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Well this guitar is awesome and never out of tune And I play it for the people out underneath the moon And I lead 'em all to Jesus with the melody and chords Of a song that praises the Lord
-- Big Tent Revival "My Guitar"
Oi! Now that was an embarrassing memory...
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Standing on your mama's porch You told me it would last forever And when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life
Bryan Adams, "Summer of '69"
Good ol' Bryan. I'll never forget that song, though I've got mixed feelings about that.
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I didn't think POP was a song lyric so I when back to Bryan Adams. This is Rod Stewart.
You always said living with me was impossible Try it I said just like the wind I'm changeable We ain't got money but we sure got laughs lots of loving too So I confess on my behalf you're giving me honestly the best days of my life
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Eslaine... that was by the band M and it was actually called "Popmuzik" (If you're referring to the one that goes "New York, London, Paris, Munich, everybody talk about popmuzik.... pop, pop, popmuzik...")
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Sometimes I don't know what to think about the world When this guy is burnin' up in the street with gasoline And the flames show no mercy So when you really need someone to talk to you It doesn't always work like it's supposed to
But you can love yer brain Even if it slips down the drain Man, I'm not no drug addict But a person's gotta have something To keep him from going insane
Well, this man kills this other man Who's killed this other man, so it's okay And this fourteen year old's sittin' in the electric chair Smilin' and smokin' a cigarette So I guess I was right all along readin' Mad magazine
--Flaming Lips, "Love Yer Brain"
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Mephistopheles is not your name But I know what you're up to just the same I will listen hard to your tuition And you will see it come to its fruition
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Hey you're now thirsty Walking in the desert all alone Hey you're now searching Lost in isolation from your soul The bullets you bite From the pain you request You're finding harder to digest And the answers you seek Are the ones you destroy Your anger's well deployed
Hey why can't you listen Hey why can't you hear Hey why can't you listen As love screams everywhere
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In the locust wind Comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire See them burning crosses See the flames higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue
-U2, Bullet the Blue SkyPosts: 8504 | Registered: Aug 1999
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No, actually, I think I said that Bad was my favorite.... well, Mysterious Ways is my favorite U2 bellydance song. I bet you didn't know they made bellydance songs!
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Some people say a lie’s a lie’s a lie But I say why Why deny the obvious, child? Why deny the obvious, child?
And in remembering a road sign I am remembering a girl when I was young And we said these songs are true These days are ours These tears are free And hey The cross is in the ballpark The cross is in the ballpark
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O Annie the U2 ubergeek, answer me this: In the Best of 1990-2000 version of "Mysterious Ways," what is that line that's different from the album version? The album version goes "She's the wave, she turns the tide; she sees the man inside the child." But the other one goes "She's the wave, she turns the tide; (something something) and she knows why." I can't for the life of me figure out what Bono's singing.
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I'm really ashamed to admit this, JB, but I can't tell either, and my faultless sources have nothing to say about the newest B-side versions, only the live versions.
My best guess is, "She loves him.... she don't know why"
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Darling when I was your age I could do anything I could be a restless heart A social force Or just genuine And baby don't our dreams die hard In the ashes of destiny I wish that I could lay to rest The bitterness that keeps telling me
About another good lie Coming down like a freezing rain From a hot blue sky Another good lie Coming in like a crosstown hurricane on fire Another good lie Coming down on your Daddy's soul 'Til it made him old Another good lie Another good lie Another good lie
-- Mark Heard "Another Good Lie"
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she cracked, now now they call me, Mr. Bitterness she snapped, now now they call me Mr. Bitterness she gone gone gone
leaning up against the wall I will lash out dancing like a madman when you're gone I will spit the blue flame and hurl my glass against the wall And I hear your name coming out from the boom box I will hear your name called out from passing cars
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Let’s not twist again like we did last summer Let’s do something else; let’s have some real fun Let us continue to exploit and abuse one another It’s time to do Phase two of the funky western civilization
Politely kill the person on your right Kill the person to your left Kill everybody in sight Promenade and kill yourself
All of those babies died just as I suspected It’s an election year; it’s time to buy another gun (bang bang) I don’t know who’s drivin’ now, and I ain’t interested It’s true, honey, it’s all true There’s nothing you can do Except the funky western civilization
You gently kill the person on your right Kill the person to your left Kill everybody in sight Do-si-do and kill yourself
-- Tonio K. "The Funky Western Civilization, Phase II"
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Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me Gotta keep it movin' keep it groovin' with the energy Yeah, we talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk about it Talk about, talk about, talk about moovin'
Won't you take me to Funkytown? Won't you take me to Funkytown?
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The whole shack shimmies The whole shack shimmies when everybody's Movin around and around and around Everybody's movin, everybody's groovin baby! Folks linin up outside just to get down Everybody's movin, everybody's groovin baby Funky little shack! Funky little shack!
The B-52's, "Love Shack"
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When I die and they lay me to rest Gonna go to the place that's the best When I lay me down to die Goin' up to the spirit in the sky Goin' up to the spirit in the sky That's where I'm gonna go when I die When I die and they lay me to rest Gonna go to the place that's the best
Norman Greenbaum -- "Spirit In The Sky"
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Look me in the eye Then, tell me that I'm satisfied Are you satisfied? Look me in the eye Then, tell me that I'm satisfied Hey, are you satisfied?
And it goes so slowly on Everything I've ever wanted Tell me what's wrong
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And do you know Carolina where the biscuits are soft and sweet? These things go through your head when there's a man on your back And you're pushed flat on your stomach, it's not a classic Cadillac
Me, and a gun, and a man on my back But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this.
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Call me a silly girl, but I melt into a puddle of helpless goo every time I hear Dave sing that...
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He went deeper into black Deeper into white Could see the stars shining Like nails in the night He felt the healing Healing, healing Healing hands of love Like the stars shiny shiny From above
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you know the way that things go when whay you fight for starts to fall and in that fuzzy picture the writing stands out on the wall
send out the signals deep and loud
and in this place, and you reassure me with a touch, a smile--while the cradle's burning all the while the world is turning to noise oh the more that it's surrounding us the more that it destroys turn up the signal wipe out the noise
send out the signals deep and loud
man i'm losing sound and sight of all those who can tell me wrong from right when all things beautiful and bright sink in the night yet there's still something in my heart that can find a way to make a start to turn up the signal wipe out the noise
wipe out the noise....
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Show me something worse Than a child outside a church Begging with a cardboard box In a heartless town that hurts and mocks him And on a chair, anywhere I will sit down and cry, And close my eyes
Against the Christmas windows Here in Christmas town A young girl rests her tattered head And the festive lights shine down
And if she were a kitten Someone would take her home But we’ve no pity for our own kind Our hearts are stone Our eyes are blind
Show me something more Than the wolf at the door All the begging in the cold To keep the wolf from the fold
Show me something more Than the an honest girl turned thief or whore Under African sun or Dublin rain Necessities remain the same
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Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the TIME Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation in the English way The TIME is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
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Goin’ to the shopping mall, shopping mall gonna see myself in one and all gonna come away so mighty disappointed ain’t got enough money for everything I wanted
"America," Jeb Puryear(Donna the Buffalo)
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