Topic: The Bar Angel..... | |
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Many immigrants here from my old kingdom......remember the Bar Angel
Re-opened in new part of town....for the regulars...and for our new friends... Come on in...have a drink.....tell us about your day.... Beware of the sexy ass barkeeps and barmaids..... BAR'S OPEN YA'LL........ Who's on the mic first today? |
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Guess it's up to me to sing the first one at our Grand Opening...
Once again...the Charlie One Horse cowboy hat appears from under the bar.....and the headset mic....... how about some Rascall Flats..... Way on down to Southern Alambama with the guitars jamming that's where were headed straight up to Butte, Montana singin' "Lord I was born a ramblin' man" California to Oregon Even New York City got one or two hillbillies ready to hit the road (chrous) It's a brother and a sister kinda of thang raise up your hands if you all wanna to hang with me and my gang we live to ride, we ride to live me and my gang , jump on that train grab hold of them reigns we're gonna rock this thang, **** this thang me and my gang, Yeah - Me and my gang We got hippies, gypsies, freaks and geeks High class women in daisy duke denim bangin on gongs and singing our songs Dude named Elrock jammin' on an ipod beer and bonfires wide open throttle coors in a bottle It's all for one and one for all, y'all (chrous) It's a brother and a sister kinda of thang raise up your hands if you all wanna to hang with me and my gang we live to ride, we ride to live me and my gang , jump on that train grab hold of them reigns we're gonna rock this thang, **** this thang me and my gang, Yeah - Me and my gang Yeha - Woo! Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na,Na |
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Excellent Burt. Now hand over a bottle of rum!
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FESTIS...BRO..BIG BEAR HUG......Good to see ya here brotha.....
How about some Don Q Rum? Direct from Puerto Rico.....ENJOY |
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Gimme!!!!! Carch ya later bro!
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ummmmmmm hey .. i remember this place..
I pretended I'm glad you went away These four walls closin' more every day And I'm dying inside And nobody knows it but me Like a clown I put on a show The pain is real even if nobody knows And I'm crying inside And nobody knows it but me Why didn't I say The things I needed to say How could I let my angel get away Now my world is just a tumblin' down I can say it so clearly But you're nowhere around The nights are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about The love that we had And I'm missin' you And nobody knows it but me I carry a smile when I'm broken in two And I'm nobody without someone like you I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me I lie awake it's a quarter past three I'm screamin' at night as if I thought You'd hear me Yeah my heart is callin' you And nobody knows it but me How blue can I get You could ask my heart But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart A million words couldn't say just how I feel A million years from now you know I'll be lovin' you still The nights are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about The love that we had And I'm missin' you And nobody knows it but me Tomorrow mornin' I'm hitting the dusty road Gonna find you wherever, ever you might go I'm gonna unload my heart and hope you come back to me Said when the nights are lonely... The nights are lonely, the days are so sad And I just keep thinkin' about The love that we had And I'm missin' you And nobody knows it but me |
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Gee Dana...thought you would recognize the place.....
Who's up next? |
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I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain. I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home. Well I'm going home. The miles are getting longer, it seems, The closer I get to you. I've not always been the best man or friend for you. But your love, remains true. And I don't know why. You always seem to give me another try. So I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, [ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ] And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old. Be careful what you wish for, 'Cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, And then some you don't want. Be careful what you wish for, 'Cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, yeah. Oh, well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old. I said these places and these faces are getting old. So I'm going home. I'm going home. |
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Bro, I´ve had some of that rum now and it reminds me of my old
mother-in-law. It kicks and screams but it´s kinda nice when it has settled in |
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nice work.I just opened a 30 pack!! yayy!
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hooo raaahhhhh....
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Oh wait...the hotelbar just opened!
Think I´ll be the sneaky devil and swwwwoooosh my way in there muahahaha! Oh well... |
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<==== Walks in hoping to get a Shirley Temple....."Anyone here???"
"Echo! Echo! Echo!" Dang, they closed up early!!! |
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No worried little lady, we were out pissing on the dumpster on tha back.
Shirley temple? Alrighty then...girlydrink for you! |
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thank you kind, festis ogre! Watch out for those dumpsters,
you never know what is lurking behind them... |
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what is this a party at angels
cool and showin the love to Freakers Ball by Dr. Hook album: Sloppy Seconds (1972), Well there's gonna be a freakers ball Tonight at the freakers hall And you know, you're invited one and all Come on babies grease your lips Grab your hats and swing your hips Don't forget to bring your whips We're going to the freakers ball Blow your whistle and bang your gong Roll up something to take along It feels so good it must be wrong We're freakin at the freakers ball Where all the fags and the dykes they're boogyin' together The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit you" The FBI are dancing with the junkies All the straights, are swinging with the funkies Across the floor and up the wall We're freakin at the freakers ball Yall, we're freakin at the freakers ball Everybody's kissing each other Brother with sister, son with mother Smear my body up with butter Take me to the freakers ball Pass that roach please and pour the wine I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine I'm gonna boogie till i go blind We're freakin at the freakers ball White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones The greatest of the sadist and the masochists too Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit you" Everybody's ballin' in batches Pyromaniacs striking matches I'm gonna itch me where it scratches Freaking at the freakers ball |
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yeah I found Burt sitting there with a bottle of Scotch.
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no way
what no way |
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WOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!...I'm darn thirsty.....Hey bartender pour me a Coors
Light will ya Pleeeeaaassseee!!!!!!!!! Hi Burt!!!!!!!! |
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