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"Dog day afternoon by the sea.
I think about you.
What am I gonna do?
Sorrow's hangin over me.

"Let me walk with you cuz it's breaking my heart.
The things that we had,
the good and the bad -- now it's parking lots.
Don't let's talk about tomorrow --
Baby, standin at the edge of sorrow.
Let's watch the whole world goin slow.
Let's watch the whole world goin.

"I know my way round town.
Used to live around here.
I know the sites to see,
the things they mean to me,
and how we tore it down.
Let me walk with you cuz it's breaking my heart.
The things that we had,
the good and the bad -- now it's parking lots.
Don't let's talk about tomorrow --
Baby, standin at the edge of sorrow.
Let's watch the whole world just goin slow.
Let's watch the whole world goin slow."
 
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Throwin' high and mighty traps
Countless fire and flaming road
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundation deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now

My guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
 
I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?

If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the colors of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?
I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.

If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.
 
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart Shaped box, for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey
wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

...your advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on Angel Hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
...Your advice

*guitar solo*

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could Eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey!
wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Your advice
Your advice
 
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many more things I can tell
My rucksack has oft been me pillow
The heather has oft been me bed
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead

Ch: I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday

The day was just ending and I was descending
Down Grinesbrook just by Upper Tor
When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do
He'd the worst face that ever I saw
The things that he said were unpleasant
In the teeth of his fury I said
"Sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead"

He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse"
Well i thought, but I still couldn't see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
He said "All this land is my master's"
At that I stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed

I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
She was fair as the Rowan in bloom
And the bloom of her eye watched the blue Moreland sky
I wooed her from April to June
On the day that we should have been married
I went for a ramble instead
For sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead

So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill
And I'll lie where the bracken is deep
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep
I've seen the white hare in the gullys
And the curlew fly high overhead
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.
 
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
Just to see that smile
Makes my life worthwhile
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, and I do, and I do

Oh, I'll be good to him
I'll bring joy to him
Everyone says there'll come a day
When I'll walk alongside of him
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, I really do, and I do

Why can't he see
How blind can he be
Someday he'll see
That he was meant for me

To know know know him
Is to love love love him
Just to see that smile
Makes my life worthwhile
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, I really do, and I do
 
Been thinking about you, your records are here,
your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there.
But I'm still no-one, and you're now a star,
what do you care?

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
shit I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care
when the other men are far, far better.

All the things you've got,
all the things you need,
who bought you cigarettes,
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?

I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?
These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet.
They don't know what I know and why should you care
when I'm not there.

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
shit I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, what do you care,
when I'm not there.

All the things you've got,
she'll never need,
all the things you've got.
I've bled and I bleed to please you.

Been thinking about you.
 
<something something something>
gunshot
<something something something>
gunshot
<something something something>
gunshot

i wish sizzla would learn to sing properly. can hardly make out a word he's saying.
 
There's nothing as cold as the freeze in your soul
At the moment when you are arrested.
There's nothing as real as the iron and steel
On the handcuffs when you protested.
You race through the night in the prison of fright
As you head for the quicksand of questions.
And children unborn will see you in scorn
If ever you make a confession.

And the click of a lock is a shiver of shock
As you wonder what are their objectives.
Upon your guard for the voices are hard
That belong to the cops and detectives.
And it's hard to believe as they roll up their sleeves
That you're in for more than a session.
And it couldn't be true and it's not really you
That they want to make a confession.

You cannot conceal the confussion you feel
As they steadily work to out-guess you.
And some will pretend they are really your friend
Who rally around to your rescue.
With frightening force your mind is divorced
To give them the guilty impression.
Every word that you hear is a weapon of fear
To win the war of confessions.

The lights shoot a glare like bullets they stare
And burn out the base of conviction.
And you squint and you blink and you try not to think
Of the cobwebs of contradictions.
And your clothes will be wet with the rivers of sweat
That tells the tale of attention.
And once in awhile the clock has to smile
As it counts the time of confession.

The questions will rain and pour on your brain
With the proper speed they are driven.
The circles they pace and the sneer on their face
Tells you no quarter is given.
You can salvage your mind when the paper is signed
Then the crime is solved by oppression.
But win, lose, or draw, it's the rule of the law
To always work for confession.

