All that Hip Action on broken pins and from a closed foot
Line .......which'll restrict the Pivot on the way through the shot. The man was very flexible , tendon stretch as opposed to muscle contraction or whatever it is. Poetry in motion.
All that Hip Action on broken pins and from a closed foot
Line .......which'll restrict the Pivot on the way through the shot. The man was very flexible , tendon stretch as opposed to muscle contraction or whatever it is. Poetry in motion.
It may not be as restrictive as you think. BH allowed his right heel to lift pretty early which is a sign that either it wasn't restrictive or that he wanted to look like Fred Astaire.
Its ratings week and Daryl and I are trying to "move the needle" with a good old fashioned dust up.
Hey, not speaking for BerntR, but I been outa this since your Post #14!
Pass the popcorn!
P.S. For the afficionados . . . The High Noon theme song was sung by Francesco Paolo LoVecchio, aka . . .
Frankie Laine.
For the younger folk who don't know Frankie Laine, I know you know Clint Eastwood.
And, if you know Clint, you should know Rowdy Yates.
And, if you know Rowdy Yates, you'll crank the volume and know . . .
Rawhide!
Rawhide
The Official LBG Theme Song!
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Keep movin', movin', movin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just rope, throw and brand'em,
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin', be waiting at the end of my ride.
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em on,
Move 'em on, head 'em up, Rawhide!
Cut'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, Rawhide.
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide!
Through rain and wind and weather
Hell-bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my ride
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em on
Rawhide
Cut'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, let'em out,
Cut'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Think about it no more my friend. You've always sounded Metro Sexual. But I've always considered you a great Golfer first.
Thank You D, in the words of Johnny CAsh .........."IF YOU were a metro sexual , from chicago and I was a great golfer .......would you post weird posts anyways........would you be TGM savvy?
Ah man there's something about June Carter isnt there.........
Sorry for being so out of touch for the last 48 hours in this thread. It's just that im not used to this 3-day all-in new year celebration that I'm withnessing.
But I'm workin' on it. I already see three planes in Hogan's stroke and I am confident that I'll be able to see at least a couple more before we enter 2011.
Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, count 'em out,
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Originally Posted by O.B.Left
This is post low point right?
It is the end of the chorus, O.B., but it's not the end of the song. More verses follow!
I love the lyrics, energy and heart of this song. I love its primordial rhythm and the insistent crack of the bullwhip's lash. It captures the rigors of the thousand-mile cattle drives of the early West. And, in spirit, it is nothing less than the story of LBG and its push since 2004.
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