sometimes to save a tree, you gotta eliminate a bush.
post subtitle: naming waste after waste...
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San Francisco Public Utilities Commission
The Oceanside Treatment Plant, which some San Franciscans would like to rename for President Bush.
A San Francisco measure seeking to commemorate President Bush's years in office by slapping his name on a city sewage plant has qualified for the November ballot.
The measure certified Thursday would rename the Oceanside Water Pollution Control Plant the George W. Bush Sewage Plant.
Backers say the idea is to commemorate the mess they claim Bush has left behind by actions such as the war in Iraq.
Local Republicans say the plan stinks and they will oppose it.
Tender Mercies is a 1983 film which tells the story of a recovering alcoholic country singer whose relationships with a young widow and her son help to turn his life and career around. It stars Robert Duvall, Tess Harper, Betty Buckley, Wilford Brimley, Ellen Barkin and Lenny Von Dohlen. The movie was filmed in the Dallas, Texas area (specifically near the town of Waxahachie in Ellis County, Texas, where another well known picture, Places in the Heart was also filmed.)
during the course of the script, the words 'the wings of a dove' popped up.
i started singing...
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On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove
When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, He doesn't forget us He sends down His love On the wings of a dove
(credited to many)
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he requested i cease to sing....fuck you numb nuts...i'm alive with pop culture...you are dead, cloistered in your historical documents...
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in our conversations we do a lot of hurrummphs... (translated, that means, eat shit)
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i thought of a related song and sang louder...
Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove With a love big as the sky Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove With a love that couldn't die
Runnin' Bear dove in the water Little White Dove did the same And they swam out to each other Through the swirling stream they came As their hands touched and their lips met The ragin' river pulled them down Now they'll always be together In that happy hunting ground
(johnny preston)
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if you don't shut that singing shit up, i'll bolt the door...
...don't let it hit you in the ass...
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Well I hear you in the morning... And I hear you... At nightfall... Sometime to be near you... Is to be unable... to hear you... My love... I'm a few years older than you...
Just like the white winged dove... Sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
(stevie nicks)
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jack, are you pissed off enuff yet....?
get the fuck outta here, i love singing...
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How can u just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (so cold) Maybe Im just 2 demanding Maybe Im just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother Shes never satisfied (shes never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry
Touch if u will my stomach Feel how it trembles inside Youve got the butterflies all tied up Don't make me chase u Even doves have pride
my sister slapped me in my face today... i deserved it.
regarding your recent posts bro....
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Dear Lucille,
Can’t come to your porch swing pity party today. I’m too busy waxing my bikini line and frosting my hair. I’ve decided hanging with Liz has been high heeled shoes Ritter with fish net stockings is much more fun than Diet Rite Cola served with an abundance of whine. She’s teaching me to laugh while mixing a martini and how to give a good blowjob…tools I can use to be a happy person!
"the midnight train is whining low i've never seen a night so long when time crawls so slowly by the moon just went behind a cloud to hide it's face and cry."
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"...hanks voice, untrained and 'country' as it was, contained a a sincerety and delivery that held an individual or an entire audience spellbound. most agree that noone ever did a hank williams song better than hank himself."
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i'm in the van again with charles kurault not knowing what we'll find just around the bend...
we've got cd players and north star and videos and all that sort of shit.
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"jambolaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo...and a fruit jar full of moonshine... let's be gay o."
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"hey good lookin' what you got cookin' how's about cookin' up a new recipe with me...
i've got a hot rod ford and a two dollar bill... i know a place just over the hill..."
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there ain't nothing wrong with me that holding my son in my arms won't cure.
"take these chains from heart" and set me free....
lyle lovett on the rotisserie right now with his '07 release with the same title.
Post Subtitle: musicology 103
lyle grew up in sharpstown, a suburb of houston.
he has tall hair, and very big feet...did i mention he can write an incredeble texas looney tune?...
