Hype! Lyrics Thread

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  1. Gandalf Registered

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    Pearl Jam is awesome :up: I got into there stuff a few years back and I"m still a fan.
     
  2. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    Have you heard their latest single? I'm not feeling it. :(
     
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    I have yet to hear there new stuff, I may be fan but I usually find stuff through word of mouth or if I go to my local music shop...but I haven't been there in ages :down
     
  4. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    They are releasing their new CD soon. I think next month or May. I've only heard the new single once and didn't like it. Maybe it needs getting used to.
     
  5. Istari Wizard Registered

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    I guess for some musicians its just hard to keep releasing new albums to make it seem fresh and stuff I mean look at Metallica. There early work was just amazing now...eh :down
     
  6. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    I think they would've been better off sticking to their old formula.
     
  7. Cmill216 Senior Case Officer

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    Fort Minor - "Kenji"

    Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream
    I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means
    Close your eyes, just picture the scene
    As I paint it for you
    It was World War II when this man named Kenji woke up
    Ken was not a soldier
    He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA
    That day
    He crawled out of bed like he always did,
    Bacon and eggs with wife and kids
    He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran
    He moved to LA from Japan
    They called him "Immigrant"
    In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei"
    That meant "First Generation In The United States", when
    Everybody was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs
    But most of all afraid of a homeland attack
    And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat
    His world went black, 'cause,

    Right there; front page news
    Three weeks before 1942
    "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"
    Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
    Ken knew what it would lead to,
    Just like he guessed, the President said,
    "The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
    They gave Ken, a couple of days,
    To get his whole life packed in two bags,
    Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
    Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
    So two trash bags was all they gave them,
    When the kids asked mom "Where are we goin'?"
    Nobody even knew what to say to them,
    Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,
    So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,
    Where a lot of Japanese people are,"
    Stop it, don't look at the gunmen,
    You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
    If you gonna run or not,
    'Cause if you run then you might get shot,
    Other than that try not to think about it,
    Try not to worry 'bout it bein' so crowded,
    Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.

    So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
    Every day, every night look down at them,
    From watch towers up on the wall,
    Ken couldn't really hate them at all;
    They were just doin' their job and,
    He wasn't gonna make any problems,
    He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
    He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
    But in the back of his mind, he wanted his family's life saved,
    Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
    What for?

    Time passed in the prison town,
    He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
    The only way out was joinin' the army,
    And supposedly,
    Some men went out for the army, signed on,
    And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
    That 15 kiloton blast put an end to the war pretty fast,
    Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
    And Ken got out; big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
    But, when they got back to their home,
    What they saw made them feel so alone,
    These people had trashed every room,
    Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
    Written on the walls and the floor,
    "Japs not welcome anymore."
    And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
    He, looked at his wife without words to say,
    She looked back at him wiped the tears away,
    And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
    Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
    My family was locked up back in '42,
    My family was there when it was dark and damp,
    And they called it an internment camp.

     
  8. Eyes of A Stranger performed by Queensryche

    All alone now except for the memories
    Of what we had and what we knew
    Everytime I try to leave it behind me, I see something that reminds me of you
    Every night the dreams return to haunt me
    Your rosary wrapped around your throat
    I lie awake and sweat afraid to fall asleep at night
    I see your face looking back at me

    Looking back at me

    And I raise my head and stare
    Into the Eyes of a Stranger
    I've always known that the mirror never lies
    People always turn away from the Eyes of a Stranger
    Afraid to know what lies behind the stare

    Is this all that's left of my life before me?
    Straight jacket sedative highs
    No happy ending like they've always promised
    There's got to be something left for me

    And I raise my head and stare
    Into the Eyes of a Stranger
    I've always known that the mirror never lies
    People always turn away from the Eyes of a Stranger
    Afraid to know what lies behind the stare

    Lies behind my stare

    How many times must I live this tragedy?
    How many more lies will they tell me?
    All I want is the same as everyone

    Why am I here?
    And for how long?

