The Lyrics thread

[RTP2003]

Home in the valley
Home in the city
Home isn't pretty
Ain't no home for me

Home in the darkness
Home on the highway
Home isn't my way
Home will never be

Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due

And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

Time is the essence
Time is the season
Time ain't no reason
Got no time to slow

Time everlasting
Time to play B-sides
Time ain't on my side
Time I'll never know

Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong or what's right
I've seen suns that were freezing and lives that were through
Well I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due

And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you [repeat]

[Froderik]

I like these words, RTP. Ain't no cult like the Blue Oyster Cult.

I've heard this song a million times, but did not catch all of the words, until now...

[RTP2003]

I like these words, RTP. Ain't no cult like the Blue Oyster Cult.

I've heard this song a million times, but did not catch all of the words, until now...

Oh yeah.......it comes on like a cheesy pop song, which it is, I guess, but it's got damn fine words to go along with the catchy melody.........and it's kind of a theme that's been relevent to my situation theses days

[Botched Programming]

Pretty Good At Drinkin' Beer" by Billy Currington

I wasn't born for diggin deep holes
I'm not made for pavin long roads
I aint cut out to climb high line poles
But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer

I'm not the type to work in a bank
I'm no good at slappin on things
Don't have a knack for makin motors crank, no
But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer

So hand me one more
That's what I'm here for
I'm built for having a ball
I love the nightlife
I love my budlight
I like 'em cold and tall

I aint much for mowin thick grass
I'm too slow for workin' too fast
I don't do windows so honey don't ask
But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer

A go getter maybe I'm not
I'm not known for doin' a lot
But I do my best work when the weather's hot
I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer

So hand me one more
That's what I'm here for
I'm built for having a ball
I love the nightlife
I love my budlight
I like 'em cold and tall

I wasn't born for diggin deep holes
I'm not made for pavin long roads
I aint cut out to climb high line poles
But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer
I'm pretty good at drinkin beer

[Spoken] o hand me one more boys...
That's what I'm here for

[Botched Programming]

Found a cool Vinyl yesterday as my next door neighbor was moving and threw out this one along with some other crap I was not interested in

Aqualung... Jethro Tull - Ian Anderson

"Cross-Eyed Mary"

Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief --
if he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy
from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract
but she always plays the game.
Dines in Hampstead village
on expense accounted gruel,
and the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from little boys:
would rather make it with a letching grey.
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung,
who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl
and she'll do it for a song.
She's a rich man stealer
but her favour's good and strong:
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate --
helps the poor man get along

[Botched Programming]

Locomotive Breath lyrics
Songwriters: Anderson, Ian;


In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all time loser
Headlong to his death

Oh, he feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow

Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down
Oh, oh

He sees his children jumping off
At stations one by one
His woman and his best friend
In bed an' having fun

Oh, he's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees

Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down
Yeah, yeah

He hears the silence howling
And catches angels as they fall
And the all time winner
Has got him by the balls

Oh, he picks up Gideon's Bible
Open at page one

I thank God, he stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down

No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down

[Botched Programming]

THE BALLAD OF DWIGHT FRYE by Alice Cooper

I was gone for fourteen days
Could have been gone for more
Held up in the intensive care ward
Lyin on the floor
I was gone for all those days
But I was not all alone
I made friends with a lot of people
In the Danger Zone

See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
When I'm gone away

I think I lost some weight there
And I really need some rest
Sleeping don't come very easy
In a straight white vest
Shaw'd like to see those little children
She's only four years old
I'd give her back all of her playthings
Even those I stole

See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
When I've gone insane

[Extra verse from the Alice Cooper original, sung live sometimes]:
I grabbed my hat and I got my coat
And I ran into the street
I saw a man that was choking there
I guess he couldn't breathe
Said to myself this is very strange
I'm glad it wasn't me
But now I hear those sirens callin'
And so I am not free

See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
When I've gone insane

[RTP2003]

I couldn't tell if the bells were getting louder
 the songs they ring I finally recognize  
I only know hell is getting hotter
the devil's getting smarter all the time
 
And it would be nice to walk upon the water
to talk again to angels on my side
I just come back to show you all my words are golden
so have no gods before me I'm the light

Time is getting closer
I read it on a poster
fanatical exposers
on corners prophecy  

It would be nice to walk upon the water
to talk again to angels at my side  
I just come back to show you all my words are golden
 so have no gods before me I'm the light

[RTP2003]

Almost a guilty pleasure.  Almost.  What a fucking great song........



