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seanz
08-23-2008, 07:34 PM
Came in last night at half past ten
That baby of mine wouldnt let me in
So move it on over (move it on over)
Move it on over (move it on over)
Move over little dog cause the big dogs moving in

Shes changed the lock on my front door
My door key dont fit no more
So get it on over (move it on over)
Scoot it on over (move it on over)
Move over skinny dog cause the fat dogs moving in

This dog house here is mighty small
But its better than no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog cause a new dogs moving in

She told me not to play around
But I done let the deal go down
So pack it on over (move it on over)
Tote it on over (move it on over)
Move over nice dog cause a mad dogs moving in

She warned me once, she warned me twice
But I dont take no ones advice
So scratch it on over (move it on over)
Shake it on over (move it on over)
Move over short dog cause the tall dogs moving in

Shell crawl back to me on her knees
Ill be busy scratching fleas
So slide it on over (move it on over)
Sneak it on over (move it on over)
Move over good dog cause a mad dogs moving in

Remember pup, before you whine
That sides yours and this sides mine
So shove it on over (move it on over)
Sweep it on over (move it on over)
Move over cold dog cause a hot dogs moving in

Just saying..........

Paul Pless
08-23-2008, 07:50 PM
Yeah
Yeah
There's a red house, over yonder
That's where my baby stays
Yeah
There's a red house over yonder, baby
That's where my baby stays

I ain't been home to see my baby
In about a ninety-nine and one half days
It's about time to see her
Wait minute something's wrong
This key won't unlock this door
Wait a minute something's wrong, baby
The key won't unlock the door
Yeah
I got a bad bad feeling
That my baby don't live here no more
She ain't comin' about is she
That's alright i still got my guitar

Look out baby
Yeah, look out
Yeah that's alright
Yeah haha

I might as well a go on back down
Go back across yonder over the hill
Might as well go back over yonder
Way back over yonder across the hill
That's where i came from

Cause if my baby don't love me no more
I know here sister will!
Yeah

Yeah!

cs
08-23-2008, 07:53 PM
Move It On Over (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFkEyvhkqpc)

Chad

seanz
08-24-2008, 11:47 PM
Howling at the Moon

I know there's never been a man in the awful shape I'm in
I can't even spell my name my head's in such a spin
Today I tried to eat a steak with a big old table spoon
You got me chasin' rabbits walkin' on my hands and howlin' on the moon
Well Sug I took one look at you and it almost drove me mad
And then I even want and lost what little sense I had
Now I can't tell the day from night I'm crazy as a loon
You got me chasin' rabbits pullin' out my hair and howlin' at the moon

Some friends of mine asked me to go out on a huntin' spree
Cause there ain't a hounddog in this state that can hold a light to me
I ate three bones for dinner today I tried to tree a coon
You got me chasin' rabbits I'm cratchin' fleas and howlin' at the moon

I rode my horse to town today and a gaspump we did pass
I pulled him up and I hollered whoa and I said fill him up with gas
The man picked up a monkey wrench and wham he changed my tune
You got me chasin' rabbitts spittin' out teeth and howlin' at the moon
I never thought in this old world a fool could fall so hard
But honey baby when I fell the whole world must have jarred
I think I'd quit my doggish ways if I'd take me for your groom
You got me chasin' rabbitts pickin' out rings and howlin' at the moon The man's honest and to the point.

skuthorp
08-25-2008, 12:02 AM
Carson Robinson.
Life get's tejus, don't it?

