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There's a certain romance about a long haired guitar man
You can close your eyes imagine, and he could be your man With his soft and soothing song you can just be his gal You just turn his records on when you need a good pal. Is it fantasy fascination in the melody man Dare his music touch you deep inside, Feel the touch of his wand With his rock and rolling song you can feel the feeling Just a casual glance from his eyes send your senses reeling... The Rock and Roll Souljer, fight my allergy Rock and Roll Souljer, kill my misery Rock and Roll Souljer won't you help me when I'm down Rock and Roll Souljer shoot me with your magic sound You're inclined to believe all he say when he's sayin' he love you You're entwined around his magnet word, and do what he do With his boogie woogie walk he can make ya looney WIth his lazy crazy talk, can make you act so gooney baby, it make you act so gooney. The Rock and Roll Souljer, fight my allergy Rock and Roll Souljer, kill my misery Rock and Roll Souljer won't you help me when I'm down Rock and Roll Souljer shoot me with your magic sound (Come on shoot me with the...) The Rock and Roll Souljer, fight my allergy Rock and Roll Souljer, kill my misery Rock and Roll Souljer won't you help me when I'm down Rock and Roll Souljer shoot me with your magic sound Come and shoot me full of rock and roll Shoot me, shoot me full of rock and roll... (repeated until end) |
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You may ask a million wise men
You may search a thousand books You may seek friend's consolation And their sympathetic looks They can't tell you what to do They ain't got no words for you Only you know what to do with your broken heart... Only you know what to do with your broken heart. All around you life has fallen You watch the pieces scatter fast Your lover heeds another calling Now you're living in the past... They can't tell you what to do They ain't got no words for you Only you know what to do with your broken heart. Secret cowboy in the canyon Four wheel driving stallion Country music in his fingers Another girl within his heart He can't tell you what to do He ain't got no words for you Only you know what to do with your broken heart... Only you know what to do with your broken heart... Only you know what to do with your broken heart. |
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Salvation Stomp
When I heard that crazy music comin' out the scene, That achin', shakin' shuffle down along the Mississippi Queen That rough and randy off-beat, and that funky bass, That slinky, snakey, kinky licorice sticking up the place Couldn't keep my feet from jumping ? Couldn't keep my toes from tapping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my feet from jumping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my plates of meat from flippin and flopping all along. Wild Cat Harry wheelin' great big flying boots Spillin' floorboards as the trumpeter, he go a rooty tooty toot Long haired, lanky lady, black drag delight, yeah Just jiggin' up and down, hey, man, she was a jiggin' out of sight. Couldn't keep my feet from jumping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my toes from tapping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my feet from jumping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my plates of meat from flippin and flopping all along. Alright now, let's go. Couldn't keep my feet from jumping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my toes from tapping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my feet from stomping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my plates of meat from flippin and flopping all along. Big beer belly, bouncing up and down, Great clouds of reefer coming over from the shady side of town Funky monkey suit and tophat, roll them blood-shot eyes, Just let it all hang out and boogey woogey down to Paradise. Couldn't keep my feet from jumping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my toes from tapping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my feet from jumping ? Salvation Stomp Couldn't keep my plates of meat from flippin and flopping all along. Cool, cool cats. Cool, cool cats. Cool, cool cats. Yeah! |
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| 4:45 |
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Leitch
Down the hill from where I live There's a road rolling by Wonder where it's going ? In this house full of doom Discontent in every room And it's daily growing. I'm gonna ride on down those miles I'm gonna ride on down those miles. Hook my thumb out in the air Catch a friend with wheels to share To take me far away from here. It's a trip I gotta take Big decision, mine to make I don't feel any fear. I'm gonna ride on down those miles I'm gonna ride on down those miles. I'm gonna ride on down those miles I'm gonna ride on down those miles I'm gonna ride on down those miles I'm gonna ride on down those miles. Cats are leavin' every day Summer's here, they're on their way Hitchin' down the highway. There's a party goin' on It's gonna last the summer long Sleepin' under the Milky Way. I'm gonna ride on down those miles (I'm gonna ride on down those miles) I'm gonna ride on down those miles (I'm gonna ride on down those miles) I'm gonna ride on down those miles (I'm gonna ride on down those miles) I'm gonna ride on down those miles. Hitchhike, hitchhike, hitchhike Hitchhike, hitchhike, hitchhike Hitchhike, hitchhike, hitchhike ... |
