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Quotes that changed your outlook on life

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    • milkman wrote:

      Drybones wrote:

      milkman wrote:

      Of course blotter acid manufactured on the campus of the University of Michigan helps in changing your outlook on life.



      (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in


      I woke up this mornin with the sundown shinin in
      I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
      I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
      I tore my mind on a jagged sky
      I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in


      (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)


      I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
      I watched myself crawlin out as I was a-crawlin in
      I got up so tight I couldnt unwind
      I saw so much I broke my mind
      I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in


      (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)


      Someone painted april fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
      I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
      Eight miles outta memphis and I got no spare
      Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
      I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
      I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
      Yeah yeah oh-yeah
      What you smokin man?

      You know this one. It's a Kenny Rogers classic. Check out deep tracks.

      I know it well.
      I may grow old but I'll never grow up.

    • milkman wrote:

      Of course blotter acid manufactured on the campus of the University of Michigan helps in changing your outlook on life.


      (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in


      I woke up this mornin with the sundown shinin in
      I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
      I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
      I tore my mind on a jagged sky
      I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in


      (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)


      I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
      I watched myself crawlin out as I was a-crawlin in
      I got up so tight I couldnt unwind
      I saw so much I broke my mind
      I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in


      (yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)


      Someone painted april fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
      I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
      Eight miles outta memphis and I got no spare
      Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
      I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
      I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
      Yeah yeah oh-yeah
      I really liked that song and the lyrics, musta listen to it three times and then wake to find you posted this...must be one of those kismet things.Cool.

    • socks wrote:

      aaah, thanks


      man that's a lot of people, Buffet packs em in!
      i saw him way back when in coral gables, florida when it was just jb with an acoustic guitar and my table of 4 people. it was like 9:00 on a weekday. of course it wasn't a private show for long. after 3-4 songs people started coming in dribs and drabs.
      2,000 miler

      The post was edited 1 time, last by max.patch ().

    • max.patch wrote:

      socks wrote:

      aaah, thanks


      man that's a lot of people, Buffet packs em in!
      i saw him way back when in coral gables, florida when it was just jb with an acoustic guitar and my table of 4 people. it was like 9:00 on a weekday. of course it wasn't a private show for long. after 3-4 songs people started coming in dribs and drabs.
      Never saw Buffet before, use to go see Todd Rundgren at small bars in phila and new york with my sister and her boyfriend...I like small venues way better than total mob scenes any more.

    • Well, I woke up Sunday morning
      With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
      And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
      So I had one more for dessert.
      Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
      And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
      Then I washed my face and combed my hair
      And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
      I'd smoked my mind the night before
      With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
      But I lit my first and watched a small kid
      Playing with a can that he was kicking.
      Then I walked across the street
      And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
      And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
      Somewhere, somehow along the way.
      On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
      I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
      'Cause there's something in a Sunday
      That makes a body feel alone.
      And there's nothing short a' dying
      That's half as lonesome as the sound
      Of the sleeping city sidewalk
      And Sunday morning coming down.
      In the park I saw a daddy
      With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
      And I stopped beside a Sunday school
      And listened to the songs they were singing.
      Then I headed down the street,
      And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
      And it echoed through the canyon
      Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
      On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
      I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
      'Cause there's something in a Sunday
      That makes a body feel alone.
      And there's nothing short a' dying
      That's half as lonesome as the sound
      Of the sleeping city sidewalk
      And Sunday morning coming down.


      Read more: Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics | MetroLyrics
      I may grow old but I'll never grow up.

    • Drybones wrote:

      Well, I woke up Sunday morning
      With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
      And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
      So I had one more for dessert.
      Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
      And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
      Then I washed my face and combed my hair
      And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
      I'd smoked my mind the night before
      With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
      But I lit my first and watched a small kid
      Playing with a can that he was kicking.
      Then I walked across the street
      And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
      And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
      Somewhere, somehow along the way.
      On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
      I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
      'Cause there's something in a Sunday
      That makes a body feel alone.
      And there's nothing short a' dying
      That's half as lonesome as the sound
      Of the sleeping city sidewalk
      And Sunday morning coming down.
      In the park I saw a daddy
      With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
      And I stopped beside a Sunday school
      And listened to the songs they were singing.
      Then I headed down the street,
      And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
      And it echoed through the canyon
      Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
      On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
      I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
      'Cause there's something in a Sunday
      That makes a body feel alone.
      And there's nothing short a' dying
      That's half as lonesome as the sound
      Of the sleeping city sidewalk
      And Sunday morning coming down.


