Afraid the Boogieman./karda kollionu
Oli igav ja joonistasin pildi./I was bored I draw a picture.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Boogieman
Kollionu
Afraid the Boogieman./karda kollionu
Oli igav ja joonistasin pildi./I was bored I draw a picture.
Vanemaid joonistusi leiab, kus hulgas on ka see joonistus./Older drawings can find, which also includes that drawing : http://clockworkbutcher.deviantart.com/
Afraid the Boogieman./karda kollionu
Oli igav ja joonistasin pildi./I was bored I draw a picture.
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Nosferatu !
Nosferatu !
Üks minu joonistustest mille ma digitaalselt värvisin hiljuti./One of my drawings that I digitally colored recently.
Vanemaid joonistusi leiab, kus hulgas on ka see joonistus./Older drawings can find, which also includes that drawing : http://clockworkbutcher.deviantart.com/
Üks minu joonistustest mille ma digitaalselt värvisin hiljuti./One of my drawings that I digitally colored recently.
Monday, 24 October 2011
Kas fantaasia ?
Panin oma mõtted paberile, et ei läheks oma mõtetega lolliks.
Kas fantaasia
kui saaks räägiks...
Kuis vaid kõneleks
ma paljut ütleks,
ma kunagi ei lahkuks,
sest ei suuda lahkuda,
pole mõtet kõnelda,
võib arvata mida...
võin mõelda seda...
kuid on hoopis muud
midagi täiesti muud,
ütleks midagi ilusat
palju head toredat
südamest ütleks...
kui saaks arusaadavaks.
Oled ilus kui õide puhkenud
lill mis naeratuse näole toonud,
enese õnnest on sinu õnn saanud
kui sina õnnelik
siis mina õnnelik.
Ma vaid paljut ütleks
ma sulle ilusat kõneleks
pole mõtet mul kõneks,
võin kõnelda sulle, kuulja
ehk oled sina mõistja
õelda mida ma tunnen
tema vastu ma tunnen.
Tahan teada saada kas
see ainult minu peas
tunne kui oleks päris
kas tegelikult on päris
või minu puhas fantaasia
minu eneses tekkinud fantaasia ?
Pole kunagi osanud
ega kunagi mõelnud
kuid ometi oskad...
südamest neile näitad
armastan...
Kas fantaasia
kui saaks räägiks...
Kuis vaid kõneleks
ma paljut ütleks,
ma kunagi ei lahkuks,
sest ei suuda lahkuda,
pole mõtet kõnelda,
võib arvata mida...
võin mõelda seda...
kuid on hoopis muud
midagi täiesti muud,
ütleks midagi ilusat
palju head toredat
südamest ütleks...
kui saaks arusaadavaks.
Oled ilus kui õide puhkenud
lill mis naeratuse näole toonud,
enese õnnest on sinu õnn saanud
kui sina õnnelik
siis mina õnnelik.
Ma vaid paljut ütleks
ma sulle ilusat kõneleks
pole mõtet mul kõneks,
võin kõnelda sulle, kuulja
ehk oled sina mõistja
õelda mida ma tunnen
tema vastu ma tunnen.
Tahan teada saada kas
see ainult minu peas
tunne kui oleks päris
kas tegelikult on päris
või minu puhas fantaasia
minu eneses tekkinud fantaasia ?
Pole kunagi osanud
ega kunagi mõelnud
kuid ometi oskad...
südamest neile näitad
armastan...
Hardcore punk
I like harcore punk. Specally because the attitude and lyrics/ Mulle meeldib hardcore punk. Erit just ellusuhtumise ja lüürika päras.
Don't need no ivory liquid. Don't want no afro sheen.
Don't need the latest fashions. Don't want my hair to smell clean.
I've got my automotion,
I've got that superpotion.
And if you think I'm going crazy,
Then pretty baby it might be true babe.
We don't need no first class. Don't need no second class.
All of the best-of, all that can kiss my ass.
I've got my claim to fame,
I've got that positive flame.
