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**Sprayber** · January 1, 2004, 17:21

What I Listened To As The Clock Struck 12

Blues Man
Hank Williams Jr.

I'm just a singer a natural born guitar ringer
kind of a clinger to sad old songs.

I'm not a walk behind'er,
I'm a new note finder
but my name's a reminder
of a bluesman thats already gone.

So I started drinking,
took things that messed up my thinking
I was sure sinking when you came along.

I was alone in the hot lights,
not too much left in sight
but she changed all that one night
when she sang me this song.

Hey baby I love you.
Hey baby I need you.
Hey baby you ain't got to prove to me
your some kind of macho man.

You've wasted so much of your life
running through the dark nights
let me shine some love light
down on this bluesman

I got so sick from speeding
all the stuff they said I was needed
if I was to keep pleasing all of my fans.

I got cuffed on dirt roads.
I got sued over no shows
but she came and took all that ole load
down off this bluesman.

Hey baby I love you too.
Hey baby I need you.
Hey baby I do get tired
of this traveling band.

I'm thirty years old now
nights would be cold now
if you hadn't stuck it out
in this bluesman.

I'm thirty years old now,
nights sure would be cold now
if you hadn't hung around
for this bluesman.

**Sprayber** · January 1, 2004, 17:26

What I Danced To

Wonderful Tonight
Eric Clapton

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.
And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."

I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."

**Bereta_Eder** · January 1, 2004, 21:18

this song has stuck to my brain and won't go away

Star Academy 2
Paris Latino

Refrain
Que bueno, que rico, que lindo
Paris latino
Que bueno, que rico, que lindo
Paris latino
Bandolero rock
Bandolero choc
Bandolero rock
Bandolero choc

Joséphine blanche, robe rouge et noire
Danse avec le reflet du miroir
Arrivée direct from Mexico Don Diego de La Vega
Z comme Zorro
Ca se bouscule dans les couloirs
Les poseurs, les voyeurs
Tous ceux qui aiment s'faire voir
Tout le monde est là
Même ceux qu'on attend pas la playmate du mois
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Oh Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Que linda esta

Au milieu de tout ça, il y a nous, il y a moi et
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Doctor B, ah that's me)

Yes yes show
You don't stop
So come on come on
Let's see rock rock

Joséphine blanche, robe rouge et noire
Amoureuse folle du reflet dans le miroir
Repartie direct to Mexico Don Diego de La Vega
Sa cape son bandeau
Plus personne dans les couloirs, les poseurs
Les voyeurs sont allés s'faire voir
Odeur de tabac, de cendriers froids
Les parfums sucrés de Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Miss Cha Cha Cha
Que linda esta

Au milieu de tout ça, il y a nous, il y a moi et
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Doctor B, ah that's me)

Yes yes show
We don't stop
So come on come on
Let's see rock rock

Refrain (x2)

Au milieu de tout ça, il y a nous, il y a moi et
(Paris latino)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Paris latino)
Au milieu de tout ça, il y a nous, il y a moi et
(Don't forget me, I'm doctor B...)
Verre sur verre de Cuba libre
(Doctor B, ah that's me)

**SlowwHand** · January 2, 2004, 18:03

Your Song
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those, who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again no,
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope don't you mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses, well thy've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,
It's for people like you, that keep it turned on.

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the things, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

**SlowwHand** · January 2, 2004, 18:04

A Song For You
Leon Russell

I've been so many places in my life and time
I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme
I've acted out my love in stages
With ten thousand people watching
But we're alone now and I'm singin' this song for you

I know your image of me is what I hope to be
I've treated you unkindly but baby can't you see (baby can't you see now)
There's no one more important to me (baby)
Baby can't you please see through me
'cause we're alone now and I'm singin' this song for you

You taught me precious secrets of the truth, withholdin' nothin'
You came out in front and I was hiding
But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together
Listen to the melody (listen to the melody) cause my love's in there hiding

I love you in a place where there's no space or time
I love you for my life, you are a friend of mine (you are a friend of mine)
And when my life is over, remember when we were together
We were alone and I was singin' this song for you
We were alone and I was singin' this song for you
We were alone and I was singin' this song, singin' this song for you

**Jon Miller** · January 3, 2004, 05:05

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Song:Fred Jones pt. 2 (live at The Fillmore)
Artist:Ben Folds
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Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow
that waits in the hall
he has cleared all his things
and he's put them in boxes
things that remind him
that life has been good
twenty five years
he's worked at the paper
a man's here
to take him downstairs
and I'm sorry,
Mr. Jones,
It's time
there was no party
and there were no songs
cause today's just a day
like the day that he started
and no one is left here
that knows his first name
yeah and life barrels on
like a runaway train
where the passengers change
they don't change anything
you get off
someone else can get on
and I'm sorry,
Mr. Jones,
It's time
the streetlight
it shines through the shades
casting lines on the floor
and lines on his face
he reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out
and goes to the basement
projecting some slides
onto a plain white canvas
and traces it,
fills in the spaces
he turns off the slides
and it doesn't look right
yeah, and all of these bastards
have taken his place
he's forgotten, but not yet gone
and I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
and I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
and I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time

JOn Miller

**SlowwHand** · January 4, 2004, 13:54

LIL' RED RIDING HOOD
Sam the Sham

Owoooooooo!
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood.
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You're everything a big bad wolf could want.
Listen to me.

Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone.
Owoooooooo!

What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

What full lips you have.
They're sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.

I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone.
Owoooooooo!

Little Red Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't.
Owoooooooo!

What a big heart I have-the better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good.
I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side.
Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.
Owoooooooo! I mean baaaaaa! Baaa?

**Jon Miller** · January 4, 2004, 15:10

too many good lyrics from Ben folds

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Song:The Ascent of Stan
Artist:Ben Folds
Album:Rockin' the Suburbs
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Pangs of silence
From the room upstairs
How’s the view there?
Do you read what they’re saying about you?
That you’re no fun
Since the war was won
In fact, you have become all of the things you’ve always run away from
The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can
So where’d the years go?
All the time we had?
Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight
And you wonder why your father was so resigned
Now you don’t wonder any more
The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can
Stan: Once you wanted revolution
Stan: Now you’re the institution
Stan: How’s it feel to be the man?
It’s no fun to be the man
And now, watch it all go down
The ascent of Stan
Textbook hippie man
(Stan)
Textbook hippie man
Get rest while you can
Stan: Once you wanted revolution
Stan: Now you’re the institution
Stan: How’s it feel to be the man?
It’s no fun to be the man

Jon Miller

**SlowwHand** · January 5, 2004, 09:50

Watching The Wheels
John Lennon

People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that I'm o.k. they look at me kind of strange
Surely you're not happy now you no longer play the game

People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell them that I'm doing fine watching shadows on the wall
Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball?

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels fo round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

People asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them there's no problem, only solutions
Well they shake their heads and look at me as if I've lost my mind
I tell them there's no hurry...
I'm just sitting here doing time

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels fo round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

**SlowwHand** · January 5, 2004, 20:01

Dion And The Belmonts
Abraham, Martin, And John

Anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
You know I just looked around and he's gone

Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
I just looked around and he's gone

Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
I just looked around and he's gone

Didn't you love the things that they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free
Some day soon, it's gonna be one day

Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill
With Abraham, Martin, and John

**Sikander** · January 5, 2004, 21:26

Singapore

We sail tonight for singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor, took off to the land of nod
Drank with all the chinamen, walked the sewers of paris
I danced along a colored wind, dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

We sail tonight for singapore, don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die, when you hear the children cry
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose, while making feet for children shoes
Through the alley, back from hell, when you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me

Wipe him down with gasoline, 'til his arms are hard and mean
From now on boy this iron boat's your home
So heave away, boys

We sail tonight for singapore, take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door, the whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam, they all become italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth, get yourself a dollar's worth
Away boys, away boys, heave away

The captain is a one-armed dwarf, he's throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king
So take this ring

We sail tonight for singapore, we're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor, took off to the land of nod
Drank with all the chinamen, walked the sewers of paris
I drank along a colored wind, i dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

Written by: Tom Waits

**Sikander** · January 5, 2004, 22:06

9th & Hennepin

Well it's 9th and hennepin
All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddam town is ready to blow
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs

And the horses are coming down violin road
And dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept there
And i'm lost in the window
And i hide in the stairway
And i hang in the curtain
And i sleep in your hat

And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away she said
Such a crumbling beauty
Ah, there's nothing wrong with her a hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the southern pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who'll listen

I've seen it all
I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train

Written by: Tom Waits

**Grandpa Troll** · January 5, 2004, 22:36

Originally posted by SlowwHand
Your Song
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those, who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again no,
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope don't you mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses, well thy've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,
It's for people like you, that keep it turned on.

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the things, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

I am a 70's dude and although I dont agree with his "Lifestyle" choices, I do think he is a super talented individual..speaking of Reginald that is..

Eldeberry Wine

Crocodile Rock

Philadelphia Freedom

Benny & The Jets

to name a few

Peace

Grandpa Troll

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**Tiamat** · January 5, 2004, 22:51

And in keeping with the Elton John note............

The Bitc* is Back

I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitc* gets back

Eat meat on Friday that's alright
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitc* the best at your social do's
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue

I'm a *****, I'm a bitc*
Oh the bitc* is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitc*, I can bitc*
`Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do

I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my God, what's that
Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitc* gets back

I'm a *****, I'm a bitc*
Oh the bitc* is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitc*, I can bitc*
`Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do

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