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congrats and so glad to see you back!!
you have been missed my friend(((hugs)))
you have been missed my friend(((hugs)))
been busy with work,,,,,,,, just wanted to stop in and say hello!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pepper's Coming Undone.
I'm surprised it hasn't before this.
Well... maybe it has, but I'm not tellin'.
I'm surprised it hasn't before this. Well... maybe it has, but I'm not tellin'.
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And a little Rob Zombie. Why not? Because the Pepper commands you.
Because the Pepper commands you.
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Good morning Weathercock: How did you fare last night?
Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright
When the leaves spin from October
and whip around your tail?
Did you shake from the blast, did you shiver through the gale?
Give us direction; the best of goodwill ---
Put us in touch with fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song ---
Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
Do you simply reflect changes in the patterns of the sky,
Or is it true to say the weather heeds the twinkle in your eye?
Do you fight the rush of winter; do you hold snowflakes at bay?
Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields and help him on his way?
Good morning Weathercock: make this day bright.
Put us in touch with your fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Point the way to better days we can share with you.
You're never too old to rock - n - roll........if you're too young to die
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.
If you want more beats for you buck there's no luck [4x]
Then there's no luck
Then again if you came for drama then I can't understand a
Music critics [2x]
Not afraid of a guy who'll tell you he's never been in a mix
Been in a mix [2x]
We're from the grassroots so big up to our friends
Every crew, every click, and every posse
Big up to all the heads not of hypocracy
You're a transistor
Lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That's what you are
Renegade sound system 311 [4x]
311
Brothers from another planet and here once again
Automatic [2x]
Quantam saints of the universe in a holographic
Cosmic remix [2x]
From the mysterious blue planet
We can breathe anywhere
Under water, out in space, and in LA
Your polluted air's no problem for these homeys
You're a transistor
Lightning resistor [2x]
Conducting to the mother star
That's what you are
You got to
You got to
You got to come original you got to come original
all entertainers come original
you got to come original you got to come original
all entertainers
hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
you got to represent you got come full range an'
full range of emotion full range of styles
when you come to town you'll have them comin' for miles and
Come original you got to come original
all entertainers come original
you got to come original you got to come original
all entertainers
hear why
Black Eyed Peas they comin' full range and
NOFX they comin' full range and
Roni Size he comin' full range
the one Mr. Vegas you know it ain't easy
A warning to the crews out there who think they're hot
if you're not original rockers you will get shot
down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did
eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
cause when the lightning flashes sweet electricity
all the world then stands revealed with the clarity
of raw voltage, briefly we see and the hope is
you'll be able to tell just what dope is
Come original you got to come original
all entertainers come original
you got to come original you got to come original
all entertainers
hear why
Funk slap bass mixed with the dancehall and
hip-hop beats and punk guitar and
deadly on the mic is the one SA
the name is 311 and you know it ain't easy, ha
(Come on, come on)
This is not a test there's no time to mope
how you gonna cope with radioactive isotope
and boss DJ illness upon you now quickly
infecting you fast upon the airwaves
this message brought to you by the so large system
activate and attune yourself with meditation
and green plants they've got mad life they're sentient
they're beautiful as you and they like to dance
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Everything we do we gotta come original
put your hands up in the air and prepare for battle
sit upon the rhythm like a tire upon a rim
we do it non-stop and then we do it again
some a them whine and some a them .....
they can not do it never switch
comin' up from the heart and
delivered with a wild pitch
sit up on top the rhythm like a wild stallion
this is the ruling system
Come original you got to come original
all entertainers come original
you got to come original you got to come original
all entertainers come original
you got to come original you got to come original
all entertainers come original
you got to come original you got to come original
all entertainers
Come original
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