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"I've been drivin' all night, My hand's wet on the wheel There's a voice in my head That drives my heel It's my baby callin', Says: I need you here And it's a half past four And I'm shifting gear"
Here's another one;
"Jackie is just speeding away Thought she was James Dean for a day Then I guess she had to crash Valium would have helped that bash Said, "Hey, babe, Take a walk on the wild side." I said, "Hey, honey, Take a walk on the wild side." And the coloured girls say, "Doo do doo do doo do do doo..."
And then there was this cracker;
"Come on baby, eat the rich, Put the bite on the son of a bitch, Don't mess around, don't give me no switch, C'mon baby eat the rich C'mon baby eat the rich"
Jimi doing his stuff as only Jimi could;
"Oh! Move over, Rover and let Jimi take over Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout Yeah, get on with it, baby That's what I'm talking 'bout Now dig this! Ha! Now listen, baby"
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 16:42 - Dec 7 with 2940 views
Well some people try to pick up girls And get called assholes This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the color of the avacado when he would drive Down their street in his El Dorado He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole Not like you
Alright Well he was only 5'3" But girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious, Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole Remember the story of Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it Some people try to pick up girls And they get called an asshole This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and so Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole.
They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because she was making it with sisters and brothers And everyone else, all of the others Like cheap officers who would Stand there and flirt in front of me
They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because of the things that they heard she had done The black Air Force sergeant was not the first one And all of the drugs she took, every one, every one
And I am the water boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since she lost her daughter It's her eyes that fill with water And I am much happier this way
They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because number one was the girl friend from Paris The things that they did, ah, they didn't have to ask us And then the Welshman from India, who came here to stay
They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because of the things she did in the streets In the alleys and bars, no she couldn't be beat That miserable rotten slut couldn't turn, anyone away
I am the Water Boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since she lost her daughter It's her eyes that fill with water And I am much happier this way
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 23:43 - Dec 7 with 2787 views
I stand undefeated alone in the ring just pacing, the sweat and the blood dried on my hands all wasted, I'm shouting 'come back and fight for I am the king', but the lights are all out the people are gone, we always burned brightest when no-one was watching, now i kiss the lines on your beautiful face, but these words should never be spoken, these words should never be spoken.
The air round here is dead, industrial and so austere, the air round here smells of religion and vaux's beer
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 23:44 - Dec 7 with 2783 views
Standing on the corner Just me and yoko ono We was waiting for jerry to land.
Up come a man with the guitar in his hand Singing "have a marijuana if you can" His name was Davis Peel And we found that he was real He sang "The pope smokes dope everyday" Up come a police man shoved us up the street Singing "power to the people today!"
New York city, New York city Que pasa New York? ...Que pasa New York?
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
Classic Verses from classic songs. on 23:56 - Dec 7 by ted_hendrix
Standing on the corner Just me and yoko ono We was waiting for jerry to land.
Up come a man with the guitar in his hand Singing "have a marijuana if you can" His name was Davis Peel And we found that he was real He sang "The pope smokes dope everyday" Up come a police man shoved us up the street Singing "power to the people today!"
New York city, New York city Que pasa New York? ...Que pasa New York?
Woman is the N***er of the World, Yes she is, If you don't believe me, Take a look at the one you're with!
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you're gonna die!!"
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 09:18 - Dec 8 with 2693 views
Blue jean baby... Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the beauties were brief Shall I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine and a black handkerchief? I miss miss your sad Virginia whisper, I miss the voice that called my heart Sweet Gene Vincent, young and old and gone Sweet Gene Vincent, who, who, who slapped John?
White face, black shirt, white socks, black shoes Black hair, white Strat, bled white, died black Sweet Gene Vincent, let the Blue Caps roll tonight At the Sock Hop Ball in the Union Hall, the bop is their delight Here come duck-tail Danny dragging uncanny Annie, she's the one with the flying feet You can break the peace, daddy sickle grease, the beat is reet complete And the jump- back honey in the dungarees, tight sweater and a ponytail You will guess her age when she comes backstage, the hoodlums bite their nails.
Black gloves, white frost, black crepe, white lead White sheet, black knight, jet black, dead white Sweet Gene Vincent, there's one in every town And the devil drives till the hearse arrives and you lay that pistol down Sweet Gene Vincent, with nowhere left to hide With lazy skin and ashtray eyes and perforated pride So farewell, mademoiselle, knicker-bocker hotel, goodbye to money owed But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts, you got to get back on the road.
There aint half been some clever bastards.
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 09:26 - Dec 8 with 2685 views
Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator
Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'cause it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun
Classic Verses from classic songs. on 09:11 - Dec 8 by FDC
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you're gonna die!!"