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Sadness is in your eye
Who could have made you cry? My lullaby Roll along the sleepy dream, deep Roll along the sleepy dream, deep Salty tear down your cheek Drowning the words you speak. My lullaby can dry your every care Roll along the sleepy dream, deep Roll along the sleepy dream, deep Sweet dream, my baby lie Here in my arms tonight Don't cry I'll hold you tight, And soothe all your worriy away. My lullaby can fly you out of there Roll along the sleepy dream, deep Roll along the sleepy dream - Sweet dream, my baby lie Here in my arms tonight Don't cry I'll hold you tight, And soothe all your worries away. Sadness is in your eye Who could have made you cry? Sadness is in your eye Sadness |
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| 2:51 |
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Leitch
Loosen up a little like a vinyl man Do the ticky tocky like an automaton Flash a little glitter from your freaky eye Sock it like a rocket in a purple sky. Moon Rok man, do the Moon Rok man Do the Moon Rok man with your Moon Rok gal. Do the wormy wiggle wiggle 'round and 'round Palpitate and levitate, leave the ground Lose a little juice from your Venus mound Thrust a little lust, a little count me down. Do the Moon Rok man, do the Moon Rok gal Do the Moon Rok man with your Moon Rok gal. (Count down) 10 (Count down) 9 (Count down) 8 (Count down) 7 (Count down) 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1. Moon Rok man, do the Moon Rok gal Do the Moon Rok man with your Moon Rok gal. Spin-a-like-a-gyroscope upon a string Move-a-like-a horoscope a planet ring Do the probe, feel the strobe and slowly bend Phaze-her-with a lazer and amaze your friends. Moon Rok man, do the Moon Rok gal Do the Moon Rok man with your Moon Rok gal. Do the Moon Rok man with your Moon Rok gal Do the Moon Rok man with your Moon Rok gal Do the Moon Rok man (with your Moon Rok gal) Do the Moon Rok man (with your Moon Rok gal) Do the Moon Rok man (with your Moon Rok gal) Do the Moon Rok man (with your Moon Rok gal) … |
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What was I to do? Down day.
Nothing I could do - no way For the sun don't shine in my life since you took your love away. I can't go on... Without your heart within my own, Misty Maiden I am filled with love for you Let me feel the love from you Bring the sun back to my life Lay your golden kiss on me Should you depart Twould break my heart How can I part from the only girl that I have ever loved? You're the love of my life Star of my dreams and my joy You are my sister, mother and child You are everything to this boy. Do not leave me... my love. Now you are my lynn (indecipherable) Baby Want me once again Baby How we both have hurt each other With those lonely years apart But love was kind Had us in mind At the right time we meet once again You're the love of my life Star of my dreams and my joy You are my sister, mother and child You are everything to this boy (repeat chorus) |
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HOW SILLY The politician look
Wearing his public smile Trying to hide his incapacity When it's sticking out a mile With his papier mache wife And his papier trashy life If he sees himself as the man for the job His mirror's telling lies. HOW SILLY the priest of parson looks Striking a holy pose Trying to hide their nakedness With mediaval clothes They're holding a golden key But what it looks like to me If they're holding all the real estate That's your neighborhood poverty. These are just few of the things I've been noticing Dear Politician, Priest & Parson If you really feel like helping : Open up your heart a" That's the helpin' part Open up your heart a" That's at least a start HOW SILLY the Queen of Englang looks Slipping her royalty The essence of noncommitalness In the grand democracy. It's the Hanoverian Strain Erin's isle is not the same For the poet's rhyme, she give us wine We hope for better things from Charles. These are just of the things I've been noticing. Your Royal Majesty, Dear Madame If you really feel like helping: Open up your heart a" That's the helpin' part Let your Christmass message start : ≪A Open up your hearts...A ≫ HOW SILLY The politician looks Wearing his public smile HOW SILLY the Priest or Parson looks Stricking a holy pose HOW SILLY the Queen of England looks HOW SILLY, HOW SILLY, HOW SILLY ! |
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From the album slow down world
My love she's a flower Perfuming the air where'er she blooms, With her silk and her incense Harmonising hotel rooms. Dark-eyed blue jean angel, Red Egyptian hair, Dark-eyed blue jean angel, Watch the people stare. I bought you lace and velvet, And Victoriana trinket, Dressed you up in Art Nouveau When nobody else kink it. Dark-eyed blue jean angel, Red Egyptian hair, Dark-eyed blue jean angel, Watch the people stare. Dark-eyed blue jean angel, Pre-Raphaelite child, Let loose your henna braid, Fuzz your hair out wild, Fuzz your hair out wild. |
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| 4:30 |
