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The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun I walk a road horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies in ancient tongues For the court of the crimson king The keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrims door With insufficient schemes The black queen chants the funeral march The cracked brass bell will ring To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower I chased the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour The pattern juggler lifts his hand The orchestra begin I slowly turn the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king On soft grey mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax The yellow jester does not play But gently pulls the strings And smile as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king "Court Of The Crimson King" lyrics |
hey,hey...........thanx for that ngdawg.........you guys got me to page freakin' 6.
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see.........if i were to open them,then they would fall apart and ,well,.........that would suck eh.
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this is how it should read...........
http://volcano.photobucket.com/album...ght_joints.jpg that ladies and gentlemen.....would be the 1st photoshop for fly........if i wasn't so lazy,.....i think i'd be able to figure this shit out.;) thanx ngdawg.......for playin' in this thread eh!!! |
Blinded By the Light
Manfred Mann Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground The calliope crashed to the ground But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong, play the song with the funky break" And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride Asked me if I needed a ride But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tired She's gonna make it through the night She's gonna make it through the night But mama, that's where the fun is But mama, that's where the fun is Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner, watching the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance The calliope crashed to the ground But she was... Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong" |
(ngdawg made me do this)
Jug Band Music Lovin' Spoonful I was down in Savannah Eatn' Cream and Bannanas When the heat just made me faint I began to get crosseyed I thought I was lost I'd begun to see things as they ain't. As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter The doctor came to see was I fine. But the doctor said give him jug band music, It seems to make him feel just fine. I was told a little tail about a skinny as a rail L.A. put cowboy with a headache He was hung up in the desert swappin' rats And tryn' ta get a drink of water with his knees gettin' mud caked And I'll tell you and exceptance how he stumbled into Memphis Tenassee Lookin' hard and gettin' dust baked. We gave 'im little water; a little bit of wine he opened up his eyes but they didn't seem to shine And the doctor said give him jug band music it seems to make him feel just fine So if you ever get sickly get sister run quickly to the dusty closet shelf and pull out a washboard; and play a guitar chord and do a little do it yourself. call on your neighbors to put down their labors and come and play the hardware in time cause the doctor said give him jug band music it seems to make him feel just fine I was floatin' in the ocean greased with suntan lotion when i got wiped out by a beach boy he was surfin' when he hit me but jumped off his board to get me and he dragged me by the armpit like a child's toy as we staggerd into land with all the waitors eatn' sandwitches we tried to mooch a towl from the harpoloy he emptied out his eardrums; i emptied out mine and everybody knows that the very last line is the doctor said give him jug band music it seems to make him feel just fine and the doctor said give him jug band music it seems to make him feel just fine. |
The Trews - Not Ready To Go Lyrics
It's never ending, as far as I know But there's a doubt you feel, between us both You're grounded daily, I'm on a cloud I float up every night, as you come down I'm not ready to go Are you unhappy, or are you low? I should be leaving but I'm not ready to go I'm not ready to go Even if you think I'm crazy, drunk, and stoned I don't wanna be messed up alone There's nothing wrong here There's nothing wrong here There's nothing wrong here There's nothing wrong.... I'm not ready to go diggin' these guys lately......check 'em out eh. |
No I didn't!!!! Phil lies!
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wobbly pops! that's why yer squirrels are mad up there. um yeah. |
Alabama song
The Doors Well, show me the way, To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why Show me the way, To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find, The next whiskey bar I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why Well, show me the way, To the next little girl Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why Show me the way, To the next little girl Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find, The next little girl I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why |
High Time We Went"
(Joe Cocker/Chris Stainton) Well, it's five o'clock in the morning feel just like the end of a mule Somebody's been yawning trying to break out the rules. Yes, it's high time we went Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went there? Ain't it high time we went? Well, it's four o'clock in the morning, somebody's shouting the news, nobody's been yawning, Preachers all around for the blues. Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Three o'clock and I'm dreaming, somebody's shouting the way, nobody can see me, trying to find a brand new day. Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Two o'clock and I'm rolling, everywhere I look is the same, somebody's been calling, trying to put the blame on my name. Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? It's one o'clock and I'm falling, falling for the same old game, somebody's been shouting, let me be by the stage. Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Well, it's twelve o'clock and I got there, didn't think I'd make it in time, somebody's been shouting, "Don't forget the lemon and lime." Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? Ain't it high time we went? |
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Just watch yourself fly :lol:
ARTIST: Jimi Hendrix TITLE: Hey Joe Lyrics and Chords Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand Hey Joe, I said where ya goin' with that gun in your hand I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady now You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man Huh, and that ain't to cool Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down You shot her down down Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down You shot her down to the ground Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town Yes, I did, I shot her You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round the town And I gave her the gun, I shot her Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now Where you gonna run to Hey Joe, I said, where you gonna run to now Where you, where you gonna go Well dig it I'm goin' way down south Way down Mexico way, alright I'm goin' way down south Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me Ain't no hangman gonna find me He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now Hey Joe, you better run on down Goodbye, everybody |
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bwahahahahaaaa............bern remembers the fuckin' bastard skwerlz.......... thanx bernie. *save as...* |
Unclephil really wants you to have this-don't ask me why!
