Over hearts, I have painfully turned every stone just to find, I had found what I've searched to discover. I've come much too far for me now to find the love that I've sought can never be mine.
And though you don't believe that they do, they do come true, for did my dreams come true when I looked at you. And maybe too, if you would believe, you too might be overjoyed, over love, over me.
And though the odds say improbable, what do they know? For in romance all true love needs is a chance. And maybe with a chance you will find, you too, like I, overjoyed, over love, over you, over you.
I don't want you - to make my bed. I don't want you - to cook my bread I don't want you 'cause I'm sad and blue, I just want to make love to you. Love to you.
I JUST WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU - Muddy Waters ( excuse me these two songs kinda ran together. I'll match them with Love.) I LIVE THE LIFE I LOVE AND I LOVE THE LIFE I LIVE - Muddy Waters
Now I may spend an hour or more in this town One minute later I could be Highway bound. Tomorrow night I could be over the hill I just want you to know Baby - How I feel.
I see you watching me - like a hawk. I don't mind 'yo - Baby Talk. These girls move me - at their will. But I live the life I love and I love the life I live.
BONUS SONG BONUS SONG BONUS SONG BONUS SONG BONUS SONG ( as atonement for my presumption above I offer...)
You're the top! You're a dance in Bali. You're the top! You're a hot tamale. You're an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen, You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley, You're Ovaltine. You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder. I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
Shirley! Shirley, Shirley, Bo Birley Bonana, Fanna, Fo Firley Fee, Fy, Mo Mirley Shirley
Len! Len, Len, Bo Ben Bonana, Fanna, Fo Fen Fee, Fy, Mo Men Len!
Come on everybody I say now let's play a game I betcha I could make a rhyme Out of anybody's name
The first letter of the name I treat it like it wasn't there But a B or an F Or an M will appear
And then I say Bo, add a B Then I say the name Then Bonana, Fanna, and a Fo Then I say the name again with an F very plain Then a Fee, Fy, and a Mo Then I say the name again with an M this time And there isn't any name that I can't rhyme
Arnold! Arnold, Arnold, Bo Barnold Bonana, Fanna, Fo Farnold Fee, Fy, Mo Marnold Arnold
But if the first two letters are ever the same, Drop them both then say the name Like Bob, Bob, drop the B's Bo Ob Or Fred, Fred, drop the F's Fo Red Or Mary, Mary, drop the M's Mo Ary That's the only rule that is contrary
Okay? Now say Bo (Bo!) Now Tony with a B (Bony!) Then Bonana, Fanna, and Fo (Bonana Fanna Fo!) Then you say the name again with an F very plain (Fony!) Then a Fee, Fy, and a Mo (Fee Fy Mo) Then you say the name again with an M this time (Mony!) And there isn't any name that you can't rhyme
Everybody do Tony Tony, Tony, Bo Bony Bonana, Fanna, Fo Fony Fee, Fy, Mo Mony Tony
Pretty good. Let's do Billy Billy, Billy, Bo Illy Bonana, Fanna, Fo Filly Fee, Fy, Mo Milly Billy
Very good. Let's do Marsha Marsha, Marsha, Bo Barsha Bonana, Fanna, Fo Farsha Fee, Fy, Mo Arsha Marsha
A little trick with Nick Nick, Nick, Bo Bick Bonana, Fanna, Fo Fick Fee, Fy, Mo Mick Nick
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on Until I'm sure that you've been shown That I can be trusted walking with you alone. Owoooooooo!
Little Red Riding Hood I'd like to hold you if I could But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't. Owoooooooo!
What a big heart I have-the better to love you with. Little Red Riding Hood Even bad wolves can be good. I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side. Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood You sure are looking good You're everything that a big bad wolf could want. Owoooooooo! I mean baaaaaa! Baaa?
Lil' Red Riding Hood, Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs
People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange
When you're Strange - no one remembers you're name, But Baby, I'm the bottom you're the top.
You're the top! You're the Colosseum, You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum, You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss, You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse. You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa, You're the smile on the Mona Lisa. I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top!
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, man have named you You're so like the lady with the mystic smile Is it only 'cause you're lonely man have blamed you For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa Or is it your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art
Are we really happy here With this lonely game we play Looking for words to say Searching but not finding understanding anywhere We're lost in a masquerade
Both afraid to say we're just to far away From being close together from the start We tried to talk it over but the words got in the way We're lost inside this lonely game we play
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them, but they were only satellites It's wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you cared
"New England", by Billy Bragg (and covered by Kirsty McColl)
Words! Words! I'm so sick of words! I get words all day through; First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do? Don't talk of stars Burning above; If you're in love, Show me! Tell me no dreams Filled with desire. If you're on fire, Show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night! Don't talk of spring! Just hold me tight! Anyone who's ever been in love'll tell you that This is no time for a chat! Haven't your lips Longed for my touch? Don't say how much, Show me! Show me! Don't talk of love lasting through time. Make me no undying vow. Show me now! Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme! Don't waste my time, Show me!
Doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo You could drive a person crazy, You could drive a person mad. Doo-doo doo-doo doo. First you make a person hazy So a person could be had. Doo-doo doo-doo doo. Then you leave a person dangling sadly Outside your door, Which it only makes a person gladly Want you even more.
I can understand a person If it's not a person's bag. Doo-doo doo-doo doo. I can understand a person If a person was a fag. Doo-doo doo-doo doo. Boo-boo-boo-boo. But worse than that, A person that Titillates a person then and leaves her flat Is crazy, He's a troubled person He's a truly crazy person Himself.
You crummy bastard! You sonofabitch!
When a person's personality is personable He shouldn't oughta sit like a lump. It's harder than a matador coercin' a bull To try to get you offa your rump.
So single and attentive and attractive a man Is everything a person could wish But turning off a person is the act of a man Who likes to pull the hooks out of fish.
Knock, knock, is anybody there? Knock, knock, it really isn't fair, Knock, knock, I'm working on my charms. Knock, knock, a zombie's in my arms.
All that sweet affection, What is wrong? Where's the loose connection? How long, oh Lord, how long? Bobby, baby, Bobby, bubi, Bobby,
You could drive a person buggy, You could blow a person's cool. Doo-doo doo-doo doo. Like you make a person feel all huggy While you make her feel a fool. Doo-doo doo-doo doo. When a person says that you've upset her That's when you're good. You impersonate a person better Than a zombie should.
I could understand a person If he wasn't good in bed. Doo-doo doo-doo doo. I could understand a person If he actually was dead. Doo-doo doo-doo. Exclusive you, Elusive you, Will any person ever get the juice of you? You're crazy, You're a lovely person, You're a moving deeply maladjusted, Never to be trusted Crazy person Yourself.
Bobby is my hobby, and I'm giving it up!
You Could Drive a Person Crazy from "Company" by Stephen Sondheim
She's tall in the saddle - got a rose in her teeth She's my hell incarnate - just walkin' down your street You've seen the line on the glory from the heart of the flame From the ... I don't know a story - but your song never change Tell me why - oh, tell me why
I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood
I can make you dance - I can make you sing I can make you dance - I can make you sing If you want me to I can make you dance - I can make you sing I can make you dance - I can make you sing If you want me to I can make you dance - I can make you sing I can make you dance - I can make you sing If you want me to
Any little song that you want to sing Little songs that you want to sing Any song will do Any little song that you want to sing Little songs that you want to sing It's up to you Little songs that you want to sing A little song that you want to sing You're blue
I'm in the mood I'm in the mood I'm in the mood
I can write it on the door - I can put it on the floor I can do anything that you want me for If you want me to I can do it right - I can do it wrong 'Cause a matter of fact it'll turn out to be strong If you want me to
The moment I wake up Before I put on my makeup I say a little prayer for you While combing my hair, now, And wondering what dress to wear, now, I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you Forever, forever, we never will part Oh, how I'll love you Together, together, that's how it must be To live without you Would only be heartbreak for me.
I run for the bus, dear, While riding I think of us, dear, I say a little prayer for you. At work I just take time And all through my coffee break-time, I say a little prayer for you.
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you Forever, forever we never will part Oh, how I'll love you Together, together, that's how it must be To live without you Would only be heartbreak for me.
My darling believe me, For me there is no one But you.
On the day that you were born The angels got together And decided to create a dream come true - So they sprinkled moondust in your hair And golden starlight in your eyes of blue...
Written by Burt Bacharach, performed best by the Carpenters
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown
In `65 tension was running high at my high school There was a lot of fights between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come to my hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around This is your hometown
On one cloudless morning I stood on the mountain, Just watching the smoke from below, It was coming from a tall, slim smokestack Way down on the Southern railroad.
It was 97, the fastest train Ever ran the Southern line, All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97, For she's bound to be at stations on time.
They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia, Saying, "Stevie, you're way behind time. This is not 38, but it's Old 97, You must put her into Spencer on time."
He looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman, "Just shovel in a little more coal, And when I cross that old White Oak Mountain You can just watch Old 97 roll."
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville, And the lie was a three-mile grade, It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes, And you see what a jump that she made.
He was going down the grade making 90 miles an hour, When his whistle began to scream, He was found in that wreck with his hand on the throttle, He was scalded to death by the steam.
Did she ever pull in? No, she never pulled in, And at 1:45 he was due, For hours and hours has the switchman been waiting For that fast mail that never pulled through.
Did she ever pull in? No, she never pulled in, And that poor boy must be dead. Oh, yonder he lays on the railroad track With the cart wheels over his head.
97, she was the fastest train That the South had ever seen, But she run so fast on that Sunday morning That the death score was numbered 14.
Now, ladies, you must take warning, From this time now and on. Never speak harsh words to your true loving husband. He may leave you and never return.
"The Wreck of the Old 97" also produced the first major lawsuit involving copyright. In 1933 the courts ruled against the RCA Victor Company, stating that David G. George, a Pittsylvania telegraph operator who was at the accident scene, was the song's original author. George was awarded $65,000 on sales of five million records. RCA Victor appealed and tied up the case in court for so long that George never collected his award. In a technique common to the folksong tradition, George composed the ballad by adding new lyrics to the altered tune of an older song.
This train is bound for glory, this train, This train is bound for glory, this train, This train is bound for glory, Don't ride nothin' but the righteous an' the holy This train is bound for glory, this train,
This train don't carry no gamblers, this train, This train don't carry no gamblers, this train, This train don't carry no gamblers No hypocrites, no midnight ramblers, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is built for speed now, this train, This train is built for speed now, this train, This train is built for speed Fastest train you ever did see, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don't carry no liars, this train, This train don't carry no liars, this train, This train don't carry no liars, No hypocrites and no high flyers, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don't pay no transportation, this train, This train don't pay no transportation, this train, This train don't pay no transportation No Jim Crow and no discrimination, This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don't carry no rustlers, this train, This train don't carry no rustlers, this train, This train don't carry no rustlers Sidestreet walkers, two-bit hustlers, This train is bound for glory, this train.
Well, look at jelly roll baker, now, Let me be your slave, Gabriel blows his trumpet, I would rise from my grave, F'r some good old jelly, Yes, that good old jelly roll, Well, it's good for the young, Yes, an' it's good for the old.
That Good Old Jelly - Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee
The king is gone but he's not forgotten This is the story of a Johnny Rotten It's better to burn out than it is to rust The king is gone but he's not forgotten.
Hey hey, my my Rock and roll can never die There's more to the picture Than meets the eye. Hey hey, my my.
Hey Hey, My My (Out of the Blue), Neil Young
(You beat me, Connie, while I was searching this...but I get more points because Rotten is a tougher match!)
He remembers the first time he met her He remembers the first thing he said He remembers the first time he held her And the night that she came to his bed He remembers her sweet way of sayin' "Honey has something gone wrong?" He remembers the fun and the teasin' And the reason he wrote her this song.
We've moved on six miles from where we were yesterday And yesterday is but a long long ways away So we'll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight And forget rotten peaches and the places we've stayed
Well the dawn was coming. Heard him ringing on my bell. He said, "My name's a teacher, or that is what I call myself, And I have a lesson that I must impart to you. It's an old expression, but I must insist it's true:
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun; No sense in sitting there healing everyone. No man's an island and his castle isn't home. The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown."
So I took a journey through my world into the sea. Will beware the teacher, who found fun instead of me.
Hey man, what's your plan, what was that you said? Suntan, drinking head, lying there in bed. I tried to socialize but I can't seem to find What I was looking for. Got something on my mind.
Then the teacher told me it had been a lot of fun, Thanked me for his ticket and all that I had done.
Hey man, what's your plan, what was that you said? Suntan, drinking head, lying there in bed. I tried to socialize but I can't seem to find What I was looking for. Got something on my mind.
"Oh where there's no future how can there be sin / We're the flowers in the dustbin / We're the poison in the human machine / We're the future ..you're future / God save the queen / We mean it man / We love our queen / God saves."
--Johnny Rotten and the Sex Pistols (the real Rotten!)
"Who threw the overalls In Mrs. Murphy's chowder?" Nobody spoke, so he Shouted all the louder. "It's a rotten trick that's true, I can lick the drip that threw The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder."
Who Threw the Overalls in Mrs. Murphy's Chowder? Words and Music By: George L. Giefer
Bright Side of Life Always look on the bright side of life. [whistling] Always look on the light side of life. [whistling]
If life seems jolly rotten, There's something you've forgotten, And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. When you're feeling in the dumps, Don't be silly chumps. Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing. And...
Always look on the bright side of life. [whistling] Always look on the right side of life, [whistling]
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