    And I raise my head and stare
    Into the Eyes of a Stranger
    I've always known that the mirror never lies
    People always turn away from the Eyes of a Stranger
    Afraid to know what lies behind the stare
     
  9. Superman79 Superman79 Returns

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    One of the BEST songs to put you in a good mood ever!!! Crank it up with the windows down!! :up::up:
     
  10. Maxwell Smart Registered

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    Cocaine

    Hey mama come on the run, the cocaine got me on the sun
    cocaine, around the brain
    Hey babe please come soon, the cocaine got me on the moon
    cocaine, around the brain

    Woke up this morning about 2 am the cocaine got me on again
    Cocaine, around the brain

    I Woke up this morning it was half past two nobody here but cocaine and you
    cocaine, around the brain
    I woke up this morning it was half past three, nobody here but cocaine and me
    cocaine, around the brain

    Here comes a little lady all dressed in red, cocaine got her by the head
    cocaine, around the brain

    I woke up this morning half past four there was cocaine poundin up and down the floor
    cocaine, around the brain
    I woke up this morning half past five there was cocaine yellin' "dead or alive!"
    cocaine, around the brain

    Here come a little lady all dressed in green, prettiest woman i ever seen
    Cocaine, around the brain
    Well I walked up fifth, baby, turned down main, lookin for place that sold cocaine
    cocaine, around the brain
    There's a sign in the window "It ain't no joke, the sign on the counter said no more coke"
    Cocaine, around the brain

    Here comes a little lady dressed in blue, tell me baby what you gonna do
    cocaine, around the brain
    Here comes a little lady all dressed in white, tell me baby will you stay all night
    cocaine, around the brain

    I got a head full of whiskey, belly full of gin
    doctor say it kill me but he don't say when
    cocaine, around the brain

    hey baby come on the run, the cocaine got me on the sun
    cocaine, around the brain
    oh baby please come quick, cause cocaine got me whew so sick
    cocaine, all around the brain

    This is as performed by Tom Rush, but I think this version might actually have been written by Robert Johnson.
     
  11. Wilhelm-Scream Registered

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    HERE IS MY FAVORITE PART OF A QUEENSRYCHE SONG:

    oh, lame. No one includes the educational voice-over from "Empire" in the lyrics. :(
    Where the guy says "By way of comparison..." and lists all of these facts, figures and statistics about governmental spending.

    :down
     
  12. JLBats The boney king of nowhere

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    Salt Peanuts

    By Charlie Parker and Dizzie Gillespie

    Salt Peanuts
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  13. Wilhelm-Scream Registered

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    Th^t's like "Don't Sit Down" by David Bowie:

    Don't Sit Down
    Don't Sit Down

    Don't Sit Down
    Don't Sit Down

    Don't Sit Down
    Don't Sit Down
     
  14. Maxwell Smart Registered

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    This is another song performed by Tom Rush, but I don't know who wrote it

    Stackerlee

    Now you talk about your gamblers, ya oughta seen ol' Richard Lee
    he bet a thousand dollars boys, and come out on a three
    You lose your money, learn to lose

    Now Stackerlee and Billy was gambling late at night when Stackerlee and Billy Lyons they had an awful fight
    lose your money, learn to lose

    Stackerlee said to Billy "I can't let you go with that, you done won my money you can't have my stetson hat"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    Stackerlee went runnin', all up that northern track, he said "I ain't gonna kill ya but don't be here when I get back"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    Now Stackerlee came runnin', in the red hot broilin' sun, he said "reach down in the drawer Roberta and give me my 41"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    Stackerlee a come runnin' and he stood in the barroom door,
    There was ol' Billy Lyons pacin' up and down the floor
    Lose your money, learn to lose
    Lord, a woman come runnin' and she fell down on her knees,
    She was cryin' "ol mr.Stackerlee don't ya shoot my brother please"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    Now Stackerlee shot Billy, he shot him four five times, shot down the po'boy
    Just to see him die
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    Well the Judge he told the Sheriff, he said "get him dead or alive..but how the hell can we bring him in when he carries a 45?"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    And ol' Mrs.Lyons said "I don't believe it so, you and Billy been friends since such a very long time ago"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    Roberta said to Stackerlee "you look all outta breath, looks like you might been the cause of some po'boy's death"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    And Stackerlee said "Roberta, don't the sky look mean and gray? I believe to my soul, might be my judgement day"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    Stackerlee went up to heaven, and saw St.Peter there
    St.Peter said "go back the other way we don't allow no gamblers here"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    And Stackerlee said to the Devil, "get back up on your shelf, my name is Stackerlee and I'm gonna run this place myself"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    and the Devil's little children, they went scramblin' up the wall
    they said "Take him back, daddy, before he murders us all"
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    You talk about your gamblers, ya oughtta seen ol' Richard Lee
    He bet a thousand dollars, boys, and come out on a three
    Lose your money, learn to lose

