Give Us A Song!!!

[dannyevilcat]

NAUTICAL DISASTER Tragically Hip

I had this dream where I relished
The fray and the screaming that filled my head all day
It was as though I'd been spit there, settled in , into a pocket
Of a lighthouse off some rocky socket,
Off the coast of France, Dear

One afternoon, four thousand men died in the water here
Five hundred more were thrashing madly as parasites might in your blood
Now I was in lifeboat designed for ten and ten and only,
Anything that systematic would get you hated.
It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated.
The selection was quick, the crew was picked
In order and those left in the water got kicked off our pant leg and we headed for home.


Then the dream ends when the phone rings
You're doing alright he said it's out there, most days and nights
But only a fool would complain
Anyway Susan if you like, our conversation is as faint as the sound in my memory
As those fingernails scratching on my hull

 

[Finvola]

Poison Ivy


She comes on like a rose but everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
Now you can look but you better not touch

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

She's pretty as a daisy but look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
Now if you let her under your skin

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough'll cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!!

You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound

Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough'll cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!!

You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound


la da la da la da
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la da la da la da

 

[gr8ful wes]

Jimcat,
It was in fact the GONG SHOW!!!!!
great recall, well done

Finvola,
I love your taste in music

Here is perhaps the shortest song I know. It is an instrumental and must be played on a string instrument, preferably a guitar.
Its called Jail Break
Simply run the pick up and down one string to mimic the sound of a hacksaw on steel bars.

 

[Jimcat]

Who can take your trash out,
Stomp it down for you,
Shake the plastic bag and do the twisty-thingy too?
The garbage man . . .
Oh, the garbage man can.

The garbage man can
And he does it with a smile and never judges you.

Who can take this diaper?
"I don't mind at all!"
Who can clean me up before the big policemen's ball?
The garbage man . . .
Yes, the garbage man can.

The sanitation folks are jolly, friendly blokes,
Courteous and easygoing.
They mop up when you're overflowing . . .
And tell you when your arse is showing!

Who can?
Who can?
Who can?
Who can?
The garbage man can!
'Cause he's Homer Simpson, man!

He cleans the world... for... YOU!

-The Simpsons, with a little help from U2

 

[ApocalypseKurtz]

And now, for the mandatory Dylan (2 relatively obscure ones of his, really)

Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues again
Bob Dylan

Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun,
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.


Masters of War
Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

 

[magic-monkey]

well, they're quite famous, ie from the sixties. "stuck inside of mobile..." is a good song, but I always wonder just how ironic "masters of war" is. I suppose that being kept guessing is part of the fun of Dylan, though.

 

[Ludovit]

Would you believe, that punk song can last 18 minutes?

Here is it -- The Decline (by NOFX)

where are all these stupid people from
and how did they get to be so dumb
bred on purple mountain range
feed amber waves of grains
to lesser human beings
zero feelings

blame it on human nature, man's destiny
blame it on the greediocracy
the fear of god
the fear of change
the fear of truth

add the bill of rights subtract the wrongs
there's no answers
memorize and sing star spangled songs
when no questions
aren't ever asked
is anybody learning from the past
we're living in united stagnation


father what have i done i took that twenty-two
a gift for me from you to bed with me each night
kept it clean polished it well
cherished every cartridge every shell

down by the creek under brush under dirt
theere's a carcass of my second kill
down at the park under stone under pine
there's the carcass of my brother william

brother where
have you gone to i swear
i never thought i could
i see so many times
they told me to shoot straight
don't pull the trigger squeeze
that will insure a kill
a kill is what you want
a kill is why we breed

the christians love their guns
the church and n.r.a.
pray for their salvation
prey on the lower faiths

the story book's been read
and every line believed
curriculum's been set
logic is a threat
reason searched and seized

jerry spent some time in michigan
a twenty year vacation after all he had a dime
a dime is worth a lot more in detroit
a dime in california a twenty dollar fine
jerry only stayed a couple months
it's hard to enjoy youself while bleeding out the ass
asphyxiation is simple and fast
it beats seventeen fun years of being someone's *****

don't think stay
drink your wine home
watch the fire burn be
his problems not mine safe
just be that model citizen

i wish i had a shilling
for every senless killing
i'd buy a government
america's for sale
and you can get a good deal on it
and make a healthy profit

or maybe tear it apart
you start with assumption
that a million people are smart
smartert than one

serotonin's gone
she gave up
drifted away

sara fled thought process gone
she left her answering machine on
the greeting left spoken sincere
messages no one will ever hear

ten thousand messages a day
a million more transmission lay
victims of the laissez faire
ten thousand voices, a hundread guns
a hundread decibels turns to one
one bullet, one empty head

now with serotonin gone

the man that used to speak performs a cute routine
feel a little patronized
don't feel bad they found a way inside your head
and you feel a bit misled
it's not that they don't care