And if you think I'm going crazy,
Then pretty baby it might be you baby
Don't care what they may say we got that attitude. Don't care what they may do we got that attitude. Hey we got that PMA (positive mental attitude). Hey we got the PMA. Hey we got the PM
Some people look at me and talk about me like a clown
They just don't realize it's just my simple way to get down
I've got that supertouch
Chances are I've got too much
I've come to let you see
That you also can be free
It seems like everytime we all try to go underground
The stinkin' troopers them, they think that we are fooling around
We have had about enough
Now we're gonna get real tough
It happens everyday,
That's why we got P.M.A. (Positive Mental Attitudes)
We got - You got - You got
We got - We got - You got - You got
We can see most everything
We've got that supertouch
We can see most everything
We've got that supertouch
Shitfit
(People just pretending, that's a let down
Undercover lover, that's my heart now
Struggle just in living, that's the realm of
Accept me as I'm not, and that's a shitfit
My best ain't good enough for you
My test is what you gonna do
Ain't no any kind of way
Love was lost in yesterday
Now we've felt this, so you'll get yours now
Everybody's living and nobody's giving
And nobody gives a damn
You must understand me, the end is surely coming
Prepare for the final plan
People just pretending, that's a let down
Undercover lover, that's my heart now
Struggle just in living, that's the realm of
accept me as i'm not, and that's a shitfi
Banned in D.C. with a thousand more places to go.
Gonna swim across the Atlantic, cause that's the only place I can go.
You, you can't hurt me, me I'm banned in D.C. D.C.
We, we got ourselves, gonna sing it, gonna love it, gonna work it out to any length.
Don't worry, no worry, about what people say.
We got ourselves, we gonna make it anyway.
You, you can't hurt me, why I'm banned in D.C. D.C.
And if you ban us from your clubs, it's the right time, with the right mind.
And if you think we really care, you won't find in my mind.
Ooh! Ooh! You can't afford, to close your doors, so soon no more
Sounds just an overdub
Hate is just a fashion show
(not sure this one)
The hate it starts and never ends
We dont need we get our fill
Its esoteric overkill
Its a shiny new aesthetic
Get us out of vogue
We dont need your magazines
We dont need you fashion show
We dont need your tv
We dont want to know
We dont need we get our fill
Its esoteric overkill
Its a shiny new aesthetic
Get us out of vogue
Starting fights at school
And writing stupid lines like "Anarchy Rules"
You don't even know what anarchy is
You never will and you never did
You're a closet punk
You closet punk
If your mother only knew you wear bandannas and boots
Of you traded your tennis racket
For a camouflage jacket
Those wrap around glasses make you look like a faggot
You've got a Mohawk that you comb down in the day
When you're at work or when you're out at play
You're at work or when you're out at play
You're in this just for fun
You're a closet punk
You closet punk
Stay in the closet where you belong
Stay in the closet where you've been all along
You're the hidden one
You're in this just for fun
You're a closet punk
You're a closet punk
You closet punk
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's something I just don't need
I've got the straight edge
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a crutch
I've got the straight edge
Lyrics in youtube/Lüürika youtube'is
You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?
It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
At least I'm fuckin' trying
What the fuck have you done?
It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
Never give but always take
Kill and lie for security
Your shit on supermarket shelves to see
Instinct of survival
The multinational corporations
Makes its profit from the starving nations
Indigenous peoples become their slaves
From their births into their graves
The multinational corporations
Makes its profit from the starving nations
Another product for you to buy
You'll keep paying until you die
They'll probably never bother you again
Because money talks and people listen
To get rich is the American ambition
Money talks and people listen
To get ahead and get some more
That's what this country was built upon
And all it seems to stand for
So capitalism makes you free?
This is no democracy
We have no humanity
Not in this society
The disease of greed affects us,
I think it always has
Because nothing talks louder
Than cold, hard cash
We only care about how we can get more
This country has no use for anyone who's poor
The American dream completes the scheme
Exploit the poor without remorse
Social barriers, we lie to hide
Dog eat dog with our false pride
MODERN PROBLEMS
Modern problems can't escape 'em
Modern problems won't go away
Modern problems with me always
Modern problems can't live without 'em
You'd better stay away from me
Or you'll get caught in my misery
Now I'm searching for a wife
To be depressed with for the rest of my life
Modern problems keep me this way
Modern problems nothing to say
Modern problems nothing to give
Modern problems impossible to live with!
