Amazon exiles discussion

Rock'n, rock'n'roll radio Let's go
Rock'n, rock'n'roll radio Let's go
Rock'n, rock'n'roll radio Let's go
Rock'n, rock'n'roll radio Let's go
Do you remember Hullabaloo,
Upbeat, Shinding and Ed Sullivan too?
Do you remember rock'n'roll radio?
Do you remember rock'n'roll radio?
Do you remember Murray the K,
Alan Freed, and high energy?
It's the end, the end of the 70's
It's the end, the end of the century
Do you remember lying in bed
With your covers pulled up over your head?
Radio playin' so no one can see
We need change, we need it fast
Before rock's just part of the past
'Cause lately it all sounds the same to me
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh
Will you remember Jerry Lee,
John Lennon, T. Rex and OI Moulty?
It's the end, the end of the 70's
It's the end, the end of the century
(ramones)

Hey Frankie?! ... Ooohhhhhhhh ...

I was walking down the street one day, When I looked up I saw a friend
Hey Frankie?! - do you remember me?

He looked at me and then I blushed, 'Cos I remembered I loved you so much
Way back then, we were friends, Going together but then you left me
Frankie?! - do you remember me? ... Frankie?! - do you remember me?

You were fifteen, I was twelve, It was summer - we were so in love
I never loved anyone this much, Look at me, I'm thrilled to your touch
Hey Frankie?! - do you remember me? ... Frankie?! - do you remember me?

Ohhh, how you brought me down - down - down ...
All I did was run around - around ...
You'll never know? ... how much I loved you! ...

Frankie?! - do you remember me? Do you remember me? - Frankie?!
You walked me to the Deli, Then we sat in the booth where it all began
I looked into your big eyes, And I said to myself we coulda have twins
Hey Frankie?! - do you remember me?

Ohhh, how you brought me down - down - down ...
All I did was run around - around ...
You'll never know? ... how much I loved you! ...

He looked at me and then I blushed ...
Frankie?! - do you remember me? Do you remember me? - Frankie?!
My Frankie, my baby, Frankie?! - do you remember me?
Frankie?! - do you remember me? Frankie?! ...

(Sister Sledge)

Frankie teardrop
Twenty year old Frankie
He's married he's got a kid
And he's working in a factory
He's working from seven to five
He's just trying to survive
Well lets hear it for Frankie
Frankie Frankie
Well Frankie can't make it
'Cause things are just too hard
Frankie can't make enough money
Frankie can't buy enough food
And Frankie's getting evicted
Oh let's hear it for Frankie
Oh Frankie Frankie
Oh Frankie Frankie
(suicide)

Dark weekends in the sun out on Chelsea Road
Descending the stairs, ahhh Frankie, my one
Check your makeup in the mirror, c'mon babe, let's go
We'll dance 'round this dirty town till the night is all done

Let all the finer things sleep alone tonight
Let all the minor kings lose their thrones tonight
Don't worry about us, baby, we'll be alright

Well everybody's dying, this town's closing down
They're all sittin' down at the courthouse, waiting for 'em to take the flag down
I see strange flashes in the sky up above
Gonna spend the night at the Drive-in with the one that I love

At dusk the stars all appear on the screen
Yeah, just like they do each night in my dreams
But tonight's no dream, Frankie, I can feel myself too
Well, now and forever, baby, my love is for you

Here we go! Here! Walk softly tonight, little stranger
Yeah into these shadows we're passing through
Talk softly tonight, little angel, You make all my dream worlds come true, Whoa!

