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    This is for Rah and Ming.

    HE AIN'T HEAVY HE'S MY BROTHER
    The Hollies

    The road is long
    with many a winding turn
    that leads us to who knows where,
    who know where.
    But I'm strong,
    strong enough to carry him.
    He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
    So on we go.

    His welfare is of my concern.
    No burden is he to bear,
    we'll get there.
    For I know
    he would not encumber me.
    He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

    If I'm laden at all,
    I'm laden with sadness
    that everyone's heart
    isn't filled with the gladness
    of love for one another.

    It's a long, long road
    from which there is no return.
    While we're on the way to there,
    why not share?
    And the load
    doesn't weigh me down at all.
    He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

    He's my brother.
    He ain't heavy, he's my brother...
    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

  • #2
    For Boann, Mark and John

    LET THE BOY ROCK AND ROLL
    The Lovin' Spoonful

    I heard Mama and Papa talkin' last night
    And I heard Mama say to Papa: Let that boy rock and roll

    The neighbor not complainin' and the schoolboy talked twice today
    You know they think you're foolish, study or slippin' away
    He don't think about nothin' 'cept the rock and roll records that play
    I say it's all right, Pa, let the boy rock and roll
    He's got a mind of his own and you know he's got a musical soul
    And he's gotta play music and you know we really can't say no

    So Daddy, don't you worry 'bout this crazy man
    Go on and do what you think you should
    But Daddy, don't you call him Little Boy Bad
    When you know he could be Johnny B Good
    I say it's all right, Pa, let the boy sing his song
    In his brand new boots, he needs a foot from a kick in the town
    If his music is groovy, you know he really can't go wrong

    (instrumental)

    So Daddy, don't you worry 'bout this crazy man
    Go on and do what you think you should
    But please don't call him Little Boy Bad
    When you know he could be Johnny B Good
    I say it's all right, Pa, let the boy rock and roll
    He's got a mind of his own and you know he's got a musical soul
    If the music is groovy, you know we really can't say no

    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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    • #3
      This can be for Sandy

      BROWN EYED GIRL
      Van Morrison

      Hey where did we go,
      Days when the rains came
      Down in the hollow,
      Playin' a new game,
      Laughing and a running hey, hey
      Skipping and a jumping
      In the misty morning fog with
      Our hearts a thumpin' and you
      My brown eyed girl,
      You my brown eyed girl.

      Whatever happened
      To Tuesday and so slow
      Going down the old mind
      With a transistor radio
      Standing in the sunlight laughing,
      Hiding behind a rainbow's wall,
      Slipping and sliding
      All along the water fall, with you
      My brown eyed girl,
      You my brown eyed girl.

      Do you remember when we used to sing,
      Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

      So hard to find my way,
      Now that I'm all on my own.
      I saw you just the other day,
      My how you have grown,
      Cast my memory back there, Lord
      Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout
      Making love in the green grass
      Behind the stadium with you
      My brown eyed girl
      You my brown eyed girl

      Do you remember when we used to sing
      Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da.
      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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      • #4
        For All "Old Souls"

        Spirit of a Boy, or the Wisdom of a Man
        Randy Travis


        He was 16 tender and tough
        She was too and he'd do anything to prove his love
        With so much riding on the choice at hand
        the spirit of a boy, or the wisdom of a man

        Hearts caught fire and love ran wild
        She cried the day she called to say she was having his child
        With so much riding on the choice at hand
        the spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a man

        There's a constant contradiction, what feels good and what feels right
        But, you live with decisions that you make in your life
        And what steers your direction is hard to understand
        The spirit of a boy, or the wisdom of a man

        Now he drives a diesel out of Dallas
        Hauling cars out to the coast
        It ain't the dream that he remembers just a few short years ago
        But, tonight at a truckstop, while drinking a cup
        The waitress grins and winks at him
        And says my shift's almost up
        With so much riding on the choice at hand
        the spirit of a boy, or the wisdom of a man

        With so much riding on the choice at hand
        the spirit of a boy, or the wisdom of a man
        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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        • #5
          How many music lyric threads is this now, Slowwie?

          Here's an interesting one which I've been hearing a lot lately...

