Mood Music Part V

originally posted by: kinglizard
it's a Fleetwood mac kin of night.

There has been a fair amount of Fleetwood Mac postings lately. So easy to get into their lyrics.

....because it’s a Fleetwood Mac kinda night.

a reply to: Sheye

Sheye a woman or man of finery.

originally posted by: InTheLight
a reply to: Sheye

Sheye a woman or man of finery.

Is that a question or a statement ? 🤔

originally posted by: Sheye

originally posted by: InTheLight
a reply to: Sheye

Sheye a woman or man of finery.

Is that a question or a statement ? 🤔

A statement, genderless.

originally posted by: InTheLight

originally posted by: Sheye

originally posted by: InTheLight
a reply to: Sheye

Sheye a woman or man of finery.

Is that a question or a statement ? 🤔

A statement, genderless.

nevermind... I think I misunderstood 😕

Now I’m in the mood for something really different.

originally posted by: Sheye

originally posted by: InTheLight

originally posted by: Sheye

originally posted by: InTheLight
a reply to: Sheye

Sheye a woman or man of finery.

Is that a question or a statement ? 🤔

A statement, genderless.

That’s rather rude of you to derail this thread with such an asinine assumption.
Is there a specific gender especially for the rude ?

Now I’m in the mood for something really different.

You read that wrong and it is my thread, hence more Fleetwood Mac.

hi a reply to: InTheLight
already edited and apologies for misunderstanding.. 😆

originally posted by: Sheye
hi a reply to: InTheLight
already edited and apologies for misunderstanding.. 😆

NP, hey want a trip?

I'm hoping you'll understand

Drilled a hole into my head
Pierced the bone and
Felt the breeze
Lift my thoughts out

Metallica - Until It Sleeps

a reply to: kinglizard

cheers. coffee will due bud, please put half a dozen Xanax in mine.

Nah. Have 1 2 3 cups of coffee for kings instead!

[...]
And the last shall be
First to the curb with the mad cow meat
Face in the bars of a regular cell
When he woke up high in collectible hell
Boom town kid who was taught by the binge
That a man who expire with the most # win
That's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich
Not a routine friend in a pinch
Still not used to the stench
How it throws off otherwise lucid events
In the case the afraid observe
I got a Pro-Kids box full of layman's terms, it goes
Hey, peace, pray for the plagued
Major relief and capacious rains
But just cuz I don't want to war with you
It don't mean go warm up the barbecue
I'm like pardon you, sawed off limit
My high noon is a quick little minute
I don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic
Who simply isn't going to ever really get it
This HQ is alive and alone
No driveway no sign of a home
No dial tone, no line for the phone
No world's tiniest violin song
And I might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue
With a deep breath hiding and bored
Fighting a smile, highly annoyed
When the timing is right I will rise and record
Call for the monster beats and Blockhead got
Animal drums like he's doctor teeth
It goes red light green light 1 2 3
One large coffee, fck you, peace

"And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen

You can hear the bones rattle in the wind

It's a delicate condition

Everything's gotta go if you wanna know what's underneath the skin"

"Well, it won't hurt to think of you as if you're waiting for
This letter to arrive because I'll be here quite a while"



Why else, if not too much wine. Or misery.

a reply to: PublicOpinion