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Where is my mind

Ooooooh - stop

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head will collapse

But there's nothing in it

And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind [3x]

Way out in the water

See it swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the Carribean

Animals were hiding behind the rock

Except the little fish

But they told me, he swears

Tryin' to talk to me to me to me

Where is my mind [3x]

Way out in the water

See it swimmin' ?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head will collapse

If there's nothing in it

And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind [3x]

Ooooh

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Ooooh

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Ooooh

Ooooh

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Linkin Park

Faint

i am

little bit of loneliness

a little bit of disregard

a handful of complaints

but i can't help the fact

that everyone can see these scars

i am

what i want you to want

what i want you to feel

but it's like

no matter what i do

i can't convince you

to just believe this is real

so i let go

watching you

turn your back like you always do

face away and pretend that i'm not

but i'll be here

cause you're all i got

i am

a little bit insecure

a little unconfident

cause you don't understand

i do what i can

but sometimes i don't make sense

i am

what you never want to say

but i've never had a doubt

it's like no matter what i do

i can't convince you

for once just to hear me out

so i let go

watching you

turn your back like you always do

face away and pretend that i'm not

but i'll be here

cause you're all i got

i can't feel

the way i did before

don't turn your back on me

i won't be ignored

time won't heal

this damage anymore

don't turn your back on me

i won't be ignored

no

hear me out now

you're gonna listen to me

like it or not

right now

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The following lyrics that I will post carry a 16 warning due to the emotional involvement, please do not read them if you are easily upset.

I first heard this ballad when I was about 12, perhaps I was too young then to fully understand, but it is still a song that when I hear it causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Anyway here it is:

You could hear the hoof beats pound as they raced across the ground,

And the clatter of the wheels as they spun 'round and 'round.

And he galloped into market street, his badge upon his chest,

His name was Ernie, and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.

Now Ernie loved a widow, a lady known as Sue,

She lived all alone in Liddley Lane at number 22.

They said she was too good for him, she was haughty, proud and chic,

But Ernie got his cocoa there three times every week.

They called him Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.

She said she'd like to bathe in milk, he said, "All right, sweetheart,"

And when he'd finished work one night he loaded up his cart.

He said, "D'you want it pasturized? 'Cause pasturized is best,"

She says, "Ernie, I'll be happy if it comes up to my chest."

That tickled old Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.

Now Ernie had a rival, an evil-looking man,

Called Two-Ton Ted from Teddington and he drove the baker's van.

He tempted her with his treacle tarts and his tasty wholemeal bread,

And when she seen the size of his hot meat pies it very near turned her head.

She nearly swooned at his macaroon and he said, "If you treat me right,

You'll have hot rolls every morning and crumpets every night."

He knew once she sampled his layer cake he'd have his wicked way,

And all Ernie had to offer was a pint of milk a day.

Poor Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.

One lunch time Ted saw Ernie's horse and cart outside her door,

It drove him mad to find it was still there at half past four.

And as he lept down from his van hot blood through his veins did course,

And he went across to Ernie's cart and didn't half kick his 'orse.

Whose name was Trigger, (Trigger), and he pulled the fastest milk cart in the west.

Now Ernie rushed out into the street, his gold top in his hand,

He said, "If you wanna marry Susie you'll fight for her like a man."

"Oh why don't we play cards for her?" he sneeringly replied,

"And just to make it interesting we'll have a shilling on the side."

Now Ernie dragged him from his van and beneath the blazing sun,

They stood there face to face, and Ted went for his bun.

But Ernie was too quick, things didn't go the way Ted planned,

And a strawberry-flavoured yogurt sent it spinning from his hand.

Now Susie ran between them and tried to keep them apart,

As Ernie, he pushed her aside and a rock cake caught him underneath his heart.

And he looked up in pained surprise and the concrete hardened crust,

Of a stale pork pie caught him in the eye and Ernie bit the dust.

Poor Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.

Ernie was only 52, he didn't wanna die,

And now he's gone to make deliveries in that milk round in the sky.

Where the customers are angels and ferocious dogs are banned,

And the milkman's life is full of fun in that fairy, dairy land.

But a woman's needs are many fold and Sue, she married Ted,

But strange things happened on their wedding night as they lay in their bed.

Was that the trees a-rustling? Or the hinges of the gate?

Or Ernie's ghostly gold tops a-rattling in their crate?

They won't forget Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.

