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Did you ever hear the story
That happened not long ago
'Bout the man with a tan:
El diablo de Mexico?
And this man played his hand
And he lived by the luck of the draw;
Now and then and again,
Found him steppin' outside of the law
Hey, hey!
And his fortune he had made
let him live high on the hog
Til the day of the raid
When they hunted him like a dog.
He was out on the run,
Knowing he could get by,
'Cause the men killed in sin
were not there to testify.
Hey, hey!
He was caught, he was bound
In La Casa de Calaboose.
He was tried; he was found
And readied for the noose.
But the break he would make,
It didn't turn out so well.
And the hombre called "Diablo"
Bid his last farewell.
Songwriters: DUSTY HILL, FRANK BEARD
"We are approaching a darkness in the land. Boys and girls are emerging from every level of school with certificates and degrees, but they can't read, write or calculate. We don't have academic honesty or intellectual rigor. Schools have abandoned integrity and rigor."
His quote is from the 1940s.
Conditions are like, much, uhhhh, like, uhhhh, like worse, like uuuh like now.
Indeed, we like, are like, doomed.
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Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My word's but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal destruction the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
And you shake your head
And say it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night
We'll make a man of him, put him to a trade
Teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain
The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
But the master of the house is far away
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need
The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run
What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late
Your bread and water's going cold
Your hair is too short and neat
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone
You meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
Your rings upon your fingers
And your downy little sidies
And your silver-buckle shoes
Playing at the hard case
You follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules
So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way
Well! Make your will and testament
Won't you? Join your local government
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars
And you wonder who to call on
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease
We'll take the child from him
Put it to the test
Teach it to be a wise man
How to fool the rest
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
Cats are on the upgrade
Upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac
In the clear white circles of morning wonder
I take my place with the lord of the hills
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention
While queuing for sarnies at the office canteen
Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie:
He coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win
The legends (worded in
The ancient tribal hymn)
Lie cradled in the seagull's call
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun
And signal for the crack of dawn
Light the sun. Light the sun
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night
And fully pregnant with the day
Wise men endorse the poet's sight
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life
Of your love and the cut of the knife
The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
The desire to kill or be killed
Let me sing of the losers who lie
In the street as the last bus goes by
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
While the fool toasts his god in the sky
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
And join your voices in a hellish chorus
Mark the precise nature of your fear
Let me help you pick up your dead
As the sins of the father are fed
With the blood of the fools
And the thoughts of the wise and
From the pan under your bed
Let me make you a present of song
As the wise man breaks wind and is gone
While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
And the nursery rhyme winds along
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
And join your voices in a hellish chorus
Mark the precise nature of your fear
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
And the hour of judgement draweth near
Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
Or the wiser man who rushes clear
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super-crooks
And show us all the way
Well! Make your will and testament
Won't you? Join your local government
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
Songwriters: Ian Anderson
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Got to tell you one thing.
If you expect the freedom
That you say is yours,
Prove that you deserve it.
Help us to preserve it,
Or being free will just be
Words and nothing more.
Songwriters: DAVID C HOPE, PHIL EHART, RICHARD JOHN WILLIAMS, STEVE WALSH
WE WANT YOUR SOUL
Your cellphone your wallet your time your ideas
No barcode no party no iodine no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your timeoff, your fashions,your sex your goatse your grass your tits, your ass your laughs your highs, we write it all
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Tell us Your Habits, Your Facts, Your Fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your skedule, your desktop, your details, your life.
Show us your children, your photos, your home.
