Friday, May 22, 2015

Sites To See #441

The SOLE purpose of this series is to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as an endorsement, and I have included sites that I found rather disturbing.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.  Oh, and as of August 10, 2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word verification engaged.

 Link: [Dungha]



















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Thursday, May 21, 2015

ATF: Old School

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



A Boy Named Sue
Johnny Cash
Well my daddy left home
When I was three
And he didn’t leave much
To ma and me
Just this old guitar
And an empty bottle of booze
Now I don’t blame him
‘Cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing
That my daddy ever did
Was before he left
He went and named me Sue

Well he must of thought that it was quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a lot of folks
It seems I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal would giggle
And I’d turn read
And some guy’d laugh
And I’d bust his head
I tell ya
Life ain’t easy
For a boy named Sue

Well I grew up quick
And I grew up mean
My fist got hard
And my wits got keen
I’d roam from town to town
To hide my shame
But I made me a vow
To the moon and stars
That I’d search the honky-tonks
And bars
And kill that man that give me
That awful name

Well it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street of mud
There at a table dealing stud
Sat the dirty mangy dog that named me Sue

Well I knew that snake my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother had
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and bent
And gray and old
And I looked at him
And my blood ran cold
And I said
My name is Sue
How do you do
Now you’re gonna die

Well I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down but to my surprise
He come up with a knife
And cut off a piece of my ear
Then I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed though the wall and into the street
Kickin’ and a-gougin’
In the mud
And the blood
And the beer

Well I tell ya
I’ve fought tougher men
But I really can’t remember when
He kicked like a mule
And he bit like a crocodile
Well I heard him laugh
And then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun
And I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin’ at me
And I saw him smile
And he said
Son this world is rough
And if a man’s gonna make it
He’s gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn’t be there to help ya along
So I gave ya a name and I said goodbye
I knew you’d have to get tough or die
And it’s that name that helped to make you strong
He said
Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me
And you got the right to kill me now
And I wouldn’t blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
‘Cause I’m the son of a bitch that named you Sue

Well I got all choked up
And I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa
And he called me his son
And I came away with a different
Point of view
And I think about him
Now and then
Every time I try
And every time I win
And if I ever have a
Well if I ever have a boy
I think I’m gonna name him
Frank
Or George
Or Bill
Or Tom
Anything but Sue
I don’t want him going ‘round
Being called Sue all of his life
That’s a horrible thing
To do to a boy

Link: [Blondie]


Rapture
Blondie
Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping
Lightly
Hang each night in
Rapture

Back to back
Sacroiliac
Spineless movement
And a wild attack
Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping
In rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast
Flash is cool
Francois sais pas
Flashe' no do
And you don't stop
Sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car
And drive real far
And you drive all night
And then you see a light
And it comes right down
And lands on the ground
And out comes
A man from Mars
And you try to run
But he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead
And he eats your head
And then you're in
The man from Mars
You go out at night
Eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs
Lincolns too
Mercurys
And Subarus

And you don't stop
You keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night
And eat up bars
Where the people meet
Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars
He's eatin' bars
Yeah
Wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture
Be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain
Paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said
Don't stop
Do punk rock

Well now you see
What you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars
Won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on
Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop
And you don't stop
Just blast off
Sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars
And eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

A Wee Tear


My dear friend, [Adullamite], has been particularly critical of my [all-time favorite tunes] lately.  He even went so far as to point out that a great many great songs can be found on YouTube.  So, I endeavored to persevere in the pursuit of such, and I have it on good authority that the following songs always bring a wee tear to the eye of the bandi-legged ol’ coot.

Alas, he has often said that I do not know what good music really sounds like, and since I could not stomach listening to The Sex Pistols selection long enough to feel comfortable with including the lyrics to the song, he just might have a point.  On the other hand, maybe not.

