Great Song Lyrics

@Timmy Tucker have you seen this?

 

I have a disdain for celebrities who spout on about their politics/beliefs, even Roger Waters. I have been listening to PF since my early teens when they were churning out mainly shit. I hated Thatcher and I hate her memory. But do you really think that Thatcher thought "oh fucking hell, the Belgrano poses one hell of a threat to our fleet". No, the professionals did and advised her so and asked for permission to sink the ship. Regardless of her reasons, she came up with the right answer. War has to be waged by the professionals.

 

Canned Heat. Let’s work together

Together we stand, divided we fall
Come on now people, let's get on the ball and work together
Come on, come on let's work together, now now people
Because together we will stand, every boy every girl woman and a man
Before when things go wrong, as they sometimes will
And the road you travel, it stays all uphill
Let's work together, come on, come on, let's work together
You know together we will stand, every boy, girl, woman and a man
Oh well now, two or three minutes, two or three hours
What does it matter now, in this life of ours
Let's work together, come on, come on
Let's work together, now now people
Because together we will stand, every boy, every woman and a man

 

Is it? I think you’re reading something into it that isn’t in the lyric.Though I don’t doubt that Waters is and was NOT a fan of the Iron Lady.

The later lyric to The Fletcher Memorial Home gives it away...


Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real.
It's the only connection they feel.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisley
Mr. Brezhnev and party.
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.

And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin-
American Meat packing glitterati.

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their
Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favorite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb.
Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.

 

Sister Rosetta Thorpe was brilliant. I love her “Didn’t it rain” song

 

Piper to the end. Mark koffner

 

Well i went to see my cheften with my war lance and my women

 

Amazed this hasn't come up yet.

It was Dumpy's Rusty Nuts that introduced me to it though; too young to remeber the original.

DS

JUST FOR KICKS
(Mike Sarne)

If there's one thing that I like
It's a burn up on my bike
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
Now the M1 ain't much fun
Till you try and do a ton
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like

Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks

When my bird decides to turn up
I'm off to have a burn up
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
When I pass a little scooter
I blast him with my hooter
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like

Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks

We meet the other ton-up boys at Fred's Cave every night
We just drop in to see the birds and sometimes have a bite
We spend a couple of hours just tunin' our machines
With our black leather jackets and our oily greasy jeans

If there's one thing that I like
It's a burn up on my bike
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
Now the M1 ain't much fun
Till you try and do a ton
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like

Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks

Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks

 

One foot on the brake and one on the gas, hey!
Well, there's too much traffic, I can't pass, no!
So I tried my best illegal move
Well, baby, black and white come and touched my groove again!
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can't drive 55! Oh No!
Uh!
So I signed my name on number 24, hey!
Yeah the judge said, "Boy, just one more...
We're gonna throw your ass in the city joint"
Looked me in the eye, said, "You get my point?"
I said Yea!, Oh yea!
Write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can't drive 55!
Oh, yea!
I can't drive 55!
I can't drive 55!
I can't drive 55!
I can't drive 55!
Uh!
When I drive that slow, you know it's hard to steer.
And I can't get get my care out of second gear.
What used to take two hours now takes all day. Huh!
It took me 16 hours to get to L.A.
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can't drive 55!
No, no no,
I can't drive...
(I can't drive 55!)
I can't drive...
(I can't drive 55!)
I can't drive 55!

 

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You could almost think that you're seeing double
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.

 

A couple of amazing, moving songs by Assemblage 23

30,000ft
Hello, if you're there pick up the phone
I'm calling from thirty thousand feet above you
The captain's just informed us that our plane is going down
So I'm calling for one last time to say I love you
I'm not certain how much time I might have left so I'll be brief
I'm sorry if this message only amplifies your grief
But I couldn't bear the burden of never having said goodbye
And the pain you feel I promise you will go away with time
I'm sorry I won't be there to see our children grow
Please tell them that I loved them more than they will ever know
Tell my family and friends how much I love them all as well
I'm sure that we will meet again but only time will tell
I'm sorry most of all I won't be there when you grow old
To be there by your side and keep you warm when you are cold
Forgive me but I think my time is drawing to a close
So I've one last thing to tell you now before I have to go
I.................


Disappoint
Just one more time
For the sake of sanity
Tell me why
Explain the gravity
That drove you to this
That brought you to this place
That pushed you down
Into the soil's embrace
Give me the chance
I was denied
To sit and talk with you
For one last time
Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.
I can't forget
Having to see
The words that knocked the wind
Right out of me
It's not enough
I've come undone
Trying to find sense
Where there is none
Just give me peace
You owe me that
To help ward off the fears
I must combat
Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.
And so I ask
For one more chance
To understand
This senseless circumstance
Help me to see
This through your eyes
The reasons I've been trying
To surmise
Though you are gone
I am still your son
And while your pain is over
Mine has just begun
Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.

 

"I don't wanna pickle. I just want to ride my motor-sickle."

 

Loooove AC/DC!!

 

I go to parties sometimes until four
It's hard to leave when you can't find the door



....or so I've heard anyway.

 

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

 

Mama told me, when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely, to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.

Ohh take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come, and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.

(Chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
And maybe some day you'll love and understand.
Baby be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

(Chorus)

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.

 

Says Red Molly, to James, "Well that's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like."
Says James, to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you.
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.

And I've seen you on the corners and cafes, it seems.
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme."
And he pulled her on behind,
And down to Boxhill,
They'd Ride.

Says James, to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand.
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man;
For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen.
I've robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
And now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two.
And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you.
But if fate should break my stride, then I'll give you my Vincent, To Ride."

"Come down Red Molly, " called Sargent McQuade.
"For they've taken young James Aidee for Armed Robbery.
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
Oh, come down, Red Molly, to his dying bedside."
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left.
He was runnin' out of road. He was runnin' out of breath.
But he smiled, to see her cry.
And said, "I'll give you my Vincent.
To Ride."

Said James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a '52 Vincent and a Redheaded girl.
Now Nortons and Indians and Greavses won't do.
Oh, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent '52."

Well he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys.
He said, "I've got no further use...for these.
I see Angels on Ariels in leather and chrome,
Swoopin' down from Heaven to carry me home."

And he gave her one last kiss and died.
And he gave her his Vincent.
To Ride.

 

“But it’s hard to get by,
When her arse is as wide
As a small country”

By The Divine Comedy.
Track: The National Express.