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  • Neil-Young - Harvest Moon

    Come a little bit closer
    Hear what I have to say
    Just like children sleepin’
    We could dream this night away.

    But there’s a full moon risin’
    Let’s go dancin’ in the light
    We know where the music’s playin’
    Let’s go out and feel the night.

    Because I’m still in love with you
    I want to see you dance again
    Because I’m still in love with you
    On this harvest moon.

    When we were strangers
    I watched you from afar
    When we were lovers
    I loved you with all my heart.

    But now it’s gettin’ late
    And the moon is climbin’ high
    I want to celebrate
    See it shinin’ in your eye.

    Because I’m still in love with you
    I want to see you dance again
    Because I’m still in love with you
    On this harvest moon.
    "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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    • Happy Valentine's Day Everybody!

      Billy Bragg: Valentine’s Day is Over

      Some day boy you’ll reap what you’ve sown
      You’ll catch a cold and you’ll be on your own
      And you will see that what’s wrong with me
      Is wrong with everyone that
      You want to play your little games on

      Poetry and flowers pretty words and threats
      You’ve gone to the dogs again and I’m not placing bets
      On you coming home tonight anything but blind
      If you take me for granted then you must expect to find
      Surprise, surprise

      Valentine’s day is over, it’s over
      Valentine’s day is over

      If you want to talk about it well you know where the phone is
      Don’t come round reminding me again how brittle bone is
      God didn’t make you an angel the devil made you a man
      That brutality and economy are related now I understand
      When will you realise that as above so below there is no love

      For the girl with the hour glass figure
      Time runs out very fast
      We used to want the same things but that’s all in the past
      And lately it seems that as it all gets tougher
      Your ideal of justice just becomes rougher and rougher

      Thank you for the things you bought me thank you for the card
      Thank you for the things you taught me when you hit me hard
      That love between two people must be based on understanding
      Until that’s true you’ll find your things
      All stacked out on the landing, surprise, surprise


      Track Title: Love For Sale
      Album Title: Cole Porter Songbook, disc 2
      Prime Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
      Producer: Norman Granz
      Written by: Cole Porter (C. Albert P.)
      From the Show: The New Yorkers 1930 (S)

      Lyrics:

      When the only sound in the empty street,
      Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
      That belong to a lonesome cop
      I open shop.

      When the moon so long has been gazing down
      On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
      That her smile becomes a smirk,
      I go to work.
      Love for sale.

      Advertising young love for sale.
      Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,
      Love that's only slightly soiled,
      Love for sale.

      Who will buy?
      Who would like to sample my supply?
      Who's prepared to pay the price,
      For a trip to paradise?
      Love for sale.

      Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way,
      I know every type of love
      Better far than they.
      If you want the thrill of love,
      I've been through the mill of love;
      Old love, new love,
      Every love but true love,
      Love for sale.

      Advertising young love for sale.
      If you want to buy my wares,
      Follow me and climb the stairs,
      Love for sale.
      Love for sale.


      Goldfrapp: Strict Machine

      I get high on a buzz
      Then a rush when I'm plugged in you
      I connect
      When I'm flush
      You get love when told what to do

      Wonderful electric
      Wonderful electric
      Wonderful electric
      Cover me in you

      I'm in love, I'm in love
      I'm in love with a strict machine

      I'm in love, I'm in love
      I'm in love with a strict machine

      When you send me a pulse
      Feel a wave of new love
      Through me
      I'm dressed in white noise
      You know just what I want
      So please

      Wonderful electric
      Wonderful electric
      Wonderful electric
      Cover me in you

      I'm in love, I'm in love
      I'm in love with a strict machine

      I'm in love, I'm in love
      I'm in love with a strict machine ...

      Album: Black Cherry (2003) Lyrics
      Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

      ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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      • For Che

        Havana Moon
        Santana


        Chant...


        Me all alone
        Jug of rum
        Me stand and wait for the boat to come
        Is lonely night is quiet the dark
        The boat she late it's 12 o' clock
        Me watches the tide easin' in
        Is low the moon and high the wind


        Havana Moon
        Havana Moon


        Me all alone
        Me open the rum
        Is long the wait for the boat to come
        American girl come back to me
        Sail way across the sea
        We dock in New York the buildings high
        We find a home up in the sky


        Havana Moon...
        Havana Moon...


        Me still alone me drinkin' the rum
        Begin to think that the boat no come
        American girl she tell a lie
        She say till then, but she mean goodbye


        Havana Moon...
        Havana Moon...