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Say your prayers little one

don't forget , my son

to include everyone

tuck you in, warm within

keep you free from sin

till the sandman he comes

sleep with one eye open

gripping your pillow tight

exit light

enter night

take my hand

off to never never land

something's wrong , shut the light

heavy thoughts tonight

and they aren't of snow white

dreams of war, dreams of liars

dreams of dragon's fire

and of things that will bite

sleep with one eye open

gripping your pillow tight

exit light

enter night

take my hand

off to never never land

now I lay me down to sleep

pray the lord my soul to keep

if I die before I wake

pray the lord my soul to take

hush little baby , don't say a word

and never mind that noise you heard

it's just the beast under your bed,

in your closet , in your head

exit light

enter night

grain of sand

exit light

enter night

take my hand

we're off to never never land

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THE GREATEST HOUSE TRACK OF ALL HISTORY

Mr Fingers...

In the beginning, there was Jack, and Jack had a groove.

And from this groove came the groove of all grooves.

And while one day viciously throwing down on his box, Jack boldy declared,

"Let there be house!" and house music was born.

I am, you see,

I am the creator, and this is my house!

And, in my house there is only house music. But, I am not so

selfish because once you enter my house it then becomes OUR house and

OUR house music!" And, you see, no one can own house because

house music is a universal language, spoken and understood by all.

You see, house is a feeling that no one can understand really unless

you're deep into the vibe of house. House is an uncontrollable

desire to jack your body. And, as I told you before, this is

our house and our house music. And in every house, you

understand, there is a keeper. And, in this house, the keeper

is Jack. Now some of you who might wonder.

Who is Jack, and what is it that Jack does?

Jack is the one who gives you the power to jack your body!

Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake.

Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly worm.

Jack is the one who learns you how to walk your body.

Jack is the one that can bring nations and nations of all

Jackers together under one house.

You may be black, you may be white; you may be Jew or Gentile.

It don't make a difference in our House.

And this is fresh!

HOMAGE. :yes::mellow::rocky:>_< :punk:

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A little TOOL, anyone?

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.

red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

lets me see.

as below, so above and beyond, I imagine

drawn beyond the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must

Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.

red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

lets me see there is so much more and

beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.

as below, so above and beyond, I imagine

drawn outside the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.

Reaching out to embrace the random.

Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to

I embrace my desire to

feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow

to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,

to bathe in the fountain,

to swing on the spiral

to swing on the spiral

to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.

I feel it move across my skin.

I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.

what ever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.

We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going.

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You get a shiver in the dark,

It's a-rainin' in the park,

But meantime...

South of the river

You stop and you hold

Everything.

A Band is blowin' Dixie,

Double four-time.

You feel alright,

When you hear the music ring.

Well now you step inside,

But you don't see too many faces

Comin' in outta the rain to hear

The Jazz go down.

Competition in other places.

But the horns...

They're blowin' that sound.

Way on down south...

Way on down south

London Town.

Check out guitar George.

He knows all the chords,

But it's strictly rhythm, he doesn't

Wanna make it cry or sing.

They say an old guitar is all He can afford,

When he gets up under the lights

To play his thing.

But Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't

Make the scene;

He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright.

He can play the Honky-Tonk like anything,

Savin' it up... Friday night.

With the Sultans...

With the Sultans of Swing.

And a crowd of young boys,

They're foolin' around in the corner,

Drunk and dressed in their

Best brown baggies and platform soles.

They don't give a damn about any

Trumpet-playing band, it ain't

What they call Rock and Roll.

And the Sultans, yeah the Sultans,

They play Creole.

Creole, baby.

And the man, he steps right up to the microphone

And says the last, just as the time bell rings;

"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"

But he makes it fast with one more thing:

"We are the Sultans",

"We are the Sultans of Swing".

-Dire Straits, Sultans of Swing.

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With the Sultans...

With the Sultans of Swing.

Man, there is a blast from my past. I was reading the lyrics thinking "I know this, I do, I know this" but it was until I got to that line that I realised.

I was captain of a softball team in high school called the sultans of swing. We sucked.

Also my new favourite track of all time (as of yesterday) has to be this, the lips aren't great on lyrics (if you have ever heard yoshimi battles the pink robots you'll know what I mean), but this one works out very nicely:

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face

Do You Realize - we're floating in space -

Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry

Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know

You realize that life goes fast

It's hard to make the good things last

You realize the sun doesn't go down

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Flaming Lips - Do You Realize

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Blind date with the chancer

We had oysters and dry lancers

When the check arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch

A redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash

And this emory board is giving me a rash

I’m flat out

You’re so beautiful to look at when you cry

Freeze, don’t move

You’ve been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation

Of the sequel to your life.

A shady lane -- everybody wants one

A shady lane -- everybody needs one

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god

Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, over god

It’s everybody’s god, it’s everybody’s god, it’s everybody’s god, it’s

Everybody’s god

The worlds collide, but all that we want is a shady lane

Glance, don’t stare

Soon you’re being told to recognize your heirs

No, not me -- I’m an island of such great complexity

Stress surrounds in the muddy peaceful center of this town

Tell me off in the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the

Over-friendly concierge

A shady lane -- everybody wants one

A shady lane -- everybody needs one

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god

Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, oh her god

It’s everybody’s god, it’s everybody’s god, it’s everybody’s god, it’s

Everybody’s god

The worlds collide, but all that I want is a shady lane.

Shady Land- Pavement

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Blind Willie Johnson - Motherless Children (Circa 1928):

Well, well, well, ah

A motherless children have a hard time

Motherless children have a hard time, mother's dead

They'll not have anywhere to go, wanderin' around from door to door

Have a hard time

Nobody on earth can take a mother's place when, when mother is dead, Lord

Nobody on earth takes mother's place when, mother's dead

Nobody on earth takes mother's place,

when you were startin', paved the way

Nobody treats you like mother will when

Your wife or husband may be good to you, when mother is dead, Lord

They'll be good to you, mother's dead

A wife or a husband may be good to you,

but, better than nothing has proved untrue

Nobody treats you like mother will when, when mother is dead, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord

Yeah, well, ah

Well, some people say that sister will do, when mother is dead

That sister will do when mother's dead

Some people say that sister will do,

but, as soon as she's married, she turn her back on you

Nobody treats you like mother will

And father will do the best he can, when mother is dead, Lord

Well, the best he can when mother is dead

Father will do the best he can,

so many things a father can't understand

Nobody treats you like mother will

A motherless children have a hard time, when mother is dead, Lord

Motherless children have a hard time, mother's dead

They'll not have anywhere to go,

Wanderin' around from door to door

Have a hard time

----

These lyrics do not even begin to do this song, or Blind Willie himself, justice. I suggest any of you to look this man up; who is often hailed as the greatest gospel slide guitarist.

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TAKING BACK SUNDAY LYRICS

"Cute Without The 'E' (Cut From The Team)"

Your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother Angel

I know exactly what goes on

When everything you'll get is

everything that you've wanted, princess

(well which would you prefer)

My finger on the trigger, or

(me face down, down across your floor)

Me face down, down across your floor

(me face down, down across your floor)

Well just so long as this thing's loaded

And will you tell all your friends

you've got your gun to my head

This all was only wishful thinkin,

this all was only wishful thinkin

And will you tell all your friends

you've got your gun to my head

This all was only wishful thinkin,

this all was only wishful thinkin

let's go...

Don't bother trying to explain Angel

I know exactly what goes on when you're on and

How about I'm outside of your window

(how about I'm outside of your window)

Watchin him keep the details covered

You're such a sucker (you're such a sucker)

for a sweet talker, yeah

And will you tell all your friends

you've got your gun to my head

This all was only wishful thinkin,

this all was only wishful thinkin

(the only thing that I regret is that I, I never let you hold me back)

And will you tell all your friends

you've got your gun to my head

This all was only wishful thinkin,

this all was only wishful thinkin

Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens

A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins

I wil never ask if you don't ever tell me

I know you well enough to know you never loved me

Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens

A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins

I will never ask if you don't ever tell me

I know you well enough to know you never loved me

Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens

A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins

I will never ask if you don't ever tell me

I know you well enough to know...

Why can't I feel anything

from anyone other than you?

Why can't I feel anything

from anyone other than you?

And all of this was all your fault

And all of this

(I stay jealous)

I stay wrecked and jealous for this,

for this simple reason

I just need to keep you in mind

as something larger than life

(she'll destroy us all before she's through

and find a way to blame somebody else)

I stay wrecked and jealous for this,

for this simple reason

I just need to keep you in mind

as something larger than life

(she'll destroy us all before she's through

and find a way to blame somebody else)

I stay wrecked and jealous for this,

for this simple reason

I just need to keep you in mind

as something larger than life

this is one of the best songs out there from one over the gettest bands in the world

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There's a guy in the place

He's got a bittersweet face

And he goes by the name of Ebeneezer Goode

His friends call him Eezer and he is the main geezer

And he'll vibe about the place

Like no other man could

He's refined, sublime, he makes you feel fine

Though very much maligned and misunderstood

But if you know Eezer he's a real crowd pleaser

He's ever so good, he's Ebeneezer Goode

You can see that he's mysterious,

Mischievious and devious

As he circulates amongst the people in the place

But once you know he's fun

And something of a genius

He gives a grin that grows around

From face to face to face

Backwards and then forwards,

Forwards and then backwards

Eezer is the geezer who loves to muscle in

That's about the time the crowd

All shout the name of Eezer

As he's kotcheled in the corner,

Laughing by the bass bin

Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode

He's Ebeneezer Goode

Has anybody got any veras?

Lovely

Ya ha ha ha ha ha

Ya ha ha ha ha ha

A great philosopher once wrote

"Naughty naughty very naughty"

Ha ha ha ha ha

Ebeneezer Goode, leading light of the scene

Know what I mean - see

He created the vibe,

He takes you for a ride and as if by design

The party ignites like he's comin alive

He takes you to the top, shakes you all around

Then back down, you know as he gets mellow

Then as smooth as the groove

That is making you move

He glides into your mind with a sunny "Hello!"

A gentleman of leisure,

He's there for your pleasure

But go easy on old Eezer

He's the love you could lose

Extraordinary fellow, like Mr. Punchinello

He's the kind of geezer who must never be abused

When you're in town and Ebeneezer is around

You can sense a presence

In the sound of the crowd

He gets them all at it, the party starts rocking

The people get excited it's time to shout loud

Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode

He's Ebeneezer Goode

Ya ha ha ha

Ya ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha

Wicked

Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode

He's Ebeneezer Goode

Ebeneezer Goode by The Shamen

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hmmmm it was a hard battle for my fav song of the moment... i will now list the poor souls who never made it.... Buck-o-Nine : Irish Drinking song; Dropkick Murphy's : Drinking and Driving, Finnegan's Wake; Rancid: California Sun, Salvation.

Then it came to a hard fought battle between two standouts, Rancid: Poison; and The Ataris: San Dimas Highschool Football Rules...

but in the end there could be only one victor...

:punk: :punk: :punk: RANCID :punk: :punk: :punk:

Poison...

Like Chaucer's

Canterbury tales

When three men find a pot of gold

and end up killing one another in the name of greed

Some people are poison

Under my skin like opium

And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Yeah there poison

Admissions of liabilities

I'm living in my own private cold war

In a room full of spies and I cannot find the door

Some people are poison

Under my skin like opium

And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Yeah there poison

The violent aspects of a tattered man

Let me respond to that if i can

Illuminated Manuscripts written by hand

Accusations have been made form the very beginning

Some people are poison

Under my skin like opium

And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

Yeah there ######in Poison!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thank you for reading and we now return you to your normal veiwing.

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Staind- So Far Away

This is my life

It's not what it was before

All these feelings I've shared

And these are my dreams

That I'd never lived before

Somebody shake me 'cause I

I must be sleeping

Chorus

Now that we're here, it's so far away

All the struggle we thought was in vain

And all the mistakes, one life contained

They all finally start to go away

And now that we're here, it's so far away

And I feel like I can face the day

And I can forgive

And I'm not ashamed to be

The Person that I am today

These are my words

That I've never said before

I think I'm doing okay

And this is the smile

That I've never shown before

Somebody shake me 'cause I

I must be sleeping

Chorus (altered)

Now that we're here, it's so far away

All the struggle we thought was in vain

And all the mistakes, one life contained

They all finally start to go away

And now that we're here, it's so far away

And I feel like I can face the day

I can forgive

And I'm not ashamed to be

The Person that I am today

I'm so afraid of waking

Please don't shake me

Afraid of waking

Please don't shake me

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Eddie James "Son" House Jr.

My Black Mama

Part One - (Circa 1930)

Oh, black mama, what's the matter with you?

Said, if it ain't satisfactory, don't care what I do

Hey, mama, what's the matter with you?

Said, if it ain't satisfactory, baby, don't care what I do

You take a brownskin woman'll make a rabbit move to town

Say, but a jet-black woman'll make a mule kick his stable down

Oh, a brownskin woman will make a rabbit move to town

Oh, but a real black woman'll make a mule kick his stable down

Say, t'ain't no heaven, say, there ain't no burnin' hell

Say, where I'm going when I die, can't nobody tell

Oh, there ain't no heaven, now, there ain't no burnin' hell

Oh, where I'm going when I die, can't nobody tell

Well, my black mama's face shine like the sun

Oh, lipstick and powder sure won't help her none

My black mama's face shine like the sun

Oh, lipstick and powder, well, they sure won't help her none

Well, you see my milk cow, tell her to hurry home

I ain't had no milk cow since that cow been gone

If you see my milk cow, tell her to hurry home

Yeah, I ain't had no milk cow since that cow been gone

Well, I'm going to the race track to see my pony run

He ain't the best in the world, but he's a runnin' son-of-a-gun

I'm going to the race track to see my pony run

He ain't the best in the world, but he's a runnin' son-of-a-gun

Oh, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul

Wouldn't mistreat you, baby, for my weight in gold

Oh, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul

Wouldn't mistreat you, baby, for my weight in gold

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