Woo
You might not ever get rich
But let me tell ya it's better that diggin' a ditch.
There ain't no tellin' who ya might meet. .
A movie star or may be even an Indian Chief.
(Workin' at the) car wash.
Workin' at the car wash yeah !
Come on and sing it with me car wash.
Get with the feelin' y'all car wash yeah.
Come summer the work gets kind a hard
This ain't no place to be if ya planned on being a star.
Let me tell you it's always cool
And the boss don't mind sometimes if ya act a fool.
At the car wash
Talkin' about the car wash yeah!
Come on and sing it for me car wash.
Car wash yeah!
(Work and work) Well those cars never seem to stop comin'.
(Work and work) Keep those rags and machines hummin'
(Work and work) my fingers to the bone
(Work) at five I can't wait 'til it's time to go home
Hey
get your car washed today.
Fill up and you don't have to pay.
Come on and give us a play.
Get a wash right away.
Car wash talkin' about the car wash yeah!
Woo car wash
Those cars never seems to stop comin'
Well
I say
Keep those rags and machines hummin'
I LOVE YA!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVED THIS SONG AS KID!!!
I'LL ALWAYS LOVE THIS SONG. Yeah and she'll have
fun fun fun till her daddy takes the T-bird away!!!
Congrats on your 200 post! Did I read that correctly?
Who ever you are you'll always be a star in my heart.
I love how your words flow along with my soul.
Don't you worry about what others don't know. You're
so hot that you're on fire and all the world is in the cool
season just to figure.
As far as inspiration well let's put it this way, many good
things have happened over the month. Many positive.
So much so winter is trying to keep up with me by snowing
in my land today-October! Think positive, look forward to
the holy months, only goodness prevails. Don't be afraid,
try, try, try, don't give up! Set a goal, don't stop until you
reach it. That is success.
Much love and lots of flavor.
AmaT.:)
We never officially dated, no. People asked us when we were getting hitched, married, tying the knot, and we would laugh and tell them "Tomorrow. How did you know?" I wasn't strong enough to grab tomorrow by her jaunty pony tailed hair and pull her into today. So... I let her stray.
Originally posted by setaside2 So this one was written quite awhile back and was originally going to be called 90210, because it reminded me of an poem if it were to be (god forbid) produced by Aaron Spelling. No offense to you party of five, saved by the bell, 90210 watching folk out there... but seriously. WHY? I don't know.
To be honest, I have no place for television. I love movies, for certain, but TV sucks the lifeblood out of me. I have been TV free with 2 exceptions for 6 months now. I don't miss it one bit. Read a book, watch a good movie, have a conversation for crying out loud. Reality TV is a sure sign that if the apocalypse isn't upon is... it should be.
But enough of my preachy mouth. Here is a piece that was once 90210 and is now...
CALIFORNIA/over it
In the headlights
His eyes were wicker gold.
She drove with a hurry,
With a vengeance,
And then with grief.
The radio signaled 10:03 p.m.
It was the loss of love
And the loss of life
As the song sang the same for the two;
Her brake lights shone
Rays of blood in the filtered slivers of moonshine.
Her sliding building in intensity,
She realized the mistake she made.
The screech came from underneath
As her car cried out in desperation;
The art of the motionless mime
Reached a level of impossibility distant enough that
She reached for it,
Her hand grasping at the ricochet of her headlights
Detailing a forest she would try forever to forget.
There was an explosive sound
As her car jumped and sank in the rear.
Her headlights blew out.
She spun in the gravel like a dead flashlight
And slowed to a rather off tilt stop.
Still gritting her teeth,
She stepped out,
Bleeding from her left knee,
Tinting the dirt a gritty black
In the offset refraction of the domelit interior.
Dazed,
She touched the stillness that surrounded her
And was shocked enough that she flinched,
Pulled back,
Turning away from the disquieting silence
And the settling dust...
As an afterthought she shut her door
Thinking of her poor wasted battery.
She limped over to his body
Now shadowed red
In the dim watching of her parking lights.
Looking him over she sniffled a bit.
A blood mixed tear landed unceremoniously
And forgotten
On his blue green and black plaid flannel.
He was unconscious,
Living shallow,
But warm enough.
About facing she stumbled a bit and began to walk
Heading in an easterly direction.