And the balance of scales seems distant and pale
In the shadowy days of the trial.
And sometimes they die; with their name on a lie
When it's all too late for denial.
When agreement is full the switch must be pulled
And the chair leaves no hope for correction.
But the chances are large he was guilty as charged
After all, he made a confession.

(Phil Ochs)
 
I see ur first priorities are discussing me in maccy d's at about half three,
While you'r munching on ur quater-pounder with cheese,
Chatting about me and my abilities,
Like S-O-V your Shit, S-O-V cant spit, S-O-V just quit,
Ahh, whatever dont chew with your mouth full bitch,
While your discussing me its all plublicity,
Even if ur cussin me ur still dashing my name around the city,
Its all good thought, (brapp brapp) plublicity for free,
White midget, uh huh mic fidget,
Somebody just dialed my digit,
S-O-V your no one, haha is it,
Flattered by the way you use your credit,
U fed it and u said it that im nobody,
If im nobody then why are u ringing me?
You drained your credit thats killin it,
Well my style u sure u arent feelin it.

Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah in one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yerself like u got a stutter with all u mutter like reh reh reh reh rah

Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah all ur words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating ur self like u got a stutter with all u mutter like reh reh reh reh rah

People wanna classify me as an eminem, but hear what im a different kinda specimen, just because i be a
White caucasian, doesnt mean me and him are the same, because one im not american 2 im not a man 3 im
Comming through with a different kinda plan, setting the facts straight coz i know that i can purley
Heavyweight coz i do the whole shebang. categories i dont fit into any, y im on so many styles im on
Many, writing up more lines than burberry and dealing with beats like a victim of a bully. make u drink
My suliva off the floor the spit i pat when i walked in the door released my metapho. like cor blimey its
That white girl S-O-V!!


Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah in one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yerself like u got a stutter with all u mutter like reh reh reh reh rah

Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah all ur words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating ur self like u got a stutter with all u mutter like reh reh reh reh rah


I know u dont boast about me over ur sunday roast or mid-morning cheese on toast.
But when i find out uv been talking i start sqwaking
S-O-V i never said that,
S-O-V u know u aint wack,
S-O-V i love ur track,
What the fuck do u want bitch a pat on the back,
A blahbarian eguals a soon to be beg-friend,
Coz a beg-friend is an ex-blahbarian,
And they only start caring.
When ur prepairing a next big ridden that every deck is blaring.
"oh fuck" i got posh people swearing,
The rich, the poor, the snobs the whores,
Oh dear blahbarians galore!

Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah in one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating ur self like u got a stutter with all u mutter like reh reh reh reh rah

Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah all ur words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating ur self like u got a stutter with all u mutter like reh reh reh reh rah
 
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone's distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping

I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love I'm so sick of it

I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow

I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I'm love sick

Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true?
I think of you
And I wonder

I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you

Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
Be with you
 
[Chorus: *Scratching*]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"

[Verse]
Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin'
I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin'
Comin' up, I was taught never back down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em
There's a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who's somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET'S GO

Chorus (Different Variations)

[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic"
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine

Chorus [Different Variations]

[Verse]
Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm guna sell like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede"
Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
Ha-ha
 
Phil Ochs
I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine
And I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcolm X got what was coming
He got what he asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to the civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every colored boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
And I'm glad that the commies were thrown out
From the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
And I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
As long as they don't move next door

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Ah, the people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
Now I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Yes, I read New Republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the democratic party
They want the U.N. to be strong
I attend all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
And I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Sure, once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
Ah, but I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
 
Jello's version:D

I cried when they shot John Lennon
Tears ran down my spine
And I cried when I saw "JFK"
As if I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcom-X and Ice-T had it coming
They got what they asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me,
I'm a liberal

I go to pro-choice rallies
Recycle my cans and jars
I'll honk if you love the Dead
Hope those funny Grunge bands become stars
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me,
I'm a liberal, liberal, liberal

I cheered when Clinton was chosen
My faith in the system reborn
I'll do anything to save our schools
If my taxes aint too much more
And I love Blacks and Gays and Latinos
As long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me,
I'm a liberal

Rush Limbaugh and the L.A.P.D.
Should all hang thier heads in shame
I can't understand where they're at
Arsenio should set them straight
But if neighborhood watch doesn't know you
I hope the cops take down your name

