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Even I know this one Black Sabbath, Ozzy

can't stand still 'cause you've got me goin'

(ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba)

Your slacks are low and your hips are showin'

(ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba)

I thank you girl as you're standing there

Your low-cut slacks and your long black hair

I want you going, I want no one else

later rdd

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I Can't Control Myself by the Troggs (Wild Thing fame)

Here is one that may be a head scratcher :devil:

Five months ago you left me here without a single dime

You're doing fine and everything you own used to be mine

You left stuck with all the bills and you've got all the land

I think by now it's safe to say I'm not a happy man

Well I hear you're livin' up an the hill with some guy that drive a

Porsche

And I'm still here in a beat up shack with a twenty year old horse

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"Send You back to Mother in a Cardboard box."

Run Like Hell - The Pink Floyd Sound

I really hope that Nick Mason can get Dave and Roger back together for one more tour. Hopefully their new remasters won't sell too well and they will need some money in a few years... :rolleyes:

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"Send You back to Mother in a Cardboard box."

Run Like Hell - The Pink Floyd Sound

I really hope that Nick Mason can get Dave and Roger back together for one more tour. Hopefully their new remasters won't sell too well and they will need some money in a few years... :rolleyes:

And.......Maybe Snowy White will join in the fun as well !!!

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3:30 in the morning and can't sleep. Found this post. Hopefully someone from the dark side will get this. Let me know what you shoot. Here goes:

To the town of Aqua Fria road a stranger one fine day

Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say

No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip

for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

Saw this singer at a college concert and used term big orange on his lip as a parody of his song.

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3:30 in the morning and can't sleep. Found this post. Hopefully someone from the dark side will get this. Let me know what you shoot. Here goes:

To the town of Aqua Fria road a stranger one fine day

Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say

No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip

for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

Saw this singer at a college concert and used term big orange on his lip as a parody of his song.

Marty Robbins Big Iron I will check the vinyl to be sure. Not to hep on the new music so I can't post much in the way of lyrics that most can relate to. later rddd

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Bubber,

I'll do one for you. this is what all of the kids are listening to these days. Okay, well, maybe just me. :rolleyes:

You will be left, beyond bludgeoned.

Your screaming means nothing, smash your skull merciless.

Hope fading with the will to resist.

Gushing blood from every orifice.

Decayed and displayed.

The tale of your tortures shall remain endless.

To whomever Googles the lyrics, please watch the video for this song on You Tube. METAL!!!!!! :bow:

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I know no one has posted in this thread for a while, but its after 1am and I'm not sleeping so here is a good one. Not the toughest one i could come up with but one of my favorites. As kids we used to play this game to pass the time, it was always one of my favorites.

The rivers are full of crocodile nasties

and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass.

He's a lover of life but a player of pawns

yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn

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You will be left, beyond bludgeoned.

Your screaming means nothing, smash your skull merciless.

Hope fading with the will to resist.

Gushing blood from every orifice.

Decayed and displayed.

The tale of your tortures shall remain endless.

To Resurect the coolest music thread, Sirveyr gave us Beyond Bludgeoned by Brain Drill, and yes the video is very cool

The rivers are full of crocodile nasties

and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass.

He's a lover of life but a player of pawns

yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn

Bungle in the Jungle by Jethro Tull, Another great song

And the next installment is

So sing a song for Roland

And all of those who sacrificed their lives

Their colors traded in for

A world of black and white

So sing a song for Roland

And all of those who fought for what was right

You may never understand

For whom they died

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Buler? Buler? Any body got a clue? Hint: the band is out of Pensacola and recorded on Dancing Ferret.

I'll also fly this one:

Motion in the ocean

His air hose broke

Lots of trouble

Lots of bubble

He was in a jam

He's in a giant clam

Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk

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Do you still see me, even here

the silver cord lies on the ground

And so I'm dead, the young man said

Over the hill not a wish away.

Or even better:

No one likes us, I don't know why

We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try.

But all around, even our old friends put us down,

Let's drop the big one and see what happens.

Give them money, are they grateful

No they're spiteful and they're hateful.

They don't respect us, so let's surprise them,

We'll drop the big one and pulverize them.

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Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe.....

Easy...ELP

Here's another:

"The sermon goes mourning,

Pricking it's hail

Slothful the child,

That preys on the seed

Shall behead the drought,

Wound under sleeves

I hope you have room,

In a thicket of vines

Give me a moment,

To clean what you've stole

The streets will hang high,

Stretch ribs and let taste

We'll cover the smell

with silver nitrate

Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith"

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