Kiss You All Over lyrics (Exile) (Michael Chapman/Nicholas Chinn) When you get home babe, gonna light your fire All day I've been thinking about you babe your my one desire Gonna wrap my arms around you and hold you next to me Oh, baby wanna taste your lips I wanna be your fantasy Yeah I don't know what I'd do without you babe don't know where I'd be Your not just another lover no you're everything to me Every time I'm with you baby can't believe it's true When your laying in my arms and you do the things you do You can see it in my eyes I can feel it in your touch You don't have to say a thing just let me show how much Love you Need you Yeah babe I wanna kiss you all over, all over again I wanna kiss you all over Till the night closes in, till the night closes in Stay with me, lay with me, holding me, loving me baby Here with me, near with me, feeling you close to me baby So show me, show me everything you do Cause baby no one does it quite like you Love you Need you Yeah babe I wanna kiss you all over, all over again I wanna kiss you all over Till the night closes in Till the night closes in Till the night closes in Repeat |
Bwahahahahahhhhahaaa..........i knew it...........i freakin' knew it.
.....phil has a crush on me. hey phil!!!!!! i love you man. thanx ngdawg |
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Hair Gerome Ragni and James Rado She asks me why I'm just a hairy guy I'm hairy noon and night Hair that's a fright I'm hairy high and low Don't ask me why Don't know It's not for lack of bread Like the Grateful Dead Darling Gimme head with hair Long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, Streaming, flaxen, waxen Give me down to there hair Shoulder length or longer Here baby, there mama Everywhere daddy daddy Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair Let it fly in the breeze And get caught in the trees Give a home to the fleas in my hair A home for fleas A hive for bees A nest for birds There ain't no words For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder Of my... Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty Oily, greasy, fleecy Shining, gleaming, streaming Flaxen, waxen Knotted, polka-dotted Twisted, beaded, braided Powdered, flowered, and confettied Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied! Oh say can you see My eyes if you can Then my hair's too short Down to here Down to there Down to where It stops by itself They'll be ga ga at the go go When they see me in my toga My toga made of blond Brilliantined Biblical hair My hair like Jesus wore it Hallelujah I adore it Hallelujah Mary loved her son Why don't my mother love me? Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair |
uncle phil and flyman
sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g first comes love then comes marrage then comes flyman riding on a meatball, getting his hair cut, and looking like a dork while uncle phil points and laughs. ...........................eh? |
Almost Cut My Hair
CSNY Almost cut my hair, it happened just the other day. It's getting’ kinda long, I coulda said it wasn't in my way. But I didn't and I wonder why, I feel like letting my freak flag fly, cause I feel like I owe it to someone. Must be because I had the flu' for Christmas and I'm not feeling up to par. It increases my paranoia, like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car. But I'm not giving in an inch to fear cause I missed myself this year. I feel like I owe it to someone. When I finally get myself together, I'm going to get down in that sunny southern weather. And I find a place inside to laugh, separate the wheat from the chaff. I feel like I owe it to someone. |
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nice one joe...........i've looked at this 3 times now and i can't stop laughin'...... *heads out to light one up and still,laugh some more*:thumbsup: |
hey phil......whatta ya' tryin' to say w/ the Hair tune..........you been checkin' out the post your butt thread or what?
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do i want to see that? or not? *need advice & directions* |
ain't never seein' my butt...it's too tight..