          Everywhere
          Michelle Branch

          Turn it inside out so I can see
          The part of you that's drifting over me
          And when I wake you're never there
          But when I sleep you're everywhere
          You're everywhere

          Just tell me how I got this far
          Just tell me why you're here and who you are
          'Cause every time I look you're never there
          And every time I sleep you're always there

          'Cause you're everywhere to me
          And when I close my eyes it's you I see
          You're everything I know that makes me believe
          I'm not alone
          I'm not alone

          I recognize the way you make me feel
          It's hard to think that you might not be real
          I sense it now, the water's getting deep
          I try to wash the pain away from me
          Away from me

          'Cause you're everywhere to me
          And when I close my eyes it's you I see
          You're everything I know that makes me believe
          I'm not alone
          I'm not alone

          And when I touch your hand
          It's then I understand
          The beauty that's within
          It's now that we begin
          You always light my way
          I hope there never comes a day
          No matter where I go
          I always feel you so

          'Cause you're everywhere to me
          And when I close my eyes it's you I see
          You're everything I know that makes me believe
          I'm not alone

          'Cause you're everywhere to me
          And when I catch my breath it's you I breathe
          You're everything I know that makes me believe
          I'm not alone

          You're in everyone I see
          So tell me
          Do you see me?
          CGN | a bunch of incoherent nonsense
          Chris Jericho: First-Ever Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling & God Incarnate
          Mystique & Aura: Appearing Nightly @ Yankee Stadium! | Red & Pewter Pride
          Head Coach/General Manager, Kyrandia Dragonhawks (2004 Apolyton Fantasy Football League Champions)

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          • #6
            NEVER MY LOVE
            The Association

            You ask me if there'll come a time
            When I grow tired of you
            Never my love
            Never my love

            You wonder if this heart of mine
            Will lose its desire for you
            Never my love
            Never my love

            What makes you think love will end
            When you know that my whole life depends
            On you (on you)

            Never my love
            Never my love

            You say you fear I'll change my mind
            And I won't require you
            Never my love
            Never my love

            How can you think love will end
            When I've asked you to spend your whole life
            With me (with me, with me)
            "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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            • #7
              wow: the last one filled up faster slowwhand

              you've started a trend!
              reismark:

              Bleed by Cold

              i'm feeling crossed, i take it inside
              burn up the pain, my thoughts are strange
              just like the things i used to love
              just like the tree that fell, i heard it
              if art is still inside i feel it

              i wanna bleed show the hole that I have inside
              (i wanna show you all the pain...)
              i wanna scream let the blood flow that keeps me alive
              (i wanna make you feel the same...)

              take all these strings, they call my veins
              wrap them around, every ****ing thing
              presence of people not for me
              well i must remain in tune forever
              my love is music i will marry melody

              i wanna bleed show the hole that I have inside
              (i wanna show you all the pain...)
              i wanna scream let the blood flow that keeps me alive
              (i wanna make you feel the same...)
              Well I said
              i wanna bleed
              i wanna feel
              (i wanna show you how i feel...)
              i wanna scream
              i wanna bleed
              (i wanna make you see the pain...)

              won't you let me take you for a ride
              you can stop the world, try to change my mind
              won't you let me show you how it feels
              you can stop the world, but you won't change me
              i need music
              i need music
              i need music
              to set me free
              to let me bleed

              Blurry by Puddle of Mud

              Everything’s so blurry
              and everyone's so fake
              and everybody’s empty
              and everything is so messed up
              pre-occupied without you
              I cannot live at all
              my whole world surrounds you
              I stumble then I crawl

              you could be my someone
              you could be my sea
              you know that I’ll protect you
              from all of the obscene
              I wonder what your doing
              imagine where you are
              there’s oceans in between us
              but that’s not very far

              can you take it all away
              can you take it all away
              when ya shoved it in my face
              this pain you gave to me
              can you take it all away
              can you take it all away
              when ya shoved it in my face

              everyone is changing
              there’s no one left that’s real
              to make up your own ending
              and let me know just how you feel
              cause I am lost without you
              I cannot live at all
              my whole world surrounds you
              I stumble then I crawl

              you could be my someone
              you could be my sea
              you know that I will save you
              from all of the unclean
              I wonder what your doing
              I wonder where you are
              there’s oceans in between us
              but that’s not very far

              can you take it all away
              can you take it all away
              when ya shoved it in my face
              this pain you gave to me
              can you take it all away
              can you take it all away
              when ya shoved it in my face
              this pain you gave to me

              Oh, Nobody told me what you thought
              nobody told me what to say
              everyone showed you where to turn
              told you where to run away
              nobody told you where to hide
              nobody told you what to say
              everyone showed you where to turn
              showed you where to run away

              can you take it all away
              can you take it all away
              when ya shoved it in my face
              this pain you gave to me
              can you take it all away
              can you take it all away
              when ya shoved it in my face
              this pain you gave to me

              this pain you gave to me

              you take it all
              you take it all away...
              this pain you gave to me
              you take it all away
              this pain you gave to me
              take it all away
              this pain

              Round here by THe COunting Crows

              Step out the front door like a ghost
              Into the fog where no one notices
              The contrast of white on white.

