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In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 11:54:20 GMT
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones, Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones...Now, hear the word of the Lord!

Your toe bone connected to your foot bone, Your foot bone connected to your ankle bone
Your ankle bone connected to your leg bone, Your leg bone connected to your knee bone
Your knee bone connected to your thigh bone, Your thigh bone connected to your hip bone
Your hip bone connected to your back bone, Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone
Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone, Your neck bone connected to your head bone...
I hear the word of the Lord.

(Traditional)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 12:28:23 GMT
Babyshambler says:
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said

He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy

Warren Zevon

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 12:29:30 GMT
:oO ...!!!

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 14:07:49 GMT
At the turn of the century I did many things to protect myself
I did many things to protect myself
I made myself a needle-boy
And I hid him in the closet
And I made myself a money-man
And I hid him underneath the mattress
I made myself a spider-child
And I put him in a matchbox
And I forged myself a golden statuette
And I wrapped him in a hello magazine
And I hid I'm in a wall safe
And finally I made myself a spade-girl
And I put her in a garden she'd
All to protect myself, you see
From the demon that was coming from the East
Or from the west
Then I sat on the rooftop and I waited
And when at last the demon came
From the East or from the West
And awoke me from my sleep
And awoke me to a particular point of view
And the needle-boy stuck him in the eye
And the money-man chocked him with coins
The spider-child bit him on the ankle
And the statuette crashed crashed down upon his head
And the spade-girl buried him underneath the house
And I danced on the rooftops
And I danced on the rooftops
And I danced to the western world
And I danced to the western world
(cave)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 17:05:17 GMT
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Posted on 8 Feb 2014 17:19:07 GMT
T. Franklin says:
Who put fifty tons of s h i t on the Foreign Office roof?
Who suffers from nine known diseases?
Who gets up in the morning when the sun comes up
And makes their beds, paper clips, bus tickets
All around their heads?
Who congregate around Trafalgar Square
Taking pot shots at the tourists?
Oh you've got to watch out
When you wander round the square in the morning
Cos they're everywhere, they're everywhere

(Genesis)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 17:37:42 GMT
Shaft!...Who's the black private d**k, That's a sex machine to all the chicks? (Shaft!)...You're damn right!
Who is the man, That would risk his neck for his brother man? (Shaft!)...Can ya dig it?
Who's the cat that won't cop out, When there's danger all about? (Shaft!)...Right on!
You see this cat Shaft is a bad mother (Shut your mouth), But I'm talkin' about Shaft!...(Then we can dig it)
He's a complicated man, But no one understands him but his woman...(John Shaft!)

(Isaac Hayes)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 17:59:26 GMT
Walking down the road
With your pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad

Walking down the road
With your ratchet in your waist
Johnny you're too bad

You're just robbing and you're stabbing and you're looting and you're shooting
Now you're too bad
You're just robbing and you're stabbing and you're looting and you're shooting
Now you're too bad
(jimmy cliff)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 18:04:45 GMT
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well? But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell

Go go, Go Johnny go, Go, Go Johnny go, Go, Go Johnny go, Go, Go Johnny go, Go, Johnny B. Goode!

(Chuck Berry)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 18:10:25 GMT
What's he like
Mavis?
He's a real
tasty geezer.

He's grown his hair a bit
but it's smooth, not too long
an' he wears a baseball shirt
with a number seventeen on

He looks great in his big white
basketball boots.
He's stupid over football
An' he looks me in the eye
when he shoots.

Reggae
Reggae
Reggae

Here comes Johnny Reggae
(oh dear)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 18:17:37 GMT
Last edited by the author on 8 Feb 2014 18:18:03 GMT
Nobody knows the trouble you feel? Nobody cares the feelin' is real?
Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home? We worry, won't you come on...
What is wrong in my life? That I must get drunk every night? Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on...

Use the phone, call your mom, She's missing you badly, missing her son
Who do you know? where will you stay? Big city life is not what they say
Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home? We worry, won't you come on?

What is wrong in my life? That I must get drunk every night? Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on...
You'd better go, everything's closed, Can't find a room, money's all blown
Nowhere to sleep, out in the cold, Nothing to eat, nowhere to go

Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home? We worry, won't you come on...
What is wrong in my life? That I must get drunk every night? Johnny, we're sorry, won't you come on home
We worry, won't you come on home...?

(Fine Young Cannibals)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 18:17:43 GMT
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In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 18:18:59 GMT
! ! ! BOO ! ! ! ;o>

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 19:11:45 GMT
You no hear about Julius Caesar
You know di man from Rome
He was a man from Rome
Then them a hear about the man called John the Baptist
The man called John the Baptist
The man who baptized Jesus Christ
The man who baptized Jesus Christ
You no hear about Julius Caesar
(pfi)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 19:16:58 GMT
Babyshambler says:
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

(Bob Dylan)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 21:49:08 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
When my head's cut off and I'm lying on the plate
I'm going to grin and tell myself it's been a lovely wait

(John And Beverly Martyn)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2014 22:38:19 GMT
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one
I reckon if I touch it might just burn
flesh-heads like me just wax and melt
when my tongue touches titty's tongue in turn
sometimes pleasure heads must burn
(the birthday party)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Feb 2014 02:34:03 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
John the Baptist's head were cut off
Put it away into a saucer
Still disciples have oh Lord believe me
Yes they stoneth him to death
No one remember old Marcus Garvey

(Burning Spear)

Posted on 9 Feb 2014 09:21:48 GMT
T. Franklin says:
Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
They'll stone you when you are walking home.
They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

(Bob)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Feb 2014 09:32:07 GMT
How's that? How's that?
How's that? How's that?
How's that? How's that?
Hit by a rock
Spoiling my breakfast
Hit by a rock
Blood and brains on my marmalede
Anti-hero Anti-hero
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
I see your face right in my marmalede
Feel like throwing up but I can't say
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Makes my meal OK
Makes me feel someday
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Who did it?
Who did it?
Whose is it?
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Makes me think you don't like my records..
(throbbing gristle)

Posted on 9 Feb 2014 09:38:03 GMT
T. Franklin says:
Rise And Shine
("Oh..uh..me flakes... scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages,tomatoes, toast, coffee marmalade..I like marmalade... pourridge..any cereal, I like all cereals...oh god...")
Sunny Side Up
("Breakfast in Los Angeles, macrobiotic stuff...")
Morning Glory

Driving to the gig. All that electrical suff I cant be bothered with that its so fiddley. Oh god.....

(Pink Floyd)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Feb 2014 09:43:52 GMT
You've been crying, your face is a mess
Come in baby, you can dry the tears on my dress
She's hurt you again, I can tell
Oh, I know that look so well

Don't be shy, we've been here before
Pull your shoes, lie down and I will lock the door
And no one has to know, I've come here again
Knowing it'll be like it's always been before

Breakfast in bed, kisses for me
You don't have to say, you love me
Breakfast in bed, love can make you sin
(sheila hylton)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Feb 2014 16:50:29 GMT
Last edited by the author on 9 Feb 2014 16:53:34 GMT
S..S..Single bed,S..Single bed
Ain't no room for your sweet head
Ain't it a shame you missed the last train
And all I've got is a single bed (Fox)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Feb 2014 17:23:11 GMT
She went away and left me
Oh, she never said a word
And even if she would have told me
I probably never would have heard
Well she once said no other woman, honey
Could lay up in her bed
Now there's cum stains on the pillow
Where she once laid her head
(david allen coe)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Feb 2014 17:55:20 GMT
Last edited by the author on 9 Feb 2014 17:55:54 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
Do you remember Rick Astley?
He had a big fat hit that was ghastly.
He said Im never gonna give you up or let you down.
Well Im here to tell ya that dick's a clown

(Nick Lowe - never a truer word)
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