Hope there's someone Who'll set my heart free Nice to hold when I'm tired
There's a ghost on the horizon When I go to bed How can I fall asleep at night How will I rest my head
Oh I'm scared of the middle place Between light and nowhere I don't want to be the one Left in there, left in there
There's a man on the horizon Wish that I'd go to bed If I fall to his feet tonight Will allow rest my head
So here's hoping I will not drown Or paralyze in light And godsend I don't want to go To the seal's watershed
Hope there's someone Who'll take care of me When I die, Will I go
Hope there's someone Who'll set my heart free Nice to hold when I'm tired
By Anthony and the Johnsons.
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I slumber
I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can’t understand just what does he say?
I’m on a mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican - whoah - radio
I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende, it’s a riddle
I’m on a mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
I’m on a mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I’d take requests on the telephone
I’m on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from south of the border
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can’t understand just what does he say?
I’m on a mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
I’m on a mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
Radio radio... Radio radio... Radio radio...
I’m on a mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
I’m on a mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio
Radio radio... What does he say ?
“Only time will tell if we’ll stand the test of time” - Van Hagar.
“Snot is running down his nose......”
I’ve flown around the world in a plane
I’ve settled revolutions in Spain
and The North Pole I have charted
still I can’t get started with you.
On the golf course, I’m under par
and Metro goldwyn has asked me to star
I’ve got a house, a showcase
still I can’t get no place with you.
‘cause you’re so supreme
lyrics I write of you,
I dream, dream night and day of you
and I scheme just for one sight of you.
Baby, what good does it do?
I’ve been consulted by Franklin D,
and Greta Garbo has had me to tea,
still I’m broken hearted
cause I can’t get started with you.
Gershwin/Duke
y’all sing
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook’s
Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London
He’s the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He’ll rip your lungs out, Jim
I’d like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London
Draw blood
Warren Zevon
Garden of Love - Benny Hill
The sun and the rain fell from up above
And landed on the earth below
In my garden of love
Now there’s a rose for the way my spirits rose when we met
A forget-me-not to remind me to remember not to forget
A pine tree for the way I pined over you
And an ash for the day I ashed you to be true
(Chorus) And the sun….
Now there’s a palm tree that we planted when we had our first date
A turnip for the way you always used to turnip late
Your mother and your cousin, Chris, they often used to come
So, in their honour, I have raised a nice chris-an’-the-mum
(Chorus) And the sun….
Now there’s a beetroot for the day you said that you’d beetroot to me
A sweet pea for the sweet way you always smiled at me
But you had friends who needed you
There was Ferdy, there was Liza
So, just for them, I put down a load of ferdy-liza
(Chorus) And the sun….
But Gus the gardener’s left now and you went with him, too
The fungus there reminds me of the fun Gus is having with you
Now the rockery’s a mockery, with weeds it’s overgrown
The fuchsia’s gone, I couldn’t face the fuchsia all alone
And my tears fell like raindrops from the sky above
And poisoned all the flowers in my garden of love
I stroke it to the east
And I stroke it to the west
And I stroke it to the woman that I love the best
I be strokin´
´Clarence Carter, Clarence Carter, Clarence Carter Clarence Carter, ooooh $$$$, Clarence Carter´
I can't really post the rest...
TIME STAND STILL
I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath,
Before I start off again
Driven on,
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I’d like to pause,
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim —
Who learns to transcend —
Learns to live
As if each step was the end
(Time stand still)
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away...Experience slips away...
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes,
Let my defenses down —
All those wounds
That I can’t get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause —
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain,
Whose ship runs aground —
I can wait until the tide
Comes around
(Time stand still)
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away...The innocence slips away...
Time stand still
(musical interlude)
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stand still
Summer’s going fast —
Night’s growing colder
Children growing up —
Old friends growing older
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away...Experience slips away...
Experience slips away...
(words by Neil Peart, music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson, parts in parentheses sung by Aimee Mann)
From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
As Anthony said to Cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :
Oh, I say :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Choctaw Bingo
Strap them kids in
Give ‘em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke
We’re going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years
It’s up at uncle Slayton’s cause he’s getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he’s still pretty spry
He’s not much on talking and he’s just too mean to die
And they’ll be comin’ down from Kansas
and from west Arkansas
It’ll be one great big old party like you never saw
Uncle Slayton’s got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He’s got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey ‘cause he still knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won’t say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol’ blue cat on a driftin’ jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don’t sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don’t sell
You know he likes his money he don’t mind the smel
lMy cousin Roscoe Slayton’s oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois
He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma’s people
Where they do things different
Thought he’d just come on down
He was going to Dallas Texas in a semi truck called from that big McDonald’s
You know the one they built up on that great big ol’ bridge
Across the Will Rogers Turnpike
Took the Big Cabin exit stopped and bought a couple of cartons of cigarettes
At that Indian Smoke Shop with the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass
Roscoe tried to miss ‘em but he didn’t quiteBob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years running
But he says they won’t be this year no they won’t be this year
And he stopped off in Tushka at that “Pop’s Knife and Gun” place
Bought a SKS rifle and a couple a full cases of that steel core ammo
With the berdan primers from some East bloc nation that no longer needs ‘em
And a Desert Eagle that’s one great big ol’ pistol
I mean .50 caliber made by badass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR of Slayton’s
Soon as it gets dark we’re gonna have us a time
We’re gonna have us a timeRuth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs
That’s one hell raisin’ town way up in Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
That’s got them Rolling Stones lips up there where everyone can see ‘em
And they burn all night you know they burn all night you know they burn all night
Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches and those skinny little halters
And they’re second cousins to me
Man I don’t care I want to get between ‘em
With a great big ol’ hard on like a old bois d’ arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gait from
Do some twisted sisters ‘til the cows come home
And we’d be havin’ us a time
Uncle Slayton’s got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He’s cut that corner pasture into acre lots`
He sells ‘em owner financed
Strictly to them that’s got no kind of credit ‘Cause he knows they’re slackers
When they miss that payment
Then he takes it back
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
Drinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69
We’re gonna strap them kids in give ‘em a little bit o’ Benadryl
And a cherry coke we’re goin’ to Oklahoma Gonna have us a time
JAMES MCMURTRY
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Feelings, nothing more than feelings,
trying to forget my feelings of love.
