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The_Psychogenius
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Got this one goin' on right now...I used to enjoy torturing people with this one...

"The Dream Police"
1979 Cheap Trick

the dream police, they live inside of my head
the dream police, they come to me in my bed
the dream police, they comin' to arrest me, oh no

you know that talk is cheap
and those rumors ain't nice
and when I fall asleep
I don't think I'll survive, the night, the night

cause they're waiting for me,
they're looking for me
every single night

they're driving me insane
with those men inside my brain......

and I can't tell lies
because they're listening to me
and when I fall asleep
they are spying on me

tonight, tonight......

i try to sleep, they're wide awake
they won't let me alone
they don't get paid to take vacations or
let me alone
they spy on me, I try and hide
they won't let me alone
they persecute me, they're the judge and jury
all in gone...ah ha ha ha ha...

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Most song lyrics look dead on the page when divorced from the music (and sometimes performance), so I am reluctant to quote complete lyrics. From early rock and roll, I love Chuck Berry for his wit and playfulness. Lieber and Stoller were clever and witty too, there is a wonderful line in "(I'm a) W-O-M-A-N" "I can make a dress out of a dishcloth, (pause) and a man out of you!"

The age when music really was the centre of my life was the mid sixties, and then Bob Dylan was the man, but his stuff looks pretty terrible on the page too. His musical collaborators from that time, the Band had some wonderful lyrics on their great first two albums, and I think the words of this song are actually good enough to stand on their own.

Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,

(Chorus)
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'.
They went La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me,
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes the Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.
You take what you need and you leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best. (Chorus)

Like my father before me, I will work the land,
Like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
I swear by the mud below my feet,
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat. (Chorus and fade)


Not a very original choice I grant you, but I love songs which tell stories, and this one is written with such economy, and yet in just three short verses it takes you right inside another person's world, time and story. Pure genius.

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Ah yes, the good old Rock and Roll days, when songs actually meant something !

Who can forget

Tutti frutti, ah rooty
Tutti frutti, ah rooty
Tutti frutti, ah rooty
rom bom bah loo bom bah lom bam boom !


*sigh* they don't write deep and meaningful lyrics like that any more [Wink]

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Lately it's Nick Cave and "People Ain't No Good"

A sample:
"People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit
People just ain't no good"

It helps me practice my misanthropy...

Although I've had Will Oldham's "New Partner" stuck in my head for a week now and it's driving me fscking insane...though not for obvious reasons. [Roll Eyes]

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ELVIS IS KING

Costello of course. [Smile] Here's just two of many of my faves...


Lipstick Vogue

Don't say you love me when it's just a rumour
Don't say a word if there is any doubt.
Sometimes I think that love is just a tumour;
you've got to cut it out.

You say you're sorry for the things that you've done.
You say you're sorry but you know you don't mean it.
I wouldn't worry. I had so much fun.
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being

It's you
not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
It's you
not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
oh yeah.

Get to the slot machine almost dead on arrival
Just hit me one more time with that live wire
Maybe they told you you were only a girl in a million
You say I've got not feelings;
this is a good way to kill them.

Select the control and then insert the token
You wanna throw me away but I'm not broken.
You've got a lot to say. Well I'm not joking.
There are some words they don't allow to be spoken.
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being

It's you
not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue

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Pump it up

I've been on tenterhooks
ending in dirty looks,
list'ning to the Muzak,
thinking 'bout this 'n' that.
She said that's that.
I don't wanna chitter-chat.
Turn it down a little bit
or turn it down flat.

Pump it up when you don't really need it.
Pump it up until you can feel it.

Down in the pleasure centre,
hell bent or heaven sent,
listen to the propaganda,
listen to the latest slander.
There's nothing underhand
that she wouldn't understand.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.

She's been a bad girl.
She's like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it,
she's like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her.
You wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her,
putting up your temp'rature.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.

Out in the fashion show,
down in the bargain bin,
you put your passion out
under the pressure pin.
Fall into submission,
hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don't really need it.

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They normalise the signal when you're bangin' on Freon.
Palaeolithic eon.
Put the fake goatee on!
And it booms as cool as... sugar free jazz!

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tenacious d with the song 'tribute'

most of the song is pap apart from the one verse

"and he said,
'be you angels?
and we said,
'NAE, we are but men ROCK!'
AAArrrreoeeooouuuuuuuu"
where the last word is accompanied by wailing guitars and lots of wailing daemon voices of darkness.

its an infectious song, not matter how bad it is that verse will bring out a reaction (laugh, wail or cry).