[Post edited 8 Dec 2015 9:11]
Kickin' an' a-gougin' in the mud 'n' the blood an' the beer
I remember some years back thinking it very unexpected and very cool when Steve Palmer put all (or at least some) of this lyric in his captain's programme notes. Words that never fail to put a lump in my throat.
Why are you frightened - can't you see that it's you That ain't no ghost - it's a reflection of you Why do you turn away - an' keep it out of sight Oh - don't live up to your given roles There's more inside you that you won't show
But you keep it hidden just like everyone You're scared to show you care - it'll make you vulnerable So you wear that ghost around you for disguise
But there's no need just 'cos it's all we've known There's more inside you that you haven't shown
So keep on moving, moving, moving your feet Keep on shuf-shuf-shuffling to this ghost dance beat Just keep on walking down never ending streets
One day you'll walk right out of this life And then you'll wonder why you didn't try
To spread some loving all around Old fashioned causes like that still stand Gotta rid this prejudice that ties you down
How do you feel at the end of the day Just like you've walked over your own grave
So why are you frightened - can't you see that it's you At the moment there's nothing - so there's nothing to lose Lift up your lonely heart and walk right on through
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 11:53 - Dec 8 with 2626 views
Classic Verses from classic songs. on 11:39 - Dec 8 by DannyPaddox
I remember some years back thinking it very unexpected and very cool when Steve Palmer put all (or at least some) of this lyric in his captain's programme notes. Words that never fail to put a lump in my throat.
Why are you frightened - can't you see that it's you That ain't no ghost - it's a reflection of you Why do you turn away - an' keep it out of sight Oh - don't live up to your given roles There's more inside you that you won't show
But you keep it hidden just like everyone You're scared to show you care - it'll make you vulnerable So you wear that ghost around you for disguise
But there's no need just 'cos it's all we've known There's more inside you that you haven't shown
So keep on moving, moving, moving your feet Keep on shuf-shuf-shuffling to this ghost dance beat Just keep on walking down never ending streets
One day you'll walk right out of this life And then you'll wonder why you didn't try
To spread some loving all around Old fashioned causes like that still stand Gotta rid this prejudice that ties you down
How do you feel at the end of the day Just like you've walked over your own grave
So why are you frightened - can't you see that it's you At the moment there's nothing - so there's nothing to lose Lift up your lonely heart and walk right on through
[Post edited 8 Dec 2015 11:53]
Ghosts, a great song and great live.
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 12:53 - Dec 8 with 2605 views
To change the mood a little, I've been posing down the pub I'm seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash I give a little muscle, and I spend a little cash But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash And by the time I'm sober, I've forgotten what I've had And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat Cool for cats (Cool for cats)
Shape up at the disco when I think I've got a pull I ask her lots of questions as she hangs onto the wall I kiss her for the first time, and then I take her home I'm invited in for coffee, and I give the dog a bone She likes to go to discos, but she's never on her own I said, "I'll see you later," and I give her some old chat But it's not like that on the TV when it's cool for cats It's cool for cats (Cool for cats)
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 12:55 - Dec 8 with 2604 views
We’re just receiving reports of an incident at a farm in Sussex where a number of people have been arrested in connection with “Annoying The Nation”. It is believed that that the owner of the farm, a Mr. Hibbert, has been co-operating with Police and government officials in a plot codenamed Operation Less Pricks, and kindly granted permission for the use of his seventeenth century tithe barn as a temporary holding place for those arrested. Although not confirmed, we are led to understand that those already charged include: Bus drivers who don’t wait for people to sit down before pulling away from the bus stop; Taxi drivers who use their horns instead of knocking on the door; People who moan at the council about the streets being full of litter, not stopping to think that it is people who drop litter, not the council; A room full of drama teachers listening to Björk; Grown men with replica shirts worn over their jumpers, who stand up and stretch out their arms when the opposing team fail to hit the target; An assortment of scriptwriters, novelists and playwrights who own Agas but don’t know how to use them; A musical equipment reviewer responsible for an article titled “Microphone of the Month”; A woman who described herself as “A little bit Bridget, a little bit Ally, a little bit Sex And The City” and chose to call her baby boy Fred as a childishly rebellious attempt at a clever reaction to those who might have expected her to call him Julian or Rupert. Bit of advice: call him Rupert, it fits, and besides it’s a good name. Don’t be calling him Fred or Archie, with all its cheeky but lovable working class scamp connotations, unless you really do have plans for him to spend his life in William Hill’s waiting for them to weigh in at Newton Abbot. Also being held is a whole wall full of teenagers spitting needlessly; An amateur thug in camouflage trousers whose Japanese fighting dog had run amok on a Swindon council estate; A man from the record company who said that George Michael continues to challenge social taboos through his music; Lisa Riley; Continuity announcers introducing comedy shows; A pub band who get uppity when everyone goes to the bar during a song they’ve written themselves; A group of football fans referred to as Commodores, as in once, twice, three times a season, who feed sugar lumps to police horses at Cup Finals; An artist who said his next album would be more “song-based”; A man who informs people that he gets up at six am every morning and seemed to want a medal; People who say they speak as they find and are somehow proud of it; Journalists who try to spell an interviewee’s laugh; An organisation who declared an awareness week for awareness weeks; And a council worker who dropped litter. We’ll bring you more details as they emerge…
RFA
"Things had started becoming increasingly desperate at Loftus Road but QPR have been handed a massive lifeline and the place has absolutely erupted. it's carnage. It's bedlam. It's 1-1."
