Sometime when i grow up...Im gonna run...get me a sidekick
what dont get on my nerves...and from time to time...but on
the highway more often than not....we gonna listen to the Boss
...Yep he aint punk...but he's the boss Springsteen, The Boss!
Till then I'll drive around these blank thoroughfares listening to the
radio...and dream o running free...cause baby...we wuz born
to RUN!!!!!
The Boss:
..Shloemoe care not what you say...this stuff is like an injection of
teenage serum...cause tramps like us...baby we were born to run!!!!!!
Having abandoned my search for truth,
I am now looking for a good fantasy.
--Anonymous Internet Sage
...Some men...ya just can't reach...
--The Captain from "Cool Hand Luke"
The Boss is like boss man...it's like hanging in the alley
drinking quarts o beer(and then smashing the bottles...
yeah yeah smash the bottles...hehehehehe)doing stupid
things to impress the chicks(it does impress some of em
...the stupid ones )....na Springsteen has a huge catalog
of good stuff....I mostly like his stuff from the 70's...
stuff nowadays is getting SO crappy and uninspiring...
I need a time machine
Having abandoned my search for truth,
I am now looking for a good fantasy.
--Anonymous Internet Sage
...Some men...ya just can't reach...
--The Captain from "Cool Hand Luke"
If I may post the lyrics to Mr. Springsteen's song, Reno.
She took off her stockings, I held them to my face.
She had your ankles, I felt filled with grace.
"Two hundred dollars straight in, Two-fifty up the ass," she smiled and said.
She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair,
And sat in front of me on the bed.
She said, "Honey how's that feel, do you want me to go slow?"
My eyes drifted out the window, down to the road below.
I felt my stomach tighten. The sun bloodied the sky
And sliced through the hotel blinds. I closed my eyes.
Sunlight on the Amatitlan, sunlight streaming thru your hair.
In the Valle de dos Rios, smell of mock orange filled the air.
We rode with the vaqueros, down into cool rivers of green.
I was sure the work and that smile coming out 'neath your hat
Was all I'd ever need.
Somehow all you ever need's, never really quite enough you know.
You and I, Maria, we learned it's so.
She slipped me out of her mouth, "You're ready," she said.
She took off her bra and panties, wet her finger, slipped it inside her,
And crawled over me on the bed.
She poured me another whisky,
Said, "Here's to the best you ever had."
We laughed and made a toast.
It wasn't the best I ever had,
Not even close.
Actual lyrics to a song he put out in 2005. Put out, being the operative term. After reading those lyrics, all I could think was...I guess Rot's paying $250.
The Rizen shloemoe wrote:Wow!...that's Springsteen...that's quite a departure
I bet the Roman ears perked up on that!
Mhm. Starbuck's was initially selling the CD at their stores until they listened to it and then thought, "Um...maybe not. " He's come a long way from Glory Days.
Its 3:29 am and Shloe is here masterbating to Glory Days...aahaha .....nice "Boss" poster on your wall miss Shloe. What does cieling cat think about all this?
)....na Springsteen has a huge catalog
