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It's a Pink Floyd song from the album "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn".

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It's a Pink Floyd song from the album "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn".

Thanks...

I like these lyrics...

"11 O'Clock Tick Tock"

It's cold outside, it gets so hot in here

The boys and girls collide to the music in my ear

I hear the children crying and I know it's time to go

I hear the children crying, take me home

A painted face and I know we haven't long

We thought that we had the answers, it was the questions we had wrong

I hear the children crying and I know it's time to go

I hear the children crying, take me home

Sad song sad song

Bono (U2)

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Turning the clock back - easy for me - one of a small handful who can truly be called a pioneer of rock and roll, Mr. Chuck Berry. He dashed off lyrics with aplomb. Here is Brown-Eyed Handsome Man:

Arrested on charges of unemployment

He was sittin’ in the witness stand

The judge's wife called up the district attorney

To say "Free that brown eyed man.

If you want your job you'd better free that brown eyed man.”

Flying across the desert in the TWA

I saw a woman walking across the sand

She been walking 30 miles en route to Bombay

To meet a Brown eyed handsome man

Her destination was a Brown eyed handsome man.

Way back in history 3000 years

Back ever since the world began

There's been a whole lotta’ good women shed a tear

For a brown eyed handsome man

A lot of trouble for a brown eyed handsome man.

Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind

Between a doctor and a lawyer man

The mother told the daughter "Go out and find

Yourself a brown eyed handsome man.

That's what your daddy was, a brown eyed handsome man.”

Milo of Venus was a beautiful lass

She had the world in the palm of her hand

But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match

To get a brown eyed handsome man

She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man.

Two, three, the count with nobody on

He hit a high fly into the stand

Round the third he was headed for home

He was a brown eyed handsome man.

That won the game he was a brown eyed handsome man

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A very intimate song. Remember my old school days...

For Absent Friends

Sunday at six when they close both the gates

A widowed pair, still sitting there

Wonder if they're late for church

And it's cold so they fasten their coats

And cross the grass, they're always last

Passing by the padlocked swings

The roundabout still turning

Ahead they see a small girl

On her way home with a pram

Inside the archway

The priest greets them with a courteous nod

He's close to God

Looking back at days of four instead of two

Years seem so few

Heads bent in prayer

For friends not there

Leaving twopence on the plate

They hurry down the path and through the gate

And wait to board the bus

That ambles down the street

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Nice ones Persevere and Guy...

I can't tire of this song and its lyrics, such good storytelling, I'm always amazed at it's simplicity...

ARTIST: The Mamas and the Papas

TITLE: California Dreaming

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

I've been for a walk

On a winter's day

I'd be safe and warm

If I was in L.A.

California dreaming

On such a winter's day

Stopped into a church

I passed along the way

Well, I got down on my knees

And I pretend to pray

You know the preacher likes the cold

He knows I'm gonna stay

California dreaming

On such a winter's day

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

I've been for a walk

On a winter's day

If I didn't tell her

I could leave today

California dreaming

On such a winter's day - California dreaming

On such a winter's day - California dreaming

On such a winter's day

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Walking in Memphis by Marc Cohn.... Moving in a nice yummy way, really difficult, but magic, to sing to - let it rip :P

Put on my blue suede shoes

And I boarded the plane

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

W.C. Handy -- won't you look down over me

Yeah I got a first class ticket

But I'm as blue as a boy can be

Then I'm walking in Memphis

Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis

But do I really feel the way I feel

Saw the ghost of Elvis

On Union Avenue

Followed him up to the gates of Graceland

Then I watched him walk right through

Now security they did not see him

They just hovered 'round his tomb

But there's a pretty little thing

Waiting for the King

Down in the Jungle Room

(Chorus)

They've got catfish on the table

They've got gospel in the air

And Reverend Green be glad to see you

When you haven't got a prayer

But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano

Every Friday at the Hollywood

And they brought me down to see her

And they asked me if I would --

Do a little number

And I sang with all my might

And she said --

"Tell me are you a Christian child?"

And I said "Ma'am I am tonight"

(Chorus)

Put on my blue suede shoes

And I boarded the plane

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

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I'm on roll, real words from Pulp, Common People.......

EDIT: Listen to William Shatners version, it's faf :lol:

She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,

she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,

that's where I,

caught her eye.

She told me that her Dad was loaded,

I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."

She said "Fine."

and in thirty seconds time she said,

"I want to live like common people,

I want to do whatever common people do,

I want to sleep with common people,

I want to sleep with common people,

like you."

