"Brings a tear to me eye..... " Hopefully because someone kicks you in the b*ll*cks every time you sing it...
"It wasn't very large... there was just enough room to jam the drums in the corner over by the Dodge... it was a 54' with a mashed-up door and a cheesy little amp... with a sign on the front saying Fender Champ and a second-hand guitar... it was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar..."
Do you come from a land down under? Where beer does flow and men chunder. Can't you hear, can't you hear, the thunder? You'd better run, you'd better take cover.
Thats entertainment ....all of it..brilliant spanish train ..chris de burgh....you have to listen to it and ignore the painful fact that lady in red existed...
Opening line to Kinky Afro by the 'Mondays. "Son, I'm 30, - I only went with your mother 'cos she's dirty".
Informer, ya' no say dadda me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon a says a did a me Snow me stab somewhere down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down.
"Running On Empty" - Jackson Browne Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on Running on - running on empty Running on - running blind Running on - running into the sun But I'm running behind Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on Running on - running on empty Running on - running blind Running on - running into the sun But I'm running behind Everyone I know, everywhere I go People need some reason to believe I don't know about anyone but me If it takes all night, that'll be all right If I can get you to smile before I leave Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through Looking into their eyes I see them running too Running on - running on empty Running on - running blind Running on - running into the sun But I'm running behind Honey you really tempt me You know the way you look so kind I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find Running into the sun but I'm running behind
Any tune the BBC played without realizing what it meant whilst banning others. Turning Japanese - wanking, Hotel California - Heroin addiction, Walk on the wild side - transgender sex, and the ultimate, Whole lotta love, Led Zepplin the theme tune for top of the pops for all those years. (you know what that meant). OGR
Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction is holding me fast, How can I escape this irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I Ice is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything No navigator to find my way home Unladened, empty and turned to stone A soul in tension -- that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air, Across the clouds I see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night There's no sensation to compare with this Suspended animation, a state of bliss Can't keep my mind from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I have always been here I have always looked out from behind these eyes It feels like more than a lifetime Feels like more than a lifetime Sometimes I get tired of the waiting Sometimes I get tired of being in here Is this the way it has always been? Could it ever have been different? Do you ever get tired of the waiting? Do you ever get tired of being in there? Don’t worry, nobody lives forever Nobody lives forever
He rides a road, that don't have no end... An open highway, that don't have no bends... Tramp and his stallion, alone in a dream... Proud in his colours, as the chromium gleams... Iron Horse he flies, Iron Horse he'd gladly die... Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life... He rides the roads, he lives his life fast... Don't try to hide, when the dice have been cast... He rides a whirlwind, that cuts to the bone... Wasted forever, and ferociously stoned.. Iron Horse he flies, Iron Horse he'd gladly die... Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life... ( Yeah, slide it to me ! ) One day one day, they'll go for the sun... Together they'll fly, on the eternal run... Wasted forever, on speed bikes and booze... Yeah tramp and the brothers, say they're all born to lose... Iron Horse he flies, Iron Horse he'd gladly die... Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life... (Motorhead - Iron horse, born to lose)
john Brown - Dylan -------------------- John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all His mama’s face broke out all in a grin “Oh son, you look so fine, I’m glad you’re a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get And we’ll put them on the wall when you come home” As that old train pulled out, John’s ma began to shout Tellin’ ev’ryone in the neighborhood: “That’s my son that’s about to go, he’s a soldier now, you know” She made well sure her neighbors understood She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun And these things you called a good old-fashioned war Oh! Good old-fashioned war! Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come They ceased to come for about ten months or more Then a letter finally came saying, “Go down and meet the train Your son’s a-coming home from the war” She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around But she could not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could hardly believe her eyes Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off And he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know While she couldn’t even recognize his face! Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face “Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done How is it you come to be this way?” He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away “Don’t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud You wasn’t there standing in my shoes” “Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? I’m a-tryin’ to kill somebody or die tryin’ But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close And I saw that his face looked just like mine” Oh! Lord! Just like mine! “And I couldn’t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink That I was just a puppet in a play And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke And a cannonball blew my eyes away” As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein’ the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand -----------------------
When a bullet with my name on it, Came buzzin' through a bush, And that big marine just swatted it with his hand, Just like it was a fly. Stan Ridgeway - Camouflage
Man Of The World - Peter Green (Fleetwood Mac when they were ok) Shall I tell you about my life They say I'm a man of the world I've flown across every tide And I've seen lots of pretty girls I guess I've got everything I need I would't ask for more And there's no one I'd rather be But I just wish that I'd never been born And I need a good woman To make me feel like a good man should I don't say I'm a good man Oh, but I would be if I could I could tell you about my life And keep you amused I'm sure About all the times I've cried And how I don't want to be sad anymore And how I wish I was in love
More hair on a Polar bear means more to me than a lavatory You won't get far in a motor car with my front door key. Classic lines from 'Neil' AKA young one's hole in my shoe.