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Ha ha! I love Tenacious D. "...how about the power to kill a yak from 200 yards - with mind bullets!"

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I once met a man with a sense of adventure
He was dressed to thrill wherever he went
He said "Let's make love on a mountain top
Under the stars on a big hard rock"
I said "In these shoes?
I don't think so"
I said "Honey, let's do it here."

So I'm sitting at a bar in Guadalajara
In walks a guy with a faraway look in his eyes
He said "I've got a powerful horse outside
Climb on the back, I'll take you for a ride
I know a little place, we can get there for the break of day."
I said "In these shoes?
No way, Jose"
I said "Honey, let's stay right here."

(chorus)

Then I met an Englishman
"Oh" he said
"Won't you walk up and down my spine,
It makes me feel strangely alive."
I said "In these shoes?
I doubt you'd survive."


I particularly like the way she delivers "I've got a powerful horse outside" - I must find an excuse to use that one sometime [Big Grin]

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The greatest rock-and-roll song that ever was - "My Generation".
People try to put us down,
just because we get around.
Things they do look aweful cold.
Hope I die before I get old.

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If you listen to the ocean
And the rhythm of the rain
And the rhythm of a heartbeat
And it circles(?) you again

And you do not see the color
And you do not see the reason
And you do not understand these things
You only know religion

And the wisdom of the ages
Meets the wisdom of the moment
And the future past and present
Is the feeling or the touch

And the walking hand you feel it
And it follows like a wind
And the voices in your ear
Are telling you so much

Some call it allah
Some call it god
Some call it buddha
I call it love

Some call it power
Come from above
Some call it jesus
I call it love

When you're guilty of compassion
It's the border of forever(?)
On the international
Binding us together

When the song is all around you
Telling you be free
And the force has finally found you
And it's everything you need

Some call it Allah
Some call it God
Some call it Buddha
I call it Love

Some call it power
Come from above
Some call it Jesus
I call it Love

(etc.)

Concrete Blonde, "I Call it Love"

Every single first-page Google hit for the lyrics to this one has two "?" characters where words are missing. It seems they all copied the lyrics from one source. I've filled in what I think the two missing sections are. Your ears may hear them differently.

This is one of the greatest Concrete Blonde songs ever, and that's saying a lot. Check it out.

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quote:
Originally posted by spungo:
Marillion == unknown? Maybe if you've been living in a fucking cave since the early eighties. This is your problem, Erbo - you make so many assumptions. Maybe Marillion are not well known in your area, but they're pretty frigging well known elsewhere - but that never occured to you as a possibility - because you think your World is the same as everyone else's. You keep referring to the idea that we've been indoctrinated by the Democrat Party - whilst completely failing to notice that most of the people that have been objecting to your posts are not even American.

The World does not revolve around your ego, pal.

p.s. Fish is Scottish. How's about you go up to him one day and tell him he's English.

Okay, let's see if I can address the misinformation here.

(1) Marillion are not well known in America; in fact, they're virtually unknown here. They are better known in Europe. I was lamenting the fact that they're not better known here. (I believe those two quotes were from Americans who also happen to be in the know.)

(2) Exactly when did I drag politics into this post?

(3) I knew Fish's ancestry already, thank you. And he's not even their lead singer anymore.

Now, by way of apology for distracting everyone with my responses, I offer some more good lyrics, this time by an American artist, from Lynwood, California, in fact...but he is parodying a Canadian, if that matters.

"Weird Al" Yankovic - "A Complicated Song"
(Parody of Avril Lavigne, "Complicated")
From the album Poodle Hat

Uh huh ... extra cheese
Uh huh, uh huh ... save a piece for me

Pizza party at your house,
I went just to check it out,
Nineteen extra larges,
What a shame, no one came

Just us eatin' all alone,
You said, "Take the pizza home"
"No sense lettin' all this go to waste"
So then I faced

Pizza all day, and every day,
This cheese 'round the clock is gettin' me blocked
And I sure don't care for irregularity

Tell me,
Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated?
'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated
In the bathroom ... I sit and I wait and I strain
And I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain
Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated?
No no no

I was feelin' pretty down
'Til my girlfriend came around,
We're just so alike in every way, I gotta say

In fact, I just thought I might
Pop the question there that night,
I was kissing her so tenderly,
But woe is me

Who would have guessed, her family crest
I'd suddenly spy tattooed on her thigh
And son-of-a-gun, it's just like the one on me!