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:)s @ uncle phil
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lotta butts and heads flyin around here lately
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no,no........i thiught you were talkin' bout the "post your butt" thread silly........... tight as a.......oh hell,....i'll leave it alone. and bern............yes,....yes you do need direction......*wierdo* |
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very fucking funny phil........... but i have seen you without yours my friend....... Bwaahhahhahaahhhaa........as sad as me man.:D |
Hair Poem--George Carlin
I'm aware some stare at my hair. In fact, to be fair, Some really despair of my hair. But I don't care, Cause they're not aware, Nor are they debonaire. In fact, they're just square. They see hair down to there, Say, 'Beware' and go off on a tear! I say, 'No fair!' A head that's bare is really nowhere. So be like a bear, be fair with your hair! Show it you care. Wear it to there. Or to there. Or to there, if you dare! My wife bought some hair at a fair, to use as a spare. Did I care? Au contraire! Spare hair is fair! In fact, hair can be rare. Flyman got no hair, Nor does a chair, Nor nor a chocolate eclair, And where is the hair on a pear? Nowhere, mon frere! So now that I've shared this affair of the hair, I'm going to repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care? (Beard Poem) Here's my beard. Ain't it wierd? Don't be sceered, Just a beard. |
yessssssss...........Carlin is one hellofa funny man..............thanx eh
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Since Phil is out playing with Hanxter this weekend, it behooves me (how's that for a word?) to continue posting in a manner of which Phil would approve(like I care if he did). Therefore, without further adieu, I give to you, Flyman, Dire Straits:
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin' and chicks for free |
sweet...........good stuff from them boys........
you heard this one before? Well it's a strange old game - you learn it slow One step forward and it's back to go You're standing on the throttle You're standing on the brakes In the groove 'til you make a mistake Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the louisville slugger Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going lose it all You gotta know happy - you gotta know glad Because you're gonna know lonely And you're gonna know bad When you're rippin' and a ridin' and you're coming on strong You start slippin' and a slidin' and it all goes wrong, because Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going lose it all One day you got the glory Then you got none One day you're a diamond And then you're a stone Everything can change In the blink of an eye So let the good times roll Before we say goodbye, because Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going lose it all sorta how i feel today. :confused: |
AW-sorry, Flyman, hopefully, this too shall pass
this song is in one way sad, but if you've ever heard it, there's something very soothing in it-Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (later just 'Dirt Band') recorded this waaaaayyyyyy back when-even I was a kid! There are recent versions, but first is always best, at least in music. Buy For Me the Rain Buy for me the rain, my darling, buy for me the rain; Buy for me the crystal pools that fall upon the plain. And I'll buy for you a rainbow and a million pots of gold. Buy it for me now, babe, before I am too old. Buy for me the sun, my darling, buy for me the sun; Buy for me the light that falls when day has just begun. And I'll buy for you a shadow to protect you from the day. Buy it for me now, babe, before I go away. Buy for me the robin, darling, buy for me the wing; Buy for me a sparrow, almost any flying thing. And I'll buy for you a tree, my love, where a robin's nest may grow. Buy it for me now, babe, the years all hurry so. I cannot buy you happiness, I cannot by you years; I cannot buy you happiness, in place of all the tears. But I can buy for you a gravestone, to lay behind your head. Gravestones cheer the living, dear, they're no use to the dead. |
so i should kazaa the nitty gritty dirt band then for this version?
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I may still have their version on a cassette somewhere....or maybe even, LORD, the 45!!! |
i still have cassettes and 45's too..........i just erase the cassettes now and record over them...
