AmarilloByMorning
03-22-2010, 02:52 PM
I hesitated to create an entire thread called “Amarillo Being an Arse” but this cracked me up... There have to be other Henley fans who will appreciate my snickers.
Pulling a tab for HOTM online produced the following classic snippets of misheard lyrics. Freud would have a field day with this one.
And I thought of all the bad luck, and the struggles we went thru
How I'd lost me, and you'd lost you
What are these voices outside life's open doors
Make us go out for containers and beg for something more
. . .
And these times are so uncertain, there's a yearning undefined, and people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness, how can love survive, in such a placeless age?
The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness
All the silly things we kill, I guess
. . .
But if there's people in your life who's come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
You'd better put it all behind you baby, cuz life goes on
And you canned up all that anger, it'll eat you up inside
I can’t get the mental image of Don with a plastic Tupperware container walking door-to-door out of my head. You know, carrying a little sac with a can of tomatoes alongside all that canned anger. I wonder if that’s processed by ACME? Does it come in flavours?
“Good morning. Are you interested in donating any contentment? I LOST MY PLACE.”
Pulling a tab for HOTM online produced the following classic snippets of misheard lyrics. Freud would have a field day with this one.
And I thought of all the bad luck, and the struggles we went thru
How I'd lost me, and you'd lost you
What are these voices outside life's open doors
Make us go out for containers and beg for something more
. . .
And these times are so uncertain, there's a yearning undefined, and people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness, how can love survive, in such a placeless age?
The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness
All the silly things we kill, I guess
. . .
But if there's people in your life who's come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
You'd better put it all behind you baby, cuz life goes on
And you canned up all that anger, it'll eat you up inside
I can’t get the mental image of Don with a plastic Tupperware container walking door-to-door out of my head. You know, carrying a little sac with a can of tomatoes alongside all that canned anger. I wonder if that’s processed by ACME? Does it come in flavours?
“Good morning. Are you interested in donating any contentment? I LOST MY PLACE.”