Well, lately I've been standing out in the freezing rain
Readin' them "want" ads out on Chelsea Road
I'm winging down the street in search of new games
Hustling through these nightlights' diamond glow

Well, Frankie, I don't know what I'm gonna find?
Maybe nothing at all, maybe a world I can call mine?
Shining like these streetlights down here on The Strand
Bright as the rain in the palm of your hand

Walk softly tonight, little stranger, Into these shadows where lovers go
Talk softly to me, little angel, Whisper your secrets so soft and low
Walk softly tonight, little stranger, Into these shadows where lovers go
Talk softly to me, little angel, Whisper your secrets so soft and low

Walk softly tonight, little angel, Into these shadows where lovers go
Talk softly to me, little stranger, Whisper your secrets so soft and low
Talk softly to me, Talk softly to me, Talk softly to me, Talk softly to me

(Bruce Springsteen)

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you?
Give me a cigarette
God give me patience
Just no more conversation
Oh, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
Sick all over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the colors blend
(morrissey)

Might as well just say it, Might as well just come out and say it
You have your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
All that Moonlight and Magnolia, It just doesn't cut it, it just doesn't cut it anymore
You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn

Ashley Wilkes, gentleman that he is, he'll protect you
You had your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn

If I wanted to, I could remove all thoughts of him from your head
Like this, like this, Like this, like this
You can lie all you want to do, You can cry all you want to do
You can scheme all you want to do, See if I care?
You've had your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn

Buildings were burning to the right of us, Buildings were burning to the left of us
Those fires are out now, You have your fans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
That soft Southern accent? Delivered without the slightest trace of a British accent
Even that's starting to wear on me, I've made my plans, but ...
Frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn

If I wanted to, I could remove all thoughts of him from your head
Like this, like this, Like this, like this
You can lie all you want to do, You can cry all you want to do
You can scheme all you want to do, See if I care?
You had your plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn

We cut each other so much slack, That we were both falling over backwards
You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
Got my bearings now, know where I'm going now?... out ... out ...
You had your chance, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn

Might as well just say it, Might as well just come out and say it
Might as well just say it, Might as well just come out and say it
I've made my plans, but frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
I've made my plans, and frankly, Scarlett, I don't give a damn
I've made my plans, and frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn

(Sparks)

Gone with the wind, just like a leaf that has blown away
Gone with the wind, my romance has flown away
Yesterday's kisses are still on my lips
I had a lifetime of heaven on my fingertips
But now all is gone, gone is the rapture that thrilled my heart
Just like a flame, love burned brightly
Then became an empty smoke dream that has gone
Gone with the wind

Frank Sinatra

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day's work
And you're waiting there, not a care in the world
See the smile a-waitin' in the kitchen, food cookin'
And the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening
When the day is through
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
(Isley Brothers)

Love is all around feel it in the breeze
Summer’s comin round dressing up the trees
And it makes me feel alright
Watching all the signs of passing time
Seasons going round, digging in their heels
Open up your heart to the passing time
Clear yourself a path you can leave behind
Leave a lot of love in each heart you find
Open up your arms to the passing time
Roses in the ground growing in the fields of summer light
Showers falling down, all is as it seems
If it makes you feel alright
Don’t regret a thing you leave behind
Love is growing wild.. out in summer fields
Open up your heart to the passing time
Clear yourself a path you can leave behind
Leave a lot of love in each heart you find
Open up your arms to the passing time
Open up your heart to the passing time
Clear yourself a path you can leave behind
Leave a lot of love in each heart you find
Open up your arms to the passing time

(Eddi Reader)

My death is like
a swinging door
a patient girl who knows the score
whistle for her
and the passing time

My death waits like
a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
weep loud for that
and the passing time

My death waits like
a witch at night
and surely as our love is bright
let's laugh for us
and the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you
(scott walker)

Hey baby, what side of the door am I on?
I need to know now, yes I do
Hey baby, what side of the door am I on?
I need to know now, yes I do
Am I inside or outside of your heart?
Am I crying or am I gone? I want to know now
(Jimmy Hughes)

You went away and left me long time ago
Now you're knocking on my door
I hear you knocking, but you can't come in
I hear you knocking, go back where you been
I begged you not to go but you said goodbye
And now you're telling me all your lies
I hear you knocking, but you can't come in
I hear you knocking, go back where you been, oh yeah
You better get back to your used-to-be
'Cause you're kinda love ain't good for me
I hear you knocking, but you can't come in
I hear you knocking, go back where you been
I told you way back in Fifty-two
That I would never go with you
I hear you knocking but you can't come in
I hear you knocking, go back where you been

