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| indeedinoditsistern |
 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:02 pm |
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*Garfunkled*
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Location: Hokes Bluff AL.
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ode 2 summer
(no me gusta wintre)
kids r at school
the grass is dead
the lawnmower stored
away in the shed
the hearths warmin up
there's frost on the cars
and all the needle users
can now hide their scars
the flower are wilted
and, too, collard greens
and now we must sew
the legs back to our jeans
the stockings r hung
by the chimney with care
this winter who cares
if you have lots of back hair
no bananas or plumbs
any tropical fruits
u cant open the windows
when u'r loved ones poot
the ball field is vacant
except the cities dead shrubs
your feet dread the morning
when they hit the cold tub
there's no life around
you feel not alive
and after we fall back
it gets dark before five
say hello to your breath
you'll see again today
say "goodbye to your nose"
and "ill feel you in may"
winter, oh winter
why stinketh you must ?
by the time its december
ill spontaneously combust
the dogs water is frozen
icicles on his tail
you must get fully drest
just to go get the mail
winter brings the holidays
to work we don't go
how nice to vacation
when it's twenty below
so say goodbye to your naybers
"see you in the yard come spring
and if u see my house on fire
please give me a ring"
oh christmas tree oh christmas tree
the hole house up, u did stank
for now i guess id better go
theres egg nogg to be drank.
-bularki ramos
this rhyme was bursted while imprisoned in a gov cubical in 1997 |
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| deencrow |
| Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:04 pm |
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| Indiana Girl |
| Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 3:46 pm |
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Old Crow
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AMEN!! Winter sucks.  |
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| GumboStu |
| Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:20 pm |
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*Irish Stew*
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Location: Joe's Cornfield
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that's fine burstin' there, bularki.
keep your pipes warm this winter  |
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| indeedinoditsistern |
| Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:35 am |
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*Garfunkled*
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Location: Hokes Bluff AL.
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| thanx. summa yall burst one out here. |
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| GumboStu |
| Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:53 am |
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*Irish Stew*
Joined: 03 Oct 2007
Posts: 3666
Location: Joe's Cornfield
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Once upon a time
there was a little rhyme
and it sat in the middle of my shoe
and when i turned around
it made a little sound
like Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! WOO!
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| indeedinoditsistern |
| Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:11 pm |
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*Garfunkled*
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Location: Hokes Bluff AL.
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nice. powerful stuff there stuburt. heres one i bursted while bored at wk a coupla years ago. i thank it could make a good story for a welch/rawlings tune...
CRAP...the whole shabang. uncensored.
-by bularki ramos
life is like a bole of cherries
skippin thru the woods an pickin berries
swim in the waters so cool and sweet
but here comes parannahs biting my feet
then theres a shark so sleek but so fierce
and into my ribcage his bicuspids pierce
then the anaconda slips into the deep
and swallows me up leaving only my feet
my toes were awarded to the young snapping turtles
and the old ladies gathered to wash out their girdles
and down the waters my tonails were seen
so they got them all out and painted them green
and used them during thier crafts and their arts
and my colored tonails became doll body parts
so i do live on in some odd twisted way
and the spoiled girls will gather in the grasses today
lay out their dolls and accessories to trade
and the hightest thang goin is the tonails i made
won by Terra (not holy but well mannered)
and the tonails she took and to her dolls hammered
but at the royal doll wedding the brides green visor did fall
and into the candy the tonail did crawl
and by a craving of chocolate terra's sister was drawn
so she ate down the morsel with the tonail ingrown
she choked and she choked till she fell on the ground
and the people of the village all gathered around
and wept ore her grave as shes laid to rest
with my nail down there deep inside of her chest
and there ended my bodys reign on this earth
that is until its predictable rebirth
when a hundred years later two thugs and their tools
picked out a grave and dug hoping for jewels
what happend next you can make up in song
cuz this whacked out tale is too bloody long. |
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| The whistle knows my name |
| Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:19 pm |
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| Nice indeed. |
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| GumboStu |
| Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 3:01 pm |
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*Irish Stew*
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Location: Joe's Cornfield
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That's as mad as a fish  Did you email it to Gill and Dave, yet?