the 45's....well..........they get played cuz i still have a record player. |
Truckin'
Grateful Dead Truckin’ got my chips cashed in. keep truckin’, like the do-dah man Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin’ on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street. Chicago, new york, detroit and it’s all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans; New york’s got the ways and means; but just won’t let you be, oh no. Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love, Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home. One of these days they know they better get goin’ Out of the door and down on the streets all alone. Truckin’, like the do-dah man. once told me you’ve got to play your hand Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay’em down, Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been. What in the world ever became of sweet jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same Livin’ on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine, All a friend can say is ain’t it a shame? Truckin’, up to buffalo. been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin’ on. Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window. Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again I’d like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you’re gonna come in. Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin’ pin. Knocked down, it get’s to wearin’ thin. they just won’t let you be, oh no. You’re sick of hangin’ around and you’d like to travel; Get tired of travelin’ and you want to settle down. I guess they can’t revoke your soul for tryin’, Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been. Truckin’, I’m a goin’ home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin’ on. Hey now get back truckin’ home. |
Charlie Daniels
Long Haired Country Boy People say I'm no-good, And crazy as a loon. I get stoned in the morning, I get drunk in the afternoon. Kinda like my old blue tick hound, I like to lay around in the shade, An', I ain't got no money, But I damn sure got it made. 'Cos I ain't askin' nobody for nothin', If I can't get it on my own. If you don't like the way I'm livin', You just leave this long-haired country boy alone. Preacher man talkin' on the TV, He's a-puttin' down the rock 'n' roll. He wants me to send a donation, 'Cos he's worried about my soul. He said: "Jesus walked on the water," And I know that is true, But sometimes I think that preacher man, Would like to do a little walkin', too. But I ain't askin' nobody for nothin', If I can't get it on my own. You don't like the way I'm livin', You just leave this long-haired country boy alone. A poor girl wants to marry, And a rich girl wants to flirt. A rich man goes to college, And a poor man goes to work. A drunkard wants another drink of wine, And a politician wants a vote. I don't want much of nothin' at all, But I will take another toke. 'Cos I ain't askin' nobody for nothin', If I can't get it on my own. If you don't like the way I'm livin', You just leave this long-haired country boy alone. I can see it. Cept for that hair :lol: |
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damn straight joe..........words work for me too but alas,the hair is gone. thanx eh. |
Casey Jones
Grateful Dead Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time, Leaves central station ’bout a quarter to nine, Hits river junction at seventeen to, At a quarter to ten you know it’s travlin’ again. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble ahead, lady in red, Take my advice you’d be better off dead. Switchman’s sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble with you is the trouble with me, Got two good eyes but you still don’t see. Come round the bend, you know it’s the end, The fireman screams and the engine just gleams... |
good tune phil..........thanx man........
that cocaine is tough stuff though....i'll stick to the pot.....nice and easy eh. |
You don't have Dagga in your avatar. Its one of the most common names for weed in Africa.
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Yeah bro, gotta love Zappa!
It was the blackest night There was no moon in sight You know the stars ain’t shinin’ ’cause the sky’s too tight I heard the scarey wind I seen some ugly trees There was a werewolf honkin’ ’long the side of me I’m mean ’n I’m bad, y’know I ain’t no sissy Got a big-titty girly by the name of chrissy Talkin’ about her ’n my bike ’n me... ’n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery I noticed even the crickets Was actin’ weird up here And so I figured I might Just drink a little beer I said, gimme summa that what yer suckin’ on... But there was no reply ’cause she was gone... Where’s those titties that I like so well ’n my goddamn beer! Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise Like a crunchin’ twig, ’n up jumped the devil...he’s about this big... He had a red suit on An’ a widow’s peak An’ then a pointed tail ’n like a sulphur reek Yes, it was him awright I sweared I knowed it was He had some human flesh Stuck underneath his claws You know it looked to me Like it was titty skin I said, you sonofabitch! ’cause I was mad at him, Well he just got out his floss ’n started cleanin’ his fang So I shot him with my shooter Said: bang bang bang Then the sucker just laughed ’n said, put it away... You know, I ate her all up...now what you Gonna say? You ate my chrissy? titties ’n all! Well, what about the beer then, boy? were the cans This tall? Even her boots? would I lie to you? Shit, you musta been hungry! yes, this is true. Well don’t they pay you good for the Stuff that you do? Well, you know, I can’t complain when the checks come through... Well I want my chrissy, ’n I want my beer So you just barf it back up now, devil, Do you hear? Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the devil, Do you understand? just what will you give me For your Titties and beer? I suppose you noticed this little Contract here... yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore, Don’t call me that That’s about the only reason ...gimme that paper...bet yer ass I’ll sign... ’cause I need a beer, ’n it’s titty-squeezin’ time Man, you can’t fool me...you ain’t that bad... I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls I had... Why there was milhous nixon ’n agnew, too... ’n both of those suckers was worse ’n you... Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true I mean, you’re the devil, so whatcha gonna do? (improvised dialog) Wait a minute...a tinge of doubt crosses my mind...when you say... That you want to make a deal with me... That’s very, very true I’m only interested in two things Yeah? See if you can guess what they are I would think...uh...let’s see, maybe stravinsky... I’ll give you two clues. let go of your pickle What? Let go of your pickle! I’m not holding my pickle Well, who’s holding your pickle then? I don’t know...she’s out in the audience... Hey dale, would you like to come up here and hold My pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage? I’m only interested in two things, and that’s Titties and beer You know what I mean? What? Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer! Titties and beer! I don’t know if you’re the right guy? Titties and beer! Titties and beer! No! don’t sign it! give me time to think... I mean hold on a second boy, ’cause that’s magic ink! And then the devil let go of his pickle And out come my girl, there was her titties Flop-floppin’...all around the world She said I got me three beers and a fistful of downs And I’m gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns! Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff That’s when the devil, he farted And she went right over the cliff! The devil was mad, I took off to my pad I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? |
Damn.. you guys are giving lyrics to Zappa and the Dead? I'll have to watch this thread more closely... hehe.
