You Can Tell Everybody, This Is Your Song - Lyrics

[Mr. Harley]

Poco - Crazy Love

Tonight I'm gonna break away
Just you wait and see
I'll never be imprisoned by
A faded memory

Just when I think I'm over her
This broken heart will mend
I hear her name and I have to cry
The tears come down again

It happens all the time
This crazy love of mine
Wraps around my heart
Refusin' to unwind
Ooh, ooh crazy love
ahhhh haaa

Count the stars in a summer sky
That fall without a sound
And then pretend that you can't hear
These teardrops comin' down

It happens all the time
This crazy love of mine
Wraps around my heart
Refusin' to unwind
Ooh, ooh crazy love
ahhhh haaa

Tonight I'm gonna break away
Just you wait and see
I'll never be imprisoned by
A faded memory

It happens all the time
This crazy love of mine
Wraps around my heart
Refusin' to unwind
Ooh, ooh crazy love
ahhhh haaa

Tonight I'm gonna break away



Enya - Only Time

Who can say
Where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time

And who can say
If your love grows
As your heart chose
Only time

Who can say
Why your heart sighs
As your love flies
Only time

And who can say
Why your heart cries
When your love lies
Only time

Who can say
When the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart

And who can say
When the day sleeps
If the night keeps
All your heart

Night keeps all your heart

Who can say
If your love grows
As your heart chose
Only time

And who can say
Where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time

Who knows
Only time
Who knows
Only time

[boann]

Willie Nelson
You Remain

What do you do with the sands of time
When they carve out lines around your eyes
I can close my fists up good and tight
But I can’t hold back the sands of time

What do you do with a memory
That just hangs around and stares at me
I can tear that frame down off the wall
But it won’t erase the things I saw

Night and day
Night and day
You remain
You remain

What do you do with old regrets
There’s a box full underneath the bed
Just close enough not to forget
But what do you do with old regrets

There’s an old house key in a kitchen drawer
To the door I can’t unlock no more
Sometimes I hold that key real tight
But what do you do after goodbye

Night and day
Night and day
You remain
You remain

Night and day
Night and day
You remain
You remain

[SlowwHand]

For TCO

I'd Rather Have A Bottle In Front Of Me
Randy Hanzlick

Jimmy and I were brothers.
We went down different paths.
Jimmy always listened to my mother,
And me, I never like to take a bath.

As we grew and tumbled through adulthood
The pressure caused emotional drain.
So now I'm slowly dying in the bottle
and Jimmy has to live with half a brain.

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me,
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy.
Just different ways to kill the pain the same.

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy.
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane.

Jimmy let his troubles drive him crazy.
He never tried to drown it in a drink.
I know that drinking makes my thinking hazy,
But at least I still have brains enough to think.

Jimmy's got a brain that isn't stable.
He doesn't have the sense to say his name.
I'm sorry that his doctor was unable
To remove the proper portion of his brain.

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me,
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy.
Just different ways to kill the pain the same.

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy.
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane.

Funny how the world works.
People can be real jerks.
Some prefer the tension over booze.

Either way it ends the same.
Hard to beat the living game.
Might as well enjoy it while you lose.

When I need a drink I start to shiver
And Jimmy always viewed it with concern.
But I'd rather have cirrhosis of the liver
Than an intellect that's second to a fern.

I wonder if old Jimmy's gonna hear it
When I tell him that his logic wasn't sound.
They'll dose him up on lots of evil spirits
When they take him to the psychiatric grounds.

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me,
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy.
Just different ways to kill the pain the same.

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy.
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane.
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane!

[Sikander]

Artist: Mr. Bungle
Song Title: Pink Cigarette
Album: California

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Hush me, touch me
Perfume, the wind and the leaves
Hush me, touch me
The burns, the holes in the sheets

I'm hoping the smoke
Hides the shame I've got on my face
Cognac and broken glass
All these years I've been your ashtray

Not today

I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything But me

Hush me, touch me
Champagne, your hair in the breeze
Hush me, touch me
Lipstick, a slap on my cheek

Your eyes cried at last
Told me everything I was afraid to ask
Now I'm dressed in white
And you've burned me for the last time

This ain't the last tine

You'll find a note and you'll see my silhouette...

There's just 5 hours left until you find me dead
There's just 4 hours left until you find me dead
There's just 3 hours left until you find me dead
There's just 2 hours left until you find me dead
There's 1 more hour and then you will find me dead
There's just.....................