              And in between the moon and you
              The angels get a better view
              Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

              I walk in the air between the rain,
              Through myself and back again.
              Where? I don't know

              Maria says she's dying.
              Through the door, I hear her crying
              Why? I don't know

              Round here we always stand up straight
              Round here something radiates

              Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
              She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
              She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
              Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
              She parks her car outside of my house
              Takes her clothes off,
              Says she's close to understanding Jesus
              She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
              She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

              Round here we're carving out our names
              Round here we all look the same
              Round here we talk just like lions
              But we sacrifice like lambs
              Round here she's slipping though my hands

              Sleeping children got to run like the wind
              Out of the lightning dream
              Mama's little baby better get herself in
              Out of the lightning

              She says, "It's only in my head."
              She says, "Shhh...I know it's only in my head."

              But the girl on the car in the parking lot
              Says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
              Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

              Then she looks up at the building
              And says she's thinking of jumping.
              She says she's tired of life;
              She must be tired of something.

              Round here she's always on my mind
              Round here I got lots of time
              Round here we're never sent to bed early
              Nobody makes us wait
              Round here we stay up very very late
              "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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              • #8
                As an avid wrestling fan, I've heard this one way too much in recent weeks for my health and/or sanity to take...

                My Sacrifice
                Creed

                Hello my friend we meet again
                It’s been a while
                Where should we begin
                Feels like forever
                Within my heart are memories
                Of perfect love that you gave to me
                I remember

                When you are with me
                I’m free, I’m careless, I believe
                Above all the others we’ll fly
                This brings tears to my eyes
                My sacrifice

                We’ve seen our share of ups and downs
                Oh how quickly life can turn around in an instant
                It feels so good to reunite
                Within yourself and within your mind
                Let’s find peace there

                When you are with me
                I’m free, I’m careless, I believe
                Above all the others we’ll fly
                This brings tears to my eyes
                My sacrifice

                I just want to say hello again

                devilmunkin: You like Counting Crows??? Didn't know

                Mrs. Potter's Lullaby
                Counting Crows

                Well I woke up in mid-afternoon 'cause that's when it all hurts the most
                I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host
                If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
                You can never escape; you can only move south down the coast
                I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
                I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame
                If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame
                And though I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my name

                Hey Mrs. Potter don't cry
                Hey Mrs. Potter I know why but
                Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me

                Well, there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
                And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
                And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
                And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything
                Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
                And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head
                And the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead
                When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed

                Hey Mrs. Potter don't go
                Hey Mrs. Potter I don't know but
                Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me

                All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
                And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep
                All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
                Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep
                So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
                It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
                Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
                But I'd sure like to find out, so why don't you climb down off that movie screen

                Hey Mrs. Potter don't turn
                Hey Mrs. Potter I burn for you
                Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me

                When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
                And orders another; well, I wonder what he did that for
                That's when I know that I have to get out 'cause I have been there before
                So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door
                We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
                We stand up at the Palace like it's the last of the great Pioneertown bars
                Oh we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
                You can see a million miles tonight but you can't get very far
                You can see a million miles tonight but you can't get very far

                Hey Mrs. Potter I won't touch and
                Hey Mrs. Potter it's not much but
                Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
                Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
                Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
                CGN | a bunch of incoherent nonsense
                Chris Jericho: First-Ever Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling & God Incarnate
                Mystique & Aura: Appearing Nightly @ Yankee Stadium! | Red & Pewter Pride
                Head Coach/General Manager, Kyrandia Dragonhawks (2004 Apolyton Fantasy Football League Champions)

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                • #9
                  Fields of Gold
                  sting

                  You'll remember me when the west wind moves
                  Upon the fields of barley
                  You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
                  As we walk in fields of gold