        Me lay down alone, no good the rum
        Me fall asleep and the boat she come
        The girl she look till come the dawn
        She weep and she cry
        Return for home
        The whistle blow me open my eyes
        Bright the sun blue the sky
        Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run
        Me see the boat head for horizon
        Havana Moon is gone da rum
        The boat she sail me love she gone


        Havana Moon...
        Havana Moon...
        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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        • American Soldier
          Toby Keith


          I’m just tryin’ to be a father, raise a daughter and a son
          Be a lover to their mother, everythin’ to everyone
          Up and at ‘em bright and early, I’m all business in my suit
          Yeah I’m dressed up for success, from my head down to my boots
          I don’t do it for money, there’s bills I that I can’t pay
          I don’t do it for the glory, I just do it anyway
          Providing for our future’s, my responsibility
          Yeah I’m real good under pressure, being all that I can be
          And I can’t call in sick on Mondays when the weekend’s been too strong
          I just work straight through the holidays, and sometimes all night long
          You can bet that I stand ready, when the wolf growls at the door
          Hey I’m solid, hey I’m steady, hey I’m true down to the core.

          And I will always do my duty no matter what the price
          I’ve counted up the cost, I know the sacrifice
          Oh and I don’t want to die for you, but if dyin’s asked of me
          I’ll bear that cross with honor, cause freedom don’t come free.

          I’m an American Soldier an American
          Beside my brothers and my sisters, I will proudly take a stand
          When liberty’s in jeopardy, I will always do what’s right

          I’m out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight
          American Soldier, I’m and American, Soldier.

          An American Soldier an American
          Beside my brothers and my sisters, I will proudly take a stand
          When liberty’s in jeopardy, I will always do what’s right
          I’m out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight
          American Soldier, I’m and American, an American, an American, Soldier.
          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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          • Bad to the Bone

            By RUNNING WILD

            Sixty years ago with the world at war
            Lands bloodied - devastated
            Better believe they're back for more
            Pounding the world with a fist of steel
            Jack booted, heavy handed
            Careless of the pain we feel

            Bastards - throwing life away
            Killers - Alive today

            Don't tell no lies
            I see through your eyes
            You're bad to the bone

            Don't tell no lies
            You can't hear the cries
            Because you're bad to the bone

            Times have changed but he don't know
            Zoot suit, black tie
            Careless that the lies are low
            One for all and all for one
            Talking smooth - hidden truth
            Time bomb ticking just begun

            Standing alone for the world to see
            Non-starter - push harder
            He still believes his time will come
            Small wonder - old thunder
            Can't he see that he's wrong

            Bastards - throwing life away
            Killers - Alive today

            Don't tell no lies
            I see through your eyes
            You're bad to the bone

            Don't tell no lies
            You can't hear the cries
            Because you're bad to the bone
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            • Re: For Che

              That's assuming I ever read any of these threads, which I don't. Except this page in this thread, once.

              Coincidence or?
              Christianity: The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree...

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              • That's certainly your loss.
                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                • SlowwHand!

                  More cheesy patriot songs, please!
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                  • Two For Tuesday; Tom Petty

                    And Curt, go **** yourself. It's all you'll get.


                    Runnin' Down A Dream

                    It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
                    I had the radio on, I was drivin'
                    trees flew by, me and Del were singin little Runaway
                    I was flyin'

                    Chorus:
                    Yeah runnin' down a dream
                    that never would come to me
                    workin' on a mystery, goin wherever it leads
                    runnin' down a dream

                    I felt so good like anything was possible
                    hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes
                    the last three days the rain was un-stoppable
                    it was always cold, no sunshine

                    Chorus

                    I rolled on; the sky grew dark
                    I put the pedal down to make some time
                    there's something good waiting down this road
                    I'm pickin up whatever is mine

                    Chorus

                    Chorus

                    *************************************

                    Free Fallin'


                    She's a good girl, loves her mama
                    Loves Jesus and America too
                    She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
                    Loves horses and her boyfriend too

                    It's a long day living in Reseda
                    There's a freeway runnin' through the yard
                    And I'm a bad boy cos I don't even miss her
                    I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart

                    And I'm free, free fallin'
                    Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

                    All the vampires walkin' through the valley
                    Move west down Ventura Boulevard
                    And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
                    And the good girls are home with broken hearts

                    And I'm free, free fallin'
                    Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

                    (Backing Vocals)
                    Free fallin', now I'm a, free fallin', now I'm a
                    Free fallin', now I'm a, free fallin', now I'm a

                    I wanna glide down over Mulholland
                    I wanna write her name in the sky
                    Gonna free fall out into nothin'
                    Gonna leave this world for a while

                    (with backing vocals)
                    And I'm free, free fallin'
                    Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

                    (with backing vocals)
                    And I'm free, free fallin'
                    Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
                    Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                    "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                    He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                    • Bringin' it back from the dead.

                      All girl punk bands rock.