Well what else could I do -

I said "I'll see what I can do."

I took her to a supermarket,

I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,

so it started there.

I said pretend you've got no money,

she just laughed and said,

"Oh you're so funny."

I said "yeah?

Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.

Are you sure you want to live like common people,

you want to see whatever common people see,

you want to sleep with common people,

you want to sleep with common people,

like me."

But she didn't understand,

she just smiled and held my hand.

Rent a flat above a shop,

cut your hair and get a job.

Smoke some fags and play some pool,

pretend you never went to school.

But still you'll never get it right,

cos when you're laid in bed at night,

watching roaches climb the wall,

if you call your Dad he could stop it all.

You'll never live like common people,

you'll never do what common people do,

you'll never fail like common people,

you'll never watch your life slide out of view,

and dance and drink and screw,

because there's nothing else to do.

Sing along with the common people,

sing along and it might just get you through,

laugh along with the common people,

laugh along even though they're laughing at you,

and the stupid things that you do.

Because you think that poor is cool.

I want to live with common people,

I want to live with common people etc.

Edited by medilloni

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Nice ones Persevere and Guy...

I can't tire of this song and its lyrics, such good storytelling, I'm always amazed at it's simplicity...

ARTIST: The Mamas and the Papas

TITLE: California Dreaming

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

I've been for a walk

On a winter's day

I'd be safe and warm

If I was in L.A.

California dreaming

On such a winter's day

Stopped into a church

I passed along the way

Well, I got down on my knees

And I pretend to pray

You know the preacher likes the cold

He knows I'm gonna stay

California dreaming

On such a winter's day

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

I've been for a walk

On a winter's day

If I didn't tell her

I could leave today

California dreaming

On such a winter's day - California dreaming

On such a winter's day - California dreaming

On such a winter's day

A memorable song, and one that has held up wonderfully well after so many years.

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Walking in Memphis by Marc Cohn.... Moving in a nice yummy way, really difficult, but magic, to sing to - let it rip :P

Put on my blue suede shoes

And I boarded the plane

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

W.C. Handy -- won't you look down over me

Yeah I got a first class ticket

But I'm as blue as a boy can be

Then I'm walking in Memphis

Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis

But do I really feel the way I feel

Saw the ghost of Elvis

On Union Avenue

Followed him up to the gates of Graceland

Then I watched him walk right through

Now security they did not see him

They just hovered 'round his tomb

But there's a pretty little thing

Waiting for the King

Down in the Jungle Room

(Chorus)

They've got catfish on the table

They've got gospel in the air

And Reverend Green be glad to see you

When you haven't got a prayer

But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano

Every Friday at the Hollywood

And they brought me down to see her

And they asked me if I would --

Do a little number

And I sang with all my might

And she said --

"Tell me are you a Christian child?"

And I said "Ma'am I am tonight"

(Chorus)

Put on my blue suede shoes

And I boarded the plane

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues

In the middle of the pouring rain

Yes, I've heard this a number of times. Songs about other songs/singers/musicians from an earlier time often tend to be mawkish. This one works very well.

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Nice ones Persevere and Guy...

I can't tire of this song and its lyrics, such good storytelling, I'm always amazed at it's simplicity...

ARTIST: The Mamas and the Papas

TITLE: California Dreaming

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

I've been for a walk

On a winter's day

I'd be safe and warm

If I was in L.A.

California dreaming

On such a winter's day

Stopped into a church

I passed along the way

Well, I got down on my knees

And I pretend to pray

You know the preacher likes the cold

He knows I'm gonna stay

California dreaming

On such a winter's day

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

I've been for a walk

On a winter's day

If I didn't tell her

I could leave today

California dreaming

On such a winter's day - California dreaming

On such a winter's day - California dreaming

On such a winter's day

Nice Song! I use to listen it in my car with the family! It belongs to those timeless songs, like Baby I love your way and many of Creedence C.R. I even have a Karaoke "original footage" version.

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You ask me to come back and then

Don't hold back and don't pretend

Gimme, gimme, gimme pain

Do it once and do it again.

Put my feet on solid ground.

Steve Hackett - Solid Ground.

Its only a part of the song but its a great song nonetheless.

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You ask me to come back and then

Don't hold back and don't pretend

Gimme, gimme, gimme pain

Do it once and do it again.

Put my feet on solid ground.

Steve Hackett - Solid Ground.