Dave Edmunds

There's a man that lives next door
In my neighbourhood
In my neighbourhood
He gets me down

He gets in so late at night
Always a fuss and fight
Always a fuss and fight
All through the night

I've got to get away from here
This is not a place for me to stay
I've got to take my family
We'll find a quiet place

Hear the pots and pans they fall
Bang against my wall
Bang against my wall
No rest at all
(dennis brown)

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police always come late
If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say, "they can't interfere
With domestic affairs,
Between a man and his wife."
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said,
"I'm here to keep the peace."
Will the crowd disperse
I think we all could use some sleep"

Tracy Chapman

the old stand by,

Mary Provost did not look her best
The day the cops bust into her lonely nest
In the cheap hotel up
On Hollywood West July 29
She'd been lyin' there
For two or three weeks
The neighbors said
They never heard a squeak
For hungry eyes that could not speak
Said even little doggie's have got to eat
She was winner
The became the doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
(But now I see) Oh poor Mary
(nick lowe)

The Provost's ae daughter was making her lane
Oh but her love was easy won
And she heard a Scots prisoner a making his mane
And she's the fair flower of Northumberland

"It's oh, gin the lassie would borrow a key"
Oh but her love was easy won
"And I'd make her a lady of high degree
If she'd loose me out of this prison stang"

Oh she's gane then tae her faither's bed stock
Oh but her love was easy won
And she's stolen the keys for many a braw lock
And she's loosed him out of his prison strang

Oh she's gane ben tae her faither's stable
Oh but her love was easy won
And she's ta'en a horse that's both fleet and able
To carry them ben tae bonnie Scotland

As they were a riding across the Scot's moor
He said, "Oh but her love was easy won
Get doon frae my horse, you're a brazen faced whore
Although you're the flower of northumberland"

"It's I hae a wife in my ain country
Oh but her love was easy won
And I cannae do nothing wi a lassie like thee
So go get ye back tae Northumberland"

"It's cook in your kitchen I surely will be"
Oh but her love was easy won
"And I'll serve your lady most reverently
For I dare nae go back tae Northumberland"

"It's cook in my kitchen ye cannae well be
Oh but her love was easy won
For my lady, she winnae hae servants like thee
So get ye back tae Northumberland"

But laith was he the lassie tae tyne
He said, " Oh but her love was easy won"
So he's hired an old horse and he's feed an old man
To carry her hame tae Northumberland

But when she gaed in, her Faither did froon
And said, " Oh but her love was easy won
To be a Scot's whore and you're fifteen years old
And you're the fair flower of Northumberland"

But when she gaed in, her mither did smile
And said, " Oh but her love was easy won
You're nae the first that the Scots hae beguiled
And you're still the fair flower of Northumberland"

"For ye winnae want bread and ye winnae want wine
Oh but her love was easy won
And ye winnae want silver to buy a man
And you're still the fair flower of Northumberland"


Traditional

When it happened we walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped a large
Man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and
Stuff through his flat window. She had a way with people like that
Thanked us and we moved on

'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English
Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned
It into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs had
Worsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in praise of
The track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone
Voices

I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German
Government had brought over large yellow trains on Teeside docks
In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about
In the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town

I'm Joe Totale
The yet unborn son
The North will rise again
The North will rise again
Not in 10,000 years
Too many people cower to criminals
And government crap
The estates stick up like stacks
The North will rise again (x4)
Look where you are
Look where you are
The future death of my father
(the fall)

How does the magic move around you?
How does the magic move around you?
So come down from the castle, say
"The old town looks the same"
My father's ghost from '53
The south will rise again
How does the magic move around you?
The queen of the south frowns upon you
Went to see the medium
Went to change my name
Came back home a better man
The south will rise again


See I was born and I will die here
And the seasons never change
Scatter my ashes in the water
The gods have smiled, all hail the new queen
The south will rise again

How does the magic move around you
Church bells ring out Sunday morning
(No one can quite believe the news)
Children's faces betray the second coming
It's Sunday morning
He was a leading light with his fascism of the day
We are angry and we're geting nearer
The gods have smiled, all hail the new queen
The south will rise again
The gods have smiled, all hail the new queen
The south will rise again
How does the magic move around you?

