Thursday, January 13, 2005

random...again

Listening to music and downloading music... some lyrics strike me....

Good morning yesterday,
You wake up, and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember?


That song is from way back...i remember the High School chorus used to sing that at graduation every year...sigh....

perhaps something a little more chipper....

Don’t hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try
Close your eyes, picture me rollin,
Sixes, money foldin
Bitches honeys that swollen
The riches, nas get in ya
Most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner
Best storyteller thug narrator my style’s greater
Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
Commentators ring side try watchin my paper
Almost a decade quite impressive
Most of the best is in the essence
For this rap shit that I stand for
Expanding more to the big screen
Bill gates dreams
But it seems youd rather see me in jail
With state dreams
Want me off the scene fast
But good things last
Like your favorite m.c. still makin’ some mean cash
First rapper to bring a platinum plaque
Back to the projects
But you still wanna hate, be my guest
I suggest



Ok...maybe a little too chipper.... how about this?....

Come on baby... Kick them daisies
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(I want chu to)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(Everybody)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...
(I want chu to)
Look at them girls with the daisy dukes on...

oh...same vein you say...Ok....

ah...here we go...i think I'l call it the night with this one....

On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
’til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, son, I’ve made a life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

Now ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
’cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.


Gentlemen, good night

Ladies, good morning
[laughs]
That's it

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