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"In-a-gadda-da-vida" In-a-gadda-da-vida, honey, Dont you know that I love you? In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby, Dont you know that Ill always be true? Oh, wont you come with me And take my hand? Oh, wont you come with me And walk this land? Please take my hand! -repeat- ~solos~ -repeat-
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"Oh Well"
Written by peter green. I cant help about the shape Im in I cant sing, I aint pretty and my legs are thin But dont ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well Now, when I talked to God I knew hed understand He said, stick by my side and Ill be your guiding hand But dont ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well
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This is just too easy...
"Political Science" No one likes us-I don't know why We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try But all around, even our old friends put us down Let's drop the big one and see what happens We give them money-but are they grateful? No, they're spiteful and they're hateful They don't respect us-so let's surprise them We'll drop the big one and pulverize them Asia's crowded and Europe's too old Africa is far too hot And Canada's too cold And South America stole our name Let's drop the big one There'll be no one left to blame us We'll save Australia Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo We'll build an All American amusement park there They got surfin', too Boom goes London and boom Paris More room for you and more room for me And every city the whole world round Will just be another American town Oh, how peaceful it will be We'll set everybody free You'll wear a Japanese kimono And there'll be Italian shoes for me They all hate us anyhow So let's drop the big one now Let's drop the big one now
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Masters Of War
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
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"Celebration Of The Lizard"
Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground He fled the town He went down South and crossed the border Left chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder One morning he awoke in a green hotel With a strange creature groaning beside him Sweat oozed from its shining skin is everybody in? is everybody in? is everybody in? the ceremony is about to begin Wake up! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead prisons And she was beside me Old, she's no, young Her dark red hair the white soft skin Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom Look! shes coming in here I can't live thru each slow century of her moving I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . Once I had, a little game I liked to crawl, back in my brain I think you know, the game I mean I mean the game, called 'go insane' you should try, this little game Just close your eyes, forget your name Forget the world, forget the people And we'll erect, a different steeple This little game, is fun to do Just close your eyes, no way to lose And I'm right there, I'm going too Release control, we're breaking thru Way back deep into the brain Back where there's never any pain And the rain falls gently on the town And over the heads of all of us And in the labyrinth of streams Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of gentle hill dwellers, in the gentle hills around Reptiles abounding Fossils, caves, cool air heights Each house repeats a mold Windows rolled Beast car locked in against morning All now sleeping Rugs silent, mirrors vacant Dust Lying under the beds of lawful couples Wound in sheets And daughters, smug With semen eyes in their nipples Wait There's been a slaughter here (Don't stop to speak or look around Your gloves and fan are on the ground We're getting out of town We're going on the run And you're the one I want to come) Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run lets run House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of the trees Witnessing the wild breeze C'mon baby run with me Let's run Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill Rich are the rooms and the comforts there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs And you won't know a thing till you get inside Dead president's corpse in the driver's car The engine runs on glue and tar C'mon along, we're not going very far To the East to meet the Czar run with me run with me run with me let's run Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake The minister's daughter's in love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home We should see the gates by mornin' We should be inside by evening, sun sun sun burn burn burn burn, burn, burn, i will get you soon, soon, soon i am the lizard king i can do anything We came down The rivers and highways We came down from Forests and falls We came down from Carson and Springfield We came down from Phoenix enthralled And I can tell you The names of the Kingdom I can tell you The things that you know Listening for a fistful of silence Climbing valleys into the shade for seven years, i dwelt in the loose palace of exile playing strange games with the girls of the island now, i have come again to the land of the fair, and the strong, and the wise brothers and sisters of the pale forest children of night who among you will run with the hunt? now night arives with her purple legion Retire now to your tents and to your dreams Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth I want to be ready'
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Procol Harum » Bringing Home The Bacon
Bringing home the bacon, tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling, slobbering, goo-faced, mean Wet-nursed sour purse spot face, blubbering in the cream Emperor baby dumpling, loaded, bloated curse Mighty baby dumpling, stuffing 'til he bursts
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They were duelin, doolin-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, bill dalton, it must be gods will, Two brothers lyin dead in coffeyville Two voices call to you from where they stood Lay down your lay books now Theyre no damn good Better keep on movin, doolin-dalton til your shadow sets you free If youre fast, and if youre lucky You will never see that hangin tree Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin for the names And a man could use his back, or use his brains But some just went stir crazy, lord, cause nothin ever changed til bill doolin met bill dalton He was workin cheap, just bidin time Then he laughed and said,Im goin, And so he left that peaceful life behind Mm...
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"Burma Shave" ..Tom Waits..
Lyrics to Burma Shave : licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through he was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave but the cops would never think to look in burma shave and the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone he didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known he kinda looked like farley granger with his hair slicked back she says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat how far are you going he said depends on what you mean he says i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved i guess you'd say i'm on my way to burma shave and her knees up on the glove compartment took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer and she popped her gum and arched her back hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road some night my heart pounds just like thunder i don't know why it don't explode cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave and i'd rather take my chances out in burma shave presley's what i go by why don't you change the station count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror mister anywhere you point this thing has got to beat the hell out of the sting of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin and so drill me a hole with a barber pole i'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight why don't you have another swig and pass that car if you're so brave i wanna get there before the sun comes up in burma shave and the spider web crack and the mustang screamed smoke from the tires and the twisted machine just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved lie swindled from them on the way to burma shave and the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow up against the car door on the shot gun side and when they pulled her from the wreck you know she still had on her shades they say that dreams are growing wild just this side of burma shave
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