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Bad To the Bone by George Thoroughgood and the Destroyers
On the day I was born The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up And she said leave this one alone
She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts Before I met ou
I'll break a thousand more Baby Before I am through
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
SOLO
I make a rich woman beg I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush And make a young woman squeal
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
SOLO 2
And when I walk the streets Kings and Queens step aside
Every woman I meet They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
On the day I was born The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up And she said leave this one alone
She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts Before I met ou
I'll break a thousand more Baby Before I am through
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
SOLO
I make a rich woman beg I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush And make a young woman squeal
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
SOLO 2
And when I walk the streets Kings and Queens step aside
Every woman I meet They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
Incubus - make a move.
"Letter Read" by Rachael Yamagata
"La Vie En Rose" by Janice Jaffe
"Build That Wall" by Aimee Mann
"Love Is A Rose" by Linda Rondstadt
"La Vie En Rose" by Janice Jaffe
"Build That Wall" by Aimee Mann
"Love Is A Rose" by Linda Rondstadt
On the day I was born The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up And she said leave this one alone
She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts Before I met ou
I'll break a thousand more Baby Before I am through
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
I make a rich woman beg I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush And make a young woman squeal
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
And when I walk the streets Kings and Queens step aside
Every woman I meet They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
that's what my headstone will say.
And they gazed in wide wonder At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up And she said leave this one alone
She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts Before I met ou
I'll break a thousand more Baby Before I am through
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
I make a rich woman beg I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush And make a young woman squeal
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
And when I walk the streets Kings and Queens step aside
Every woman I meet They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone
that's what my headstone will say.
"Cool to Hate" by the Offspring
"Cigaro" by System of a Down
"Cyanide 2600" by Spineshank
"Cigaro" by System of a Down
"Cyanide 2600" by Spineshank
M.I.A - 10 dollar
The Court of The Crimson King by King Crimson
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament’s begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim’s door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament’s begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim’s door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
Everyday People By Sly and The Family stone
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a blue one who can't accept the green one
For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha - we got to live together
I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me you know me and then
You can't figure out the bag l'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair
For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha-we got to live together
There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one
That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks.
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a blue one who can't accept the green one
For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha - we got to live together
I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me you know me and then
You can't figure out the bag l'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair
For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha-we got to live together
There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one
That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks.
Seasons Of Man By Yes
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past.
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past.
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
DJ Shadow- Endtroducing...
Mr. Bungle- Mr. Bungle
Tool- AEnima
Mr. Bungle- Mr. Bungle
Tool- AEnima
Black Hearted Woman by The Allman Brothers Band
Black hearted woman, can’t you see your poor man dyin’.
Can’t count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I’ve been cryin’.
Well I’m tired of all your slippery ways, I can’t take your evil lyin’.
Oh, no.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Some time thinking I’ll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave.
No, I just can’t stay.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don’t know my name.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don’t know my name.
Well I’m going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your
Game.
Yeah, yeah.
One of these days, I’m gonna catch you with your back door man.
One of these days, yeah, I’m gonna catch you with your back door man.
I’ll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over
Again.
Oh, yeah.
Black hearted woman, can’t you see your poor man dyin’.
Can’t count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I’ve been cryin’.
Well I’m tired of all your slippery ways, I can’t take your evil lyin’.
Oh, no.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Some time thinking I’ll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave.
No, I just can’t stay.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don’t know my name.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don’t know my name.
Well I’m going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your
Game.
Yeah, yeah.
One of these days, I’m gonna catch you with your back door man.
One of these days, yeah, I’m gonna catch you with your back door man.
I’ll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over
Again.
Oh, yeah.
Myself!
cosmictraveler said:
Heh. That's a fun one. Check out "Jail Bait". Perfect for playing pool in some god forsaken watering hole (I'm pretty sure you know that one).
Also:
Ronnie Earl/Duke Robillard: The Duke meets the Earl
Little Charlie and the Nightcats: Nine Lives
Schubert: Symphonie nr. 8 "Unvollendete"
Wow. Weird.
Everyone hurts by R.E.M.
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone
Riding With The King by Eric Clapton and B.B. King
I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid.
I blew it all at the penny arcade.
A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll.
No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl.
Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Every woman, child and man
Gets a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring.
Don't you know you're riding with the king?
He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier,
He's gonna check us all on out of here.
Up to that mansion on a hill
Where you can get your prescription filled.
Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Everybody clap your hands.
And don't you just love the way that he sings?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding with the king.
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
A tuxedo and shiny 335.
You can see it in his face, the blue never lie.
Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings.
And don't you know we're riding with the king?
I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old
With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold.
I had a guitar hanging just about waist high
And I'm gonna play this thing until the day I die.
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding, you're riding with the king.
You're riding, you're riding with the king.
I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid.
I blew it all at the penny arcade.
A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll.
No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl.
Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Every woman, child and man
Gets a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring.
Don't you know you're riding with the king?
He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier,
He's gonna check us all on out of here.
Up to that mansion on a hill
Where you can get your prescription filled.
Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Everybody clap your hands.
And don't you just love the way that he sings?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding with the king.
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
A tuxedo and shiny 335.
You can see it in his face, the blue never lie.
Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings.
And don't you know we're riding with the king?
I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old
With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold.
I had a guitar hanging just about waist high
And I'm gonna play this thing until the day I die.
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding, you're riding with the king.
You're riding, you're riding with the king.
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