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[try another castle]

I've got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I'm free
There are no strings on me

Hi-ho the me-ri-o
I'm as happy as can be
I want the world to know
Nothing ever worries me

I've got no strings
So I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on me

[try another castle]

You say you fight your war for freedom and democracy
Well I don't pretend to understand the complex bureaucracy
But I got two healthy boys and I intend to raise em
And if you try to take em away
I'm gonna kill you, you son-of-a-bitch

I know the sweet taste of oil is fastened to your intellect
Weighin' down your judgement like an ox rope-tied to the back of your neck
But your greed's no cause to take my boys, or anybody else's
And if you try to take em away
I'm gonna kill you, you son-of-a-bitch

I spent seventeen hours pushing that boy out
And fourteen on his brother
And I'll be damned if I join the ranks of too many son-less mothers
Now I'm a peaceful woman I don't want no trouble
I'm not the one to make it
But I swear to the gods of all that's just
If you take one of my boys
I'm gonna kill you, you son-of-a-bitch

It seems to me these dirty wars will go on without end
What's to do but sing my song and keep on prayin
That no more mothers have to lay their sons or daughters in the ground
For freedom or democracy, oil or land or power
Cause what good to us is freedom if you take away our hearts
So if you take our boys, better be prepared
You're gonna get yours, you son-of-a-bitch
You better run and hide, you son-of-a-bitch


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This is one of the best songs I've heard in a long time.

[Anonymous]

Please clean the plates, dear.
The Lord above can see ya.
Don't you know people are starving in Korea?
Alcohol and razor blades and poison and needles,
Kindergarten people - they use 'em, the need 'em.
Over-indulging machines were their children.
There wasn't a way down on Earth to cool 'em,
'Cause they look just like humans at Kresges and Woolworths.
But decadent brains were at work to destroy.
Brats in battalions were ruling the streets,
Sayin' generation landslide closed the gap between 'em.

And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies.

Militant mothers hiding in their basement
Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets.
Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high chairs,
While Mothers' Lib burns birth certificate papers.
Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the dealer,
Who's public to the world but involved in high finance.
Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's hours.
But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from his father.
Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour.
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em.

And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies
Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies

[RTP2003]

You know there in Washington
They got a monument covered with names
Names of folks they say gave their lives for their country
And we oughta honor them
The way I see it
They were just doing what they were told
Now, who I'd like to bestow my gratitude on
Is them free thinking folks of independent mind
I'd like to say -thank you
To all of you Vietnam era draft dodgers          
(And it's strange, but it made me happy)
And thank you to all you Gulf War military deserters    
(When I heard)
And I just want to give a big thanks to all of those              
 (We won the war)
Americans out there who put their freedom on the line
As conscientious objectors and military resistors

All of you youngsters out there
All of you young men ages 18-22
You're probably wondering what you can do
To follow in the footsteps of the American way
And assert yourselves as mature individuals
You can decide your own future
I'm not gonna suggest you shouldn't register for the draft
That wouldn't be legal
But why not take a cue from my buddy Sam
And register 10 times, 50 times, 100 times
There's no law against it
No law against a woman 18-22 registering 50 or 60 times
Or a man, or a woman 14 or 40
Registering for the draft 150 times
500 times
Just let them know what's on your mind

About all the bugaboo
Concerning folks burning the flag
I'd always learned that burning was the
Proper, respectful way to dispose of a flag
When its become obsolete and worn out its usefulness
Hell, being an American is all about getting things off of your chest
And saying your piece
A visual aid can come in mighty handy for getting your point across
So don't be using up all your matches and lighters
Wavin 'em at those big concerts
Save 'em for the streets
Where they can express your true feelings
And those of our founding fathers
God bless all you flag burning patriots
Exercising your rights as Americans

[Froderik]

Phone's off the hook
No one knows where we are
It's a long time since I drank champagne
The ocean is blue, as blue as your eyes
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

Old long since gone
Now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
Ain't no good thing ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

Far far away
A train whistle blows
Wherever you're goin
Wherever you've been
Waving goodbye at the end of the day
You're up and you're over
And you're far away

Always for you
And forever yours
It felt just like the old days
We fell asleep on Beaula's porch
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

All broken down
By the side of the road
I was never more alive or alone
I've worn the faces off all the cards
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

Children are playing
At the end of the day
Strangers are singing on our lawn
It's got to be more
Than flesh and bone
All that you're loved is all you own

In a land there's a town
And in that town there's a house
And in that house there's a woman
And in that woman there's a heart I love
I'm gonna take it with me when I go
I'm gonna take it with me when I go

[Froderik]

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house

(Chorus:)
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Come on up to the house

(Chorus » Harp solo » Chorus)

There's nothin in the world
That you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces
That are inside you
Come on up to the house

Well you're high on top
Of your mountain of woe
Come on up to the house
Well you know you should surrender
But you can't let go
You gotta come on up to the house

(Chorus)

[Botched Programming]

It's been a while
Since I could hold my head up high
and it's been a while
Since I first saw you
It's been a while
since i could stand on my own two feet again
and it's been a while
since i could call you
But everything I can't remember as fucked up as it may seem
the consequences that I've rendered
I've stretched myself beyond my means

