I prefer the terms "experienced" and "uninhibited."

My mode of thinking denies the concept, but that's beside the point. Perhaps I'll change my mind and be a "New face in hell!"

The Clash

If you can play on the fiddle
Hows about a british jig and reel?
Speaking kings english in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise

There aint no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys

Ywanna join in a chorus
Of the amerasian blues?
When its christmas out in ho chi minh city
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma mamma mamma-san
Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Lemme tell ya bout your blood bamboo kid.
It aint coca-cola its rice.

Straight to hell
Oh papa-san
Please take me home
Oh papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So mamma-san says

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime u.s.a.?
In parkland international
Hah! junkiedom u.s.a.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat poison
The volatile molatov says-

Pssst...
Hey chico we got a message for ya...
Vamos vamos muchacho
From alphabet city all the way a to z, dead, head

Go straight to hell

Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No mans land and there aint no asylum here
King solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys

Artist/Band: Williams Hank III
Lyrics for Song: Straight to Hell
Lyrics for Album: Straight to Hell

Well my worn-out boots are taking me downtown
and I'm looking for trouble and I wanna get loud.

Serve me up a drink and I'll shoot it right down
and I'll jump up on the bar and holler "One more round!"

I'm going straight to hell
Ain't nothing slowin' me down
I'm going straight to hell
so you just better get me one more round!

Well back in the day with my uncle Jed,
he kept a lot of moonshine out in the shed.
He taught me how to drink - how to be real proud
of my hillbilly ways and my outlaw style.

I'm going straight to hell
Ain't nothing stoppin' me now
I'm headin' straight to hell
so you just better get me one more round!

Well I'm racin' these backroads trying to save my life,
'cause the sherriff wants to kill me 'cause I fucked his wife.
Always on the run with a gun in my hand
'cause I like a good time and a one-night stand.

I'm going straight to hell
Ain't nothing slowin' me down
I'm going straight to hell
so you just better get me one more round!

So you just better get me one more round!

& now, this is a great song by personal friend o' mine, Kevn Kinney (formerly of drivin' n' cryin')



I grew up just west of the tracks
holding me to hold me back
around your door
she's calling out my name

she said, "son, won't you go outside
I've got a man coming over tonight
The seventh one in seven days"

So I go down
to the parking lot
and hang around
all my friends
And roam the street 'till dawn
breaks again

I come in at five a.m.
and she is waitin' for me
she said, "where have you been?"
I said,
"I was out"
she said, "you're no good 'cause
you're runnin' without love"

I'm going straight to hell
just like my mama said
I'm going straight to hell

The black widow and the
ladies man
met down at the laundromat
& tried to make me
understand

the neighbors were
all in a stir
about what they might have heard
and runnin' down they shouted out
it seemed

next door a girl she lives
about the same age as me
and asked me to come upstairs
for a see

just then her mother burst in
said, "you're the son of that
bitch in the wind --
get outta my house --
hit the road"
I kept fallin' like a
Rolling Stones song

I'm going straight to hell
just like my mama said
I'm going straight to hell

The stars came out
and warned me so
as i walked on down
the road
fifty bucks and a suitcase
steered me clear

She took my hand
as we walked into the sun
a new days promise had
begun
we'll make it alone
whether you like it or not
I turned and shouted

HELP ME MOTHER

I'm going straight to hell
just like my mama said
I'm going straight to hell

Mother
love her
won't you let me go?

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe/Neil Bogan) I knew Neil until he moved to Chicago with his then girlfriend.

Long gone
intuition
to assume are gone
when we try
Dream of
a living jungle
in my way back home
when we die

(chorus)
West of the fields, west of the fields, west of the fields, west of the fields
Long gone, long gone, long gone, long gone
West of the fields

Dreams of Elysian
to assume are gone
when we try
Tell now
what is dreaming
When we try to listen with your eyes
oversimplify

(repeat chorus)

The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in
The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in

Dreams of Elysian
to assume are gone
when we try
Tell now
what is dreaming
when we try, listen through your eyes
when we die

(repeat chorus 2x)

i don't believe in christ so i am not going anywhere after i die.
earth would swallow my body or fire will eat it and give the rest to the wind.

i dont know what i believe
i choose not to choose

do you believe in rapture

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According to Miss Chan Marshall, "we are all going to hell."

only very few do not rot in the ground...that's a hell...total extinguishment of consciousness.

the ones without fear transform into some other form of energy (which may also involve extinguisment of self-consciousness, but some form continues) that, ultimately, I cannot pretend to know about or understand whatsoever.

In the future peoples brain waves are going to be zapped into the intranet where they can live forever!

I believe many of us have already done so.

i dont believe heaven could exist, we are all just going to die and rot...

No I'm going to heaven to hang out with my old goldfish, Donatello.

No offense, but Raphael was way better. It's just a fact. Donatello was second.

...and I'm going to heaven to hang out with my cats, King & Poof! I miss you guys!

Raphael is on par with Leonardo & better than Michelangelo & all the rest...
Donatello was a a pre-Renaissance sculptor...(oh no, it just dawned on me) ...teenage mutant ninja turtles babies hehe, you guys were probably writing about them & not the artists --- oh lordy