The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown.
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late, " but he didn't seem to hear.
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts.
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown.
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late, " but he didn't seem to hear.
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts.
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
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In memory of ChiefScott
- richblueyes
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Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
They can still see his headless body
Stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent
For the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombasa
In a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun
He didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body
From there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Talkin' about the man
Blood drawn!
ZeVon!
Norway's bravest son
They can still see his headless body
Stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent
For the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombasa
In a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun
He didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body
From there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Talkin' about the man
Blood drawn!
ZeVon!
Inspiration move me brightly / Light my heart with sense and color /
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
^very nice rich^
1929 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.
1929 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
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In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
That's a big ten-four
From your back door
Just put that hammer down
This young man feels
Those eighteen wheels
That keep turning 'round to take me down to Shaky Town
From your back door
Just put that hammer down
This young man feels
Those eighteen wheels
That keep turning 'round to take me down to Shaky Town
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy
Well, I talk about it, talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it
Talk about, talk about
Talk about movin'
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Won't you take me to
Funkytown?
Won't you take me to
Funkytown?
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy
Well, I talk about it, talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it
Talk about, talk about
Talk about movin'
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Won't you take me to
Funkytown?
Won't you take me to
Funkytown?
- richblueyes
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Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
Inspiration move me brightly / Light my heart with sense and color /
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
And with dust in throat, I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will, yeah
Oh, but I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home, yeah
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
And with dust in throat, I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will, yeah
Oh, but I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home, yeah
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
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In memory of ChiefScott
- richblueyes
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Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Once the sun did shine
And Lord, it felt so fine
The moon, a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moon's a harsh mistress
It's so hard to love her well
I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
I tripped and missed my star
God, I fell, and I fell alone
The moon's a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone
The moon's a harsh mistress, yes she is
She's so hard to call your own
The moon's a harsh mistress
She's so hard to call your own
And Lord, it felt so fine
The moon, a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pines
And then the darkness fell
And the moon's a harsh mistress
It's so hard to love her well
I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face
I tripped and missed my star
God, I fell, and I fell alone
The moon's a harsh mistress
And the sky is made of stone
The moon's a harsh mistress, yes she is
She's so hard to call your own
The moon's a harsh mistress
She's so hard to call your own
Inspiration move me brightly / Light my heart with sense and color /
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
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In memory of ChiefScott
- richblueyes
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In America, where it's the land of the free
You can get what you want if you've got some do re me
Well travelling far and I work like a slave
Now I'm independent, and you know I get laid
I got me a job and I got me a place
I got a spit of black coffee, oh how good it tastes
I said a dime is all it costs in the States
For a cup of black coffee, how good it tastes
Black coffee: Alright
Black coffee: Ohh
Black coffee: It's what I want now, it's what I need
Black coffee: To suit my soul, to suit my soul now
Black coffee: It's what I want, it's what I need
Black coffee: It's where it's at, it's where it's at
Black coffee
You can get what you want if you've got some do re me
Well travelling far and I work like a slave
Now I'm independent, and you know I get laid
I got me a job and I got me a place
I got a spit of black coffee, oh how good it tastes
I said a dime is all it costs in the States
For a cup of black coffee, how good it tastes
Black coffee: Alright
Black coffee: Ohh
Black coffee: It's what I want now, it's what I need
Black coffee: To suit my soul, to suit my soul now
Black coffee: It's what I want, it's what I need
Black coffee: It's where it's at, it's where it's at
Black coffee
Inspiration move me brightly / Light my heart with sense and color /
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Old man down
Way down, down, down by the docks of the city
Blind and dirty
Asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story
My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine
More than my wine
More than my maker, though he's no friend of mine
Way down, down, down by the docks of the city
Blind and dirty
Asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story
My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine
More than my wine
More than my maker, though he's no friend of mine
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
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In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
There over east of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
There over east of Eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
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My brother Esau killed a hunter
Back in 1969
And before the killing was done,
His inheritance was mine.
But his birthright was a wand to wave
Before a weary band.
Esau gave me sleeplessness
And a piece of moral land
Back in 1969
And before the killing was done,
His inheritance was mine.
But his birthright was a wand to wave
Before a weary band.
Esau gave me sleeplessness
And a piece of moral land
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
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In memory of ChiefScott
- richblueyes
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Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
I killed a man at midnight
Now the hunter's on my trail
And if they even catch me
No one is gonna pay my bill
'Cause I killed a man at midnight
Now I gotta leave this town
Split
I killed a man at midnight
But now the hunter's on my trail
I can hear them, tired news now
They ain't gonna catch me now
I'm running wild and loose
Yeah, I'm running
Now the hunter's on my trail
And if they even catch me
No one is gonna pay my bill
'Cause I killed a man at midnight
Now I gotta leave this town
Split
I killed a man at midnight
But now the hunter's on my trail
I can hear them, tired news now
They ain't gonna catch me now
I'm running wild and loose
Yeah, I'm running
Inspiration move me brightly / Light my heart with sense and color /
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Loose Lucy is my delight, she come runnin' and we ball all night,
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Don't take much to get me on the ground.
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round,
Don't take much to get me on the ground.
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
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In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right
Move to the music, we can roll all night
Ooh slow ride... ooh slow ride, take it easy
Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine
Move to the music, we can roll all night
Ooh slow ride... ooh slow ride, take it easy
Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine
- richblueyes
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I left my family at home
To go and sing my song
I know the music pays the bills y'all
But I still feel wrong
Baby I'm doing the best that I can yes I am
And I catch myself running everytime
Really only fall behind
That's why I gotta just rewind
Take it easy
There's no need to speed
Slow it down
Take it easy
To go and sing my song
I know the music pays the bills y'all
But I still feel wrong
Baby I'm doing the best that I can yes I am
And I catch myself running everytime
Really only fall behind
That's why I gotta just rewind
Take it easy
There's no need to speed
Slow it down
Take it easy
Inspiration move me brightly / Light my heart with sense and color /
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Hold away despair / More than this I will not ask / Faced with mysteries dark and vast.............
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle halfway across Alabam'
Well, that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh and on across Caroline
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle halfway across Alabam'
Well, that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott