Trout is the name for a number of species of freshwater fish belonging to the genera Oncorhynchus, Salmo and Salvelinus, all of the subfamily Salmoninae of the family Salmonidae. The word trout is also used as part of the name of some non-salmonid fish such as Cynoscion nebulosus, the spotted seatrout or speckled trout.
Trout are closely related to salmon and char (or charr): species termed salmon and char occur in the same genera as do trout (Oncorhynchus - Pacific salmon and trout, Salmo - Atlantic salmon and various trout, Salvelinus - char and trout).
Most trout such as Lake trout live in freshwater lakes and/or rivers exclusively, while there are others such as the Rainbow trout which spend two or three years at sea before returning to freshwater to spawn, a habit more typical of salmon.
Trout are an important food source for humans and wildlife including brown bears, birds of prey such as eagles, and other animals. They are classified as an oily fish.
The name trout is commonly used for some species in three of the seven genera in the subfamily Salmoninae: Salmo, Atlantic species; Oncorhynchus, Pacific species; and Salvelinus, which includes fish also sometimes called char or charr. Fish referred to as trout include:
You can find some time to be someone
Like a valentine for a lonely soul
You can treat me like a fool
And hate-
Some love brings me down
Some love turns me round and round
and round and round
and round and round and round and round and round
Is it something that I said
Is it something that I did
Is it something that I, that I got
in my head
Laying in my bed is so real
'Cause I know what I feel
But together we stand and together
we lay
Hey listen to the voice of experience
This is how I live tomorrow and today
Listen to the voice of experience
That's how I live
Stop the beat. Listen to the melody
Round and round and round and round
Huh, yeah I know when I got the feeling
A feeling of love knocking on my door
First there was fifty and then there was more
What a bore then there was none
Now there's one cause I'm a lucky one
Feelings of love I've got feelings of affection
Come on and give it to me give it with protection
There's no time we're out of luck
The law says we can't talk about A ---?
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Round and round and round
Round and round and round
Round and round and round
Round and round and round
Round and round and round
But I need some S-E-X-E-D-U-C-A-T-I-O-N yeah
Sex education
For the people ya 'all
Parents and teachers get together get cool
Children need to learn about sex
in school
Children need to learn about sex in school
You think they don't do it??
Don't get fooled
Parents don't turn your back on the pack
Teachers want to teach but the law says whack
Don't let your kid get caught
Without a jimmy hat
and that's just the start
Take it to the heart
of the matter
talk about it talk about it
Sister sister, kissing by the tree
Ripe right for picking something sweet
Brother brother what's it gonna be
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Teacher, teacher, teacher teach us S-E-X
Teach it to us stupid without the FX
Teacher teach us with your ABCs
Rollin' on the alphabet I'm gonna
Get to Z.
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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S E X E D U C A T I O N
You wouldn't do it with a trout
A gas can with an open spout
But you left me out
A wallet with a thousand dollars
Both your dogs without their collars
But you left me out
I only wanted to be in
I knew you'd leave me out again
A hundred pounds of pure cocaine
Or the cake out in the rain
But you left me out
Like a tag on a mattress cover,
Would you do it to any other
You left me out
Let me in let me in let me in let me in let me in let me in... let me out
I could bear the fruit of your disdain,
plant its seeds and water it with shame,
but not the kind that enters in through our half opened doors,
instead it whispers, "Wait", but it doesn't say what for.
You could argue all your cares away,
or show off all your shiny new tiny tirades,
well here's another paragraph for the pile on your floor,
(you could) count all day then say, "But who was keeping score?"
'Cause you were there waiting in line for the train
that you know'll arrive on time,
Well, it's a funny thing to die and feel just fine.
We could carry all our thoughts back home,
and shuffle through the nights we felt alone,
we could never get the boss (?) we thought we had before,
it'd be like starting a fight when there's nothing to fight for.
The air is fresh with the smell of some conceit,
the blinding light that brings you to your feet,
it carrys through the breaths you thought you didn't breathe,
well it's a funny thing to die and never bleed.
'Cause you were there waiting in line for the train
that you know'll arrive on time,
Well, it's a funny thing to die and feel just fine.
'Cause you were there waiting in line for the train
that you know'll arrive on time,
Well, it's a funny thing to die and feel just fine.
It's a funny thing to die and feel just fine.
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