I'm Goin' Out Of My Head....

THE SHRINK · Jan 14, 2005

Identity,

This one's for you...:carto1710

My dingaling - Chuck Berry

When I was a little bitty boy

My grandmother bought me a cute little toy

Silver bells hanging on a string

She told it was my dingaling

When they took me to sunday school

They tried to teach me the golden rule

Ev'ry time the choir would sing

I'ld take out my dingalingT

Then they took me to grammar school

I used to stop off in the best of you

Ev'ry time that bell would ring

I'ld be playing with my dingaling

Humpty dumpty was on the wall

Humpty had an awfull fall

When they went to tell the king

Caught him playing with his dingaling

I remember the girl next door

We used to play house on the kitchenfloor

She'ld be the queen and I'ld be the king

Together we would play with my dingaling

This here song wasn't so bad

The cutest little song you've ever had

Those of you who will not sing

You must be playing with your own dingaling

Your dingaling, your dingaling

I saw your playing with your dingaling

My dingaling, my dingaling

I wanna play with my dingaling

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NickyDeuces · Jan 14, 2005

Thanks Shrink. That would be my song to Anna. Said she'd love me forever. Never knew forever could come and go so quick.

IDENTITY · Jan 14, 2005

kenny - forget it...... as i said, good luck sir.

:nono5: :suomi:

WorldNumberOne · Jan 14, 2005

someone needs to post the lyrics to "Highway to Hell" .

would be fitting for a few here..

THE SHRINK · Jan 14, 2005

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</IMG> AC/DC

Highway To Hell (1979)

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell
(Don't stop me)

And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell
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michael777 · Jan 14, 2005

how about old dominion's fight song,ken

arty:

wilheim · Jan 14, 2005

Remeberance from Nam - (kind of a unit theme song)

All Along the Watchtower written by Bob Dylan - performed by Jimi Hendrix:

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

wil.

THE SHRINK · Jan 14, 2005

Here's OUR fight song Michael....

I wish I was in land ob cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land whar' I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin',
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

CHORUS:
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!
In Dixie land, I'll take my stand to lib and die in Dixie;
Away, away, away down south in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.

Old Missus marry Will-de-weaber,
Willium was a gay deceaber; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
But when he put his arms around 'er
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber,
But dat did not seem to greab 'er;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Old Missus acted the foolish part,
And died for a man dat broke her heart,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

Now here's a health to the next old Missus,
And all the gals dat want to kiss us;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
But if you want to drive 'way sorrow,
Come and hear dis song to-morrow,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Dar's buckwheat cakes an' Injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

michael777 · Jan 14, 2005

OH MY GOD,THERE IT IS!!! :suomi:

THE SHRINK · Jan 14, 2005

No Michael, now HERE is my FAVORITE SONG...

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The Beatles

The Long And Winding Road 

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0](Lennon/McCartney)[/size][/font]

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[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]The long and winding road [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]that leads to your door[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Will never disappear[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]I've seen that road before [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]it always leads me here[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Leads me to your door[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]The wild and windy night[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]that the rain washed away[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Has left a pool of tears[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]crying for the day[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Why leave me standing here, [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]let me know the way[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Many times I've been alone [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]and many times I've cried[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Anyway you'll never know [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]the many ways I've tried[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]And still they lead me back[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]to the long and winding road[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]You left me standing here [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]a long, long time ago[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Don't leave me waiting here, [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]lead me to you door[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]But still they lead me back[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]to the long and winding road[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]You left me standing here [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]a long, long time ago[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Don't keep me waiting here [/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0](Don't keep me wait),[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]lead me to you door[/size][/font]

[font=verdana, times new roman][size=+0]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[/size][/font]

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michael777 · Jan 14, 2005

shrink,you sent me to the medicine cabinet with this thread,i just took a valium, good night :bed: ,come up with a colonial conferance play on saturday and we will all be singing a happy tune :dancefool

THE SHRINK · Jan 14, 2005

Another Favorite Written DEC. 29TH...

