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"Fully, Completely" by the Tragically Hip
Hang me long out in the sun. Exonerate me, forget about me I recommend measures for ending it. Lover, she simply slammed the door. She said, "you're gonna miss me. Wait and you'll see." Fully and completely. I ponder the endlessness of the stars, Ignoring said same of my father. Either it'll move me, Or it'll move right through me. Fully and completely. Wee-eelll, bring me back in shackles, Aaand hang me long out in the sun. Exonerate me then forget about me Oh wait and you'll see, just wait and you'll see. Fully, completely Fullllyyy and completely Fullllyyyyy, completely
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Holy Diver
You've been down too long in the midnight sea Oh what's becoming of me Ride the tiger You can see his stripes but you know he's clean Oh don't you see what I mean Gotta get away Holy Diver Shiny diamonds Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue Something is coming for you Race for the morning You can hide in the sun 'till you see the light Oh we will pray it's all right Gotta get away-get away Between the velvet lies There's a truth that's hard as steel The vision never dies Life's a never ending wheel Holy Diver You're the star of the masquerade No need to look so afraid Jump on the tiger You can feel his heart but you know he's mean Some light can never be seen
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Twelve men broke loose in '73
From Millhaven Maximum Security Twelve pictures across the front page Seems the Mounties have a summertime war to wage The chief told the people "there's nothing to fear" The last thing you wanna do is hang around here They mostly came from towns with long French names One of the dozen was the hometown shame Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all Freezing slow time away from the world He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl We were sittin' 'round the table, heard the telephone ring Father said he'd tell em if he saw anything Heard the tap on the window, in the middle of the night Held back the curtains for my older brother, Mike See my sister got raped, so a man got killed Boy went to prison, man's buried on the hill Folks went back to normal when they closed the case They still stare at their shoes when they pass our place My mother cried "The horror has finally ceased" He whispered "Yeah, for the time being, at least" Over her shoulder on the squad car megaphone Said "Let's go Michael, son, we're taking you home" Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all Freezing slow time away from the world He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl
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Well I was sittin' in a coffee shop
Just havin' a cup to pass the time Swapin' rodeo stories with this old cowboy friend of mine When some motorcycle riders started snickerin' in the back Started pokin' fun at my friend's hat One old boy said "Hey Tex, where'd you park your horse?" My friend just pulled his hat down low but they couldn't be ignored One husky fella said "I think I'll rip that hat right off your head." That's when my friend turned around and this is what he said You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky Rope an old blue nortern and milk it till it's dry Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat Long before you take this cowboys hat Now partner this old hat is better left alone See it used to be my daddy's But, last year he passed on My nephew skined the rattler that makes up this old hatband But, back in sixty nine he died in vietnam Now the eagle feather was given to me by an indian friend of mine But, someone ran he down somewhere around that Arizona line And a real special lady gave me this hatpin And I don't know if I'll ever see her again You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky Rope an old blue nortern and milk it till it's dry Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat Long before you take this cowboys hat Now if your leather jacket means to you what this hat means to me Then I guess we understand each other and we'll just let it be But, if you still think it's funny, man you got my back up against the wall And if you touch my hat you're gonna havta fight us all Well right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leader's eyes He turned back to the others and they all just kinda shuffled on outside But when my friend turned back towards me I noticed he's old hatbrim well it was turned up in a big old Texas grin You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky Rope an old blue nortern and milk it till it's dry Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat Long before you take this cowboys hat |
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This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's Restaurant. You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room, seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump. Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our's down. That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage." After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station. Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again, which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid. Get in the back of the patrol car." And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station. They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to mention the aerial photography. After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?" Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog. And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not what I came to tell you about. Came to talk about the draft. They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York, and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604." And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy." Didn't feel too good about it. Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question. Have you ever been arrested?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre, with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever go to court?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!" And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said. "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing- you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting- officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there, and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words: ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?") I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington." And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement. And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar. With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does. Here it comes. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud. I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired. So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part harmony and feeling. We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing. All right now. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Excepting Alice You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Da da da da da da da dum At Alice's Restaurant |
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One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong, Can you tell which thing is not like the others By the time I finish my song? Did you guess which thing was not like the others? Did you guess which thing just doesn't belong? If you guessed this one is not like the others, Then you're absolutely...right! |
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[DRUNKEN VOICE]
We were sailing alooong...... On Moonlight Baaaaay... We could heare the voices siingiiing..... They seemed to saaaaay...... You have broken my heaaaart...... So go awaaaaay....... With your short, fat, hairy legs, on Moonlight Bay Ooonnnn Mooooonnliiiiight Baaaaaaay....... Wooooooo.... [/DRUNKEN VOICE] |
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I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since, I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a-rollin' On down to San Antone When I was just a baby My Mama told me, "Son Always be a good boy Don't ever play with guns" But I shot a man in Reno Just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eatin' In a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee And smokin' big cigars But I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free But those people keep a-movin' And that's what tortures me Well, if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little Farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison That's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow my Blues away |
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"Long time running" by the Tragically Hip
Does your mother tell you things?
Long, long when I'm gone? Who you talking to? Is she telling you I'm the one? It's a grave mistake and I'm wide awake Drive-In's rained out Weatherman wet-fingers the sky He pokes it out, he pulls it in He don't know why It's the same mistake It's been a long time running It's been a long time coming It's well worth the wait We don't go anywhere, Just on trips We haven't seen a thing We still don't know where it is It's a safe mistake It's been a long time running It's been a long time coming Well, well it's all the same mistake Dead to rights and wide awake I'll drop a caribou, I'll tell on you, I'll tell on you, I'll tell on you. You've got a boat-load o'nerve But I would say you've been told You work me against my friends And you'll get left out in the cold It's the same mistake It's been a long time running It's been a long time coming It's been a long, long, long time running It's well worth the wait
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"The thing about everything hard is that it ends. That hill? It has a top. That swim? It has a shore. You just have to get there." --Mike Canino | On hiatus again. For real. 江湖再見
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well you can dance with me honey,
if you think it's funny, does your mother know that you're out? |
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What do you do for money, honey - AC/DC
You're workin in bars, ridin in cars
Never gonna give it for free Your apartment with a view On the finest avenue Lookin at your beat on the street You're always pushin, shovin Satisfied with nothing You bitch you must be gettin old So stop your love on the road All your diggin for gold You make me wonder Yes I wonder I wonder Honey, what do you do for money Honey, what do you do for money How do ya get your kicks? You're ridin on the take and you're always on the make Squeezin all the blood out of men They're standin in a queue just to spend the night wth you It's business as usual again You're always grabbin, stabbin Tryin to get it back but girl you must be gettin slow So stop your love on the road All your diggin for gold You make me wonder Yes I wonder Yes I wonder Honey, what do you do for money Honey, what do you do for money What do you do for money honey How do you get your kicks? What do you do for money honey How do you get your licks? Honey, what do you do for money I said, honey, what do you do for money Aw, honey Honey, what do you do for money What you gonna do Aah, honey What you gonna do? Aw what you gonna do? |
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Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay. Money, it's a gas. Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash. New car, caviar, four star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team. Money, get back. I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack. Money, it's a hit. Don't give me that do goody good bull****. I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet. Money, it's a crime. Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie. Money, so they say Is the root of all evil today. But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away. |
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Sin City - AC/DC
Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burnin' feelin' Deep inside of me It's a-yearning But, I'm goin' to set it free I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in Sin City Oh, I'm gonna roll you, baby Snake eyes, oh Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, Beggar man, thief Ain't got a hope in hell That's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're gettin' ready, look out, I'm comin' in So, spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champagne on ice I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm goin' in to Sin City |
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more Pink Floyd, yeah!
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far. Shine on you crazy diamond. Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there. Shine on you crazy diamond. And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!
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"The thing about everything hard is that it ends. That hill? It has a top. That swim? It has a shore. You just have to get there." --Mike Canino | On hiatus again. For real. 江湖再見
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Angel - Judas Priest
Angel,
Put sad wings around me now Protect me from this world of sin So that we can rise again Oh angel, We can find our way somehow Escaping from the world we're in To a place where we began And I know we'll find A better place and peace of mind Just tell me that it's all you want For you and me Angel won't you set me free Angel, Remember how we chased the sun Then reaching for the stars at night As our lives had just begun When I close my eyes I hear your velvet wings and cry I'm waiting here with open arms Oh can't you see Angel shine your light on me Angel we'll meet once more I'll pray When all my sins are washed away Hold me inside your wings and stay Angel take me far away Put your sad wings around me now Angel take me far away Put sad wings around me now So that we can rise again Put sad wings around me now Angel take me far away Put sad wings around me now So that we can rise again Last edited by Lord Loco; Jun 13th, 2008 at 11:14 PM. |
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