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In reply to an earlier post on 18 Feb 2014 00:09:27 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry

(Cave)

In reply to an earlier post on 18 Feb 2014 08:13:31 GMT
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In reply to an earlier post on 18 Feb 2014 08:18:11 GMT
not seeing your post was over the page, guess what song i posted?

Rompiendo la monotonia del tiempo
Rompiendo la monotonia del tiempou
Papa Legba,
Come and open the gate.
Papa Legba,
To the city of camps.
Now, we're your children
Come and ride your horse
In the night
In the night
Come and ride your horse
(talking heads)

In reply to an earlier post on 18 Feb 2014 18:45:58 GMT
Last edited by the author on 18 Feb 2014 18:46:14 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
Bill is Dead? ;-)

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses

(Patti Smith)

In reply to an earlier post on 18 Feb 2014 19:10:42 GMT
:)

Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun
That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue
But they told no one where they had begun-four horsemen

They were given all the foods of vanity
And all the instant promises of immortality
But they bit the dust screamin' insanity!-four horsemen

One was over the edge, one was over the cliff
One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff
When they picked up the hiker he didn't want the lift
From the horsemen
(clash)

In reply to an earlier post on 18 Feb 2014 21:52:42 GMT
Last edited by the author on 18 Feb 2014 21:52:54 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and hell followed with him

(Cash, but he may have borrowed it)

In reply to an earlier post on 18 Feb 2014 22:45:55 GMT
Eurydice appeared brindled in blood
And she said to Orpheus
If you play that ****ing thing down here
I'll stick it up your orifice!
O Mamma O Mamma
(cave)

In reply to an earlier post on 18 Feb 2014 22:57:49 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
And when it seemed for certain,
That the screams could get no higher.
I heard a voice above the rest,
Screaming you're a liar.

(Lindisfarne)

In reply to an earlier post on 19 Feb 2014 11:37:22 GMT
deny
you're such a liar
you won't know the truth if it hits you in the eye
deny
you're such a liar
you're selling your no-no all the time
(clash)

Posted on 19 Feb 2014 13:35:30 GMT
T. Franklin says:
I have sinned dear Father Father I have sinned
Try and help me Father
Won't you let me in? Liar
Nobody believes me Liar
Why don't they leave me alone?
Sire I have stolen stolen many times
Raised my voice in anger
When I know I never should
Liar oh ev'rybody deceives me
Liar why don't you leave me alone

(Queen)

In reply to an earlier post on 19 Feb 2014 13:46:06 GMT
Look out liars and you highlife scum
who gotta keep your victims poor and dumb--
Your motives and your methods are not disguised
by your silk, soap, sex, or your smiling lies.

Look out here
you pompous jerk
Look out here
I go berserk

Well I guess you put me in my place
but I won't forget your stupid face
(richard hell)

In reply to an earlier post on 19 Feb 2014 14:28:42 GMT
Babyshambler says:
Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes
The guy you were lovin' couldn't stay clean
It felt outa place, my foot in his face
But he should-a stayed where his money was green

(Bob Dylan)

In reply to an earlier post on 19 Feb 2014 19:32:07 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
Every night before I rest my head
See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed.
I know they're stolen, but I don't feel bad.
I take that money, buy you things you never had.

(Patti Smith)

In reply to an earlier post on 19 Feb 2014 23:25:33 GMT
I see Johnny with his head hanging down
Wondering how many schillings left in that pound
Cost of living it is rising so high
Dollar see that have heart attack and die

Bills and budgets are waiting
Finance ministers anticipating
Unemployment is rising
And I hear my people, they're crying

The day the dollar die
Things are gonna be better
The day the dollar die
No more corruption
The day the dollar die
People will respect eachother
The day the dollar die
(peter tosh)

In reply to an earlier post on 20 Feb 2014 08:03:09 GMT
Show me a man who says he can live without bread? And I'll show you a man who's a liar and in debt
There's no one alive who can't be purchased or enticed, There's no man alive who wouldn't sell for a price
Money talks and we're the living proof, There ain't no limit to what money can do...
Money talks, money talks

Money can't breathe and money can't see? But when I pull out a fiver people listen to me
Money can't run and money can't walk, But when I write out a cheque I swear to God I hear money talk!
Money talks and, baby, when you've been bought? You pay attention everytime money talks...
Money talks, money talks

Money talks and there's no doubt about it, Money talks and we can't live without it
What's the point of living unless you've got money? I just couldn't function without money
Money talks, money talks...Money talks, money talks.

Show me an upright respected man, And I'll have him licking my boots when I put money in his hand
It rots your heart, it gets to your soul, Before you know where you are you're a slave to the green gold
Money talks and we're the living proof, There ain't no limit to what money can do...
Money talks you out of your self-respect, The more you crave it the cheaper you get...
Money talks, money talks

Money buys you time and people listen, Money can buy a smile and make life worth living
If you're ugly money can improve you, I just couldn't face the world without mazuma...
Money talks, money talks

(The Kinks)

Posted on 20 Feb 2014 08:24:17 GMT
T. Franklin says:
We worked through Spring and Winter, through Summer and through Fall
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the steadiest of us all
It worked on nights and Sundays, it worked each holiday
Settled down among us and it never went away

The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you only look and see I know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He buys on his credit until Fall
Then they take him by the hand
And they lead him from his land
And the merchant is the man who gets it all

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He lives on his credit until Fall
With the interest rates so high
It's a wonder he don't die
But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all

Well, the banker says he's broke and the merchant stops and smoke
But they forget that it's the farmer that feeds them all
It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest
And they'd know that it's the farmer that feeds them all

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until Fall
Well, his pants are wearing thin
His condition, it's a sin
'Cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all

(trad. arr Ry Cooder)

In reply to an earlier post on 20 Feb 2014 11:59:55 GMT
Me and the farmer get on fine
Through stormy weather and bottles of wine
If I pull my weight he'll treat me well
But if I'm late he'll give me hell
And thought it's all hard work no play
Farmer is a happy crook
Jesus hates him everyday
'cause jesus gave and farmer took
(housemartins)

Posted on 20 Feb 2014 13:35:46 GMT
Last edited by the author on 20 Feb 2014 13:38:37 GMT
T. Franklin says:
~Motorpsycho Nightmare~

I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty tired
I had come a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in there
Is there anybody home ?
I was standin' on the steps
Feelin' must alone
Well, out comes a farmer
He must have thought that I was nuts
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts

I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying, "I dig farmers
Don't shoot me please"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
"You're that travelin' salesman
That I have heard about" I said, "No ! No ! No !
I'm a doctor and it's true
I'm a clean-cut kid
And I been to college too".

Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had
He said, "What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell ?"
I said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well".

Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
He said "I guess, you're tired"
He said, kinda sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove
Just one condition
You got to sleep right now
That you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow".

I was sleepin' like a rat
When I heard something jerkin'
There stood Rita
Lookin' just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to take a shower ?
I'll show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no, no
I've been through this movie before
I knew I had to split
But I didn't know how
When she said,
"Would you like to take that shower now ?"

Well, I couldn't leave
Unless the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already promised
That I'd milk his cows
I had to say something
To strike him very weird
So I yelled out
"I like Fidel Castro and his beard"
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I heard you say ?"

I said, "I like Fidel Castro I think you heard me right"
And I ducked as he swung
At me with all his might
Rita mumbled something
'Bout her mother on the hill
As his fist hit the icebox
He said he's going to kill me
If I don't get out of the door
In two seconds flat
"You unpatriotic
Rotten doctor Commie rat".

Well, he threw a Reader's Digest
At my head and I did run
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And chrashed through the window
At a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers
Rita said, "Come back"
As he started to load
The sun was comin' up
And I was runnin' down the road.

Well, I don't figure I'll be back
There for a spell
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel
He still waits for me
Constant on the sky
He wants to turn me in
To the FBI
Me, I romp and stomping
Thankful as a romp
Without freedom of speech
I might be in the swamp.

(Dylan)

In reply to an earlier post on 20 Feb 2014 14:27:35 GMT
Now lemme tell you a story
The devil he has a plan
A bag a' bones in his pocket
Got anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whole thing is over
All these beauties in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up

Hi hi hi hi hi,
One time too many
Too far to go
I- We come to take you home
(talking heads)

In reply to an earlier post on 20 Feb 2014 14:34:21 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
Don't you know there ain't no devil?
that's just god when he's drunk

(Waits - must get it on the i-pod)

In reply to an earlier post on 20 Feb 2014 14:39:21 GMT
Papa Satan sang Louie
Louie Louie
Papa Satan sang Louie
Louie Louie
I used to be a human
But I don't know why

Well, I fell in love
With a dead pig's eye
Lord up above
Oowee Louie pie

Mama Satan sat down on it
In a skin tight skirt
Squirmin' `round doggone
It's wild the way she works

Papa Satan sang Louie
Louie Louie
Papa Satan sang Louie
Louie Louie
I used to be a human
But I don't know why
(cramps)

In reply to an earlier post on 21 Feb 2014 00:18:01 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
Oh my, oh my
What a wretched life
I was born on the day
That my poor mother died

I was cut from her belly
With a Stanley knife
My daddy did a jig
With the drunk midwife

Who's that yonder all in flames
Draggin' behind him a sack of chains
Who's that yonder all in flames
Up jumped the devil and he staked his claim

(Auld Nick)

In reply to an earlier post on 21 Feb 2014 07:36:07 GMT
Now brave boys, we're on the march
off to Portugal and Spain
Drums are beating, banners flying
the Devil at home will come tonight
so it's go, fare thee well
with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
me rikes fall too ra laddie-o
there's whisky in the jar
Oh, whisky you're the devil
you're leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
you're sweetness from the Bleachner
and spunkier than tea
oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
(pogues)

Posted on 21 Feb 2014 08:25:19 GMT
T. Franklin says:
I've been a moonshiner,
For seventeen long years,
I've spent all my money,
On whiskey and beer,
I go to some hollow,
And sit at my still
And if whiskey don't kill me,
Then I don't know what will,

I go to some bar room,
And drink with my friends,
Where the women can't follow,
And see what I spend,
God bless them pretty women,
I wish they was mine,
Their breath is as sweet as,
The dew on the vine,

Let me eat when I am hungry,
Let me drink when I am dry,
A dollar when I am hard up,
Religion when I die,
The whole world's a bottle,
And life's but a dram,
When the bottle gets empty,
It sure ain't worth a damn.

(trad. filtered through Bob)

In reply to an earlier post on 21 Feb 2014 12:26:52 GMT
Johnny Bee says:
Oh, tell all your children that Hell ain't no dream
'Cause Satan lives in my whiskey machine
And in my time of dying I know where I'm bound
When I die, tear my stillhouse down

(Gillian Welch)
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