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Get everyone to sing and shake their Junk because it's Friday!

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Shake it a little differently today

You’re welcome.

:)



I know it's not Friday

but this one can’t wait.

To maximize the experience, adjust your mindset to blank/receptive. Get out your headphones or earbuds, and squeeze your eyelids shut real tight. If the eyelid movies aren’t an option, I recommend a very dark room. There are images that accompany the video, but really… this little ditty is made for your imagination. Pump up the volume.

Rated: 420 Friendly, 98 on the Acid Index.



Is it Friday yet?

No matter…



Friday? What Friday?

Junk? What junk?

Sing? Please.

:)

And dance



dammit...

The whiskey ain’t workin’ any more…



Not Friday? who cares?

So it’s Thursday…I still need to get my blood moving.



Music

sets the mood.

ogod



Eye see you

Shadows on the mountain, and the night begins to fall;
Gather up the children, ‘fore the darkness takes us all.
Tribe has come together, standin’ naked against the night;
Twenty feet from the fire, the evil waits with zombie eyes.

Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!
Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!

Oh! Sneakin’ through the long grass on leopard feet silently,
A beast already dead comes to join the dance on the zombie.
Ooh! Time has come again – again the moment of truth;
The terror is at hand, and there’s nothin’ you can do.

Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!
Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!

From out of nowhere he’s there, flashing hideous teeth,
Panic in the crowd, helter-skelter, we’re brought to our knees.
Back to the darkness, back on the mountain he stands,
You can’t fight a shadow, you can’t kill a dead man.

Eye of the Zombie, by John Fogerty



Not exactly a "shake your junk" song, but appropriate for the day...

Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
You know, I just looked around and he’s gone.

Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked around and he’s gone.

Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked ‘round and he’s gone.

Didn’t you love the things that they stood for?
Didn’t they try to find some good for you and me?
And we’ll be free
Some day soon, and it’s a-gonna be one day …

Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
I thought I saw him walk up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.

by Richard Holler



The penultimate rock 'n roll song from the penultimate rockers, The Rolling Stones

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinner’s saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What’s me name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah



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