The Auteurs

Hey Mac did ye see him as ye cam' doon by Gorgie,
Awa ower the Lammerlaw or North o' the Tay?
Yon man is comin' and the haill toon is turnin' oot:
We're a' sure he'll win back to Glesga the day.
The jiners and hauders-oan are marchin' frae Clydebank;
Come on noo an hear him - he'll be ower thrang tae bide.
Turn oot, Jock and Jimmie: leave your cranes and your muckle gantries.

Great John MacLean's comin' back tae the Clyde.
Aye, Great John MacLean's comin' back tae the Clyde

Argyle Street and London Road's the route that we're marchin' -
The lads frae the Broomilaw are here - tae a man!
Hi Neil, whaur's yer hadarums, ye big Heilan' teuchter?
Get your pipes, mate and march at the heid o' the clan.
Hullo Pat Malone: sure I knew you'd be here so:
The Blue and the Green me lad we'll wear side by side.
Gorbals is his the day, and Glasgow belongs tae him.

Great John MacLean's comin' hame tae the Clyde

Forward tae Glesga Green we'll march in guid order:
Wull grips the banners well (that boy isna blate).
Ay there, man that's Johnnie noo - that' him there, the bonnie fechter.
Lenin's his fere, lad an'Leibnecht his mate.
Tak tent when he's speakin', for they'll mind whit he's said here.
In Glesga, oor city - an' the haill world beside.
Och hey, lad the scarlet' bonnie: here's tae ye, Heilan Shony!
John MacLean's comin' back tae the Clyde.

Oor ain John MacLean's has come hame tae the Clyde.

Aweel when it's feenished, I'm awa hame tae Springburn
(Come hame tae your tea John, we'll soon hae ye fed)
It's hard work this speakin': Och, I'm shair he'll be tired the nicht
I'll sleep oan the flair and gie Mac the bed.
The hill city's quiet noo: it kens that he's restin'
At hame wi' his Glesga freens, their fame and their pride!
The red will be worn, my lads an Scotland will rise again.

Noo great John MacLean's has come hame tae the Clyde.

(Hamish Henderson)

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite
My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelites
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor me Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm
You sound your alarm
Poor me Israelites
(desmond dekker)

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears
Oh Hard times come again no more

Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more

While we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more

Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more

Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more


Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more
Oh hard times come again no more

Written by Stephen Foster.

Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright
And he says in a little while you're gonna be alright
All he gives is a hunger pill,
A dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times as this?
There once was a time when everything was cheap
But now prices nearly puts a man to sleep
When we pay our grocery bill
We just feel like making out our will
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times as this?
(Ry Cooder)

Hear that little baby crying?
Yes she's crying, she's crying
She's crying because she's hungry

You can hear her mama saying
It ain't easy, ain't easy
Ain't easy when you're poor, you see

And speaking of life in the ghetto
Where sur-vival is the motto
And putting it to you
Poverty is a sin

Uptown babies don't cry
They don't know what hungry is like
Uptown babies don't cry
They don't know what suffering is like
They have mummy and daddy
Lot's of toys to play with
Nanny and granny
Lot's of friends to stay with
(max romeo)

It's not that easy being green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow, or gold
Or something much more colorful like that?

