:23 PM »

Once I was headed for hell.
Once I was headed for hell.
But when I got to Satan's door
I heard you blowin' on your horn once more.
So blow, Gabriel, blow.

Jrand73 · « **Reply #277 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:27:30 PM »

Quote from: Ron Pulliam on January 09, 2007, 07:25:24 PM

TV commercial rant:

By far the most offensive ad I've seen in recent months is that U.S. Army ad with the father and son...the crusty old guy (shown in closeup) and his puddin'-faced son (also shown in closeup).

The father says: "Yesterday, when you got off the bus, you did two things you've never done before:

"You looked me square in the eye, and you shook my hand.

"Where'd that come from?"

And puddin'-faced boy just absorbs "the moment" as a rite of passage.

Each time I see it, I yell out to the old man:

HE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN IT FROM YOU, YOU MORON!

WHY DIDN'T HE?

The U.S. Army, for all it does and doesn't do, is not a substitute for the proper way for a man to greet another man...especially when that other man is your dad.

It sickens me every time I see it.

Rant over.

Have you heard of this product called Head On. You apply it directly to the forehead!

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #278 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:27:55 PM »

The next time you say one
Say One For me
The next time you pray one
Pray one for me
And you have my promise
I'll Say One for you
The next best thing to one prayer
Is two.

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #279 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:31:52 PM »

Our love affair is a wondrous thing
That we'll rejoice in remembering
Our love was born with our first embrace
And a page was torn out of time and space

Our love affair, may it always be
A flame to burn through eternity
So take my hand with a fervent prayer
That we may live and we may share
A love affair to remember

Sandra · « **Reply #280 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:36:17 PM »

You put your left hand in.
You take your left hand out.
You put your left hand in
and you shake it all about.
You do the hokey pokey
and you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about.

You just can't beat a classic.

DearReaderLaura · « **Reply #281 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:38:02 PM »

Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday, Dear (insert name of birthday person).
Happy Birthday to you.

TCB · « **Reply #282 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:38:28 PM »

Quote from: JRand56 on January 09, 2007, 07:27:30 PM

Have you heard of this product called Head On. You apply it directly to the forehead!

Well, they should put commericals out for that product!

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Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #283 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:38:38 PM »

Our love affair was meant to be
It's me for you dear, and you for me
We'll fuss and quarrel
And tears start to brew
But after the tears, our love will smile through

I'm sure that I could never hide
The thrill I get when you're by my side
And when we're older, we'll proudly declare
"Wasn't ours a lovely love affair?"

Sandra · « **Reply #284 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:39:42 PM »

Wacky, goony, goofy spoony,
High as a plane or balloon-y.
Crazy bus, come ride with us
As we ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride.
It's a crazy bus, but not a schmazy bus.
Don't make a fuss, just come with us.

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #285 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:40:48 PM »

I like New York in June,
how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune,
how about you?

I love a fireside
when a storm is due.

I like potato chips,
moonlight and motor trips,
how about you?

Jrand73 · « **Reply #286 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:47:25 PM »

Quote from: TCB on January 09, 2007, 07:38:28 PM

Well, they should put commericals out for that product!
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There's a thought!

Off to watch THE MORE THE MERRIER!

Jrand73 · « **Reply #287 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:47:53 PM »

Quote from: Ron Pulliam on January 09, 2007, 07:40:48 PM

I like New York in June,
how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune,
how about you?

I love a fireside
when a storm is due.

I like potato chips,
moonlight and motor trips,
how about you?

Loved when Van Johnson and Lucy Ricardo danced to this song on I LOVE LUCY!

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #288 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:48:50 PM »

At last my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
At last the skies above are blue
And my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I can speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
You smiled, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
And you are mine at last

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #289 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:50:59 PM »

Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night, a dream that can be heard.
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.
I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love.
Isn't it romantic
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isn't it romantic?
Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss.
Sweet symbols in the moonlight,
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?
Isn't it romance?

JoseSPiano · « **Reply #290 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:51:36 PM »

Quote from: Sandra on January 09, 2007, 07:36:17 PM

You put your left hand in.
You take your left hand out.
You put your left hand in
and you shake it all about.
You do the hokey pokey
and you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about.

You just can't beat a classic.

How about this one?

Meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow...

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #291 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:52:17 PM »

Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
but last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

When she woke up and found that her dream of love was gone, madam,
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown,
She drew a gun and shot her love down, madam,
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

When the mob came and got her and dragged her from the jail, madam,
They strung her upon the old willow across the way,
And the moment before she died,
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam......
Miss Otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today.

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #292 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:52:49 PM »

Quote from: JoseSPiano on January 09, 2007, 07:51:36 PM

How about this one?

Meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow...

Can you play that in B-flat?

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #293 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:53:44 PM »

I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear:
Don't you know, little fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
But each time that I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin.

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #294 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:56:02 PM »

Put your right foot forward
Put your left foot out
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop!

Dance this new creation
It's the new sensation
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop!

Let's all join in the fun
Father, mother, son
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop, hop, hop!

JoseSPiano · « **Reply #295 on:** January 09, 2007, 07:56:35 PM »

Quote from: Ron Pulliam on January 09, 2007, 07:52:49 PM

Can you play that in B-flat?

Hmm... I'm not sure... That would mean I would have to use the black notes... That's hard..

Sandra · « **Reply #296 on:** January 09, 2007, 08:01:15 PM »

Quote from: JoseSPiano on January 09, 2007, 07:51:36 PM

How about this one?

Meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow...

I just sang this and DFBML (Dear Furry Brown Meowing Lump, in internet lingo) is very interested. He doesn't seem to care about the hokey pokey.

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #297 on:** January 09, 2007, 08:01:41 PM »

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #298 on:** January 09, 2007, 08:02:20 PM »

Quote from: JoseSPiano on January 09, 2007, 07:56:35 PM

Hmm... I'm not sure... That would mean I would have to use the black notes... That's hard..

Never mind.

Ron Pulliam · « **Reply #299 on:** January 09, 2007, 08:04:16 PM »

Tell ya 'bout them sobbin' women
Who lived in the Roman days.
It seems that they all went swimmin'
While their men was off to graze.
Well, a Roman troop was ridin' by
And saw them in their "me oh my",
So they took 'em all back home to dry.
Least that's what Plutarch says.
Oh yes!
Them a woman was sobbin', sobbin', sobbin'
Fit to be tied.
Ev'ry muscle was throbbin', throbbin'
From that riotous ride.
Oh they cried and kissed and kissed and cried
All over that Roman countryside
So don't forget that when you're takin' a bride.
Sobbin' fit to be tied
From that riotous ride!

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