What is the last song you sang out loud?

[tree_]

big purple Barney's "i lov eyou you love me" song

[tommy]

Bananaphone

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

Some Sigur Ros song

"Aaaeeeaa ahh yyyoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

[Chris_H_2]

Some Sigur Ros song

"Aaaeeeaa ahh yyyoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

one of my favorites

[Monkey_Driven]

Secret Garden - Bruce Springsteen

watched the video in that thread earlier this morning

[Jorge]

"You Make Me Feel So Young"

I sang it to my cat

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

the boys and i often sing "baby butt, toot toot, toot toot toot toot" in the "baby shark" melody

[Ello Sailor]

"The Circle of Life"

What a fucking banger.

[Chris_H_2]

the boys and i often sing "baby butt, toot toot, toot toot toot toot" in the "baby shark" melody

i still find it weird that you refer to your high school friends as "the boys."

[Ello Sailor]

[tree_]

i'm talking about my kids though ! everyone knows i don't have any friends

[Ello Sailor]

We are your friends. But you may only comment on Lenny's baby butt.

[Chris_H_2]

i'm talking about my kids though ! everyone knows i don't have any friends

[tree_]

It's OK, I don't want any friends, most of the time. My wife and kids and dogs are good enough for me.

[Ello Sailor]

Wtf

[tree_]

oh, i meant non-internet friends. you're cool, ello

[LoathedVermin72]

Sometimes I wish I had friends that lived near me but I’ve realized I don’t actually want new friends, I just want my current friends to live nearby

[Monkey_Driven]

Sometimes I wish I had friends that lived near me but I’ve realized I don’t actually want new friends, I just want my current friends to live nearby

truth