                      "don't you wanna feel it inside
                      they say that it feels so nice
                      all girls should have
                      a real man
                      should i buy it? i don't wanna

                      i don't wanna join your club
                      i don't want your kind of love
                      i don't wanna join your club
                      i don't want your kind of love

                      if you had it in your thighs
                      you'll see that it feels so nice
                      "you wait, you'll *** every time"
                      i'm not that dumb
                      i don't wanna

                      i don't wanna join your club
                      i don't want your kind of love
                      i don't wanna join your club
                      i don't want your kind of love

                      don't you wanna feel it inside
                      they say that it feels so nice
                      all girls should have
                      a real man
                      should i buy it? i don't wanna "
                      -Sleater-Kinney, "A Real Man"
                      I never know their names, But i smile just the same
                      New faces...Strange places,
                      Most everything i see, Becomes a blur to me
                      -Grandaddy, "The Final Push to the Sum"

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                      • Yule Brynner is a genius, as is Stephen Malkmus even if he is an egomaniac.

                        "I'm not what you think I am
                        I'm the king of Siam
                        I've got a bald head
                        My name is Yul Brynner
                        And I am a famous movie star
                        Perhaps you saw me in Westworld
                        I acted like a robotic cowboy
                        It was my best role
                        I can not deny I
                        Felt right home deep inside
                        That electronic carcass

                        You're such monumental slime
                        Let the punishment fit the crime
                        Tie it to a chair
                        The house music will blare
                        And turn your ears into
                        A medicinal jelly
                        Stay inside on Christmas Day
                        And make believe that you are my candy cane
                        You said, "I'm not that type,
                        No I'm not sweet, and I'm not overripe

                        Bob Dylan sang in
                        "Its alright mama im only bleeding",
                        Everything from toy guns that spark to flesh colored Christs that glow in the dark
                        Its easy to see we got in too far and not much is really sacred. "
                        -Stephen Malkmus, "Jo Jo's Jacket"
                        I never know their names, But i smile just the same
                        New faces...Strange places,
                        Most everything i see, Becomes a blur to me
                        -Grandaddy, "The Final Push to the Sum"

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                        • Funny How Time Slips Away
                          Willie Nelson


                          Well, hello there
                          My, it's been a long, long time
                          How am I doing?
                          Oh, I guess that I'm doing fine
                          It's been so long now,
                          But it seems now, that it was only yesterday
                          Gee, ain't it funny, how time slips away.

                          How's your new love?
                          I hope that he's doin fine
                          I heard you told him,
                          That you'd love him till the end of time
                          Now, that's the same thing that you told me
                          Seems like just the other day
                          Gee, ain't it funny, how time slips away.

                          I gotta go now
                          I guess I'll see you around
                          Don't know when though
                          Never know, when I'll be back in town
                          But remember, what I tell you
                          In time your gonna pay
                          And it's surprising, how time slips away...
                          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                          • Music by wilco; Lyrics by Woody Guthrie

                            Airline to Heaven


                            There's an airline plane
                            Flies to heaven everyday
                            Past the pearly gates

                            If you want to ride this train
                            Have your ticket in your hand
                            Before it is too late

                            If the world looks wrong
                            And your money's spent and gone
                            And your friend has turned away

                            You can get away to heaven
                            On this aeroplane
                            Just bow your head and pray

                            Them's got ears, let them hear
                            Them's got eyes, let them see
                            Turn your eyes to the lord of the skies

                            Take this airline plane
                            It'll take you home again
                            To your home behind the skies

                            Well a lot of people guess
                            Some say no and some say yes
                            Will it take some and leave some behind?

                            But you will surely know
                            When to the airport go
                            To leave this world behind

                            Oh a lot of speakers speak
                            A lot of preachers preach
                            When you lay their salary on the line

                            You hold your head and pray
                            It's the only earthly way
                            You can fly to heaven on time
                            Fly to heaven on time

                            Them's got ears, let them hear
                            Them's got eyes, let them see
                            Turn your eyes to the lord of the skies

                            Take that airline plane
                            It'll take you home again
                            To your home behind the skies

                            Your ticket you obtain
                            On this heavenly airline plane
                            You leave your sins behind

                            You've got to take this flight
                            It may be daytime, might be night
                            But you can't see your way if you're blind

                            Them's got ears, let them hear
                            Them's got eyes, let them see
                            Turn your eyes to the lord of the skies

                            Take that airline plane
                            It'll take you home again
                            To your home behind the skies

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                            • Re: Two For Tuesday; Tom Petty

                              Originally posted by SlowwHand
                              And Curt, go **** yourself. It's all you'll get.
                              The distaste is mutual, cowgirl!

                              This song is named for my reaction to you...