Teardrops rolling down on my face,
trying to forget my feelings of love.
Feelings, for all my life I’ll feel it.
I wish I’ve never met you, girl; you’ll never come again.
Feelings, wo-o-o feelings,
“New Routine”
Fountains of Wayne
Two men sit in the corner of a diner
Both of them look quite a bit like Carl Reiner
One of them is smoking even though the sign says not to
The waitress says to stop, he says sorry but I’ve got to
They tell each other jokes that they both know that they both know
They talk about real estate, prostates, Costco
And when they finish up they leave a twenty on the table
The waitress picks it up with their half-eaten bagels
And when her shift is over she goes back to Mineola
Sits on the couch, opens up a diet cola and says
I’m so, I’m so sick of this place I’m so ready for a change of pace
I’m just looking for a new routine
So she spins her globe and the next thing you know
She’s living in Liechtenstein
She doesn’t speak German, only high school Spanish
But within a few weeks she discovers she can manage
But there’s not much going on except for banking and skiing
So she breaks up with the man that she just started seeing
He drops her at the airport in a diesel Mercedes
Thinks to himself I’m so feeble with the ladies and I
I’m so, I’m so sick of this place
I’m so ready for a change of pace
I’m just looking for a new routine
So he grabs his cap
Throws a dart at a map
And now he’s living in Bowling Green
He talks his way into
A job at La Quinta
Falls for the manager
Who’s moving back to Canada
She’s tried Roanoke, Reykjavik, Rome
Says you’re really sweet but I just want to go home
Two men sit in the corner of a diner
One of them says I might take a trip to China
It’s one of those things we should do before we’re too old
Thanks but no thanks, bring me back an egg roll
Bring it back
Brian
Top marks for not trying
So I’d like you to bless us with your effortlessness
We’d wait for and so trained and comforted
And I wonder
Are you putting us under
‘Cos we can’t take our eyes off his t-shirt
And ties combination
Well see ya later Innovator!
Some want to kiss some want to kick you
There’s not a net you couldn’t slip through
Or at least that’s the impression I get
‘Cos you’re smooth and you’re wet
And she’s not aware yet, but she’s yours
She’ll be sayin’ “Use me”
Show me the Jacuzzi
I imagine that it’s there on a plate
you’re our rendevouz rate
Means you’ll never be frightnened
To make em wait for a while
I doubt it’s your style
Not to get what you set
Out to acquire
The eyes are on fire
You are the un-forcasted storm
Calm, Collected and Commanding
(Top marks for not trying)
You hit the other story standing
With your ambitions and jokes
I bet there’s hundreds of blokes
That have wept ‘cos you’ve stolen their...
Thunder
Are you putting us under
‘Cos we can’t take our eyes of his t-shirt
and ties combination
Well see ya later
Innovator
35 posts and no one has come up with one of the most popular songs ever-—
Nah, nah, nah,nahnahnahnah, nahnahnahnah, hey Jude...
Taxman
Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
’cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
’cause I’m the taxman, yeah I’m the taxman
If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet.
Don’t ask me what I want it for
If you don’t want to pay some more
’cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
’cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
And you’re working for no one but me
Whisper waves cloud the glass
Awake at last like a lover
It rushed around me talkin' sweet
Roll over, roll over, roll over
And in my ear he blew his name
It sounds so strange but I heard it plain
Mistral mistral wind
I have always held the wheel but
I let the wind steal my power
Spin me 'round lose my course
Nights run by like hours
Well, it would show me the way
To the deepest mountains
Too high and beautiful to be
Mistral, mistral wind
All the hours on the watch
I wait for that breeze to move me
And blow me back to that place
Magic space all through me
And I sigh your name
Across the empty water
You made a crazy dreamer out of me
Mistral, mistral, mistral, mistral,
Mistral, mistral
Bike
I’ve got a bike,
You can ride it if you like
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things
I’ve got a cloak it’s a bit of a joke
There’s a tear up the front it’s red and black
I’ve had it for months
If you think it could look good then I guess it should
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things
I know a mouse and he hasn’t got a house
I don’t know why I call him Gerald
He’s getting rather old but he’s a good mouse
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things
I’ve got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish, they’re on the dish
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things
I know a room of musical tunes
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork
Let’s go into the other room and make them work
Written by Syd Barrett