It's been a while
since i could say that i wasn't addicted and
It's been a while
Since I could say I love myself as well and
It's been a while
Since I've gone and fucked things up just like i always do
It's been a while
But all that shit seems to disappear when i'm with you
But everything I can't remember as fucked up as it may seem
the consequences that I've rendered
I've gone and fucked things up again

Why must i feel this way?
just make this go away
just one more peaceful day

Its been awhile
Since I could lok at myself straight
and it's been awhile
since i said i'm sorry
It's been awhile
Since I've seen the way the candles light your face
It's been awhile
But I can still remember just the way you taste
But everything I can't remember as fucked up as it may seem
I know it's me i cannot blame this on my father
he did the best he could for me

It's been a while
Since I could hold my head up high
and it's been a while since i said i'm sorry[/b]

[Anonymous]

This Been Awhile Song... It resonates so much it hurts.

[Trekker Jag]

Sane, sane, theyre all insane,
Firemans blind, the conductor is lame
A cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladins hat
And nobodys sure where mr. knickerbockers at

Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladins hat
And nobodys sure where mr. knickerbockers at

Shine, shine, a roosevelt dime
All the way to baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

[Anonymous]

Hang on st. christopher through the smoke
and the oil
Buckle down the rumble seat
let the radiator boil
got an overhead downshift
and a two dollar grill
got an 85 cabin
on an 85 hill
Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride
hang on st. christopher with a barrel house dog
kick me up mt. baldy
throw me out in the fog
tear a hole in the jack pot
drive a stake through his heart
do a 100 on the grapevine
do a jump on the start
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go
get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah
hang on st. christopher with the hammer to the floor
put a hi ball in the crank case
nail a crow to the door
get a bottle for the jockey
gimme a 294
there's a 750 norton bustin down january's door
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go
get to me reno got to bring it in low
put my baby on the flat car
got to burn down the caboose
get 'em all jacked up on whiskey
then we'll turn the mad dog loose
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride

[Botched Programming]

“My Cubicle”
Lyrics by: Morning Sidekick
Performed by: Jym Britton
Parody on “You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt

My job is stupid my day’s a bore,
Inside this office from eight to four
Nothin’ ever happens my life is pretty bland,
Pretending that I’m working, pray I don’t get canned.


My Cubicle, My cubicle
It’s One of Sixty two
It’s my small space in a crowded place
Just a six-by-six foot booth
And I hate it that’s the truth

Well, I give a sigh as the boss walks by,
no one ever talks to me or looks me in the eye.
And I really should work but instead I just sit here and surf the Internet.

In My Cubicle, My cubicle
It doesn’t have a view.
It’s my small space in a crowded place

I sit in solitude.
And sometimes I sit here nude.


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( You can listen to the song here: http://www.lifeaftercoffee.com/2006/06/ ... ng-lyrics/

[Anonymous]

I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
and a Black Crow snuck through
a hole in the sky
so I spent all my buttons on an
old pack mule
and I made me a ladder from
a pawn shop marimba
and I leaned it up against
a dandelion tree

And I filled me a sachel
full of old pig corn
and I beat me a billy
from an old French horn
and I kicked that mule
to the top of the tree
and I blew me a hole
'bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch
from a long branch elbow

Chorus
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

Well I slept in the holler
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched like a clothes line
you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Repeat Chorus

Now I hold him prisoner
in a Washburn jail
that's strapped on the back
of my old kick mule
strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Repeat chorus

[Botched Programming]

Flight of Icarus - Iron Maiden
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As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill,
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still.

His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly touch the sun.

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears,
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd,
" In the name of God my father I'll fly! "

His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream,
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes his grave.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.

On your way, like an eagle,
Fly touch the sun.

[Froderik]

And all I see is little dots
Some are smeared and some are spots
Feels like a murder but that's alright
Somebody said there's too much light
Pull down the shade and it's alright
It'll be over in a minute or two.

I'm charged up...Don't put me down
Don't feel like talking...Don't mess around
I feel mean...I feel O.K.
I'm charged up...Electricity

The boys are making a big mess
This makes the girls all start to laugh
I don't know what they're talking about
The boys are worried, the girls are shocked
They pick the sound and let it drop
Nobody knows what they're talking about

I'm charged up...I'm kinda wooden
I'm barely moving...I study motion
I study myself...I fooled myself
I'm charged up...It's pretty intense.
I'm charged up...Don't put me down
Don't feel like talking...Don't mess around
I feel mean...I feel O.K.
I'm charged up...Electricity.

[Froderik]

Men at arms shout "Who goes there?"
We have journeyed far from here
Armed with bibles make us swear

Candy and Cathy hope you both are well
Please come see me in the citadel

Flags are flying dollar bills
From the heights of concrete hills
You can't see the pinnacles

Candy and Cathy hope you both are well
Please come see me in the citadel

In the streets of many walls
Here the peasants come and crawl
You can hear their numbers called

Candy and Cathy hope you both are well
Please come see me in the citadel

Screaming people fly so fast
In their shiny metal cars
Through the woods of steel and glass

Candy and Cathy hope you both are well
Please come see me in your citadel

Oh well.