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pj...great find...
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Up On the Roof
The Drifters When this old world starts getting me down And people are just too much for me to face I climb way up to the top of the stairs And all my cares just drift right into space On the roof, it's peaceful as can be And there the world below can't bother me Let me tell you now When I come home feelin' tired and beat I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof) I get away from the hustling crowd And all that rat-race noise down in the street (up on the roof) On the roof, the only place I know Where you just have to wish to make it so Let's go up on the roof (up on the roof) At night the stars put on a show for free And, darling, you can share it all with me I keep a-tellin' you Right smack dab in the middle of town I've found a paradise that's trouble proof (up on the roof) And if this world starts getting you down There's room enough for two Up on the roof (up on the roof) Up on the roo-oo-oof (up on the roof) Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof) Oh, come on, honey (up on the roof) FADE Everything is all right (up on the roof) |
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Yellow Snow-Frank Zappa
Dreamed i was an eskimo Frozen wind began to blow Under my boots and around my toes The frost that bit the ground below It was a hundred degrees below zero... And my mama cried And my mama cried Nanook, a-no-no Nanook, a-no-no Don't be a naughty eskimo Save your money, don't go to the show Well i turned around and i said "oh, oh" oh Well i turned around and i said "oh, oh" oh Well i turned around and i said "ho, ho" And the northern lights commenced to glow And she said, with a tear in her eye "watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" "watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" |
Behind Blue Eyes
The Who No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat And if I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes |
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Let It All Hang Out
The Hombres (spoken): "A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive on John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve" No parkin' by the sewer sign Hot dog, my razor's broke Water drippin' up the spout But I don't care, let it all hang out Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees Sun is shinin' through the shade Nobody knows what it's all about, It's too much, man, let it all hang out Saw a man walkin' upside down My T.V.'s on the blink Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out Sleep all day, drive all night Brain my numb, can't stop now For sure ain't no doubt Keep an open mind, let it all hang out It's rainin' inside a big brown moon How does that mess you baby up, leg Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out Let it all hang out (harmonized) [repeat to fade] |
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you guys are fuckin' awesome.........
all sorts of good tunes......once again,.....many thanx |
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Monterey
Eric Burdon and the Animals The people came and listened Some of them came and played Others gave flowers away, yes they did Down in Monterey, Down in Monterey. Young gods smiled upon the crowd Their music being born of love Children danced night and day Religion was being born Down in Monterey The Byrds and the Airplane did fly Oh, Ravi Shankar's music made me cry The Who exploded into fire and light Hugh Masekela's music was black as night The Grateful Dead blew everybody's mind Jimi Hendrix, baby, believe me, set the world on fire, yeah His Majesty, Prince Jones, smiled as he moved among the crowd Ten thousand electric guitars were groovin' real loud, yeah You want to find the truth in life? Don't pass music by And you know I would not lie, no, I would not lie, No, I would not lie Down in Monterey All right!!! Three days of understanding, of moving with one another Even the cops grooved with us Do you believe me, yeah? Down in Monterey, down in Monterey Down in Monterey, down in Monterey I think that maybe I'm dreaming Monterey, Monterey Down in Monterey Did you hear what I say? Down in Monterey |
Zappa's love song to flyman :lol:
We Are Not Alone Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine) Steve Vai (guitar, acoustic guitar) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Roy Estrada (vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano) Ike Willis (vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (keyboards, bass, micro bass, rhythm guitar) Ed Mann (percussion) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Dick Fegy (mandolin) Marty Krystall (saxophone) You-you-you-ooo Look like a dor-r-r-k You act like a dork Most of the time, also You're a dor-r-r-r-k You are a double-dork butt rash You are a dork, dork, dork, dor-r-r-r-k! Nobody wants to... You are boring...you have nothing to say You eat cheese -- you eat cheese and other things You can can wrap up an' take with you From the table With Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table You are a dork You are a dork, dork, dork, dor-r-r-r-k! A double-dork butt rash There's one in every crew -- do you know who you are? We know, but we won't tell you We don't want to hurt your feelings But you're a dor-r-r-r-k! Might as well admit it When you're a dork You're a dork, by the way You're a dork A double A double dork butt rash A double butt rash dork Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table You look like a dork Look like a dork You act like a dork most of the time You're a dor-r-r-r-k Double dork Double dork Double dork butt rash :lol: |
He was born in the summer of his 27th year,
coming home to a place he'd never been before. He left yesterday behind him you might say he was born again, might say he found a key for every door. When he first came to the mountains His life was far away on the road and hanging by a song. But the strings already broken and he doesn't really care, it keeps changin' fast, and it don't last for long. It's a Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullabye. Rocky Mountain High, ...in Colorado.... Rocky Mountain High. He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below, saw everything as far as you can see. And they say that he got crazy once and that he tried to touch the sun, and he lost a friend, but kept the memory. Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the stream, seeking grace in every step he takes, his sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand, the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake. And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply. Rocky Mountain High, ....in Colorado.... Rocky Mountain High. Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear, of the simple things he can not comprehend. Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more. More people, more scars upon the land. It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an Eagle fly Rocky mountain high It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain High, I've seen it raining fire in the sky. Friend around the camp fire and everybody's high.... Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High. John Denver-Rocky Mountain High |
