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The Who
Dreaming from the waist down
I feel like I want to break out of the house
My heart is a-pumping, I’ve got sand in my mouth
I feel like I’m heading up to a cardiac arrest
I want to scream in the night, I want a manifestI’ve got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o’clock-in-the-morning feeling
I’ve got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazine
I want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams I’ve never really been in
I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machineI’m dreaming … from the waist on down
I’m dreaming … but I feel tired and bound
I’m dreaming … of a day when a cold shower helps my health
I’m dreaming … dreaming – of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myselfSound like a priest and then I’m shooting dice
I’m burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
I know the girls that I pass, they just ain’t impressed
I’m too old to give up, but too young to restI’ve got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed
Feeling social when the world is sleeping
The plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I’m cemented down
I’m so juiced that the whorey lady’s sad sad story has me quietly weeping
But here comes the morning
Here comes the yawning demented clownI’m dreaming … but I know it’s all hot air
I’m dreaming … I’ll get back to that rocking chair
I’m dreaming … of the day I can share the wealth
I’m dreaming … dreaming – of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myself
Hey, hey!
The day I can control myselflol ive changed the words to suit…. lol
The Who….. Mary J with shaky hands lol
I danced with Linda
I danced with Jean
I danced with Cindy
Then I suddenly seeMary-J with the shaky hands
What they’ve done to her man
Those shaky handsMary is so pretty ( ohhhh I know lol )
The prettiest in the land
Guys come from every city
Just to shake her shaky handsLinda can cook
Jean reads books
Cindy can sew
But I’d rather knowMary-J with the shaky hands
What they’ve done to her man
Those shaky handsMary-J with the shaky hands
What they’ve done to her man
Those shaky handsMary-J with the shaky hands
What they’ve done to her man
Those shaky handsVeronica
In the broad daylight of a Summer’s day
On the Cork to Dublin motorway
Suddenly the singing birds
Were startled in their song
In the silence of that moment
Our world went out of kilter
In that split second
Veronica was goneBut you will never silence her
Your story will be written down
Her spirit won’t rest easy
Until her job is done
Though with fists and boots you broke her bones
You gunned her down at home
But as soon as she was able
She faced you up againVeronica
Veronica
Veronica
Warrior woman
Veronica
Veronica
I offer you this songAnd you who made the phone call
And you who took the message down
And you who hired the hit men
You who hatched the plan
And you who drew the money down
And you who paid it over
And you who remain silent
You are guilty.. every oneVeronica
Veronica
Veronica
Warrior woman
Veronica
Veronica
I offer you this songIn the broad daylight of a Summer’s day
On the Cork to Dublin motorway
Suddenly the singing birds
Were startled in their song..Christy Moore
UNDER THE IRON SEA is the recently released second album by the wonderful KEANE.
It is every bit as good as (if not better than) their sparkling debut … Once again graced with elegant melodies and arrangements, and powerful vocals and lyrics! This is the opening track… A truly amazing song..Atlantic
I hope all my days will be lit by your face
I hope all the years will hold tight our promises
I don’t want to be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don’t want to be old and feel afraidI don’t want to be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don’t want to be old and feel afraidAnd if I need anything at all
I need a place that’s hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken
I need a place where I can make my bed
A lover’s lap where I can lay my head
‘Cause now the room is spinning
The day’s beginningKeane
Broken Toy
by Keane
album: Under the Iron Sea (2006)
I think you know
Because it’s old news
The people you love
Are hard to find
So I think if I
Were in your shoes
I would be kindI look out for you
Come rain, come shine
What good does it do?
I guess I’m a toy that is broken
I guess we’re just older nowI want to stay
Another season
See summer upon
This sorry land
So don’t dust off your gun
Without a reason
You understandI look out for you
Come rain, come shine
What good does it do?
I guess I’m a toy that is broken
I guess we’re just older nowWho says the river can’t leave its waters?
Who says you walk in a line?
Who says the city change its borders?
Who says you’re mine?I look out for you
Come rain, come shine
What good does it do?
I guess I’m a record you’re tired of
I guess we’re just older now
I guess I’m a toy that is broken
I guess we’re just older now:lol: Keane indeed. You poor misguided fools.
Well we all need someone to lean on
And if you want it, well you can lean on me
Well, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, well you can lean on meShe said my breasts they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathyYeah, we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it, well you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
And if you want to, well you can cream on meI was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drink my health in scented jasmine tea
You knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded faded junky nurse
Oh, what pleasant companyWe all need someone we can feed on
And if you want it, well you can feed on me
Take my arm, take my leg
Oh, baby, don’t you take my headWe all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
We all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, why dont you bleed on meGet it on, rider
Get it on, rider
Get it on, rider
You can bleed all over me.The Rolling Stones ~ Let It Bleed
:D
He’s the greatest! He’s fantastic!
Wherever there is danger, he’ll be there!
He’s the ace! He’s amazing!
He’s the strongest, he’s the quickest, he’s the best!
Dangermouse!He’s terrific! He’s magnifique!
He’s the greatest secret agent in the world!
Dangermouse: powerhouse!
He’s the fastest, he’s the bravest, he’s the best!
Dangermouse! (Amazing!)
Dangermouse! (Astounding!!)
Dangermouse!Mike Harding ~ Dangermouse Theme
What you gon’ do with all that junk,
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and their Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly
Brother I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got you,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on meWhat you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
And mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin’ got you,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.My Humps
Black Eyed Peas 8)
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Paul Brady was born and raised in Strabane, Northern Ireland, on the border with the Republic of Ireland.
This song was released in 1985.The Island
They say the skies of Lebanon are burning
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat
They’re showing pictures on the television
Women and children dying in the street
And we’re still at it in our own place
Still trying to reach the future through the past
Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone…But Hey don’t listen to me!
‘Cause this wasn’t meant to be no sad song
We’ve heard too much of that before
Right now I only want to be here with you
Till the morning dew comes falling
I want to take you to the island
And trace your footprints in the sand
And in the evening when the sun goes down
We’ll make love to the sound of the oceanThey’re raising banners over by the markets
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying can lead them into glory…But hey don’t listen to me
‘Cause this wasn’t meant to be no sad song
I’ve sung too much of that before
Right now I only want to be here with you
Till the morning dew comes falling
I want to take you to the island
And trace your footprints in the sand
And in the evening when there’s no one around
We’ll make love to the sound of the oceanNow I know us plain folks don’t see all the story
And I know this peace and love is just copping out
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches
Is just what being free is all about
And how this twisted wreckage down on main street
Will bring us all together in the end
And we’ll go marching down the road to freedom…
Freedom..Paul Brady
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