Smith and Wesson or a Colt always beat four aces.
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Aces & Eights
Walked up in the bar sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin' pool and he thought he was good
Cuz he bet me 5 dimes he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sic back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn't squeal but it looked like it hurt
And it did cuz he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked but what's worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said "i'm sorry 'bout your luck"
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Chorus:
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
How about the guy used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn't wear gloves he was too hard core
May he rest in peace we don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin' to make her way
She moved to the city all she wanted was a job
Now she's underneath the desk tryin' to move to the top
It won't stop cuz the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for
You might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin' with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
(chorus)
You could beat the system you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
(imagine) everything you ever worked for (strived for)
Suddenly becomin' everything your gonna die for
Now what'd ya live for? nothing anymore right
How could you live your life uptight?
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty now how does that feel?
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
You boucned like a ball and that's how you'll die
(chorus)
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Aces Eights
Walked up in the bar sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin pool and he thought he was good
Cuz he bet me 5 dimes he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sic back flip and ended up full kneel
He didnt squeal but it looked like it hurt
And it did cuz he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked but whats worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said Im sorry bout your luck
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Chorus:
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
How about the guy used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didnt wear gloves he was too hard core
May he rest in peace we dont see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin to make her way
She moved to the city all she wanted was a job
Now shes underneath the desk tryin to move to the top
It wont stop cuz the circle wont let it
Be careful what you wish for
You might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
(chorus)
You could beat the system you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
(imagine) everything you ever worked for (strived for)
Suddenly becomin everything your gonna die for
Now whatd ya live for? nothing anymore right
How could you live your life uptight?
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud but you couldnt come clean
And that makes you dirty now how does that feel?
Living life like an open cut that wont heal
Sore at the world and you dont know why
You boucned like a ball and thats how youll die
(chorus)
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Gun control has not worked in D.C. The only people who have guns are criminals. We have the strictest gun laws in the nation and one of the highest murder rates. It's quicker to pull your Smith & Wesson than to dial 911 if you're being robbed.
quote by Lowell Duckett
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You Really Got Me Now
You're dancing with your shadow
You been talking in your sleep
Well you can walk on water
But don't want to wet your feet
You really got me
You really got me now
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really put me through it
You got me
You say you talk to everyone
Who is anyone in town
But they don't recognize you
With your foot out of your mouth
You really got me
You really got me now
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really put me through it
You got me
Who am I to judge a man
Who says he's his own biggest fan
It's true
You brought a knife out to a gunfight
And you're shouting that I'm dead
My old friends Smith and Wesson
Think you're in over your head
You really got me
You really got me now
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really put me through it
You got me
Repeat
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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D. J. S
All of the d.j.s surely have taken lessons
Start talkin trash and Ill come with my smith & wesson
A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same,
the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone
Aint nothin wrong, aint nothing right
And still I set and lie awake all night
All of the d.j.s surely have taken lessons
Try talkin trash and Ill come with my smith & wesson
Enough d.j.s come with enough stylie
But when I bust my lyrics we all know its wicked-wily.
Aint nothin wrong, aint nothing right
But still I sit and lie awake all night
You better be strapped with the gat
If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down
With the new stylie, rockin rubadub know as reggae music
Gotta come down with some new lyrics
Cause it just aint nothing, oh I said its been a real long time
Aint nothin wrong, aint nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Rubadub blender a new mixer
I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor
Hear my dub... lord have his grilled cheese.
I aint jamaican, but I aint no freak
Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o tweak
And called him ghost rider every time you see him he fulfill the danger
Aint nothin wrong, aint nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
We will survive in this world of competition
To make sure we have our ammunition...bo bo bo bo...go go go go...
I wont wait so long
I said I wont wait so long
For you
Stop your messin around,
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out
Or youll wind up in jail
song performed by by Sublime
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One of my major competitors was Harold Smith. Smith beat me in 1977. I was loafing during that competition.
