BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
With his stunning wife ETHELL,
A tree!
A tree!

BILLY was a mountain
ETHELL was a tree
Growing off of his shoulder

BILLY was a mountain
ETHELL was a tree
Growing off of his shoulder

Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack up a boulder
(HACK! HACK!)
Hack up a boulder
(HACK! HACK! HACK!)
Hack up a boulder

What's there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I'll just DROP OUT
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On Owsley's floor

Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy & I'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me
'Cause I'm stoned

Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .

How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!

Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .

Hotcha!

First I'll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight Street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the ->-bleeped-<- out of me on the street
I will sleep . . .
I will, I will go to a house
That's, that's what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there's a rock & roll band
'Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I won't care
Because . . .

I don't know whether to try and contact my parents again. They have been ignoring me, since their 'intervention'. Hmmmm, it wont help, but I feel I have to try. I wish they would just tell me that they are cutting me off rather than just ignoring me. :-/

Green hocker croakin'
In the Pygmy Twylyte

Crankin' an' a-coke'n
In the Winchell's do-nut Midnite

Out of his deep on a 'fore day run
Hurtin' for sleep in the Quaalude Moonlight

Green hocker in a Greyhound locker
Smokin' in the Pygmy Twylyte

Joined the bus on the 33rd seat
By the doo-doo room with the reek replete

Crystal eye, crystal eye
Got a crystal kidney & he's fraid to die
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite

Yeah, yeah, yeah . . .

Twylyte!
Oh, wait a minute
Don't spray that stuff in my eyes
Oh, wait a minute
All we're tryin' to do is to have a little party
Somebody told me Suzi Quatro was gonna be in the party
Make me wanna jump up and down in the air!

Napoleon:
Sunrise
Get up in the mornin'
You know, I think it's mornin'
Sun is shinin' bright
I'm gonna get outside
Gonna wash my face
Grab my hat
Put it on my head
I take a walk downtown
Yeah-hey . . .
Because I feel so-oh good
I think I'm gonna take a walk downtown
Hey! Sunlight!
Wo!
Somethin' I never seen before
Been a-walkin' down the street every day
Nobody like you ever passed my way
Maybe there must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, must be too much . . .
Wait a minute!
What's that you . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?
What's that?
What . . . ?

FZ:
Dummy Up

Napoleon:
What is that?
I know what that is, I know what that is . . .
I bet you that's a restaurant menu . . .
Let me see!
Let me see!

Jeff: Not only do you get the Desenex burger . . . not only the Desenex burger . . . but you are in for a real treat, Jim
Napoleon: Wait a minute, I think I like that dance better than this . . . What are you talkin' about, creep?
Jeff: What I'm talkin' about is you've been in this killer fog down here too long
Napoleon: What?
Jeff: You need somethin' to get up and go to school with
Napoleon: Wait a minute, you're not talkin' to an old fool now, you know, I wasn't born yesterday!
FZ: (Heh heh heh!)
Napoleon: Wait a minute . . . I think I'll take . . .
Jeff: I like that little dance you were doin' down there . . .
FZ: Jeff Simmons tries to corrupt Napoleon Murphy Brock by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma . . .
Napoleon: Hey! What you . . . what you . . . ? Wait a minute!
Jeff: Hey this, this stuff . . .
Napoleon: I've never seen one of these before . . . that's not a menu?
Jeff: This stuff is expensive
Napoleon: What is that?
Jeff: You shoot it, you'll conserve all winter
Napoleon: I do what?
Jeff: It last longer
FZ: Not only do you get the Desenex burger
Napoleon: No . . . no . . .
Jeff: Now come on, try it
Napoleon: No, no, no
Jeff: It's really good
Napoleon: No . . . Smoke THAT?!
Jeff: Have I ever lied to you? Have I ever seen you before?
Napoleon: I don't, I don't even know you!
Jeff: Look . . .
Napoleon: I don't even know what that is!
Jeff: Just bef . . .
Napoleon: And you're tellin' me to smoke it?!
Jeff: Just before, we smoked the tapes that you made
Napoleon: Smoked the tapes?
Jeff: Smoked the tapes of your group
Napoleon: I think I'd rather dance
Jeff: You can really get off! Let's try a joint of this
Napoleon: A WHAT?!
Jeff: A joint!
Napoleon: You mean this kinda joint?
Jeff: No, man! Where you been in livin'? Reseda?
Napoleon: No, San Jose
FZ: The evil dope pusher is cutting up a white gym sock, formerly owned by Carl Zappa and still damp. The shredded sock will be placed inside of a high-school diploma And ignited with a sulphur preparation . . .
Napoleon: Wait a minute . . .
FZ: His first taste of big city life
Napoleon: That's okay, wait a minute . . . wait . . .
(DUMMY UP . . . )
Jeff: Hey! The roach of this is really gonna be good, so I'll save it . . .