This is a song from 07 - Demon Eyes
I want to know my Demons - want to see them walk
Get the journey started - get to hear them talk
Get to hear the silence - of the Earth unmoved
Call for the verdict and find out what I proved
There are Demons in the shadows behind every thought
Disturbance in the Ether of the Overwrought
I once thought calmness was the only way to pray
But the jungle eyes glitter each and every way
You turn on the tap and then you turn the key
There's a whole world turning that we don't see
there's a desperation building - there's a growing need
And one last test that might just set you free
There's something 'bout a Demon that you can't hold
If you think he's Mighty or he's got no Soul
Something 'bout a Demon that you can't deny
One way or another, well, he's gonna watch you die
Tear you Heart out - Bang your chest
You're gonna have to Dance, so dance your best
There's one last face in the Mirror of Dreams
you got to dig deeper, though, to find out what it means
Underneath the covers - behind the mask
the only question that you ever get to ask
spins around and talks - to you somehow
Gotta find the answer - gotta find the answer NOW!
coz you're deep down dirty and there's no time to think
You covered all the exits but you don't dare blink
the answers are written on the inside of your Soul
and they ain't worth having til the last Drumroll
One last thing in the morning light
one last echoing taste of the night
One last thought before the light of day
One last Sacrificial Lamb on the Altar of pain. |
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| jahnee |
| Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:38 pm |
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Charlie
Joined: 19 Nov 2004
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Location: NW Indiana
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Hot milk
Mmmm...tweak my nipple
Champagne and ripple
Shamans go cripple
My sales go triple
We drop lobotomy beats
Evaporated meats
On hi-tech street
We go solo
Dance floors and talk shows
Hot dogs, No Doz
Hot Sex in back rows
I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good
Expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene
Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak
People look so snooty
Take pills make them moody
Automatic bzooty
Zero to tutti fruitti
Sex in the halls
Niagra Falls
Local shopping malls receive
Anonymous calls
Hot like a cheetah
Neon mamacita
Eat at tacoria
Pop lockin' beats from Korea
Looking like jail bait
Selling lots of real estate
Looking like a hot date
Banging like an 808
Do you want to feel this?
Do you want to feel this?
Norman Schwartzkoff
Something tells me you want to go home
Champagne, bibles
Custom clothes you own
Calling up from special area codes
Hollywood nuns with the Hollywood phones
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
I'll tell you what you want
If you want to know
Satin sheets
Tropical oils
Turn up the heat
Till the swimming pool boils
Let all the neighbors
Read it in the papers
Making all those gentlemen cry
Realistic tears
Jockin my Mercedes
Probably have my baby
Shop at Old Navy
He wish he was a Lady |
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| indeedinoditsistern |
| Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 8:58 pm |
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*Garfunkled*
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Location: Hokes Bluff AL.
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stu, when i first red that i thawt u were sayin it was a welch/rawlings song. im multitastkin rite now but i caint wait to really sit and check this out. and jahnee, yours be a sultry one eh. whered that come from??
ye haw |
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| lbrod |
| Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 7:05 pm |
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Location: Beneath Pacheco Pass
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| "He wish he was a lady". Jahnee, you could have been walking the streets of San Francisco with me after the Fillmore shows. |
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| indeedinoditsistern |
| Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:38 am |
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*Garfunkled*
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Location: Hokes Bluff AL.
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stu, i listened to a lota yo stuff the other nite. nice. where do u get the percussion? Jahnee, im still wonderin where you came up withat rime.
i keep findin stuff in my old, old emails like this from jan 06', again bored at wk..
and now ima be sangin a song. its called Mamma My Pants Is Bursted.
