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'Fiddle And The Drum' by A Perfect Circle

And so once again,
My dear Johnny, my dear friend,
And so once again you are fighting us all,
And when I ask you why,
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall,
Oh, my friend,
How did you come?,
To trade the fiddle for the drum,
You say I have turned,
Like the enemies you've earned,
But I can remember,
All the good things you are,
And so I ask you please,
Can I help you find the peace and the star?,
Oh, my friend,
What time is this?,
To trade the handshake for the fist

And so once again,
Oh, America my friend,
And so once again,
You are fighting us all,
And when we ask you why,
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall,
Oh, my friend,
How did you come,
To trade the fiddle for the drum

You say we have turned,
Like the enemies you've earned,
But we can remember,
All the good things you are,
And so we ask you please,
Can we help you find the peace and the star?,
Oh my friend,
We have all come,
To fear the beating of your drum

I heard this song tonight, and it made me remember my time with someone a few years ago. Yet another song which reminds me of a woman in my past.

"Smooth" by Santana featuring Rob Thomas

Man it’s a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My mu equita my spanish harlem mona lisa
Your my reason for reason
The step in my groove

Bridge
And if you say this life ain’t good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you’re so smooth

Chorus
And just like the ocean under the moon
Well that’s the same emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth
Gimme your heart make it real
Or else forget about it

I’ll tell you one thing
If you would leave it would be a crying shame
In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio you hear my rhythm from your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow
Turning you round and round

too bad that Weather Report songs don't have lyrics =), but here's something from RHCP.


Shallow Be Thy Game
I was not created in the likeness of a fraud
Your hell is something scary I prefer a loving god
We are not the center of this funny universe
And what is worse I do not serve
In fear of such a curse

Shallow be thy game 2000 years look in the mirror
You play the game of shame and tell your people live in fear
A rival to the way you see the Bible let him be
I'm a threat to your survival and your control company

CHORUS:
You'll never burn me
You'll never burn me
I'll be your heretic
You can't contain me
I am the power free
Truth belongs to everybody

To anyone who's listenin' you're not born into sin
The guilt they try and give you puke it in the nearest bin
Missionary maddness iweep up culture with a broom
Trashing ancient ways is par for the course
It's ****ing rude

To think that you're above the laws of nature is a joke
Purple sashes feeding masses smoke on which to choke
I might be a monkey when it comes to being holy
Fundamental hatred get down on your knees and

(chorus)


EDIT: discovering that Aenema is (was, to be more precise) the only song on this thread with such offensive language, i decided to put something a bit more decent

'Weak and Powerless' by A Perfect Circle (just love this song...especially the part which I marked with bold style )

Tilling my own grave to keep me level
Jam another dragon down the hole
Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren
One that pushes me along and leaves me so

Desperate and Ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you

Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom

Desperate and Ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you

Little angel go away
Come again some other day
The devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say
He promised I would find a little solace
And some piece of mind
Whatever just as long as I don't feel so

Desperate and Ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you
Desperate and Ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless
over you

FOXTROT UNIFORM CHARLIE KILO - The Bloodhoundgang

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo, in the end know my intent, though
I brazillian wax poetic, so hypothetic
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo, in the end know my intent, though
I brazillian wax poetic, so hypothetic
I don't wanna beat around the bush


Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

5 to 1-- The Doors

5 to 1, baby 1 in 5
noone here gets out alive, now
you get yours, baby, i'll get mine
gonna make it baby, if we tryu

the old get old
and the young get stronger
may take a week and it
may take longer
they've got the guns, but
we've got the numbers
gonna win, yeah we're taking over

your ballroom days are over, baby
night is drawing near
shadows of the evening
crawl across the years
you walk accross the floor
with the flower in your hand
trying to tell me noone understands
trade in your hours for a hand full of dimes
gonna make it baby, in our prime.

Get together, one more time.
Get together, one more time.

More songs!

I heard this song for the first time tonight. It's quite close to a situation I've been through numerous times with certain friends.

GO BUCKS!!!!!

Creed- My Own Prison

A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn

(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one

I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally

Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time

(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one



I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison

(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one

(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one

Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time

This song is dedicated to all of the SYM temptresses out there... You know who you are!

My eyes have seen you-- The Doors


My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Stand in the door,
meet inside,
show me some more
show me some more
show me some more

My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Turn and stare,
fix your hair,
move upstairs
move upstairs
move upstairs


My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Free from disguise,
gazing on a city under television skies
television skies
television skies

My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Let me photograph your soul,
memorize your alleys on an endless roll
endless roll
endless roll
endless roll
endless roll
endless roll

Great song, classic.
You never told me where you came from
You never told me your name
I didn't know if you were legal tender
But I spent you just the same
I didn't think it could happen to me
But I fell in love in the first degree -

It was love at first feel
love at first feel
love at first feel
(the first touch was too much)

They told me it was disgustin'
They told me it was a sin
They saw me knocking on your front door
And they saw me smile when you let me in
You and me baby we're all alone
Let's get something goin'
While your mum and dad ain't home -

It was love at first feel
(Feel good just like I knew it would)

This may well have been posted before, but there is a great need for it to be posted again,IMO. Especially dedicated to the denizens of the SF Chins up!

