bobbynichols
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... vroooooom
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... flash
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... desire
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... disarray
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... general confusion
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... Macadamia................. a college for nuts
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... chain gang
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Sounds like a slogan
... jingle
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fat guys in red suits, rabbits
... googassocileation... (goog-ass'-o-ci-le-a'-tion: my nonce word for the day; created by combining the verb 'google' with 'association')
... as in: nothing came to mind with the above clues in the form of word association; ergo I resorted to googassocileation and found Alex Anderson & Jay Ward.......... creators of both: "Dudley Do-Right" (fat guys in red suits being Royal Canadian Mounties), and "Crusader Rabbit"
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Be nice if they did more than slap his wrist and send him to bed with no supper
Nah... the Government will prolly give him a nice cushy job working for them; making more money and getting benies to boot.
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... Christmas, Easter,...
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... Valentine
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... Hart........... 6th grade (Ms./ Mrs./ Miss?). I had many fine teachers throughout my schooling, (though none seem to stand out from college), and she was the best.
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... pizza
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... bland
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I usually listen to a station on DSS television called 'Audio Visions'... channel 856 out my way. I think its a feed from XM radio that DSS television uses for all its music genres.
I turn off the tube and play the DSS feed through my DVD player system. Their music is mostly what people would call background (calming) mood music, I guess. They play some Enya and Moby once in a while and will mix in some Indian and American Indian and "spacey" stuff... the station is very eclectic in its selections.
Right now the selection is by David Nichtern called "Simplicity" from his "At Ease" cd... it's an acoustic guitar and violin mix.
And now a harp and light orchestral mix with an 'Ave Maria' vocal... heavenly.
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... Pike's
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... Bobby McGee
"Me & Bobby McGee" / Artist(Band):Janis Joplin
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold.
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la Bobby McGee.
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la.
La La la, la la la la la la,
La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.
Lord, I'm calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I'm calling my lover just the best I can,
C'mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby McGee, yeah,
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
Yeah! Whew!
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.
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... toddler
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... woman
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... dearth............... 'dearth' defined
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... Kenny Rogers
"The Gambler"/Kenny Rogers
"On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done."
Word Association Thread Part V
in Open Chat
Posted
... contention