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  • Two For Tuesday; Trini Lopez

    Kansas City


    (Oh, let's go to Kansas City, now.)

    I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
    I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
    They got some crazy little women there
    And I'm gonna get me one.

    I'm gonna be standing on the corner, Twelfth Street and Vine.
    I'm gonna be standing on the corner, Twelfth Street and Vine;
    With my Kansas City baby and my bottle
    Of Kansas City wine.

    Well, I might take a train, might take a plane,
    But if I have to walk,
    I'm gonna fly there just the same.
    Yeaaaah, Kansas City here I come.
    They got some crazy little women there
    And I'm gonna get me one.

    Well, if I don't leave that woman I know I'm gonna die.
    Got to find a brand new baby and here's the reason why:
    Ya, ya, ya-eeeee eee, Kansas City here I come.
    They got some crazy little women there
    And I'm gonna get me one.
    Ah - right.
    --------------
    Might take a train, might take a plane,
    But if I have to walk,
    I'm gonna fly there just the same.
    Yeaaaah, Kansas City here I come.
    They got some crazy little women there
    And I'm gonna get me one.
    (One more time)

    If I don't leave that woman, know I'm gonna die.
    Got to find a brand new baby and that's the reason why:
    Ya, ya ya-eeeee eee, Kansas City here I come.
    They got some crazy little women there
    And I'm gonna get me one.
    Yeah, yeah,
    they got some crazy little women there
    And I'm gonna get me one.
    (One more time)

    They got some crazy little women there
    And I'm gonna get me one.



    -----------------------------------------------------------------

    IF I HAD A HAMMER


    If I had a hammer
    I'd hammer in the morning
    I'd hammer in the evening
    All over this land
    I'd hammer out danger
    I'd hammer out a warning
    I'd hammer out love between
    My brothers and my sisters ah-aaah
    All over this land

    If I had a bell
    I'd ring it in the morning
    I'd ring it in the evening
    All over this land
    I'd ring out danger
    I'd ring out a warning
    I'd ring out love between
    My brothers and my sisters ah-aaah
    All over this land.

    If I had a song
    I'd sing it in the morning
    I'd sing it in the evening
    All over this land
    I'd sing out danger
    I'd sing out a warning
    I'd sing out love between
    My brothers and my sisters ah-aaah
    All over this land.

    I got a hammer
    And I got a bell
    I got a song to sing
    All over this land
    It's the hammer of justice
    It's the bell of freedom
    It's the song about love between
    My brothers and my sisters
    All over this land
    All over this land
    All over this land
    All over this land
    All over this land
    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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    • For DM...hang in there sweetheart

      Des'ree - You Gotta Be

      Listen as your day unfolds
      Challenge what the future holds
      Try and keep your head up to the sky
      Lovers they may cause you tears
      Go ahead, release your fears
      Stand up and be counted
      Don't be ashamed to cry

      You've got to be
      You've got to be bad, you got to be bold
      You've got to be wiser
      You've got to be hard, you got to be tough
      You've got to be stronger
      You've got to be cool, you got to be calm
      You've gotta stay together
      Oh I know, oh I know love will save the day

      Herald what your mother said
      Read the books your father read
      Try and solve the puzzles in your own sweet time
      Some they have more cash than you
      Others take a different view
      Time asks no questions, it goes on without you
      Leaving you behind if you can't stand the pace
      The world keeps on spinning, can't stop it if you try to
      The best part is danger staring you in the face

      Remember, listen as your day unfolds
      Challenge what the future holds
      Try and keep your head up to the sky
      Lovers they may cause you tears
      Go ahead, release your fears

      You've got to be
      You've got to be bad, you got to be bold
      You've got to be wiser
      You've got to be hard, you got to be tough
      You've got to be stronger
      You've got to be cool, you got to be calm
      You've gotta stay together
      Oh I know, oh I know love will save the day

      Got to be bold, got to be bad, got to be wise, going out of sight
      Got to be hard, but not too too hard
      All I know is, love will save the day
      "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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      • The Great Goodnight--Magellan 34:24

        I was only four
        I don't remember you
        I have seen your pictures my whole life
        brother...in this great goodnight

        A black frame still protects
        those two letters from the President
        They start out:
        'On this day in May 1966
        for wounds received in action'
        still hanging here after all of this time
        right next to your purple heart
        in this great goodnight

        I do have this hazy memory
        I think you had me up on your shoulders
        playing on top of the world for a moment
        that couldn't last (it never does)
        I have this black & white of you
        playing harmonica like a giant at our old house
        sitting on that green sofa
        you were only 19 but to this kid
        you were probably more like 43

        I read an old clipping from the paper
        it said they prayed for you at the church
        now I know everyone in the photograph
        long before the memorial rose
        looking so much different than today
        I haven't touched that stone of names
        but I have a tracing of yours

        but for some unknown reason
        we never discussed it much growing up
        I pieced together the whole story
        out of that old trunk left in the attic

        you'd been gone only 6 weeks
        when the Army brass came to the door knocking
        breaking the news--breaking our hearts
        they broke the news to mom
        she took it worse than anyone
        she really believed--'he didn't have to go
        the draft missed him by a mile'
        you could've walked away
        but instead you had your final day in Vietnam

        when they broke the news to mom
        all I can say...she took it worse than anyone
        she really believed he would make it back home
        'he didn't have to go to Vietnam'

        here is what they said--
        the claymore went off and you went down
        & you would've been ok
        & you would've been all right
        but they couldn't get to you
        the VC were everywhere
        so the orders came...

        'We can't pull Jack out
        for him it's getting late
        but a hundred men won't see tomorrow
        if we don't quietly wait.
        we can't pull Jack out...'

        you knew exactly what was happening
        why nobody came
        you were a good soldier keeping still
        holding out as long as you did
        on this day in May 1966
        within an hour you relaxed
        somehow everything seemed ok
        'cause in your soul you knew
        your time in 'Nam had passed away--my brother

        with your shirt red with blood
        & your forehead cool
        you thanked the Lord for this great goodnight
        in this moment of acceptance this great goodnight
        brought you a peace you'd never known
        in this great goodnight, the war raging on
        in this great goodnight--my brother...

        but brother let me tell you--it's what I know
        so maybe one day we can fill in the blanks
        until we meet again--brother
        I'll choose this memory
        we'll keep remembering what you did
        in that great goodnight

        you couldn't hear the medic yelling in your ear
        while you dreamed of this kid back at home
        saying 'pick me up so we can play'
        brother let me tell you--I remember
        & I think you made it in that great goodnight
        in fact, it's the only thing I remember
        from that great goodnight

        well brother, let me tell you--it's what I know
        maybe one day we will stand together
        until we meet again, I'll choose this memory
        & thank you guys for what you did
        & what you tried to do in this great goodnight

        on this day in May 1966
        for wounds received in action...
        & now I see you my brother
        this is for you
        & someday you will see
        that this song was for you, my brother

        now that dad has joined you
        I'm sure that he would agree
        got a son on my shoulder
        & lots of work to do, brother
        ...like was done with me













        just got this today, found it very appropriate to today

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        • Bad Habit by Offspring

          Hey man ya know I'm really ok .
          The gun in my hand will tell you the same .
          But when i'm in my car, don't give me no crap,
          'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap .

          When I go driving I stay in my lane .
          But getting cut off- it makes me insane .