FZ: Have mercy!
George: Awright . . . awright . . .

Napoleon:
What d'you do with that thing?
What do you do with that thing that you have?
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
What do you do
With that thing?
I wanna know

Napoleon: Wait a minute
FZ: Now the next step of this operation
Napoleon: Wait a minute!
FZ: The evil corrupter of youth is going to take him from Step One, which is a mere high-school diploma stuffed with a gym sock, to Step Two, which is a college-degree stuffed with absolutely nothing at all. Smoke that and it'll really get you out there!

Napoleon:
I still don't feel as good as I felt this mornin' . . . yeah yeah . . .

FZ: You'll grow out of it . . .

Jeff:
DUMMY UP!

Napoleon:
I heard it again, somebody said . . .

Jeff: You see this?

Napoleon:
What d'you mean? College!

FZ: College!

Jeff:
That's college-rhythm

Napoleon:
You mean if I smoke that
It's the same as if . . .
As if I was at college?
Roll it over up!
Roll it over up!
Roll it over up!
Gimme a . . .

FZ: No no, the college-degree is stuffed with absolutely nothing at all, you get . . . you get nothing with your college-degree . . .

Napoleon:
Oh . . .
But that's what I want

FZ: . . . I forgot, I'm sorry

Napoleon:
Well,
You get nothin',
But that's what I want

FZ: A true Zen saying: Nothing is what I want . . . The results of a higher education!

When I view someone's profile and notice they are sending a message, I wonder who are they sending a message to and what are they talking about lol.

I am now tempted to send a message to Malachite, but have no idea what I'd say.

Een nacht hebbe ik mijn moeder en mijn vader praten gehoord.
zij zeggen: "de jong is 17 jaar oud vandaag, en ik geloof hij is geen baby meer. Wij moeten hem laten boogien."
Boogie Mama

Quote from: CalmRage The Mage on August 14, 2013, 03:32:57 PM
Een nacht hebbe ik mijn moeder en mijn vader praten gehoord.
zij zeggen: "de jong is 17 jaar oud vandaag, en ik geloof hij is geen baby meer. Wij moeten hem laten boogien."
Boogie Mama

Dutch?

Keaira told me yesterday that my head makes her think of a box. Lol

yes. i am half-dutch. Kneel before Zod!

Ik ben stom, ik weet dat.

Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than tryin' to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether

They call it THE EARTH
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
'Cause we behave the same . . .
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near 'n far
Dumb all over,
Black 'n white
People, we is not wrapped tight

Nurds on the left
Nurds on the right
Religious fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin' the Bible
Tells the story
'N makes the details
Sound real gory
'Bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here

You can't run a race
Without no feet
'N pretty soon
There won't be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religious fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(I mean it won't blow up
'N disappear
It'll just look ugly
For a thousand years . . . )

You can't run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You all feel great
While you fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state

TO ARMS! TO ARMS!
Hooray! That's great
Two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (Get Down!)
Not his, not hers (but what the hey?)
The Good Book says:
"It gotta be that way!"
But their book says:
"REVENGE THE CRUSADES . . .
With whips 'n chains
'N hand grenades . . . "
TWO ARMS? TWO ARMS?
Have another and another
Our God says:
"There ain't no other!"
Our God says
"It's all okay!"
Our God says
"This is the way!"