It's not easy being green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
Not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water or stars in the sky

But green's the color of Spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like an ocean, or important
Like a mountain, or tall like a tree

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why? - but why wonder wonder why?
I am green, and it'll do fine, it's beautiful
And I think it's what I want to be

(Kermit the Frog) ;o>

Here we come, we're coming fast
All the others are in the past
Jump to your feet, let us catch your eye
We're the green fuz

We're not too fast, we're not too slow
Come along baby to see where we go
Jump to your feet, let us catch your eye
We're the green fuz

We're coming fast and I'll tell you why
Jump to your feet, let us catch your eye
Here we come baby and you'd better run
We're the green fuz
(the cramps)

Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?
With his long tail hanging down
He sits quietly under every tree
In the folds of his velvet gown
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
The dew that dawn sweetly bestows
And he taps his cane upon the ground
Signals the snowdrops it's time to grow
It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green
No place to dance, no time for song
He wears the colours of the summer soldier
Carries the green flag all the winter long
Jack, do you never sleep?
Does the green still run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times
Motorways, power lines, keep us apart?
Well I don't think so
I saw some grass growing through the pavements today
(Jethro Tull)

And with the rain, a stranger came, His eyes were filled with love and pain
He ate, and slept, and darkness fell, And in his sleep his mind did tell of
Green Circles, (circles of), Green Circles

He dreamt of circles in the air, And in his heart and everywhere
He wanted all the world to be, As free as he so they could see those
Green Circles, (circles of), Green Circles

His face was worn, the lines they told, The dust and patience of his load
As with the dawn he went his way, And with him went his love and pain
And Green Circles, (circles of), Green Circles

Green Circles, Green Circles, Green Circles
Green Circles, Green Circles, Green Circles
Green Circles, Green Circles

(The Small Faces)

And it's all the pain that men hold
Looking for her, shouldn't speak
Just like ending my home
Smiling face like having
Trace lights becoming a burning
Trace lights they got home
Trace lights that make you make a home again
Trace lights bring back hair
Yes, I feel everything
I'm so green, I'm so green
"Yes, I feel everything" you say
Yes, I feel as you say
Trace lights, they're just going short all the time
Take back beginning, sense to grey
I'm so green, yes, I'm so green
I'm so green, I'm so green
I feel everything
"I feel everything" you say
"I feel everything" you hear
" I feel everything" you hear
I'm going to get them
(Can)

Robert owes half to Grenville, who in turn gave half to Larry
Who adored my instrumentals, and so he gave half to a foreign publisher
She took half the money, that was earned in some far distant land
Gave back half to Larry, and I end up with half of goodness knows what?!
Ohhh, can somebody explain, why things go on this way?
I thought they were my friends, I can't believe it's me? I can't believe that I'm so green?
Eyes down, round and round, let's all sit and watch the moneygoround
Everyone takes a little bit here ... and a little bit there ...

Do they all deserve money from a song that they've never heard?
They don't know the tune - and they don't know the words?!
But they don't give a damn, there's no end to it
I'm in a pit and I'm stuck in it, the money goes round, and around, and around
And it comes out here when they've all taken their share
I went to see a Solicitor, and my story was heard and the writs were served
On the verge of a nervous breakdown, I decided to fight right to the end
But if I ever get my money, I'll be too old and grey to spend it?

Ohhh, but life goes on, and on, and no-one ever wins ...
And time goes quickly by, just like the moneygoround ...
I only hope that I'll survive

(The Kinks)

Red gold and green,
Red gold and green,
The primary colours in Iration.

Red blood,
My brothers and sisters shed..
When we are caught by the enemies.
African blood running through my veins.

Red gold and green,
Red gold and green.

Gold, golden sunshine,
Keeps on shining in Mount Zion I.
Rises from out of the ark of the covenant.

Red gold and green,
Red gold and green,
The primary colours in Iration.

