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I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
22 years ago to keep it on track
The birth of a child on the 8th of October
A toast but my granddaddy came sober
Countin all the fingers and the toes
Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh
18 years younger than my mama
But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama
In single parenthood there I stood
By the time she was 21, had another one
This one's a girl, let's name her Pam
Same father as the first but you don't give a damn
Irresponsible, plain not thinking
Papa said chill but the brother keep winking
Still he won't down you or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without no spouse
Momma's gettin married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother Queen's risin a chapter
Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do
When they reminisce over you, my God
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 22:09 (nineteen years ago) link
It was a fateful night under a moon
crept from the studio Shannon Hoon
Even though he could have been a felon
He was the singer for Blind Melon
I don't even remember why he was killed like a cat
(crash or an overdose or something like that)
but there was no rain on the ground where he lay
on that sad and frightful day
Shannon Hoon, the rock singer in Blind Melon, died
Shannon Hoon, the rock singer in Blind Melon, died
Shannon Hoon, the rock singer in Blind Melon, died
― Clitoris O'RamItIn (Roger Fidelity), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 22:26 (nineteen years ago) link
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
All Elvis wanted was to have a good shite
But he snuffed it on the pan
He snuffed it on the pan
Oh unlucky man
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
Someone's gonna have to clean up that mess alright
If it takes all night.
― Masked Gazza, Thursday, 19 May 2005 02:14 (nineteen years ago) link
six years pass...
five years pass...
Fuck, I'm a terrible person, sorry. The Kirsty MacColl one is worse though, that's my excuse.
It was the fearful eve' of the twenty-second of November
Which Michael Hutchence will not be able to remember
In the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Double Bay, Sydney
Was a sight as terrible as any in a film by Scott, Ridley
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
His snake skin belt was all knotted and the buckle was broken
He must have been feeling that the lord God had spoken
With his success in INXS he was laughing all the way to the bank
Oh if only he had not been tempted by that stranglewank
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
Ahhh ahh ahh
Oooh oooh oooh
― Camaraderie at Arms Length, Wednesday, 31 August 2016 21:46 (seven years ago) link
And what of Johnny Ace?
Houston, Texas was the place
That .22 he called his friend
Would soon bring on his bitter end
He played Russian Roulette and he lost
He played Russian Roulette and he lost
A dangerous game, his life the cost
He played Russian Roulette and he lost
Curtis Tillman dabbed his eyes
That Oldsmobile he'll never drive
Was it suicide? Was it a reckless show?
Perhaps the world will never know
He played Russian Roulette and he lost
He played Russian Roulette and he lost
A dangerous game, his life the cost
He played Russian Roulette and he lost
― Neanderthal, Friday, 2 September 2016 03:20 (seven years ago) link
one year passes...