Plot
'No game' Marcus makes a bet that he'll go out with the next girl who walks through the Mayflower! bar doors. She just happens to be the gorgeous Rhonda and costs $1000 to take him around the world. You'll never believe what happens next on Marcus and Lamont's adventure to get the money. They're not crossing the Atlantic, but be prepared for the voyage... a lot can happen in one day at the Mayflower! Bar.
Keywords: dominatrix
Plot
An eerie comedy about two friends from LA who decides to take their small time weed selling business off the streets and indoors by converting their home into a two story bong. Charging people to enter the Blunted House becomes an instant success, but turns spooky when they decide to get their supply from a Voo-Doo practicing weed man.
Plot
Being a teenager is not all fun and games, even when you have your license and your own car. It's kind of like being a kid at an amusement park, you're too tall for the kiddie rides but too short for the coasters. Rene, Mark, Dirt and Scott wish they could be legal age, like their friend Al and yet Al doesn't understand why they aren't just simply loving their teenage years. Under age drinking! Being brought home by the police! Sex with lots of girls! Man, why aren't these guys living it up like he did? The boys do have fun, but there is only so much time spent at bowling alleys and pool halls that these boys can handle. They invent their own fun at the local Toys A Lot where they stir up perhaps a little bit too much fun and ruckus while debating the virtues of teenage life.
Teenager: Too Tall For Kiddie Rides, Too Short For Coasters
Plot
Two Hurricane Katrina evacuees from the Desire Projects in New Orleans who both end up in Houston after the storm. The storm twists the fates of these two men. The first, Jay Dee, was a feared and powerful crime boss who is humbled when he loses everything and winds up as a lowly clerk at a retail chain store. The second, Shawn, an underachieving poor kid from the neighborhood gets a fresh start and becomes a writer/novelist.
Keywords: based-on-true-story, criminal, disaster, drugs, flood, gangster, hurricane-katrina, independent-film, mass-killing, mississippi
Plot
Beer, broads and baseball: a group of misfits whose weekly softball games seem to have a lot more to do with getting into fights for macho dominance than hitting home runs. Artie is an unemployed and unmotivated drunk that is predictably still living with his mother. He is on a losing softball team, and he and his teammates are facing the end of softball as they know it if they can't pull it together. When love enters his life, it unexpectedly alters Artie's low self-esteem, and the odds for winning, not only the league trophy, but a new life, are certainly looking up. He and his teammates will have to go for the win.
Keywords: alcohol, baseball, baseball-movie, beer, cocaine, drug-use, drunkenness, friend, friendship, homophobia
No Gut, No Glory
His team has the biggest balls in the league.
Step Up. Shape Up. Sober Up.
Dirt: Hey! I don't wanna see any a you Italians drinking from my water bottle! Damned wops!
Linda Salvo: I'm so embarrassed right now.::Artie DeVanzo: You're embarrassed? I just got cock-blocked by my mom!
Dirt: You look like a bunch of Monkeys trying fuck a football!
Artie DeVanzo: [imitating Yankees PA Announcer Bob Sheppard] Your attention please, now pitching for Mangenelli: Number 1, Needle Dick, [Artie's team laughs] Number 1::Dennis Mangenelli: Yeah, all right!::Artie DeVanzo: Needle Dick.
Artie DeVanzo: You know, Dave, you might be a lefty.
Artie DeVanzo: Hey, are we done here? 'Cause I'm losing my buzz.
Johnny Trinno: It's unfair, it's like pitching to a healthy Lou Gehrig.
Gina: Okay, you know what? I'm not being a bitch here. You're missing Marie's recital tonight, and I said we could wait 'til after the softball season to go on our honeymoon. I even let you pick your scumbag friend Artie as best man!::Maz: Sweetheart, listen, huh? It's the first game of the season. I just don't wanna be late, alright? I'm with you on the cakes, I'll look at 'em later.::Gina: You know, I was gonna surprise you by making your little plastic man on the cake a Derek Jeter action figure. But now? No. I'm making you one of those Puerto Ricans from the fucking Mets!::Maz: Don't even joke like that, Gina!
