captainsunshine Posted March 28, 2007 Report Share Posted March 28, 2007 Slide against the fan, the room is clear, Suddenly we have a vacuum. In the mail a telegram, I could not wait, all aboard the caravan it leaves today, And then the night comes on, the lights turn low, fall asleep, all alone, Consider for a second the ways of the world. Maybe I'll throw myself a bone. Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, But my back's not to the wall. Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, But the days just aren't that long. So if I settle back and chill, Will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the story of the world. Can I call out and say, everybody here, Lend me an ear to talk to. Can I call out and scream, the ways of the world, Have got me singing another tune. But the words are so familiar, I heard it before. And you might dare to sing along. With the crickets out chirping a random song, Maybe I'll throw myself a bone. Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, But my back's not to the wall. Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, But the days just aren't that long. So if I settle back and chill, Will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the story of the world. When frick turns to frack, there's no turning back, and you got a slip tongue and a smack attack. and there's colors like green and you're wearing black, and your phone got flat on a railroad track. but then the sun comes up and the day moves on, and the old routine takes its toll, and you feel like a copier rolling along, maybe you'd throw yourself a bone. Maybe you'd throw yourself to the dogs, but you back's not to the wall. Maybe you'd lay some bricks for the man, But the days just aren't that long. And if you settle back and chill, Will you see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the story of the world. I thought it was the story of the world. I thought it was the story. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted April 2, 2007 Report Share Posted April 2, 2007 Now everybody have you heardIf you're in the game, then the stroke's the wordDon't take no rhythm, don't take no styleGot a thirst for killin', grab your vile...You put your right hand out give a firm hand-shakeTalk to me about that one big break...Spread your ear-pollution both far and wide...Keep your contributions by your side and stroke me, stroke meCould be a winner boy, you move quite well...You got your number down...Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner nowYou put your left foot out keep it all in place...Work your way right into my caseFirst you try to bed me you make my backbone slideBut when you found you bled me-- skip on by... keep on---stroke me, stroke meGive me the business all night long...You're so together boy...Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner nowBetter listen now (said) it ain't no jokeLet your conscience fail ya, just do the strokeDon'tcha take no chances keep your eye on topDo your fancy dances you can't stop you just stroke me, stroke me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted April 5, 2007 Report Share Posted April 5, 2007 let the good times roll let them knock you around let the good times roll let them make you a clown let them leave you up in the air let them brush your rock and roll hair let the good times roll let the good times roll let the good times roll let the stories be told let them say what they want let the photos be BOLDlet them show what they want let them leave you up in the air let them brush your rock and roll hair let the good times roll let the good times roll-oll won't you let the good times roll good times roll if the illusion is real let them give you a ride if they got thunder appeal let them be on your side let them leave you up in the air let them brush your rock and roll hair let the good times roll won't you let the good times roll-oll let the good times roll let the good times roll won't you let the good times roll well let the good times roll let 'em roll (good times roll) let the good times roll oo let the good times roll oo let the good times roll let 'em roll (good times roll) well, let the good times roll (let the good times roll) well let the good times roll good times roll (let the good times roll) let the good times roll let 'em roll Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ms Zimmy Posted April 5, 2007 Report Share Posted April 5, 2007 Mock (yeah) ing (yeah) bird (yeah) yeah (yeah) Mockin'bird, now Everybody have you heard He's gonna buy me a mockingbird And if that mockingbird don't sing He's gonna buy me a diamond ring And if that diamond ring won't shine He's gonna surely break this heart of mine And that's why I keep on tellin' everybody Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted April 5, 2007 Report Share Posted April 5, 2007 There's a house somewhere I know where's the fire's burning all night longThere's a swing outside on the porch where I feel like I'llRock away the dusk until the dawnAnd even though the wind may be howlin'The stars are bright and they push me on and onThere's a half moon risin' in the south eastern skiesThere's a cold wind blowing across