the television's put a throught inside your head
like a barry manilow
jingle i'd like to teach the world to sing
in perfect harmony
a symphonic blank stare

it doesn't make you care
not designed to make you care
they're betting you won't care

they'll place a wager on your greed a wager on your pride
why try to beat them when a millions other tried
we are the whore intellectually spayed
we are the queer dysfunctionally raised

one more pill to kill the pain
one more pill to kill the pain
one more pill to kill the pain
living through conformity

one more prayer to keep me safe
one more prayer to keep us warm
one more prayer to keep us safe
there's gona be a better place

lost the battle, lost the war, lost the things worth living for
lost the will to win the fight, one more kill to kill the pain
nana na na na na na....
the going gets tough, the tough get debt, don't pay attention, pay the rent
our next of kins, pay for yous sins, a little faith should keep us safe

the human existence
is failing resistance
essential the future
written off the odds are
astronomically against us only moron and genius
would fight a losing battle against the super ego
when giving in is so damn comforting

and so we go on with our lives
we know the truth but prefer lies
lies are simple, simple is bliss
why go against tradition when we can
admit defeat, live in decline
be the victims of our own design
with status quo built on suspect
why would anyone stick out their neck
fellow members of club, we've got ours
i'd like to introduce you to our host
he's got his and i've got mine
meet the decline

we are the queer we are the whore
ammunition in the class war
we are the worker we love our queen
we sacrifice we're soilent green
we are the queer we are the whore
ammunition in the class war

 

[Vengeance]

Pack Up Your Troubles In An Old Kit Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile
Words by George Henry Powell,
Music by Felix Powell,

This song did become quite popular, actually becoming a national blockbuster that boosted British morale as it sagged at the face of incredible casualties. From 1914 to 1918 the British Empire suffered 908,371 battle deaths and 2,090,212 wounded.

Private Perks is a funny little codger
With a smile a funny smile.
Five feet none, he’s and artful little dodger
With a smile a funny smile.
Flush or broke he’ll have his little joke,
He can’t be suppress’d.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest, Hi!

CHORUS [sung twice after each verse]
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.

Verse 2:

Private Perks went a-marching into Flanders
With his smile his funny smile.
He was lov’d by the privates and commanders
For his smile his funny smile.
When a throng of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yell’d out, “This little bunch is mine!
Keep your heads down, boys and sing, Hi!

Verse 3:

Private Perks he came back from Bosche-shooting
With his smile his funny smile.
Round his home he then set about recruiting
With his smile his funny smile.
He told all his pals, the short, the tall,
What a time he’d had;
And as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said ‘Now my lad,’ Hi!

 

[Lucky]

From one of the best-selling albums ever and the only one I really like from the artist:

Thriller by Michael Jackson
It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind
You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time (they're open wide)
This is the end of your life

They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night I'll save you from the terrors on the screen,
I'll make you see

That it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller,
Thriller here tonight

(Rap performed by Vincent Price)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
(Into maniacal laugh, in deep echo)

 

[Becka]

I Am Weary, Let Me Rest
The Cox Family

Kiss me mother kiss your darlin'
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary let me rest

Seems the light is swiftly fading
Brighter scenes they do now show
I am standing by the river
Angels wait to take me home

Kiss me mother kiss your darlin'
See the pain upon my brow
While I'll soon be with the angels
Fate has doomed my future now

Through the years you've always loved me
And my life you've tried to save
But now I shall slumber sweetly
In a deep and lonely grave

Kiss me mother kiss your darlin'
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary let me rest

I am weary let me rest

 

[Mephisto]

uva 34:21 univ. south carolina

'good old song'
to the tune of 'auld lang syne '
(sung after each uva touchdown)

That good old song of
Wah-hoo-wah
We'll sing it o'er and o'er
It cheers our hearts and
warms our blood
To hear them shout and roar.
We come from Old Virginia,
Where all is bright and gay. (*not gay!)
Let's all join hands and give a yell
For the dear old UVa
Wah-hoo-wah,
Wah-hoo-wah.
Uni-v, Virginia,
Hoo-rah-ray,
Hoo-rah-ray,
Ray! Ray! U-V-a

*optional

 

[CurtSibling]

Fight Tooth And Nail

ByVIRGIN STEELE


Fight, fight tooth and nail
Fight, fight tooth and nail

It's the law of the jungle, the strongest will survive
And that's the rule I live by, think fast and stay alive
Keep the eye of the tiger, gather cunning, strength and speed
Use every trick you know, don't retreat until they bleed

Your hand's a deadly weapon
Your teeth can rip in two
Get'em before they get you
There's no more time to loose

Fight, fight tooth and nail
If you think they'll show you mercy
You better think again
You gotta fight

I'm akin to the lion, the tiger and the bear
I use what nature gives, to rip and slash and tear
I'm really very gentle, rather make love than go to war
But if you try to harm me you'll die by nature's law

My hand's a deadly weapon,
My teeth can rip in two
A present of death I give you
I'll run you through and through

Once more into the cobra's nest, a poisoned victory
Blood stains the sands of history, If you'll wage war
You'll get no pity from me, oh no...