Its only a part of the song but its a great song nonetheless.

Are you sure you are female? I do wonder sometimes. You have no right to like motorbikes, JD and Hackett.

I love this song. The mention of a desert and a football pitch in Newcastle being contrasted is just one of the lyrical highlights; Mad Man Moon, by Genesis (with Steve Hackett, of course). Written by Tony Banks.

Was it summer when the river ran dry

Or was it just another dam

When the evil of a snowflake in June

Could still be a source of relief

Oh, how I love you, I once cried long ago

But I was the one who decided to go

To search beyond the final crest

Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high

So I pretended to have wings for my arms

And took off in the air

I flew to places which the clouds never see

Too close to the deserts of sand

Where a thousand mirages, the shepherds of lies

Forced me to land and take a disguise

I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back

If I could find a horse not made of sand

If this desert's all there'll ever be

Then tell me what becomes of me, a fall of rain?

That must have been another of your dreams

A dream of mad man moon

Hey, man, I'm the sandman

And boy have I news for you

They're gonna throw you in gaol

And you know they can't fail

'Cause sand is thicker than blood

But a prison in sand is a haven in hell

For a gaol can give you a goal

A goal can find you a role on a muddy pitch in Newcastle

Where it rains so much, you can't wait for a touch

Of sun and sand, sun and sand

Within the valley of shadowless death

They pray for thunderclouds and rain

But to the multitude who stand in the rain

Heaven is where the sun shines

The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown

And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down

Forever caught in desert lands one has to learn

To disbelieve the sea

If this desert's all there'll ever be

Then tell me what becomes of me, a fall of rain?

That must have been another of your dreams

A dream of mad man moon

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Are you sure you are female? I do wonder sometimes. You have no right to like motorbikes, JD and Hackett.

Last time I looked yeah. All woman.

I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult either. Most girls will say they've not heard of Steve Hackett. I'm not most girls. I'll leave it at that.

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No, I won't. I'd really love to let fly but here isn't the place. I will say that I'm surprised. Music needs no gender. And to be quite honest I've probably took it way out of context but so what if I'm female? I've done and seen a lot more than others dare to dream.

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I've seen old men crying at their own grave sides

And I've seen pigs all sitting watching picture slides

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I've seen old men crying at their own grave sides

And I've seen pigs all sitting watching picture slides

Calm fitter, healthier and more productive, a pig in a cage on antibiotics.

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Are you sure you are female? I do wonder sometimes. You have no right to like motorbikes, JD and Hackett.

I love this song. The mention of a desert and a football pitch in Newcastle being contrasted is just one of the lyrical highlights; Mad Man Moon, by Genesis (with Steve Hackett, of course). Written by Tony Banks.

Was it summer when the river ran dry

Or was it just another dam

When the evil of a snowflake in June

Could still be a source of relief

Oh, how I love you, I once cried long ago

But I was the one who decided to go

To search beyond the final crest

Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high

So I pretended to have wings for my arms

And took off in the air

I flew to places which the clouds never see

Too close to the deserts of sand

Where a thousand mirages, the shepherds of lies

Forced me to land and take a disguise

I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back

If I could find a horse not made of sand

If this desert's all there'll ever be

Then tell me what becomes of me, a fall of rain?

That must have been another of your dreams

A dream of mad man moon

Hey, man, I'm the sandman

And boy have I news for you

They're gonna throw you in gaol

And you know they can't fail

'Cause sand is thicker than blood

But a prison in sand is a haven in hell

For a gaol can give you a goal

A goal can find you a role on a muddy pitch in Newcastle

Where it rains so much, you can't wait for a touch

Of sun and sand, sun and sand

Within the valley of shadowless death

They pray for thunderclouds and rain

But to the multitude who stand in the rain

Heaven is where the sun shines

The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown

And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down

Forever caught in desert lands one has to learn

To disbelieve the sea

If this desert's all there'll ever be

Then tell me what becomes of me, a fall of rain?

That must have been another of your dreams

A dream of mad man moon

I also love "Ripples" and "sail away, away..... the ripples never come back...."

What a song! Of the arguably the last Genesis Album... and then there a band of 3 commanded by the bald midget!tongue.gif

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Not particualry great but I always like it:

Wondeful Tonight

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.

She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.

And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"

And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

We go to a party and everyone turns to see

This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.

And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"

And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."

I feel wonderful because I see

The love light in your eyes.

And the wonder of it all

Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,

So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.

And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,

I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.

Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."