[SlowwHand]

Travelin' Soldier
Dixie Chicks

Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth a café there
Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I've got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's comin home

So the letters came
From an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be lovin'
All of the things he was so scared of
Said when it's gettin kinda rough over here
I think about that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home

(Martie's fiddle break - Emily's dobro break)

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For the list of the local Vietnam dead
Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was the piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and no body really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's comin

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's comin home

[molly bloom]

Friendship

Prime Artist: Judy Garland (b. Frances Ethel Gumm)
Vocal: Johnny Mercer

Written by: Cole Porter (C. Albert P.)

From the Show: DuBarry Was A Lady 1939 (S)

Lyrics:

If you’re ever in a jam, here I am. If you’re ever in a mess, S.O.S.
If you’re so happy, you land in jail. I’m your bail.
It’s friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships are soon forgot, ours will still be hot.
Da da da da da da dig dig dig.

If you’re ever down a well, ring my bell. If you’re ever up a tree, just phone to me.
If you ever loose your teeth when you’re out to dine, borrow mine.
It’s friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships are soon forgeet, ours will still be great.
Loddle doddle chuck chuck chaa.

If they ever black you’re eyes, put me wise. If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose.
And if they ever put a bullet through your brain, Ill complain.
It’s friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships are soon forgit, ours will still be it.
Ah loddle doddle hip hap hap.

If you ever loose your mind, I’ll be kind. And if you ever loose your shirt, I’ll be hurt.
If you’re ever in a mill and get sawed in half, I won’t laugh.
It’s friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships are are up the crick, ours will still be slick.
Ah loddle doddle woof woof woof, hep hep hep, chopp chop chop, dig dig dig.

Good evening friends.

Magazine: The Light Pours Out Of Me
Lyrics:

Time flies
Time crawls
Like an insect
Up and down the walls

The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me

The conspiracy
Of silence ought
To revolutionise
My thought

The light pours out of me ...

The cold light of day
Pours out of me
Leaving me black
And so healthy

The light pours out of me ...

It jerks out of me
Like blood
In this still life
Heart beats up love

The light pours out of me ...

[curtsibling]

Through the Skies

By CRYONIC TEMPLE

In the morning my engines are hot,
I am ready to fly,
Scan horizon, I see a black spot,
And the hunt has begun!

Throttle up I 'm clear for a fight,
Hear my engines they roar,
Closing up my guns are prepared,
They are the bringer of death!

Never gonna give up!
Always clear for attack!
Save your prayers in the sky!
In the sky you will die!

Through the skies!
I will fly on my wings made of steel!
Through the skies!
I will go behind enemy lines!
Through the skies!
I'm fast! I 'm mean! I am steel!
Through the skies!
To the end of the line I will fly!

Tails in sight you always can try
To hide in the clouds,
There's no use it's only one way,
To the ground you will go!

I am pulling the trigger of death,
The time is now short,
Feel the flames that burns in your back,
This was your last attack!

Never gonna give up,
Always clear for attack,
Save your prayers in the sky,
In the sky you will die!

Through the skies!
I will fly on my wings made of steel!
Through the skies!
I will go behind enemy lines!
Through the skies!
I'm fast! I 'm mean! I am steel!
Through the skies!
To the end of the line I will fly!

[SlowwHand]

Two For Tuesday; Lorrie Morgan

I Guess You Had To Be There


Hello, honey, how was your day?
Well, you're sure in a good mood tonight,
Oh, by the way,
I was downtown this afternoon
And I saw the most amazing sight.

Through the window of a small cafe,
I saw a man and a woman holdin' hands
And they looked so in love,
It took my breath away,
Can't you see it, don't you understand?

Chorus:
Well (So), I guess you had to be there,
You really had to be there,
Some things you just can't explain,
It's just not the same,
I guess you had to be there.

I just stood there, my heart pounding,
I couldn't move, all I could do was stare,
I kept remembering,
When we used to look like that,
Two people with so much to share.

They were talkin' and they were laughin',
Just like we used to do everyday,
Then he kissed her so tenderly,
What's the matter?
You don't have much to say.

Repeat Chorus:

And as I watched you with your new love,
I hadn't seen you that happy in years,
We've drifted so far apart
And it's hard to admit it,
But there's nothin' left for you here.

Repeat Chorus:

I guess you had to be there.

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Something In Red

I'm looking for something in red
Something that's shocking to turn someone's head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock the man dead
I'm looking for something in red

I'm looking for something in green
Something to outdo an ex-high school queen
Jealousy comes in the color of jade
Do you have some pumps and a purse in this shade
And a perfume that whispers please come back to me
I'm looking for something in green

I'm looking for something in white
Something that shimmers in soft candlelight
Everyone calls us the most perfect pair
Should I wear a veil or a rose in my hair
Well the train must be long and the waist must be tight
I'm looking for something in white

I'm looking for something in blue
Something real tiny, the baby's brand new
He has his father's nose and his chin
We once were hot lovers now we're more like friends
Don't tell me that just what old married folk do
I'm looking for something in blue

I'm looking for something in red
Like the one that I wore when I first turned his head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Just a size larger than I wore last year
The guaranteed number to knock the man dead
I'm looking for something
I've gotta have something
I'm looking for something in red

[curtsibling]

The War Of Wrath

By BATTLELORE

The northern winds,
Of baneful colds,
Forever night,
Of northern lights.

In the Elder Days!
Margoth's realm in Northern Waste,
Great threat to Arda's child,
The War of Wrath is to become!

Centuries of forlorn fight,
Last hope, the aid divine,
Guardian of the world,
Gods of justice and light,
Came and defeated the one,
The master of disharmony!

All ablaze by the glory of their arms!
Swell of the trumpets filled the sky!
Morgoth banished from the Middle-earth!
His reign, never shall rise again!

In the Elder Days!
Margoth's realm in Northern Waste,
Great threat to Arda's child,
The War of Wrath is to become!

All ablaze by the glory of their arms!
Swell of the trumpets filled the sky!
Morgoth banished from the Middle-earth!
His reign, never shall rise again!

[molly bloom]

Track Title: Let's Misbehave

Artist: Ben Bernie Written by: Cole Porter (C. Albert P.)

Outtake from: Paris 1928 (S)

Lyrics:

We're all alone,
No chaperone
Can get our number...
The world's in slumber;

Let's misbehave!

There's something wild
About you, child,
That's so contagious...
Let's be outrageous:

Let's misbehave!

When Adam won Eve's hand,
He wouldn't stand
For teasin'...
He didn't care about those apples out of season.
They say the spring
Means just one thing
To little love birds.
We're not above birds:

Let's misbehave!

(Chorus)

If you'd be just so sweet
And only meet
Your fate, dear,
It would be the great event of twenty twenty-eight, dear.

(Chorus)

Let's misbehave!


Artist: Son House

Song: Death Letter Blues

Lyrics:

Hey, I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man
I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man

I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
"Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead"
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
"Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead"

I grabbed my suitcase, I took off, up the road
I got there, she was laying on the cooling board
I grabbed my suitcase, I took on up the road
I got there, she was laying on the cooling board

Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face
Good old gal, you got to lay here till Judgment Day
I walked up close, and I looked down in her face
Yes, been a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day

Oh, my woman so black, she stays apart of this town
Can't nothin' "go" when the poor girl is around
My black mama stays apart of this town
Oh, can't nothing "go" when the poor girl is around

Oh, some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad (note 1)
It's the worst old feelin' that I ever had
Some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad
Buddy, the worst old feelin', Lord, I ever had

Hmmm, I fold my arms, and I walked away
"That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday"
I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away
Say, "That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday"

Patti Smith: Piss Factory

Lyrics:

Sixteen and time to pay off
I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe
Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week
But it's a paycheck, Jack.
It's so hot in here, hot like Sahara
You could faint in the heat
But these *****es are just too lame to understand
Too goddamned grateful to get this job
To know they're getting screwed up the ass
All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium
And the way they suck hot sausage
But me well I wasn't sayin' too much neither
I was moral school girl hard-working *******
I figured I was speedo motorcycle
I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough

But no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,]
You gotta find the rhythm within
Floor boss slides up to me and he says
"Hey sister, you just movin' too fast,
You screwin' up the quota,
You doin' your piece work too fast,
Now you get off your mustang sally
You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere."
I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar
And walk up to hot sh!t Dot Hook and I say
"Hey, hey sister it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow,
There's always more labour after."
She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says
"There's one reason. There's one reason.
You do it my way or I push your face in.
We knee you in the john if you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally,
If you don't shake it up baby." Shake it up, baby. Twist & shout"
Oh that I could will a radio here. James Brown singing
"I Lost Someone" or the Jesters and the Paragons
And Georgie Woods the guy with the goods and Guided Missiles ...
But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window,
Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster,
Where I look down, look at sweet Theresa's convent
All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round
With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning.
Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there
Down there not having crystal smooth
Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel
Not having to worry about the [inspeed] the dogma the [inspeed] of labor
They look pretty damn free down there,
And the way they smell, the way they smell
And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat
I would rather smell the way boys smell--
Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall
That odor rising roses and ammonia
And way their d!cks droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel me against the wheel
Oh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane
In steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same--
Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degrees
But I will never faint, I will never faint
They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint
I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down
Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me
Every afternoon like the last one
Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook
And yeah we look the same
Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin'
But you know she got nothin' to hide
And I got something to hide here called desire
I got something to hide here called desire
And I will get out of here--
You know the fiery potion is just about to come
In my nose is the taste of sugar
And I got nothin' to hide here save desire
And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here
I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train,
I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City
I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City,
I'm gonna be so bad I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return,
Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factory
And I will travel light.
Oh, watch me now.

[curtsibling]

Disdaining Fortune

By REBELLION

Hail Hail Hail Macbeth!

"Macdonwald I'll take your head and hold it to the sky!"

Brothers look down in the valley
The traitors are strong their numbers are great
here we are we won't surrender
Fight for glory or meet our fate

Macbeth traitor know my name
I will take your head in shame
I kill those who do betray
Come now come and make my day

For my King and for Scotland into battle I ride
Disdaining Fortune
Brothers march at my side
King Duncan you rule all hail to thy name
Disdaining fortune
For Scotland's fame

Into battle anger in my brain
I fight like a madman insane
Like a lion feasting on the prey
I will just take your life away

I bathe in your reeking wounds
I slay bloody life too soon
I drink blood of enemies
I kill in perfect harmony

For my King and for Scotland into battle I ride
Disdaining Fortune
Brothers march at my side
King Duncan you rule all hail to thy name
Disdaining fortune
For Scotland's fame

[cinch]

And my favourite communist anthem from the prairies :

Share The Land (The Guess Who)
(Cummings)

Have you been around
Have you done your share of coming down
On different things that people do
Have you been aware
You got brothers and sisters who care
About what’s gonna happen to you
In a year from now...

Maybe I’ll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I’ll be there to share the land
That they’ll be giving away
When we all live together.

Did you pay your dues
Did you read the news
This morning when the paper landed in your yard
Do you know their names
Can you play their games
Without losing track
And coming down a bit too hard...

Shake your hand, share the land
Shake your hand, share the land
You know I’ll be standing by
To help you if you worry....

[SlowwHand]

Rock & Roll Soul
Grand Funk Railroad

We're having a party, yeah, yeah, everybody's invited,
The new generation along with the old.
If you could get with it just a little more, it don't take much tryin',
You'll find out if you've got some rock & roll soul, baby.


Ain't everybody in the world. So when you know what you got, let everybody know,
You got some rock & roll soul.
So when you know what you got, let everybody know,
You got some rock & roll soul.


I know it when I'm feelin' groovy,
It's kind of funky like an old-time movie.
I can feel it and it's really something,
It's really something when my heart starts pumpin', yeah.


Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.


Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.
Tell everybody you know, you got some rock 'n roll soul.

[curtsibling]

Killing Machine

By JUDAS PRIEST

I never give no answers, I never tell no lies
I never walk a straight line, so I never get surprised
I don't ask no favors so I won't get abused
I learned to win when I was young, so I'm never ever gonna lose!

They pay me the money - and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract, on you

I never ask no questions, I never speak my mind
I always found that silence helps to keep me and my kind alive
I take care of business, It takes care of me
I look after myself and do it well
Because somebody's always looking for me!

They pay me the money - and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

What manner of man am I?
A gun, lump sum and then I move on
What manner of man are you?
You stab a friend's back to jump a queue

I do what I do 'cos I can't do nothing better
You do what you do, just defendin' yourself

'cos you ain't got nothin' better to do!

I got no place, no name, I'm just a killing machine
I keep the population down, if you know what I mean
I never stop in one place, I move about the cities
Got expensive tastes, but I hasten to add that I'm the best that there is!

They pay me the money - and I'll do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

I got a contract on you
I got a contract on you

[self biased]

Control It, static-x.

Everybody, soul and body cold
All this sickness, you lost control
You can't get it
You just don't get it, no
You can't get it
You got zero

Look within me, am I evil enough
Memories bring tears of years old
You can't get it
You just don't get it, no
You can't get it
You got zero

Life - you take it
Lies - you fake it
Suffer - within me
Torn - you break it
Life - control it
Lies - withhold it
Suffer - you're skinny
Torn - you're wasted

Kids with defects
We're all rejects, so
Don't forget it, cold inside
You can't get it
You just don't get it, no
You can't get it
You got zero

Break this take control
Take this I control it
Break this take control
Take this I control it


Destroy All, Static-X.

You got something to say
Better off stay away
My head's a loaded gun
Waiting to go off

You keep your eyes on yourself
You slit you throat with your guilt
My hands are ringing necks
In my waking thoughts

Destroy, destroy all