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 13:11 - Dec 8 with 2589 views
I see HMHB has come into play. Time to unleash the bard of Salford:
I’ve seen the poison letters of the horrible hacks About the yellow peril and the reds and the blacks And the TUC and its treacherous acts Kremlin money — All right Jack I’ve seen how democracy is under duress But I’ve never seen a nipple in the Daily Express
I’ve seen the suede jack boot the verbal cosh Whitehouse Whitelaw whitewash Blood uptown where the vandals rule Classroom mafia scandal school They accuse — I confess I’ve never seen a nipple in the Daily Express
Angry columns scream in pain Love in vain domestic strain Divorce disease it eats away The family structure day by day In the grim pursuit of happiness I’ve never seen a nipple in the Daily Express
This paper’s boring mindless mean Full of pornography the kind that’s clean Where William Hickey meets Michael Caine Again and again and again and again I’ve seen millionaires on the DHSS But I’ve never seen a nipple in the Daily Express
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Classic Verses from classic songs. on 13:45 - Dec 8 with 2567 views
Classic Verses from classic songs. on 13:11 - Dec 8 by DannyPaddox
I see HMHB has come into play. Time to unleash the bard of Salford:
I’ve seen the poison letters of the horrible hacks About the yellow peril and the reds and the blacks And the TUC and its treacherous acts Kremlin money — All right Jack I’ve seen how democracy is under duress But I’ve never seen a nipple in the Daily Express
I’ve seen the suede jack boot the verbal cosh Whitehouse Whitelaw whitewash Blood uptown where the vandals rule Classroom mafia scandal school They accuse — I confess I’ve never seen a nipple in the Daily Express
Angry columns scream in pain Love in vain domestic strain Divorce disease it eats away The family structure day by day In the grim pursuit of happiness I’ve never seen a nipple in the Daily Express
This paper’s boring mindless mean Full of pornography the kind that’s clean Where William Hickey meets Michael Caine Again and again and again and again I’ve seen millionaires on the DHSS But I’ve never seen a nipple in the Daily Express
[Post edited 8 Dec 2015 13:31]
HMHB biscuit have indeed entered the building, as has some - gasp - British rap, to wit:
Mum is looking tired, Dad's feeling old They've been here thirty years, still ain't seen no streets of gold Mum packed her cases at the age of nineteen She was gonna go to England, she would live like a Queen She would build her own house, she would raise 'nuff kids Sometimes I know she wishes that she never did But what's done is done, what's past is past The only questions now - how long can she last? There's little future for the children in a world they never made So tell me where's the future for the middle aged Mum's gotta put her future in the hands of the Lord Hope she goes to heaven for her final reward Worked her finger to the bone to make her life better Tried to be a citizen, they wouldn't let her Residential areas gave a message to Mum You were O.K. in the jungle you'll be fine in the slum But in the slum there were houses little better than shacks Signs in the window - 'No Irish - No Blacks' Wife and husband with nowhere to go Winter coming on and they'd never seen snow They say that life isn't easy, then you die But you can't give up you have to give it a try When there's youth there's hope no matter how bad it seems They knew that one day soon they would achieve their dreams.
When Dad was a lad he was bad But check him out now it's kinda sad He came here to England he thought he'd do well He knew more about the English than they knew 'bout themselves Question him on Africa, he'd give you some crap About the place across the sea where all the people are black Where they lived in grass houses where they didn't wear clothes Where every last person had a bone through their nose But what did he care, he was in the U.K. Where people co-existed in a civilised way With this kind of thinking his brainwashed mind Couldn't cope, he lost hope and now he's lost and blind Forget about the future he's just living for now He tried to succeed but didn't know To deal with rejection at the sight of his face All the isms and schisms concerning his race He would stay here for ten, twenty years at the most Take his family home and live high post When Daddy arrived that was his master plan His wife was the woman and he was the man But life was so hard it near destroyed their souls Some couples went mad some reversed their roles Young gifted and black they were a perfect team And now they can't go back they lost it all for a dream.
RFA (poignant, eh?)
"Things had started becoming increasingly desperate at Loftus Road but QPR have been handed a massive lifeline and the place has absolutely erupted. it's carnage. It's bedlam. It's 1-1."
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