Maz: I'll have an egg-white omelet made with very little oil, dry wheat toast, and grapefruit juice.::Johnny Trinno: Oh my god, that's the gayest order I've ever heard.::Artie DeVanzo: You know, in Massachusetts, that order could legally marry a dude.::Maz: Alright, here it comes.::Johnny Trinno: You know, just placing an order like that would get you kicked out of the army.::Artie DeVanzo: You know, if you put a construction helmet on that order, it could join the Village People.::Rhonda: Would you guys knock it off so I can do my job?::Maz: Thank you.::Rhonda: Alright, Maz, that's an egg-white omelet, dry wheat toast, grapefruit juice.::Maz: That's right.::Rhonda: Do you want a side order of cock with that?
Dirt: You're a fat fucking disgrace!
Plot
Dan Saxon is an undercover cop who infiltrates a biker gang to nail the scum behind a drug-smuggling operation. In order to maintain the trust of the gang's leader, he must commit ever more dangerous and heinous crimes. Just how far 'beyond the law' will Saxon go?
Keywords: african-american, anti-hero, apache, bare-breasts, bare-chested-male, barroom-brawl, based-on-true-story, beating, biker, biker-culture
Some men are meant to stand between good and evil.
Bogus Charlie: Something else my grandfather told me. What a true apache had to do, when surrounded, and out-numbered by crazy white men.::Dan Saxon: What's that?::Bogus Charlie: Give the fuck up!
Dan Saxon: He saved my life.::Renee: He saved Sid's life. Can you even tell the difference anymore?
Blood: Shut up! Don't say anything, don't do anything, just fucking sit there!
Virgil: You're not dirty enough. You're not crazy enough.::Dan Saxon: I'm getting really fucking tired of hearing you say that.::Virgil: Yeah? Well being tired is a lot better than being dead, man.
[first lines]::Title Card: It is easy to go down in to hell; night and day the gates of dark death stand wide; but to climb back up again, to retrace one's steps to the open air, there lies the problem, the difficult task. Virgil: The Aeneid
[first lines]::Dan Saxon: [to his turtle] Good morning, Harold. You still alive?
Blood: [after Dan has foiled the gang's convenience store robbery] You just stepped on your meat, man.
Blood: [to Dan] Sid, you're either the dumbest fucker I ever met in my life, or you got the balls of an elephant.
Blood: [as Dan is confronting Oatmeal] You hit him and I'll blow your mother-fuckin' brains out.::Dan Saxon: Boobody lives forever. That's a fact.
Renee: [to Dan] You can't tell the knife from the fuckin' wound anymore.
An unforgettable alien encounter.
She was from another star. He had waited his whole life for this one meeting. Together they fell in love with a place called Earth.
Dirt is unclean matter, especially when in contact with a person's clothes, skin or possessions when they are said to become dirty. Common types of dirt include:
When things are dirty they are usually cleaned with solutions like hard surface cleaner and other chemicals; much domestic activity is for this purpose — washing, sweeping and so forth.
In a commercial setting, a dirty appearance will give a bad impression of a place such as a restaurant. The dirt in such cases may be classified as temporary, permanent and deliberate. Temporary dirt is streaks and detritus that may be removed by ordinary daily cleaning. Permanent dirt is ingrained stains or physical damage which require major renovation to remove. Deliberate dirt is that which results from design decisions such as decor in dirty yellow or grunge styling.
As cities developed, arrangements were made for the disposal of dirt. In Britain, the Public Health Act 1875 required households to place their refuse into a container which could be moved so that it could be carted away. This was the first legal creation of the dustbin.
Kip Moore is an American country music singer-songwriter. He is signed to MCA Nashville and has released two singles, "Mary Was the Marrying Kind" and "Somethin' 'bout a Truck". His debut album was released on April 24, 2012.
