Favorite Song Lyrics

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Bellamy Brothers

Old Hippie

He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense

He gets off on country music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
But he's just too friggin' old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy and the silence made him cry
Yeah he thinks of John sometimes
And he has to wonder why

He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie...his new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He's just trying real hard to adjust

He was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam on his senior trip
And they forced him to become a man while he was still a boy
And in each wave of tragedy he waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more


Well, he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo...just up and fade away

 

[Guest]

If a 6 was 9 - Hendrix

If the sun refuse to shine,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
let it be, it ain't me.
Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain't gonna copy you.

Now if 6 turned out to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, I don't care.
Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.

White collared conservative flashing down the street,

Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like me.
Sing on Brother, play on drummer.

 

[Guest]

The Who,
Won'T Get Fooled Again


We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again


The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!


I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?


There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!


Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

 

[Guest]

I was having a breif moment of self-loathing and it reminded me of this song that my wife always sings to me or dedicates it to me. She plays guitar and sings so I get alot zingers thrown at me in song

Incubus

Mexico

You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have
Met me halfway
You could see me bleeding
But you could not put
Pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico

You could see me breathing
But you still kept
Your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned
Your nose up in the air

You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico

You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico



I guess I can be a littel selfish sometimes. hehe

Tex

 

[guest3854]

Iron Maiden's "Wasted Years " from their "Somwhere In Time " album.

Don't waste yer time
always searching fer those wasted years

 

[Guest]

From Steve Hackett's cd Darktown. [1999]

In Memorium

For someone else the blues and greens
The dreaming spires the skin-tight jeans
The armchair armies on the march
The transfer unit tube and mask
Who needs all the endless lies
That serve to keep the world alive
To taste the sweetness of the grave
And not regret mistakes I’ve made

In memoriam

Goodbye to all the angry dawns
Committee meetings pistols drawn
You can keep the rave reviews
The priests the guards the prisons and zoos
Goodbye to all the nation’s pride
Farewell to those all choosing a side
In hut number twelve they’re issuing guns
But only for the chosen ones

In memoriam

 

[Guest]

From Steve Hackett's cd To Watch the Storms [2003]

Serpentine Song

As the rainfall
Drums it’s own tune
On the roof of the bandstand
Keep off the grass sign
By the lakeside
Where it leaves you Autumn

In the meanwhile
The hours seem to fly
With busy days and nights
Take it in your stride
As worrying is interest paid on trouble
Long before it’s due
Passing through

Silver snowstorm
Music without words
Blowing through the airwaves
Head in sunshine
Under fire now
Even when you’re dreaming

Crystal fountains
Peter Pan stares
Over the landscape
Without motion
On pencil grey days
To a Door Marked Summer

 

[Guest]

From Steve Hackett's cd To Watch the Storms [2003]

Marijuana, Assassin of Youth (A Mini Musical)

Marijuana, assassin of youth
And so look now here’s the truth
As we wish you all a Perry Sherry Christmas
With a Partridge Family or two

And when you go to church
You’ll remember with a smirk
All the crazy little things you used to do

"...Let’s have a truly Mexican welcome
For Ronnie and the Romeos..."

I asked my girlfriend to marry me
Yes I thought how happy we’d be
I knew she’d be thrilled at least be pleased
But these were the words she said to me

You need a haircut and then a degree
Don’t you want to start a family
Take a stand and make some real cash
Sell your guitar and throw away your stash

I had a headache lasted five days
I knew that somehow there must be a way
Cleaned the car and emptied the trash
Before she got home I had to get smashed

I moved out on my own formed a new band
We played every Goddamn dive in the land

 

[Guest]

Baba ORiley - The Who

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
Travel south cross land
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, yeah
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!

 

[Guest]

The Who - Summertime Blues.


I'm a gonna raise a fuss

I'm a gonna raise a holler

about a workin' all summer
just to try to earn a dollar

ev'ry time I call my Baby

try to get a date

my Boss says
No dice, Son,you gotta work late
.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do

but there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.

A well my Mom 'n' Papa told me

Son, you gotta make some money,if you wantta use the carto go a ridin' next Sunday,
well
I didn't go to work
told the Boss I was sick
Now you can't use the car,'cause you didn't work a lick.

(I'm gonna) take two weeks
gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem
to the United Nations !
Well
I called my Congressmen
and he quote
I'd like to help you, Son,but you're too young to vote
.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do

but there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues.

 

[Guest]

Hi Gamera

Hi Gamera

o.k I had to do it. More early Genesis. Interesting how they went from psychedelic to pop.

It was two things. Personnel changes and a desire to make a few bucks before they got old.
Peter Gabriel left in '75 because he felt that the 'songwritng by committee' style the band employed didn't allow him a large enough creative outlet. Steve Hackett left in '77 for the same reason.
After becoming a three-man band they came under new management with new engineers. They came out with a new sound and shorter songs that appealed to a broader audience and they started making money. The rest is history.