Joe Walsh-Rocky Mountain Way
Spent the last year Rocky Mountain Way Couldn't get much higher Out to pasture Think it's safe to say Time to open fire And we don't need the ladies Crying 'cuz the storie's sad 'Cuz the Rocky Mountain Way Is better than the way we had Well he's tellin' us this And he's tellin' us that Changes it every day Say's it doesn't matter Bases are loaded and Casey's at bat Playin' it play by play Time to change the batter And we don't need the ladies Crying 'cuz the storie's sad, uh huh Rocky Moutain Way Is better than the way we had Hey, hey, hey, hey |
Sky Pilot
Eric Burdon And The Animals He blesses the boys as they stand in line The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine He's there to help them all that he can To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man Sky pilot, Sky pilot, How high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky. He smiles at the young soldiers Tells them it's all right He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight Soon there'll be blood and many will die Mothers and fathers back home they will cry Sky pilot, Sky pilot, How high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky. He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile The order is given They move down the line But he'll stay behind and he'll meditate But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate As the young men move out into the battle zone He feels good, with God you're never alone He feels tired and he lays on his bed Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said Sky pilot, Sky pilot, How high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky. You're soldiers of God, you must understand The fate of your country is in your young hands May God give you strength Do your job real well If it all was worth it Only time it will tell In the morning they return With tears in their eyes The stench of death drifts up to the skies A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot Remembers the words "Thou shalt not kill." Sky pilot, Sky pilot, How high can you fly? You'll never, never, never reach the sky. |
joe you bastard you..........still laughin' at that one.........nice find.
ngdawg and phil.......those two rocky mountain tunes kick ass........yes,even john denver!!!! and that sky pilot was a song sorta built for me How high can you fly? i'm goin' all the way to the damn top baby!!!!!!!! |
backatcha...hehe...
I Had Too Much To Dream (Last Night) The Electric Prunes Last night your shadow fell upon my lonely room I touched your golden hair and tasted your perfume Your eyes were filled with love the way they used to be Your gentle hand reached out to comfort me Then came the dawn And you were gone You were gone, gone, gone I had too much to dream last night Too much to dream I'm not ready to face the light I had too much to dream Last night Last night The room was empty as I staggered from my bed I could not bear the image racing through my head You were so real that I could feel your eagerness And when you raised your lips for me to kiss Came the dawn And you were gone You were gone, gone, gone [repeat chorus 2X] Oh, too much to dream Oh, too much to dream Too much to dream last night Oh, too much to dream [repeat to fade] |
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yup.......back at me sir phil. many images in my head bud...........this tune does hit a chord with me. you are awesome phil............thanx.:thumbsup: |
L. A. Woman
The Doors Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c’mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue Blues Into your blues, ohh, yeah I see your hair is burnin? Hills are filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar Drivin?down your freeways Midnite alleys roam Cops in cars, the topless bars Never saw a woman... So alone, so alone So alone, so alone Motel Money Murder Madness Let’s change the mood from glad to sadness It's the Mojo Risin It's the Mojo Risin It's the Mojo Risin It's the Mojo Risin Got to keep on risin? It's the Mojo Risin Mojo Risin? Mojo Risin? gotta Mojo Risin? Mojo Risin? gotta keep on risin? Risin? risin? Gone risin? risin? I’m gone risin? risin? I gotta risin? risin? Well, risin? risin? I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin? Woah, ohh yeah Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c’mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman, your my woman Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman L.A. L.A. Woman Woman L.A. Woman c’mon |
Do Ya Think I'm Sexy
Rod Stewart Sugar, sugar She sits alone waiting for suggestions He's so nervous avoiding all the questions His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know. If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on honey tell me so Tell me so baby He's acting shy looking for an answer Come on honey let's spend the night together Now hold on a minute before we go much further Give me a dime so I can phone my mother They catch a cab to his high rise apartment At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on honey tell me so If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know His heart's beating like a drum 'cos at last he's got this girl home Relax baby now we are alone They wake at dawn 'cos all the birds are singing Two total strangers but that ain't what they're thinking Outside it's cold, misty and it's raining They got each other neither one's complaining He say's I sorry but I'm out of milk and coffee Never mind sugar we can watch the early movie If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on honey tell me so If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you really, really, really, really need me just let me know Just reach out and touch me If you really want me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you really need me just reach out and touch me come on sugar let me know If you, if you, if you really need me just come on and tell me so |
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"Where ya goin in such a rush Fly?"