                  So she took her love
                  For to gaze awhile
                  Upon the fields of barley
                  In his arms she fell as her hair came down
                  Among the fields of gold
                  Will you stay with me, will you be my love
                  Among the fields of barley
                  We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
                  As we lie in fields of gold

                  See the west wind move like a lover so
                  Upon the fields of barley
                  Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
                  Among the fields of gold

                  I never made promises lightly
                  And there have been some that I've broken
                  But I swear in the days still left
                  We'll walk in fields of gold
                  We'll walk in fields of gold

                  Many years have passed since those summer days
                  Among the fields of barley
                  See the children run as the sun goes down
                  Among the fields of gold
                  You'll remember me when the west wind moves
                  Upon the fields of barley
                  You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
                  When we walked in fields of gold
                  When we walked in fields of gold
                  When we walked in fields of gold

                  ==========================

                  If I Ever Lose My Faith In You

                  You could say I lost my faith in science and progress
                  You could say I lost my belief in the holy Church
                  You could say I lost my sense of direction
                  You could say all of this and worse, but
                  If I ever lose my faith in you
                  There'd be nothing left for me to do

                  Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world
                  You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV
                  You could say I'd lost my belief in our politicians
                  Yhey all seemed like game show hosts to me
                  If I ever lose my faith in you
                  There'd be nothing left for me to do
                  I could be lost inside their lies without a trace
                  But every time I close my eyes I see your face

                  I never saw no miracle of science
                  That didn't go from a blessing to a curse
                  I never saw no military solution
                  That didn't always end up as something worse, but
                  Let me say this first
                  If I ever lose my faith in you
                  There'd be nothing left for me to do

                  =============================
                  "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                  • #10
                    Ten threads +/- of 500 songs per. An Estimate. Best I can do.

                    Learning to Fly
                    Pink Floyd


                    Into the distance, a ribbon of black
                    Stretched to the point of no turning back
                    A flight of fancy on a windswept field
                    Standing alone my senses reeled
                    A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
                    Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

                    Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
                    Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I

                    Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
                    Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
                    No navigator to guide my way home
                    Unladened, empty and turned to stone

                    A soul in tension that's learning to fly
                    Condition grounded but determined to try
                    Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
                    Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

                    Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
                    My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
                    Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
                    Out of the corner of my watering eye
                    A dream unthreatened by the morning light
                    Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

                    There's no sensation to compare with this
                    Suspended animation, A state of bliss
                    Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
                    Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
                    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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                    • #11
                      Where Are you Now by Janet Jackson

                      Love, my love
                      I regret the day you went away
                      I was too young to understand my love
                      But now I realize my mistakes

                      (Chorus)
                      Where, where are you now
                      Now that I'm ready to
                      Ready to love you the way you loved me then
                      Where are you now
                      Do you still think of me
                      Or does your heart belong to someone else's

                      Love, oh my love
                      I wonder sometimes were you just a dream
                      I sit in the dark
                      Wondering if our paths
                      Will ever cross again
                      Oh Lord I need to know
                      I sit and wonder

                      If I close my eyes and make a wish
                      When they open will you be right here with me

                      Could it be that two people were meant to be
                      In my dreams that's what I feel
                      Could it be that I'll never see you again
                      My love that was so true
                      Still I'll sit here waiting all alone
                      By the phone for you
                      "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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                      • #12
                        Harvest Moon
                        neil young


                        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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                        • #13
                          Silver And Gold
                          neil young


                          Workin' hard every day
                          Never notice how
                          the time slips away
                          People come, seasons go
                          We got something
                          that'll never grow old.

                          I don't care
                          if the sun don't shine
                          And the rain keeps pouring
                          down on me and mine
                          'Cause our kind of love
                          never seems to get old
                          It's better than silver and gold.

                          I used to have a treasure chest
                          Got so heavy that I had to rest
                          I let it slip away from me
                          Didn't need it anyway
                          so I let it slip away.

                          I don't care
                          if the sun don't shine
                          And the rain keeps pouring
                          down on me and mine
                          'Cause our kind of love
                          never seems to get old
                          It's better than silver and gold.