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Proof that you can find diamonds in the rough. "The day before you came" by ABBA, nonetheless.

Must have left my house at eight, because I always do

My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due

I must have read the morning paper going into town

And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned

I must have made my desk around quarter after nine

With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed

I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so

The usual place, the usual bunch

And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained

the day before you came.

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two

and at the time I never even noticed I was blue.

I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day

without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away.

At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule.

A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school.

The train back home again

Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then.

Oh, yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame

the day before you came.

Must have opened my door at eight o'clock or so

and stopped along the way to buy some chinese food to go.

I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV.

There's not, I think, a single episode of "Dallas" that I didn't see.

I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten.

I need a lot of sleep and so I like to be in bed by then.

I must have read a while

The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style.

It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim

the day before you came.

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No, I won't. I'd really love to let fly but here isn't the place. I will say that I'm surprised. Music needs no gender. And to be quite honest I've probably took it way out of context but so what if I'm female? I've done and seen a lot more than others dare to dream.

Don't be a twat. You know it's unusual for a girl to like the things you do and you know it makes you special as a result. I'm insulted you're insulted. Shut your Scouse gob or I'll kick it with my c#ckney boot.

I've seen old men crying at their own grave sides

And I've seen pigs all sitting watching picture slides

I bet you don't really seen them things, do ya?

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I can feel the earth begin to move

I hear my needle hit the groove

And spiral through another day

I hear my song begin to say

Kiss me where the sun don’t shine

The past was yours

But the future’s mine

You’re all out of time

I don’t feel too steady on my feet

I feel hollow i feel weak

Passion fruit and holy bread

Fill my guts and ease my head

Through the early morning sun

I can see her here she comes

She bangs the drums

Have you seen her have you heard

The way she plays there are no words

To describe the way i feel

How could it ever come to pass

She’ll be the first she’ll be the last

To describe the way i feel

The way i feel

Have you seen her have you heard

The way she plays there are no words

To describe the way i feel

How could it ever come to pass

She’ll be the first she’ll be the last

To describe the way i feel

The way i feel

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Don't be a twat. You know it's unusual for a girl to like the things you do and you know it makes you special as a result. I'm insulted you're insulted. Shut your Scouse gob or I'll kick it with my c#ckney boot.

I bet you don't really seen them things, do ya?

Scouse gob shut, steph has been told.

Sorry.

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Mondays is for drinkin to the sound of sinkin

I've been workin on a concept

Called Grounds to Divorce

Wo-ah

Polishin a compass that I hold in my sleep.

Wo-ah

Down comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse

Wo-ah

There's a chinese cigarette case

And the rest you can keep

And the rest you can keep

There's a hole in my neighbourhood

Down which of late

I cannot help but fall

There's a hole in my neighbourhood

Down which of late

I cannot help but fall

Elbow - Grounds for Divorce.

Like a shooting star

Across the midnight sky

Gonna fly

Just to be with you tonight.

Flip n Fill - Shooting Star

Shorty get down good lord

Maybe got em open all over town

Strictly biz she don't play around

Cover much ground

Got game by the pound

Gettin paid is a forte

Each and every day

True playette way

Can't get her outta my mind

Think about the girl all the time

East side to the west side

Its a phat rise

Ain't no surprise

Oh she got tricks in the stash

Stackin up the cash

Fast when it comes to the gas

By no means average

Its almost she gotta have it

Baby yo a perfect ten

I wanna fit it in

Let me get down so I begin

I like the way you work it

No diggity

I got to bag it up..

No Diggity - Blackstreet. A sure fire turn on. Lights low, hips swaying, close to your man/girl. Very sexy beat.

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This girl is easy meat

I seen her on the street

See-thru blouse an' a tiny little dress

Her manner indiscreet...

I knew she was

Easy, easy, easy meat

Easy, easy, easy meat

Easy, easy, easy, easy

Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat

She wanna take me home

Make me sweat and moan

Rub my head and beat me off

With a copy of Rollin'Stone

Easy, easy, easy meat

Easy, easy, easy meat

Easy, easy, easy, easy

Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat

I told her I was late

I had another date

I can't get off on the Rollin'Stone,

But the robots think it's great...

I knew she was

Easy, easy, easy meat

Easy, easy, easy meat

Easy, easy,

Easy, easy

Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat

Easy

Aw the girl's so easy!

Easy

Saw her tiny titties

Through her see-thru blouse

I just had to take the girl to my house

Easy

Meat

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