Kip Moore was born in Tifton, Georgia. He began playing guitar while attending Wallace State Community Collage in Hanceville, AL, and made his first public performance at a Mellow Mushroom restaurant in Valdosta, Georgia. After college, he moved to a "little hut" in Hawaii, where he also took up backpacking and surfing.
He moved to Nashville, Tennessee in 2004, where songwriter and producer Brett James helped him sign a publishing deal. He spent four years in Nashville before signing to a record deal with MCA Nashville. Moore released his debut single "Mary Was the Marrying Kind" in early 2011. (Karlie Justus of The 9513 gave the song a "thumbs up", praising the lyrics but criticizing the "heavy-handed production". It entered the Hot Country Songs charts at number 58 on the chart dated for the week ending April 2, 2011, peaking at number 45.
Washed up on shore...
Washed up on shore...
I'd like to live beneath the dirt
A tiny space to move and breathe is all that I would ever need
I want to live beneath the dirt
Where I'd be free from push and shove like all those swarming up above
Beneath your heals I'll spend my time
Shout your name into the wind
I'll wiggle in the earth and dew
Shout your name into the wind
And somtimes I will think of you
Shout your name into the wind
And if you ever think of me
Kneel down and kiss the earth
And show me what this thought is worth
I'll never hear your voice again
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Shout yout name into the wind...
Shout your name into the wind...
Ooh, I've been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been dirt
And I don't care
'Cause I'm burning inside
'Cause I'm yearning inside
And I'm the fire of life
Yeah alright
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
'Cause I'm burning inside
'Cause I'm yearning inside
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it
When you touch me?
I said do you feel it
When you touch me?
I'm fire
Well, it's a fire
Yeah alright
Oh it's just a burning inside
Oh it's just a yearning inside
Said do you feel it?
I said do you feel it
When you cut me?
Said do you feel it
When you cut me?
It's a fire, it's a fire
I'm a fire inside
It's been a long time since I've been spoken to you
Was it the right time?
Your current troubles and you know they'll get much worse
I hope you know how much I enjoyed them
You're a pig of a person, there's a justice in this world
Hey, how about this?
Your lack of conscience and your lack of morality
Well, more and more people know all about it
We sat around the other night, me and the guys,
trying to find the right word
That would best fit and describe you and people like you
That no principle has touched no principles baptized
How about that?
Who'd eat shit and say it taseted good
if there was some money in it for him
Hey, you remember that song by this guy from Texas
whose name was Bobby Fuller?
I'll sing it for you it went like this
I fought the law and the law won
Ooh, I've been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been dirt
And I don't care
'Cause I'm burning inside
'Cause I'm yearning inside
And I'm the fire of life
Yeah alright
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
'Cause I'm burning inside
'Cause I'm yearning inside
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it
When you touch me?
I said do you feel it
When you touch me?
I'm fire
Well, it's a fire
Yeah alright
Oh it's just a burning inside
Oh it's just a yearning inside
Said do you feel it?
I said do you feel it
When you cut me?
Said do you feel it
When you cut me?
It's a fire, it's a fire
I'm a fire inside
I Have Never Felt Such Frustration
Or Lack Of Self Control
I Want You To Kill Me
And Dig Me Under, I Wanna Live No More
One Who Doesn't Care Is One Who Shouldn't Be
I've Tried To Hide Myself From What Is
Wrong For Me, For Me
I Want To Taste Dirty, A Stinging Pistol
In My Mouth, On My Tongue
I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls
And Go Crazy Like You've Made Me
You, You Are So Special
You Have The Talent To
Make Me Feel Like Dirt
And You, You Use Your
Talent To Dig Me Under
I wanna be dirty cuz i don't about the clothes I wear I'll be dirty on the street to feel alive it makes me feel alive when i'm dirty i feel clean Clean in my head every inch of me is covered with everything said So give in to the dirty fingers So give in to the dirty streets So give in to the dirty people So give in to the filth So give in
Aghast amidst the grim procession
Of hateful traits in your possession
And there's nowhere to hide when the waves come crashing in (x2)
The silence hums behind your eyes
A veil that shields you from your lies
But when the truth rains down, it'll drown you like a flood (x2)
CHORUS
Enough is enough is too much and it's getting old
You keep looking for reasons you're stuck out in the cold
You're tainted by the company you keep
You're lower than the dirt beneath my feet
The pretense is the provocation
That drives need for retaliation
Destiny is not your friend tonight (x2)
And now you find yourself alone
Where you must reap what you have sown
You brought this bitter harvest on yourself (x2)
(claude s.)
You can hide your precious tears, but it
Won't get rid of all regret. all the colors
Of reform won't lend a hand when you
Decide to fall. so clear away the scars
That were left behind by things you hate.
Will you ever love again? after all the
Dirt is gone?
Wash away the dirt, let your feelings
Hurt, drive away the shame.
Be yourself again.
All this grime is just a sham, the icing
On a cake made of sand now becoming
Dust. where you came from you will
Surely go...
Wash away the dirt, let your feelings
Hurt, drive away the shame. be yourself
Again. wash away the dirt...wash away
The dirt...
Dirt words will always bind you,
Attempt to connect to the guilt that finds
You.in a time of doubt, not greed or
Hunger, do you understand the vice
You're under...? getting older, withered
And tempered, may be too late to stop
Your trembling. slide to the left side of
Your brain, listen to the kind of waves
It's sending. dirt is like a virus deep
Within you, can you see the way
It tries to twist you? lurking
Inside your head I found it,
Wrenching away at the hope you
Needed...
Find the strength, break the
Urge, return...yourself...to you...
Wash away the dirt, let your feelings
Hurt, drive away the shame. be yourself
Again.wash away the dirt...wash away
God made dirt and dirt don't hurt
Funny thing about a garden
Beauty lives within its gates
Bugs and thorns and weeds they grow there
But they all help to create
Vivid color variations
Sweet aromas and sensations
Realize under it all
Something not so beautiful but we all
Need a little bit, I need a little bit
Need a little bit of dirt to grow
We need a little bit, I need a little bit
Need a little rain to wash our souls
We need a little bit, I need a little dirt to grow
Life at times can make you weak
And I have cried myself to sleep
'Cause reality makes you cry
But the truth will dry your eyes
Things they just can't stay the same
When you work hard and you pray
Yeah, it may be kind of rough now
But the point I'm trying to make is that we
We all need a little bit, I need a little bit
Need a little bit of dirt to grow
We need a little bit, I need a little bit
Need a little rain to wash our souls
We need a little bit, I need a little dirt to grow
Oh, sometimes you may sing for yourself
You struggle hard just to prevail
It's the lesson you need to learn
It's the way you've got to earn
Champions never accept defeat
They fall and get back on their feet
'Cause they know like I know
That if you want to grow we
We all need a little bit, I need a little bit
Need a little bit of dirt to grow
We need a little bit, I need a little bit
Need a little rain to wash our souls
We need a little bit, I need a little dirt to grow
We all need a little bit, I need a little bit
Need a little bit of dirt to grow
We need a little bit, I need a little bit
Need a little rain to wash our souls
We need a little bit, I need a little dirt to grow
Need a little dirt to grow, it will make you better
Need a little dirt to grow, it will make you stronger
Need a little dirt to grow, oh we need it
This is for all my friends and family.
Something I need you to understand.
The accident,
the overdose,
the suicide whatever it was.
Malpractice,
the homicide, etcetera.
Something took me sooner than we planned.
Now take these steps for me.
It might not be what you wanted,
but it's what I need.
No funeral.
There's not a goddamn dime you need to spend.
I won't be there to thank you in the end.
Put me in the ground to decompose
and inside of your heart always.
This is for all my friends.
Who are these motherfuckers?
Behind my eyes,
they never knew me in life.
no casket please.
I'll rot out with the leaves.
clothes for me to wear.
The dirt won't care.
Don’t
scatter any ashes.
Scatter all my things
the deserving ones who really need.
production here,
assholes walk around
and try to get your sympathy and say, "I'm glad it wasn't me."
And with that said,
don't say a prayer for me today.
God and I, we never really spoke anyway.
I tried sometimes, but he never wrote back.
And I know
there's no headstone where I'm lying.
So where do you go when you're crying?
Just hold on to a memory of me
don't be taking him off your hell (?)
don't be taking him off your hell (?)
let go of the black ball (?)
you saw him leave the hell (?)
you are what you adore
you are what you adore
a china doll, you wanted it all
you're a china doll, you don't feel nothing at all
don't be taking him off your hell (?)
or it's something you'll later have
upon your head, but you can't get over him
because you know what's in there
because you know what's in there
a china doll who won't feel nothing at all
you're a china doll and you don't feel nothing at all
and i feel this way
you say he's not in your arms
somethings passed on
but up to me, i'll just call the guard (?)
every one of your need
every one of your other needs
china doll, i don't feel nothing at all
china doll, i don't feel nothing at all
i feel this way all the time
Yeah it's true
But only in part
Actions best forgotten of a desperate heart
And it hurts
This salt in the wound
But what compels them to spend their time bothering you
Don't let them touch you baby
Don't let them make you cry
Don't you waste your time
Trying to find the reason why
They will do what they must do
Yeah it's strange
That vicarious choir
Ever searching for a stage where they might sing higher
And they share
The generous souls
But nothing gets in the way of a story untold
It's not fair
The only intention's to hurt
Always there
The strategy's rumors and dirt
Don't let them touch you baby
Don't let them make you cry
Don't you waste your time
Trying to find the reason why
They will do what they must do
Hey hey
... half day to meddle with our lives
With private tears meant only for their eyes
Reactions haunt, be worthy of legend
Security maybe ... charms
It's not fair
The only intention's to hurt
Always there
The strategy's rumors and dirt
It's not fair
The only intention's to hurt
Always there
The strategy's rumors and dirt
It's not fair
Dirt
Always there
Dirty streets and dirty deals
Doesnt need thinking about
Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but
Actually it fucking does
Dirty streets and dirty deals
Doesnt need thinking about
Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but
Actually it fucking does
The time that it takes is long
And the hurt that it makes is strong
And those eyes that you see are so young
They're so young
The backs of trucks covered in dirt
Dirt from the road from the track
Dirt from the devil himself
I cant see a way of you getting back
Oh, dirty human being
Everyday, day after day, day after day
Well, there's no way
You'll get away
And the time that it takes is long
And the hurt that it makes is strong
And those eyes that you see are young
They're so young
These are the dirty deals
These are the dirty deals
These are the dirty dirty dirty dirty deals
And home is where the heart is
But I dont see any heart left in you and
Home is where the heart is
But I dont see any heart left in you and
Home is where the heart is
But I dont see any heart left in you and
Home is where the heart is
But I dont see any heart left in you
It's been, been ripped and sliced and torn
Been kicked and beat and smashed and
It's just a routine, just something
Just something that you do every day
There's no hope of getting away
Home is where the heart is
But I dont see any heart left in you and
Couldn't be, not really, not after what you've been through
So, what's left?
What does the world see?
You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be
Out in the back block, deep in the scrub,
Way off the highways is a place that we love,
Dirt!
Cause every weekend, itÂ's what we wait here for,
Dust, rocks, Â...
Slam your foot to the floor!
Chorus:
Dirt! IÂ've got it all over me,
IÂ'm covered in a good time,
If you know what I mean!
Dirt! I dig it, I dig it,
Can help to love the way it feels
When we do it in the dirt!
