Dedicate a Song for Prosecutor

“Ed reminds me of Prince......LOL ha ha ha

When Doves Cry

Dig if u will the picture
Of u and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can u my darling
Can u picture this?


Dream if u can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and u


How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry


Touch if u will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase u
Even doves have pride


How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry


How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father)
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold)
Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother)
She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why)
This is what it sounds like


When doves cry
When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)
When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)


Don't Cry (Don't Cry)


When doves cry
When doves cry
When doves cry


When Doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry, doves cry
Don't cry
Darling don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't don't cry”

“Housemartins lyrics - The People Who Grinned Themselves to Death lyrics - You Better Be Doubtful

Tinker, you better place another bet
The rich up in the castle haven't finished eating yet
They'll throw you a bone or a spat-out stone
But knowing them that's all you'll get
Tailor, you better close another shop
No-one wants your quality, make do with what you've got
They'll let you survive
The'll let you get by
But knowing them, they'll let you rot

You better be doubtful
You better beware
You better not shout now
You better not care

Tinker, you better buy another boot
Those "Pocock Continental" are finally showing through
We'll get you a pair
From a second-hand fair
They'll only have 'a two'

Sailor, you better sink a few more ships
Admiral loony Nelson cannot find his game of risk
We'll lose a few lives
A couple of tribes
But knowing him he'll like his lips

You better be doubtful
You better beware
You better not shout now
You better not care

From Queen Wilkinds to Queen Victoria
We've had a promising side
From King Callaghan to Bonny Prince Francis
We've paid up and we've cried
Princess Gower and Princess Ferguson
We've looked a hard nut to crack
But we're weak at the.........Back!”

“a very fitting tune...


Eagles
Hell Freezes Over (1994)
Get Over it

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' 'Don't blame me'
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this #&%!$in' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it

More from artist :
Eagles



More from album :
Hell Freezes Over”

“Dirty Laundry ---

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something, something I can use
People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry

Well, I could've been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear, give us dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em all around

We got the bubbleheaded bleach-blonde, comes on at 5
She can tell you about the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die, give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet?
You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set, we need dirty laundry

You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone, keep your dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff, kick 'em all around

Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
Love to cut you down to size, we love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo, we can dance and sing
When it's said and done, we haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry”

“Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep?
When leaves begin to die
Like me he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry

"I'm so lonesome, I could cry"
Hank Williams”

“Some, and I do mean some, really have a wit and know how to make a retired litigator laugh.
Someone already suggested, "I fought the Law and the Law Won". There must be some country and western lyrics or titles that would fit the occassion. Because you know what you get when you play a country and western song backwards? You get you pick-up back, you get your wife back, you get your job back, and you get your trailer back.”

“are you the guy I used to run 10k's with? Perhaps not. Anyway here's my song. Unfortunately I don't know the name but it always pops into my head when I'm feel' the miseries. Out of empathy it's been playing again lately, and hopefully this will get it out of my mind (and into yours).

Nobody knows de trubble I seen
Nobody knows my sorrow
Nobody knows de trubble I seen
Glory hallelujah

Sometimes I'm up,
sometimes I'm down
Oh yes lorddddd
Sometimes I'm almost to de groun
Oh yes lord

Nobody knows the trubble I seen
Nobody knows my sorrow
Nobody knows de trubble I seen
Glory hallelujah”

“"Don't go away mad (Just go away)"”

“Jim Croce
You Don't Mess Around With prosecutor




Uptown got it's hustlers
The trail talk got it's bums
42nd Street got Big prosecutor
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big prosecutor "Boss", just because
And they say

You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with prosecutor

Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I'm lookin' for a man named prosecutor
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name BP2GO
But down home they call me steve
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of Trail Talk
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know

And you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with prosecutor

Well a hush fell over the Trail Talk
prosecutor come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big prosecutor hit the floor now they say

You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Steve the BP2GO

Yeah, big prosecutor got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue

Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Steve BP2GO



Jim Croce & Mpalelelaf

You Don't Mess Around With prosecutor”

“
What do you do when you're branded
And you know you're a man?