The vast wishes evergreen, (?)
From all the cattle on earth that, can be seen,
And Jah make herbs for the human beings.
(hugh mundell)

In the Morenos Mountains campesinos are planting their fields
While the ghost of Zapata rides a horse that can still outrun the wheel
There, free in the sky high above, nearly clear out of sight
It's the Free Mexican Air Force flyin' tonight

In the City of Angels, a cowboy is cooling his heels
Remembering that God gave us herbs and the fruits of the fields
But a criminal law that makes outlaws of those seeking light
Made the Free Mexican Air Force -- Mescalito riding his white horse --
Yeah, the Free Mexican Air Force is flyin' tonight!
Flying so high - yi - hiyeeeee! ...

How strange that an innocent herb causes money to burn
They'll jail you or kill you for making those rich fat cats squirm
They're the fools who make rules with no difference between wrong or right
That's why the Free Mexican Air Force is flyin' tonight

Uncle Sam in his misery put a nix on the fields of Guerrero
Sayin', "Shoot down all gringos and wetbacks who dare wear sombreros!"
Either run for your life, surrender, or stand up and fight --
Or join the Free Mexican Air Force -- Mescalito riding his white horse --
Yeah, the Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight!
Flying so high - yi - hiyeeeee! ...

Peter Rowan

YAY!

Long ago,
High on a mountain in Mexico
Lived a young shepherd boy, Angelo
Who met a young girl and he loved her so
Rich was she,
Came from a very high family,
Angelo knew it could never be,
They ran away to their destiny
Running away together
Running away forever
Angelo
Running away from danger
Hiding from every stranger
Angelo
They knew it wasn't wrong
They found a love so strong
They took their lives at night
And in the morning light
They found them on the sand
They saw them lying there, hand-in-hand
(b.o.m.)
:)

He's still got, you know? ... I'm not quite sure what it is that he's got? - but nevertheless he's got it!!! ... (*SWOON*) ... ;o>

I taste the sunshine, I reach for the moon
I’m hearing sparks fly, It smells like June
All of my senses mix up and expand ...
When we walk hand in hand

Night’s never lonely, And grey days are fair
Your shadow follows me everywhere
Tell me it’s crazy, And I’ll say it’s grand ...
‘Cause we’re still hand in hand

My heart flip-flops, my breath short-stops inside me
When you’re here beside me, Where you should always be

Clouds are below me, And I’m in the sky
I’m standing still, Let the world fly by
You say you love me, And you understand
So say you’ll wear a matching wedding band? ...
Say we’ll be hand in hand

(Lindsay Mendez)

I can't believe it
And people are strange
Our president's crazy
Did you hear what he said
Business and pleasure
Lie right to your face
Divide it in sections
And then give it away
There are no big secrets
Don't believe what you read
We have great big bodies
We got great big heads
Run-a-run-a-run it all together
Check it out - still don't make no sense
Makin' flippy floppy
Tryin to do my best
Lock the door
We kill the beast
Kill it!
(talking heads)

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

The Doors

Einstein was not a handsome fellow.
Nobody ever called him Al.
He had a long moustache to pull on, it was yellow.
I don't believe he ever had a girl.
One thing he missed out in his theory
Of time and space and relativity
Is something that makes it very clear he
Was never gonna score like you and me:
He didn't know about
Quark, strangeness & charm...

I had a dangerous liaison:
To be found out would have been a disgrace.
We had to rendezvous some days on
The corner of an undiscovered place.
We got sick of chat-chat-chatter
And the look upon everybody's face.
But all that doesn't not antimatter now:
We've got ourselves a black hole out in space,
And we're talking 'bout
Quark, strangeness & charm...

(Hawkwind)

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

Paul Simon

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong?
Well, don't you worry, baby, Don't worry
'Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home

'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run, Wooo Wooooo

You're the cutest thing, That I ever did see
I really love your peaches, Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee, baby, I'll sure show you a good time

'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no-one

(The Steve Miller Band)

and dedicated to the steve miller band! :)

My mother said,
That I never should,
Play with the naughty rude girls in the wood.

Their giggling talk,
I could never understand,
And that's why I fell in love with my right hand.

