"Southern Man" by Neil Young Southern man better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man I saw cotton and I saw black Tall white mansions and little shacks. Southern man when will you pay them back? I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking How long? How long? Southern man better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern man Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown I've seen your black man comin' round Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down! I heard screamin' and bullwhips cracking How long? How long?
I've always liked these lyrics. One of my favorite cover songs. NO NEWS She said, "it's just a woman thing," And pulled out of the drive I said not to worry I'm an understanding guy I heard that when you love someone You gotta let them go She hollered, "when i find myself You'll be the first to know." Ooo-hooo no news I've learned to do the laundry Feed the cat and clean the house I promised to be patient While she worked her problems out When she packed her bags Her destination was unclear But i sensed that her intentions Were honest and sincere Ooo-hooo no news (chorus) She could telephone, tell a friend Tell a lie about where she's been Send a pigeon, send a fax Write it on a post it pad Send a signal up in smoke Tap it out in morse code I'd prefer a bad excuse To no news Her momma's been a little vauge As to her whereabouts Her sister says, "i'm certain Your romance is headed south." I don't have a single doubt That she's still in love My level of anxiety Is just a product of Ooo-hooo no news (repeat chorus) She could telephone, tell a friend Tell a lie about where she's been Send a pigeon, send a fax Write it on a post it pad Send a signal up in smoke Tap it out in morse code I'd prefer a bad excuse... She missed her bus, missed her plane Surely, this can be explained Lost her car at the mall Got lost in a bathroom stall Joined a cult, joined the klan On the road with pearl jam Buried with the grateful dead Came back as a parrot head Got derailed, got de-iced Offered as a sacrafice FBI, CIA, if they've seen her They ain't saying No news! still no news!
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bi***es crawl (crawl)
DEPORTEES by Woody Guthrie The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border To take all their money to wade back again Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees My father's own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life It's six hundred miles to the Mexico border And they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon The great ball of fire it shook all our hills Who are these dear friends who are falling like dry leaves? Radio said, "They are just deportees" Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? Is this the best way we can raise our good crops? To fall like dry leaves and rot on out topsoil And be known by no names except "deportees" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From Straight To Hell - The Clash There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell boys Y'wanna join in a chorus Of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home See me got photo photo Photograph of you Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice. Straight to hell Oh Papa-san Please take me home Oh Papa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Washington Bullets - The Clash Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those Washington bullets again As every cell in Chile will tell The cries of the tortured men Remember Allende, and the days before, Before the army came Please remember Victor Jara, In the Santiago Stadium, Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961, Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun, For Castro is a colour, Is a redder than red, Those Washington bullets want Castro dead For Castro is the colour... ...That will earn you a spray of lead For the very first time ever, When they had a revolution in Nicaragua, There was no interference from America Human rights in America Well the people fought the leader, And up he flew... With no Washington bullets what else could he do? 'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel That the Moscow bullets missed Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist... ...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet, How many monks did the Chinese get? In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary, 'N' check the British bullets in his armoury Que? Sandinista
Jimi Hendrix Drifting On a sea of forgotten teardrops On a lifeboat Sailing for Your love Sailing home Drifting On a sea of old heartbreaks On a lifeboat Sailing for Your love Sailing home
Travel like a king Listen to the inner voice A higher wisdom is at work for you Conqering the stumbling blocks come easier When the conqueror is in tune with the infinite Every ending is a new beginning Life is an endless unfoldment Change your mind, and you change your relation to time You can find the answer The solution lies within the problem The answer is in every question Dig it? An attitude is all you need to rise and walk away Inspire yourself Your life is yours It fits you like your skin The oak sleeps in the acorn The giant sequoia tree sleeps in its tiny seed The bird waits in the egg God waits for his unfoldment in man Fly on, children Play on You gravitate to that which you secretly love most You meet in life the exact reproduction of your own thoughts There is no chance, coincidence or accident In a world ruled by law and divine order You rise as high as your dominant aspiration You descend to the level of your lowest concept of your self Free your mind and your ass will follow The infinite intelligence within you knows the answers Its nature is to respond to your thoughts Be careful of the thought-seeds you plant in the garden of your mind For seeds grow after their kind Play on, children Every thought felt as true Or allowed to be accepted as true by your conscious mind Take roots in your subconscious Blossoms sooner or later into an act And bears its own fruit Good thoughts bring forth good fruit Bull**** thoughts rot your meat Think right, and you can fly The kingdom of heaven is within Free your mind, and your ass will follow Play on, children Sing on, lady
I adore thee Mother Mary But would you change me back to a witch And let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm Give the gypsy moths a realm of their own For a postman’s fee would I work for Thee From that tree would I swoop down and leave A billion blue eggs of eternity And in no time you’d have your own See Don’t just stare I mean it, really Hear my prayer I give it freely Are you there Fleur-de-Lis? I adore thee Mother Mary But would you change me back to a witch And let me live in the arms of willow And fly around not wearing a stitch For so long has this room been so hollow We wait at the gate for an echo In the flesh of your newly cleaned frescoes Where Jesus holds John to his breast Wrapped around And rocking slowly No one bound To be so holy In your gown of fleur-de-lis I adore thee Mother Mary But would you change me back to a witch As a witch would I love you more than any man So give a wink, give a nod, but give a damn Be a sport, Mary, and don’t tell Dad He need never know how He’s been had And never you mind about those seven seals Daddy was a one shot deal One, two, three It could be that easy There we’d be I with my baby On a sea of fleur-de-lis Do-re-mi It could be that easy There we’d be I with my baby On a sea of fleur-de-lis http://richardshindell.com/index.php?page=songs&display=67
Fish Heads Fish Heads Rolly Polly Fish Heads Fish Heads Fish Heads Eat them up. Yum! For the people who remember this song, I just ruined your day. This chorus has a way of sticking in your head.
