A Sunday Drive

Back during our childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them again, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.

 Link: [Austerity101]

 Link: [Barb's Heartstrokes]

 Link: [Bearbits]

 Link: [Bella Rosa Antiques]

 Link: [Belleau Kitchen]

 Link: [Thoughts & Happenings]

 Link: [Today Around Coventry Daily Photo]

 Link: [Unbagging the Cats]

 Link: [Valladolid Daily Photo]

Link: [Ventana de Foto]

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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]

 Link: [Fat Dormouse Getting Thinner]

Link: [Flux Capacitor]

Link: [Fotokarusellen]

Link: [Francisco Lorenzo]

Link: [GabbyGeezer]

Link: [Gigi-Hawaii]

Link: [Green Monkey Tales]

Link: [Helges Fotoblogg]

Link: [In the Hills of North Carolina]

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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.

Link: [Johnny Cash]

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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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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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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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.

Link: [House of Pain]

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

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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

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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

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Link: [Insane Clown Posse]

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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