Lyrics in youtube/Lüürika youtube'is
Don't need no ivory liquid. Don't want no afro sheen.
Don't need the latest fashions. Don't want my hair to smell clean.
I've got my automotion,
I've got that superpotion.
And if you think I'm going crazy,
Then pretty baby it might be true babe.
We don't need no first class. Don't need no second class.
All of the best-of, all that can kiss my ass.
I've got my claim to fame,
I've got that positive flame.
And if you think I'm going crazy,
Then pretty baby it might be you baby
Don't care what they may say we got that attitude. Don't care what they may do we got that attitude. Hey we got that PMA (positive mental attitude). Hey we got the PMA. Hey we got the PM
Some people look at me and talk about me like a clown
They just don't realize it's just my simple way to get down
I've got that supertouch
Chances are I've got too much
I've come to let you see
That you also can be free
It seems like everytime we all try to go underground
The stinkin' troopers them, they think that we are fooling around
We have had about enough
Now we're gonna get real tough
It happens everyday,
That's why we got P.M.A. (Positive Mental Attitudes)
We got - You got - You got
We got - We got - You got - You got
We can see most everything
We've got that supertouch
We can see most everything
We've got that supertouch
Shitfit
(People just pretending, that's a let down
Undercover lover, that's my heart now
Struggle just in living, that's the realm of
Accept me as I'm not, and that's a shitfit
My best ain't good enough for you
My test is what you gonna do
Ain't no any kind of way
Love was lost in yesterday
Now we've felt this, so you'll get yours now
Everybody's living and nobody's giving
And nobody gives a damn
You must understand me, the end is surely coming
Prepare for the final plan
People just pretending, that's a let down
Undercover lover, that's my heart now
Struggle just in living, that's the realm of
accept me as i'm not, and that's a shitfi
Banned in D.C. with a thousand more places to go.
Gonna swim across the Atlantic, cause that's the only place I can go.
You, you can't hurt me, me I'm banned in D.C. D.C.
We, we got ourselves, gonna sing it, gonna love it, gonna work it out to any length.
Don't worry, no worry, about what people say.
We got ourselves, we gonna make it anyway.
You, you can't hurt me, why I'm banned in D.C. D.C.
And if you ban us from your clubs, it's the right time, with the right mind.
And if you think we really care, you won't find in my mind.
Ooh! Ooh! You can't afford, to close your doors, so soon no more
Out of Vogue Lyrics
Middle Class
Sounds just an overdub
Hate is just a fashion show
(not sure this one)
The hate it starts and never ends
We dont need we get our fill
Its esoteric overkill
Its a shiny new aesthetic
Get us out of vogue
We dont need your magazines
We dont need you fashion show
We dont need your tv
We dont want to know
We dont need we get our fill
Its esoteric overkill
Its a shiny new aesthetic
Get us out of vogue
You dance the same and dress the same
Won't be long (till) you are the same
You look the same you act the same
There's nothing new and you're to blame
This is Boston, Not L.A.
This is Boston, Fuck L.A.
Won't be long (till) you are the same
You look the same you act the same
There's nothing new and you're to blame
This is Boston, Not L.A.
This is Boston, Fuck L.A.
Closet Punk
You think your real coolStarting fights at school
And writing stupid lines like "Anarchy Rules"
You don't even know what anarchy is
You never will and you never did
You're a closet punk
You closet punk
If your mother only knew you wear bandannas and boots
Of you traded your tennis racket
For a camouflage jacket
Those wrap around glasses make you look like a faggot
You've got a Mohawk that you comb down in the day
When you're at work or when you're out at play
You're at work or when you're out at play
You're in this just for fun
You're a closet punk
You closet punk
Stay in the closet where you belong
Stay in the closet where you've been all along
You're the hidden one
You're in this just for fun
You're a closet punk
You're a closet punk
You closet punk
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's something I just don't need
I've got the straight edge
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a crutch
I've got the straight edge
Lyrics in youtube/Lüürika youtube'is
You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?
It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
At least I'm fuckin' trying
What the fuck have you done?