Best of All Possible Worlds

I was runnin' thru the summer rain, try'n' to catch that evenin' train
And kill the old familiar pain weavin' thru my tangled brain
When I tipped my bottle back and smacked into a cop I didn't see
That police man said, "Mister Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a fool."
I said, "If that's against the law, then tell me why I never saw
A man locked in that jail of yours who wasn't neither black or poor as me?"
Well, that was when someone turned out the lights
And I wound up in jail to spend the night
And dream of all the wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds.

Well, I woke up next mornin' feelin' like my head was gone
And like my thick old tongue was lickin' something sick and wrong
And I told that man I'd sell my soul for something wet and cold as that old cell.
That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up with sympathy
Then poured himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear,
"If booze was just a dime a bottle boy, you couldn't even buy the smell"
I said, "I knew there was something I liked about this town."
But it takes more than that to bring me down, down, down.
'Cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds

Well, they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free
And I'd be leavin' town if I knew what was good for me
I said, "It's nice to learn that ev'rybody's so concerned about my health."
(They were obsessed with it)
I said, "I won't be leavin' no more quicker than I can
'Cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand
And I don't need this town of yours more than I never needed nothin' else."
'Cause there's still alot of drinks that I ain't drunk
And lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk
And lord there's still so many lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds.

Kris Kristofferson

O there is no place like Nebraska
Good ole Nebraska U!
Where the Girls are the fairest,
Our team was embarrassed,
but now we'll win National Championships soon!!

Ok fine if you didn't like that, try this instead...



Ain't That A Bitch: Aerosmith
coincidentally, USC football's off season theme song:laugh:

Nice Kristofferson song Fiona: here I worried I was the only person on this planet who had heard of him ... Here's another one for good measure (I bet it's been posted before, but I bet few didn't know he originally wrote it!)

"Me and Bobby McGee"
-Kris Kristofferson, Me and Bobby Mcgee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained;
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With them windshield wipers slappin' time,
And Bobby clappin' hands,
We finally sang up every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose:
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feeling good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done,
Every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find.
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose:
Nothin' left is all she left for me.
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

La da da la la na na na
La da da na na.
La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la da da da
La la la da da.
La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.

La la la la la na na na
La la la da da.
La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la da da da.................

Buy a Gun for Your Son

"Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies,
Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies.
Buy yourself some real red-blooded fun.
If you want to make the grade,
You've got to have a hand grenade,
And a fully automatic GI gun.

Chorus:
So, buy a gun for your son right away, sir.
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, sir.
Let his little mind expand.
Place a weapon in his hand.
For the skills he learns today, we'll someday pay, sir.

Pound that kid into submission,
Till he's mastered nuclear fission.
Buy him plastic warheads by the score.
Once he's got the taste of blood,
He's gonna sneak up on his buddies,
Starting his own thermo-nuclear war.

[chorus]

Buy him khakis and fatigues
And sign him up in little leagues.
Give him calisthenics as a rule.
Once you've banished fear and dread,
Then pat his seven-year-old head
And send him off to military school.

[chorus]

Once he's grown to be a man,
He might get tired of blasting Granny.
Then you see a crisis coming on.
Don't get worried. Don't get nervous.
Send that kid into the service.
Let him rise into the Pentagon.

[chorus]

At the Pentagon he'll rise.
The President he will advise,
His reputation growing all the while.
With his picture on the wall,
He'll get that long-awaited call
And press the firing buttons with a smile.

Tom Paxton

There has been a horrible lack of blues music posted here, so I thought this song would be a good place to start fixing this God-awful problem ( ). This is one of my favorite blues songs of all time and it still amazes me: this man was completely blind (from birth I believe) but was somehow able to write such vivid, colorful lyrics. It's astonishing really!

"The Dyin' Craphsooter's Blues"
-Blind Willie McTell, The Devil Can't Hide From Me

Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day
He used crooked cards and dice.
Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soul
Heart was hard and cold like ice

Jesse was a wild reckless gambler
Won a gang of change
Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain
Began to spend a-loose his money
Began to be blue, sad and all alone
His heart had even turned to stone.

What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and gone
Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down
Boys i got to die today

He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside
Here are the words he had to say:

Guess I ought to know
Exactly how I wants to go
(How you wanna go, Jesse?)

Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let 'em be veiled down in black
I want nine men going to the graveyard, bubba
And eight men comin back

I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
Crooked card printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me
My life been a doggone curse

Send poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of spades
I want twelve polices in my funeral march
High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade

I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times
Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues

Sixteen real good crapshooters
Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song
Sixteen racket men gamblin'
Couple tend bar while i'm rollin' along

He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
26 off-a South Bell
29 women outta North Atlanta
Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell

His head was achin', heart was thumpin'
Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin'
Folks, don't be standin' around ole Jesse cryin'
He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he dyin'

One foot up, a toenail dragging
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon
Come here mama with that can of booze

The dyin crapshooter's - leavin' the world
The dyin' crapshooter's - goin' down slow
With the dyin' crapshooter's blues