It's another lonely evenin' In another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down Got another empty bottle And another empty bed Ain't too young to admit it And I'm not too old to lie I'm just another empty head That's why I'm lonely I'm so lonely But I know what I'm gonna do I'm gonna ride on Ride on Ride on, standing on the edge of the road Ride on, thumb in the air Ride on, one of these days I'm gonna Ride on, change my evil ways Till then I'll just keep ridin' on Broke another promise And I broke another heart But I ain't too young to realize That I ain't too old to try Try to get back to the start And it's another redlight nightmare Another redlight street And I ain't too old to hurry Cause I ain't too old to die But I sure am hard to beat But I'm lonely Lord I'm lonely What am I gonna do Ride on Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket Ride on Ride on, going the wrong way Ride on, gonna change my evil ways Ride on, one of these days One of these days Ride on Ride on I'm gonna ride on Ride on, looking for a truck Ride on, hmmmm Ride on, keep on riding Riding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on Ride on, gonna have myself a good time Ride on, ohh yeah Ride on, yeah yeah Ride on, one of these days Ride on, one of these days
The following is a true story Only the names have been changed To protect the guilty Well I left my job in my home town And I headed for the smoke Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand Gonna get to the top Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing So if you've got the money, we've got the sound You put it up and we'll put it down If you've got the dollar, we've got the song Just wanna boogie woogie all night long Yeah boogie I got holes in my shoes I got holes in my teeth I got holes in my socks I can't get no sleep I'm trying to make a million And I got patches on the patches On my old blue jeans Well they used to be blue When they used to be new When they used to be clean But I've got a Mumma who's a hummer Just keeping me alive While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys She's working 9 to 5 She knows her place that woman Just you wait One of these days see me driving round town In my Rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down My bottle of booze, no summer time blues Shouting out, "Look at me" In my rock 'n' roll voice No it ain't no fun, yeah Waiting round to be a millionaire No it ain't no fun Waiting round to be a millionaire Do you believe me It ain't no fun, no Waiting round to be a millionaire It ain't no fun, I don't care what they say Waiting round to be a millionaire Drive a Rolls Royce car No it ain't no fun, and you know it Waiting round to be a millionaire No, no, no, no , no, no, no No, ain't no fun Waiting round to be a millionaire Got a million dollar scream But it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), oh no No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), that's what I said But it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), and I wanna be rich No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), ain't no fun digging this bitch Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire, you better believe me Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire No it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun) No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun) I ain't having no fun (ain't no fun) No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun) Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire, no no Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire No it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire "Hey Hello Howard, how ya doin'? "Next door neighbour?" "Oh yeah... Get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport" (Ain't no fun, ain't no fun) No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun) Hey it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun) No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun) Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire No it ain't no fun, no it ain't no fun, ain't no fun (Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire) (Ain't no fun...)