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just a lil sumthin for your tuesday .....
Hi Redd & Everyone, hope y'all been doin fine & everthing
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Green River
Lyrics:
Met myself a comin' county welfare line.
I was feelin' strung out, hung out on the line.
Saw myself a goin', down to war in June.
All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song For ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
Got myself arrested, wound me up in jail.
Richmond 'bout to blow up, communication failed.
If you see the answer, now's the time to say.
All I want, all I want is to get you down and pray.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
(guitar solo)
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
Saw the people standin' thousand years in chains.
Somebody said it's diff'rent now, look, it's just the same.
Pharoahs spin the message, 'round and 'round the truth.
They could have saved a million people, How can I tell you?
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song For ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
(repeat x 2)
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Green River
Lyrics:
Met myself a comin' county welfare line.
I was feelin' strung out, hung out on the line.
Saw myself a goin', down to war in June.
All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song For ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
Got myself arrested, wound me up in jail.
Richmond 'bout to blow up, communication failed.
If you see the answer, now's the time to say.
All I want, all I want is to get you down and pray.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
(guitar solo)
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
Saw the people standin' thousand years in chains.
Somebody said it's diff'rent now, look, it's just the same.
Pharoahs spin the message, 'round and 'round the truth.
They could have saved a million people, How can I tell you?
Wrote a song for ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song For ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
(repeat x 2)
Hello, it's me
I've thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine
Seeing you
Or seeing anything as much as I do you
I take for granted that you're always there
I take for granted that you just don't care
Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through
It's important to me
That you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me
Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should
It's important to me
That you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me
Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should
Think of me...
Think of me...
Think of me
"Turn the Page" is about the emotional and social ups and downs of a rock musician's life on the road. Seger wrote it while touring with Teegarden & Van Winkle. Lyrics from: On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don't dare make a stand
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play
Later in the evening
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers
Ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
Rememberin' what she said
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
There I go
There I go
such great tunes SD!@!! so glad to see you!!! miss having you stop in ..but i know rl can keep us busy((((hugs)))
Hey folks! I just read the past five pages or so. Fun group, but it looks like I would gain weight just being here.
Thanks Redd! (((hugs))) 
I'll be around, you'll see! I hope you're doing good, a lil bird we know told me you weren't feeling very well? I wish you well sweet caring friend!
I'll be around, you'll see! I hope you're doing good, a lil bird we know told me you weren't feeling very well? I wish you well sweet caring friend! such great tunes SD!@!! so glad to see you!!! miss having you stop in ..but i know rl can keep us busy((((hugs)))
Frank Towns: Why give people false hope?
Liddle: Come on man.Most people spend their whole lives hanging on to hopes and dreams that are never going to come true but they hold on to them. Why are you going to give up on them now when you need them most?
Frank Towns: You are assuming I'm one of those people who has hopes and dreams.
Liddle: I find it hard to believe that a man who learns to fly never had a dream.
Frank Towns: Look, how can I let those people build that plane when I don't believe it will work? And, every day they waste trying to build it brings them one day closer to dying.
Liddle: I think a man only needs one thing in life. He just needs someone to love. If you can't give him that, then give him something to hope for. And if you can't give him that, just give him something to do.
[James tosses the water bottle back to Frank and walks away]
RHP
something for your wednesday listening pleasure......
The Tundra | Source
A Story Never Written
There is a famous story
Passed down from ancient times
About a man who could not see,
But was a brilliant mime.
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He grew up in the Tundra,
In a home that had no walls.
His smell and hearing were acute,
He knew all the creatures’ calls.
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He could imitate the movements
Of beasts he’d never seen,
And amazed the people of his clan
By interpreting their dreams.
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This man could walk, and run, and hunt
The way sighted people can,
And was famous as a prophet
For he could read the thoughts of man.
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His tribe were fearsome warriors
But he was a man of peace,
And his timely moderation
Often caused a war to cease.
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Though his strength was without question,
He could paddle a canoe,
Or throw a spear 100 yards,
And do the work of two.
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He also was a healer
Who could cure a stricken child,
And even resurrect the dead
With just a touch and smile.
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This man was known as Keto
And his fame it quickly spread,
How one who had no vision
Could raise people from the dead.
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He could sense the start of seasons,
Predict when snow would fall,
Knew when to plant the summer crop
As the rain came at his call.
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People traveled many miles
Braving heat or snow,
To seek advice or healing
From the fabled seer, Keto.
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Asking nothing for his service,
No payment or regress,
Except for one humble demand,
“Help another in distress!”
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No history books record his name,
And often written words are wrong.
But his story passed down verbally,
And through drawings, dance, and song.
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Do you believe this story
Of the blind seer called Keto?
Then this fiction poem has done its job,
And home my pen can go.
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