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Desert Moon by Dennis DeYoung.
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This is my favorite track this week.
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Like a shot without a warning Lies a life that's left behind... And though I try, It's something I just can't unsee, It's burned into my mind... And I wake up in the morning... News keeps flashing on my eyes... These dying streets are bruised and beaten, Riot flags are waving... Poor and weak, we extend this streak, These lives we could be saving... Life is cheap, I sit and weep 'Cuz there's just no mistaking... This Is Not Utopia! The roots, the roots... The roots of America... The roots, the roots... The roots of Hysteria... The roots, the roots... The rules don't matter anymore... This Is Not Utopia! The roots, the roots... The roots of America... The roots, the roots... The roots of Hysteria... You... and you... and you don't matter anymore... Better angels of our nature... Well, they've gone away to hide... Brutality, I can't unsee, These pictures are just burned into my mind... It's commotion in slow motion! It's humanity denied... A violent race, punch in the face, With all this hate, how can we all survive? And if the change is coming... What makes it take so long? And if the change is coming... Why sing the same old song? This Is Not Utopia! The roots, the roots... The roots of America... The roots, the roots... The roots of Hysteria... The roots, the roots... The rules don't matter anymore... This Is Not Utopia! The roots, the roots... The roots of America... The roots, the roots... The roots of Hysteria... You... and you... and you don't matter anymore... This Is Not utopia! The roots, the roots... The roots of America... The roots, the roots... The roots of Hysteria... And you... and you... and you don't matter anymore... (This Is Not Utopia!) Now how long must we wait... Until Love conquers Hate, And heal these hearts? 'Cause it all starts... Right here... |
You could hear the hoofbeats pound As they raced across the ground, And the rattle of the wheels, as they went 'round and 'round... An' he galloped into Market Street, his badge upon his chest, His name was Ernie, and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west! Now Ernie loved a widow, a lady known as Sue, She lived all alone at Lindley Lane at Number 22... They said she was too good for him, She was haughty, fit and chic, But Ernie got his cocoa there three times every week... Good old Ernie! (Ernie!) And he drove the fastest milk cart in the west! Sue said she'd like to bathe in milk, He said "Alright, sweetheart," So one night when he'd finished work he loaded up his cart... He said "D'you want it pasteurized? 'Cause pasteurized is best..." "Ernie, I'll be happy if it comes up through me chest!" An' that tickled old Ernie! (Ernie!) And he drove the fastest milk cart in the west! Now Ernie had a rival, An evil, wicked man, Called Two-Ton Ted from Teddington, And he drove the baker's van... He tempted her with his treacle tarts and his tasty wholemeal bread, And when she seen the size of his hot meat pies, It very near turned her head... She did swoon at his macaroons, An' he said "Now if you treat me right, You'll have hot rolls every morning, and crumpets every night!" An' when she saw his layer cake, he had his wicked way... All Ernie had to offer was a pint of milk a day... Poor old Ernie... (Ernie!) And he drove the fastest milk cart in the west... One lunchtime Ted saw Ernie's cart parked outside her door, And it drove him mad to see it was still there at half-past four... As he jumped down out of his van, hot blood through his veins did course, An' he went over to Ernie's cart and didn't half-kick his horse... Whose name was Trigger... (Trigger!) And he pulled the fastest milk cart in the west! Now Ernie ran out into the street, his gold top in his hand... And said "If you want to marry Susie, fight me like a man!" "Well why don't we play cards for her?" he sneeringly replied... "An' just to make it interesting, we'll have a shilling on the side!" Now Ernie pulled him from his van and beneath the blazing sun, They stood there face-to-face, and Ted went for his bun... But Ernie was too quick, Things didn't go the way Ted planned, And a strawberry-flavored yoghurt sent it spinning from his hand... Now Susie ran between them, And tried to keep them apart, And Ernie, he pushed her aside, and a rock cake hit his heart... As he looked up in pained surprise, the concrete hardened crust Of a stale pork pie hit him in the eye, And Ernie bit the dust... Poor old Ernie... (Ernie!) He drove the fastest milk cart in the west... Now Ernie was only 52, he didn't wanna die... And now he's gone to make deliveries in that milk round in the sky... Where his customers are angels, and ferocious dogs are banned... A milkman's life's a good'n, in that fairy dairy land... Now, a woman's needs are many-fold, and Sue, she married Ted... Strange things happened on their wedding night, As they lay in their bed... Is that the trees a-rusting, or the hinges of the gate? ...Or Ernie's ghostly gold tops, a-rattling in their crate...? They won't forget Ernie! Ernie! Ernie! He drove the fastest milk cart in the west! Ernie! Ernie! He drove the fastest milk cart in the west! Ernie! Ernie! He drove the fastest milk cart in the west! Ernie! Ernie! He drove the fastest milk cart in the west! |
The Beverly Hills Cop song.
