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Neighborhood Bully

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Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.

He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that's enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one's command.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
He's the neighborhood bully.

What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin', they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
He's the neighborhood bully.

What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully


-Bob Dylan

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Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Bob Dylan
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The only sure way to survive a canopy collision is not to have one.

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Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.

Bob Dylan

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Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow
and everywhere that mary went the lamb was sure to go

and

Oh, baby, baby it's a wild world
it's hard to get by just upon a smile

oh, baby, baby it's a wild world
I'll always remember you, just like a child, girl

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Driving is a one dimensional activity - a monkey can do it - being proud of your driving abilities is like being proud of being able to put on pants

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Always look on the bright.. side.. of life,

De-doop... Doop de do de do,

Always look on the bright.. side.. of life...



The monty Python Team.

Mike.

Taking the piss out of the FrenchAmericans since before it was fashionable.

Prenait la pisse hors du FrançaisCanadiens méridionaux puisqu'avant lui à la mode.

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Well, what ya reckon we sing a song, Dusty
Well, let's do it, Lefty
One, two, you know what to do

Well, I'm just an old cowboy with twigs in my hair
Two-thirds alligator and three-quarters bear
And one half a lion but let it be known
I never told one lie that was not my own

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggy

I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
Don't boss me or cross me or I'll spit in your eye
I think what I please and I say what I mean
And I think all you women are the finest I've seen

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggy

I love the prairie, say what you will
It's flat and it's dusty but I love it still
It's emtpy and lonely and tedious too
So maybe I'm crazy but what can I do

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggy

Here comes the solo

Yeah, real good

I guess you can tell by the way we are dressed
That we are two cowboy of the wild west
Cowboys whose boots have stepped into manure
Heroes of song and of literature
We ride in the snow and we ride in the rain
Just like Gene Autry, just like John Wayne
They were better cowboys then us and I mean it
But we are still living and that is convenient

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggy
Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies
Yoo-ah-lay-lee, yoo-ah-lay-lee, a-whooooo
Wha, hooooo
Speed Racer
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You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home,
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

--bob dylan
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A conservative is just a liberal who's been mugged. A liberal is just a conservative who's been to jail

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It's too late to change the thread title to

"The Bob Dylan Lyrics Thread." :P



BWAHAHAHA! That's what I almost did. Though it was getting funny....lol

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It's too late to change the thread title to

"The Bob Dylan Lyrics Thread." :P



BWAHAHAHA! That's what I almost did. Though it was getting funny....lol

linz




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Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

~Robert Zimmerman










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I just don't get Brit humor.



No taste. I bet you like George W. Bush, too.



Well, anyone who thought that clip you posted was funny has taste only in their mouth. Comes from spewing all the hate I imagine. :P



Yes, I doubt Monty Python has any fans at all. Never had any following whatever in the USA. I don't know why they even bothered to release their movies over here since clearly they just lost a ton of money by doing it.

Then there's that awful Brit music, like the Stones, Beatles, Pink Floyd, Who... No one over here would ever listen to that crap when they could listen to Bobby Vee or Little Eva instead.
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I just don't get Brit humor.



No taste. I bet you like George W. Bush, too.



Well, anyone who thought that clip you posted was funny has taste only in their mouth. Comes from spewing all the hate I imagine. :P



Yes, I doubt Monty Python has any fans at all. Never had any following whatever in the USA. I don't know why they even bothered to release their movies over here since clearly they just lost a ton of money by doing it.

Then there's that awful Brit music, like the Stones, Beatles, Pink Floyd, Who... No one over here would ever listen to that crap when they could listen to Bobby Vee or Little Eva instead.



Right, that's my point exactly. Brit humor and music hasn't been very good since the 50's and 60's.

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How much of it have you seen?



Now, there's always exceptions like Tracy Ullman. I admit I haven't been exposed to a great deal of it but c'mon after watching stuff like Benny Hill and Mr. Bean it isn't exactly something I seek out either.

edited to add: Actually some of the Mr. Bean skits can be funny. It's just all the dumb ones you have to sit through before you laugh. Sorta like SNL, which I don't find funny either.

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Ahh now it begins to make sense, if that was my only exposure to British comedy I wouldn't look any further either! :D
When an author is too meticulous about his style, you may presume that his mind is frivolous and his content flimsy.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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I just don't get Brit humor.



Yes it does lack canned laughter doesn't it.:P



Well, how am I supposed to know to laugh if there is not already someone laughing as an indication that I, indeed, shoud be laughing?

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