          Open up the glove box,
          Reach inside,
          I'm gonna wreck this fvckers ride,
          'Cause I got a bad habit .
          Of blowin' away,
          Yeah, Yeah
          I got a bad habit,
          Yeah, Yeah
          And it 'aint goin' away,
          Yeah, Yeah---
          Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh

          Well they say the road's a dangerous place .
          If you flip me off I'm the danger you'll face
          You drive on my a$$,
          Your foot's on the gas,
          And your next breath is your last-

          'Cause I got a bad habit
          Of blowin' away,
          Yeah, Yeah
          I got a bad habit,
          Yeah, Yeah
          And it 'aint goin' away,
          Yeah, Yeah---
          Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh

          Drivers are rude,
          Such attitudes,
          But when i show my piece-,
          Complaints cease, Something's odd,
          I feel like I'm God,
          You stupid dumb-shlt god-dam motherfvcker

          Open up the glove box,
          Reach inside,
          I'm gonna wreck this fvckers ride,
          'Cause I got a bad habit,
          Of blowin' away,
          Yeah, Yeah
          I got a bad habit,
          Yeah, Yeah
          And it 'aint goin' away,
          Yeah, Yeah---
          Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh

          Sketches of Pain by Tears for Fears

          Daylight Saved
          Daylight Saved
          To spite the dark
          In spite of the darkness
          There I'll crave
          There I'll crave
          To get to the heart
          In spite of the darkness

          Great wide stretches of canvas
          Signed by a godless name
          Strange bright colours of madness
          Only a fool would frame
          Sketches of Pain
          Sketches of Pain
          Sketches of Pain

          Some cry shame
          Some cry shame
          We tore them apart
          We failed to imagine
          God might claim
          God might claim
          The works of art
          We failed to imagine

          Great wide stretches of canvas
          Signed by a godless name
          Strange bright colours of madness
          Only a fool would frame
          Sketches of Pain
          Sketches of Pain
          Sketches of Pain

          Sketches of Pain
          Sketches of Pain
          Sketches of Pain

          Don't Answer Me by The Alan Parson's Project

          If you belive in the power of magic
          I can change your mind
          And if you need to belive in someone
          Turn and look behind
          When we were living in a dream world
          Clouds got in the way
          We gave it up in a moment of madness
          And threw it all away

          Don't answer me, don't break the silence
          Don't let me win
          Don't anwer me, stay on your island
          Don't let me in

          Run away and hide from everyone
          Can you change the things we've said and done?

          If you belive in the power of magic
          it's all a fantasy
          So if you need to belive in someone
          Just pretend it's me
          It ain't enough that we meet as strangers
          I can't set you free
          So will you turn your back forever on what you mean to me?

          Don't answer me, don't break the silence
          Don't let me win
          Don't answer me, stay on you island
          Don't let me in

          Run away and hide from everyone
          Can you change the things we've said and done?

          Don't answer me , don't break the silence
          Don't let me win
          Don't answer me, stay on your island
          Don't let me in

          Run away and hide from everyone...

          Don't answer me , don't break the silence
          Don't let me win
          Don't answer me, stay on your island
          Don't let me in

          Can you change the things we've said and done?

          Don't answer me , don't break the silence
          Don't let me win
          Don't answer me, stay on your island
          Don't let me in...
          "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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          • I'd Love to Change the World
            Ten Years After



            Everywhere is
            Freaks and hairies
            ****s and fairies
            Tell me where is sanity


            Tax the rich
            Feed the poor
            Till there are no
            Rich no more


            I'd love to change the world
            But I don't know what to do
            So I'll leave it up to you


            Population
            Keeps on breeding
            Nation bleeding
            Still more feeding economy


            Life is funny
            Skies are sunny
            Bees make honey
            Who needs money, monopoly


            I'd love to change the world
            But I don't know what to do
            So I'll leave it up to you


            Oh yeah


            World pollution
            There's no solution
            Institution
            Electrocution
            Just black or white
            Rich or poor
            Them and us
            Stop the war


            I'd love to change the world
            But I don't know what to do
            So I'll leave it up to you
            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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            • Duran Duran - Hungry like the Wolf

              Darken the city, night is a wire
              Steam in the subway, earth is a afire
              Woman, you want me, give me a sign
              And catch my breathing even closer behind

