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#1 · September 30, 2024, 2:11 pm
Quote from Grouchos on September 30, 2024, 2:11 pmBusted flat in New Orleans, headin' for the trainsFeelin' nearly faded as my jeansHardwood thumbed a diesel down in the 100 degree heatTook us all the way to Los AngelesI took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandannaAnd was blowin' sad while Hardwood sang the bluesWith them windshiled wipers slappin' time andHardwood clappin' hands we finally sang up every songThat driver knewFreedom's just another word another day gone with no pickNothin ain't worth nothin' but it's freeFeelin' good wasn't easy, Lord, when Hardwood sang the bluesFeelin' bad was all it was to meBad enough for me and my MML3From the delis of New York to the California sunHardwood shared the secrets of his soulStandin' right beside me, Lord, through everythin' we doneNight after night he refused to make his pickThen somewhere near East Los Angeles, Lord, he managed to get awayLookin' for an authentic taco would be my bet
Well I dang sure hope he finds it, so his foggy head will clear
'Cause I'd trade all my tomorrows just to go on the siteAnd see if that old boy has finally made a pick,Made a pick for me and the old commishFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseNothin' left is all that Hardwood left for meYeah, feelin' good was easy, Lord, until Hardwood disappeared
Gone, like he fell into the abyssAnd there was nothing we could doDefinitely not good enough for me and the commish
Busted flat in New Orleans, headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Hardwood thumbed a diesel down in the 100 degree heat
Took us all the way to Los Angeles
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was blowin' sad while Hardwood sang the blues
With them windshiled wipers slappin' time and
Hardwood clappin' hands we finally sang up every song
That driver knew
Freedom's just another word another day gone with no pick
Nothin ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good wasn't easy, Lord, when Hardwood sang the blues
Feelin' bad was all it was to me
Bad enough for me and my MML3
From the delis of New York to the California sun
Hardwood shared the secrets of his soul
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everythin' we done
Night after night he refused to make his pick
Then somewhere near East Los Angeles, Lord, he managed to get away
Lookin' for an authentic taco would be my bet
Well I dang sure hope he finds it, so his foggy head will clear
'Cause I'd trade all my tomorrows just to go on the site
Well I dang sure hope he finds it, so his foggy head will clear
'Cause I'd trade all my tomorrows just to go on the site
And see if that old boy has finally made a pick,
Made a pick for me and the old commish
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left is all that Hardwood left for me
Yeah, feelin' good was easy, Lord, until Hardwood disappeared
Gone, like he fell into the abyss
Gone, like he fell into the abyss
And there was nothing we could do
Definitely not good enough for me and the commish
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#2 · October 2, 2024, 1:03 pm
Quote from Grouchos on October 2, 2024, 1:03 pmHey, Hoop Guru, don't make it badTake a late pick and make it betterRemember to let him into your heartThen you can start to make it betterHey, Hoop Guru, don't be afraid
You are next up so go and make the pickThe minute you begin to get unsureThen you must select to make it betterAnd anytime you feel the stress, hey HG, refrainDon't carry the draft upon your shouldersFor well you know that it's a fool who plays it coolBy delaying making a decisionHey, HG, don't let me downYou are up now, just go and do itRemember, to make the pick with your heartThen you can finally get through itSo let it out and let it in, hey HG, beginYou're waiting for divine guidance to jump in withAnd don't you know that it's just you, hey, HG, you'll do
All you need is sitting on your shoulders
Hey, Hoop Guru, don't make it bad
Take a late pick and make it better
Remember to let him into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey, Hoop Guru, don't be afraid
You are next up so go and make the pick
The minute you begin to get unsure
Then you must select to make it better
And anytime you feel the stress, hey HG, refrain
Don't carry the draft upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By delaying making a decision
Hey, HG, don't let me down
You are up now, just go and do it
Remember, to make the pick with your heart
Then you can finally get through it
So let it out and let it in, hey HG, begin
You're waiting for divine guidance to jump in with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey, HG, you'll do
All you need is sitting on your shoulders
All you need is sitting on your shoulders
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