It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
Instinct Of Survival
Advertise the product you makeNever give but always take
Kill and lie for security
Your shit on supermarket shelves to see
Instinct of survival
The multinational corporations
Makes its profit from the starving nations
Indigenous peoples become their slaves
From their births into their graves
The multinational corporations
Makes its profit from the starving nations
Another product for you to buy
You'll keep paying until you die
CRYPTIC SLAUGHTER - MONEY TALKS
Somebody hassles you try giving them a tenThey'll probably never bother you again
Because money talks and people listen
To get rich is the American ambition
Money talks and people listen
To get ahead and get some more
That's what this country was built upon
And all it seems to stand for
So capitalism makes you free?
This is no democracy
We have no humanity
Not in this society
The disease of greed affects us,
I think it always has
Because nothing talks louder
Than cold, hard cash
We only care about how we can get more
This country has no use for anyone who's poor
The American dream completes the scheme
Exploit the poor without remorse
Social barriers, we lie to hide
Dog eat dog with our false pride
MODERN PROBLEMS
Modern problems can't escape 'em
Modern problems won't go away
Modern problems with me always
Modern problems can't live without 'em
You'd better stay away from me
Or you'll get caught in my misery
Now I'm searching for a wife
To be depressed with for the rest of my life
Modern problems keep me this way
Modern problems nothing to say
Modern problems nothing to give
Modern problems impossible to live with!
Lyrics in youtube/Lüürika youtube'is
Ladybug
My newest drawing./minu uusim joonistus.
"Lepatriinu"
Vanemaid joonistusi leiab, kus hulgas on ka see joonistus./Older drawings can find, which also includes that drawing : http://clockworkbutcher.deviantart.com/
"Lepatriinu"
Vanemaid joonistusi leiab, kus hulgas on ka see joonistus./Older drawings can find, which also includes that drawing :
Sunday, 23 October 2011
My homemade guitar like instruments.
Minu kodukootud kitarri sarnased instrumentid.
More picture with details can see./Rohkem pilte detailitest näeb: http://www.cigarboxnation.com/photo/album/listForOwner?screenName=3ssm9r423e5nd
I love the girly goggles
Ma armastan naiselike kaitseprille.
THE MEN THAT WILL NOT BE BLAMED FOR NOTHING- GOGGLES
Most men like their women
Deferential and polite
But we prefer the type of girl
Who looks like she could win a fight
Dainty girls are all well and good
But they can't fix your stuff
A pretty girl's alright for some
But for us it's not enough!
CHORUS
I love a girl in goggles
It's goggles that does it for me
You can keep your girly girly girl
I want a woman who likes getting dirty
A girl who can strip an engine
Glistening with sweat and oil
I love a girl in goggles
In goggles?
In goggles!
I want a girl with looks and charm (?)
And spirits full of wit (?)
If you just want an ornament
Then you, sir, are a tit
Dainty girls are all well and good
But they can't fix your stuff
A pretty girl's alright for some
But for us it's not enough!
(CHORUS)x2
It's time that we as men reject
This view of women folk
And embrace the type that sing and dance
And bum a fucking smoke
So fuck polite society
And all that that entails
With a bawdy song, messed up hair, and dirty fingernails
It's time that we as men reject
This view of women folk
Embrace the type that sing and dance
And bum a fucking smoke
So fuck polite society
And all that that entails
A bawdy song!
Messed up hair!
And dirty fingernails!
THE MEN THAT WILL NOT BE BLAMED FOR NOTHING- GOGGLES
Most men like their women
Deferential and polite
But we prefer the type of girl
Who looks like she could win a fight
Dainty girls are all well and good
But they can't fix your stuff
A pretty girl's alright for some
But for us it's not enough!
CHORUS
I love a girl in goggles
It's goggles that does it for me
You can keep your girly girly girl
I want a woman who likes getting dirty
A girl who can strip an engine
Glistening with sweat and oil
I love a girl in goggles
In goggles?
In goggles!
I want a girl with looks and charm (?)
And spirits full of wit (?)
If you just want an ornament
Then you, sir, are a tit
Dainty girls are all well and good
But they can't fix your stuff
A pretty girl's alright for some
But for us it's not enough!
