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The Guns Of Brixton
When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting in death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, Guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan BORN under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh-the guns of Brixton When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us And even shoot us But oh- the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game was survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton |
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Remote Control
Who needs remote control From the Civic Hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late It's so grey in London town With a panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock Where can we go now? Can't make a noise Can't get no gear Can't make no money Can't get outta here Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk! They had a meeting in Mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters And you don't count Can't make no progress Can't get ahead Can't stop the regress Don't wanna be dead Look out' those rules and regulations Who needs the Parliament Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the House of Lords Repression - gonna start on Tuesday Repression - gonna be a Dalek Repression - I am a robot Repression - I obey |
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The Mars Volta
The Widow He's got fasting black lungs Made of clove splintered shardes They're the kind that will talk Through a weezing of coughs And I hear him every night In every pore And every time he just makes me warm Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Must I hide? Cause I'll never Never sleep alone Look at how they flock to him From an isle of open sores He knows that the taste is such Such to die for And I hear him every night On every street The scales that do slither Deliver me from… Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Then I'll hide Cause I'll never Never sleep alone Oh lord Said I'm bloodshot for sure Pale runs the ghost Swollen on the shore Everynight in every pore The scales that do slither Deliver me from… Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Then I'll hide Cause I'll never Never sleep alone Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Let me die Cause I'll never Never sleep alone |
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Know Your Rights
This is a public service announcement With guitar Know your rights all three of them Number 1 You have the right not to be killed Murder is a CRIME! Unless it was done By a Policeman or aristocrat Know your rights And Number 2 You have the right to food money Providing of course you Don't mind a little Investigation, humiliation And if you cross your fingers Rehabilitation Know your rights These are your rights Wang Know these rights Number 3 You have the right to free speech As long as you're not Dumb enough to actually try it. Know your rights These are your rights Know your rights These are your rights All three of 'em And it has been suggested In some quarters that this is not enough! Well.............................. Get off the streets Run Get off the streets Run |
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ac/dc - big balls
I'm upper, upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small All the social papers say I've got the biggest balls of all I've got big balls I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls, And she's got big balls, But we've got the biggest balls of them all! And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody comes and comes again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got great balls of fire! I've got big balls I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls, And she's got big balls, But we've got the biggest balls of them all! Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure, They're the balls that I like best. And my balls are always bouncing, To the left and to the right. It's my belief that my big balls should be held every night. I've got big balls I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls, And she's got big balls, But we've got the biggest balls of them all! And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh, we have such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail Crabs Crayfish |
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Edited by
joyce420
on
Tue 07/29/08 05:26 PM
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EPITAPH
BY KING CRIMSON THE WALL ON WHICH THE PROPHETS WROTE IS CRACKING AT THE SEAMS, UPON THE INSTRUMENTS OF DEATH THE SUNLIGHT BRIGHTLY GLEAMS. WHEN EVERY MAN IS TORN APART WITH NIGHTMARES AND WITH DREAMS, WILL NO ONE LAY THE LAUREL WREATH AS SILENCE DROWNS THE SCREAMS BETWEEN THE IRON GATES OF FATE, THE SEEDS OF TIME WERE SOWN, AND WATERED BY THE DEEDS OF THOSE WHO KNEW AND WHO ARE KNOWN; KNOWLEDGE IS A DEADLY FRIEND WHEN NO ONE SETS THE RULES THE FATE OF ALL MANKIND I SEE IS IN THE HANDS OF FOOLS. CONFUSION WILL BE MY EPITAPH, AS I CRAWL A CRACKED AND BROKEN PATH IF WE MAKE IT WE CAN ALL SIT BACK AND LAUGH. BUT I FEAR TOMMOROW I'LL BE CRYING YES, I FEAR TOMMOROW I'LL BE CRYING. |
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nazareth - hair of the dog
Heart breaker soul shaker I've been told about you Steamroller midnight shoulder What they been saying' must be true Red hot mama Down light charmer Time's come to pay your dues Now you're messin' with a Son of a ***** Now your messin' with a Son of a ***** Now your messin' with a Son of a ***** Now your messin' with a Son of a ***** Talking jiving poison ivy You ain't gonna cling to me Man taker bone faker I ain't so blind I can't see Red hot mama Down light charmer Time's come to pay your dues Now you're messin' with a Son of a ***** Now your messin' with a Son of a ***** Now your messin' with a Son of a ***** Now your messin' with a Son of a ***** repeat chorus 3 times |
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heart - barracuda
So this ain't the end - I saw you again today Had to turn my heart away You smiled like the Sun - kisses for everyone and tales - it never fails! You lying so low in the weeds Bet you gonna ambush me You'd have me down on my knees Wouldn't you, Barracuda? Back over Time when we were all trying for free Met up with porpoise and me No right no wrong you're selling a Song - a name whisper game If the real thing don't do the trick You better make up something quick You gonna burn it out to the wick aren't you, Barracuda? "Sell me sell you" the porpoise said Dive down deep to save my head You... I think you got the blues too. All that night and all the next Swam without looking back Made for the western pools -silly fools! |
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ozzy osbourne (randy rhodes era, rip) - mr crowley
Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic You waited on Satan's call Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred manifest on this earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And they scattered the afterbirth Solo Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear maidens call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wall Epilogue: Was it polemically sent I wanna know what you meant I wanna know I wanna know what you meant |
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Say it to my face
Look me in the eyes And say what you have to say You know we can't erase These words before they bind And turn the final page Ah, here comes alone again Coz everything's broken everything's vacant everything's wasted time again Sentiments, hopeless Innocence, jaded everything's wasted time again And so we leave this stage And all our best written lines and all the acts we played so, say you want to leave and say we'd never have the way we always hope and we'd cry And say hello to alone again Coz everything's broken everything's vacant everything's wasted time again Sentiments, hopeless Innocence, jaded everything's wasted time again Someday we might find (someday we will find) some sacred place in time (yeah, in time) but until then all will share our dreams we left behind |
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judas priest - you've got another thing commin
One life I'm gonna live it up I'm takin' flight I said i'll never get enough Stand tall I'm young and kinda proud I'm on top as long as the music's loud If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by You're thinkin' like a fool cause it's a case of do or die Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had You think I'll let it go you're mad You've got another thing comin' That's right here's where the talkin' ends Well listen this night there'll be some action spent Drive hard I'm callin' all the shots I got an ace card comin' down on the rocks If you think I'll sit around while you chip away my brain Listen I ain't foolin' and you'd better think again Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had You think I'll let it go you're mad You got another thing comin In this world we're livin' in we have our share of sorrow Answer now is don't give in aim for a new tomorrow Oh so hot no time to take a rest yeah Act tough ain't room for second best Real strong got me some security Hey I'm a big smash I'm goin' for infinity yeah If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by You're thinkin' like a fool cause it's a case of do or die Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had You think I'll let it go you're mad You've got another thing comin' |
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Cemetary Gates
Reverend, Reverend, Is this a conspiracy? Crucified for no sins No revenge beneath me Lost within my plans for life It all seems so unreal I'm a man cut in half in this world Left in my misery The reverend he turned to me Without a tear in his eyes It's nothing new for him to see I didn't ask him why I will remember The love our souls had Sworn to make Now I watch the falling rain All my mind can see Now is your (face) Well I guess You took my youth I gave it all away Like the birth of a New-found joy This love would end in rage And when she died I couldn't cry The pride within my soul You left me incomplete All alone as the Memories now unfold. Believe the word I will unlock my door And pass the Cemetery gates Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder aloud If you're watching over me Some place far abound I must reverse my life I can't live in the past Then set my soul free Belong to me at last Through all those Complex years I thought I was alone I didn't care to look around And make this world my own And when she died I should've cried and spared myself some pain... Left me incomplete All alone as the memories still remain The way we were The chance to save my soul And my concern is now in vain Believe the word I will unlock my door And pass the cemetery gates |
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London Calling
London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared - and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls London calling, now don't look to us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holding out - and draw another breath London calling - and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no high Except for that one with the yellowy eyes The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin A nuclear era, but I have no fear Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin A nuclear era, but I have no fear Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river Now get this! London calling, yes, I was there, too An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile? London Calling I never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a... |
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Clampdown
1-2-3-4! Hey, hey! Ooh! "The kingdom is ransacked the jewels all taken back and the chopper descends they're hidden in the back with a message on a half-baked tape with the spool going round saying i'm back here in this place and i could cry and there's smoke you could click on" What are we gonna do now? Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? ’Cos working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! When we're working for the clampdown We will teach our twisted speech To the young believers We will train our blue-eyed men To be young believers The judge said five to ten but I say double that again I'm not working for the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can be working for the clampdown Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'you know that you can use it? The voices in your head are calling Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming Only a fool would think someone could save you The men at the factory are old and cunning You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal But, you grow up and you calm down and You're working for the clampdown You start wearing the blue and brown and You're working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You made your first kill now In these days of evil presidentes Working for the clampdown But lately one or two has fully paid their due For working for the clampdown Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! Working for the clampdown Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! Working for the clampdown Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg Working hard in Petersburg Working for the Clampdown Working for the Clampdown Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong Begging to be melted down Gitalong, gitalong Work Work And I give away no secrets – ha! Work More work Work Work |
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Edited by
DTHRomeo
on
Thu 07/31/08 01:05 PM
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Spanish Bombs
Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the ventana open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight Spanish bombs yo te quiero infinito yo te quiero oh mi corazon Spanish bombs yo te quiero infinito yo te quiero oh mi corazon Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud Spanish bombs yo te quiero infinito yo te quiero oh mi corazon Spanish bombs yo te quiero infinito yo te quiero oh mi corazon The hillsides ring with "Free the people" Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish bomb yo te quiero infinito yo te quiero oh mi corazon Spanish bombs yo te quiero infinito yo te quiero oh mi corazon Oh my corazon Oh my corazon Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon Oh mi corazon Oh mi corazon Oh mi corazon |
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Hate And War
Hate and war - the only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate...hate...hate... The hate of a nation A million miles from home An' get war from the junkies Who don't like my form I'm gonna stay in the city Even when the house fall down I don't dream of a holiday When hate an' war come around Hate and war - the only things we got today Hate and war...the only things I have no will to survive I cheat if I can't win If someone locks me out I kick my way back in An' if I get aggression I give it two time back Every day it's just the same With hate an' war on my back Hate and war - I hate Englishmen Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate all the cops Hate and war I wanna walk down any street Hate and war Looking like a creep Hate and war I don't care if I get beat up Hate and war By any Kebab Greek |
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Will The Sun Ever Shine Again
Rain is pourin' down like the heavens are hurtin'. Seems like it's been dark since the devil knows when. How do you go on, never knowin' for certain, Will the sun ever shine again? Fells like it's been years since it started to thunder. Clouds are campin' out in the valley and glen. How do you go on, when you can't help but wonder. Will the sun ever shine again? What if the rain keeps fallin'? What if the sky stays gray? What if the wind keeps squallin', And never go away? Maybe the soon the storm will be tired of blowin'. Maybe soon it all will be over, amen. How do you go on, if there's no way of knowin'? Will the sun ever shine? Wish I could say. Send me a sign- One little ray. Lord, if you're list'nin', how long until then? Will the sun ever shine again? |
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Metallica - welcome home (sanitarium)
Welcome to where time stands still no one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change just labeled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, No windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred Sleep my friend and you will see that dream is my reality They keep me locked up in this cage can't they see it's why my brain says Rage Sanitarium, leave me be Sanitarium, just leave me alone Build my fear of what's out there and cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain assuring me that I'm insane They think our heads are in their hands but violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well he's getting better, can't you tell? No more can they keep us in Listen, damn it, we will win They see it right, they see it well but they think this saves us from our Hell Sanitarium, leave me be Sanitarium, just leave me alone Sanitarium, just leave me alone Fear of living on natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it's such a friendly word seems the only way for reaching out again. |
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Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner-Iron Maiden Hear the rime of the ancient mariner See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea. And the music plays on, as the bride passes by Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale. Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the albatross Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings. And the ship sails on, back to the North Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on. The mariner kills the bird of good omen His shipmates cry against what he's done But when the fog clears, they justify him And make themselves a part of the crime. Sailing on and on and north across the sea Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm. The albatross begins with its vengeance A terrible curse a thirst has begun His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung. And the curse goes on and on at sea And the verse goes on and on for them and me. "Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink." There calls the mariner There comes a ship over the line But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide. See...onward she comes Onward she nears out of the sun See, she has no crew She has no life, wait but there's two. Death and she Life in Death, They throw their dice for the crew She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now. Then...crew one by one they drop down dead, two hundred men She...she, Life in Death. She lets him live, her chosen one. "One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh each turned his face with a ghastly pang and cursed me with his eye four times fifty living men (and I heard nor sigh nor groan) with heavy thump, a lifeless lump, they dropped down one by one." The curse it lives on in their eyes The mariner he wished he'd die Along with the sea creatures But they lived on, so did he. And by the light of the moon He prays for their beauty not doom With heart he blesses them God's creatures all of them too. Then the spell starts to break The albatross falls from his neck Sinks down like lead into the sea Then down in falls comes the rain. Hear the groans of the long dead seamen See them stir and they start to rise Bodies lifted by good spirits None of them speak and they're lifelesss in their eyes And revenge is still sought, penance starts again Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on. Now the curse is finally lifted And the mariner sights his home spirits go from the long dead bodies Form their own light and the mariner's left alone. And then a boat came sailing towards him It was a joy he could not believe The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit, Penance of life will fall onto him. And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins. The mariner's bound to tell of his story To tell this tale wherever he goes To teach God's word by his own example That we must love all things that God made. And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man And the tale goes on and on and on. |
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Argument then War-DRI Argument then war Even the score Retaliate, revenge The will to win Man can't be wrong Man can never get along Man wants to fight Man wants to be right Man wants to kill Man will Argument then war Even the score Retaliate, revenge The will to win Man can't be wrong Man can never get along Man lives in the past Civilized trash Man hates himself Poisons himself He is his own disease Committing slow suicide |
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