After about a quarter of a mile
She felt a bit chilly
And her thumb cut a silhouette in the night sky.
Her ragged ponytail bounced
From shoulder to shoulder
As she faded into the haze.
In the distance
Sirens wailed tonelessly,
And outside
The temperature was a cool
56? Fahrenheit.
and because of God's blessing that is all i remember.
Never did the green, I'm weird enough, don't you think? I tried it, I don't enjoy having my paranoia HEIGHTENED for me, HA, thanks. I don't need THAT, no sir. And the altitude only works in my favor.
I don't know radar, jeremy, all of you. I don't know. My heart aches these days. I have had dreams of a massive world war since I was 12. I had dreams of planes crashing into skyscrapers for 5 years before the WTC incident. I have dreams of Denver being leveled by tornadoes sometime in the next 10 - 20 years. I have dreams of the aftermath of the largest nuclear holocaust in existence.
I have dreamed that God has talked to me in a rainforest
"I can see there's no persuading you otherwise and that no amount of my knowledge in kung fu can save me now and I suppose that it wouldn't matter a bit to say that I still loved you would it now... BANG."
"May the voice reach the gods. May their halls shake with the cobwebbed neglect that is felt. May their pride bring them home. May their wounds allow them to return.
My wings, silver.
I’ve never noticed."
my hands they shiver and tremble in the snow......
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley I can't help but notice that your sig has gotten a little fruit flavored sucky-sucky my crotch is somewhat tighter now.
I distinctly said "No misbehaving!" before I left. I blame seta for your cherry-filled naughtiness. No whip cream for you.
you don't even know the half of it
glad to hear i caused a *reaction*...
and yes, i blame seta as well.
come on now, let's ALL blame seta.
This piece and my muse have left the building. I am a frustrated poet with a big mouth and someone just thought it might be funny to tear off the duct tape and shut me up.
WELL FUCK YOU EMOTIVE APATHY AND THE IMAGINARIUM YOU STOLE.
I'LL TAKE YOUR RAGING BULL AND YOUR CHINA SHOP AND REDUCE THEM BOTH TO ASH.
YOU BELIEVE THAT YOUR LUNGS ARE THE ONLY PAIR TO EMIT STEAM ON A CLOUDLESS WINTER DAY.
WELL I BRING NEWS THAT EVAPORATION TREATS US ALL.
MY ROSE IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS AND MY REEL?
30FRAMES PER SECOND OF PRIVACY.
YOUR BELONGING IS AT AN END WITH ME AND I KICK YOU TO THE CURB.
YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS, BITCH, AND A NEW PEN.
I TIRE OF BLEEDING INK AND STAINING THE ENVIRONMENT AROUND ME LIKE SOME CERULEAN SUICIDE.
I GROW WEARY OF YOUR PRESENCE OVER MY SHOULDER AS IF MY SALT LANDED FLAT AND UNSOWN.
THESE DAYS MY SHADOW HAS TAKEN FLIGHT IN THE DULL GREY OF THE EVENING RAIN AND THE FLAT LIGHT SO DIFFUSE, SO FEY...
NO FAIR WARNING TO HEED.
NO CALL TO EXCLAIM.
IF MY PHONE RINGS IN FIVE MINUTES I SHALL IGNORE AND SCREEN BUT GIVE ME 12 AND I MIGHT JUST ANSWER.
THE NOTHINGS WHISPERED BY THE STATIC LINE MY ROMANTIC LENGUA AND DREAMATIC SWAY,
THESE DAYS GATHERED IN A DARKER CORNER AWAITING NOTICE.
SOMEHOW THE FUTURE YOU SEETH REMAINS THAT ONE STEP AHEAD AND THAT ONE CORNER TURNED.
I SEE THE GUTTERTRASH SWIRL IN YOUR WAKE,
YOUR WHIRLPOOLS AND EDDIES, YOUR MOTIVE FINGERPRINT IN THE BREEZE... I KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN YOU SON OF A BITCH AND I HAVE GROWN QUITE BORED WITH THE FEELING OF TREADING WATER;
WAITING FOR THAT ONE THING TO OCCUR THAT IS SUPPOSED TO CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER, SUPPOSED TO VERIFY MY NAME, MAKE ME WHOLE, MAKE ME REAL.
MY FLICKERING REEL FADES MONOCHROMATIC.