"Sorry, but I gotta scoot, my main man is commin by, an we gonna make a 'run'. Hope he's drivin his invisible car today." [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v460/unoaman/ub8.jpg[/IMG] |
wobbly pops for all you guys......... :thumbsup:
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Journey To The Center Of The Mind
The Amboy Dukes Leave your cares behind Come with us and find The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind Chorus: Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take a ride to the land inside of your mind Beyond the seas of thought Beyond the realm of what Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not [repeat chorus] But please realise You'll probably be surprised For it's the land unknown to man Where fantasy is fact So if you can, please understand You might not come back [repeat chorus] How happy life could be If all of mankind Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Center of the mind (echo: the mind, the mind |
Yeah uncle phil......Terrible Ted Nugent....is the fly worthy?
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pj?...terrible?...that's a classic!
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Gonzo rules guys.............i love that song phil.........good stuff
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Well. Ok fly, if you say so
Ted Nugent Wang Dang Sweet Poontang That Nadine, what a teenage queen She lookin' so clean, especi'lly down in between; what I like She come to town; she be foolin' around a puttin' me down as a rock-and-roll clown It's all right Wang Dang Sweet Poontang Wang dang, what a sweet poontang a shakin' my thang as a rang-a-dang-dang in the bell She's so sweet when she yanks on my meat Down on the street you know she can't be beat What the hell Wang Dang Sweet Poontang |
Gimme Three Steps
Lynyrd Skynyrd I was cutting the rug Down at a place called the jug With a girl named linda lu When in walked a man With a gun in his hand And he was looking for you know who. He said, ’hey there fellow, With the hair colored yellow, Watcha tryin’ to prove? ’cause that’s my woman there And I’m a man who cares And this might be all for you.’ I was scared and fearing for my life. I was shakin’ like a leaf on a tree. ’cause he was lean, mean, Big and bad, lord, Pointin’ that gun at me. I said, ’wait a minute, mister, I didn’t even kiss her. Don’t want no trouble with you. And I know you don’t owe me But I wish you’d let me Ask one favor from you.’ (chorus) ’won’t you give me three steps, Gimme three steps mister, Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps Gimme three steps mister, And you’ll never see me no more.’ Well the crowd cleared away And I began to pray As the water fell on the floor. And I’m telling you son, Well, it ain’t no fun Staring straight down a forty-four. Well he turned and screamed at linda lu And that’s the break I was looking for. And you could hear me screaming a mile away As I was headed out towards the door. (chorus) |
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"White Rabbit"
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small, And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all. Go ask flyman When he's ten feet tall. And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall, Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call. Call flyman When he was just small. When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low. Go ask flyman I think he'll know. When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead, And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head" |
freakin' beautiful joe.........
go ask flyman.........bwaahahhhahahaaa......... |
damn...didn't i post the real thing a few pages ago? pj, you're plagiarizing...or something...
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hey, fly, sing this to your buddy the squirrel...
DEAD SKUNK Loudon Wainwright III Crossin' the highway late last night He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right He didn't see the station wagon car The skunk got squashed and there you are! You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! Take a whiff on me, that ain't no rose! Roll up yer window and hold yer nose You don't have to look and you don't have to see 'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon! You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! C'mon stink! You got it! It's dead, it's in the middle Dead skunk in the middle! Dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high heaven! All over the road, technicolor man! Oh, you got pollution It's dead, it's in the middle And it's stinkin' to high, high Heaven! |
hell phil..........i love that song......