1. The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
The hands on the clock keep goin' around,
I just get up and it's time to lay down,
Life gets teejus', don't it?
2. My shoe's untied, but I don't really care,
I ain't a-figurin' on goin' nowhere.
I'd have to wash and comb my hair,
That's just wasted effort.
3. Water in the well gets lower and lower,
Ain't had a bath fer a month 'er more,
But I've heard it said, and it's true I'm shore,
That too much bathing'll weaken you.
4. I open the door and the flies swarm in,
I shut the door and I'm sweatin' agin.
I move too fast and I crack my shin,
Just one dern thing after another.
5. My old brown mule, he must be sick,
I jabbed him in the rump with a pin on a stick.
He humped his back, but he wouldn't kick,
There's somethin' cock-eyed somewhere.
6. There's a mouse a-gnawin' at the pantry door,
He's bin at it fer a month 'er more.
When he gets through, boy will he be sore!
There ain't a durn thing in thar.
7. Hound dog howlin' so forelorn,
Laziest dog that ever was born.
He's howlin' 'cause he's settin' on a thorn,
And just too tired to roll over.
8. The tin roof leaks and the chimney leans,
There's a hole in the seat of my old blue jeans,
And I've et the last of them pork and beans,
Just cain't depend on nothin'.
9. Cow's gone dry and the hens won't lay,
Fish quit bitin' last Saturday,
Troubles pile up day by day,
And now I'm gettin' dandruff.
10. Grief and mis'ry, pains and woes,
Debts and taxes, and so it goes.
I think I'm gettin' a cold in the nose, (Ahhh Chooo!)
Life gets tasteless, don't it?
words & music:Unknown

seanz
08-26-2008, 08:38 PM
Rain Dogs

(Rain Dogs studio version, 1985)

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine with all the rain dogs
Taxi, we'd rather walk
Huddle a doorway with the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away all of the lights
We've always been out of our minds

The rum pours strong and thin
Beat out the dustman with the rain dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train
Give my umbrella to the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You'll never be going back home

Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You'll never be going back home

A personal favourite, topical too.

WTF
08-26-2008, 08:59 PM
Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I cant see or feel - like a man been tainted
Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse
Too in touch with myself - I light the fuse

Im the changingman - built on shifting sands
Im the changingman - waiting for the bang-
As I light a bitter fuse

Time is on loan - only ours to borrow
What I cant be today - I can be tomorrow

And the more I see - the more I know
The more I know - the less I understand.

Im the changingman - built on shifting sands
Im the changingman - waiting for the bang-
To light a bitter fuse

Its a bigger part -
When our instincts act
A shot in the dark -
A movement in black

And the more I see - the more I know
The more I know - the less I understand.

Im the changingman - built on shifting sands
(I dont have a plan)
Im the changingman - waiting for the bang-
To light a bitter fuse


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1cum0R0SAE

seanz
08-26-2008, 09:31 PM
Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
Cos its the one well never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things youve never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
But its up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
Its enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmospheres a fine blend of ice -
Im almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole streets belief in sundays roast beef
Gets dashed against the co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
Its a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
Its at the moment bound for nowhere -
Just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
But Id sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.

and that's how I like my Jam.

WTF
08-26-2008, 09:55 PM
Ring! ring! its 7:00 a.m.!
Move yself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too
Must get up an learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.m., the f.m. the p.m. too
Churning out that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme honda, gimme sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong kong dollars and indian cents
English pounds and eskimo pence

You lot! what?
Dont stop! give it all you got!
You lot! what?
Dont stop! yeah!

Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
Shes seen the ads, she thinks its nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that its time for the bus
We got to work - an youre one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk

When can I tell em wot I do?
In a second, maaan...oright chuck!

Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
Its our profit, its his loss
But anyway lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thanng!
Cheeesboiger!

What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin gypsies on the pavement
Now the news - snap to attention!
The lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge
Or a fridge in the car?
Like cowboys do - in t.v. land

You lot! what? dont stop. huh?

So get back to work an sweat some more
The sun will sink an well get out the door
Its no good for man to work in cages
Hits the town, he drinks his wages
Youre frettin, youre sweatin
But did you notice you aint gettin?
Dont you ever stop long enough to start?
To take your car outta that gear
Dont you ever stop long enough to start?
To get your car outta that gear
Karlo marx and fredrich engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence

What have we got? yeh-o, magnificence!!

Luther king and mahatma gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win 50-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and milhous nixon
Both went the same way - through the kitchen
Plato the greek or rin tin tin
Whos more famous to the billion millions?
News flash: vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie
Oooohh...bub-bye

Magnificence!!