quote by Edwin Moses
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How Da Beat Goes On
[chorus tra-knox and (will smith)]
Its all night, and its all right, til the sunlight
(this is how da beat goes on)
Big will, tra-knox, so hot
(this is how da beat goes on)
Poppin, rockin, and stompin
(this is how da beat goes on)
Big will, tra-knox, so hot
(this is how da beat goes on)
(verse 1 - will smith)
Its the bizzi, wizza, jizzi, wizzil
Bizon, wizzay, wizzat, fizzil
Back again but with a couple of friends
Thought my reign would end, well now Im rubbin it in
Im back yes, yes yallin, back again ballin
Out for a couple of years thought I had fallen
You seen me with denzel and russ crowe
But yo the movies just a chick on the side Im in love with the flow
Time off to be an oscar nominee now
Back to the m-i-c to mc now
Rockin the ol heads blazing the youth
Only rapper had the president raising the roof
Check the tape, checkmate, its one mission
Make your move, dont fight submission
To dawn to dusk, we on a trust
Just dont miss the bus, to jam on with us, come on
[chorus tra-knox and (will smith)]
Its all night, and its all right, til the sunlight
(this is how da beat goes on)
Big will, tra-knox, so hot
(this is how da beat goes on)
Poppin, rockin, and stompin
(this is how da beat goes on)
Big will, tra-knox, so hot
(this is how da beat goes on)
(verse 2 - will smith)
This is, how the
Beat goes on and on and on and
Me and tra-knox keep keepin it on and
Jokers aint stoppin til the mornin, so
(tra-knox)
Every, everybody come feel this
This union, this spirit
Created from the soul, oh yeah
Its big will (who else)
And tra-knox keepin it real
Tearing up the club
We got what you want
So you cannot front
Everybody get on the floor
(will smith)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, we aint stoppin til the mornin
Me and tra-knox keep, keepin it on and (we keep, keepin it on and)
[chorus tra-knox and (will smith)]
Its all night, and its all right, til the sunlight
(this is how da beat goes on)
Big will, tra-knox, so hot
(this is how da beat goes on)
Poppin, rockin, and stompin
(this is how da beat goes on)
Big will, tra-knox, so hot
(this is how da beat goes on)
(verse 3 - will smith)
A hip hop superhero, a widow, cape or a suit
Hit the studio every year or so, and escape with the loot
On my down time straight to the links
I could pack a dance floor, a movie theatre or truck from brinks
On christmas, mom and wife douse em with ice
Aol, search will smith thousands of sites
And at the club, hands clappin toes tappin
Sucka Im the greatest thing ever happen to rappin
Best shape of my life destined to show ya
No scrapes or fender benders lead the game total
Free, dont move hip hop mogul
Philly aint happy i, I be the guy to go
The guy to go, you know the go to guy
The mega man that got the whole crew like
Damn will den done did it again
He done stepped up to the plate and he done hit it again
Yo get them hands up
(tra-knox)
Throw your hands up
Wave em like you dont care
You like the sound then
Then let me hear you say
[chorus tra-knox and (will smith)]
Its all night, and its all right, til the sunlight
(this is how da beat goes on)
Big will, tra-knox, so hot
(this is how da beat goes on)
Poppin, rockin, and stompin
(this is how da beat goes on)
Big will, tra-knox, so hot
(this is how da beat goes on)
song performed by by Will Smith
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Double Tragedy!
when they notified him
that his only son had been
killed in Afghanistan...
he went out in the yard
and draped an American flag
across the windshield of
his '57 chevy...
and drenching it in gasoline,
he set it ablaze...
and he sat on the porch
with his Vietnam Vet hat
pulled down low over his eyes...
sipping good Kentucky bourbon...
when it had burnt down
and he could hear the sirens,
he took the 38 caliber smith and wesson
from his lap, and putting it to his temple,
pulled the trigger!
in the paper they called it
a double tragedy!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Beat It
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and the words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playing with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
song performed by by Unseen
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Gun Love
{on this second of two new tracks, zz takes their cue from jimmy reeds
Blues classic real gone lover. despite the title, this ballistic
Track has more in common with traditional blues themes than the nra.
Recorded for this occasion, billys lead is played on a fender jaguar,
Standard side arm for surf music warriors of yore.}
She likes to shoot her gun,
Shootin at the target of love.
She likes to load her chamber,
Hot and tight like a black leather glove.
Shes a little freak, but shell take you in.
You might be sittin at the end of a firing pin.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
Shes a real gun lover,
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
Shes a real gun lover tonight.
Shes so particular, she likes a smith and wesson or colt.
But shell give you some lovin as long as shes cockin the bolt.
Better hold on when shes up to her tricks
Playin russian roulette but shell load all six.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
Shes a real gun lover,
Gun love, (gun love) gun love, (gun love) gun love,
Shes a real gun lover tonight.
She likes the punch deep down in her pistolero.
Running with the wild bunch, makin like a robert dinero.
Shes kinda shy but make no mistake,
Shell shoot you full of love till your love bone aches.
Gun love, gun love, gun love,
Shes a real gun lover,
Gun love, (gun love) gun love, gun love,
Shes a real gun lover tonight.
Shes a real gun lover.
Shes a real gun lover tonight.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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One Beat Away
One beat away from all I own
One beat away from where I've grown
One beat away from all the stars
One beat away from Jupiter or Mars
Let that beat stay away for awhile
So I may still see your smile.
One beat away from all my pride
One beat away from by your side
One beat away from songs I love
One beat away from the skies above
Let that beat not come around
So I may hear your breathing sound.
One beat away from quiet prayer
One beat away from all we share
One beat away from all this pain
One beat away, I can't remain.
Let my memory stay with you.
Ah! sweet love, I say adieu.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lesson One
A poet named Paul Apicella
while as prickly as Nelson Mandela
has politely declared
that his skill is impaired
though he may be a jolly good fella.
