IRC-Galleria

Under an old brass paperweight is my list of things to do today
Go to the bank and the hardware store, put a new lock on the cellar door
I cross 'em off as I get 'em done but when the sun is set
There's still more than a few things left I haven't got to yet

Go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Wouldn't change the course of fate but cuttin' the grass just had to wait
'Cause I've got more important things like pushin' my kid on the backyard swing
I won't break my back for a million bucks I can't take to my grave
So why put off for tomorrow what I could get done today

Like go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Raise a little hell, laugh 'til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate at church
Call up my folks just to chat
It's time that I make time for that
Stay up late, then oversleep
Show her what she means to me
Catch up on all the things I've always missed
Just start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today

Toby Keith
´My List´

A young kid stepped in from the cold
And he ordered up a drink
He said don't look surprised old man I'm older than you think
If I was the talkin' kind I could tell you a thing or two
And since you didn't ask, let me show you my tattoos

He said I got this rose in Memphis in some back old alley dump
Picked this eagle up in Dallas, man I sure was good and drunk
And you know the way I see it, if it gets any worse out there
A guy like me hasn't got a prayer

The old man poured some coffee
He said this one's on me
Sat down his cigarette and rolled up his sleeve
Said take a good look here my friend
You see what these are
Just my ragged old and jagged ordinary scars

He said I got this one in Paris in a war 'fore you were born
And this one when I was half your age workin' on my daddy's farm
And you know the way I see it, son you ain't seen what I've seen
Cause tattoos and scars are different things

He said I've been here for all these years
And what I know is this
If you look and listen close
A man will show you what he is
You know the way I see it, you've been 'round but you're still green
Cause tattoos and scars are different things

A young kid stepped in from the cold
And he ordered up a drink
He said don't look surprised old man
I'm older than you think

Montgomery Gentry
´Tattoos and scars´

The only guy a girl can trust is her daddy...

Nii että kiitos, näkemiin ja hyvää loppuelämää vaan...

Andra dan såm ja kan kalla den sööta lilla ponnyn fö min, så flyger han helt kallt på mej... tudiduu! Men åm nån e intresserad åm viken skostorlek Stormis har, så e d bara ti sii på mitt ben.. x) Lixom, NO respekt.. D kommer ti bli en intressant sommar... Hehhe..elä hur, Sandra? xD
Men skitfina steg har den lilla valacken.. Just nu tackar ja högre makter att han inga e hingst mera, å att han inga hadd skor, då sku ja va utan ben.. Men som sagt, va kan man kreva av en triåring såm inga ha tränats... No blir han häst en, håppas bara han inga hinner ta live av mj först.. =P

Rakastan pientä hevostani... Sanotaan han sitä että ensimmäinen oma hevonen on kultaa kalliimpaa..

<3 Stormvarningen <3

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind was bent on rambling to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill

It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When Boston's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave, and the bold
Came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church on Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill

I went to see old friends there, to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
I met the broker Hughes, he's as odd as ever still
See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arm around me saying, "Andy I love you still"
Oh, she's one miss Bazo Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill

I dreamt I'd fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
Against an angry jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill
The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
When I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill

I´m just...aaaaaaaaw...<3

Voi Vode!

Se vitun auto jätti mut tienreunaan seisomaan keskellä mettää kaatosateessa kello neljän aikaa sunnuntai-aamulla... Ain´t life grand?
Tosi kivaa hinata AUTOMAATTIA... Murr!
Ja sitten enkeli-isäni tuli, ja starttas sen ruuvimeisselillä... Let´s face it, dudes...we suck.

Vitun Volvo...

WIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!! x)




Muuten kaikki on kyll päin persettä.. Harvinaisen pajlon.. Voi Vode!!

nu e d näära sluute då... trodd no alder i början att denhä tiidn sku kåma...=) e hos pekka korpi i vihti, heelt kiva paikka noo, men sjuuklit ånga daar.. typ 7 ti halv 6... nå, sen ijen år man jobba me hästar som classico merett, kurama tengu, arctit hope, bwt dynamite å en hel kasa till..=) somehov i might survive.. bor i nummela, liite anssi kela fiilis..=)

"Olit jo poissa mielestäin, kun kadulla sut tänään näin..."

-Anssi Kela, Laulu petetyille-


Att såå kan d gåå joo..

Mhhhhh... ögonoperation på <3-dagen... oh, wasn´t that a hole lot of fun? no, no really no..
HÄRRIGUUD VIKEN SMÄRTA!!! hooga! never gonna do that again.. sheesh!
Flashtop-bändi i West idaa.. borda kanske fara å lyssna...

på tal om <3-dagen.. "that valentine´s shit to you.." Oh aint that just so romantic? honey!
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