      Read more: Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics | MetroLyrics
      Kris Kristofferson wrote a few good tunes.

    • socks wrote:

      Drybones wrote:

      Well, I woke up Sunday morning
      With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
      And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
      So I had one more for dessert.
      Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
      And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
      Then I washed my face and combed my hair
      And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
      I'd smoked my mind the night before
      With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
      But I lit my first and watched a small kid
      Playing with a can that he was kicking.
      Then I walked across the street
      And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
      And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
      Somewhere, somehow along the way.
      On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
      I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
      'Cause there's something in a Sunday
      That makes a body feel alone.
      And there's nothing short a' dying
      That's half as lonesome as the sound
      Of the sleeping city sidewalk
      And Sunday morning coming down.
      In the park I saw a daddy
      With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
      And I stopped beside a Sunday school
      And listened to the songs they were singing.
      Then I headed down the street,
      And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
      And it echoed through the canyon
      Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
      On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
      I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
      'Cause there's something in a Sunday
      That makes a body feel alone.
      And there's nothing short a' dying
      That's half as lonesome as the sound
      Of the sleeping city sidewalk
      And Sunday morning coming down.


      Read more: Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics | MetroLyrics
      Kris Kristofferson wrote a few good tunes.


      It was painful though when he tried to sing.
      I may grow old but I'll never grow up.

    • socks wrote:

      max.patch wrote:

      socks wrote:

      aaah, thanks


      man that's a lot of people, Buffet packs em in!
      i saw him way back when in coral gables, florida when it was just jb with an acoustic guitar and my table of 4 people. it was like 9:00 on a weekday. of course it wasn't a private show for long. after 3-4 songs people started coming in dribs and drabs.
      Never saw Buffet before, use to go see Todd Rundgren at small bars in phila and new york with my sister and her boyfriend...I like small venues way better than total mob scenes any more.
      When I live & did property mangement on Nantucket one of our clients was a good friend of Jimmy Buffet( he has a house there & crashed his old float plane there) Every time I heard Jimmy was in town I would ask when I would get introduced. One day when I asked Joe says he tried this morning. My boss & I were so involved discussing a problem as we walked to our vehicle that when Joe stopped to say Hi he just got a curserory Hi/goodmorning. Jimmy was in passenger seat. That night I ended up in my customary watering hole & as I said hello to everyone ther I saw Joe across the bar. he pointed to the guy next to him (Jimmy ) & motioned me over. I got my intro, & proceeded to party with him for the night. After a while we decide to go to a local nightclub where one of Joes former waitresses was now playing with her band. Shortly after we got there Jimmy jumped on stage & asked if he could jam with them. He did for the rest of the night not doing any of his own songs. Just jamming with friends.

    • socks wrote:

      Never saw Buffet before, use to go see Todd Rundgren at small bars in phila and new york with my sister and her boyfriend...I like small venues way better than total mob scenes any more.
      Oh man, we wore out a Todd Rundgren album during sophomore year. We literally wore it out; had to buy a new one.

      Hello, it's me.......

    • "Get busy living or get busy dying"
      Shawshank Redemption



      "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand (or a stogie for those of you who would prefer one), martini (or in my case a glass of piesporter) in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO what a ride!"


      “Enjoy Life, It Has An Expiration Date”
      From Stumpknocker’s 2014 Great Divide Trail Journal 4/29: “short quote from an unknown person.It is one of the reasons I get myself into these crazy things I do.”


      It all boils down to:
      “Carpe Diem”

    • Drybones wrote:

      "Measure twice, cut once"

      "If you can't find the time to do it right, where will you find the time to do it over"

      Woodworking 101.
      My friend who is also my mechanic has a sign in his garage:

      I do things three ways: fast, right, and cheap. Pick two.
      Dogs are excellent judges of character, this fact goes a long way toward explaining why some people don't like being around them.