              In touch with the ground
              I'm on the hunt I'm after you
              Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd
              And I'm hungry like the wolf
              Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
              I'm on the hunt I'm after you
              Mouth is alive with juices like wine
              And I'm hungry like the wolf

              Stalked in the forest, too close to hide
              I'll be upon you by the moonlight side
              High blood drumming on your skin, it's so tight
              You feel my heart, I'm just a moment behind

              In touch with the ground
              I'm on the hunt I'm after you
              Scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found
              And I'm hungry like the wolf
              Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme
              I howl and I whine, I'm after you
              Mouth is alive, al lrunning inside
              And i'm hungry like the wolf

              Hungry like the wolf
              Hungry like the wolf
              Hungry like the wolf

              Burning the ground, I break from the crowd
              I'm on the hunt, I'm after you
              I smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm found
              And I'm hungry like the wolf
              Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme
              I'm on the hunt, I'm after you
              Mouth is alive with juices like wine
              And I'm hungry like the wolf
              "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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              • Joan Armatrading - Love and Affection

                I am not in love
                But I'm open to persuasion
                East or West
                Where's the best
                For romancing

                With a friend
                I can smile
                But with a lover
                I could hold my head back
                I could really laugh
                Really laugh

                Thank you
                You took me dancing
                'Cross the floor
                Cheek to cheek
                But with a lover
                I could really move
                Really move
                I could really dance
                Really dance

                Now if I can feel the sun
                In my eyes
                And the rain on my face
                Why can't I
                Feel love

                I can really love
                Really love

                Now I got all
                The friends that I want
                I may need more
                But I shall just stick to those
                That I have got
                With friends I still feel
                So insecure

                Little darling I believe you could
                Help me a lot
                Just take my hand
                And lead me where you will
                No conversation
                No wave goodnight
                Just make love
                With affection

                Sing me another love song
                But this time
                With a little dedication
                Sing it, sing it
                You know that's what I like
                Once more with feeling
                Give me love
                Love
                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                • Outkast: Bombs Over Baghdad

                  [Dre]
                  1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
                  In-slum-national, underground
                  Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
                  Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
                  You can't stop a train
                  Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
                  I'll be there, but when I leave there
                  Better be a household name
                  Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
                  So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
                  In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
                  Hits somersaults without the net
                  But this'll be the year that we won't forget
                  One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
                  Long as you know consequences are given for livin - the fence is
                  too high to jump in jail
                  Too low to dig, I might just touch hell - HOT!
                  Get a life, now they gon' sell
                  Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
                  A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
                  Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
                  Stack of question with no answers
                  Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
                  Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
                  Get back home, things are wrong
                  Well not really, it was bad all along
                  before you left adds up to a ball of power
                  Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
                  Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
                  Believe there's always mo', OWWWW!

                  Chorus: 2X
                  [Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
                  {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
                  [Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
                  Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
                  {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
                  {Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh

                  [Big Boi]
                  Uno, dos, tres, it's on
                  Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
                  Like that there boi and will still stay street
                  Big things happen every time we meet
                  Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
                  Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
                  Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
                  Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
                  Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
                  Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
                  Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
                  'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
                  No D to-the U to-the G for you
                  Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
                  Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
                  Never turn my back on my kids for them
                  Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
                  Before you read up, get a laptop
                  Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
                  Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals
                  Record number four, but we on a roll
                  Hold up, slow up, stop, +Control+
                  like Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya
                  Movin like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
                  Lock all your windows then block the quarters
                  Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
                  Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
                  Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
                  Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five
                  I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
                  When you come to ATL boi you better not hide
                  cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, hah!

                  Chorus: 2X
                  [Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
                  {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
                  [Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
                  Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
                  {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
                  {Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh

                  {Choir}
                  Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
                  Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
                  Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
                  Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah

                  [Dre]
                  B-I-G, B-O-I
                  An-An-Andre
                  To the T-O-P

                  [Dre and Big Boi]: 15X
                  Bob your head. Rag top.