 

[CurtSibling]

Victory Is Mine

By VIRGIN STEELE

Your God isn't here - he is dead
Crushed by your Prophets of Dread
Death-Fire, Mist, Blood and Wine
Torn like a rose from the vine
So you run to the hills to divine
What is left of your fortune and find

VICTORY IS MINE underneath a Savage sky
VICTORY IS MINE from the darkness I have won, oh

Sad Ghosts of old victories
Come crowding the fields where we cleaved
Locked in Immortal embrace
Handsome as Death's Iron face

I will run to the hills where you hide
Seeking Vengeance for all of my kind

VICTORY IN MINE by the Hammer and the Nine
VICTORY IN MINE from the Mountains to the Sea
VICTORY IN MINE Noble tears and Kingly Pride
VICTORY IN MINE under Shadows I will fly

The Thunder meets at Twilight by the Serpentine
No blood running in these veins
Just the blackened ice of the river Styx
Swirling through a Heart of Stone

VICTORY IS MINE underneath a Savage sky
VICTORY IS MINE by the Power and the Sign
VICTORY IS MINE final Darkness, Kingdoms fall
VICTORY IS MINE under Darkness, Iam all

Oh Emalaith, oh Emalaith,
Sworn by the light of the moon
I will be here with you soon

VICTORY IS MINE...

 

[sween32]

I'm big into pure and hard rock, but when I'm up late on my computer I like to listen to softer stuff. Never is a Promise is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard, and the lyrics make the music that much more powerful.

Never is a promise
by Fiona Apple

You'll never see -- the courage I know
Its colors' richness won't appear within your view
I'll never glow -- the way that you glow
Your presence dominates the judgements made on you

But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I understand what I am still too proud to mention -- to you

You'll say you understand, but you don't understand
You'll say you'd never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie

You'll never touch -- these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown -- to you

You'll say, Don't fear your dreams, its easier than it seems
You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so high
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie

You'll never live the life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight

But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention -- to you

You'll say you understand, you'll never understand
I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why
I don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am
You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry
But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie

 

[Globber]

Beethoven's 9th Symphony in D Minor Op.125 2nd Movement
No lyrics, silly

 

[Mephisto]

2nd movement? watch out for the neck injury.....

 

[Becka]

Going Nowhere Blues
Robert Earl Keen

In the corner of the barroom
Lives the ghost of Langston Hughes
He's taken notes and smoking cigarettes
Sipping slowly on his booze

Got them going nowhwere blues

And on the stage beneath the spotlight
Woody Guthrie sings the news
He's always ready for the good fight
Never thinking that he'll loose

Got them going no where blues

Through the backway in the alley
Selling all you should refuse
Looks like Jane has finally given in
Hey, what the hell? It ain't no use

Got them going nowhere blues

And out the front around the corner
Martin Luther shines your shoes
He's preaching justice and equality
I guess Martin's paying dues

He's got them going nowhere blues

On the other side
It's a free ride
You've got money you can burn
When the ground shakes
And the earth breaks
Which way you gonna turn?
You ever gonna learn?

In the pool room on the table
Swillin' wine and smashing cues
They locked him up last night for fighting
Ceaser Chavez blew a fuse

He's got them, got them going nowhere blues

All the members of the union
Yeah all the farm and labor crews
They used to meet here by the dozen
They disappeared in one's and two's

They've got them, got them going nowhere blues

So you wonder why they come here?
They come here to look for clues
Passing time until they live again
To fight these going nowhere views

Leave these going nowhere blues
To fight these going nowhere views

 

[CurtSibling]

Originally posted by Globber
Beethoven's 9th Symphony in D Minor Op.125 2nd Movement
No lyrics, silly

How witty...

 

[Simon Darkshade]

Copperhead Road - Steve Earle

Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only came to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It's before my time but I've been told
He never came back from Copperhead Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road

Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road

 

[nixon]

Wir sind die braunen Soldaten


Das Sturmband am Kinn, die Muskeln gestrafft,
So ziehn wir dahin, die Fahne hoch am Schaft.
Da drauß und zum Licht, zum Kampf schreiten wir
Es gibt kein zurück fürs Hakenkreuzpanier.

Stolz und frei, stark und treu,
Doch wer auf uns tritt, stößt auf Granit.

Denn wir sind die braunen Soldaten,
Für Adolf Hitler ziehn wir ins Gefecht.
Denn wir sind die braunen Soldaten,
Und wir kämpfen für Freiheit und für Recht.

Wir schlugen die Marxisten,
Rotfront und Pazifisten.
Für des Weltherr aller Staaten,
Unsre Sache ist heilig und gerecht.