Tell me
How was I supposed to know we were both related?
Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin we never would have dated
What to do now? Should I go ahead and propose
And get hitched and have kids with eleven toes
And move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated?
No no no no no no no
No no no no no no no
No no no no no

I had so much on my mind,
I thought maybe I'd unwind,
Try out that new roller coaster ride
And the guide

Said not to stand, but that's a demand
That I couldn't meet, I got on my feet
And stood up instead, and knocked off my head, you see

Tell me
Why'd I have to go and get myself decapitated?
This really is a major inconvenience, oh man, I really hate it
Such a drag, now ... Can't eat, I can't breathe, I can't snore
I can't belch or yodel anymore
Can't spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated

Oh no
Why'd I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (yeah, yeah)
I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated
What a bummer
Can't blink, I can't cough, I can't sneeeze
But my neck is enjoyin' a pleasant breeze now
Haven't been the same since my head and I were separated
No no no


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quote:
Originally posted by Erbo:
Marillion are not well known in America; in fact, they're virtually unknown here. They are better known in Europe. I was lamenting the fact that they're not better known here. (I believe those two quotes were from Americans who also happen to be in the know.)

The point is: you included those quotes as if they were expressions of your own opinion. But who the Hell did you think you were talking to? If we want to be patronized by a blinkered anti-aesthete, we'll let you know.

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My life goes on in an endless song,
above earths lamentations,
I hear the real, though far off hymns,
The tales of new creations.
Through all the trumlet and the strife,
I hear it's music ringing,
It sound an echo in my soul,
How can I keep from singing?

While though tempest Loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it Livith,
And though the darkness 'Round me close,
Songs in night it givith.
No storm can shake my in most calm,
While to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble in their fear
And hear their death knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near
How can I keep from singing?

In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging,
When friends by shame are undefiled
How can I keep from singing?


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Animals, by BT
(from Emotional Technology) -

My secret wish
in this sacred place
is to relinquish needs
the great constant is perpetual change

So when we leave
like we know we will
some of us remains
consecrated and unchanged

Circles in stars
they bind us now,
we're pretty animals
Colors around
are bled of love,
we're hopeful animals
Kiss me now
so we can feel alive
we're conscious animals
Circles in stars
they bind us now
we're sacred animals

From blood we came
to ash we return again
These carbon hearts
and terrestrial hopes

From our first goodbye
to our last hello
pray we carve our paths
from God's sacrosanct...

Circles in stars
they bind us now,
we're pretty animals
Colors around
are bled of love,
we're hopeful animals
Kiss me now
so we can feel alive
we're conscious animals
Circles in stars
they bind us now
we're sacred animals

The love we crave
that binds, bends
but can never change
Feeds the faith in faith
that I search for in everything...


Not really known for his lyrics, but this album has some really well-written ones. I'm impressed, anyway. [Smile]

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If you wanna hang out youíve got to take her out; cocaine.
If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine.
She donít lie, she donít lie, she donít lie; cocaine.

If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine.
When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine.
She donít lie, she donít lie, she donít lie; cocaine.

If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine.
Donít forget this fact, you canít get it back; cocaine.
She donít lie, she donít lie, she donít lie; cocaine.

She donít lie, she donít lie, she donít lie; cocaine.


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My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

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Old Love
(by Eric Clapton and Robert Cray)

I can feel your body
When I'm lying in bed
There's too much confusion
Going around through my head
And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame still burns
Why can't I get over?
When will I ever learn?
Old love, leave me alone
Old love, go on home
I can see your face
But I know that it's not real
It's just an illusion
Caused by how I used to feel
And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame will always burn
I'll never get over
I know now that I'll never learn

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I just ran away from home
Now I'm going to dizz knee land
I just crashed my car again
Now I'm going to dizz knee land
I just robbed a grocery store
I'm going to dizz knee land
I just flipped off President George
I'm going to dizz knee land

I just tossed a fifth of gin
Now I'm going to dizz knee land
I just got cuffed again
Now I'm going to dizz knee land
Shot my gun into the night
I'm going to dizz knee land
I just saw a good man die
I'm going to dizz knee land

Kicked my ass out of school
Rolled me out into the street
Hitched a ride on a monkey's back
Headed west into the black

I'm going to dizz knee land


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And it's one, two, three / On the wrong side of the lee / What were you meant for? / What were you meant for?
- The Decemberists

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Callipygous
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I am not a huge Stones fan but I always liked the lyrics to this song from the film "Performance", particularly the line
"Your organs all work perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on"

Memo from Turner (Jagger/Richards)
Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentleman, the one we all called "Kurt."

