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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: JB73 on May 18, 2005, 12:35:41 PM
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A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I-face to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends on your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant.
Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine
We lost touch long ago
You lost weight I did not know
You could ever look so good after
So much time.
I remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
Brenda and Eddie were the
Popular steadies
And the king and the queen
Of the prom
Riding around with the car top
Down and the radio on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the
Parkway Diner
We never knew we could want more
Than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would
Always know how to survive.
Brenda and Eddy were still going
Steaday in the summer of '75
when they decided the marriage would
Be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
"Brenda you know you're much too lazy
Eddie could never afford to live that
Kind of life."
But there we were wavin' Brenda and
Eddie goodbye.
They got an apartment with deep
Pile carpet
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought
With the bread
They had saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears.
They lived for a while in a
Very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a matter
Of course
And they parted the closest
Of friends
Then the king and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again.
Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
Fromhe high to the low to
The end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to
The greasers
The best they could do was
Pick up the pieces
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by
That's all I heard about
Brenda nd Eddie
Can't tell you more than I
Told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda
And Eddie goodbye.
A bottle of red, aa bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian Restaurant.
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Are you smokin loco weed again?
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What song is that? I don't know it.
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pssst: billy joel - scenes from an Italian Restaurant
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Welp...time to fire up the ol' ignore feature again. Quoting Billy Joel lyrics is beyong gay- it is Luftweenie gay.
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hes Boy George..or is it George Michel..or is it Micheal Jackosn?
they all need to be strung up..
GHey Rainbow Warriors..Burn Bwotty Bwoys Burn
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Nothing wrong with Billy Joel. I just start to question a man's sanity when he posts the lyrics to an entire song (and not even a well known one at that) on a flight sim BBS in the middle of the day with no warning and no explanation. Couple of brain synapse misfires away from dancing down the sidewalk doing your best Gene Kelly.
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Originally posted by StarOfAfrica2
Nothing wrong with Billy Joel. I just start to question a man's sanity when he posts the lyrics to an entire song (and not even a well known one at that) on a flight sim BBS in the middle of the day with no warning and no explanation. Couple of brain synapse misfires away from dancing down the sidewalk doing your best Gene Kelly.
lol i was falling asleep at work (very slow here today) and that song came on my mp3 player.
cranked it, and got energitic ; )
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Originally posted by StarOfAfrica2
Nothing wrong with Billy Joel. I just start to question a man's sanity when he posts the lyrics to an entire song (and not even a well known one at that) on a flight sim BBS in the middle of the day with no warning and no explanation. Couple of brain synapse misfires away from dancing down the sidewalk doing your best Gene Kelly.
Prolonged celibacy will do this to a man.
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What's up with the ghey posting of lyrics lately... you guys that freaking bored?
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Bodhi, are you trying to be a big shot, big shot to show what you're about?
Well, I don't care any more cause it's my life- go to hell with your own life and leave me alone.
And if anybody calls me an Uptown Girl I'm putting them on ignore.
:mad:
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I'm sitting here in Allen town, and they're shutting all the factories down.
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Originally posted by NUKE
ignored: Thrawn, Toad, Gscholz, Nash, Beetle, Steve, Skuzzy, all JB's, Laz, LePaul, Nilsen, all WOT, Frenchy, Naso, Lada, Staga, Ripsnort, Sandman, MidnightTarget, Torque, Chairboy, Greencloud, bigsky, Furball, Bodhi, Boroda, Siaf, Modas, Gixer, Tronski, Ripper, Moot, DREDIOK, Suntracker....and growing
LMAO! You are soooo full of it!
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Bodhi whatever happened with that punk who parked the FM station SUV in the handicapped spot? Did you persue it or blow it off?
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got some letter saying they were pursuing it... doubt they did.
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Originally posted by Airhead
Bodhi, are you trying to be a big shot, big shot to show what you're about?
Well, I don't care any more cause it's my life- go to hell with your own life and leave me alone.
And if anybody calls me an Uptown Girl I'm putting them on ignore.
:mad:
lol, this confirms it, you are bored.
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i thought this was going to be about horses.
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Originally posted by JB73
lol i was falling asleep at work (very slow here today) and that song came on my mp3 player.
cranked it, and got energitic ; )
This is more my type of listening music at work
Listen old soldier wherever you are
The hills or the valleys
Come near or come far
They say youth's a treasure
We waste when we're young
So come down from the place
Where your medals are hung
You're forever returning and learning to fight
And you feel just like an old soldier tonight
Listen old soldier 'cause time doesn't wait
The moon's on your shoulder
The hour is late
There's something there inside you
Still calls out to you
And you won't fade away
Whatever you do
You're forever beginning
Barely winning the fight
And you feel just like an old soldier tonight
You're not getting any younger
That much is true now
But you've still got that hunger
Burning in you now
So what do you do now
What do you do now
Listen old soldier
To the sound in your ears
Of too many battles
For too many years
There's only one thing
You've learned in defeat
Losing is bitter
And victory is sweet
You're always unravelling
Traveling light
And you feel just like an old soldier tonight
Feel just like an old soldier tonight
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If not Crosby, I have a big set of Jackson Browne stuff and several albums from The Chieftains to keep me awake. Rhapsody is a wonderful thing. :)