The secret spark, nobody knows,
WeÂ'll make a cap out of brigalow.
Dirt!
Roll out the swag, on the sand,
WeÂ're getting down and dirty,
All the dirty we get!
Chorus:
If you know what I mean!
Dirt! I dig it, I dig it,
Can help to love the way it feels
When we do it in the dirt!
We get that minute, every chance we get,
ItÂ's not too much, that we havenÂ't done yet!
Chorus:
Dirt! IÂ've got it all over me,
IÂ'm coming in a good time,
If you know what I mean!
Dirt! I dig it, I dig it,
Can help to love the way it feels
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
...?ause IÅ burning inside
I'm just a yearning inside
And I'm the fire o' life
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
...?ause IÅ burning inside
I'm just a dreaming this life
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
There's a fire
Well, itÅ a fire
It was just a burning
Yeah, alright
Ooh!
Burning inside
Burning
Just a dreaming
Just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
Play it for me, babe, with love!
self indulge, your own world
of pain and lust, dirt to dust
choose your fate, ones self hate
sell to score, pushing whore
[CH:] X marks the eyes where life used to be
absolution though greed
to the fair weather family
a vicious destructive substitute reality
distributed with no regard
to the lives and homes it disrupts
cold concrete, below your feet
wait in doubt, a small handout
inject your pain to your vain
infect my life you lowlife
good for nothing! good for nothing!
it disrupts! it disrupts! it disrupts!
Every morning after
Will be shades of grey
All spotlight sunrise
Or bruised sunset
When the clock stops
And everything is stale and still
And the rust finally shows
On everything we've gathered
All of your plans
All of your promises
All those revolutions
Your resolve
All of your power
And all your pride
Will all be nothing
Nothing but dirt
In the end what remains?
Not the body
Nor forgotten hours
Drowned in drink
Our lives flicker
The soul is just
A collusion of senses
It's just our deeds
That see morning
Book ended by black
We are water dripping
From leaking, rusted taps
The sound of clocks
Twitching through dust
We are
Flickering embers
In dusty ashtrays
We are the dirt
We are just dregs
We are water dripping
From rusted taps
We are dirt
This is all we paint
Blank canvas, blank canvas
Humanity is aches
Creaking joints
Hunched shoulders
Traces of blood on bed sheets
Persistent benign tumours
This is all we paint
All of your power
And all your pride
Will all be nothing
Nothing but dirt
In the end what remains?
Not the body
Nor forgotten hours
Drowned in drink
Our lives flicker
The soul is just
A collusion of senses
It's just our deeds
That see morning
Book ended by black
We are water dripping
From leaking, rusted taps
The sound of clocks
Twitching through dust
We are
Flickering embers
In dusty ashtrays
We are the dirt
We are just dregs
We are water dripping
From rusted taps
Dirt, damn you, metronome...
Fucking with my skintone.
Desperate urge to call home...
Your son.
Old faces of me stare,
All this makeup, wear and tear.
Diluted innocence...
Gone.
You're moving fast,
Looking so tall...
Just right to enslave me.
We feel just right,
We've got it all...
And everything lately.
I'm always cast,
You never call...
In spite of my bravery.
I'm just the ash
You cause to fall...
By running to save me.
By running to save me...
Running to save me.
Running to save me...
Unreasonable goals,
Emotional holes...
Reset and recover.
Safety-net life,
Whimsical wife...
Nonsensical lover.
Memories of mom,
Brothers have gone...
Dad, are you angry?
Worked on it hard,
All fell apart...
How could you love me?
You're moving fast,
Looking so tall...
Just right to enslave me.
We feel just right,
We've got it all...
And everything lately.
I'm always cast,
You never call...
In spite of my bravery.
I'm just the ash
You cause to fall...
By running to save me.
By running to save me...
Running to save me.