the great divideAnd the stars they guide my way across the nightThere's a half moon risingIt's pushin' me on to another mountain topPush me on, no no I'll never stop, push me on homeThere's a half moon rising in the south eastern skies tonightNow the shoes on my feet, those soles broken downAnd my coat is tattered and wornAnd the hunger in my belly, and the fever in my headWill vanish 'ere my first glimpse of homeAnd even though the rain may now be fallin'The passion is deep and pushes me onThere's a half moon risin' in the south eastern skiesThere's a cold wind blowing across the great divideAnd the stars they guide my way across the nightThere's a half moon risingIt's pushin' me on to another mountain topPush me on, no no I'll never stop, push me on homeThere's a half moon rising in the south eastern skies tonightThere's a still at dawn like the sound of your loves breathAs she lies sleepingDown below me now in the valley is the only peace on earth that I ever want to knowAnd her lips are as soft as I rememberShe alone has brought me back on homeThere's a half moon risin' in the south eastern skiesThere's a cold wind blowing across the great divideAnd the stars they guide my way across the nightThere's a half moon risingIt's pushin' me on to another mountain topPush me on, no no I'll never stop, push me on homeThere's a half moon rising in the south eastern skies tonight Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ms Zimmy Posted April 5, 2007 Report Share Posted April 5, 2007 (edited) When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say "I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache« And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown Edited April 5, 2007 by Guest Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted April 5, 2007 Report Share Posted April 5, 2007 Since I'm on this kick:Spanish lady come to me, she lays on me this roseIt rainbow spirals round and round, it trembles and explodesIt left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow awayBut the heat came round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy dayComing, coming, coming aroundComing around, coming around, in a circleComing, coming, coming aroundComing around, coming around, in a circleEscaping through the lily fields, I came across an empty space It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in its placeThe bus came by and I got on, that's when it all beganThere was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land Coming, coming, coming aroundComing around, coming around, in a circleComing, coming, coming aroundComing around, coming around, in a circle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StoneMtn Posted April 6, 2007 Report Share Posted April 6, 2007 I remember when Elvis diedyou all laid down and prayed and criedevery empire needs a kingI'm good looking and boy can I singhe'll roll over in his gravebecause of me, Rock 'n' Roll is savedI'm so great and I'm so coolI am the king and the rebels ruleit's me, myself, I am kingI am the king of Rock 'n' Rollme, myself, I am kingI am the king of Rock 'n' Rollthe king is back and it's mewhat more is there I can seeyour lord and king is here to staywhere ordinary rock and roll actwe're not egotistic, just stating factthink how many dreams came trueyou waited many years, didn't you?If you was not for your masters' *you'd still be wandering in the *it's me, myself, I am kingI am the king of Rock 'n' Rollme, myself, I am kingI am the king of Rock 'n' Rollthe king is back and it's me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djmelbatoast Posted April 6, 2007 Report Share Posted April 6, 2007 Happy Easter Weekend!Sam Stone came home,To his wife and familyAfter serving in the conflict overseas.And the time that he served,Had shattered all his nerves,And left a little shrapnel in his knee. But the morphine eased the pain,And the grass grew round his brain,And gave him all the confidence he lacked,With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.Chorus:There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.Little pitchers have big ears,Don't stop to count the years,Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.Mmm....Sam Stone's welcome homeDidn't last too long.He went to work when he'd spent his last dimeAnd Sammy took to stealingWhen he got that empty feelingFor a hundred dollar habit without overtime. And the gold rolled through his veinsLike a thousand railroad trains,And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...Repeat Chorus:Sam Stone was aloneWhen he popped his last balloonClimbing walls while sitting in a chairWell, he played his last requestWhile the room smelled just like deathWith an overdose hovering in the airBut life had lost its funAnd there was nothing to be doneBut trade his house that he bought on the G, I. BillFor a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hillRepeat Chorus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted April 6, 2007 Report Share Posted April 6, 2007 I got 350 heads on a 305 engine I get ten miles to the gallon I ain't got no good intentions Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmoothedShredder Posted April 9, 2007 Report Share Posted April 9, 2007 I can remember being seven years oldHaving goldfish that circuled around in a bowlI would watch the forest burnand listen to the wind blowI remember the table, the drapes, and the windowThe dark brown everything: decoration, stylingMost of all, I can remember my mother smilingWorn out and faded, my hometown was scrappyMore than anything she wanted us to be happyLittle to eat and back and forth to the hospitalShe was right, it's better to be happy if possibleBut the old man was under attack and was weakAnd continued to beat us several times a weekHe lived like a king even though we were piss poorI tried to be strong and careful what I wished forMy outside ached, my inside stungThe long leather belt had replaced his tongueNot knowing how to run or howto hit the brakesA white picket fence was builtaround a pit of snakesBoth a wonder and frightening,the thunder and the lightningThese were the sounds and sightsof a thousand fightsMy mother, the poor fish, staging eternalCharades and parades, for the raging infernoWanting to be happy, beaten all the whileAsking me always: "Why don't you ever smile?"And she'd show me how to do it,mother and wifeIt was the saddest smile I ever saw in my lifeIt hurt worse than death but for her sake I triedAnd one day all of those goldfish diedHurricane, forest fire, out of controlEyes open, floating on the water in the bowlAnd when my father came home,he walked through the doorAnd threw those fish to the caton the kitchen floorAnd the wind died too and I was still a childAnd the three of us watched as my mother smiled Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deeps Posted April 9, 2007 Report Share Posted April 9, 2007 (edited) Tom Waits The Ghosts of Saturday Night Lyrics(After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)A cab combs the snake,Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,And a solitary sailorWho spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyesAnd marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyesAnd the Texaco beacon burns on,The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil""You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamondAcross a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,Leaving the town in a-keepingOf the one who is sweepingUp the ghost of Saturday night... I especially love the bold lines above.Sounds like a goddess of a woman. Edited April 9, 2007 by Guest Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ms Zimmy Posted April 11, 2007 Report Share Posted April 11, 2007 Origin Of Love When the earth was still flat,And the clouds made of fire,And mountains stretched up to the sky,Sometimes higher,Folks roamed the earthLike big rolling kegs.They had two sets of arms.They had two sets of legs.They had two faces peeringOut of one giant headSo they could watch all around themAs they talked; while they read.And they never knew nothing of love.It was before the origin of love.The origin of loveAnd there were three sexes then,One that looked like two menGlued up back to back,Called the children of the sun.And similar in shape and girthWere the children of the earth.They looked like two girlsRolled up in one.And the children of the moonWere like a fork shoved on a spoon.They were part sun, part earthPart daughter, part son.The origin of loveNow the gods grew quite scaredOf our strength and defianceAnd Thor said,"I'm gonna kill them allWith my hammer,Like I killed the giants."And Zeus said, "No,You better let meUse my lightening, like scissors,Like I cut the legs off the whalesAnd dinosaurs into lizards."Then he grabbed up some boltsAnd he let out a laugh,Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.Gonna cut them right up in half."And then storm clouds gathered aboveInto great balls of fireAnd then fire shot downFrom the sky in boltsLike shining bladesOf a knife.And it rippedRight through the fleshOf the children of the sunAnd the moonAnd the earth.And some Indian godSewed the wound up into a hole,Pulled it round to our bellyTo remind us of the price we pay.And Osiris and the gods of the NileGathered up a big stormTo blow a hurricane,To scatter us away,In a flood of wind and rain,And a sea of tidal waves,To wash us all away,And if we don't behaveThey'll cut us down againAnd we'll be hopping round on one footAnd looking through one eye.Last time I saw youWe had just split in two.You were looking at me.I was looking at you.You had a way so familiar,But I could not recognize,Cause you had blood on your face;I had blood in my eyes.But I could swear by your expressionThat the pain down in your soulWas the same as the one down in mine.That's the pain,Cuts a straight lineDown through the heart;We called it love.So we wrapped our arms around each other,Trying to shove ourselves back together.We were making love,Making love.It was a cold dark evening,Such a long time ago,When by the mighty hand of Jove,It was the sad storyHow we becameLonely two-legged creatures,It's the story ofThe origin of love.That's the origin of love. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted April 18, 2007 Report Share Posted April 18, 2007 Come on mamma, put your good dress onThe night is young and we're goin' downtownWhere faces come and faces goIt ain't very far you knowCome on mamma, is it really that hardTo lose yourself right where you areTill your money's gone and your mind is bentYou couldn't say where midnight wentWinding pathways, blind-sided foolsHow could you let them get the best of youStumblin' footfalls, someone calls your nameBeen calling you, stay just the same, just the sameCome on mamma, let it fade awayFor good this time and gone we'll stayAll the scenes are gonna pass on byI swear we'll leave it all behindWinding pathways, blind-sided foolsHow could you let them get the best of youStumblin' footfalls, someone calls your nameBeen calling you, stay just the same, just the same Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted April 20, 2007 Report Share Posted April 20, 2007 Comes a time when the blind man takes your handSays "don't you see?"Gotta make it somehowOn the dreams you still believeDon't give it upYou got an empty cupOnly love can fillOnly love can fillBeen walking all morningWent walking all nightI can't see much differenceBetween the dark and lightAnd I feel the windAnd I taste the rainNever in my mindTo cause so much painComes a time when the blind man takes your handSays "don't you see?"Gotta make it somehowOn the dreams you still believeDon't give it upYou got an empty cupOnly love can fillOnly love can fillFrom day to dayJust letting it rideYou get so far awayFrom how it feels insideYou can't let go'Cause you're afraid to fallBut the day may comeWhen you can't feel at allComes a time when the blind man takes your handSays "don't you see?"Gotta make it somehowOn the dreams you still believeDon't give it upYou got an empty cupOnly love can fillOnly love can fill*Interesting fact*Hunter's handwritten lyrics include this verse, and show the development of this song: And the words come outLike an angry streamHear your own voice sayThings you could never meanWhen the heat cools downYou find your mindGot a lot or wordsYou got to stand behindComes a time when the deaf man takes your handSays "can't you hear?"If she's good for youIt isn't what you sayIt's who you are for herJust from day to dayShe knows you shortShe knows you longA love like thatCan make a weak man strongComes a time when the blind man takes your handSays "don't you see?"Gotta make it somehowOn the dreams you still believeDon't give it upYou got an empty cupOnly love can fillOnly love can fillJust one dream to call across the years Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted April 20, 2007 Report Share Posted April 20, 2007 Back in the thirties when the dust bowl driedAnd the woods in Alabama didn't see no lightMy Daddy played poker by a hard wood fireSqueezing all his luck from a hot copper wireScrap like a wildcat fights till the endTrap a wildcat and take his skinDeal from the bottom, put the ace in the holeOne hand on the jug but you never do know Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted April 20, 2007 Report Share Posted April 20, 2007 Light up everybodyJoin us in this celebrationLight up and be happySweet, sweet sounds will fill the airEvery days a holiday when your lips meet mineThe musics keepin time with our loveYou are here, and so am iThe weathers quite divineSo pass me round your wine, lovely oneAll I need is just one hit to get me bycause baby when your near Im halfway highLight up, everybodyJoin us in this celebrationLight up and be happySweet, sweet sounds will fill the air Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted April 20, 2007 Report Share Posted April 20, 2007 Son come runningYou better come quickThis rotgut moonshine is making me sickYour Mama called the law and they're gonna take me awayDown so far even the Devil won't stay Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted April 26, 2007 Report Share Posted April 26, 2007 She was the wildest thing I’d ever seenthe way she pointed that shotgun at methe police hauled my ass off to jailYour mama signed the trailer to help make the bail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thatpatguy Posted April 27, 2007 Report Share Posted April 27, 2007 since today is "Power Metal Fridays" at work.. I present you all with Heart Of A Dragon by Dragonforce... feel the majesty!Proud and so glorious standing before of usOur swords will shine bright in the skyWhen united we come to the land of the sunWith the heart of a dragon we rideWe are flying on wings in winter sky with fire burning deep insideWe are warriors of endless time forever and onOn wings of steel an ancient flight we see the powers that uniteThe gods will now send us a sign of battle once moreThrough the valley we ride full of glory we soarWhere the fights will be raging for now and for moreWhen united we come and divided they fallTonight you will witness it allProud and so glorious standing before of usOur swords will shine bright in the skyWhen united we come to the land of the sunWith the heart of a dragon we rideA land unknown we come so farWe ride the night till morning starWhen colours fade to black and whiteYour eyes come to sightWith the vision of a great divideYou turn towards the other sideYou think you run but you can't hideThe dead can not rideThrough