By the way, Saturday Night is one of my wife’s all-time favorites, and it does bring a smile to my face whenever I hear it.  What brings an even bigger smile is imagining Adullamite prancing about his apartment in a short kilt while doing a cheer routine to the song.  Yeah, there may very well be something seriously wrong with me.  Sigh.


Saturday Night
Bay City Rollers
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night

Oh gonna keep on dancin' to rock and roll
On Saturday night
Saturday night
Dancin' to the rhythm in our heart and soul
On Saturday night
Saturday night

I-I-I
I Just can't wait
I-I-I
I got a date
At the good ol'
Rock and roll
Road show
I gotta go
Saturday night
Saturday night
Gonna rock it up
Roll it up
Do it all
Have a ball
Saturday night
Saturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night

S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night

Gonna dance with my baby ‘til the night is through
On Saturday night
Saturday night
Tell her all the little things I'm gonna do
On Saturday night
Saturday night

I-I-I
I love her so
I-I-I
I'm gonna let her know
At the good ol'
Rock and roll
Road show
I gotta go
Saturday night
Saturday night
Gonna rock it up
Roll it up
Do it all
Have a ball
Saturday night
Saturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night

S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night
S-A
T-U-R
D-A-Y
Night

SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night
SSSaturday night…

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]


God Save the Queen
The Sex Pistols

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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Taking Another Day Off

***NOTE***
With me now homeschooling myself (naturally-speaking, of course) publishing two Sites To See editions per week is becoming too much of a chore.  So, I will be publishing just one on Fridays for the foreseeable future.  The rest of my regular lineup should remain the same, but I reserve the right to wimp-out at any time.  That is all.

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Monday, May 18, 2015

ATF: Hippity Hoppin'

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Jump Around
House of Pain
The house
The house
The house
The house

The house of pain is in effect you-all
I say
The House of Pain is in effect
You know
The House of Pain is in effect you-all
The And anyone who steps up is gettin’ run

Pack it up
Pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me
That's a sin
I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role
And the whole crew will act up
Get up
Stand up
Come on
Throw your hands up
If you've got the feelin'
Jump up and touch the ceilin'
Muggs is a funk fest
Someone's talkin' junk
Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it
Funk it
Amps it are junkin'
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are in a
Dunkin’ Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff
I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seats
And jump around

Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up
Jump up
And get down
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump

I'll serve you’re a$$ like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up
I'm smackin' the hoe
Word to your moms
I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son
I've returned
Anyone steppin' to me
You'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics
And you ain't got none
So if you come to battle
Bring a shotgun
Shotgun
But if you do you're a fool
‘Cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me
You'll take your last breath
I got the skill
Come get your fill
'Cause when I shoot ta give
I shoot to kill
I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seats
And jump around

Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up
Jump up
And get down
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump

I'm the cream of the crop
I rise to the top
I never eat a pig
‘Cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if
My name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bi(a)tch
Get used to one style
And you know I might switch it up
Up and around
Then buck
Buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up
In the Dawn of the Dead
I'm comin' to get ya
Comin' to get ya
Spittin' out lyrics homie
I'll wet ya
I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seats
And jump around

Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up
Jump up
And get down
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump
Jump…



Let’s Go All the Way!
Insane Clown Posse
Ain’t nobody jealous
Everybody has they own
Nobody’s locked up
Everybody
Everybody is free to roam
Lookin’ at Scrubby
With a hottie on his side
Lookin’ at rich kids
Poor kids
Everybody
Together on the same side
And they down to ride

Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way

Ain’t nobody left out
Everybody gets to go
It can never be too crowded
Come on
We still pickin’ up some more
Don’t nobody hate you
Playa hate you
There ain’t no hate at all
Gotta million hands to catch you
‘Cause they’ll catch you
And they never will let you fall
And we gotta worry all of y’all

So let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way

Never known sickness
No sickness
Nobody has to die
Everything’s answered
What didn’t then
We’ll never have to wonder why
Won’t nobody rush you
No pressure
Be as long as you wanna be
Can’t you guess what this place is
Your future
Make it a reality
All you have to do is follow me

Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way

Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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