Wherever you go, for the rest of your life
You must prove.... you're a man.


Cult Television Theme Lyrics”

“Some things in life are bad,

They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse,
When you're chewing your life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle,
And this'll help things turn out for the best,
And.....
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the light side of life.
[whistling]
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life,
[whistling]
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,...
Always look on the bright side of death,
[whistling]
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
[whistling]
Life's a piece of #&%!$,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]”

“Mine is played on this teensy, weensy violin.

(no offense Vileman)”

“You forgot the most important part of playing a country song backward - your dog comes home!”

“Yah, but your mama has to go back to prison...”

“Prosecutor sent his mama to prison?”

“D'oh, bit's right. Can't have momma's getting back in prison. However, would that also mean she doesn't get ran over by a danged old train?”

“Well, yah, duh.”

“The pieces of truck (and the female parent) reconstitute, then the truck knocks the crap outta the train and it goes flying backwards up the track.

Neat trick.”

“I'd pay to see the video.”

“Well, I think I'd rather have momma in prison than run over by a train, so its time to reverse some classic country...

Following this theory, its also a way to no longer be drunk before picking her up. That could save countless DUI tickets and hangovers. I think we're on to something here.”

“Puddle Of Mudd
Steve Hates Me

Signed on the site, thought it was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued

in a trapped trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie

Steve f_cking hates me
trust
steve f_cking hates me
la la la la
I tried too hard
and he tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away

Steve was king for about an hour
after that sh_t got sour
steve took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no

In a trapped trip I can't grip
never thought i'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie

[Chorus]

that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did he
now it's over and i'm glad
'cause i'm a fool for all i've said

[Chorus]

la la la la la la la la la la
Trust
la la la la la la la la la la
Trust
and he tore my feelings like I had none
Steve f_cking hates me”

“There's no doubt, this is Prosecutor's song, hands down.
He fancies himself the bear in this story, but me thinks he's the unfortunate rider....

Writing on a Rock
- Walkin’ Jim

He must have been a rider
On the high and lonesome country
Must a been a looking for the gold
Perhaps he was the last
Of those trotting days gone past
So he was getting mighty old

But he rode the great divide
With the windsong at his side
As he made his way up thru the pines
And the spirit of the land
Must have touched that one lone man
Wish I could’ve looked back thru all that time

Refrain:
Oh Baker was his name
And I guess the story’s plain
What time is left is here beneath the sun
Because all that we got
Is some writing on a rock;
An ol’ rusted, dusted, busted gun.


Well the day when it come
Must’ve been the same as some
Must’ve been a riding high in the sun
When the bear made his move
He didn’t think of win or lose
Just dropped his reigns and went for his gun

Refrain

He was there like a mountain
A bronze and silver tip
Where he roamed there’s no doubt he was the king
Like the ruler of a land
Well you gotta understand
That ol’ bullet didn’t mean a damn thing

The gun was pulled and shot
But the horse she jerked a lot
And the rider found himself upon the ground
That ol’ bear had taken lead
But he rose and shook his head
Then he charged; he ran the other down

Refrain

Well the day was nearly thru
When the rider, he came to
All broken and bloody and all torn
His gun lay nearby all busted and bent
He knew he’d never use his legs no more

A time it rolled on
He took the rock he lay upon
With his knife he carved out his tale
And in his simple words
Oh the story could be heard
Enough to turn a brave man pale

“Well my legs, they’re all gone
My gun is all bent
I guess I’ve come to the end of my tribe
Well I laid here two days
I only crawled a little ways
Oh my God! The griz! – He’s coming back.
He’s coming back! He’s coming back!
The griz – he’s coming ba…””

“Good read. One of my favorite songs.

But I am the one with the bear skin on the wall opposite the fireplace in my cabin in bear country.

Not visa versa.”

“True enough Prosecutor, but on the original thought/thread, the dark side has you on their wall, and not vice versa.”