Ow ya, we all need to strip down naked. u cant hate when ure naked! the more funny the clothes the more severe he hate. we need more heat! I welcome global warming and the end of hate...all hate. Oi Nu!
I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be, But a cowboy's life was the only life for me. It's a strong man's occupation ridin' herd and livin' free, But strong men often fail Where shrewd men can prevail, I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say, But oh god how I worked my youth away.
Well you may not recognise my face, I used to be a star, A cowboy hero known both near and far. I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar, But the studio of course, owned my saddle and my horse, But that six-gun on the wall belongs to me, Oh god I can't live a memory.
You know I'd like to put my finger on that trigger once again, And point that gun at all the prideful men. All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen, And put you where they choose, With the language that they use, And enslave you till you work your youth away, Oh god how I worked my youth away.
Whoopee ty yioh Whoopee ty yi ay, One man's work is another man's play Oh god how I worked my youth away.
You see I always liked the notion of a cowboy fighting crime, This photograph was taken in my prime, I could beat those desperados but there's no sense fightin' time, But the singin' was a ball Cause I'm not musical at all, I moved my lips to someone else's voice.
People want evil. In order for there to be a good, there has to be evil. People want it. I don't happen to need scary things chasing me around. I don't want my dreams full of that. I want to see what's here. I want to discover the country. I want to take a look at it.
I hope you won't hate me for this -but I value modesty and it would be extremely distressful for me to be naked in public - not out of personal shame but don't want the uninvited commentary of strangers and do not want to provoke mockery and disdain!!
Well Anon, We certainly wouldn't HATE you! But imagine if everyone was modest rather than egotistical. Well, of course the handsome jocks would still be, and the supermodels, oh yeah let us not forget Brad Pit, and — okay, now I'm depressed.
As long as I have a sanitary place to sit, I'm in. I'm 55 years old, and things sag, but that's one aspect of the whole, and I've come to embrace it. Those who mock me fear the likelihood that they may become me. Life's waaay too short to worry about such silly things as "who likes me", and "what will the neighbors think"?
Ow ya, we all need to strip down naked. u cant hate when ure naked! the more funny the clothes the more severe he hate. we need more heat! I welcome global warming and the end of hate...all hate. 
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Oh please, I can tell you I would HATE for anyone to see me naked!
He/she who has nothing to hide...is invulnerable
My suspicions are confirmed. You are a hippy.
*gasp!
hahahahaha
The hippy life is the one for me
Oh Don ...where are thou?
I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be,
But a cowboy's life was the only life for me.
It's a strong man's occupation ridin' herd and livin' free,
But strong men often fail
Where shrewd men can prevail,
I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say,
But oh god how I worked my youth away.
Well you may not recognise my face, I used to be a star,
A cowboy hero known both near and far.
I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar,
But the studio of course,
owned my saddle and my horse,
But that six-gun on the wall belongs to me,
Oh god I can't live a memory.
You know I'd like to put my finger on that trigger once again,
And point that gun at all the prideful men.
All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen,
And put you where they choose,
With the language that they use,
And enslave you till you work your youth away,
Oh god how I worked my youth away.
Whoopee ty yioh
Whoopee ty yi ay,
One man's work is another man's play
Oh god how I worked my youth away.
You see I always liked the notion of a cowboy fighting crime,
This photograph was taken in my prime,
I could beat those desperados but there's no sense fightin' time,
But the singin' was a ball
Cause I'm not musical at all,
I moved my lips to someone else's voice.
A Hippy's Words???
People want evil. In order for there to be a good, there has to be evil. People want it. I don't happen to need scary things chasing me around. I don't want my dreams full of that. I want to see what's here. I want to discover the country. I want to take a look at it.
Lynette Fromme, 1977
About 8 years too late, Squeaky.
The joy all but died at Altamont and only surfaces in flashes.
No thanks to efforts like the Rainbow Coalition.
"Coalition"? Give me a break. Where's the fun in that?
I'm burning my hippy card and singing campfire songs. Kumbaya
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzaYrB9aEj8
and Blue Yodel #4.
I hope you won't hate me for this -but I value modesty and it would be extremely distressful for me to be naked in public - not out of personal shame but don't want the uninvited commentary of strangers and do not want to provoke mockery and disdain!!
Well Anon,
We certainly wouldn't HATE you!
But imagine if everyone was modest rather than egotistical. Well, of course the handsome jocks would still be, and the supermodels, oh yeah let us not forget Brad Pit, and — okay, now I'm depressed.
As long as I have a sanitary place to sit, I'm in. I'm 55 years old, and things sag, but that's one aspect of the whole, and I've come to embrace it. Those who mock me fear the likelihood that they may become me. Life's waaay too short to worry about such silly things as "who likes me", and "what will the neighbors think"?
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