Come now, gentlemen, I know there's some mistake.
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight.

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.
You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;
Your sweat shines sweet and strong.
Your organs all work perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.

Weren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five
You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.

Come now, gentlemen, your love is all I crave.
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave.

When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.
And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon.
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed.
They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed.

So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean.
Boys will† be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast.
Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please.
The baby is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all work for me?"


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"Knowledge is Power. France is Bacon" - Milton

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snupy
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And it's been awhile
Since I could look at myself straight
And it's been awhile
Since I said I'm sorry
And it's been awhile
Since I've seen the way the candle lights your face
And it's been awhile
But I can still remember just the way you taste...



-sTAIND

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"I just ordered an extra-long straw to avoid accidentally doing a sit-up"-Jay, Modern Family

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Jace Raven

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Bohemian Rhapsody
Written by Freddie Mercury

Is this the real life ?
Is this just fantasy ?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows...

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Another One bites the Dust

Steve walks warily down the street
With his brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go

Are you ready hey are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

How do you think I'm going to get along
Without you when you're gone
You took me for everything that I had
And kicked me out on my own

Are you happy are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat look out

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

Hey
Oh take it - Bite the dust bite the dust
Hey Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust ow
Another one bites the dust he he
Another one bites the dust haaaa
Ooh shoot out

There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him
You can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him
When he's down
But I'm ready yes I'm ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating to the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust yeah
Hey I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
Shoot out

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The Famous Druid

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Aye aye aye aye
hasta mañana
my seester Belinda
she peesed out the winda
and ruined my newwwwwww sombrero !

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If you watch 'The History Of NASA' backwards, it's about a space agency that has no manned spaceflight capability, then does low-orbit flights, then lands on the Moon.

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I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some ...


Actually, maybe that's not suitable for our younger readers [Wink]

How about this instead...

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see


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6 weeks to go!

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Cap'n Vic

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Two of my favs from the best band in the world!


I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine
coulda been the Willie Nelson coulda been the wine
when I left your house this morning
it was a little after nine
it was in Bobcaygeon I saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time
Drove back to town this morning with working on my mind
I thought of maybe quitting
thought of leaving it behind
went back to bed this morning
and as I'm pulling down the blind
the sky was dull and hypothetical
and falling one cloud at a time
That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors
riding on horseback and keeping order restored
til the men they couldn't hang
stepped to the mic and sang
and their voices rang with that Aryan twang
I got to your house this morning just a little after nine
in the middle of that riot
couldn't get you off my mind
so I'm at your house this morning
just a little after nine
cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time


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Twelve men broke loose in Seventy-Three
From Millhaven maximum security
Twelve pictures lined up, across the front page
Seems the Mounties had a summertime war to wage
The chief told the people they had nothing to fear
Said, The last thing they wanna do is stick around here
They mostly came from towns with long French names
But one of the dozen was a hometown shame.
Same pattern on the table
Same clock on the wall
Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all
Freezing slow time, away from the world
He's 38 year's old, never kissed a girl
We were sitting round the table, heard the telephone ring
Father said he tell em if he saw anything
Heard the tap on my window in the middle of the night
Held back the curtain for my older brother Mike
See my sister got raped, so a man got killed
Local boy went to prison, man's buried on the hill
Folks went back to normal when they closed the case
But they still stare at their shoes when they pass our place
My mother cried, The horror has finally ceased
He whispered,Yea for the time being at least
Over her shoulder, on the squad car megaphone
Said,Let's go Michael, son, we're taking you home.


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Too Cool To Quit
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I don't mean to seem full of myself, but, uh, these lyrics I wrote recently are absolutely ace. Well, atleast I think so.

Theres a man on a hill
who says that I should fight
but why should I stand up
for things that aren't right

I think it's time we stand up and say
for him to put those guns away
Sure, I'll take your cage
just put those guns away

Theres a man with a foolish grin
living in a house of white
and I can't take anymore
of his anger and his spite

I think it's time we sit down
when he says throw your stone
Sure' I'll take your cage
just leave the innocent alone


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Alright now, that's the last straw, I'm calling the ass taxidermist to tell him to stop making hats in your size RIGHT NOW.

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