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Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees


Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time

Originally posted by Tybaltus
I hated Wham! too, you know. I cant stand it.

NOOOOOOO!! Its WHAM! NOOOOOOOO! Its "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go"! You better start running!

LMAO I've should've seen this coming

Recognise this ?

Moon over Parma

Moon over Parma bring my love to me tonight.
Guide her to East Lake, underneath your silvery light.
We met in Ashtabula,
She was doing the hula.
I landed her in my radishes and pledged my love that night.

Moon over Parma, won’t you bring my love to me?
Shine on the freeway and guide her AMC.
Get her past those radar Mounties,
Bring her to Lake County, Moon over Parma, tonight.

Moon over Parma shine on I-271.
We can get together
In the warm light of the sun.
I’m askin’ you don’t fail.
Get her safely past Lindale,
I can’t go to Parma cause my Edsel will not run.

Moon over Parma, where those pink flamingos stand.
I need her kisses and the soft touch of her hand.
We’re goin bowlin, so don’t lose her in Solon.
Moon over Parma, tonight. I said tonight.

Moon over Parma, tonight.
Moon over Parma, (2X)
Moon over Parma, tonight.

nearly the Beach Boys....

If everybody had a Forum
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be SPAMmin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals too
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo
SPAMmin' U. S. A.

You'd catch 'em SPAMmin' at Del Mar
Ventura County line
Santa Cruz and Trestle
Australia's Narrabeen
All over Manhattan
And down Doheny Way

Everybody's gone SPAMmin'
SPAMmin' U.S.A.

We'll all be planning that route
We're gonna take real soon
We're waxing down our surfboards
We can't wait for June
We'll all be gone for the summer
We're on surfari to stay
Tell the teacher we're SPAMmin'
SPAMmin' U. S. A.

Haggerties and Swamies
Pacific Palisades
San Onofre and Sunset
Redondo Beach L. A.
All over La Jolla
At Wa'imea Bay.

Everybody's gone SPAMmin'
SPAMmin' U.S. A.

Everybody's gone SPAMmin'
SPAMmin' U.S. A.

Everybody's gone SPAMmin'
SPAMmin' U.S. A.

Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick by Ian Dury and the Blockheads




In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich,
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me slowly, hit me quick.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro.

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Das ist gut! C'est fantastique!
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
It's nice to be a lunatic.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away

Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Two fat persons, click, click, click.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

The Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated

Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go, I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go, I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport and put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain, oh no oh ho
Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go, I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go, I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair, get me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers, I can't control my brain, oh no oh ho ho
(solo)

Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go, I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go, I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers, I can't control my toes, oh no oh oh ho
Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go, I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go, I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes, oh no oh oh ho ho

Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam, I wanna be sedated
Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam, I wanna be sedated
Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam, I wanna be sedated
Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam, I wanna be sedated

Aaaaah ! The Ramones... memories galore !

"Pet Cemetary"

Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows, No one cares, nobody knows.

I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.

Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.

CHORUS

The moon is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dancee, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.

I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no
I don't want to live my life again, oh oh

OK.

Rock and Roll High School by The Ramones

Well I don't care about history
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
'cause that's not where I wanna be
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

I just wanna have some kicks
I just wanna get some chicks
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

Well the girls out there knock me out, you know
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Cruisin' around in my GTO
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

I hate the teachers and the principal
Don't wanna be taught to be no fool
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

Fun fun rock'n'roll high school
Fun fun rock'n'roll high school
Fun fun rock'n'roll high school
Fun fun, oh baby, fun fun, oh baby
Fun fun fun fun

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

Well I don't care about history
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
'cause that's not where I wanna be
Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

I just wanna have some kicks
I just wanna get some chicks
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

Fun fun rock'n'roll high school
Fun fun rock'n'roll high school
Fun fun rock'n'roll high school
Fun fun, oh baby, fun fun, oh baby
Fun fun fun fun

Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school

Metallica

Ride The Lightning

Guilty as charged
But damn it, it ain't right
There is someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say
"I'll take your life from you!"


chorus:

Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flames


Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginning of the end
Sweat, chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear
What I am doing here?


chorus:

Someone help me
Oh please God help me
They are trying to take it all away
I don't want to die
Time moving slowly
The minutes seem like hours
The final curtain call I see
How true is this?
Just get it over with
If this is true, just let it be
Wakened by the horrid cream
Freed from the frightening dream


chorus:

Smashing Pumpkins - Bullet With Butterfly Wings

the world is a vampire, sent to drain
secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
and what do i get, for my pain
betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
even though i know-i suppose i'll show
all my cool and cold-like old job
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
now i'm naked, nothing but an animal
but can you fake it, for just one more show
and what do you want, i want to change
and what have you got


when you feel the same
even though i know-i suppose i'll show
all my cool and cold-like old job
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
tell me i'm the only one
tell me there's no other one
jesus was an only son
tell me i'm the chosen one
jesus was an only son for you
despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage
and i still believe that i cannot be saved

This is a nice tune by Nickleback.

How You Remind Me

Never made it as a wise man,
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'...
Tired of livin' like a blind man,
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling.
And this is how you remind me...
This is how you remind me of what I really am.

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story,
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking.
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle,
These five words in my head scream "are we havin' fun yet?"

It's not like you didn't know that,
I said I love you and I swear I still do.
And it must have been so bad...
Cause livin' with me must have damn near killed you.

And this is how you remind me of what I really am...
This is how you remind me of what I really am.

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story,
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking.
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle,
These five words in my head scream "are we havin' fun yet?"

Never made it as a wise man,
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'.

And this is how you remind me...
This is how you remind me of what I really am.

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story.

@Chan - that is one of my favourites this year

Here's another:

Creed- One Last Breath

Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

I'm so far down

Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe

Ysh - the lyrics to one of my top favorite songs. Thanks.

Matchbox Twenty - Bed of Lies

No I will not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am

Don't think that I can take another empty moment
Don't think that I can fake another hollow smile
It's not enough just to be sorry.
Don't think that I could take another talk about it

Just like me you got needs
And they're only a whisper away
And we softly surrender
To these lives that we've tendered away

No I will not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am

Don't wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
Don't wanna be somewhere where I just don't belong
Where it's not enough just to be sorry
Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in

Tried to be more than me
And I gave 'til it all went away
And we've only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters we've made

I am all that I'll ever be
When you - lay your hands over me
but don't go weak on me now
I know that it's weak
But God help me I need this

I will not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am
I am marking it down to learning
'cause I can

The Pogues - Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

The Kinks - who else?

Well, in the 700 years or so I have been on this planet, I have spent far, far, far too many of them in the ol' ivory tower. I much prefer my current position brewing for the monastary. Be that as it may, I just love the take that Ray Davies (of The Kinks) has on ...

Education

In a deep dark jungle long time ago
Lived a lonesome caveman
He was a solitary soul
And he spent his playtime
Chewing meat from bones.
He didn't know how to talk much
He only knew how to groan
Then he lifted up his hands and reached to the sky
Let out a yell and no one replied.
Frustration and torment tore him inside
Then he fell to the ground and he cried and he cried.
But then education saved the day.
He learned to speak and communicate
Education saved the day.
He thanked God for the friends he made.
'Cos everybody needs an education
Everybody needs an education.
Black skin, red skin, yellow or white,
Everybody needs to read and write
Everybody needs an education.

Thank the day when that primitive man
Learned to talk with his brothers
And live off the land.
He left his cave and he moved far away
And he lived with his friends in a house that they'd made
He learned to think and to work with his brain
And he astounded his friends with all the knowledge he gained

He wrote it down on a rock that he found
And he showed all his friends and they passed it around
And then education came that day.
The day it came was a sacred day.
Education came that day
He thanked God for the friends he'd made.

Well man built a boat and he learned how to sail
And he travelled far and wide
Then he looked up above saw the stars in the sky
So he learned how to fly.
Thanks to all the mathematicians
And the inventors with their high I.Q.s
And the professors in their colleges
Trying to feed me knowledge
That I know I'll never use.
Thank you sir for the millions of words
That you've handed me down and you've told me to learn

But I've got words in my ears and my eyes
I've got so many facts that I must memorize
Because education's doing me in
I want to stop but my head's in a swim
Education drives me insane
I can't recall all the facts on my brain.
Education came that day
The day it came was a sacred day
Education saved the day
He thanked God for all the friends he made.

Teacher, teach me how to read and write,
You can teach me about biology,
But you can't tell me what I am living for
'Cos that's still a mystery.
Teacher, teach me about nuclear physics
And teach me about the structure of man,
But all your endless calculations
Can't tell me why I am.
No you can't tell me why I am,
No you can't tell me why I am.

Everybody needs education,
Open Universities, education.
Every race every creed, education.
And every little half-breed, education.
Every nationality, education.
All the little people need education.
Eskimos and pygmies need
And even aborigines, education.

Well physics and geography, education.
Philosophy and history, education.
Science and biology, education,
Geometry and poetry, education.
Well, education, education, education, education

Peace.

Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty - but very unusually for me I prefer a cover of it - by the Foo Fighters of all people. Try it, you might like it

Winding your way down on Baker Street,
Light in your head and dead on your feet.
Well, another crazy day, you’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything.

This city desert makes you feel so cold,
It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul,
And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.

You used to think that it was so easy, you used to say that it was so easy,
But you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now.
Another year and then you’d be happy, just one more year and then you’d be happy,
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now.

Way down the street there’s a light in his place,
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face,
And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything.

He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land,
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands,
And then he’ll settle down, in some quiet little town
And forget about everything.

But you know he’ll always keep movin’, you know he’s never gonna stop movin’,
’Cause he’s rollin’, he’s the rollin’ stone.
And when you wake up it’s a new morning, the sun is shining, it’s a new morning,
And you’re going, you’re going home.

John Farnham - You're The Voice

We have the chance to turn the pages over
We can write what we want to write
We gotta make ends meet, before we get much older
We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?

You're the voice, try and understand it
Make a noise and make it clear
Oh-wo-wo-wo, oh-wo-wo-wo
We're not gonna sit in silence
We're not gonna live with fear
Oh-wo-wo-wo, oh-wo-wo-wo

This time, we know we all can stand together
With the power to be powerful
Believing we can make it better
We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?

Hmm... For the Femme persuasion of SYM.

No Doubt - Just a Girl

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand

'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh... I've had it up to here!

The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear

'Cause I'm just a girl,
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night
I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes
I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
Oh... I've had it up to here!
Oh... am I making myself clear?

I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!

I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison

Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to!
Oh... I've had it up to here.

Aaahh....the sheer haunting lead voice of this band makes it great

Under the Milky Way by The Church

Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty,
Sound of their breath fades with the light.
I think about the loveless fascination,
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Lower the curtain down in Memphis,
Lower the curtain down all right.
I got no time for private consultation,
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might have known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might have known what you would find.

And it's something quite peculiar,
Something that's shimmering and white.
Leads you here despite your destination,
Under the Milky Way tonight

Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might have known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might have known what you would find.
Under the Milky Way tonight.

Still Time
Sung by: Tokuyama Hidenori
Lyrics/Composition: Kurosawa Ken'ichi
Arrangement: Tooyama Yuu

(Translated from Japanese)

Picking up the past
that somebody dropped,
I frantically extended my hand,
flinging the answer.

There is no satisfaction
in anything that you can get
Fly away from
the void in your entangled heart

That's it Make a Treasure
I hear your voice in rusted time
I want to hand it to you now
because I believe
that you are waiting for me inside the light

The future is worn off
from spending it all
Even dreams, chosen hesitantly,
start creaking

You don't try to escape
from the gloomy passing of the days
You'll have to excuse me for
waiting by the side of a person like you

That's why... Make a Treasure
...I'm searching for myself in the rusted mirror.
I want to grab with my own hands now
because I believe
that you are waiting for me wherever I may be.

There is no satisfaction
in anything that you can get
Fly away from
the void in your entangled heart

That's it Make a Treasure
I hear your voice in rusted time
I want to hand it to you
because I believe
that you are waiting for me inside the light.

That's why... Make a Treasure
...I'm searching for myself in the rusted mirror.
I want to grab with my own hands now
because I believe
that you are waiting for me wherever I may be.