It says in the book:
"Burn 'n destroy . . .
'N repent, 'n redeem
'N revenge, 'n deploy
'N rumble thee forth
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'Cause they don't go for what's in the book
'N that makes 'em BAD
So verily we must choppeth them up
And stompeth them down
Or rent a nice French bomb
To poof them out of existance
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise
OUR GOD
("Cause he can really take care of business!")

And when his humble TV servant
With humble white hair
And humble glasses
And a nice brown suit
And maybe a blonde wife who takes phone calls
Tells us our God says
It's okay to do this stuff
Then we gotta do it,
'Cause if we don't do it,
We ain't gwine up to hebbin!
(Depending on which book you're using at the time . . . Can't use theirs . . . it don't work . . . it's all lies . . . Gotta use mine . . . )
Ain't that right?
That's what they say
Every night . . .
Every day . . .
Hey, we can't really be dumb
If we're just following God's Orders
Hey, Let's get serious . . .
God knows what he's doin' . . .
He wrote this book here
An' the book says:
"He made us all to be just like Him," so . . .
If we're dumb . . .
Then God is dumb . . .
(An' maybe even a little ugly on the side)

DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE
DUMB ALL OVER
A LITTLE UGLY ON THE SIDE

Quote from: CalmRage The Mage on August 14, 2013, 05:08:12 PM
yes. i am half-dutch. Kneel before Zod!

Ik ben stom, ik weet dat.

welke helft? :-P Ik hou van Nederland. De mensen zijn 'n stuk grote als in Engeland. Daar ben ik niet zo groot voor 'n meisje ;-)

(stand by for a translation for inclusivity for those people who are dutch impaired, or for some reason cannot operate an online translation program :-P  ... )

which half? I like the Netherlands cuz the ppl there are taller wich makes me look not so tall for a gal :-)

Are you ready for a rhetorical question?

I've been playing the Resident Evil 6 demo so much that one of my PSN friends messaged me during the game telling me to buy it already lo.

Lol. Well it is a good game if you're willing to rake out the dough for it. We haven't gotten to Ada's campaign yet. We're trying to get all the unlockables on RE5.

The game used is about $17.99 now so that's not too bad but I'll probably pick it up when it's like $5 because that's how cheap I am.  At least when I do pick it up I will know the demo parts very well that I can fly right through them haha.

Once  again, Caleb and I are fighting. Nothing I say is good enough for him anymore and I am so tired of fighting with him. And I really dont want to fight. I was so mad at him tonight that I told him I wanted to take hip outside and beat his ass like 2 schoolkids in the school yard. And I hate feeling like that.  I hate myself for feeling like my only course of action was to fight back. He wont listen to me, wont ask for help from anyone, not even here on Susans.

Im thinking about deleting my account here on susans because of it.

Quote from: Keaira on August 15, 2013, 12:10:38 AM
Once  again, Caleb and I are fighting. Nothing I say is good enough for him anymore and I am so tired of fighting with him. And I really dont want to fight. I was so mad at him tonight that I told him I wanted to take hip outside and beat his ass like 2 schoolkids in the school yard. And I hate feeling like that.  I hate myself for feeling like my only course of action was to fight back. He wont listen to me, wont ask for help from anyone, not even here on Susans.

Im thinking about deleting my account here on susans because of it.

Yeah, that's not really a good reason to delete your account.

Quote from: caleb. on August 15, 2013, 04:48:47 AM
Yeah, that's not really a good reason to delete your account.

I don't know why you're fighting exactly but yeah, that's not a good reason.

I'm a little stressed since I have to wait for my new birth certificate to apply for my SIN card to change the name on my student loans. I need to get a couple forms in now. School starts in September. I hate time crunches where I have to rely on outside sources before I can get stuff done.
I've been thinking about will power. I'm still thinking about what my friend told me. I'm also thinking of my son's willpower, how proud I am that it is so strong, and that I want to keep it that way, but I don't know what to do when we argue.

I'm really trying to figure out men. You would think all those years I was forced to live as one I would have some sort of insider knowledge. But I don't and so begins the task of trying to find a decent one.