Maaaaaaaaaaama my pants, theys bursted
bursted oh yes dear mama they be
git out yer sowin kit mammaaaaaaaa
but it saves me time when i gotsta pee
so i say again my pants is bursted
is they rotten or jest not my size?
i gots to get me a new zipper
one that supports my wide thighs
oh please tell of the sweet times
when my pants bursted they wernt
cause i cry whenere i thanks about it
whoever buyed these britches got burnt
oh mama i think i just throw em
out the winder with the morning flap jacks
but i gots to be sure i am ready
for the dumpster divers wont give em back
oh mama dont cry ore my noodness
all i gots me is what the lord blest me wid
and i am a white anglo saxon
and usin only one fanger im hid
oh mama my buttox is so white
like the paper in that thare fone book
that is of corse long before
to the outhouse the book has been took |
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| GumboStu |
| Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:16 am |
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*Irish Stew*
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Location: Joe's Cornfield
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Ha! That's my favourite so far
The percussion is sometimes me and sometimes loops. There's a good "Drums in Demand" set, and a great 100% donation to benefit Katrina victims from Spectronics that still available. |
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| jahnee |
| Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 12:50 pm |
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| jahnee |
| Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:59 pm |
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Charlie
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Ok so i came up with a drunken ryme.......Its about my ex gal who i adored for 12 years...Bare with me
Dont know what i seen
Im drunk on Beam
1,000 eyes just starin at me
my minds in wreck
about to check
in a sec, if i got
all my cards in a deck
No i dont, not now and i wont
before the sun comes up and my ass is broke
all i can do is just keep on keepin
remembering what happened and i keep on weepin
Ya told me ya loved me, ya told me ya cared
i remenice about the good times we shared
i loved ya girl, ya know i did and still do
kept true to you i wish you was true to me too
But you just had to lie
over and over again
why didnt you just tell me that it was over
right there and then?
I told you i didnt like him from the start, he was a weasel
he tried to win you from me, right from the start
but you just played it off, said he was kind at heart
And i believed you, cause my heart and soul needed you....
I needed you......
You kept me goin, thinkin i was on top of the world
i had it all, you were my best friend and my girl
Then you got caught, and it was you that was weepin
Hope you had fun, now its me thats leavin
All that said, all that true
Girl ya still know that i love you
Gonna be hard to take ya back, bring you in
if you ever want to go at it again....
So i tip this glass to you
when you gonna make this new man blue?
gonna terrorise his ass like ya fuckin did with me?
hope ya dont, and ya set the little weasel free......
Maybe someday girl you'll realise
The stars were not there for your eyes
they were there for both me and you
free your mind, your troubles
and your heart will follow you...... |
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| GumboStu |
| Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 2:46 am |
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*Irish Stew*
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| Amen, brother. Amen. |
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| indeedinoditsistern |
| Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 3:04 pm |
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*Garfunkled*
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nice burst. yall make mine seem lightwate. so i post up a more serius one today.
stu im set in the drum dept. just rarely do u hear them from machines where they dont sound corny but u'rs are swell. i use a sampler. we should collaberate sometime.
From: bularki
Sent: Tuesday, December 07, 2004 11:23 AM
To: XXXXX
Subject: windbreaker
i know it deep
inside my hart
fore this dayz ore
somebody'll phart
u can say darn it
or geez louize
but fore the days ore
somebody'll cut cheese
its undeniable
the point is moot
fore this dayz over
sombody'll poot
no use complainin
no need for huffin
fore this dayz over
somebody'll cut a muffin |
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| pittsyltucky |
| Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 3:07 pm |
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| Done and DONE... brrrrrrrrrIP. |
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| lbrod |
| Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:17 pm |
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| Brings a tear to my eye, as they often do. |
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| indeedinoditsistern |
| Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 1:39 pm |
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*Garfunkled*
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Location: Hokes Bluff AL.
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about a boss's garbage i used to take out. USED to take out. PS its gross.
Quote: From: bularki
Sent: Tuesday, December 07, 2004 1:24 PM
Subject: pUKEING GROSS
a true story.
wat makes a man a man?
spittin lugies in a can?
hear him talkin on the horn
the next parts gross
so be forewarned:
i hear the sound
of rockets of snot
i think to myself
WELL SURELY NOT
during lunch 1,
i go to peer in
into the can,
the garbage bin
i cant get it out of
my mind it wont go
i see it in my head
and i just want to throw
up. i mean
get it out of my head
makes me want
to kill the man dead
there is no liner bag
for them to confide
those lugies were strewn
all over the sides
of the garbage can
that i empty each day
makes me wanna puke
my curdes and my whey.
please tell me im dreamin
its all so morose
all that i know is
its just "puking" GROSS.
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