Ghost Chickens in the Sky

A take off on the Ghost Riders of the Sky which will be in the next blog post.  Here are the lyrics:


 A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day,
He stopped to sit beside the coup to break along his way,
When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye,
It was a sight he dreaded…Ghost Chickens in the sky.

(Chorus)
Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk,
Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk,
Ghost Chickens in the sky

The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty-four
Been workin’ for the Colonel some thirty years or more
Raisin’ all thise chickens then sending them to fry
Now they want revenge… Those chickens in the sky.  
(Chorus)

Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes a burnin’ red,
They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead.
They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw.
They cooked him extra crispy…and ate him with coleslaw.
(Chorus - repeat last line)





Hey Nineteen

Steely Dan - a great tune - listen to the words:



“Hey Nineteen”


Way back when
In Sixty-seven
I was the dandy
Of Gamma Chi
Sweet things from Boston
So young and willing
Moved down to Scarsdale
Where the hell am I
Hey Nineteen
No we can’t dance together
No we can’t talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down

Hey Nineteen
That’s ‘Retha Franklin
She don’t remember
The Queen of Soul
It’s hard times befallen
The Soul Survivors
She thinks I’m crazy
But I’m just growing old

Hey Nineteen
No we got nothing in common
No we can’t talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down

Nice
Sure looks good
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Skate a little lower now

The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing

The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing

The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing

No we can’t dance together
No we can’t talk at all






A song you won’t hear on the Radio

And for those that want to know the lyrics here they are:


“Fuck You!”

I see you driving ‘round town with the girl I love
and I’m like, “Fuck you!”
I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough
I’m like, “Fuck you and fuck her too.”

I said, “If I was richer, I’d still be with ya.”
Ha, now ain’t that some shit?
(Ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best
With a “Fuck you!”

I’m sorry,
I can’t afford a Ferrari,
But that don’t mean I can’t get you there.
I guess he’s an Xbox and I’m more Atari,
But the way you play your game ain’t fair.

I pity the fool
That falls in love with you
(Oh shit she’s a golddigger)
Well (Just thought you should know nigga)
I’ve got some news for you.
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend.

I see you driving ‘round town with the girl I love
and I’m like, “Fuck you!”
I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough
I’m like, “Fuck you and fuck her too.”

I said, “If I was richer, I’d still be with ya.”
Ha, now ain’t that some shit?
(Ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best
With a “Fuck you!”

Now I know,
That I had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya,
Trying to please ya.
‘Cause being in love with your ass ain’t cheap.

Now I pity the fool
That falls in love with you
(Oh shit she’s a golddigger)
Well (Just thought you should know nigga)
I’ve got some news for you.
I really hate your ass right now.

I see you driving ‘round town with the girl I love
and I’m like, “Fuck you!”
I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough
I’m like, “Fuck you and fuck her too.”

I said, “If I was richer, I’d still be with ya.”
Ha, now ain’t that some shit?
(Ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best
With a “Fuck you!”

Now baby, baby, baby, why d’you wanna wanna hurt me so bad?
(So bad, so bad, so bad)
I tried to tell my mama but she told me,
“This is one for your dad.”
(Your dad, your dad, your dad, yes she did)
Why? Why? Why, lady?

I love you.
I still love you.

I see you driving ‘round town with the girl I love
“Fuck you!”
I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough
I’m like, “Fuck you and fuck her too.”

I said, “If I was richer, I’d still be with ya”
Ha, now ain’t that some shit?
(Ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best
With a “Fuck you!”




4210 Messy

I got up too late to go ‘out’ photographing.  So I decided to do an indoor photo project - this one is how frickin’ messy 4210 is.  VSO has 10 projects going at the same time and none have been completed.  The house is a lunatic asylum.  She says she will get it cleaned up before Xmas dinner but I’m afraid these  ‘before’ pictures will be the ‘after’ pics as well.

my contribution

Steve McQueen gauging my crap

Tate tots being disrespected






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