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  • You Can Tell Everybody, This Is Your Song - Lyrics

    Lyrics, Chapter 16.
    Welcome to 2004.


    Do You Believe in Magic
    Lovin' Spoonful



    Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart
    How the music can free her, whenever it starts
    And it's magic, if the music is groovy
    It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie
    I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free your soul
    But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll

    If you believe in magic don't bother to choose
    If it's jug band music or rhythm and blues
    Just go and listen it'll start with a smile
    It won't wipe off your face no matter how hard you try
    Your feet start tapping and you can't seem to find
    How you got there, so just blow your mind

    If you believe in magic, come along with me
    We'll dance until morning 'til there's just you and me
    And maybe, if the music is right
    I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night
    And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see
    How the magic's in the music and the music's in me

    Yeah, do you believe in magic
    Yeah, believe in the magic of a young girl's soul
    Believe in the magic of rock and roll
    Believe in the magic that can set you free
    Ohh, talking 'bout magic

    Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in magic
    Do you believe like I believe Do you believe, believer
    Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in magic
    {Fade}
    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
    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.
    Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh

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    • #3
      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."
      Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We are evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go. I'm surprised you didn't know that. --Saul Tigh

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      • #4
        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)


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        • #5
          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.
          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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          • #6
            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
            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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            • #7
              -------------------------------------
              Song:Fred Jones pt. 2 (live at The Fillmore)
              Artist:Ben Folds
              -------------------------------------
              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
              Jon Miller-
              I AM.CANADIAN
              GENERATION 35: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment.

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              • #8
                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?



                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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                • #9
                  too many good lyrics from Ben folds

                  -------------------------------------
                  Song:The Ascent of Stan
                  Artist:Ben Folds
                  Album:Rockin' the Suburbs
                  -------------------------------------
                  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
                  Jon Miller-
                  I AM.CANADIAN
                  GENERATION 35: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment.

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                  • #10
                    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
                    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
                      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
                      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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                      • #12
                        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
                        He's got the Midas touch.
                        But he touched it too much!
                        Hey Goldmember, Hey Goldmember!

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                        • #13
                          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
                          He's got the Midas touch.
                          But he touched it too much!
                          Hey Goldmember, Hey Goldmember!

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                          • #14
                            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
                            Attached Files
                            Hi, I'm RAH and I'm a Benaholic.-rah

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                            • #15
                              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
                              Welcome to earth, my name is Tia and I'll be your tour guide for this trip.
                              Succulent and Bejeweled Mother Goddess, who is always moisturised yet never greasy, always patient yet never suffers fools~Starchild
                              Dragons? Yup- big flying lizards with an attitude. ~ Laz
                              You are forgiven because you are FABULOUS ~ Imran

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