tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15551659.post4903323910402435037..comments2023-06-15T05:11:03.408-07:00Comments on Kit Burns was framed!: Hauntedalpharathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10399655031407319997noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15551659.post-30899461314394501902008-04-01T10:16:00.000-07:002008-04-01T10:16:00.000-07:00Oh gawd, that made me cry, I'm such a sentimental ...Oh gawd, that made me cry, I'm such a sentimental old sap, heavy emphasis on the sap part, what? You thought I was gonna say old? Heh.<BR/><BR/>That too.<BR/><BR/>Not to be outdone I'm going to post my and the man's song, In Spite of Ourselves, John Prine and Iris Dement:<BR/><BR/>She don't like her eggs all runny<BR/>She thinks crossin' her legs is funny<BR/>She looks down her nose at money<BR/>She gets it on like the Easter Bunny<BR/>She's my baby I'm her honey<BR/>I'm never gonna let her go<BR/><BR/>He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays<BR/>I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies<BR/>He ain't too sharp but he gets things done<BR/>Drinks his beer like it's oxygen<BR/>He's my baby<BR/>And I'm his honey<BR/>Never gonna let him go<BR/><BR/>In spite of ourselves<BR/>We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow<BR/>Against all odds<BR/>Honey, we're the big door prize<BR/>We're gonna spite our noses<BR/>Right off of our faces<BR/>There won't be nothin' but big old hearts<BR/>Dancin' in our eyes.<BR/><BR/>She thinks all my jokes are corny<BR/>Convict movies make her horny<BR/>She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs<BR/>Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs<BR/>She takes a lickin'<BR/>And keeps on tickin'<BR/>I'm never gonna let her go.<BR/><BR/>He's got more balls than a big brass monkey<BR/>He's a whacked out weirdo and a love bug junkie<BR/>Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon<BR/>Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon<BR/>He's my baby I don't mean maybe<BR/>Never gonna let him go<BR/><BR/>In spite of ourselves<BR/>We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow<BR/>Against all odds<BR/>Honey, we're the big door prize<BR/>We're gonna spite our noses<BR/>Right off of our faces<BR/>There won't be nothin' but big old hearts<BR/>Dancin' in our eyes.<BR/>There won't be nothin' but big old hearts<BR/>Dancin' in our eyes.<BR/><BR/>Yep that pretty much sums up our relationship, sort of.fineartisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03004913358409783650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15551659.post-5581418662366906162008-04-01T09:57:00.000-07:002008-04-01T09:57:00.000-07:00Ange?You rule.Ange?<BR/><BR/>You rule.alpharathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10399655031407319997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15551659.post-58556203793086239382008-04-01T09:53:00.000-07:002008-04-01T09:53:00.000-07:00p.s. we just picked it because it's a nice long so...p.s. we just picked it because it's a nice long song to make whoopee to.Angeline Rose Larimerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058615711696995128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15551659.post-80513636215089266552008-04-01T09:52:00.000-07:002008-04-01T09:52:00.000-07:00Not 'Nothing Compares to You' ??Great song.Good th...Not 'Nothing Compares to You' ??<BR/><BR/>Great song.<BR/><BR/>Good theme to go along with your wedding motif. It was Halloween, right? Except, I'm remember clowns, so perhaps I'm confused by your anniversary date.<BR/><BR/>Our song was 'All My Love' by Led Zeppelin. The band putting it together for us must have found it an unusual choice.<BR/>The lyrics:<BR/>Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light<BR/>To chase a feather in the wind<BR/>Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight<BR/>There moves a thread that has no end.<BR/><BR/>For many hours and days that pass ever soon<BR/>The tides have caused the flame to dim<BR/>At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom<BR/>Is this to end or just begin?<BR/>* chorus: all of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you. (repeat)<BR/><BR/>The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again<BR/>One voice is clear above the din<BR/>Proud aryan one word, my will to sustain<BR/>For me, the cloth once more to spin<BR/><BR/>Chorus<BR/><BR/>Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time<BR/>His is the force that lies within<BR/>Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find<BR/>He is a feather in the windAngeline Rose Larimerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058615711696995128noreply@blogger.com