He likes limericks, well so he states
has presented a taste to his mates.
It insulted the ear
and I worry and fear
it's a dinner without any plates.
I shall be your new lim-e-rick teacher
let me warn you, I'm really a preacher.
If you do earn a FAIL
I shall send you an ale;
to the Irish a limerick's a creature.
As you see you have had your first lesson.
Look at poems as delicatessen.
If you force them at all
your own star soon will fall;
You shall meet my dear friends Smith and Wesson.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Chicago Art Institute
They got these two big stone lions
fronting Michigan Avenue
in downtown Chicago
Inside are oil paintings
by Edward Hopper -
mostly city scenes
you know the kind I mean?
empty streets
lonely rooms
deserted buildings
There I was in one of those offices-
feet up on a battered desk
cigarette smoke curling up-
I'd already downed a slug
of good booze that burned its way down
lighting a blaze in my gut
the 38 Smith & Wesson snugged
in a shoulder holster.
Like Philip Marlowe the private eye
I too got big baby blues that kill the broads-
I'm always ready for a fight!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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I Just Shot John Lennon
It was a fearful night of december 8th
He was returning home from the studio late
He had perceptively known that it wouldnt be nice
Because in 1980, he paid the price
John lennon died...
With a smith and wesson 38
John lennons life was no longer a debate
He should have stayed at home
He should have never cared
The man who took his life declared:
He said, i just shot john lennon,
I just shot john lennon
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
What a sad and sorry and sickening night...
song performed by by Cranberries
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Amuséd and Unbuttoned
Our cards are on the table,
All my Aces are face down,
My Poker Face practised, perfect,
In for a penny or a pound?
Now the sweat beads at my temple,
I've misused my Aces High,
By sneaking one off the table,
And pressing it to my thigh.
I am not a cheat by nature,
I would win if I showed my hand,
But unveiling what's deliciously hidden,
Was always part of my plan.
You've got me where you want me,
I unbutton and strip without pause,
'A game well played' you whisper,
'I'll show you mine, since you showed me yours'
........
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Let the Beat Control Your Body
-a- anita ; r - ray
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat contol your body
R: now the my beat control your body!
R: let my beat / let my beat
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
R: the booming system which plays in places / move your system, change these spaces / when Im on the mic you cant refuse / no one ever came to preach, I came to amuse / techno making; no mista
Never faking / always breaking it down, hey to a party / now let my beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: now let my beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: let my beat / let my beat
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
R: its my beat now / its my beat
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body, yeah...
R: let my beat / let my beat
R: down with the forces how we go / the second to first just you to show / you just cant stand still cause you gotta move / you feel the bass line you feel the groove / my beat accepts you jus
You are / it drives you away just like a fast car / its my beat, it belongs to me / so let my beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: let the beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: now let my beat control your body!
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
A: let the beat control your body!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited (1996)
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I Quit
When you said you were leavin
I said here we go again
I aint even breakin even
In this game I just cant win
The cards are stacked against me
Your aces beat my twos
Seems like bad luck travels with me
Like I was born to lose
I quit
Ive had enough of fallin in and out of love
Im done, Im through, thats it
If I cant have you... I quit
You were my only sunshine
In a world of pouring of pouring rain
So this will be my last time
I cant go through this again
Chorus
Im done, Im through, thats it if I cant have you... I quit
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Mixed Memory
A Mixed Memory
When mother made gateau for someone’s birthdays
I beat the cream using a steel whisker. Boring work
before the cream thickened and could be spread on
the cake, but it was worth it, as I got to lick bowl.
I thought of this as a tempest whipped the sea into
a froth. In the galley I had a mix-master and could
whisk up cream in no time, only I didn’t have the real
stuff, had to use condensed milk but I didn’t feel
inclined to lick its residue. The tempest blew into
storm, the ship was jumping about like an untrained
colt refusing to have a rider on its back. Life boats
smashed, ship railings too we only hoped she could
ride out the storm. In Hamburg I walked ashore and
ate a piece of Black Forest Gateau, awe-inspiring.
And to sit in a coffee shop that didn’t throw me off
my chair like demented colt.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Dance To The Beat
Dance to the beat of the world
Dance to the beat of the music
Dance to the beat of the floor
Dance to the beat of the drums
Dance to the beat of the rhythm
Dance to the beat of the wall
Dance to the beat of the clock
Dance to the beat of the guitar
Dance to the beat of the table
Dance to the beat of the computer
Dance to the beat of my voice
poem by Daniel Vango
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All Mine
My king-I worship your every move
My love-I show all affection
My kiss-your lips are heavenly
My friend-let's go away together
my soulmate-be mind forever
My crush-let's be together
My mind-share my every thought
My life-live it to the fulless
My song-have harmony
my heart-skips a beat when our eyes meet
My words-so true
carlisa smith
poem by Carlisa Smith
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