THE SOUND FIDELITY CRACKLES, METAL EVAPORATIVE FINALLY BREAKING DOWN, MY PULSE CODE MODULATION SIMMERING TO POORLY FILTERED.
MAN, YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR SIGNAL TO NOISE AND I'LL TELL YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH.
PROJECTING STATIC LOADED TO THE HILT WITH HIDDEN PULSARS AND OTHER SECRETS OF THE WORLD, I MOUTH IN SILENCE, MY HISSING FADED TO FEATHERS.
OH THIS TAPE YOU BRING SO SLY SO STUTTERING SO STUCK.
i hope you enjoy this silence so molasses. i hope these everglades are every bit as self satisfying as you seem to be. i hope your mirror fogs. give me back my plate of custard and get the fuck out. i'll use the straw.
(the light goes out)
see you tomorrow kiddo.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Comments
love to all. even tenaciousA
and you KNOW I mean that lovely!
go create yourself in a corner seta
guess i went to far
fell in to deep of love
your words are pretty good
for my pain
You might not ever get rich
But let me tell ya it's better that diggin' a ditch.
There ain't no tellin' who ya might meet. .
A movie star or may be even an Indian Chief.
(Workin' at the) car wash.
Workin' at the car wash yeah !
Come on and sing it with me car wash.
Get with the feelin' y'all car wash yeah.
Come summer the work gets kind a hard
This ain't no place to be if ya planned on being a star.
Let me tell you it's always cool
And the boss don't mind sometimes if ya act a fool.
At the car wash
Talkin' about the car wash yeah!
Come on and sing it for me car wash.
Car wash yeah!
(Work and work) Well those cars never seem to stop comin'.
(Work and work) Keep those rags and machines hummin'
(Work and work) my fingers to the bone
(Work) at five I can't wait 'til it's time to go home
Hey
get your car washed today.
Fill up and you don't have to pay.
Come on and give us a play.
Get a wash right away.
Car wash talkin' about the car wash yeah!
Woo car wash
Those cars never seems to stop comin'
Well
I say
Keep those rags and machines hummin'
whistle while you work... :P
I'LL ALWAYS LOVE THIS SONG. Yeah and she'll have
fun fun fun till her daddy takes the T-bird away!!!
my
GOD
You did not just defile my thread with this... this... 70's MUCK.
NO! I deFY you!
And if it gets stuck in my head all day I'll... I'll... I don't know what I'll do.
But you won't like it.
Who ever you are you'll always be a star in my heart.
I love how your words flow along with my soul.
Don't you worry about what others don't know. You're
so hot that you're on fire and all the world is in the cool
season just to figure.
things have happened over the month. Many positive.
So much so winter is trying to keep up with me by snowing
in my land today-October! Think positive, look forward to
the holy months, only goodness prevails. Don't be afraid,
try, try, try, don't give up! Set a goal, don't stop until you
reach it. That is success.
Much love and lots of flavor.
AmaT.:)
there is no God to save you, Seta... God is Sooooooo into disco it's not EVEN funny....
&&& work, and work... my-hy finga's to da bone...&&&
do dee dee do bop do doo doo
It brightens my day.:)
Keep posting:)
i got rid of the pony tail....
and because of God's blessing that is all i remember.
I don't know radar, jeremy, all of you. I don't know. My heart aches these days. I have had dreams of a massive world war since I was 12. I had dreams of planes crashing into skyscrapers for 5 years before the WTC incident. I have dreams of Denver being leveled by tornadoes sometime in the next 10 - 20 years. I have dreams of the aftermath of the largest nuclear holocaust in existence.
I have dreamed that God has talked to me in a rainforest
"I can see there's no persuading you otherwise and that no amount of my knowledge in kung fu can save me now and I suppose that it wouldn't matter a bit to say that I still loved you would it now... BANG."
"May the voice reach the gods. May their halls shake with the cobwebbed neglect that is felt. May their pride bring them home. May their wounds allow them to return.
My wings, silver.
I’ve never noticed."
my hands they shiver and tremble in the snow......
Thank you, Gita.
AND TO ALL OF YOU
All My Love
oh holy shit this is fun. I'm in serious trouble now...
pretty colors and funny letters make me happy..