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Dodge Swinger... 1973... Galaxy 5-0-0... All the way... stars' green... gotta go. Dodge Swinger... 1973... Top down, chassis low... Panel dim, light drive... Jesus on the dashboard... T-minus whenever it feels right... Galaxy 5-0-0... Planets align... A king is born... Whenever it feels right... Whenever it feels right... Whenever it feels right... Whenever it feels right... Dodge Swinger... 1973... Top down, chassis free... Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong... Or maybe just me... Don't worry... it's coming... Don't worry... it's coming... Jesus on the dashboard! Whenever it feels right... Whenever it feels right... Whenever it feels right... I turn on the radio! Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day! We'll find us some Spacegrass... Lay low, watch the universe expand! Skyway...Permanent Saturday... Oh, by the way... Saturn is my rotary! Hop in, it'll be eternity, 'Til we make it to M83! Once around the Sun... Cruising... climbing... Jupiter Cyclops winks at me... Yeah... he knows who's driving... Hit neutral in the tail of a comet... Let the vortex pull my weight... Push the seat back a little lower... Watch light bend in the blower! Planets align. A King is born. Dodge Swinger... Jesus on the dashboard! Whenever it feels right... Whenever it feels right... Whenever it feels right... Whenever it feels right... I turn on the radio! Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day! We'll find us some Spacegrass... Lay low, watch the universe expand! Skyway... Permanent Saturday... By the way... Saturn is my rotary! Hop in, it'll be eternity, 'Til we make it to M83! |
A rhapsody! Contestants in disguise! A nation of desire, But who will win the prize? The people stand united, Reluctantly aligned... Copying and lying Are the favorite past-time! You've got a chance To confront the world today! Desperate romance Is the curse of castaways! What good is skill If you don't make it to the dance? Despite circumstance, You've got a chance... Common life, depicted on afternoon TV... It's spiked to give the Miserable a vogue identity! Hate your neighbors, Cheat your friends, They don't discriminate... Popularity and Fame don't care if you're a reprobate! You've got a chance To confront the world today! Desperate romance Is the curse of castaways! What good is skill If you don't make it to the dance? Despite circumstance, You've got a chance... I'm tired of all this Shakespearean misinformation... I wanna win the game! You've got the right intentions, But who's got time to think? You've got a noon appointment, You've gotta hit the links! You're talking in the stratosphere, You're curled up on the floor... With such a wealth of information, Why are you so poor? You've got a chance To be relevant today! Desperate romance Is the curse of castaways! What good is skill If you don't make it to the dance? Despite circumstance, You've got a chance... You've got a chance To confront the world today! You've got a chance Though it seems so far away! Don't you believe what the Wise Men have to say... Despite circumstance... You've Got A Chance! Well, it was Punk-Fifteen in the morning... And it was time To stand my ground... And as the gawks and stares bombarded me, You know, I didn't even hear a sound... No one gave a damn If I was there or away... If I died and went to Hell, They'd throw a party on my grave... And they'd all say, "This kid is just a fool... he'll never be cool! They might as well just ship him off To some other school!" Plain destitute... Just a little too guilty, just a little too soon... That day was just like any other day... No work, and no pay... I knew that Paradise was some other place, And I'd get there another day... I will find it, before I expire... Cause I've got The Desire... Well, it