Author Topic: How Long Is Too Long Wasn't Long Enough (Read 213439 times)

Robbie · « **Reply #3350 on:** May 05, 2020, 05:02:37 AM »

It was late at night on the open road,
Speeding like a man on the run,
A lifetime spent preparing for the journey;
He is closer now and the search is on,
Reading from a map in the mind,
Yes there's the ragged hill,

And there's the boat on the river.
And when the rain came down,
He heard a wild dog howl,
There were voices in the night, "Don't do it!"
Voices out of sight, "Don't do it!
Too many men have failed before,
Whatever you do,

Don't pay the ferryman,
Don't even fix a price,
Don't pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side"

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3351 on:** May 05, 2020, 09:58:05 AM »

Stuck inside these four walls
Sent inside forever
Never seeing no one nice again,
Like you, mama
You, mama...
You...

If I ever get out of here
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity.
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here
(if we ever get out of here)

Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there,
"I hope you're having fun."

Band on the run, band on the run
And the jailer man,
And sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the band on the run, band on the run.
For the band on the run, band on the run.

Aruntraveller · « **Reply #3352 on:** May 05, 2020, 12:49:14 PM »

Band on the Run - still one of my favourite albums, anyway:

The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing

Let's rock everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang

Let's rock everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3353 on:** May 05, 2020, 02:51:03 PM »

I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail

Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets

Robbie · « **Reply #3354 on:** May 05, 2020, 05:21:36 PM »

Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
I wish I had you to talk to

If a man ever needed dyin', he did
No one had the right to say what he said about you
And it's so cold and lonely here without you
Out there the law's a comin'
I'm gettin' so tired of runnin'

Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
I wish I had you to talk to

It hurts to see the man that I've become
And to know I'll never see the morning sunshine on the land
I'll never see your smiling face or touch your hand
If just once more I could see you, our home and our little baby

Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there
Indiana wants me, Lord, I can't go back there

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3355 on:** May 05, 2020, 05:27:41 PM »

Oh what did del-a-ware boy, what did delaware
what did del-a-ware boy, what did delaware
she wore a brand new jersey,
she wore a brand new jersey,
she wore a brand new jersey,
that's what she did wear
One, two, three, four
oh, why did cali-fon-ia
why did cali-fon
why did cali-fon-ia
was she all alone
she called to say ha-wa-ya

Robbie · « **Reply #3356 on:** May 05, 2020, 06:12:37 PM »

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
And I dreamed about the girl who's been waitin' for so long

I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home

Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only they could read between the lines

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3357 on:** May 05, 2020, 06:14:54 PM »

Last night a deejay saved my life
Last night a deejay saved my life from a broken heart
Last night a deejay saved my life
Last night a deejay saved my life with a song
You know I hopped into my car, didn't get very far, no
Because I had you on my mind, why be so unkind
You got your women all around, all around this town
But I was trapped in love with you and I didn't know what to do
But when I turned on my radio
I found out all I needed to know
Check it out

Robbie · « **Reply #3358 on:** May 06, 2020, 03:42:11 PM »

I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh, a, oh

They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh, a, oh

I met your children
Oh a oh
What did you tell them?

Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Pictures came and broke your heart
Oh, a, a, a, oh

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3359 on:** May 06, 2020, 03:49:19 PM »

You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
Hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuar

Udayana · « **Reply #3360 on:** May 06, 2020, 04:45:35 PM »

...

I'm shopping in town for our homemade agrarian fortress
You're texting: Corian, Granite, or Tile Kitchenette in the gun nest?

Well we will find a little meadow
High up in the Cascades

Baby we won't ever come down
Turn on, tune in, drop out, give up, with me

Turn on, tune in, drop out, with me
The whole things coming down
So lets just get out of the way
...