<CENTER>The Cat's in the Cradle</CENTER>

<CENTER>A child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.
Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,
I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,
Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
"Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."</CENTER>

<CENTER>~ ~ ~</CENTER>

This song is awfully sad, isn't it? More sad is the fact that the situation described is probably more common in families today than we realize. The following counsels are for fathers who find themselves caught up with their work and business activities that there is no time left for their families.

"Fathers should spend time with their children. The average father wastes many golden opportunities to attract and bind his children to him. Upon returning home from his business, he should find it a pleasant change to spend some time with his children.

"Fathers should unbend from their false dignity, deny themselves some slight self-gratification in time and leisure, in order to mingle with the children, sympathizing with them in their little troubles, binding them to their hearts by the strong bonds of love, and establishing such an influence over their expanding minds that their counsel will be regarded as sacred.

"Fathers, spend as much time as possible with your children. Seek to become acquainted with their various dispositions, that you may know how to train them in harmony with the word of God. Never should a word of discouragement pass your lips. Do not bring darkness into the home. Be pleasant, kind, and affectionate toward your children, but not foolishly indulgent. Let them bear their little disappointments, as every one must. Do not encourage them to come to you with their petty complaints of one another. Teach them to bear with one another and to seek to maintain each other's confidence and respect." --Happiness Homemade, page 71.

Children, especially young boys, look to their fathers as role models. They want to grow up to be just like them. Here's a poem that should bring to the minds of fathers the important role they play in the lives of their children:

<CENTER>There are little eyes upon you,
and they're watching night and day;
There are little ears that quickly
take in every word you say.

There are little hands all eager
to do everything you do.
And a little boy who's dreaming
of the day he'll be like you.

You're the little fellow's idol...
you're the wisest of the wise.
In his little mind, about you
no suspicions ever rise.

He believes in you devoutly,
holds that all you say and do
He will say and do in your way,
when he is grown up like you.

There's a wide-eyed little fellow
who believes you're always right,
And his ears are always open,
and he watches day and night.

You are setting an example
every day in all you do.
For the little boy who's waiting
to grow up to be like you.

--Author Unknown</CENTER>

The other point to consider concerns the statement the father had made about having an 11-room home and that his wife was partly an invalid due to overwork raising the kids. The first thing that comes to my mind about an 11-room home is maintenance--keeping it tidy and orderly. He did not mention hired help, and he was holding two 40-hour jobs, so I assumed that the poor mother did all the cleaning of the house, plus cooking, doing laundry, shopping, etc. She was an invalid not because of raising the kids, which should be a privilege and a joy, but because of overwork cleaning and managing a mansion. Makes you wonder: Could they not have settled for a four or five bedroom house?

The following counsels are appropriate:

"The strength of the mother should be tenderly cherished. Instead of spending her precious strength in exhausting labor, her care and burdens should be lessened. Often the husband and father is unacquainted with the physical laws which the well-being of his family requires him to understand. Absorbed in the struggle for a livelihood, or bent on acquiring wealth and pressed with cares and perplexities, he allows to rest upon the wife and mother burdens that overtax her strength at the most critical period and cause feebleness and disease." Ministry of Healing, page 373-374.

"Many a husband and father might learn a helpful lesson from the carefulness of the faithful shepherd Jacob, when urged to undertake a rapid and difficult journey, made answer: 'The children are tender, and the flocks and herds with young are with me: and if men should overdrive them one day, all the flock will die...I will lead on softly, according as the cattle that goeth before me and the children be able to endure.' Gen. 33:13,14.

"Let the husband aid his wife by his sympathy and unfailing affection. If he wishes to keep her fresh and gladsome, so that she will be as sunshine in the home, let him help her bear her burdens. His kindness and loving courtesy will be to her a precious encouragement, and the happiness he imparts will bring joy and peace to his own heart..." --Happiness Homemade, page 69.