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on two
Well show you things well show you swings
We'll buy you things,llamas,big yard birds
Well sell you crap well charge you fat
Were gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Your thoughts Your emotions Your loves Your dreams Your checkbook Your essecnse Your sweat Your screams Your security Your soberiety Your innocence innocence society your self Your place Your distance Your space
Go back to bed america your government is in control again here watch this shut up...you are free to do as we tell you.....you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul
Here's boy bands here's matters, here's Britney, here's Cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some plur
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's Timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Go back to bed america your government is in control again here heres amerikan gladiators watch this shut up...go back to bed america heres amerikan gladiators here is 56 channels of it, watch these picturary retards bang their fuckin` skulls together & congratualte you on living in the land of freedom here you go america you are free to do as we tell you.....you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul x 5
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
No cookies no stray no drop-outs no gays no leftys no no lunnies no opinions no way no bankers no teachers no facts no freaks
No skaters no tweekers no truth
Songwriters: ADAM CHARLES FREELAND, DAMIAN TAYLOR
No barcode no party no iodine no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your timeoff, your fashions,your sex your goatse your grass your tits, your ass your laughs your highs, we write it all
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Tell us Your Habits, Your Facts, Your Fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your skedule, your desktop, your details, your life.
Show us your children, your photos, your home.
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on two
Well show you things well show you swings
We'll buy you things,llamas,big yard birds
Well sell you crap well charge you fat
Were gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Your thoughts Your emotions Your loves Your dreams Your checkbook Your essecnse Your sweat Your screams Your security Your soberiety Your innocence innocence society your self Your place Your distance Your space
Go back to bed america your government is in control again here watch this shut up...you are free to do as we tell you.....you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul
Here's boy bands here's matters, here's Britney, here's Cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some plur
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's Timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Go back to bed america your government is in control again here heres amerikan gladiators watch this shut up...go back to bed america heres amerikan gladiators here is 56 channels of it, watch these picturary retards bang their fuckin` skulls together & congratualte you on living in the land of freedom here you go america you are free to do as we tell you.....you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul x 5
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
No cookies no stray no drop-outs no gays no leftys no no lunnies no opinions no way no bankers no teachers no facts no freaks
No skaters no tweekers no truth
Songwriters: ADAM CHARLES FREELAND, DAMIAN TAYLOR
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You may want to don yer headphones.
If not, crank it and put your head in the center.
If not, crank it and put your head in the center.
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Buddy
YES, themins is ALL single-strokes....
Kids, you just got served.....
Kids, you just got served.....
Who here plays drums?
Who?
Here is uncle Carl:
Here is uncle Carl:
Bill:
Terry:
The Master:
Keith Moon?
Keith was a baddass. He was not a technical baddass.
He was a flailer.
God bless Keith!
he had soul...and balls.
Aerial views of the ground,
Freudian slumber empty of sound.
Over the rooftops and houses,
Lost as it tries to be seen,
Fields of incentive covered with green.
Mesmerized children are playing,
Meant to be seen but not heard,
"Stop me from dreaming!"
"Don't be absurd!"
"Well if we can help you we will,
You're looking tired and ill.
As I count backwards
Your eyes become heavier still.
Sleep, won't you allow yourself fall?
Nothing can hurt you at all.
With your consent
I can experiment further still."
Madrigal music is playing,
Voices can faintly be heard,
"Please leave this patient undisturbed."
Sentenced to drift far away now,
Nothing is quite what it seems,
Sometimes entangled in your own dreams.
"Well, if we can help you we will,
Soon as you're tired and ill.
With your consent
We can experiment further still.
Well, thanks to our kindness and skill
You'll have no trouble until
You catch your breath
And the nurse will present you the bill!"
Songwriters: ANTHONY BANKS, STEVE HACKETT
He had six testicles. BIG ones....
The sun had been up for a couple of hours,
Covered the ground with a layer of gold.
Spirits were high and the raining had stopped,
The larder was low, But boy that wasn't all.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Couldn't get them very far.
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised.
Out on the road in the direction of Perth,
Backwards and forwards in a circle they went.
Found a city half open and ready to greet,
The conquering heros, with blisters on their feet.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Somehow got them all this far.
Daddy! You Promised, You Promised.
See the Stewart are dressed up
He's got eyes in the back of his head.
Who came in a cockleshell boat
That could only just float,
Couldn't even lift a sword.
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine.
Daddy you've got to go!
Here come the bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay
One wave of his funny old stick,
There's a band of light across your eyes.