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3361 on:** May 06, 2020, 04:56:54 PM »

Love and hate get it wrong
She cut me right back down to size
Sleep the day
Let it fade
Who was there to take your place

No one knows never will
Mostly me but mostly you
What do you say
Do you do when it all comes down

'Cause I don't wanna come back down from this cloud
It's taken me all this time to find out what I need
I don't wanna come back down from this cloud
It's taken me all this all this time

Robbie · « **Reply #3362 on:** May 06, 2020, 09:14:55 PM »

Baby, you don't have to keep looking through my phone
If something's going on, girl, you'd already know
We can't even say two words without a fight anymore
How did we get here? Baby, I gotta know

On the other side of love
You tell me you hate me and I hate you more
On the other side of love
How did we get here? Baby, I gotta know

ekim · « **Reply #3363 on:** May 07, 2020, 08:44:18 AM »

I really can't stay (Baby it's cold outside)
I gotta go away (Baby it's cold outside)
This evening has been (Been hoping that you'd dropped in)
So very nice (I'll hold your hands they're just like ice)
My mother will start to worry (Beautiful what's your hurry?)
My father will be pacing the floor (Listen to the fireplace roar)
So really I'd better scurry (Beautiful please don't hurry)
Well maybe just a half a drink more (I'll put some records on while I pour)

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3364 on:** May 07, 2020, 08:58:16 AM »

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright
And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

Udayana · « **Reply #3365 on:** May 07, 2020, 09:07:08 AM »

Barefooting 'round the city, bare feet getting dirt pretty
Living my life, loving my life
It's easy

Wake up tired, go back to sleep
There's no hurry, can't keep me from living my life
Loving my life
It's easy

People may stare, I don't care a damn
I'm doing fine, just living my life
Loving my life
My life is mine
It's easy
...

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3366 on:** May 07, 2020, 09:32:39 AM »

Funny how I find myself in love with you
If I could buy my reasoning I'd pay to lose
One half won't do
I've asked myself, how much do you
Commit yourself

It's my life
Don't you forget
It's my life
It never ends (it never ends)

Funny how I blind myself, I never knew
If I was sometimes played upon, afraid to lose
I'd tell myself, what good do you do
Convince myself

It's my life
Don't you forget
It's my life
It never ends (it never ends)

Robbie · « **Reply #3367 on:** May 07, 2020, 05:46:28 PM »

It's a hard world to get a break in
All the good things have been taken
But girl there are ways to make certain things pay
Though I'm dressed in these rags, I'll wear sable some day
Hear what I say

I'm gonna ride the serpent
No more time spent sweatin' rent
Hear my command
I'm breakin' loose, it ain't no use
Holdin' me down, stick around
But baby (baby)

Remember (remember)

It's my life and I'll do what I want
It's my mind and I'll think what I want
Show me I'm wrong, hurt me sometime
But some day I'll treat you real fine

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3368 on:** May 08, 2020, 09:22:31 AM »

Empty belly life! (empty belly life)
Rotten smelly life! (no no no no no)
Full of sorrow life! (full of sorrow life...)
No tomorrow life!

Santa Claus we never see...
Santa Claus what's that? Who's he?

No one cares for you a smidge
When you're in an orphanage

It's the hard-knock life for us
It's the hard-knock life for us
No one cares for you a smidge
When you're in an orphanage
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life!

Robbie · « **Reply #3369 on:** May 08, 2020, 10:22:14 PM »

I don't want to lose you, this good thing
That I got 'cause if I do
I will surely
Surely lose a lot

'Cause your love is better
Than any love I know
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening

You better knock, knock on wood, baby

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3370 on:** May 08, 2020, 10:49:57 PM »

Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads
oh yeah

Keep talking whoa keep talking

A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah

I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money

With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no crap we'll be getting lots of that
In Grease Lightning

Udayana · « **Reply #3371 on:** May 10, 2020, 11:34:14 PM »

Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like"
Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes, it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme"
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Boxhill that they did ride

...

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3372 on:** May 12, 2020, 03:01:45 PM »

She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

"Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh"
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Robbie · « **Reply #3373 on:** May 12, 2020, 11:26:56 PM »

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again? For now I find
'The Phantom of the Opera' is there inside my mind

Sing once again with me our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me to glance behind
'The Phantom of the Opera' is there inside your mind

Nearly Sane · « **Reply #3374 on:** May 12, 2020, 11:35:16 PM »

A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle star dust and to whisper
"Go to sleep, everything is alright"

I close my eyes then I drift away
Into the magic night, I softly say
A silent prayer like dreamers do
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you

In dreams I walk with you
In dreams I talk to you
In dreams you're mine all the time
We're together in dreams, in dreams

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