Fucking long, innit?


I'll take your Jam and I'll raise you a Clash. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpJuE9-nZMQ

SaltyD from BC
08-26-2008, 11:22 PM
The Clash meets South Park. Ha haahaha. ..

But you swore. Ummm

WTF
08-26-2008, 11:42 PM
The Smiths might be more appropriate for the South Park thing, I admit.

The sweary word is part of the lyrics.:o honest

so here's one with no words, so I can't offend (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEGxWWctBtw)

:)
And you thought you couldn't pick up chick if you played the accordian.

seanz
09-02-2008, 03:53 AM
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies, Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in
Don't fence me in

...

P.I. Stazzer-Newt
09-02-2008, 04:08 AM
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PeterSibley
09-02-2008, 04:48 AM
The Factory Lad
(Colin Dryden)

You wake up in the morning and dawn's as black as night
Your mother shouting up the stairs and you know she's winning the fight
So you'd best venture out of your bed, me lad, for you know it's getting late
And it's down the stairs and up the road and through the factory gate

Chorus
Turning steel how do you feel
As in the chuck you spin?
If you felt like me you'd roll right out
And never roll back in

It's wet and bleak, the morning as you squeeze in through the gate
As you clock on, your bell will ring, eight hours is your fate
Off comes your coat all wet and cold and "Right, lads" is the cry
With an eye on the clock and the other on your lathe, you'll wish that
time could fly

The gaffer's walking down the shop and so it's work you must
The grinding, groaning, spinning metal hotter than the dust
And I'm often dreaming of me girl as we're walking through the park
Whilst I'm gazing on that blueing steel and a million flying sparks

Now old Tom Black, last Friday his final bell did ring
With his hair as white as his face beneath and his oily sunken skin
Now he's made a speech and he's bid farewell to a lifetime working here
And as I shook his hand I felt I'd labored forty years

So when my time it comes and at last I leave this place
I'll walk out past the charge-hand's desk, never turn my face
Up to the gates into the sun, and I'll leave it all behind me
With one regret, for the lads I have left to carry on their grind

seanz
09-02-2008, 05:38 AM
Poetry PISN?
This ain't The Ritz.
:)




"Folsom Prison Blues"

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..

When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

seanz
10-31-2008, 08:31 PM
Rock&Roll
Patti Smith and Lenny Kaye


Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
Baby got big and baby get bigger.
Baby get something. Baby get more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll
Oh, look around you, all around you,
riding on a copper wave.
Do you like the world around you?
Are you ready to behave?

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.

(Lenny!)

Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger.
Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.
Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll

Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.

(those who have suffered, understand suffering,
and thereby extend their hand
the storm that brings harm
also makes fertile
blessed is the grass
and herb and the true thorn and light)

I was lost in a valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost, and measure for measure,
love spewed from the heart of me.
I was lost, and the cost,
and the cost didn't matter to me.
I was lost, and the cost
was to be outside society.

Jimi Hendrix was a
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.
Jackson Pollock was a



Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, if you're looking,
that's where you'll find me.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society. (Repeat):rolleyes:....

Domesticated_Mr. Know It All
10-31-2008, 08:55 PM
Rollin and Tumblin
~Muddy Waters~

Well, I rolled and I tumbled,
Cried the whole night long.
Well, I rolled and I tumbled,
Cried the whole night long.
Well, I woke up this mornin,
Didn't know right from wrong.

Well, I told my baby,
Before I left that town.
Well, I told my baby,
Before I left that town.
Well, don't you let nobody,
Tear my barrelhouse down.

Well, ahh, mmm-hmmm,
Owww, oww ooo, aww, oww, oh.
Aaa, mmm-hmmm, oww, oh oh oh
Owww, oww ooo, aww, oww, oh.

Well, if the river was whiskey,
And I was a divin duck.
Well, if the river was whiskey,
And I was a divin duck.
Well, I would dive to the bottom,
Never would I come up.