Embrace the image
its not your own
isnt poverty fun
when you can turn it off and on?
youll know oppression
when you no longer have the choice
but for now
This is one thing that I was gonna wait a while before we talked about. Maybe we'll talk about it now, so you can think about it. Because you all, we all, have to make some kind of plans for ourselves. It's a free concert from now on...
But the one major thing you have to remember tonight, when you go back up to the woods to go to sleep, or if you stay here, is that the man next to you is your brother, and you damn well better treat each other that way, because if you don't, then we blow the whole thing, but we've got it right there.
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Country Joe asks:
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Country Joe asks:
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Ooh, I've been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been dirt
And I don't care
'Cause I'm burning inside
I'm just a yearning inside
And I'm the fire o' life
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
'Cause I'm burning inside
I'm just a dreaming this life
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
There's a fire Well, it's a fire It was just a burning
Yeah, alright
Ooh! Burning inside
Burning Just a dreaming
Just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
Play it for me, babe, with love!
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
Cause I'm burning inside
I'm just a yearning inside
And I'm the fire o' life
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Cause I'm burning inside
I'm just a dreaming this life
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
There's a fire
Well, it's a fire
It was just a burning
Yeah, alright
Ooh!
Burning inside
Burning
Just a dreaming
Just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
Play it for me, babe, with love!
4 year's old my birthday
Opened presents, ate some cake
I took my tonka straight outside to play
In dirt
Six years old, hard line drive
That ball just sailed on by
Cause I was busy writing that name of mine
In dirt
It was my first love
Good as gold
Heaven was a shovel and a two foot hole
Mama should have bought all my clothes in brown
Cause I'd turn 'em that color anyhow
Even between the car and the front steps of that church
Was dirt
Turned sixteen bought a Chevrolet
Four wheel drive, what a happy day
So even if it rained I could play
In dirt
Couple years later, wouldn't you know
Lost my heart at the rodeo
She fell off her horse and was covered head to toe
In dirt
It was my first love
Good as gold
Heaven was a shovel and a two foot hole
It's the reason I'm out here tilling this land
And that rodeo queen's got a ring on her hand
I don't know where I'd be if it weren't
For dirt
I ain't afraid of growing old
Cause when I die I know where I'll go
There'll be no need to cry for me
I won't need your sympathy
When they cover me up with six feet of earth
God, You have a lot of things to show me
If You’re willing, someday I’d really like to see
Use Your mud and water on my eyes, please
Because even dirt sounds better than I have found the dark to be
God, You wrote a book to cultivate me
With Your wisdom, someday I’d really like to read
Tell small stories that I may understand
Turn the pages for me; I can’t seem to use my clumsy little hands
It’s a narrow way
But I’m not blind; I will find ways to stray.
Keep some mud on hand
I can see now
And I'm thinkin' I may as well stay
And I'm thinkin' suicide rage
It's gonna rain today
What I need is time to mend
Broken down my friend I'm near the end
Psychosomaticism, victim of
Perpetual helplessness, guilty of
And I'm sinkin' in clay
Suicide rage
Goin' down through browning fields
Stumbling down, I'll tell ya what I mean
Muddy measures and rotten dreams
Dirt is my blood flowin' like a stream
And I'm sinkin' in clay
Suicide rage
Regurgitating my inner bile
Secrets kept, I'm in denial
Muddy measures and broken dreams
Dirt is my blood flowing like a stream
And I'm thinkin' I may as well stay
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
'cause I'm burning inside
I'm just a yearning inside
And I'm the fire o' life
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
'cause I'm burning inside
I'm just a dreaming this life
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
There's a fire
Well, it's a fire
It was just a burning
Yeah, alright
Ooh!
Burning inside
Burning
Just a dreaming
Just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
Play it for me, babe, with love!
Burning inside
Burning
Just a dreaming
Just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
Don't call it a comeback
I been here for years
Rockin my peers
And puttin suckas in fear
Makin the tears rain down like a monSOON
Listen to the bass go boom!