                  (1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)

                  {Choir}: 23X
                  Po-wer music, electric revival


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                  • This is for my great (i.e. brother in law of my papa who has also passed) Uncle Lee Roy who died yesterday night. I will miss you Uncle SMoothie.

                    Bad Lee Roy BRown by jim Croce

                    Well ole south side of Chicago is the baddest part of town
                    And if you go down there you better just beware
                    of a man named Leroy Brown
                    Now Leroy's more than trouble, you see he stand about 6 foot 4
                    All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover
                    All the men just call him sir

                    (CHORUS)
                    And its bad, bad Leroy Brown
                    The baddest man in the whole damn town
                    Badder than old King Kong
                    And meaner than a junkyard dog

                    Now Leroy he's a gambler, and he likes his fancy clothes
                    And he liked to wave his diamond rings under everybody's nose
                    He got a custom Continental, he got an El-Dorado too
                    He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
                    He got a razor in his shoe

                    Well Friday but a week ago, Leroy shootin dice
                    And at the edge of the bar sat a girl named a Doris
                    And oh that girl looked nice
                    Well he cast his eyes upon her and the trouble soon began
                    And Leroy Brown learned a lesson bout a messin
                    with the wife of a jealous man


                    Well the 2 men took to fighting
                    And when they pulled them from the floor
                    Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
                    with a couple of pieces gone

                    Yeah he was badder than old King Kong and meaner than a junkyard dog
                    "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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                    • Triple Shot Thursday; Allman Brothers

                      First, sorry for your loss, Munchkin.


                      Leave My Blues At Home


                      I been trapped inside four walls,
                      Feel like I can't call to no one,
                      Away out on the outside.
                      Well, livin alone is easy,
                      But too long just don't seem really,
                      Quite the thing to do, no.
                      Think I'll drink up a little more wine,
                      To ease my worried mind.
                      And walk down on the street,
                      And leave my blues at home.
                      All behind.

                      The landlord is on my line,
                      I can't get no peace of mind.
                      But I know there's something better.
                      I can't stay and I can't run,
                      Can't keep waitin for someone to find and go roll.
                      Well, I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers.
                      Don't leave, I'm on my way over.
                      A walk down on the street,
                      And leave my blues at home.
                      All behind.

                      And I feel I have to scream whenever I get the notion.
                      And though I try so hard, I can't hold back my emotions.
                      But I love you, but I can't have ya.
                      Won't you sit by my side?

                      Ya don't work, the man don't pay ya.
                      There ain't no saint to come and save ya,
                      Oh, puttin your toll down.
                      Well, if you ride you pay the fare,
                      With Satan on your back and he don't care,
                      Where you come from or where you're goin.
                      And before I get myself all down,
                      I jump up and kick the door down.
                      And walk down on the street,
                      And leave my blues at home.
                      All behind.

                      ---------------------------------------------------------------

                      Statesboro Blues


                      Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low,
                      Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low,
                      You got no nerve, baby,
                      To turn Uncle John from your door.

                      I woke up this morning, I, a-had them Statesboro blues,
                      I woke up this morning, I, a-had them Statesboro blues,
                      Well I looked over in the corner baby,
                      And grandpa seemed to have them too.

                      Well, my mama died and left me,
                      My papa died and left me,
                      I ain't good lookin baby,
                      But I'm someone sweet and kind.

                      I'm goin to the country, baby do ya wanna go?
                      If you can't make it baby,
                      Your sister Lucille said she'd wanna go.
                      And I'd sure wanna take her.

                      I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen,
                      Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen,
                      Lord, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah,
                      Treat her like a dog gone queen.

                      Lord, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low,
                      Wake up mama, well turn your lamp down low,
                      You got no nerve, baby,
                      To turn Uncle John from your door.

                      ---------------------------------------------------------------

                      I'm No Angel

                      No I'm no angel, No I'm no stranger to the street
                      I've got my label, So I won't crumble at your feet
                      And I know baby, So I've got scars upon my cheek
                      And I'm half crazy, Come on and love me baby

                      So you find me hard to handle, well I'm easier to hold
                      So you like my spurs that jingle and I never leave you cold
                      So I might steal your diamonds I'll bring you back some gold
                      I'm no angel

                      No I'm no angel, No I'm no stranger to the dark
                      Let me rock your cradle, Let me start a fire with your spark
                      Oh come on baby, Come and let me show you my tatoo
                      Let me drive you crazy, Come on and love me baby

                      So you don't give a darn about me, I never treat you bad
                      I won't ever lift a hand to hurt you & I'll always leave you glad
                      So I might steal your diamonds I'll bring you back some gold
                      I'm no angel

                      LEAD

                      No I'm no angel, No I'm no stranger to the dark
                      Let me rock your cradle, Let me start a fire in your heart
                      Oh come on baby, Come and let me show you my tatoo
                      Let me drive you crazy, Come on and love me baby



                      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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                      • Masters of War
                        Bob Dylan

                        Come you masters of war
                        You that build the big guns
                        You that build the death planes
                        You that build all the bombs
                        You that hide behind walls
                        You that hide behind desks
                        I just want you to know
                        I can see through your masks

                        You that never done nothin'
                        But build to destroy
                        You play with my world
                        Like it's your little toy
                        You put a gun in my hand
                        And you hide from my eyes
                        And you turn and run farther
                        When the fast bullets fly

                        Like Judas of old
                        You lie and deceive
                        A world war can be won
                        You want me to believe
                        But I see through your eyes
                        And I see through your brain
                        Like I see through the water
                        That runs down my drain

                        You fasten the triggers
                        For the others to fire
                        Then you set back and watch
                        When the death count gets higher
                        You hide in your mansion
                        As young people's blood
                        Flows out of their bodies
                        And is buried in the mud

                        You've thrown the worst fear
                        That can ever be hurled
                        Fear to bring children
                        Into the world
                        For threatening my baby
                        Unborn and unnamed
                        You ain't worth the blood
                        That runs in your veins

                        How much do I know
                        To talk out of turn
                        You might say that I'm young
                        You might say I'm unlearned
                        But there's one thing I know
                        Though I'm younger than you
                        Even Jesus would never
                        Forgive what you do

                        Let me ask you one question
                        Is your money that good
                        Will it buy you forgiveness
                        Do you think that it could
                        I think you will find
                        When your death takes its toll
                        All the money you made
                        Will never buy back your soul

                        And I hope that you die
                        And your death'll come soon
                        I will follow your casket
                        In the pale afternoon
                        And I'll watch while you're lowered
                        Down to your deathbed
                        And I'll stand o'er your grave
                        'Til I'm sure that you're dead
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                        "In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed. But they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love. They had 500 years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
                        —Orson Welles as Harry Lime

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                        • Heads Carolina, Tails California
                          Jo Dee Messina


                          Baby what do you say we just get lost
                          Leave this one horse town
                          Like two rebels without a cause
                          I got people in Boston,
                          Ain’t your daddy still in Des Moines
                          We can pack up tomorrow
                          Tonight lets flip a coin

                          Chorus:
                          Heads Carolina, Tails California
                          Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer
                          Up in the mountains, down by the ocean
                          Where it don’t matter, long as were going
                          Somewhere together, I’ve got a quarter
                          Heads Carolina, Tails California

                          We can load what we own in the back of a U-Haul van
                          Couple modern day Moses searchin' for the promise land
                          We can go four hundred miles before we stop for gas
                          We could drive for a day, and then take a look at the map

                          Chorus

                          Were gonna get out of here if we gotta ride a greyhound bus
                          Boy we’re bound to outrun the bad luck that’s tailing us

                          Chorus

                          Oh, California
                          Ooo, yea
                          Carolina
                          California
                          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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                          • down, where i'm going.