If the father who wrote to Ann Landers had been acquainted with the above counsels and heeded them, his experiences would have been greatly different, wouldn't it? He would have nurtured and cultivated his relationship with his wife and children. He would have bound them to his heart by the strong bonds of love that should last through the years.

<CENTER>And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"Let's go to the park, son; let's not delay.
Get your ball, bat and gloves, let's go.
We'll have a good time, son, today!" </CENTER>

DarrylParsons · Jan 14, 2005

BEASTIE BOYS LYRICS

"Rhymin & Stealin"

Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest

[chorus]
Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'

Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face

[repeat chorus]

Ali Baba and the forty thieves

Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking
Ho ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage

[repeat chorus]

I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun
I fought the law and I cold won
Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded - I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate

[repeat chorus]

panther · Jan 14, 2005

ken

so my thread was deleted

lol

panther

Noreaga+ · Jan 14, 2005

Noreaga " Super thug "

Aiyyo, we light a candle
Run laps around the english channel
Neptunes, I got a cockerspaniel
We on the run now, yo, it aint no fun now
And where I go, you niggas cant even come now
You aint the law, nigga, break it, I dont care
And when ya get caught, remember that I dont care
N.O.R.E., nuthin but the atmosphere
Yo for now we on the run, yo if that aint clear
Weak niggas wanna stick, you but that aint fair
You we down in vegas, money, skies too courageous
And yo, Im on the run, but still rip stages
And call me animal thug, when Im in cages
I used to proof phrases, rolled dice with no aces
Now Im just included in the oasis
Gotta take faces, no time for car races
Check my SkyTel, I got five pages
CHORUS
Verse 2:

Dante · Jan 14, 2005

THE SHRINK said:
This is what gambling does to me...:Guitarman

Well, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Over you, Over you (The team I bet on)

Goin' out of my head over you (You Loser)
Out of my head over you Out of my head day and night
Night and day and night, Wrong or right (Usually wrong)
Night and day and night
Wrong or right, day or night
everyday, every, every day.....
and night....

The end....:digit:

THE SHRINK

day job Shrinage..keep your day job sir:smoker2: :icon_conf

NickyDeuces · Jan 15, 2005

jjgold said:
Athletes like myself don't drink. FYI I just did 30 push-ups very easily

:muscles: JJ, you da man. Rock on! :bed:

RobFunk · Jan 15, 2005

Yeah runnin' down a dream
that never would come to me
workin' on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
runnin' down a dream

TRUEVALUE · Jan 15, 2005

KID ROCK LYRICS

"Only God Knows Why"

I've been sittin here
Tryin to find myself
I get behind myself
I need to rewind myself
Lookin for the payback
Listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me
And I feel like number one
Yet I'm last in line
I watch my youngest son
And it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollar bills, but still I feel the same
Everybody knows my name
They say it way out loud
A lot of folks **** with me
It's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay
To be some big shot like I am
Out strecthed hands and one night stands
Still I can't find love

And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

Yeah
As it...hey

And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

People don't know about the things I say and do
They don't understand about the **** that I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long
Maybe I forgot all things I miss
Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this
I said it too many times
And I still stand firm
You get what you put in
And people get what they deserve
Still I ain't seen mine
No I ain't seen mine
I've been giving just ain't been gettin
I've been walking that there line
So I think I'll keep a walking
With my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why

Only God
Only God
Only God knows why, why, why, why
Only God...knows...why, why, why
Only God knows why
Take me to the river edge
Take me to the river, hey hey hey

not another 0-4 night

TRUEVALUE · Jan 15, 2005

Words and music by bob seger

It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janey was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio playlng low
And the secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
Till there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove

And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then

Against the wind
We were runnin’ against the wind
We were young and strong, we were runnin’
Against the wind

And the years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded bv stranners I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was living to run and running to live
Never worried about paying or even how much I owed
Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searchin’
Searching for shelter again and again
Against the wind
A little something against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter against the wind

Well those drifters days are past me now
I’ve got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out

Against the wind
I’m still runnin’ against the wind
Well I’m older now and still
Against the wind