Hey kid, rock and roll
Rock on, ooh, my soul
Hey kid, boogey too, did ya

Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey kid, rock and roll, rock on

And where do we go from here
Which is the way that's clear

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
(James Dean)

[Instrumental Interlude]

And where do we go from here
Which is the way that's clear

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
Jimmy Dean
Rock on
Rock on
Rock on

Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on........

[RTP2003]

Didn't have the money round to buy a Morry Thou
Been around and seen a lot to shake me anyhow
Begged and borrowed sometimes I admit I even stole
The worse crime that I ever did was play some rock 'n roll.

But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself

Suffering convictions on a two-way stretch inside
The air in here is pretty thin, I think I'll go outside
Committed for insanity and crimes against the soul
The worst crime that I ever did was play some rock 'n roll.

But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself

And you should know

Now I find from week to week the sentence sticking fast
Turn the corner, rub my eyes and hope the world will last
Stranger from another planet welcome to our hole
Just strap on your guitar and we'll play some rock 'n roll

But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself

And you should know

[RTP2003]

Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky?
He got an ice pick
That made his ears burn

Whatever happened to dear old Lenny?
The great Elmyra, and Sancho Panza?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?

Whatever happened to all the heroes?
All the Shakespearoes?
They watched their Rome burn
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?

No more heroes any more
No more heroes any more

Whatever happened to all the heroes?
All the Shakespearoes?
They watched their Rome burn
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Whatever happened to the heroes?

No more heroes any more
No more heroes any more

[RTP2003]

Well, I can live a life anytime I want with a Galaxy Gramophone
And I can pitch my soul at any speed I like
Depending on what level you're on
In the space between a subconsious track
I'm hung up shakin'hands with myself
As I try make my serial plans through the eye of a storm
To centre of the milky way

Well I can pick up a life anywhere I choose
On my Galaxy Gramophone
And I can make it sound so beatiful by scarching in a twilight zone
A rereversal unichorusverse for puppets on a cosmic string

As I pass around a loop through the eye of a storm
To centre of the milky way
Well I can live my life at any speed i like
Depending who's turning me on
As I try to make my way back home throught the eye of a storm
To the centre of the milky way
Through the centre of a milky way
To the bottom of the milky way...

[RTP2003]

True, true confessions, I lied
True, true confessions, I lied
Spent all night with Candy's eyes
Dragged myself cross the warm blind side
Spent all night with candy's eyes
Dragged myself cross the warm blind side

True, true confession, she cried
True, true confession, she cried
Stand in the doorway in a jealous rage
Drag myself cross her wild terrain
Stand in the doorway in a jealous rage
Drag myself cross her wild terrain

True, true confessions, we tried
True, true confessions, we tried
Naked, exposed like fine rock-n-roll
Perfect as strangers, imperfect as love
Naked, exposed like fine rock-n-roll
Perfect as strangers, imperfect as love
We're never sorry, we're never sad
We're modern lovers, what fun we had

[RTP2003]

How many times have you woken up and prayed for the rain?
How many times have you seen the papers apportion the blame?
Who gets to say?
Who gets to work and who gets to play?
I was always told at school, everybody should get the same.

How many times have you been told if you don't ask you don't get?
How many times have you wasted your money?  Your Mother said you shouldnt bet.
Who has the fun?
Is it always a man with a gun?
Someone must have told you if you work to hard you can sweat?

There's always the sun.
mmmm
There's always the sun.
Always, always,always the sun.

How many times has the weatherman told you stories that made you laugh?
You know its not up to the politicians and leaders, when they do things by halves.
Who gets the job?
Of pushing the knob.
Thats what responsibility you draw straws for if your mad enough.

There's always the sun.
mmmm
There's always the sun.
Always, always,always the sun.

There's always the sun.
mmmm
There's always the sun.
Always, always,always the sun.

[RTP2003]

Trees are falling all around
Silent clouds are on the ground
Someone whispers in your ear
This is what you long to hear

I'm on your side
And I am also blue
Cause I am still a child
And I know that you are too

Pancakes spinning 'round the sun
Flat earth projects has begun
Catwalk on suburban trains
Summer is inside your veins (your veins)

And I am on your side
For  I am also blue
Cause I am still a child
And know that you are too
Yes I am on your side
And I am all so blue
And don't you feel inside, that I still believe in you
I still believe in you