Waited a week still they hadn't appeared,
That glorious timing that everyone feared.
So they're riding along on the crest of a wave,
They're headed for London, And that will be their grave
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Well he couldn't get them down that far
Daddy! I'm waiting, I'm waiting
Time to go to bed now
Never seems too keen
To be a guest now
In a house of dreams
Flying from a hillside
Beckoning the trees
A sailboat's awning
Mimicking the breeze
I'm fighting gravity falling
My Daddy won't let them get me
A voice screams seems to be calling
The face turns features are burning.
Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand alone.
Bury your memories bury your friends,
Leave it alone for a year or two.
Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true,
Then do it again. Some Things never end.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Won't be going very far.
You Promised, You Promised, You Promised.
DADDY!
Songwriters: MICHAEL RUTHERFORD, STEVEN HACKETT, TONY BANKS
No time to stop, keep on movin'
The whole world is to see
No time to think of things that I am missing
Wherever I go
Black cloud's following me
Each and every town
I'm father's last relation
Doing what I can just to eat
Never 'wanna settle down
I ain't got the patience
Wherever I go
Black cloud's following me
I'm a citizen of no where
The sky's above my head
I wonder where the grass grows
Looking through the sunshine
'Til my judgement day, my judgement day
Wherever I go
Black cloud's following me, yeah
Oh, it's following me around
Don't leave me be
No time to think of the things that I am missing
I've got to keep on moving along, babe
You know I can't settle down, or I'd be dead
Come, come, come here
No time to stop, keep on movin'
'Cause all the world is to see
No time to think
The thing that I am missing
Wherever I go
The black cloud's following me
I'm a citizen of nowhere
The sky's above my head
I wonder where the grass grows
Looking through the sunshine
'Til my judgement day, my judgement day
Wherever I go
Black cloud's following me
You know it's following, following, following me
Never let me go
Keep on moving
We have got to make it
We are going to take it, yeah
We are going to take it I am not 'gonna make it
Never talk to a rich man, yeah
Beeth-Oven:
You're bound to think I'm on the shore
From a sea that never came
Now's the time to find the time
I've done what has to be done
Voices call the nameless one
Crying all of the time
Tales of no one in my sleep
Stepping out into the night
Heard you said you saw Medusa
The one with the head of fire
Heard the legend of Medusa
Lies in the devil's sighs
I've got myself to blame
Through talking to your brother
Too late to say I'll stay
Too late to say I'll bother
Take out your thorn and speak
Afraid you are to keep
Flailling forces fail
Now wake before you sleep
You said you saw Medusa
She was looking down on you
But the legend of Medusa
Soon be with you
You're bound to think I'm on the shore
From a sea that almost came
There's no time to find the time
I've done what has to be done
I've done what has to be done
I have done
I have done
I have done
I have done
I have done
I have done
I, I, I have done what has to be done
Now I've got to find a way home
Take a good look at my face
There is no more
From a sea that never came
Now's the time to find the time
I've done what has to be done
Voices call the nameless one
Crying all of the time
Tales of no one in my sleep
Stepping out into the night
Heard you said you saw Medusa
The one with the head of fire
Heard the legend of Medusa
Lies in the devil's sighs
I've got myself to blame
Through talking to your brother
Too late to say I'll stay
Too late to say I'll bother
Afraid you are to keep
Flailling forces fail
Now wake before you sleep
You said you saw Medusa
She was looking down on you
But the legend of Medusa
Soon be with you
You're bound to think I'm on the shore
From a sea that almost came
There's no time to find the time
I've done what has to be done
I've done what has to be done
I have done
I have done
I have done
I have done
I have done
I have done
I, I, I have done what has to be done
Now I've got to find a way home
Take a good look at my face
There is no more
Heads UP!!!
God Bless Randy California.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first
(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?,
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?,
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
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Huh?
Strap yourself in.
At about the 3:00 mark, the best jam ever starts.
I will NEVER steer you wrong.
At about the 3:00 mark, the best jam ever starts.
I will NEVER steer you wrong.
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Hey there Pulse, Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck....