Got a song/lyrics you can't get out of your head?

[moneoa]

A wonderful thing is a Tigger;
A Tigger's a wonderful thing.
Their tops are made out of rubber,
their bottoms are made out of spring
They're bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy,
fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
The most wonderful thing
about Tiggers is:
I'm the only one!

Iiiiiimmmm the only one!

[moneoa]

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away.

Wonder this time where she's gone,
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone,
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
And this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.

Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.

~Bill Withers

[HelenaP]

WHAT IS CHRISTMAS?
(by TSO and the caps aren't my doing. Blame it on their website...)

...
AND THERE'S ONE MORE THING THAT I HAVE DISCOVERED
AND I WOULD NOW LIKE YOU TO KNOW
THE REASON FOR CHRISTMAS I NOW REALIZE
IS AN EXCUSE TO TOLERATE SNOW
SNOW!
I DON'T EVEN LIKE THE SOUND OF IT
ANYWAY, WHERE WAS I
OH, YES!

WHAT IS CHRISTMAS?
CANDLES EVERYWHERE
A FIRE HAZARD ANY OTHER DAY
CHILDREN LIGHT THEM
NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE
ALL FOR CHRISTMAS

EVERY YEAR IT RETURNS HERE
AND EVERY YEAR IT’S WAITING FOR ME
WHY CAN'T CHRISTMAS DISAPPEAR
AND JUST PRETEND IT NEVER SAW ME
EVERY YEAR I GET MY HOPES UP
THAT IT WILL SOMEHOW JUST LEAVE
BUT EVERY YEAR I WAKE TO FIND
THAT ONCE AGAIN IT NOW IS CHRISTMAS
EVE
<*I hate this sh*te!!!*>

[Signa]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLUX0y4EptA
This song is amazing. I was linked it in a "I hate rap, but there are good rap songs out there" thread. Best work of art I've seen all year.

[HelenaP]

While I was doing laundry this moring, I decided to listen to some Bad Company. Now I this song is stuck like glue.

Easy on My Soul sung by Paul Rodgers (he sang the song with Free , then Bad Company )

Oh...yes..
Some say love is
Some say what is love
Some say is love
Really all around

Some say life is
Some say what is life
Some say is life
Really all around me

But I say easy
Easy on my soul
But I say easy
Easy on my soul

Some say love is
Some say what is love
Some say is love
Really all around

I want to tell you my story
I want to tell you I'm sorry

Easy on my soul...
Easy on my soul
Easy on my soul

[Slug_9mm]

this is by jedi mind tricks its called uncommon valor, the songs been stuck in my head for days.....


Yeah..

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil
They send me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care
We trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win
Against the Viet-Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and that ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me
It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'
In a fox hole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here

[Interlude]
(soldier speaking)
I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home.
(officer speaking)
You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country?
(soldier speaking)
I like being here. I'm ready.

[Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man]
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease.
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

[HelenaP]

This is for one of the women I've loved the most and one of the best friend I have ever had.

I (we) miss you Pam. RIP.

Seagull ~ Bad Company
Click to listen.

Seagull, you fly across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asks you where you are going,
Nobody knows where you're from.

Here is a man asking the question
Is this really the end of the world?
Seagull, you must have known for a long time
The shape of things to come.
Now you fly, through the sky, never asking why,
And you fly all around 'til somebody, Shoots you down.

Da da da da da da da down.
Mm mm mm mm, mm mm.

Seagull, you fly, across the horizon,
Into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asks you where you are going,
Nobody knows where you are from,
Now you fly through the sky, never asking why,
And you fly all around 'til somebody, yeah,
Shoots you down. Mm mm, yeah.
Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away.

And you fly away today
And you fly away tomorrow
And you fly away, leave me to
my sorrow.
Mm, mm, mm.

Seagull go and fly, mm, mm, mm,
Fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow, fly.

[HelenaP]

Six Strings Down ~ Jimmy Vaughan, B. B. King, Eric Clapton, Bonnie Raitt, Robert Cray, Buddy Guy, Dr. John, Art Neville, Tilt-a-Whirl Band, Double Trouble and Denny Freeman
Click to watch the Austin City Limits Sound Stage performance...

Alpine valley
In the middle of the night.
Six strings down
On the heaven-bound flight.
Got a pick, a strap, guitar on his back
Ain’t gonna cut the angels no slack..

Heaven done called
Another blues-stringer back home.

See the voodoo chile
Holding out his hand.
"I’ve been waitin’ on you brother
Welcome to the band."

Good blues-stringin’
Heaven-fine singin’
Jesus, Mary and Joseph
Been lis’nin’ to your playin’.

Heaven done called
Another blues-stringer back home.

Lord they called
Another blues-stringer back home.

Albert Collins up there
Muddy an’ Lightnin’ too
Albert King and Freddy
Playin’ the blues.
T-Bone Walker, Guitar Slim
Little Son Jackson and Frankie Lee Sims.

Heaven done called
Another blues-stringer back home.

Lord they called
Another blues-stringer back home.

Lord they called
Another blues-stringer back home.

Heaven done called
Another blues-stringer back home.

Lord they called
Another blues-stringer back home.

Heaven done called
Another blues-stringer back home.

They called
Another blues-stringer back home.
Back home.

************************************************** ********

On May 11. 1995, an all-star collection of blues talent gathered on the Austin City Limits Sound Stage in Austin, Texas to pay tribute to the memory of one of their own--Steve Ray Vaughan, the legendary Texas blues guitarist who died tragically five years before.

Organized by Stevie's brother and fellow axeman, Jimmy Vaughan, the concert featured Stevie's friends, peers and heroes singing his praises--both through their spoken comments and with their electrifying interpretations of Stevie Ray's songs.

In addition to Jimmy Vaughan and members of his band, participating musicians included the cream of the current blues establishment: BB King, Eric Clapton, Robert Cray, Buddy Guy, Dr. John, Art Neville, and Bonnie Raitt, plus the former Double Trouble rhythm section of Tommy Shannon and Chris Layton.

Ironically, Eric Clapton, Buddy Guy, Robert Cray and Jimmie Vaughan all played on the concert-closing jam on August 26, 1990 which was Stevie Ray Vaughan's last live performance before his tragic death in a helicopter crash in East Troy, Wisconsin.

Each artists chose and performed songs from the repertoire of Steve Ray Vaughan's eight highly-acclaimed Epic albums including the Vaughan Brothers collaboration "Family Style," recorded shortly before Stevie's death.

In the stunning concert finale, all the performers took the stage for "Six Strings Down"--a moving tribute to Stevie found on Jimmy Vaughan's solo album "Strange Pleasure." All joined in for the chorus: Heavens done called another blues stringer back home.

This was later followed by an completely unrehearsed extended blues jam, now called "SRV Blues" in which the entire ensemble traded exhilarating blues riffs as if each player was possessed by the spirit of Stevie himself.

Jimmy Vaughan sums up the triumphant concert this way: "These people were Stevie's heroes and friends. He loved all these guys and looked up to them. Without them, there is no tribute. Doing this has been in the back of my mind for a long time," he explains, "But I wanted it to be far enough removed from Stevie's passing so that it could be a happy, celebratory event."

Somewhere, Stevie Ray Vaughan is smiling his approval.



RIP SRV & Issac. I would have made you a rocker baby.

[fleecy]

one of my all-time faves

Terry Reid- To be treated

Oh we are what we are when in danger
And we are as we stand head in hand
When a friend brings to light
On a cold silver knife
You can stare your fate right into his hands

Oh we are what we are when we'll name to
Be the soul-owning guardians of lands
And there's always advice
On a cold winter's night
That your dreams are just an island in the sand
Way out in the sand

Don't it seem so strange
How it just don't change
Things just stay the same
As they've always been
Some of us are out to win
And some others are out just to aim

Oh we are what we are when we're praying
In our own way of seeking some light
May the mission bell still ring
Of the colourful dreams
In the faith that everyone will be treated rite

[HelenaP]

The Load - Out <---Live video ~ Jackson Browne

Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet they made the show
And that was sweet--
But I can hear the sound
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never know

Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You guys are the champs
But when that last guitar's been packed away
You know that I still want to play
So just make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano

But the band's on the bus
And they're waiting to go
We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
or Detroit, I don't know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round backstage
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came

Now we got country and western on the bus
R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
We've got rural scenes & magazines
We've got truckers on the CB
We've got Richard Pryor on the video
We got time to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll away
But the only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play

People you've got the power over what we do
You can sit there and wait
Or you can pull us through
Come along, sing the song
You know you can't go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
You're going to wake up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from here

Stay ! * Jackson Browne, Davis Lindly and Rosemary Butler (cover of Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs)

People, stay just a little bit longer
We wanna play just a little bit longer
If the promoter don't mind and the union don't mind
We can take a little time and we'll leave this all behind
Singin' one more song

Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer
Please, please, please, say you will, say you will

Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer
Oh, please, please stay just a little bit more, ehehe
Now if the promoter don't mind and the roadies don't mind
We can take a little time and we'll leave it all behind
Singin' one more song


* "A version of the song with revised lyrics is the last track on Jackson Browne's 1977 album Running on Empty. The song, which follows on the heels of Browne's "The Load-Out" begs the audience to stay for an encore and includes an extensive playout. It includes backing contributions from David Lindley and from Rosemary Butler. Browne, Butler, and Lindley each contribute a similar verse in turn in ascending vocal ranges. It was released as a single and reached number twenty in the U.S."

[Excrement_Cranium]

1st: Uncommon Valor is spectacular. For another spectacular verse from RA the Rugged Man, check out "Give it Up" with J-Live on Wu-Tang's "Think Different" album.

2nd: Recovery is an excellent album, and I love "25 to Life:"

Too late for the other side, caught in a chase 25 to life
Too late for the other side, caught in a chase 25 to life
Too late (yeah, I can't keep chasing you, I'm taking my life back)
Caught in a chase 25 to life...


I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I made/
Maybe if this bitch had acted right I wouldve stayed/
But I've already wasted over half of my life I wouldve laid/
Down and died for you/ I no longer cry for you/
No more pain bitch you
Took me for granted/ took my heart and ran it/ straight into the planet/
Into the dirt I can no longer stand it
Now my respect I demand it/
Imma take control of this relationship
Command it/ and imma be the boss of you now goddamnit/
And what I mean is that I will no longer let you control me/
So you better hear me out this much you owe me/
I gave up my life for you/ totally devoted to you/ while I've stayed/
Paved for all the way/ this is how I fucking get repaid
Look at how I dress/ fucking baggy sweats/ go to work a mess/
Always in a rush to get back to you/ I aint heard you yet/
Not even once say you apreciate me/ I deserve respect
I've done my best to give you/ nothing less than perfectness/
And I know that if I end this/ I'll no longer have nothing left/
But you keep treating me like a staircase/ it's time to fucking step/
And I wont be coming back/ so don't hold your fucking breath
You know what youve done/ no need to go in depth
I told you/ you'd be sorry if I fucking left/
I'd laugh while you wept
Hows it feel now/ yeah, funny aint it/ you neglected me/
Did me a favor/ although my spirits free/ youve said/
But a special place for you in my heart I have kept/
It's unfortunate but its,

Too late for the other side
(Yeah, yeah) Caught in a chase 25 to life
(Can't take no more, can't take no more)
Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase 25 to life...

I feel like when I bend over backwards for you/ all you do is laugh/
'Cause that ain't good enough/ you expect me to fold myself in half/
'Til I snap/ don't think I'm loyal/ All I do is rap
How can I moonlight on the side/ I have no life outside of that/
Don't I give you enough of my time?/ You don't think so, do you?/
Jealous when I spend time/ with the girls/ Why I'm married to you/
Still man I don't know/ but tonight I'm servin' you with papers/
I'm divorcing you/ so marry someone else and make 'em famous/
And take away there freedom/ like you did to me/ treat 'em
Like you don't need 'em/ and they ain't worthy of you/ feed 'em
The same shit you made me eat/ I'm moving on forget you/
Oh, now I'm special/ I ain't feel special when I was with you/
All I ever felt was dissed/ helplessness/
Imprisoned by a selfish bitch/ chew me up and spit me out/ I fell for this/
So many times/ it's ridiculous/ and still I stick with this/
I'm sick of this/ but in my sickness and addiction/ your as addictive as they get/
Evil as they come/ vindictive as they make 'em/
My friends keep askin' me/ why I can't just walk away from/ 'em
I'm addicted to the pain/ the stress, the drama/ I'm drawn to shit, I guess I'm a/
Mess/ cursed and blessed/ but this time I
Ain't changin' my mind/ I'm climbin' out this abyss
You're screamin' as I walk out that I'll be missed/
But when you spoke to people who meant the most to you/ you left me off your list
Fuck you hip-hop/ I'm leaving you/ my life sentence is served bitch, and it's just...

Too late for the other side
(Yeah, yeah) Caught in a chase 25 to life
(Can't take no more, can't take no more)
Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase 25 to life...

[HelenaP]

( I walk four miles at 5 a. m. every morning. As soon as I hit the door, I begin Rock the Cosmos on my MP3.

There are many songs (almost the whole fricking thing) that are STUCK IN MY HEAD after a solid MONTH.

Prepare yourselves for more in the future.

The words, the music and the meaning behind all the songs...incredible. Still QUEEN. Just with Paul Rodgers singing...his way.

We Believe ~ Queen + Paul Rodgers

Written by Dr. Brian May

I believe there's no evil out there we didn't have a hand in
You believe it's a time for peace and a time for understanding
Some of us believe that we are chosen
And if God is on our side we'll win the game
And some of us believe that there's a heaven
When the trumpets sound and the judges call your name
But let's get it straight

I believe there's just once chance in this world to hear our brothers
You believe there's a better way to listen to each other
We don't get what the other guy is saying
We hear the words but we don't understand
So around the world the same old anger raging
And we all cry for shame and the same old tragedy goes down

We believe there's a better way to fight
There's a way to make our children safe at night
We believe there's a war we could be winning
But the only way to win it is to give what we need to receive

I believe we need a hero to step boldly from the shadows
You believe there must be someone on the scene that fits the bill
A man or a woman who knows how to say I'm sorry
With courage in his heart to match his creed
A leader who can build a brand new morning
And match the tide of changes
Match the intent with the deed

We believe there's a deed of obligation
To bring reconciliation
To make peace with every nation - in our time
We believe there's not a minute we should be wasting
When the darkness falls it's too late to fix the crime
It's peace that we need

Every father every mother knows the meaning
Human treasure that our leaders do forget
And the bullets fly in the face of common reason
And the pain we give is the legacy in the end we get

We believe there's a song that's worth the singing
It's a song of truth we're bringing
There's a way to share the Earth with everyone
We believe every creature has a being
Has a right to respect and feeling
To live and breathe and flourish in the sun

That's what we believe.

Click to listen (or watch) ~

Studio version. Just a still shot. No video.

Shite video, but this is where you can hear how distinguished, enthralling, provocative and majestic the man's (Paul) voice is. The best vocal version imho.

Video in Santiago (this one is hard for me to hear, but for anyone with normal hearing, it's good...).

[HelenaP]

The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe ~ Lynyrd Skynyrd

Well I used to wake the mornin, before the rooster crowed. Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough.
Brought em down to the corner, down to the country store. Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe.

Old Curt was a black man, with white, curly hair. When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care.
He used to own an old dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee. I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me.

Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe. Well I got your drinkin money, tune up your dobro.
People said he was useless, them people all were fools, cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues.

He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten. Mama used to warn me but I'd go see him again.
I'd clap my hands, and stomp my feet, try to stay in time. He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine.

Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe. Well I got your drinkin money, tune up your dobro.
People said he was useless, them people all were fools, cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues.

On the day Old Curtis died, nobody came to pray. Old preacher said some words, and they chucked him in the clay.
Well he lived a lifetime, playin the black man's blues. And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to do.

Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe. I wish that you was here so everyone would know.
People said he was useless, them people all were fools, cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues.

You Tube video

[HelenaP]

You Don't Mess Around With Jim~ Jim Croce

Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country Ox
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because
And they say

You don't tug on Superman's cape



You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name is Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
Everybody say Jack don't you know

That you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

Well a hush fell over the pool room
When Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he was cut in bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor now they say

You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim

Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue

Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape



You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim

[HelenaP]

Ac Dc ~ Night Prowler

Somewhere a clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky
You hear a dog bark in the distance
You hear someone's baby cry
A rat runs down the alley
And a chill runs down your spine
Someone walks across your grave
And you wish the sun would shine
No one's gonna warn you
And no one's gonna yell 'Attack'
And you don't feel the steel
Till it's hanging out your back

CHORUS:
I'm your Night Prowler, asleep in the day
I'm your Night Prowler, get out of my way
Look out for the Night Prowler, watch you tonight
I'm the Night Prowler, when you turn out the light ...

Too scared to turn your light out
'Cos there's something on your mind
Was that a noise outside your window?
What's that shadow on the blind?
As you lie there naked
Like a body in a tomb
Suspended animation
As I slip into your room

CHORUS

Solo

CHORUS
I'm your Night Prowler, break down your door
I'm your Night Prowler, crawling 'cross your floor
I'm your Night Prowler, make a mess of you, yes I will
Night Prowler, and I am telling this to you
There ain't nothing you can do