                            Now don't you worry none -
                            Leave this part of yourself behind
                            I'm giving you back to yourself
                            So should you make the change?
                            Or could you right them wrong?
                            For I cannot replace where I'm going -

                            So are you angry with me?
                            What could be better my love?
                            Have most of every thing for yourself
                            Hateful and deserved
                            Charlie Manson's eyes
                            Are looking through you back to myself
                            So should I act my age?
                            Or should I just right them wrong
                            For I cannot replace where I'm going
                            I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                            [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

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                            • Mother Europe (Ancient Rites)

                              Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation
                              The cradle of Europe where it all began
                              Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada
                              Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south

                              Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my hearts
                              Representing medieval Flemish pride
                              Brave Teutonic, French and English knights
                              Thy shining armour now long vanished
                              Thy glory, however, forever remains
                              Praised be the Scandinavian hordes
                              Once the nightmare of the Christian world

                              I talk not of mercy
                              I talk not of fear
                              The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom

                              Children of Italia
                              In ancient times “Roma Caput Mundi”
                              De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden
                              Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one

                              Mother Europe born from your womb
                              Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb

                              I talk not of mercy
                              I talk not of fear
                              The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
                              Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume
                              Leap from Europe’s bank and call Thee from the tomb

                              (Hail to the sons of eastern Europe
                              the Slavonian soul never fades)
                              Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
                              Where the Celtic dream still lives on

                              Shall be my tomb!

                              ARIS
                              Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)
                              Honoured be Thy deeds
                              Leading our tribes against the aggressor
                              Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
                              (But forever Thy blood in my veins)

                              Gracious Spartan civilisation
                              Eternally blessed Thy war spirit
                              Surrounded by thousands of Persians
                              “Molon lave” a final proud statement
                              (None of thee survived
                              but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting)

                              Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
                              Sad the day of your sacrifice
                              An example to your Celt tribe
                              Dying in solitude
                              (But Thy soul) forever in my heart

                              Remember the moment Jerusalem fell
                              The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror’s yell
                              The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared
                              The wealty we slaughtered, the lovely we spared

                              Aris! And Aris hone!
                              Mars! And Mars rose!

                              Geuzen der Lage Landen
                              Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam to Den Briel
                              Helden der Calvanistische droom
                              Nachtmerrie der Spaanse/Roomse overheerser
                              Voor eeuwig Uw Bloed in onze aderen
                              Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
                              Sad the day of your sacrifice

                              Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)
                              Honoured be Thy deeds
                              Leading our tribes against the aggressor
                              Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
                              Forever Thy Blood in my veins
                              Noble was your cause
                              Sad the day of your sacrifice
                              An example to our tribe
                              In een hoerekotje aan den overkant emmekik mijn bloem verloren,
                              In een hoerekotje aan den overkant bennekik mijn bloemeke kwijt

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                              • Aerosmith
                                Back In The Saddle


                                I'm back!
                                I'm back in the saddle again
                                I'm back!
                                I'm back in the saddle again

                                ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
                                I'm lookin' for old Sukie Jones, she crazy horse saloon
                                barkeep gimme a drink, that's when she caught my eye
                                she turned to give me a wink, that'd make a grown man cry

                                I'm back in the saddle again
                                I'm back!
                                I'm back in the saddle again
                                I'm back!

                                come easy, go easy, all right until the rising sun
                                I'm calling all the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
                                peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
                                four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
                                fools' gold out of their mines, the girls are soaking wet
                                no tongue's drier than mine, I'll come when I get back!

                                I'm back in the saddle again
                                I'm back!
                                I'm back in the saddle again
                                I'm ridin', I'm loadin' up my pistol
                                I'm ridin', I really got a fistful
                                I'm ridin', I'm shinin' up my saddle
                                I'm ridin', this snake is gonna rattle

                                I'm back in the saddle again
                                I'm back!
                                I'm back in the saddle again
                                I'm back!
                                ridin' high!
                                ridin' high!
                                ridin' high! already!
                                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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