                          I don't care
                          if the sun don't shine
                          And the rain keeps pouring
                          down on me and mine
                          'Cause our kind of love
                          never seems to get old
                          It's better than silver and gold.
                          "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

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                          • #14
                            Some Triple Shot Thursday

                            The River
                            Written by: Garth Brooks, Victoria Shaw


                            You know a dream is like a river
                            Ever changin' as it flows
                            And a dreamer's just a vessel
                            That must follow where it goes
                            Trying to learn from what's behind you
                            And never knowing what's in store
                            Makes each day a constant battle
                            Just to stay between the shores.. and

                            I will sail my vessel
                            'Til the river runs dry
                            Like a bird upon the wind
                            These waters are my sky
                            I'll never reach my destination
                            If I never try
                            So I will sail my vessel
                            'Til the river runs dry

                            Too many times we stand aside
                            And let the waters slip away
                            'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
                            Has now become today
                            So don't you sit upon the shoreline
                            And say you're satisfied
                            Choose to chance the rapids
                            And dare to dance the tide.. yes

                            I will sail my vessel
                            'Til the river runs dry
                            Like a bird upon the wind
                            These waters are my sky
                            I'll never reach my destination
                            If I never try
                            So I will sail my vessel
                            'Til the river runs dry

                            And there's bound to be rough waters
                            And I know I'll take some falls
                            But with the good Lord as my captain
                            I can make it through them all.. yes

                            I will sail my vessel
                            'Til the river runs dry
                            Like a bird upon the wind
                            These waters are my sky
                            I'll never reach my destination
                            If I never try
                            So I will sail my vessel
                            'Til the river runs dry

                            Yes, I will sail my vessel
                            'Til the river runs dry
                            'Til the river runs dry
                            ------------------------------------------------------------------------------


                            Ireland
                            Written by: Garth Brooks, Stephanie Davis, Jenny Yates

                            They say mother earth is breathing
                            With each wave that finds the shore
                            Her soul rises in the evening
                            For to open twilights door
                            Her eyes are the stars in heaven
                            Watching o'er us all the while
                            And her heart it is in Ireland
                            Deep within the Emerald Isle

                            We are forty against hundreds
                            In someone elses bloody war
                            We know not why were fighting
                            Or what we're dying for
                            They will storm us in the morning
                            When the sunlight turns to sky
                            Death is waiting for its dance now
                            Fate has sentenced us to die

                            Ireland I am coming home
                            I can see your rolling fields of green
                            And fences made of stone
                            I am reaching out won't you take my hand
                            I'm coming home Ireland

                            Oh the captian he lay bleeding
                            I can hear him calling me
                            These men are yours now for the leading
                            Show them to their destiny
                            And as I look up all around me
                            I see the ragged tired and torn
                            I tell them to make ready
                            'Cause we're not waiting for the morn

                            Ireland I am coming home
                            I can see your rolling fields of green
                            And fences made of stone
                            I am reaching out won't you take my hand
                            I'm coming home Ireland

                            Now the fog is deep and heavy
                            As we forge the dark and fear
                            We can hear their horses breathing
                            As in silence we draw near
                            There are no words to be spoken
                            Just a look to say good-bye
                            I draw a breath and night is broken
                            As I scream our battle cry

                            Ireland I am coming home
                            I can see your rolling fields of green
                            And fences made of stone
                            I am reaching out won't you take my hand
                            I'm coming home Ireland

                            I am home Ireland

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                            The Night I Called The Old Man Out
                            Written by: Pat Alger, Garth Brooks, Kim Williams

                            The dining room fell silent
                            I can't believe what I just said
                            I just told my dad he's full of it
                            And I watched his face turn red
                            And I should've said, "I'm sorry"
                            But I matched him shout for shout
                            I can still hear that screen door slammin'
                            The night I called him out

                            He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you"
                            But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts
                            'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house
                            Each time they called the old man out

                            Fist to fist and eye to eye
                            Standin' toe to toe
                            He would've let me walk away
                            But I just would not let it go
                            Years of my frustration
                            Had led me to this night
                            Now he'll pay for all the times that he's been right

                            He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you"
                            But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts
                            'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house
                            Each time they called the old man out

                            It was over in a minute
                            That's when I realized
                            The blood came from my mouth and nose
                            But the tears came from his eyes
                            And in memory of that fateful night
                            I know the greatest pain was his
                            And I just pray some day I'm half the man he is

                            He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you"
                            But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts
                            'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house
                            Each time they called the old man out

                            Just like my own dear brothers
                            I crawled back in the house
                            The night I called the old man out
                            Last edited by SlowwHand; November 29, 2001, 12:29.
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                              songs about me! (joke)

                              The Devil Went down to Georgia by CHarlie Daniels Band

                              The Devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
                              He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind, he was willing to make a deal.
                              When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot.
                              And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said,
                              "Boy let me tell you what:
                              I guess you didn't know it, but I am a fiddle player too,
                              And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
                              Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due.
                              I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
                              'cause I think I'm better than you."