Yes!
why are you (...) with me
A maniac psycho
And when I pull out my gun
You better be ready
'Cos it might go blow blow blow blow blow
And y'all like me now
I'm gonna take this ity bity world by storm
And just getting warm!
(I i i i i ) I'm going insane
starting a hurricane
Releasing pain
What'dya know
You can't gain and Maintain
Unless you say my name
Ripping, killing, digging and drillin' a hole
Past the ol' gold
Today I'm dirty
And I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know, I'm just dirt!
Yesterday i was pretty
And i want to be dirty
Tomorrow i know i am just dirt
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
YES!
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this ity bity world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm!
Come on!
Shadow boxin when I heard you on the radio
Uh! I just don't know
What made you forget that I was raw?
Tell it to the fuckers on the dancefloor
Yes!
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
Today, we know just who we are
What's the worst you'd do
To exploit all the lacerations,
To address all the conversations
You had with yourself, to keep yourself amused?
A bruise is just a bruise
And it looks good on you.
And if you milk the attention
And spread some more lies,
Then they'll side with you, yeah!
Yes this is an argument 'coz I came here to fight.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yes this is a confrontation, still you wanna hide.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Keep reciting your fabrications, make them proud.
'Coz you, you are who you hang with!
DIRT! DIRT! DIRT! DIRT! DIRT! DIRT!
It's the best you can do
To win worthless admiration,
To protect all your inner hatred
You kept to yourself, so you could play it cool.
A fool is just a fool
And they're surrounding you
And as you milk the attention,
Adopt their opinions
So they will like you!
Yes this is an argument 'coz I came here to fight.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yes this is a confrontation, still you wanna hide.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Keep reciting your fabrications, make them proud.
'Coz you, you are who you hang with!
DIRT! DIRT! DIRT! DIRT! DIRT! DIRT!
Yes this is an argument 'coz I came here to fight.(4x)
Yes this is an argument 'coz I came here to fight.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yes this is a confrontation, still you wanna hide.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Keep reciting your fabrications, make them proud.
'Coz you, you are who you hang with!
The shy king has been wondering
All those years floating on and on
Fears are still calling
For soldiers are still flying
The shy king has been suffering
All those years floating on and on
Screams are still howling
For soldiers are still lying
Lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
Holy dirt
The sons of perished
Are lost in the sun
No sounds of fear
Spectacular grave
The sounds of terror
Red dust in the skies
No sons no fear
Spectacular proof
Teardrops no border
A shy king forgotten
Fighting with the blind
No matter all gone
Lying in dirt
See them lying in dirt
Holy dirt
Teardrops no border
A shy king forgotten
Fighting with the blind
No matter all gone
The sons of the perished
Are lost in the sun
No sounds of fear
Spectacular grave
The sounds of terror
Red dust in the skies
No sons no fear
Spectacular proof
The sons of the perished
Are lost in the sun
No sounds of fear
Spectacular grave
The sounds of terror
Red dust in the skies
No sons no fear
i'm done doing you undone
baby we're through
giving up perfection is what i do
so take it all out on me
righteus i am, i'm gonna shut my mouth
could you look sweet for me now
you little worm
oh god you gonna miss me when i'm gone
take your dirty hands off me
so i can lay my dirtier hands on you
oh go on curse the one beside you
it's just another way to hold you back
you don't want his skinny arms around you
but it's just another way to hold you back
you know it's just another way to hold you back
i'm sick of being me, i'm sick of being me
emotional flatline is why i leave
i'm ... your back that trashy little fake is gonna take them home/all
this dirty ballad boy is making promises but never calls
is gonna bring the situation to a fall
but i'm done doing you undone
righteus i am, i'm gonna shut my mouth
so go on curse the one beside you
it's just another way to hold you back
you don't want his skinny arms around you
but it's just another way to hold you back
you know it's just another way to hold you back
it's just another way to hold you back