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So Dana, I thank you *again* for turning me on to The Rizzle Kicks! They are awesome. I love this tune:

Now after that one, listen to this one and tell me your thoughts, won't you?

there's a funny similarity around the word "mama"

I dedicate this song to Keryx
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Predicted!!!!!!

The text in your post came up well before the name of the vid was visible, and my first thought was 'if I spring a leak, she mends me'...

:devil:, btw.

If you haven't seen the Levon documentary (Ain't In It For My Health), watch it.

I dedicate this song to me.

I dedicate this song to Gravdigr, accounting for his recent unexplained absence.

Maybe that's how it'll work out for me...My bartendress dumped me a few weeks ago,

Then the past couple weeks happened...

It's rained. I'm ready for the pour.

I dedicate this song to xoB:

Welcome back!

Quote:

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
An October's day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest seasoning
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder

The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating

Heavy Horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding
Slipping and sliding free
Now you're down to the few
And there's no work to do
The tractor's on its way

Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going
And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood
Behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth
And your eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing

Heavy Horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding
Slipping and sliding free
Now you're down to the few
And there's no work to do
The tractor's on its way

[Instrumental]

Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken woods
A rein of polished leather
A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather

Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horseman's cry

At once the old hands quicken ---
Bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---
Thrill to the sound of all
The heavy horses coming home

I dedicate this song to Undertoad!

Dat BASS!

thank you sir it's only a little bit self-indulgent tho! we talkin larry graham the founder of slap bass with the white bass, and stanley clarke the guy who invented the bass solo on the natural-looking bass.

graham was the foundation of the great sly and the family stone, and you can hear his slapping on the wonderful "thank you (falettinme be mice elf agin)"

I dedicate this song to MaggieL and Beestie

Thanks, V. I suppose an explanation is in order...

And, I dead-icate this song to the Cellar...

I dedicate this song to a very special someone:

Please excuse this brief drift...

I dedicate this lyric fragment to...

UT

Quote:

I'm gonna add some bottom so the dancers ⚖ can't hide...

Name That Tune!

Larry Graham

(In the harder version of the game)