the valley we ride full of glory we soarWhere the fights will be raging for now and for moreWhen united we come and divided they fallTonight you will witness it allProud and so glorious standing before of usOur swords will shine bright in the skyWhen united we come to the land of the sunWith the heart of a dragon we rideOver high seas and mountainsWe fly to the heavens on wings of a dragon tonightProud and so glorious standing before of usOur swords will shine bright in the skyProud and so glorious standing before of usOur swords will shine bright in the skyWhen united we come to the land of the sunWith the heart of a dragonThe heart of a dragonThe heart of a dragon we ride Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Schwa. Posted April 27, 2007 Report Share Posted April 27, 2007 -the sky is not yellow, it's chicken.Dylan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
d_rawk Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 Hey, what's that out there in the park?Well, I'll tell you what that is, I think it's this:In the park, nearly dark, what do I now hear, hark hark.Is it really leprechauns, and have they come back to rock 'n' roll?Yes, it's them there on the lawn, it's been so long since they've been goneBut Mother Nature's leprechauns have come back to rock 'n' roll.A-dadda-dum-da-da-da-da-da-la-daHum-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-laHum-da-da-da-da-da-laThey've come back to rock 'n' roll.A-dadda-dum-da-da-da-da-da-la-daHum-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-laHum-da-da-da-da-da-laThey've come back to rock 'n' roll.See them rockin' and a-rollin', they're wobblin' and a-wiggling'And they're fumblin' and a-gigglin', well they're here to rock 'n' roll.Well, they're a-rockin' and a-rollin', and they're wobblin' and a wigglin'Well, they're rockin' and a-gigglin', oh they're here to rock 'n' roll.Well, they're sort of bein' sideways, get no slidThey're plain to see and they're hard to hit.Well, they don't act now like they used to didAnd they done come back to rock 'n' roll.Well, how they doin' and how they been?Glad to see them all back againWell, they're Mother Nature's leprekins, and they done come back to rock 'n' roll.Hum-dadda-dum-da-da-da-da-da-la-daHum-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-laHum-da-da-da-da-da-laThey've come back to rock 'n' roll.Hum-dadda-dum-da-da-da-da-da-la-daHum-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-laHum-da-da-da-da-da-laThey've come back to rock 'n' roll. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
steponmebbbboom Posted April 30, 2007 Report Share Posted April 30, 2007 what did you do to my life? when we were living together (i thought that) i knew you would stay. still when you left me i tried to pretend we could make it some way. it's hard enough losing without the confusion of knowing i tried. but you've made your mind up that i'll be alone. now there's nothing to hide. i don't care if all of the mountains turn to dust in the air. it isn't fair that i should wake up at dawn and not find you there. what did you do to my life?--n.y. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted May 2, 2007 Report Share Posted May 2, 2007 For my cousin, Puff, who needs love and support right now...There are times when you can beckon,There are times when you must call.You can take a lot of reckoning,But you can't take it all.There are times when I can help you out,And times when you must fall.There are times when you must live in doubtAnd I can't help at all.[Chorus 1]Three blue stars rise on the hillSing no more now just be stillAll these trials soon be pastLook for something built to lastA wind held by the collar,Yes, a cloud held by the breezeYou can walk on coals of fireBut sometimes you must freezeThere are times when you offend meAnd I do the same to youIf we can't or won't forget itI guess we could be through[Chorus 2]One blue star sets on the hillCall it back you never willOne more star sinks in the pastShow me something built to lastBuilt to last till time itself falls tumbling from the wallBuilt to last till sunshine fails and darkness moves on allBuilt to last while years roll past like cloudscapes in the skyShow me something built to last or something built to tryThere are times when you get hit uponTry hard but you can't giveOther times you'd gladly partWith what you need to liveDon't waste your breath to save your faceWhen you have done your bestAnd even more is asked of youFate will decide the rest[Chorus 3]All the stars are gone but oneMorning breaks here comes the sunCross the sky now sinking fastShow me something built to last Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 2, 2007 Report Share Posted May 2, 2007 People say I'm no-good,And crazy as a loon.I get stoned in the morning, I get drunk in the afternoon.Kinda like my old blue tick hound, I like to lay around in the shade,An', I ain't got no money,But I damn sure got it made.'Cos I ain't askin' nobody for nothin',If I can't get it on my own.If you don't like the way I'm livin',You just leave this long-haired country boy alone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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