(CHORUS)x2
It's time that we as men reject
This view of women folk
And embrace the type that sing and dance
And bum a fucking smoke
So fuck polite society
And all that that entails
With a bawdy song, messed up hair, and dirty fingernails
It's time that we as men reject
This view of women folk
Embrace the type that sing and dance
And bum a fucking smoke
So fuck polite society
And all that that entails
A bawdy song!
Messed up hair!
And dirty fingernails!
kolm maailma
On olemas kolm maailma.
Üks mida me näeme.
Teine mida me kuuleme
kolmas mida me näeme ja kuuleme.
Muusika on maailmas kus me näeme ja kuuleme või ainult kuuleme.
Joonistused, maalid jms on maailmas kus me me näeme ja kuuleme või ainult näeme.
Armastus on kõigis. Pole vahet kas me näeme ja kuuleme või ainult näeme või kuuleme.
Kui sa ei saa, siis sa tahaks.
Kui sa saad siis sa ei taha.
Kui me saame rääkida, käsi kasutada, joosts vms siis me ei kippu hindama seda.
Kui me pole kunagi saanud ja ühe hetkel saame siis me hindame ja värtustame seda.
Kui me ei sa midagi öelda või see on raskendatud ütleks palju ja ilusat.
Kui me tunneme ennast üksikuna või oleme täiesti üksi siis me mõtleme neist kes meist
hoolisid. Olenemata sellest kas nad olid koledad, ilusad, lollid, natuke napakad.
Üks mida me näeme.
Teine mida me kuuleme
kolmas mida me näeme ja kuuleme.
Muusika on maailmas kus me näeme ja kuuleme või ainult kuuleme.
Joonistused, maalid jms on maailmas kus me me näeme ja kuuleme või ainult näeme.
Armastus on kõigis. Pole vahet kas me näeme ja kuuleme või ainult näeme või kuuleme.
Kui sa ei saa, siis sa tahaks.
Kui sa saad siis sa ei taha.
Kui me saame rääkida, käsi kasutada, joosts vms siis me ei kippu hindama seda.
Kui me pole kunagi saanud ja ühe hetkel saame siis me hindame ja värtustame seda.
Kui me ei sa midagi öelda või see on raskendatud ütleks palju ja ilusat.
Kui me tunneme ennast üksikuna või oleme täiesti üksi siis me mõtleme neist kes meist
hoolisid. Olenemata sellest kas nad olid koledad, ilusad, lollid, natuke napakad.
Johnny Lowebow
Best One man band./Parim ühemehe bänd.
Johnny lowebow
Tavalise kitarri asemel kasutab johnny nii bassi kui kitarri funktsioone täitvat kahe kaelaga kitarri, mille valmistas ise. Pilli korpus on tehtud sigarikarbist, üks kahest kaelast on kokku pandud piljardikiidest ning helipead meisterdatud külmkapimagnetitest.
The Lowebow is a mutant, handmade musical instrument based on the classic cigar box guitar. Designed originally for one-man bands and named after the one-stringed "diddly bow" popular with the original Delta Blues players, the Lowebow allows musicians to play both bass and slide guitar parts at the same time. Since perfecting the design in 2000, Lowe has put the unique instruments into the hands of musicians such as the North Mississippi Allstars, as well as selling them at his own concerts.
Johnny lowebow
Tavalise kitarri asemel kasutab johnny nii bassi kui kitarri funktsioone täitvat kahe kaelaga kitarri, mille valmistas ise. Pilli korpus on tehtud sigarikarbist, üks kahest kaelast on kokku pandud piljardikiidest ning helipead meisterdatud külmkapimagnetitest.
The Lowebow is a mutant, handmade musical instrument based on the classic cigar box guitar. Designed originally for one-man bands and named after the one-stringed "diddly bow" popular with the original Delta Blues players, the Lowebow allows musicians to play both bass and slide guitar parts at the same time. Since perfecting the design in 2000, Lowe has put the unique instruments into the hands of musicians such as the North Mississippi Allstars, as well as selling them at his own concerts.