speaking of Queen...have any Houston area posters seen the commercial for that bike shop with "Bicycle Race" playing? LOL! Bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it where I like
Mongoloid - Devo mongoloid he was a mongoloid happier than you and me mongoloid he was a mongoloid and it determined what he could see mongoloid he was a mongoloid one chromosome too many mongoloid he was a mongoloid and it determined what he could see and he wore a hat and he had a job and he brought home the bacon so that no one knew mongoloid he was a mongoloid his friends were unaware mongoloid he was a mongoloid nobody even cared --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything but then again I was thinking about nothing And then my mom came in and I didn't even know she was there she called my name and I didn't even hear it, and then she started screaming MIKE! MIKE! And I go: What, what's the matter And she goes: What's the matter with you? I go: There's nothing-wrong mom. And she goes: Don't tell me that, you're on drugs! And I go: No mom I'm not on drugs, I'm okay, I was just thinking you know, why don't you get me a pepsi. And she goes: NO you're on drugs! I go: Mom I'm okay, I'm just thinking. She goes: No you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act that way! I go: Mom just give me a Pepsi please All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
Hmmm, I wonder who illegal downloads music.... The name of the song is actually "Yellow," and it's off the Parachutes CD. Ummm, how bad is it that I know exactly what the lyrics were in that post? (the first one)
The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin' That's what I said The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand Or, so I've read. My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo I love to sink her with my pink torpedo. Big bottom Big bottom Talk about bum cakes My gal's got 'em. Big bottom Drive me out of my mind. how can I leave this behind? I saw her on Monday, twas my lucky bun day You know what I mean. I love her each weekday, each velvety cheekday You know what I mean. My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights Big game's waiting there inside her tights. Big bottom Big bottom Talk about mud flaps My gal's got 'em. Big bottom Drive me out of my mind. How can I leave this behind?
"I need to slow down, moving through life at a high speed, watching all the slow runners pass by me" Prodigy from Mobb Deep
Costello has so many great lyrics and alot are on his first album. I was using a lyric from Motel Matches off of Get Happy! (My favorite album) for my sig. Some of the ones off My aim is true are: I said I'm so happy I could die she said "drop dead" and left with another guy - The angels wanna wear my red shoes Welcome to the working week I know it don't thrill you I hope it don't kill you Welcome to the working week you gotta do it til you do it so you better get to it - Welcome to the working week When I step upon your face and grin that good luck grin I got break out one weekend before I do somebody in But every single time I feel a little stronger they tell me it's a crime well how much longer? - Blame it on Cain And my favorite : Calling Mr. Oswald with the swastika tatoo there is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo carving V for vandal on the guilty boys head when he's had enough of that maybe you'll take him to bed to teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead Costello IMO is the best lyricist EVER!!!
From The Saturday Boy - Billy Bragg Did she close her eyes like I did As we held each other tight And la la la la la la la la means I love you She danced with me and I still hold that memory Soft and sweet And I stare up at her window As I walk down her street But I never made the first team, I just made the first team laugh And she never came to the phone She was always in the bath In the end, it took me a dictionary To find out the meaning of unrequited While she was giving herself for free At a party to which I was never invited I never understood my failings then And I hide my humble hopes now Thinking back she made us want her A girl not old enough to shave her legs