Well, I could a had religion,
This bad old thing instead.
Well, I could a had religion,
This bad old thing instead.
Well, all whiskey and women,
Would not let me pray.

seanz
10-31-2008, 09:34 PM
Up
Neil Young

Lonely drifter on the hill. Why do I?
One must have a heart of steel. Why do I?
It's not how you look but how you feel. Why do I?
You must have a heart of steel. Why do I?
Why do I keep up?

I can see you on the hill. Why do I?
All comatose but walking still. Why do I?
Flowing curves beneath your flowing gown. Why do I?
Oh, only I can bring myself down. Why do I?
Why do I keep up?

Bowman's pick and dogs that bite. Why do I?
Oh, dogs that howl through the night. Why do I?
Oh, broken leashes all over the floor. Why do I?
Keys left hanging in a swinging door. Why do I?
Why do I keep up?
...

David Tabor (sailordave)
11-01-2008, 08:13 AM
Just saying..........

Heard THIS version on the radio on the way in this morning...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yV05IH3a4Bg

ishmael
11-01-2008, 08:40 AM
Lyrics are meant to be sung, not read.

Uncle Duke
11-01-2008, 09:35 AM
Jumping at Shadows: Duster Bennett

Now, what can you say
There isn't much to tell
I'm going down hill,
But I blame myself
I've been jumpin' at shadows
Thinkin' about my life

Now, everybody
They point their hand at me
But I know I'm just a picture
Of what I could have been
I've been jumping at shadows
Thinkin' about my life

Now, God, have mercy
Cause I think I'm going insane
The devil's been gettin' at me
He's got me down again
I've been jumpin' at shadows
Thinkin' about my life

Covered by Peter Green (Fleetwood Mac) Feb 1970
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nB6zg05CxYg

seanz
11-01-2008, 03:56 PM
Thankyou Uncle Duke......love early Fleetwood Mac.




Lyrics are meant to be sung, not read.

Writing them down makes them easier to remember........:rolleyes:




Paperback writer

Paper back writer (paperback writer)
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand.
His son is working for the Daily Mail,
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

Paperback writer (paperback writer)

It's a thousand pages, give or take a few,
I'll be writing more in a week or two.
I can make it longer if you like the style,
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

If you really like it you can have the rights,
It could make a million for you overnight.
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer,
Paperback writer.

Paperback writer (paperback writer)

Paperback writer - paperback writer
Paperback writer - paperback writer
Lenin/Makarov

Flying Orca
11-01-2008, 04:04 PM
One of my current favourite lyrics - I'm just working on the piano line.

Anonymous (Ron Hawkins, Chemical Sounds)

With a name unclear
You could disappear among a million stars
In collector lanes
And commuter trains that feel so cattle-car anonymous
While the memories and the poetry
Attest that we were here
There's a counterpoise
There's a little voice that whispers in your ear, "Well, maybe not."

But I can boast, you're not a ghost, no, you're a miracle
All down the lane I hear your name, fragile and lyrical
The telltale hints... your fingerprints

All the long sustains
And the phantom pains that we still feel but never
Dare to talk about
Bare to let 'em out, above the sports and weather... comatose
Every moon and sun
A quotidian tugging at the fetters
Of your little seams and unspoken dreams
Like those unopened letters... undisclosed

So if you bleed, and if you leave well, I'll shed tears for you
And though it's grey, if you stay, then I'll be here for you
But if you go... I hope you know

I'll see you before I wake
And in every nameless breath I take

Of my high ideals
That were only real, reflected in your eyes
Just a tune remains, like an old refrain
A dusty lullaby left unsung
All my words deployed
Like a stranger's voice, drifting lost and languid
The eponymous, dark and ominous
Trips like a foreign language on my tongue

Just once again, call out my name so I can bury it
This little corpse is just like yours
Why should you carry it?
And we'll defame, and betray those names that failed to honour us
(they're only hollow words)

Because it's so, you're how I know I'm not anonymous.