So love me, love me, love me,
I'm a liberal

You know I'm I'm whitest person who ever did the funky chicken
- watch me

Yeah, I read the New Republican
Rolling Stone and Mother Jones too
If I vote it's a democrat
With a sensible economy view
But when it comes to terrorist Arabs
There is no one more red, white, and blue
So love me, love me, love me,
I'm a liberal

Once I was young and had an attitude
Stickers covered the car I drove in
Even went on some direct actions
When there weren't rent-a-cops to be seen
Ah, but now I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in

So love me, love me, love me,
love me, love me, love me,
love me, love me, love me,
I'm a liberal, liberal, liberal
I'm a liberal.
 
You read about love in a book somewhere
Then you read it out loud what you found in there
And you had me for days and you had me for months
And I hope you've enjoyed your time of fun

Oh, forgive me
For running down your door
I thought all those fancy words were yours

I'm treated with cold, cold kisses
And I'm treasured like a piece of junk
I call you up to say I love you
You only call me when you're drunk
And still you keep me hanging around
Like I was some old sofa you found in a second-hand store

Oh, forgive me
For running down your door
I thought all those fancy words were yours

I promise I won't do that anymore
I promise I won't do that anymore
 
Husband don't know what he's done
Kids don't know what's wrong with mum
She can't say, they can't see, putting it down to another bad day
Daddy don't know what he's done
Kids don't know what's wrong with mum

SO THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE LONELY
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE SMALL
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOUR WORD MEANS NOTHING AT ALL

There's a funeral in the town, some guy from the top estate
Seems they found him under a train, and yet he had it all on a plate

SO THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE LONELY
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE SMALL
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOUR WORD MEANS NOTHING AT ALL

Husband don't know what he's done
Kids don't know what's wrong with mum
She can't say, they can't see, putting it down to another bad day

SO THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE LONELY
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE SMALL
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOUR WORD MEANS NOTHING AT ALL
 
Au SuivantTout nu dans ma serviette qui me servait de pagne
J`avais le rouge au front et le savon à la main
Au suivant au suivant
J`avais juste vingt ans et nous étions cent vingt
A être le suivant de celui qu`on suivait
Au suivant au suivant
J`avais juste vingt ans et je me déniaisais
Au bordel ambulant d`une armée en campagne
Au suivant au suivant

Moi j`aurais bien aimé un peu plus de tendresse
Ou alors un sourire ou bien avoir le temps
Mais au suivant au suivant
Ce ne fut pas Waterloo mais ce ne fut pas Arcole
Ce fut l`heure où l`on regrette d`avoir manqué l`école
Au suivant au suivant
Mais je jure que d`entendre cet adjudant de mes fesses
C`est des coups à vous faire des armées d`impuissants
Au suivant au suivant

Je jure sur la tête de ma première vérole
Que cette voix depuis je l`entends tout le temps
Au suivant au suivant
Cette voix qui sentait l`ail et le mauvais alcool
C`est la voix des nations et c`est la voix du sang
Au suivant au suivant
Et depuis chaque femme à l`heure de succomber
Entre mes bras trop maigres semble me murmurer
Au suivant au suivant

Tous les suivants du monde devraient se donner la main
Voilà ce que la nuit je crie dans mon délire
Au suivant au suivant
Et quand je ne délire pas j`en arrive à me dire
Qu`il est plus humiliant d`être suivi que suivant
Au suivant au suivant
Un jour je me ferai cul-de-jatte ou bonne soeur ou pendu
Enfin un de ces machins où je ne serai jamais plus
Le suivant le suivant
 
The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
In the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
Hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within its silent socket,
He holds his colored crayon.

Now from the tunnel's stony womb,
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide and welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon Rosary
Tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single worded poem comprised
Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding,
The poem across the tracks rebounding,
Shadowed by the exit light,
His legs take their ascending flight,
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.
 