My animations
Minu loodud animatsioonid
Taustal on kuulda veidrat irvet(hii...hii...), muusika(trummid ja puhkpillid) ja müra mis tuleneb filmi- ja helilindi vanadusest. Jala kukkudes kostub klaasi purunemise heli.
Taustaks on kuulda klaveri mängu.
Taustaks on kuulda avangardistlik klaveri mäng
Kuulda: Keegi siseneb ruumi ja tõmbab metallist ahelaid ning see järel lahkub.
Pilid ilmudes kuulda: kõrvad kumisevad(lõhutud kärisev segane jutt) ja vilistavad(klaveri klahvi vajutuse sarnane heli).Kui kaob pilt: astub keegi tuppa ja kostub naiselik karjatus ning on kuulda naha rebenemist(riide ja paberi rebimine).
Taustaks on kuulda avangardistlik kitarri ja trummide muusika ning vihmasadu.
Blues music what I like
With lyrics.in video
Without lyrics.
With lyrics on youtube
<Intro guitar>
<background chorus throughout>
Put 'em down, put 'em down Put 'em down, good Lordy Put 'em down, good Lordy Put 'em down, shake 'em down
Good Lordy, shake 'em down Good Lordy, shake 'em down Good Lordy, shake 'em down Good Lordy, shake 'em down
If you, come to my house You's gon' find Me around, good Lordy Stop right there, baby go in Shake 'em on down Lordy, must I Lo-ord
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
<background chorus throughout>
Put 'em down, put 'em down Put 'em down, good Lordy Put 'em down, good Lordy Put 'em down, shake 'em down
Good Lordy, shake 'em down Good Lordy, shake 'em down Good Lordy, shake 'em down Good Lordy, shake 'em down
If you, come to my house You's gon' find Me around, good Lordy Stop right there, baby go in Shake 'em on down Lordy, must I Lo-ord
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
If you see my baby, Lordy Stand around You know we gettin' ready, mama We gonna shake 'em on down Lordy, must I Lo-ho-hord
(guitar & comb)
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Put yo' knees togetherBabe, let yo' backbone move Can't-a woman in town Cain't shake 'em down like you, Lordy Must I, Lo-ord
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Whoa, Lo-o-ord (chorus continues) 1.39
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, to my house
Whoa, Lo-o-ord 1.51
(guitar & comb)
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Put yo' knees togetherBabe, let yo' backbone move Can't-a woman in town Cain't shake 'em down like you, Lordy Must I, Lo-ord
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Whoa, Lo-o-ord (chorus continues) 1.39
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, to my house
Whoa, Lo-o-ord 1.51
Shake 'em down, to my house Good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, good Lordy To my house, good Lordy Shake 'em down, to my house
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house
Far away up over the hill, baby Lord, to get some ice Befo' we got back, baby Lord, we shook 'em down twice Lordy, must I, Lord
Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house Shake 'em down, to my house.
(guitar - slide, picking, strumming, and comb to end)
(guitar)
<first line vs. each sings solo> When the train come along, Lord When the train come along, Lord Gonna meet her at the station When the train come along
If you see my mother And she ask for me, Lord Gonna meet her at the station When the train come along
(guitar)
When the train come along, Lord When the train come along, Lord Gonna meet her at the station When the train come along
If you see my father And he ask for me, Lord Gonna meet him at the station When the train come along
(guitar)
When the train come along, Lord When the train come along, Lord Gonna meet her at the station When the train come along
When the train come along, Lord When the train come along, Lord Gonna meet her at the station When the train come along
If you see my father And he ask for me, Lord Gonna meet him at the station When the train come along
(guitar)
If you see my mother And she ask for me, Lord Gonna meet her at the station When the train come along.
You see, see, rider, you see what you have done?
You made me love you Made me love you, now your man done come You made me love you, now your man have come Ain't no more potatoes, the frost have killed the vine Well, the blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind You see, see, rider, you see what you done? You done made me love you You made me love you
"You're three times seven, you know what you wanna do, three times seven, you know what you wanna do, you're three times seven, you know what you wanna do" If I had-a listened to my second mind, Lord, I wouldn't -a been sittin' here and wringin' my hands and cryin' I wouldn't been sittin' here, wringin' my hands and cryin' I wouldn't been sittin' here, wringin' my hands and cryin' You see, see, rider, you see what you have done? You done made me love you You made me love you
I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?