*bastard ass skwerlz anyways.........* i can see in technicolour by the way..........must be the doobers eh.......? |
Start Me Up
The Rolling Stones If you start me up If you start me up I'll never stop If you start me up If you start me up I'll never stop I've been running hot You got me ticking gonna blow my top If you start me up If you start me up I'll never stop You make a grown man cry Spread out the oil, the gasoline I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine Start it up If you start it up Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got I can't compete with the riders in the other heats If you rough it up If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up Don't make a grown man cry My eyes dilate, my lips go green My hands are greasy She's a mean, mean machine Start it up If start me up Give it all you got You got to never, never, never stop Never, never Slide it up You make a grown man cry Ride like the wind at double speed I'll take you places that you've never, never seen Start it up Love the day when we will never stop, never stop Never stop, never stop Tough me up Never stop, never stop, never stop You, you, you make a grown man cry You, you make a dead man cum You, you make a dead man cum |
BOB SEGER & THE SILVER BULLET BAND LYRICS
The Fire Down Below Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine Here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time There go the street lights bringin on the night Here come the men faces hidden from the light All through the shadows they come and they go With only one thing in common They got the fire down below Here comes the rich man in his big long limousine Here comes the poor man all you got to have is green Here comes the banker and the lawyer and the cop One thing for certain it ain't never gonna stop When it all gets too heavy That's when they come and go With only one thing in common They got the fire down below It happens out in Vegas happens in Moline On the blue blood streets of Boston Up in Berkeley and out in Queens And it went on yesterday and it's going on tonight Somewhere there's somebody ain't treatin' somebody right And he's looking out for Rosie and she's looking mighty fine And he's walking the streets for Nancy And he'll find her everytime When the street light flicker bringing on the night Well they'll be slipping into darkness slipping out of sight All through the midnight Watch 'em come and watch 'em go With only one thing in common They got the fire down below Copyright 1998 - 2004 Lerenti.com . All Rights Reserved |
damn ng.........i've been eatin' all different kinds of peppers lately.....and that song soooooo rings true..........
same as johnny cash's ring of fire........... ....but i can't stop eatin' them....... ......."and it burns,burns,burns....that ring of fire..." |
That was just WAY more information than we needed..... :rolleyes:
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Life's Been Good
Joe Walsh I have a mansion but forget the price Ain't never been there, they tell me its nice I live in hotels, tear out the walls I have accountants pay for it all They say I'm crazy but I have a have a good time I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime Life's been good to me so far My Maseratti does one-eighty-five I lost my license, now I dont drive I have a limo, ride in the back I lock the doors in case I'm attacked I'm making records, my fans they can't wait They write me letters, tell me I'm great So I got me an office, gold records on the wall Just leave a message, maybe I'll call Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through I cant complain but sometimes I still do Life's been good to me so far I go to parties sometimes until four It's hard to leave when you can't find the door It's tough to handle this fortune and fame Everybody's so different, I haven't changed They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time I keep on goin' guess I'll never know why Life's been good to me so far |
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1. Balls To The Wall
Too many slaves in this world One by torture and pain Too many people do not see They're killing themselves - going insane Too many people do not know Bondage in over the human race They believe slaves always lose And this fear keeps them down Watch the damned (God bless ya) They're gonna break their chains You can't stop them (God bless ya) They're coming to get you and then You'll get your balls to the wall, man Balls to the wall You'll get your balls to the wall, man Balls to the wall - balls to the wall You may screw their brains You may sacrifice them, too You may mortify their flesh You may rape them all One day the tortured stand up And revolt against the evil They make you drink you blood And tear yourself to pieces You better watch the damned (God bless ya) They're gonna break their chains You can't stop them (God bless ya) They're coming to get you and then You'll get your balls to the wall, man Balls to the wall You'll get your balls to the wall, man Balls to the wall - balls to the wall Come on man, let's stand up all over the world Let's plug a bomb in everyone's arse If they don't keep us alive - we're gonna fight for the right Build a wall with the bodies of the dead - and you're saved Make the world scared - come on, show me the sign of victory Sign of victory - sign of victory You better watch the damned (God bless ya) They're gonna break their chains You can't stop them (God bless ya) They're coming to get you and then You'll get your balls to the wall, man Balls to the wall You'll get your balls to the wall, man Balls to the wall |
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yessirree bob........Swilly McSwill here.........
mmmmmmmm...........beer........ |
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