was Punk-Fifteen in the evening... And it was time to set the town on fire... I saw my boots and my hair, As reflected in the mirror, Reveal a street kid named Desire... I didn't give a damn, Because I was just dying to be... And as the Hollywood street scene Left its mark on me, I changed from a boy into a man... I said "Never Again!" I stuck out my chin when I should have ran... Sh*t in the fan... I was driven so hard, By the sound of my heart... That day was just like any other day... No work, and no pay... I knew that Paradise was some other place, And I'd get there another day... I will find it, before I expire... Cause I've got The Desire... When the walls surround, In deeper shades of blue... And there's no voice of reason inside you... And you search for meaning On an empty shelf... Then you're always dreaming Of somewhere else... Today, is just like any other day... No fear, no restraint! I know that Paradise is some other place... And I will get there another day... You can come with me, No conditions or fares... Somehow, somewhere... I will find it before I expire, Cause I've got The Desire... Unrepentant vagabond... Plot the new coordinates and cast the map aside... Now I gotta ramble on... Navigate the pitfalls and cross the great divide... The mapmaker's legend has direction and a key... He set the declination but what good is it to me? I can't see the rationality... The world's not my responsibility... And happiness isn't there for me... But maybe I'll inch closer to the source... When I find True North... (With or without a friend... Keep searching 'til the end...) Tempting fate and cheating death... No one ever told me it was gonna be like this... Contemplate the randomness... When the mind is willing it gets downright perilous... Overburdened, underwhelmed, their ethical decrees... That's your moral compass but what good is it to me? I can't see the rationality... The world's not my responsibility... And happiness isn't there for me... But maybe I'll inch closer to the source... When I find True North... (With or without a friend... Keep searching 'til the end...) When I find True North... Here's the church! There's the steeple! Open up the door, "Corporations are people!" Wait, what did he say? What the f*ck did he say?! It couldn't last... They had to crash... Some parties are just made that way... But when the bell rings, The boys will sing, "Swing low sweet precariat!" "Let's say we try to get this right.." Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ... And when the old fox fearing the worst, Made his entrance in a hearse... Then the nine in black robes all went berserk... This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse! "Citizens united!" I was excited! "When the kids are united they can never be divided!" But that was yesterday... There's a brand new sham today! "Let's say we try to get this right..." Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ... And when the old fox fearing the worst, Made his entrance in a hearse, Then the nine in black robes all went berserk... This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse! "Let's say we try to get this right..." Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ... And when the old fox fearing the worst, Made his entrance in a hearse, Then the nine in black robes all went berserk... This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse... This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse! |
I come to this thread and when I see song titles I give them consideration.
But when I see big blocks of complete song lyrics I think "that's some stunted F#%^ $#!( right there" and I leave the thread with no new information about what anyone is listening to. :lol: |
Deal with it. :lol:
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Hi Tek 3 doin' Spin That Wheel!