                              Make Me Laugh

                              By ANTHRAX

                              Spread the word
                              Through me God is heard
                              You're making me laugh
                              Tell me your killing joke
                              Evangelist
                              You're making me laugh

                              Jesus saves
                              But only after I've been paid
                              You're making me laugh
                              Tell me your killing joke
                              Evangelist
                              End your hoax

                              God says have a T.V. show
                              God says baby do some blow
                              God says taxes are a sin
                              God says pour the money in
                              Rape the poor, faith no more
                              Faith for cash, make me laugh
                              Faith no more, hire a whore
                              Sell your past, make me laugh

                              Never, never, ever sin
                              Unless God says to stick it in
                              You're making me laugh
                              Tell me your killing joke
                              Evangelist
                              The truth can choke
                              Defrocked from your seat
                              Don't **** where you eat
                              You're making me laugh
                              Tell me your killing joke
                              That God talks to you
                              There's no hope

                              God says have a T.V. show
                              God says baby do some blow
                              God says taxes are a sin
                              God says pour the money in
                              Rape the poor, faith no more
                              Faith for cash, make me laugh
                              Faith no more, hire a whore
                              Sell your past, make me laugh

                              God says have a swimming pool
                              God say keep the doghouse cool
                              God says planes and boats and cars
                              God says have an amusement park
                              God says file taxes late
                              God says paint your face all sick
                              God says be a real pr!ck
                              God says have a T.V. show
                              God says baby do some blow
                              God says taxes are a sin
                              God says pour the money in...
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                              • Well I remember my first day at public school
                                I was very scared of getting pummeled
                                And sure enough I did at first recess
                                I got pegged in the head by a big red ball
                                It stung and my head hung
                                Back to class with a bloody nose
                                And soon it was lunchtime

                                Mom said I should ask about how poor kids can get fed
                                So I got a book of tickets and a schedule and it read:
                                Monday - Hot Dog, Tuesday - Taco
                                Wednesday - Hamburgers and Chocolate Milk
                                Thursday - Sloppy Joes and doritos in a bag
                                Friday was Pizza Day, the best day of the week
                                All the kids would line up super early just to eat

                                Monday - Hot Dog, Tuesday - Taco
                                Wednesday - Hamburgers and Chocolate Milk
                                Thursday - Sloppy Joes and doritos in a bag
                                Friday was Pizza Day, the best day of the week
                                It always came with salad and a side of cold green beans

                                Hooray for Pizza Day
                                Hooray for Pizza Day
                                I miss Pizza Day
                                The best day of the week

                                Well, I remember my first day in Jr. High
                                I had hairspray in my hair
                                And my pants were way too tight
                                And all the breakers and new wavers
                                And the rockers and the preps
                                Would all be in their places
                                On the front lawn or the steps
                                I hung out with some punker kids
                                Who used to make me laugh
                                I got thrown in the dumpster
                                By some rich kids near the café

                                As time went on we figured out
                                It was totally uncool
                                To eat the welfare lunch
                                Provided by the school
                                So in poser-punker fashion
                                We just mooched off all the kids
                                And lived off eating candy bars
                                And bags of nacho chips

                                Monday - Hot Dog, Tuesday - Taco
                                Wednesday - Hamburgers and Chocolate Milk
                                Thursday - Sloppy Joes and doritos in a bag
                                Friday was Pizza Day, the best day of the week
                                It always came with salad and a side of cold green beans

                                Hooray for Pizza Day
                                Hooray for Pizza Day
                                I miss Pizza Day
                                The best day of the week

                                Well now I?m out of school
                                And I don?t have a job
                                (You?re a slob!)
                                I just sit around all sweaty and lethargic
                                And I?m just thinking ?bout where it all went wrong
                                Why I can?t concentrate
                                On anything but reruns
                                I wish I had some more stability
                                I wish I had somebody making lunch for me
                                I guess I miss the simple things in life
                                The thought of Pizza Day
                                I thought it was stupid then
                                But I wish I had it now
                                I miss my

                                Monday - Hot Dog, Tuesday - Taco
                                Wednesday - Hamburgers and Chocolate Milk
                                Thursday - Sloppy Joes and doritos in a bag
                                Friday was Pizza Day, the best day of the week
                                It always came with salad and a side of cold green beans

                                (repeat)

                                Hooray for Pizza Day
                                Hooray for Pizza Day

                                Hooray for Pizza Day
                                Hooray for Pizza Day
                                I miss Pizza Day
                                Best day of the week!
                                -The Aquabats, "Pizza Day"
                                I never know their names, But i smile just the same
                                New faces...Strange places,
                                Most everything i see, Becomes a blur to me
                                -Grandaddy, "The Final Push to the Sum"

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