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Post by mabd on May 5, 2006 8:35:55 GMT -6
Sidewalk Annie She told you about it through a broken bleeding windpipe It shook your bones and made your life feel skintight Well, Sidewalk Annie Now your coattails have come undone Your whisper's a scream now Since you don't speak to anyone The howlin' winds could never care what she liked Rhythm and Blues or A Stranger In The Night It tore up the trailer with the sounds of a howlin' wolf The cellar was stone, even the garden was bulletproof Well, Sidewalk Annie Now your coattails have come undone Your whisper's a scream now Since you don't speak to anyone Little girl in your white ice skates We've seen your face walkin' around the old school gates With a hand on your hip and the other one on your head You realized it wasn't gone, but lost instead Sidewalk Annie Now your coattails have come undone Your whisper's a scream now Since you don't speak to anyone Invested a nickel into the banks of a wishing well And blew out the candles and hoped for somethin' that she could, she could sell Sidewalk Annie Now your coattails have come undone Your whisper's a scream now Since you don't speak to anyone The Wallflowers. next word: scream Maeve |
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Post by Phalon on May 5, 2006 17:12:42 GMT -6
Lots of songs come to mind with the word "scream" in them; songs sung by bands I like much better than Creed. But this one has always reminded me of Xena in "Ides of March", and was the first thing that came to mind here.
"My Own Prison" ~ Creed
A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
kneel
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Post by Siren on May 5, 2006 22:57:34 GMT -6
I'm just an old chunk of coal,
But I'm gonna be a diamond some day
I'm gonna grow and glow 'til I'm so blue, pure and perfect,
I'm gonna put a smile on everybody's face.
I'm gonna KNEEL and pray every day,
Lest I should become vain along the way.
I'm just an old chunk of coal now Lord,
But I'm gonna be a DIAMOND some day.
"An Old Chunk Of Coal" by John Anderson
next word: diamond
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Post by Phalon on May 6, 2006 16:59:43 GMT -6
An oldie...
"As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Todd Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
mannequins with kill appeal
(Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go
Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized
(Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone.
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the Ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow
(Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs
Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs
Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Keep cool - Diamond Dogs rule, OK
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
Keep cool - Diamond Dogs rule, OK
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
"Diamond Dogs" ~ David Bowie
paralyzed
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Post by mabd on May 6, 2006 20:23:21 GMT -6
Natalie Merchant "Carnival" (Tigerlily) I've walked these streets A virtual stage It seemed to me Make up on their faces Actors took their Places next to me I've walked these streets In a carnival Of sights to see All the cheap thrill seekers The vendors & the dealers They crowded around me Have I been blind Have I been lost Inside myself and My own mind Hypnotized Mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth & poverty In the diamond market The scarlet welcome carpet That they just rolled out for me I've walked these streets In the mad house asylum They can be Where a wild eyed misfit prophet On a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind Have I been lost Inside myself and My own mind Hypnotized Mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Have I been wrong Have I been wise To shut my eyes And play along Hypnotized ParalyzedBy what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen? Have I been blind Have I been lost Have I been wrong Have I been wise Have I been strong Have I been Hypnotized Mesmerized By what my eyes have found In that great street carnival In that carnival? next word: virtualMaeve |
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Post by fallenangel on May 10, 2006 9:24:54 GMT -6
Sarah Brightman : I loved you
Another day in paradise is nice
From Ronnie's recession's nice advice
Coz UB40's ice is vice
So don't you let the sun go down on me
Coz I wanna break free from your MTV
To virtual reality
I loved you from the shadow of the past
I loved you
I never dreamed that it would last
I loved you
You gave me joy you gave me tears
I loved you
And took away the wonder years
next word ; tears
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Post by Siren on May 10, 2006 15:24:45 GMT -6
So take a good look at my face
You know my smile looks out of place
If you look closer it's easy to TRACE
The tracks of my TEARS
"Tracks Of My Tears" - by Linda Ronstadt, and Smokey Robinson and the Miracles
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Post by mabd on May 10, 2006 21:30:54 GMT -6
THE CLASSICS IV "Traces"
Faded photograph
Covered now with lines and creases
Tickets torn in half
Memories in bits and pieces
Traces of love long ago
That didn't work out right
Traces of love
Ribbons from her hair
Souvenirs of days together
The ring he used to wear
Pages from an old love letter
Traces of love long ago
That didn't work out right
Traces of love
With me tonight
I close my eyes and say a prayer
That in her heart
she'll find
A trace of love still there
Somewhere, ooooh, oh
Traces of hope in the night
that she'll come back and dry
These traces of tears
From my eyes
Whoooa, oooh, oh, oooh
next word: souvenirs
Maeve
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Post by fallenangel on May 11, 2006 18:27:40 GMT -6
Joni Mitchell: My Best To You
So here's to you
May your dreams come true
May old father time
Never be unkind
And through the years
Save your smiles and your tears
They're just souvenirs
They'll make music in your heart
Remember this
Each new day is a kiss
Sent from up above
With an angel's love
So here's to you
May your skies be blue
And your love blessed
That's my best to you
Remember this
Each new day is a kiss
Sent from up above
With an angel's love
So here's to you
May your skies be blue
And your love blessed
That's my very best to you
next word : blessed
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Post by Siren on May 11, 2006 22:19:13 GMT -6
God BLESSED Texas with his own hand
Brought down angels from the PROMISED LAND
He gave 'em a place where they could dance
If you want to see Heaven, brother, here's your chance
I've been sent to spread the message
God blessed Texas
"God Blessed Texas" by Little Texas
next words: promised land
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Post by Phalon on May 12, 2006 0:00:35 GMT -6
A bit behind on things, but "Tracks of My Tears"....ooo, I love that song.
On to the promised land...not exactly with this song...
from "Highway to Hell" ~ AC/DC
"....No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Don't stop me."
Next: speed limit
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 12, 2006 0:26:14 GMT -6
HA!!! I even have a tune to go with this one! Click the link to listen..... Nutbush City Limits - Tina Turner A church house gin house A school house outhouse On highway number nineteen The people keep the city clean They call it nutbush, oh nutbush They call it nutbush city limits Twenty-five for speed limit Motorcicle not allowed in it You go to store on friday You go to church on sunday They call it nutbush, oh nutbush They call it nutbush city limits You go to the fields on weekdays And have a picnic on labor day You go to town on saturday And go to church every sunday They call it nutbush, oh nutbush They call it nutbush city limits No whiskey for sale If you get drunk no bail Salt pork and molasses Is all you get in jail They call it nutbush, oh nutbush They call it nutbush city limits A little old town in tennessee A quiet little community A one-horse town You have to watch what you’re putting down In old nutbush, oh nutbush Twenty-five |
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Post by Phalon on May 12, 2006 0:29:16 GMT -6
I always thought Ted Nugent did that song. Actually, he did, but I wonder who recorded it first? Tina, I'd bet.
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Post by Phalon on May 12, 2006 0:31:21 GMT -6
No, no, no...I meant Bob Segar and the Silver Bullet Band. I'm getting my Detroit rockers of old mixed up.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 12, 2006 0:31:22 GMT -6
My research says...Bob Seger....
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 12, 2006 0:32:11 GMT -6
Ok..that's funny...we posted at the same time....
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Post by mabd on May 12, 2006 17:04:26 GMT -6
Sting's Twenty Five to Midnight
Train I ride don't be slow
If your whistle can blow
Fifteen miles down the track
Tell them I'm coming back
Counting poles counting sheep
Don't be slow I won't weep
If your wheels on the line
Were to put me on time
Just a year to the day
Since I went upon my way
To seek my fortune and fame
Be a star, change my name
And that's it more or less
'Til this midnight express
I know I can't be late
'Cause she said she won't wait
She'll just go marry Jack
So there's no turning back
And it's 25 to midnight
And fifteen miles of track
Band I had got a break
Just one chance we had to take
Told my girl I'd be back
Left her with my friend Jack
New York City for a spell
Things didn't turn out so well
Every dive that we played
We were lucky we got paid
Mr. Train driver please
If your speed you increase
Every cent I have now
Will be yours this I vow
And that's it more or less
'Til this midnight express
I know I can't be late
'Cause she said she won't wait
She'll just go marry Jack
So there's no turning back
And it's 25 to midnight
And fifteen miles of track
We called ourselves The Latino Lovers
Hawaiian shirts and top forty covers
I didn't think I could sink this low
When drugs and booze ate all my dough
This isn't how it was meant to be
There's no such thing as a meal that's free
If I was ever to get out alive
I have to get home on time
Train I ride don't be slow
If your whistle can blow
Fifteen miles down the track
Tell them I'm coming back
And that's it more or less
'Til this midnight express
I know I can't be late
'Cause she said she won't wait
She'll just go marry Jack
So there's no turning back
And it's 25 to midnight
And fifteen miles of track
And it's 25 to midnight
And fifteen miles of track
whistle
Maeve
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Post by mabd on May 12, 2006 21:37:54 GMT -6
Joni Mitchell: My Best To You So here's to you May your dreams come true May old father time Never be unkind And through the years Save your smiles and your tears They're just souvenirs I had forgotten Joni's song. Thanks for the reminder; now I am free of Connie Frances' "Souvenirs." Thank you, thank you, thank you.  Maeve |
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Post by Siren on May 12, 2006 21:54:48 GMT -6
First thing I remember knowin'
Was a lonesome WHISTLE blowin'
And a young'un's dream of growin' up to ride
On a freight train leavin' town
Not knowin' where I'm bound
No one could STEER me right
But Mama tried
"Mama Tried" - Merle Haggard
next word: steer
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Post by Phalon on May 13, 2006 23:39:17 GMT -6
"If someone else showed you the way,
would you take the wheel and steer?
It hurts me that you're not ashamed
of what you're doing here.
If they jumped off a bridge,
would you meet them on the ground?
Or would you try and claim
that it never made a sound."
How About You ~ Staind
wheel
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Post by fallenangel on May 14, 2006 8:09:58 GMT -6
Amanda Marshall :Ride
I'll be you ride
We'll get a running start and we'll take to the sky baby
Ride
Keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the prize
And ride
next word : RIDE
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Post by Siren on May 14, 2006 22:01:27 GMT -6
It was just on old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric CHOKE
A young boy, two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I would make her whine
He'd say, "You can't beat the way an old wood boat RIDEs"
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
"Drive" by Alan Jackson
choke
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Post by mabd on May 14, 2006 22:24:39 GMT -6
Lakota
I am Lakota!
Lakota!
Looking at money man
Diggin' the deadly quotas
Out of balance
Out of hand
We want the land!
Lay down the reeking ore
Don't you hear the shrieking in the trees?
Everywhere you touch the earth she's sore
Every time you skin her all things weep
Your money mocks us
Restitution what good can it do?
Kennelled in metered boxes
Red dogs in debt to you
I am Lakota!
Lakota!
Fighting among ourselves
All we can say with one whole heart
Is we won't sell
No we'll never sell
We want the land!
The lonely coyote calls
In the woodlands footprints of the deer
In the barrooms poor drunk bastard falls
In the courtrooms deaf ears sixty years
You think we're sleeping but
Quietly like rattlesnakes and stars
We have seen the trampled rainbows
In the smoke of cars
I am Lakota
Brave
Sun pity me
I am Lakota
Broken
Moon pity me
I am Lakota
Grave
Shadows stretching
Lakota
Oh pity me
I am Lakota
Weak
Grass pity me
I am Lakota
Faithful
Rocks pity me
I am Lakota
Meek
Standing water
Lakota
Oh pity me
I am Lakota!
Lakota!
Standing on sacred land
We never sold these Black Hills
To the missile heads
To the power plants
We want the land!
The bullet and the fence broke Lakota
The black coats and the booze broke Lakota
Courts that circumvent choke Lakota
Nothing left to lose
Tell me grandfather
You spoke the fur and feather tongues
Do you hear the whimpering waters
When the tractors come?
Sun pity me
Mother earth
Mother
Moon pity me
Father sky
Father
Shadows
Stretching on the forest floor
Mother earth
Oh pity me
Father sky
Father
Grass pity me
Mother earth
Mother
Rocks pity me
Father sky
Father
Water
Standing in a wakan manner
Mother earth
Oh pity me
Joni Mitchell
whimpering
Maeve
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Post by fallenangel on May 15, 2006 9:52:13 GMT -6
Carly Simon: Bewitched
He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms
Love's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a week
Since this half pint imitation's
Put me on the blink
I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
I couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
Until love came and told me I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
next word : sleep
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Post by Phalon on May 15, 2006 16:21:40 GMT -6
"An Evening With El Diablo" ~ Chevelle
"High up on you, you display,
Good traits, though few.
We've found, time alone will tell.
This disease, keeps me holding me down.
Try to run, when near sleep.
To imagine, us away.
He said come, fly around my hell,
And know this, you seem to be,
Too scared to run...."
imagine
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Post by Siren on May 15, 2006 17:08:45 GMT -6
Can you believe I'd SWALLOW my pride
Well yes, yes, I guess you can
'Cause you know you've always had my foolish heart
Right in the palm of your hand
So, for what it's worth to you
It just don't matter what you might do
'Cause I'll still be waiting and loving you
IMAGINE that. Ain't that a laugh.
"Imagine That" by Patsy Cline
swallow
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Post by fallenangel on May 15, 2006 17:46:36 GMT -6
Kelly Clarkson : Behind These Hazel Eyes
Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything it felt so right
Unbreakable like nothing could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on
Here I am
Once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it
Can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up deep inside
But you won't get to see those tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright for once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together but so broken up inside
Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on
Here I am
Once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it
Can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up deep inside
But you won't get to see those tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Just seeing you it kills me now
Now I don't cry
On the outside... anymore!!!
next word : BLAME
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Post by Siren on May 16, 2006 15:31:31 GMT -6
You've got a thing or two to learn about me baby
'Cause I ain't taking it no more, and I don't mean maybe
You don't know right from wrong
Well the love we had is gone
So BLAME it on your lying, cheating, cold, deadbeating,
TWO-TIMING, double-dealing
Mean, mistreating, loving heart
"Blame It On Your Heart" - Patty Loveless
so many good ones here - let's go with...
two-timing
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Post by fallenangel on May 23, 2006 11:52:31 GMT -6
Deana Carter - I've Loved Enough To Know
I hear what you're telling me but that don't make it so
Two timing talking sweet from the time your feet hit the floor
My heart is telling me it's time to let you go
Oh baby let go...
I've loved enough to know
A heartache when I see one coming
Been down this road before
I've loved enough to know
Every night out with the boys You think i'm so naive
I know excatly where you're going every time you leave
I see every little something up your sleeve
Oh baby I can see
I've loved enough to know
A heartache when I see one coming
Been down this road before
I've loved enough to know
I've loved enough to know
A heartache when I see one coming
Been down this road before
I've loved enough to know
next word: coming
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Post by mabd on May 23, 2006 13:34:14 GMT -6
Ohio
CSN&Y
lyrics by Neil Young
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
next word: ground
Maeve
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