 

[Guest]

Stevie Ray Vaughn​

Willie The Wimp​

Willie the Wimp was buried today,
They laid him to rest in a special way.
Sent him off in the finest style
That casket-mobile really drove 'em wild
Southside Chicago will think of him often
Talkin' 'bout Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin,
Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin
That casket, it looked like a fine Seville
He had a vanity license and a Cadillac grille
Willie was propped up in the driver's seat
He had diamonds on his fingers and a smile sweet
Fine red suit had the whole town talkin'
Talkin' 'bout Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Oh, Cadillac to Heaven he was wavin' the banner
He left like he lived, in a lively manner
With a-hundred dollar bills in his fingers tight
He had flowers for wheels and a-flashin' headlights
He been wishin' for wings, no way he was walkin'
Talkin' 'bout Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Yeah, Willie the Wimp and his Cadillac coffin

 

[Guest]

you know i'm gonna lose and gamblin's for fools, but that's the way i like it baby, i don't want to live for ever. And don't forget the joker.
Motorhead 'Ace of Spades'

 

[Guest]

COLON BLO
Sticking to the walls of your insides
A corrosive enzyme lives and breathes
only to be excreted
with help of fiber and balanced diet

Tilting equilibrium
makes way for nausea
Rectal muscle gives way
flooding down your leg

Enhanced nutrition
sliding right through the body
No time to digest
Colon bursts out the chest

Sickening stench
of methane and bile
Colon blows like a rubber hose
the sweet odor invades your nose

Trying to grab your gasmask
sometimes an uneasy task
when your pubis is dismembered from your abdomen

Cattle Decapitation. Album 'Human Jerky'

 

[Guest]

very sorry but i have one more of my evening classics from Ween.
Ween TICK lyrics
I feel a tick in my head and he's sucking on my head
In the morning i'll be dead if he doesn't leave my head
Why can't he go away why does he have to stay
Maybe he wanna play but I can only say

That I'll get you, I'll burn you, I'll crush you, I'll flush you (down, down)
The toilet where you'll spiral (around-round)
Awww, tick -- mmm tick tick tick -- brr tick

I tried to get rid of my plague but I left some of his leg
And he grew back pretty quick so I stabbed the little prick
But now I cut my head -- in the morning I'll be dead
But even after still he'll find someone to kill

And he'll get you, I'll burn you, I'll crush you, I'll flush you (down, down)
The toilet where you'll spiral (around-round)
Awww, tick -- mmm tick tick tick -- brr tick
Awww, tick -- mmm tick tick tick -- brr tick
Awww, tick -- mmm tick tick tick -- brr tick

 

[Guest]

These are not song lyrics, but stand up comedy. By the late & great Bill Hicks. From his 1990's Revelations tour/CD



"The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey – don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride ..." And we ... kill those people.
Ha ha, "Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered, Martin Luther King murdered, Malcolm X murdered, Gandhi murdered, John Lennon murdered, Reagan... Wounded.

But it doesn't matter because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love.

The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off.
The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you very much, you've been great"

Sound effect of three shots, BANG BANG BANG!
Hicks pretends to fall down dead, lights go down.

 

[Guest]

**Peter Gabriel left in '75 because he felt that the 'songwritng by committee' style the band employed didn't allow him a large enough creative outlet. Steve Hackett left in '77 for the same reason.
After becoming a three-man band they came under new management with new engineers. They came out with a new sound and shorter songs that appealed to a broader audience and they started making money. The rest is history.**

I noticed that listening to all the albums you shared bro,
Its quite a journey going from the old stuff to seeing and listening to where they are now....

 

[Guest]

Sho nuff, Leeroy. Phil left in '96 and was replaced with Ray Wilson, who I thought was pretty good, but the fans who loved Phil wouldn't accept him. They put out one cd with Ray [Calling All Stations] which didn't do well for that reason. I liked it better than anything they did in the Phil days. Ray sounds a bit like Peter and the whole cd reminded me of the old days. Give it a listen. Anyway, Ray left after that disaster and now it's a two man band. Mike and Tony haven't ruled out another cd or two so they may not be through yet. There's also talk of a reunion show including Peter and Steve. Scheduling around all their solo projects is holding that up though.

 

[Guest]

Easy

by LIONEL RICHIE but I like the Fiath No More version better

Know it sounds funny
But I just can't stand the pain
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed

Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning

Why in the world
Would anyboddy put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everbody wants me to be
What they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it!
No!

Ooh,that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning

I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!

That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning


Tex

 

[mean mr.mustard]

Peter gabriel!! Solsbury hill...
Hey! I said; "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home!"