IRC-Galleria

Yeah, the whole town came out to watch
The day the paved the parking lot
Somebody hung a ribbon up,
And then they cut it down

And that big white rose upon that sign
Put innocence in all our lives
We could see its neon light
from half a mile out

Gas was .50 cents a gallon
They'd put it in for you
they'd bump your tires and check your oil,
And wash your windows too

And We'd shine those cars bright as bright
We'd go park underneath that light
Stare out at the prairie sky
There was nothing else to do

And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand

There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now

And the girls would spend a couple of bucks
Just to meet the boys workin' at the pumps
And we'd pull up and fall in love
And they've all moved away

Strangers used to stop and ask
How far they've driven off the map
And then they built that overpass
And now they stay out on the highway

'Cause there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand


There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now

And that neon sign was the heart and soul
of this ol' one horse town
And it's like it lost its will to live
The day they shut it down

And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand

There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now

Yea that ol' White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now

Sanotaan han sitä että ennen oli parempaa...

The Needle Showed The Gas Was Low
And Three Dollars In My Pocket
Her Beauty Got The Best Of Me
And She Didn't Try To Stop It
On A Dead End Road Nobody Knows
A Thing About But Me
We Parked That Old Ford Pickup Truck
Under That Cypress Tree
Turnin Midnight
Burnin Moonlight

Yeah I Was Off And Runnin
My Fingers Through Her Hair
You Could Cut The Passion
With A Knife
In That Southern Midnight Air
I Kissed Her Sweet On That Pickup Seat
As My Blue Jeans Hit The Floor
Her Body Heat
And My Cold Bare Feet
Pressed Up Against The Door
Turnin Midnight
Burnin Moonlight

Oh I Still Feel The Same About You
I Can't Spend The Night Without You
You Still Move Me
Turnin Midnight
Burnin Moonlight

It Happened Fast
Just Like That
It Didn't Take Us Long
Like Smoke Rings Off My Cigarette
Our Innocence Was Gone
And I Wanted To Say Something
But I Buttoned Up Instead
She Sat There And Brushed Her Hair
And A Smile Was All She Said
Turnin Midnight
Burnin Moonlight

Girl I Still Feel The Same About You
I Can't Spend The Night Without You
You Still Move Me
Turnin Midnight
Burnin Moonlight

Todella hieno biisi sexistä... =)

Toby Keith e btw helt skiitsnygg! x)

yesssssss! ScrapMetal is back on the road! i love my brother...

yeeeee, ja va å sima me stormis idaa, å satt första gången på hans rygg! wihiiiii!!moah, i made it!

Kotikaupungin katu oli hiekkainen tie.... että tota jooo.. volvo ei oo nii kaunis enää... än slank den hiit, en slank den diit, å en slank den ner i diike! mut velipoika saa sen kyll laitettu... i lööv juu! kaverin sanat : "va nu glad att du inga hadd Buickin!".... she had a point...

å sen va d brusaby-bli-färdi-grej... dudes, we made it!

viu viu viu!

"I´m going nowhere ninetynine miles an hour, in a 62´ Dodge with 300 horsepower..."

mix mun elämä tuntuu nyt ihan siitä? aina jossain, ja vauhti päällä, mut kuitenki aina takasi samaan ruutuun mistä lähin.. MYÄH!!

mut hei, kaks päivää jäljell, ja sitte "Kun "lakit" päähän vedettiin, kaikesta kaikki tiedettiin!" vihii, meitsi valmis hevosenhoitaja!!! sit vaa enskevään yo-kirjoitukset, ja oujeeeeee! x)

hugs and teddybears!

Tänään sit dokataan, juu! mää en oo vetäny viskii varmaan vuoteen, i know someone who´ll be drunk... x)

She put that bottle to her head, and pulled the trigger, and finally drank away his memory...

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