And that's why,

[Chorus:]
I'm a wanker,
I'm a wanker,
And it does me good like it bloody well should
I'm a wanker,
I'm a wanker,
And I'm always pulling my pud
(ivor biggun and the red nosed burglars)

whit? :)

How many more years? Have I got to let you dog me around
How many more years? Ohhh, I got to let you dog me around
I'd soon rather be dead, Sleeping six feet in the ground

I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand
I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand
Say, I'd feel much better, darlin', If you'd just only understand

I'm goin' upstairs, I'm gonna bring back down my clothes
I'm goin', I'm gonna bring back down my clothes, do them all
If anybody ask about me? Just tell 'em I walked out on

(Howlin' Wolf)

....and it'll have to be.......

Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
(nick cave)

Oh, he wrote a song all about Stockport then?! ;o> ...

As the world spins round - here and ever after ...

Precious and too sweet, I shall pray love your soul to keep
And I lay me gently down, I shall be dreaming deep of you

On a bed of silver sand, I'll take you lightly by the hand
And we'll dance on by the moon, I shall be dreaming deep of you

Shattered, dreamy, Calm and sweetly ... Fool enough for two ...

(Erasure)

If your body's feelin' bad
And it's the only one you have
You want to take away the pain
Go out walkin' in the rain
You watch the flowers go to bed
Ask the man inside your head
Your spirit never has to grieve
All ya got to do's believe
The faith healer
The faith healer

All ya got to do is feel
Your body's going to start to heal
The fingertips in holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
It don't matter what the doctor said
The healer man will sail away
Immortality for two
The miracles, they'll come to you
The faith healer
The faith healer

Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?

Faith and hope and charity
The simple relativity
He can make you understand
All you've got to take his hand
It don't matter what somebody said
Ask the man inside your head
The fingertips in holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
The faith healer
The faith healer
(s.a.h.b.)

I got a little change in my pocket going ching-a-ling-a-ling
Wanna call you on the telephone, baby, give you a ring?
But each time we talk, I get the same old thing ...
Always, "No huggee, no kissee, until I get a wedding ring"
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

Ooh, baby, baby, baby, why you gonna treat me this way?
You know I'm still your loverboy, I still feel the same way
That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow
And said, "No huggee, no kissee, until I get a wedding vow"
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

You see, I wanted her real bad, and I was about to give in
That's when she started talking about true love, started talking about sin
I said, "Honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life"
She said, "No huggee, no kissee, until you make me a wife"
My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf
She said, "Don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself"

(The Georgia Satellites)

I say: The people of Handsworth
Know that one hand wash the other (so they say)
So, let's join hands my bredren
Make the way for our children (our children, our children)
And their children (their children, their children)
Ensuring that they get life's fair share of, equality..

Doesn't justice stand for all?
Doesn't justice stand for all?
Doesn't justice stand for all mankind?
We find society putting us down
Crowning us, crowning us, crowning us, crowning us
A place of evil, oh, oh
Handsworth means us the black people
Handsworth means us the black people
We're talking now, speaking Jah Jah language!

It's a long, long way we're coming from
To send this message across, across
Its been hidden, forbidden, concealed, unrevealed
Its got to come out In the open that

Babylon is falling!
Babylon is falling!
(steel pulse)

You need hands to hold someone you care for
You need hands to show that you're sincere
When you feel nobody wants to know you?
You need hands to brush away your tear

When you hold a brand new baby
You need tender hands to guide them on their way
You need hands to thank the Lord for living ...
And for giving us this day

You need hands to show the world you're happy
And you need hands when you have to stop the bus
But the hands we love so dear, Are the hands we love to hear
Are the hands that you give to us ... EVERYBODY! ...
Are the hands that you give to us ... (*audience clapping*)

(Max Bygraves)

You need feet, to stand up straight with,
You need feet, to kick your friends,
You need feet, to keep your socks up,
And stop your legs from, fraying at the ends.

You need feet, to walk to Scunthorpe,
Or to dance, the hoochy-coo,
Yes the whole world needs
feet for something,
And I need feet, to run away from you.

Bernard Bresslaw