                              The boy said, "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
                              But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret,
                              'cause I'm the best there's ever been."

                              Johnny, you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard,
                              'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards.
                              And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
                              But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!

                              The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
                              And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
                              And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
                              Then a band of demons joined in, and it sounded something like this.

                              When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well you're pretty good old son.
                              But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done!"

                              Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run.
                              The Devil's in the house of the rising sun.
                              Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
                              Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."

                              The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
                              And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
                              Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again,
                              I done told you once, you son of a *****, I'm the best there's ever been."

                              He played...

                              Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run.
                              The Devil's in the house of the rising sun.
                              Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
                              Granny will your dog bite, "No, child, no."

                              Devil's Food by ALive Cooper

                              Get ready for the lady
                              She's gonna be a treat
                              Simmer slightly 'til ready
                              Make her soft too
                              Make her sweet

                              I kiss the tears off from your chest
                              I felt the poison fright that's in your breath
                              I knew your precious life and I know your death
                              I squeeze the love out of your soul
                              All the perfect love that's in your soul
                              You're just another spirit on parole

                              Devil's food
                              Devil's food
                              Devil's food

                              Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones

                              Please allow me to introduce myself
                              I'm a man of wealth and taste
                              I've been around for a long, long years
                              Stole many a man's soul and faith

                              And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
                              Had his moment of doubt and pain
                              Made damn sure that Pilate
                              Washed his hands and sealed his fate

                              Pleased to meet you
                              Hope you guess my name
                              But what's puzzling you
                              Is the nature of my game

                              I stuck around St. Petersburg
                              When I saw it was a time for a change
                              Killed the czar and his ministers
                              Anastasia screamed in vain

                              I rode a tank
                              Held a general's rank
                              When the blitzkrieg raged
                              And the bodies stank

                              Pleased to meet you
                              Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
                              Ah, what's puzzling you
                              Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

                              I watched with glee
                              While your kings and queens
                              Fought for ten decades
                              For the gods they made

                              I shouted out,
                              "Who killed the Kennedys?"
                              When after all
                              It was you and me

                              Let me please introduce myself
                              I'm a man of wealth and taste
                              And I laid traps for troubadours
                              Who get killed before they reached Bombay

                              Pleased to meet you
                              Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
                              But what's puzzling you
                              Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

                              Pleased to meet you
                              Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
                              But what's confusing you
                              Is just the nature of my game

                              Just as every cop is a criminal
                              And all the sinners saints
                              As heads is tails
                              Just call me Lucifer
                              'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

                              So if you meet me
                              Have some courtesy
                              Have some sympathy, and some taste
                              Use all your well-learned politesse
                              Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

                              Pleased to meet you
                              Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
                              But what's puzzling you
                              Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down

                              Woo, who
                              Oh yeah, get on down
                              Oh yeah
                              Oh yeah!

                              Tell me baby, what's my name
                              Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
                              Tell me baby, what's my name
                              I tell you one time, you're to blame

                              Oh, who
                              woo, woo
                              Woo, who
                              Woo, woo
                              Woo, who, who
                              Woo, who, who
                              Oh, yeah

                              What's my name
                              Tell me, baby, what's my name
                              Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

                              DDevil by SYstem of a Down

                              Plagiarized existence exist,
                              Among the writers of the word,
                              Shake your spear at Shakespeare,
                              Shake your spear at Shakespeare,

                              Loud and noisy,
                              Strong refrigerators,
                              Gaining independence,
                              Gaining independence,

                              Stupid people do stupid things,
                              Smart people outsmart each other,
                              Then themselves, then themselves,
                              Then themselves, then themselves,

                              Take me down there,
                              Photographic relapse,
                              People feeding frenzy,
                              The devil is so lovely,

                              (Operatic)

                              My blue moon rivets in exits,
                              Forewarned customary spirits,
                              By myself, by myself,
                              By myself, by myself,

                              Take me down there,
                              Photographic relapse,
                              People feeding frenzy,
                              The devil is so lovely,

                              Take me down there,
                              Photographic relapse,
                              People feeding frenzy,
                              The devil is so lovely.
                              "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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