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"The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades!" by Timbuk 3.

I study nuclear science
I love my classes
I got a crazy teacher, he wears dark glasses
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting good grades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades,
I gotta wear shades

I've got a job waiting for my graduation
Fifty thou a year -- buys a lot of beer
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting good grades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades

Well I'm heavenly blessed and worldly wise
I'm a peeping-tom techie with x-ray eyes
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting good grades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades

(instrumental break)

I study nuclear science
I love my classes
I got a crazy teacher, he wears dark glasses
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting good grades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades

Came to see friends
Walk old streets again
Grab a bite and beer by the sea
It caught my attention
The old town has grown
That's why I came alone

But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

I've got a couple of Irish songs running through my head right now... I think the main one is Kelly from Killane

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Ramadan is over,
The new moon's shown her face,
I'm halfway round the planet,
In a most unlikely place.

Take a bottle
Shake it up
Break the bubble
Break it up

Pour some sugar on me
Oooh in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oooh, Can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head
To my feet, yeah


Always love hearing that one first thing in the morning...one of my favorite 'get moving, use hairbrush as microphone' songs.

Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise

Should I take this last step
or turn myself around
or follow my intuition into that border town

Brent Burns...."I Like Stuff Like That"

I've been across this country, from Denver to the ocean
And I never met girls that could sing so sweet
like the angels that live in Houston

Singing roll me easy, so slow and easy
Play that concertina be a temptress
And baby I'm defenseless

It's a Little Feat kinda day.

Not sure why but this has been running through my head all afternoon........


When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bustin' hell
Toutin' just cowbells
Stop his trails in front of your digs

There's this place you can go called Tierra Del Feugo
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kinda Troy without Helen
Past the Straits of Magellan
Things are always looking up down there

And there's a party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do the tango twirl
Forget the temples and the golf pants
Over there in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world

It seems like I've run out of reasons to be here
So I'm just going to steal from myself
If your attitude has fallen
There's a latitude that's calling
Take yourself past that continental shelf

Now the band that we hired
Is playing so inspired
Eskimos and eunuchs from Bangkok
Have this location so nice
We won't run out of ice
'Cause Antarctica is just around the block

And there's a party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do the tango twirl
So don't make that big mistaika
And wind up with Miss Jamaica
At the party at the end of world

Flying machines, yellow submarines
Fresh girls in cowboy decor
RSVP isn't needed you see
And the crowd they're just yelling for more

Now in case you hadn't heard
Things are getting quite absurd
No one really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis
Oh god How I miss those Commies
No one really plays fair anymore

But I've spoken to the yogis
Had a conversation with our roadies
Who assure me that our arrangements are complete
So the things and the stories down the road or Roaring 40's
And you best reserve that cherished window seat

To the party at the end of the world (end of the world)
Where the locals do that tango twirl
When there's native girls to capture
There's a party at the end of the world

Who cares if there's no fire
We'll be rocking in Ushuaia
At the party at the end
We surely can attend
The party at the end of the world

I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe

I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me

VanillaGrl wrote:We'll end up hand in hand
Somewhere down on the sand
Me and you

Just as free
Free as we'll ever be
Just as free
Free as we'll ever be

I saw Zac Brown Band in concert a few months ago. A fight broke out during that song and a bunch of security had to drag them out. Amazing concert, though. We sat front row center. Zac Brown was standing 2 feet in front of me. It was great!

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungrey and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.

It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU CAN DRINK SOME BEER DOWN HERE
ARGUE, LAUGH, AND CHEER DOWN THERE
PASS ANOTHER YEAR DOWN THERE

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door

The Proclaimers....don't know why it's in my head. LOL

Someone wants a piece of you
Never let 'em pay
What you do not give them
Time takes anyway

Had I known what love is worth
I could have saved the tears
Might have come in handy
Like souvenirs

I didn't see her comin'
'Til my head turned in surprise
Thinking I must know her
But it was her thin disguise

She padded up her innocence
And tightly cinched her fears
But she saved a little room
For souvenirs

I still go to pieces
But I don't go as often
Placeless times in space
Where all the edges soften

She took me away
Where I couldn't send her
I knew that she would leave me
Something to remember

I wanted more than one
Until I found the one I wanted
Her memories are ghosts now
Though I'm still pretty haunted

What we gave each other
Ain't exactly clear
Probably comes under the heading
Of souvenirs

Pieces, bits, and pieces
Add up through the years
I've collected a small fortune
In souvenirs

"Chicken Fried" by Zac Brown Band because I'm hungry for fried chicken.