I red fed
I orange arrange
I yellow low
I green been
I blue you
I indigo woe
I violet let
I grab rainbows by the ankles and moon them
hey kid
I can't help but notice that your sig has gotten a little fruit flavored sucky-sucky my crotch is somewhat tighter now.
I distinctly said "No misbehaving!" before I left. I blame seta for your cherry-filled naughtiness. No whip cream for you.
ummm...
tenaciousA green been
so don't even
:P any richer?
and seta? how's *work*? it's hard sitting over here imagining what you're coming up with
you don't even know the half of it
glad to hear i caused a *reaction*...
and yes, i blame seta as well.
come on now, let's ALL blame seta.
hehe. *smooches* to all
cool you can change the font too
This piece and my muse have left the building. I am a frustrated poet with a big mouth and someone just thought it might be funny to tear off the duct tape and shut me up.
WELL FUCK YOU EMOTIVE APATHY AND THE IMAGINARIUM YOU STOLE.
I'LL TAKE YOUR RAGING BULL AND YOUR CHINA SHOP AND REDUCE THEM BOTH TO ASH.
YOU BELIEVE THAT YOUR LUNGS ARE THE ONLY PAIR TO EMIT STEAM ON A CLOUDLESS WINTER DAY.
WELL I BRING NEWS THAT EVAPORATION TREATS US ALL.
MY ROSE IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS AND MY REEL?
30FRAMES PER SECOND OF PRIVACY.
YOUR BELONGING IS AT AN END WITH ME AND I KICK YOU TO THE CURB.
YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS, BITCH, AND A NEW PEN.
I TIRE OF BLEEDING INK AND STAINING THE ENVIRONMENT AROUND ME LIKE SOME CERULEAN SUICIDE.
I GROW WEARY OF YOUR PRESENCE OVER MY SHOULDER AS IF MY SALT LANDED FLAT AND UNSOWN.
THESE DAYS MY SHADOW HAS TAKEN FLIGHT IN THE DULL GREY OF THE EVENING RAIN AND THE FLAT LIGHT SO DIFFUSE, SO FEY...
NO FAIR WARNING TO HEED.
NO CALL TO EXCLAIM.
IF MY PHONE RINGS IN FIVE MINUTES I SHALL IGNORE AND SCREEN BUT GIVE ME 12 AND I MIGHT JUST ANSWER.
THE NOTHINGS WHISPERED BY THE STATIC LINE MY ROMANTIC LENGUA AND DREAMATIC SWAY,
THESE DAYS GATHERED IN A DARKER CORNER AWAITING NOTICE.
SOMEHOW THE FUTURE YOU SEETH REMAINS THAT ONE STEP AHEAD AND THAT ONE CORNER TURNED.
I SEE THE GUTTERTRASH SWIRL IN YOUR WAKE,
YOUR WHIRLPOOLS AND EDDIES, YOUR MOTIVE FINGERPRINT IN THE BREEZE... I KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN YOU SON OF A BITCH AND I HAVE GROWN QUITE BORED WITH THE FEELING OF TREADING WATER;
WAITING FOR THAT ONE THING TO OCCUR THAT IS SUPPOSED TO CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER, SUPPOSED TO VERIFY MY NAME, MAKE ME WHOLE, MAKE ME REAL.
MY FLICKERING REEL FADES MONOCHROMATIC.
THE SOUND FIDELITY CRACKLES, METAL EVAPORATIVE FINALLY BREAKING DOWN, MY PULSE CODE MODULATION SIMMERING TO POORLY FILTERED.
MAN, YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR SIGNAL TO NOISE AND I'LL TELL YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH.
PROJECTING STATIC LOADED TO THE HILT WITH HIDDEN PULSARS AND OTHER SECRETS OF THE WORLD, I MOUTH IN SILENCE, MY HISSING FADED TO FEATHERS.
OH THIS TAPE YOU BRING SO SLY SO STUTTERING SO STUCK.
i hope you enjoy this silence so molasses. i hope these everglades are every bit as self satisfying as you seem to be. i hope your mirror fogs. give me back my plate of custard and get the fuck out. i'll use the straw.
(the light goes out)
see you tomorrow kiddo.
Changing the font is cool though!!!!!!
I found a new TOY!!!!!!!
I always liked the colors..........now fonts too. So much fun!
Hope you're doing ok!
Have fun..........Write on:D