It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead" I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?
You know, it said, "Hurry, hurry, how come the gal you love is dead?"
So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
When I got there she was layin on a coolin' board
I grabbed up my suitcase, and I said and I took off down the road
I said, but when I got there she was already layin on a coolin' board
Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face
Said, the good ol' gal got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day
I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face
I said the good ol' gal, she got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day
Looked like there was 10,000 people standin' round the buryin' ground
I didn't know I loved her 'til they laid her down
Looked like 10,000 were standin' round the buryin' ground
You know I didn't know I loved her 'til they *** laid her down
Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
I wouldn't mistreat you baby, for my weight in gold
I said, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
You know I wouldn't mistreat nobody, baby, not for my weight in gold
Well, I folded up my arms and I slowly walked away
I said, "Farewell honey, I'll see you on Judgment Day"
Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away
I said, "Farewell, farewell, I'll see you on the Judgment Day"
You know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray
The blues came along and drove my spirit away
I went in my room, I said I bowed down to pray
I said the blues came along and drove my spirit away
You know I didn't feel so bad, 'til the good ol' sun went down
I didn't have a soul to throw my arms around
I didn't feel so bad, 'til the good ol' sun went down
You know, I didn't have nobody to throw my arms around
I loved you baby, like I love myself
You don't have me, you won't have nobody else
I loved you baby, better than I did myself
I said now if you don't have me, I didn't want you to have nobody else
You know, it's hard to love someone that don't love you
Ain't no satisfaction, don't care what in the world you do
Yeah, it's hard to love someone that don't love you
You know it don't look like satisfaction, don't care what in the world you do
Got up this mornin', just about the break of day
A-huggin' the pillow where she used to lay
Got up this mornin', just about the break of day
A-huggin' the pillow where my good gal used to lay
Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
You know, I must-a had them old walkin' blues
Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
Yeah, you know bout that, I must-a had them old walkin' blues
You know, I cried last night and all the night before
Gotta change my way a livin', so I don't have to cry no more
You know, I cried last night and all the night before
Gotta change my way a livin', you see, so I don't have to cry no more
Ah, hush, thought I heard her call my name
If it wasn't so loud and so nice and plain
Ah, yeah
Mmmmmm
Well, listen, whatever you do
This is one thing, honey, I tried to get along with you
Yes, no tellin' what you do
I done everything I could, just to try and get along with you
Well, the minutes seemed like hours, hours they seemed like days
It seemed like my good, old gal outta done stopped her low-down ways
Minutes seemed like hours, hours they seemed like days
Seems like my good, old gal outta done stopped her low-down ways
You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do
Love sometimes leaves you feeling sad and blue
You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do
Love sometimes make you feel sad and blue
In love, girl
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you, baby
I'm in love with you
Can't help myself, baby
I don't know, baby
Whatcha doin' to me, girl
Whatever you're doin' baby
Well, oh God, girl
Do as you wish
Baby
Put your arms around me, girl
Hold me, baby
Make me feel good, girl
I know you can, baby
Let's only try, girl
Baby,
Put on your clothes, girl
Let's go to dance, baby
I want to make love to you, girl
All night long
In love, girl
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you, baby
I'm in love with you
Can't help myself, baby
Baby
Put your arms around me, girl
Hold me, baby
Make me feel good, girl
I know you can, baby
You got what it takes, girl
Davis is most notable for his distinctive style of guitar playing. Davis plays guitar using a table knife in his fretting hand in a manner similar to slide guitar, resulting in a welter of metal-stress harmonic transients and a singular tonal plasticity. He uses this style out of necessity. When he was 10, he suffered from severe polio which left him little control over his left hand and restricted use of his right.[1] He had been playing guitar prior to his polio and decided to continue in spite of his handicap, and developed his knife method as the only way he could come up with of still playing guitar.
Love is art. Words don't help always.
Armastus on kunst. Sõnad ei aita alati.
Minu traditsioonilised joonistused./My traditional drawings.
Minu traditsioonilised joonistused./My traditional drawings.
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