On That Note: I Fought the Lawn

[cyclones500]

“I do the dishes, I mow the lawn.”

 

[CycloneRulzzz]

His front lawn, in the snow

 

[pourcyne]

I don't want no god on my lawn

 

[CycloneRulzzz]

After she sips margaritas on the White House lawn

 

[pourcyne]

This is the version I remember being played on KAAY out of Little Rock back in the day.

Yeah, can't stand Tom Jones, Pussycat.

 

[BoxsterCy]

It's a long day livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart

 

[cyclones500]

Yeah, can't stand Tom Jones, Pussycat.

Makes me think of this.

 

[BoxsterCy]

Flashback to 50 years ago, 1975.

 

[cyclones500]

(Yes, we allow metaphors connected w/ cannabis)

 

[BoxsterCy]

Mowing season has begun in many sections of the U.S. (and we're approaching “No Mow May,” if you practice that).

For this week’s segment, we seek songs with title, lyrics or storylines pertaining to mow, grass, lawn, yard, weed and other general springtime outdoor upkeep.

NOT accepted: Reference to gardening, planting or flowers, we used aspects of those in previous OTNs. If those happen to be within a song that contains material for the main topic, that’s fine, of course.

On That Note is presented on Cyclone Fanatic by @MeanDean, @CycloneRulzzz and cyclones500. We’re always open to fresh ideas and suggestions. Send a PM.

Last week’s OTN: First of May

“Drive your car up on the lawn.”

Kudos on the title "I Fought the Lawn". Made me laugh.

 

[AlaCyclone]

 

[BoxsterCy]

Hey, it a "weed".

Poison Ivy.

 

[AlaCyclone]

 

[psycln11]

You and me go fishin' in the dark
Lyin' on our backs and countin' the stars
Where the cool grass grows
Down by the river in the full moonlight

 

[cyclones500]

“‘Why, why?’ says the junk in the yard.”

 

[Mead For My Horses]

Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you

 

[Mead For My Horses]

I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed
The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine

 

[Mead For My Horses]

When times go bad
When times go rough
Won't you lay me down in tall grass
And let me do my stuff

 

[baller21]

Her brother was on the sofa eatin' chocolate pie
Her mama was in the kitchen cuttin' chicken up to fry
Her daddy was in the backyard rollin' up a garden hose
I was on the porch with Charlotte feelin' love down to my toes

 

[cyclones500]

“But we don’t like to mow the lawn, rake the leaves.”