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"Three in the front seat they sat on each side That green-and-white 58 Fairlane it would glide Down farm roads past open fields seeming like no big deal As it was happening I never felt a thing
But now looking back it seems like it was everything Singing with mom just so we could hear ourselves sing Stealing a drink from the cold can in daddy's lap Protected by only a small thin brown paper sack
And the wind blew the echoes of long-faded voices And they'd sing me a song that the old cowboys sang And I didn't know what the words meant or anything I was just singing because I was supposed to"
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hank williams was on the radio...we all sang...i was the kid in the middle...sang my heart out...i loved the ride and the music...but mostly they hit each other in that 56 chevy with the windows open and traffic oncoming...they hated themselves...i ceased to sing...crawled into the back seat...laid in the foot well...scaired to fukkin death.
i didn't cry at thier funerals.
i was glad.
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the first girl i married got me pregnant...took the boy and girl on up to massechussettes to marry the woman she loved...demanded child support without rights...couldn't afford to hire attornies in her court of jurisdiction...she won without a fight...all involved lost.
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did i mention lyle has a big belt buckle... handcrafted from a buick hupcap. he's a big fan of frummholz and townes van zandt and guy clark and willis alan ramsey and robert earl keen and hank and many others...
did i mention his root?
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as far as i'm concernded jesse jackson and al sharpton ought to go to californa and get married...they deserve each other...both have done more to perpetuate pejudice than absolve it...
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i think my daddy would've loved lyle... alas he's long dead i think my son would've loved me, alas, he doesn't know me.
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it might not be a big deal to you, but it's a very big deal to me...
i ain't gonna talk about dr john or professor longhair. or beausoliel or jo-el sonnier or none of that zydeco shit...tho it's all in my collection. (and much more)
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"It's just a country town but patients come From Mobile to Moline from miles around Nagodoches to New Orleans In beat-up old cars or in limousines To meet the doctor of soul, he's got his very own thing
Two degrees in be-bop, a PHD in swing He's the master of rhythm he's a rock and roll king "
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if you've ever ate bignets at the cafe dumond or a muffaleto from a bit further up bourbon street and didn't fall in love with the music...i don't think you was really there.
if it wasn't for being with a woman i'd gone home with that boy baking in the sun in the center of the circle of very red crawfish....
the subject for this lesson:lowell george(alas, dead) btw:the dave matthews is much better than the cost of a peep show the one armed bandit was born on a moonless night, rejected by his mother and father...raised by his grandmother...but she up and fukkin died...
she taught him how to dance...
gravedigger, make mine shallow so's i can feel the rain and see the one eyed fish as it washes onto the beach...
Lowell George Era (1969-1979) George had met Payne when George was a member of Frank Zappa's Mothers of Invention. Payne had auditioned for the Mothers, but had not joined. They were backed by former Mothers' bassist Roy Estrada and drummer Richie Hayward from George's previous band, The Factory. The name of the band came from a comment made by Mothers' drummer Jimmy Carl Black about Lowell's literally "little feet." The spelling of "feat" was a nod to The Beatles.
There are three legends about the genesis of Little Feat. One has it that George showed Frank Zappa his song "Willin'", and that Zappa fired him from The Mothers, because he felt that George was too talented to merely be a member of his band, and told him he ought to go away and form his own band. The second version has Zappa firing him for playing a 15 minute guitar solo - with his amplifier off. The third version says that Zappa fired him because "Willin'" contains drug references ("weed, whites and wine") - George often introduced the song as the reason he was asked to leave the Mothers. In any version, Zappa was instrumental in getting George and his new band a record contract. Ironically, when "Willin'" was recorded for the first, eponymous Little Feat album, George had hurt his hand and could not play the song's slide part, so Ry Cooder sat in and played the part. This was one reason why "Willin'" was re-recorded and included on their second album Sailin' Shoes. Sailin' Shoes was also the first Little Feat album to include cover art by Neon Park, who had painted the cover for Zappa's Weasels Ripped My Flesh.
In August 1977, Little Feat recorded a live album from gigs at The Rainbow Theatre in London and Lisner Auditorium in Washington, DC. Waiting For Columbus is considered by many rock music critics to be one of the best live albums of all time,
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(includeing me)
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I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin' Out on the road late at night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light Alice, Dallas Alice
I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin'
I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still... willin' Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I'm still
And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin