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Food in abundance, beggars and banks,
God in His Heaven and His priests in tanks. Gold in the misery, sewer in the mind, Greed and corruption of every kind. They all know it's a cryin' shame To turn your head, look away again. They all know it's a cryin' shame To turn your head, look away again. They all know it's a cryin' shame To turn their heads, look away again. Fools in the Parliament, pollution in the stream, T.V., poverty and the big bad dream. Sex in the cinema, fear in the school, Censorship committees, they rule/we're cool. Don't they all know it's a cryin' shame To turn your heads, look away again. Don't they all know it's a cryin' shame To turn your heads, look away again. Don't they all know it's a cryin' shame To turn their heads, look away again. Don't they all know it's a cryin' shame To turn your heads, look away again. Composure in the little pill, courage in the beer, Mummy and daddy and the life of fear. Human relationships cast away, I hope we get together one of these days. And they all know it's a cryin' shame To turn their heads, look away again. Don't they all know it's a cryin' shame To turn their heads, look away again. |
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Some of us believe in communism,
Some of us believe in capitalism, Some of us believe in spiritualism, Some of us believe in materialism Some mothers believe in heavy dandy, Some fathers believe in understanding. Some of us believe in total freedom, Some of us believe in laying the rules on. But the children believe in friends, For the children of the world, Every boy and girl, All they'll know is what we teach 'em, Most of us fail when we try to reach 'em For the children believe in having friends Children believe in friends, Children believe in having friends Children believe in friends. Some of us believe in Hare Krishna, Some of us believe in Jesus Saves Ya, Some of us believe in oblivion, Some of us believe in David Niven. Some of us believe in fighting our mate, Some of us believe in the brotherhood state. Some of us believe in analysing, Some of us believe in humanising. For the children of the world, Every boy and girl, All they'll know is what we teach 'em, Most of us fail when we try to reach 'em For the children believe in having friends Children believe in friends, Children believe in having friends Children believe in friends. But the children believe in friends, For the children of the world, Every boy and girl, All they'll know is what we teach 'em, Most of us fail when we try to reach 'em For the children believe in having friends Children believe in friends, Children believe in having friends Children believe in friends. Children believe in friends. Children believe in friends... |
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Kiss me sweet lover
And linger long in ecstasy. Mingle our fluids, Flirt let me flame thee. Come into my parlour, Come sit but a droplet Of my secret rain. 'Cause I'm the black widow, woe, I'm the black widow, woe, And I eat my love And I eat my love And I eat my love And I eat my love. I offer my pleasure But never my love, You may need me forever But I don't need your love. If you try to repel me Your body will howl. I set your spirit free, You can depend on me. 'Cause I'm the black widow, woe, I'm the black widow, woe, And I eat my love And I eat my love And I eat my love And I eat my love. |
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Slow down world
Major problem ahead, You have been on the go For a long, long time I know. Take a rest from the race, Why chase it ? Slow down world, Take a tip from old times. You've seen how greed Consumes you with its need. Take a rest from the race Why chase it ? Happy is the man Who rests when he can, Let old man time's sand Slip through his hand. And happy is the gal Who calls peace her pal. If you want to be free, You shall, you shall. Slow down world, Take a break for God's sake. (Slow down) You just can't stop your climb Your money-mad climb up to the top, Don't you just glance at the chance, Why waste it ? Don't chase it, Why waste it ? Happy is the man Who rests when he can, Let old man time's sand Slip through his hand. And happy is the gal Who calls peace her pal. If you want to be free, You shall, you shall. Slow down world, Slow down world, Slow down world, Slow down world, |
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My henna-haired gal's all there in coffee-coloured lace,
Wearing such a pretty smile upon her face. Her little angel's fluttering around and pulling on her dress, And you know that's the way she like it best. She's a new age mother, she don't take no bull, She don't dig that attitude in school. Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag And if you use a cup in the kitchen, you gotta wash it yourself, When it's clean, put that cup back on that shelf. She don't dig none of that old-fashioned jazz Where women do all the chores, She can think and open all her own doors. She's a new age mother, she don't take no bull, She don't dig that attitude in school. She's a new age mother, she more than a lay, Lindee got a lot to give and say. Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. |
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