    And if you lose your money, learn to lose


    Both this song and "Cocaine" are off a wonderful LP by Tom Rush called "Blues, Songs and Ballads". Here is another couple of songs off it I really like. This first one is called "Baby Please Don't Go".

    Baby Please Don't Go

    Now baby please don't go
    Baby please don't go
    Baby please don't go back, to New Orleans, know that'd hurt me so
    Baby please don't go

    Oh you know your man done gone
    Yes you know your man done gone
    Know your man done gone back to, county farm, got a long chain on
    Baby please don't go

    Now don't ya call my name
    Don't ya call my name
    Don't ya call my name, ya got, way down here, ball and chain
    Baby please don't go

    Ah you turn your lamp down low
    Now turn your lamp down low
    Turn your lamp down low and baby,
    please don't go, you know i love you so
    Baby please don't go

    Now, baby please don't go
    Baby please don't go
    Baby please don't go back, to New Orleans, know that'd hurt me so
    Baby please dont go(please don't go)

    That's just a short little song, but I like it.^

    Here's another called "Drop Down Mama":

    Drop Down Mama

    Now you drop down mama, let your daddy see
    you've got somethin' baby, keeps on worryin' me
    My mama don't allow me to fool around late at night
    She said "you may be too young, some woman might not treat you right"

    Well now, the Jack of Diamond told the Queen of Spade,
    "come on baby, start your creepin ways"
    But my mama don't allow me to fool around late at night,
    She said "you may be too young, some woman might not treat you right"

    You get away from my window, stop scratchin' on my screen
    You're an evil woman, I know just what you mean
    My mama don't allow me when I fool around all night long
    She said "you may be too young, some woman might treat you wrong"

    If you see me comin', throw your man outdoors
    I ain't no stranger, I been here before
    My mama don't allow me, to fool around late at night
    She said "ya may be too young, some woman might not treat you right"

    Well I got me three women, on the same old road
    One does my cookin', one my washin' and one pays my room and board
    My mama don't allow me, to fool around all night long
    She said "you may be too young, some woman might..she might treat ya wrong"

    Oh you can take my little woman, you sure can't keep her long
    I got a new way of lovin', New York men just can't catch on
    But my mama don't allow me to mess around all night long
    She said "You may be too young, some woman might not treat ya right"

    Now you drop down mama
    Let your daddy see
    You got somethin' babe keep on worryin' me
    But my mama don't allow me,
    to mess around late at night
    She said "you may be too young, some woman might not..she might..might now...treat you right"
     
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    Tombstone Blues

    Bob Dylan

    The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
    The city fathers they're trying to endorse
    The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
    But the town has no need to be nervous

    The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
    To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
    A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
    At the head of the chamber of commerce

    Mama's in the fact'ry
    She ain't got no shoes
    Daddy's in the alley
    He's lookin' for the fuse
    I'm in the streets
    With the tombstone blues

    The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
    Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
    Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
    Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"

    Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
    He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
    "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
    You will not die, it's not poison"

    Mama's in the fact'ry
    She ain't got no shoes
    Daddy's in the alley
    He's lookin' for the fuse
    I'm in the streets
    With the tombstone blues

    Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
    Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
    Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
    Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

    The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
    Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
    And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
    Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

    Mama's in the fact'ry
    She ain't got no shoes
    Daddy's in the alley
    He's lookin' for the fuse
    I'm in the streets
    With the tombstone blues

    The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
    Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
    Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
    Then sends them out to the jungle

    Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
    With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
    With a fantastic collection of stamps
    To win friends and influence his uncle

    Mama's in the fact'ry
    She ain't got no shoes
    Daddy's in the alley
    He's lookin' for the fuse
    I'm in the streets
    With the tombstone blues