Many's the hour I've lain by my window
And thought of the people who carried the burden
Who marched in the strange fields in search of an answers
And ended their journeys an unwilling hero

So here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die

Back in the coal fields of old Harlan county
Some talked of the union, some talked of good wages
And they lined them up in the dark of the forests
And shot them down without asking no questions

So here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine to the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die

And over the ocean, to the red Spanish soil
Came the Lincoln brigade with their dreams
But they fell in the fire of Germany's bombing
And they fell 'cause no one would hear their sad warning

So here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die

In old Alabama, in old Mississippi
Two states of the union so often found guilty
They came on the buses, they came on the marches
And they lay in the jails or they fell by the highway

So here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die

The state it was Texas, the town it was Dallas
In the flash of a rifle a life was soon over
And nobody thought of the past million murders
And the long list of irony had found a new champion

So here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
 
'As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door, where my old horse should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure I never saw before'

The Dubliners version, in memory of Ronnie Drew RIP
 
We were just a plain ol' hillbilly band with a plain ol' country style
We never played the kind of songs that'd drive anybody wild
Played a railroad song with a stomping beat
We played a blues song, kinda slow and sweet
But the thing that knocked them off of their feet was, ooh-wee
When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie in the strangest kind of way
Play it strange!

Well, we did our best to entertain everywhere we'd go
We'd nearly wear our fingers off to give the folks a show
Played jumping jive to make 'em get in the groove
We played sad songs, real slow and smooth
But the only thing that'd make 'em move was, ooh-wee
When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie
Luther played the boogie
 
So slide over here
And give me a moment
You moves are so raw
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind
 
Well, going down the road looking mighty cool
I may act funny, but I ain't no fool
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rockabilly guy, ain't ever gonna change my style
Well, going to the Royalty, rock around
When I start rocking I'm heaven bound
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rockabilly guy, ain't ever gonna change my style
Let's rock!
I do the rockabilly boogie every night
Rockabilly music, really out of sight
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rockabilly guy, ain't ever gonna change my style
Well, I'm gonna rockabilly till the day I die
'Cause I'm a rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rockabilly guy, ain't ever gonna change my style
Let's rock!
Well, going down the road looking mighty cool
I may act funny, but I ain't no fool
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rockabilly guy, ain't ever gonna change my style
I'm gonna rockabilly till the day I die
'Cause I'm a rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rockabilly guy, ain't ever gonna change my style
Well. I'm a rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
Rocka-rocka-rocka-rockabilly guy
 
If I was a junkman selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The king started laughing and talking in rhyme.

Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
 
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song

This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song

Happy to have, not to have not
Big business is very wise
I'm crossing over into
E-enter-prize

Love song
Love song
Love song
Love song

I'm going over to the other side
I'm happy to have not to have not
Big business is very wise
I'm inside free enterprise

I'm adaptable
I'm adaptable

I'm adaptable and I like my new role
I'm getting better and better
And I have a new goal
I'm changing my ways where money applies

This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song

Now are you ready to grab the candle
That tunnel vision - not television
Behind the curtain - out of the cupboard
You take the first train - into the big world
Now will I find you - now will you be there

Not a love song (echo)
Not a love song
Not a love song ...
 
look good in a glass pack
I look good and mean
I look good in metallic sick wraparound blackout tease
I scud along the horizon, I drink some sweet tree tea
I get high in my low-ass boot-cut jean
I like being seen
I look good with my drink-eat-no-sleep, take-a-leap longevity
I get high on my attitude, latitude, 1973
I'm in deep

My head's on fire and high esteem
Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything
Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
My head's on fire and high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything

I had to knock a few buildings over
I make an ugly mess
I had to blow a gasket
Drop transmission
I had to decompress
I had to write the great American novel
I had a neutron bomb
I had to teach the world to sing by the age of 21
I wake up (I wake up)
I wake up (I wake up)
I threw up when I saw what I'd done

Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
My head's on fire and high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything

I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up
I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up
I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up
I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up

Yeah, atomic, Supersonic
What a joke, I'm dumb
See ya, don't wanna be you
Lunch meat, Pond scum

My head's on fire in high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything
 
This is the one I will try
This is the one I will try
This is the one I will try
to be lonely with
This is the one I just know it
This is the one I want to show it
This is the I would die for
to be lonely
to be lonely with
Anything for you
Anything I do seamless
I'll brave the night alone
The darkened sky
Uncertain skies
I'll make it through
It's a wondrous night
Protect me night
I'll make it through
This is the one I will try
This is the one I will try
This is the one I will try
to be lonely with
This is the one I just know it
This is the one I want to show it
This is the I would die for
to be lonely
to be lonely with
 
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