MY FAVORITE VIDEO (TODAY) IS...
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Simon of the Playa
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Simon of the Playa
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PurpleKoosh
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Ugly Dougly
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Ugly Dougly
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Ugly Dougly
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Heavy horses
By jethro tull
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Last of the line at an honest days toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie
With the shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating.
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going.
And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods
Behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing
And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horsemans cry
At once the old hands quicken ---
Bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---
Thrill to the sound of all
The heavy horses coming home.
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.
Heavy horses
By jethro tull
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Last of the line at an honest days toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie
With the shire on his feathers floating
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating.
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going.
And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods
Behind the young trees growing
To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth,
Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder
And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry
And the nights are seen to draw colder
Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power
Your noble grace and your bearing
And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing.
Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living horsemans cry
At once the old hands quicken ---
Bring pick and wisp and curry comb ---
Thrill to the sound of all
The heavy horses coming home.
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On octobers day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough
Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free
Now youre down to the few
And theres no work to do
The tractors on its way.
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Apollonaris Zeus
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Ugly Dougly
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PurpleKoosh
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Monkeypoo
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Alex Trebeck: The answer is TUESDAY.
Monkeypoo: **SLAMS THE BUTTON TO ANSWER**
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Monkeypoo: Alex, you're HOT, dude, you're aging damn fucking well.
Alex: *blushes* 4 seconds, Monkeypoo...
Monkeypoo: Yeah, that's what your wife said.
Alex: *flustered, but grinning* 2 seconds, beyotch. What's your question? The answer is TUESDAY!!
Monkeypoo: What is....my next play day off, the day I'm going on a long bike ride along the American River, and getting ravaged by my lover afterwards - all hot and sweaty?
Alex: Great job! You're in the lead with $5,840,069. What's your category?
Monkeypoo: I'll take "Fun Things To Do On A Sunny Afternoon", for $2000, Alex....
Alex: The answer IS.....
Monkeypoo: **SLAMS THE BUTTON TO ANSWER**
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Monkeypoo: Alex, you're HOT, dude, you're aging damn fucking well.
Alex: *blushes* 4 seconds, Monkeypoo...
Monkeypoo: Yeah, that's what your wife said.
Alex: *flustered, but grinning* 2 seconds, beyotch. What's your question? The answer is TUESDAY!!
Monkeypoo: What is....my next play day off, the day I'm going on a long bike ride along the American River, and getting ravaged by my lover afterwards - all hot and sweaty?
Alex:
Great job! You're in the lead with $5,840,069. What's your category?Monkeypoo: I'll take "Fun Things To Do On A Sunny Afternoon", for $2000, Alex....
Alex: The answer IS.....
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PurpleKoosh
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PurpleKoosh
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PurpleKoosh
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