T for Texas
T for Tennessee
T for Texas
T for Tennessee
T for Thelma
That gal who made a wreck out of me.
Gonna buy me a shotgun
As long as I am tall
Buy me a shotgun
As long as I am tall
And I'm gonna shoot poor Thelma
Just to see her jump and fall.
Rather drink muddy water
And sleep in a hollow log
Drink muddy water
And sleep in a hollow log
Than to be in Atlanta
Treated like a dirty dog
If your house catches fire
And there ain't no water around
If your house catches fire
And there ain't no water around
Throw your suitcase out the window
And let that house burn on down
To the ground
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
Take a look around
Wake up!
Take a look around
Wake up!
Take a look around
Wake up!
Take a look around
Take it down
Talk back when you're looked at
Take back the night
Take charge! Take charge!
Take a look around
Look at what you know
Give up!
Look at what you do
Wake up!
Look at where you are
Give up!
Look at what you've made
Tear it down
Talk back when you're looked at
Take back the night
Take charge! Take charge!
Take a look around
Tear it down
Our three weapons are violence, exile and cunnilingus
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
He wants to come over and he wants to stick it in
He wants to come over and he wants to stick it in
He doesn't care if I get off, he doesn't want to use protection
He don't care about anything cause he just wants to stick it in
Teenage Boyfriend (get it out of me!)...
Unzips his pants and pulls it out, he thinks that's what it's all about
Unzips his pants and pulls it out, he thinks that's what it's all about
Stick it in, stick it out, that's not what it's all about
And just cause I don't feel like fighting, that's no excuse to go ahead
and do it
Teenage Boyfriend (get it out of me!)...
And now I've got a little leech, I feel it growing inside me
Now I've got a little leech, get this fucking thing out of me!
I don't want to have a baby, get it out, get it out!
It eats my food it makes me sick and all because of that fucking dick!
Teenage Boyfriend (get it out of me!)... GET IT OUT OF ME!
you've taught me so much
like don't cry and it won't hurt as bad
like go ahead and tell
no one will believe you anyway
like it's your own fault
it embarasses me to tell you what you mean to me
but I just thought you should know
cause I'm going to kill you now
You've taught me so many things
this is the only way that I can thank you
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Long before the Japanese bombers saw us I saw them. We were sittingin the catbird seat, 3000 feet above them and directly in the fiery ball of the sun. Spread out and ragged after take-off from the runway at Yunnan-Yi, our eighteen P-40s now flew in tight fingertip elements of two. Before we reached 20,000 feet I saw the glint of their windshields, the discs of their propellers in the sunlight. My count reached twenty-four as I breathed deeply in my oxygen mask to slow my pounding heart. Was this what RAF pilots called "getting the wind up"? I tried hard to swallow, to make the lump in my throat go away.
Time after time I remember flicking the toggles of my gun switches to be certain they had been on ever since our struggling takeoff run from that high-altitude runway. All the way, there there had been no conversation on the radio. That had been my only order at the hasty briefing: no yakety-yak, and watch me. Now we dove to the attack. Not even the waggle of a wing among the enemy bombers as they grew from vague dots into real Kawasaki Ki-48s. They still had not seen us - we had the advantage.
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Helen Fly and Sharon Pie were walking on a Sunday. Said Sharon Bean to her Helen Queen, "Tomorrow will be Monday." Best friends do everything together. Best friends do everything so nice. And if there are 2 of them, then they do it twice. If you walk to the end of town, then the countryside begins. Find a field and lie down & rub dandelions on your chins. Make love all night long and then sleep the next day through. Make love again at sundown and god bless you. Fly, tell us about the bitches. Tell us about those cows on thin ice. I'll tell you about the beasts in mid-Heaven, they're there.
There's more pretty girls than one
every town I ramble round
there's more pretty girls than one
Riding on that new river train
same old train that brought me here
will carry me home again
There's more pretty girls than two
you can't love 2 and to both be true
there's more pretty girls than two
There's more pretty girls than three
you can't love 3 & have 1 of them be me
there's more pretty girls than three
Look down that lonesome road
hang down your head & cry
just thinking about those pretty girls
and hoping I'll never die
Theresa Says that girls are delicate fancy creatures and boys should give them exactly what they want because they always know what's best for themselves. Girls are delicate fancy creatures like cats and boys should give them what they want like this.
Sharon likes doggy-dog girls. She tells you they're pretty. And they are, 'till you see them. What she means by pretty is pretty cuddly but really horny. But just when she feels like it.
And that's only fair, I have no patience - and why should I, there are saints(?) for that.
They usually have short hair. They often look French. hey might be named... Jenny or Tammy or Bjork or Annie or Senzele(?) or Fly.
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
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I am the first and the last
I am the honored one and the scorned one
I am the whore and the holy one
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the barren one and many are my sons
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
I am the utterance of my name
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
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There has to be that fire we call the component of Desire. "Sexuality" included Sex on some level (if you're doing it right). To call language reductive is redundant, to propose is to inquire, to see is to desire, and to fear is to require.
We eat cactus & catfish. Drove yesterday through the pre-historic forest. Morning rain. Warning clouds. That's a warning Sign that means it's too late. Vindication will come too late by the nature at the trouble & the kind of indication. And when I say I Told You So, that's a warning sign that means it's too late. There'll be no one to hear it! Never knowing quite what to expect.
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Facts are facts & what is, is so. The truth is the truth But must the truth be told?
She was fulfilled, she was filled by it, swelled with child by it - grew thickset from it - put on flesh from it
Tupa täynnä tuppasuita, tuppasuita
lattia latuneniä, ja neniä.
Ei oo ilon alkajata, alkajata,
ei ilon alottaajaa, alottajaata.
Kun en aina mie alota, ja alota,
mie alota mie lopeta, ja lopeta.
Date created: 10 October 1995 Last modified: 29 November 1997 Maintained by: Allan Hise hise@io.com