    The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
    Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
    At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
    But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

    Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
    I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
    Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
    He could die happily ever after

    Mama's in the fact'ry
    She ain't got no shoes
    Daddy's in the alley
    He's lookin' for the fuse
    I'm in the streets
    With the tombstone blues

    Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
    Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
    And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
    To the old folks home and the college

    Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
    That could hold you dear lady from going insane
    That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
    Of your useless and pointless knowledge

    Mama's in the fact'ry
    She ain't got no shoes
    Daddy's in the alley
    He's lookin' for the fuse
    I'm in the streets
    With the tombstone blues
     
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    God Part II

    U2

    Don't believe the devil
    I don't believe his book
    But the truth is not the same
    Without the lies he made up

    Don't believe in excess
    Success is to give
    Don't believe in riches
    But you should see where I live
    I...I believe in love

    Don't believe in forced entry
    Don't believe in rape
    But every time she passes by
    Wild thoughts escape
    I don't believe in death row
    Skid row or the gangs
    Don't believe in the Uzi
    It just went off in my hand
    I...I believe in love

    Don't believe in cocaine
    Got a speed-ball in my head
    I could cut and crack you open
    Do you hear what I said
    Don't believe them when they tell me
    There ain't no cure
    The rich stay healthy
    The sick stay poor
    I...I believe in love

    Don't believe in Goldman
    His type like a curse
    Instant karma's going to get him
    If I don't get him first
    Don't believe in rock 'n' roll
    Can really change the world
    As it spins in revolution
    It spirals and turns
    I...I believe in love

    Don't believe in the 60's
    The golden age of pop
    You glorify the past
    When the future dries up
    Heard a singer on the radio late last night
    He says he's gonna kick the darkness
    'til it bleeds daylight
    I...I believe in love

    I feel like I'm falling
    Like I'm spinning on a wheel
    It always stops beside of me
    With a presence I can feel
    I...I believe in love
     
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    "Old Friends / Bookends" - Simon & Garfunkel

    Words & music by paul simon

    Old friends,
    Old friends
    Sat on their park bench
    Like bookends.
    A newspaper blown though the grass
    Falls on the round toes
    Of the high shoes
    Of the old friends.

    Old friends,
    Winter companions,
    The old men
    Lost in their overcoats,
    Waiting for the sunset.
    The sounds of the city,
    Sifting through trees,
    Settle like dust
    On the shoulders
    Of the old friends.

    Can you imagine us
    Years from today,
    Sharing a park bench quietly?
    How terribly strange
    To be seventy.
    Old friends,
    Memory brushes the same years
    Silently sharing the same fears

    Time it was and what a time it was it was,
    A time of innocence a time of confidences.

    Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
    Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you
     
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    "America" - Simon & Garfunkel

    "Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
    I've got some real estate here in my bag"
    So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
    And walked off to look for America

    "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
    "Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
    It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
    I've come to look for America

    Laughing on the bus
    Playing games with the faces
    She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
    I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"

    "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
    "We smoked the last one an hour ago"
    So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
    And the moon rose over an open field

    "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
    "I'm empty and aching and I don't know why"
    Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
    They've all come to look for America
    All come to look for America
    All come to look for America
     
  19. redmarvel Red, White and Buxom

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    (We're using this song as a theme in our department at the moment)

    Frantics Lyrics - Boot To The Head Lyrics

    PART I : THE LESSON


    MASTER: Approach student, close the circle at the feet of the master. You have come to me asking that I be your guide along the path of Tae Kwon Leap. But, be warned: To learn its ways, you must learn the ways of your own soul. Let us meditate on this wisdom now. So: Ohhhhmmmmm...

    EG: Uh, sir! Sir! (Oo!, Oo!) Sir!

    MASTER: Who disturbs our meditation, as a pebble disturbs the stillness of the pond?

    EG: Me! Ed Gruberman!

    MASTER: E-Ed Gruberman.

    EG: Yeah, uh, no disrespect or nuthin', but, uh, how long is this gonna take?

    MASTER: Tae Kwon Leap is not a path to a door, but a road leading forever towards the horizon.

    EG: So like, what, an hour or so?

    MASTER: No, no, we have not even begun upon the path. Ed Gruberman, you must learn patience.

    EG: Yeah yeah yeah, patience. How long will that take?

    MASTER: Time has no meaning. To a true student, a year is as a day.

    EG: A YEAR??? I wanna beat people up right now! I got the pajamas! Yah yah yah hwoom!

    MASTER: 'Beat people up'...

    EG: Yeah! Just show me all those nifty moves so I can start trashing bozos! That's all I came here for! YO ASTA STA STA!!! Pretty good, ey?

    MASTER: The only use of Tae Kwon Leap is self-defense. Do you know who said that? Ki Lo Ni, the great teacher.

    EG: Yeah? Well the best defense is a good offense, you know who said that? Mel, the cook on 'Alice'.

    MASTER: Tae Kwon Leap is the wine of purity, not the vinegar of
    hostility. Meditate upon this truth with us. Ohmmmmmm.....

    EG: Listen, shrimp! Now are you gonna show me some fancy moves, or am I gonna start wipin' the walls with you?

    MASTER: Ed Gruberman, you fail to grasp Tae Kwon Leap. Approach me that you might see.

    EG: All right! Finally some action!

    MASTER: Observe closely, class. Boot to the Head! (SH-ZOOMP!)

    EG (drunkenly): Owww! You booted me in the head!

    MASTER: You are lucky, Ed Gruberman. Few novices experience so much of Tae Kwon Leap so soon.

    EG (quietly, to himself): Ow, oh, my head!

    MASTER: Now we continue. Ohhhmmmmm...

    EG: Hey! I wasn't ready! Come and get me now shorty, hah? Come on, are ya chicken?

    MASTER: Boot to the head! (SH-ZOOMP!)

    EG (again, drunkenly): Oww! Okay, now I'm ready, okay, now, come on, try it now.

    MASTER: Boot to the head! (SH-ZOOMP!)

    EG: Mind if I just lie down here for a minute?

    MASTER: Now class, we shall return to our..

    STUDENT2: Master?

    MASTER: It is wrong to tip the vessel of knowledge, student.

    STUDENT2: Many apologies, master. But I feel Ed Gruberman is not wholly wrong.

    MASTER: What do you mean?

    STUDENT2: I want to boot some head, too.

    MASTER: Have you learned nothing from the lesson of Ed Gruberman?

    STUDENT2: Yes, master. I have learned two things. First, that anger is a weapon only to one's opponent.

    MASTER: Very good.

    STUDENT2: And secondly, get in the first shot. Boot to the head. (SH-ZOOMP!)

    MASTER: You missed.

    STUDENT2: Yeah. Well...

    MASTER: You too shall be honored to learn a lesson...

    STUDENT2: You don't have to, you know. I gotta be going...

    MASTER: Boot to the head! (SH-ZOOMP!)

    STUDENT2 (agonizing pain): Oyyy oy oyyyy.... Oh....

    MASTER: Can anyone tell us what lesson has been learned here?

    STUDENT3: Yes, master. Not a single one of us could defeat you.

    MASTER: You gain wisdom, child.

    STUDENT3: So we'll hafta gang up on ya! Get 'im guys!

    (Master throws many Boot-to-the-head's and SH-ZOOMP's, and people are groaning in pain)

    MASTER: And now class, let us rejoin the mind to the body and gaze into the heart of the candle of meditation.

    UNISON: Ohhhmmmm....

    MASTER: Very good, class.



    PART II : THE SONG


    Yi yi yai yi....

    People talking in movie shows,
    People smoking in bed!
    People voting Republican,
    Give them a boot to the head!

    Boot to the Head! Yah, yah...
    Boot to the Head! Yah, yah...
    Boot to the Head! Yah, yah...
    Boot to the Head! Yah yah yah.. yah. yah yah yah...

    Mechanics who can't fix a car,
    Politicians who can't think!
    The salesman who won't leave me alone,
    The waiter who forgot my drink!

    (Refrain)
    Boot to the head! Yah, yah..
    Boot to the head! Yah, yah..
    Boot to the head! Yah, yah..
    BOOT TO THE HEAD
     
  20. The Chairman Pimps' Main Prophet

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    "The Hurricane" - Bob Dylan

    Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
    Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
    She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
    Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
    Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
    The man the authorities came to blame
    For somethin' that he never done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
    And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
    "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
    "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
    I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
    "One of us had better call up the cops."
    And so Patty calls the cops
    And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
    In the hot New Jersey night.

    Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
    Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
    Number one contender for the middleweight crown
    Had no idea what kinda ***** was about to go down
    When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
    Just like the time before and the time before that.
    In Paterson that's just the way things go.
    If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
    'Less you wanna draw the heat.

    Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
    Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
    He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
    They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
    And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
    Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
    So they took him to the infirmary
    And though this man could hardly see
    They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

    Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
    Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
    The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
    Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
    Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
    The man the authorities came to blame
    For somethin' that he never done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
    Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
    While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
    And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
    "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
    "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
    "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
    "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
    "Don't forget that you are white."

    Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
    Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
    We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
    Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
    You'll be doin' society a favor.
    That sonofa***** is brave and gettin' braver.
    We want to put his ass in stir
    We want to pin this triple murder on him
    He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

    Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
    But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
    It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
    And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
    Up to some paradise
    Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
    And ride a horse along a trail.
    But then they took him to the jailhouse
    Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

    All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
    The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
    The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
    To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
    And to the black folks he was just a crazy n*gger.
    No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
    And though they could not produce the gun,
    The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
    And the all-white jury agreed.

    Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
    The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
    Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
    And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
    How can the life of such a man
    Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
    To see him obviously framed
    Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
    Where justice is a game.

    Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
    Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
    While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
    An innocent man in a living hell.
    That's the story of the Hurricane,
    But it won't be over till they clear his name
    And give him back the time he's done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.
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  21. Addendum Registered

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    Opeth - To Rid the Disease

    There's nobody here
    There's nobody near
    I try not to care
    Dead eyes always stare
    Let these matters be, don't trust what you see
    Take hold of your time, step into the line

    There's innocence torn from its maker
    Stillborn the trust in you
    This failure has made the creator
    So would you tell him what to do (would you)

    Leave your mark upon
    The head of someone
    Who'll cry for his state
    We know it's too late
    I turn round to see what was meant to be
    Faint movement release to rid the disease

    There's innocence torn from its maker
    Stillborn the trust in you
    (I have lost all trust I had in you)
    This failure has made the creator
    So would you tell him what to do
    (I have lost all trust I had in you)
     
  22. redmarvel Red, White and Buxom

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    The Pussy Cat Song by Connie Vannett


    My pussy cat was scratching out on my back door
    Scratched so long poor pussy got sore
    Sore pussy..ooohhhh
    Sore..pussy ooohhh
    Just a friendly little cat

    My pussy cat was sittin on the front step
    Sat so long poor pussy got wet
    Wet pussy...ohhhhh
    Sore, wet..pussy
    Just a friendly little cat

    My pussy cat was playing out on the back lot
    Played so long poor pussy got hot
    Hot pussy..ohhhh
    Sore, wet, hot...pussy..
    Just a friendly little cat

    My pussy cat was rocking in the rocking chair
    Rocked so long he lost his hair
    Bald pussy...ohhh
    Sore, wet, hot, bald...pussy
    Just a friendly little cat

    My neighbor and I out at the clothes line
    I said to my neighbor won't you look at mine
    My pussy..oohhhhhh
    Sore, wet, hot, bald pussy
    Just a friendly little cat

    My neighbor stole my kitty
    But I did see
    I said to my neighbor set my pussy free
    Free pussy
    Sore, wet, hot, bald, free pussy
    Just a friendly little cat
    Here kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
     
  23. redmarvel Red, White and Buxom

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    I've rewritten the words to some nursery songs to be more applicable to my life.

    To Twinkle Twinkle Little Star I've added another verse:

    Twinkle, twinkle little star,
    You're a sun shining from afar
    Your light's travelled through space and time
    Many years to reach these eyes of mine
    Twinkle, twinkle little star,
    Now I know just what you are.

    I've change the first verse of Toora loora lie

    Way back in Kilarney
    A long long time ago
    A mother sang a song to her child
    In tones so sweet and low
    Just a simple ditty
    In her good ol' Irish way
    Now children all around the world
    Can hear that song today
     

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