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Dressed up, for a big date... Like Halloween day, But it was Fourth of July, now... A car crash with a suitcase, and a painted face... She was one of a kind... She wears a plastic crown like Cinderella, And roller skates in bed... He rides the Greyhound, from his hometown, When he comes around... 'Cause they don't let him drive, now... Mixed up as a milkshake... But make no mistake... Yeah, she's lookin' like a star... You and me... We're invincible - Together... We can be oh so tragical - Whatever... Dressed up just like Ziggy, but he couldn't play guitar... Captain Crash and the Beauty Queen From Mars... Share a toothpick, trading lipstick... Watching traffic, for days at the diner... Holding hands, making big plans... Playing Superman... He was wearing eyeliner... Another local legend and his longtime lucky charm... You and me... We're invincible - Together... We can be oh so tragical - Whatever... All dressed up like Ziggy, but he couldn't play guitar... Captain Crash and the Beauty Queen From Mars... They're drunk on love as you can get... Getting high on lust and cigarettes... Living life with no regrets... At least they're gonna try... to fly... You and me... We've invincible - Together... We can be oh so tragical - Whatever... We're Sid and Nancy... Fred and Ginger... Clyde and Bonnie... Liz and Richard... Kurt and Courtney... Bacall and Bogie... Joltin' Joe and Miss Monroe... Here's Captain Crash and the Beauty Queen From Mars |
Right at this moment I am listening to "Every Heart Needs A Home" from the 1990 soundtrack to "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"
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That ain't bad. I remain partial to Bon Jovi, however. :tgrin:
------------------ I lost all faith in my God... In his religion, too... I told the angels they could sing their songs to someone new... I lost all trust in my friends... I watched my heart turn to stone... I thought that I was left to walk this wicked world alone... Tonight I'll dust myself off... Tonight I'll suck my gut in... I'll face the night and I'll pretend... I got something to believe in... And I had lost touch with reason... I watched life criticize the truth... I've been waiting for a miracle... I know you have, too... Though I know I won't win... I'll take this one on the chin... We'll raise a toast and I'll pretend... I got something to believe in... If I don't believe in Jesus... How can I believe The Pope? If I don't believe in heroin... How can I believe in dope? If there's nothing but survival... How can I believe in sin? In a world that gives you nothing... We need something to believe in... |
found a new jam the other day
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Don't move... Don't do anything... What we captured got away... Slipped from us... Don't speak... don't... Don't say anything... They've been recording all we say... For years now... You won't see them right away... But you'll hear them singing... Hold me closely now, but don't... Don't say anything... They've come to take me away... And won't leave until I'm gone... Don't feel... Don't love anything... Love attracts all those who taint the cherished... Don't try to... To change anything... Nothing pure can ever stay... You won't see them right away... But you'll hear them singing... Hold me closely now, but don't... Don't say anything... They've come to take me away... And won't leave until I'm gone... They'll say... 'Relax, you'll be fine...' All we love goes away... They'll take... All you let them find... All we love goes away... It Was Mine... It Was Mine. You won't see them right away... But you'll hear them singing... Hold me closely... But don't say anything... They've come to take me away... And won't leave until I'm gone... Don't say anything... Don't Say Anything. They won't leave until I'm gone... I'm Gone. |
I Remember When... I was told a story of crushed velvet, Candle wax, and dried-up flowers... The figure on the bed... All dressed up in roses, calling... Beckoning to sleep... Offering a Dream... Words were as mystical as purring animals... The Circle of Rage... The ghosts on the stage appeared... The time was so tangible, I'll never let it go... Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below... No one could see me... I fell into Yesterday... Our dreams seemed not far away... I want to... I want to... I want to... stay... I fell into Fantasy... The words were as mystical as purring animals... The Circle of Rage... The ghosts on the stage appeared... The time was so tangible, I'll never let it go... Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below... No one could see me... I fell into Yesterday... Our dreams seemed not far away... I want to... I want to... I want to... stay... I fell into Fantasy... The girl on the wall always waited for me... And she was always smiling... The Teenage Death Boys... The Teenage Death Girls... And everyone was dancing... Nothing could touch us then... No one could change us then... Everyone was dancing... Nothing could hurt us then... No one could see us then... Everyone was dancing... Everyone was dancing... No one could see me... I fell into Yesterday... Our dreams seemed not far away... I want to... I want to... I want to... stay... I fell into Fantasy... Our dreams seemed not far away... Our dreams seemed not far away... Our dreams seemed not far away... I fell into Fantasy... |
"Kind of blue" by Miles Davis which is one of the most BAD ASS albums ever recorded. |
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