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MERRRRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL!!!!!

The best song ever.
My Christmas gift to y'all...

Walter Westinghouse went to town
He found a friend today
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as
He heard Walter say

Love me tender, love me sweet
Love me like I love my feet
Sit me down with Ezra Pound
But don't forget to eat

Or cause a country boy to cook
A carrot or a cake
But don't forget the feelings
Of a friend are hard to fake

He lives a life of April leaves
Respondent to the thought that
Often things you caught or bought
Were not the ones you sought

Now his December is a sender
Singing songs he knows
But all the words are cheese and please
And boy, I hope it snows

He buys the bacon and the achin'
In his heart is due
To overcoats and Quaker Oats
And if his wife should sue

Wanda, Wanda where you went and
Tell me what'd you take?
I took the tongue of Philip Jung
And left it in the lake

But my dear I think I fear
That you had lost your way
'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs
Were all he'd let me bake

He said, "Your trust is like a crust
Too brittle and too thin"
I said, "You're full of ****** nuts
And look like Rin Tin Tin"

Is common ground not ever found
But flees from dad to son
Or is it just believing that the
Evening steals the sun?

I said, ?Your snoot is full of poot
And should be in a shoe?
And then I said your stupid bed
Is better off than you

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Huh, what's that, dear? Huh?

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Yes, eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

And he sees the threads of worn out treads
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true

Grand Funk Railroad
Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship
I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick

I've been lost now for days uncounted
And it's months since I've seen home
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Or am I all alone?

If you return me to my home port
I will kiss you Mother Earth
Take me back now, take me back now
To the port of my birth

Am I in my cabin dreaming?
Or are you really scheming
To take my ship away from me?

You'd better think about it
I just can't live without it
So please don't take my ship from me

I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it's tightening around my throat
Heaven help me, Heaven help me
Take this stranger from my boat

I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship

I'm your captain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm your captain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm your captain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm your captain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home
...

Songwriters: Mark Farner

Uncle Terry:

Stop!
Been wrong so many times before
I was always laying down the law
And all attractions were a bore
They led me back to you

Uniforms were an allergy
They never felt quite right to me
They conjured war-time Germany
And God knows we need that

Temptation boundaries will never know
The time when my morale was low
The circumstances always show
The place was yours or mine

Carrying no cross before me
No prize to idolize, no story
To tell of adolescent glory
Just void

Empty spaces, nothing to show
No point of reference, no place to go
But one thing I'd ignored, and so
The light came shining through


Been wrong so many times before
I was always laying down the law
One thing you cannot ignore
Bad boys can come clean

Emotions I could not control
Illuminate my heart and soul
I saw a light, I scored a goal
And what price... peace of mind?

No "like" No "basically".
Only you're miserable ass beeing kicked.

Silence thineselves. Listen:





Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true

Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true?

I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't it?

I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire

You, can't you see he's fooled you all
Yes, he's here again
Can't you see he's fooled you all?
Share his peace, sign the lease
He's a supersonic scientist
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you'll walk inside
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep you snug and warm

Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West
But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors standing still below the ground

Waiting for battle

The fight's begun, they've been released
Killing foe for peace, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
And they've given me a wonderful potion
'Cause I cannot contain my emotion
And even though I'm feeling good
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule

Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate
The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord

Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
We climb up the mountain of human flesh
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you

Social Security took care of this lad
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower
A flower?

If you go down to Willow Farm
To look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it's full of surprise
Everyone lies like the fox on the rocks
And the musical box
Oh, there's Mum and Dad, and good and bad
And everyone's happy to be here

There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag
He used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag
The frog was a prince
The prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird
(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
Hadn't you heard? (they're going to change you into a human being!)
Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese
And wonderfully clean in the morning

We've got everything, we're growing everything
We've got some in, we've got some out
We've got some wild things floating about
Everyone, we're changing everyone
You name them all, we've had them here
And the real stars are still to appear
(All change!)

Feel your body melt
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office
You're all full of ball
Dad to dam to dumb to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing
You're all full of ball

Let me hear your lies, we're living this up to the eyes
Ooh, aah, na-na-na
Momma I want you now

And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause
You've been here all the time
Like it or not, like what you got
You're under the soil (the soil, the soil)
Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!)
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
And all of us fit in our places

With the guards of Magog, swarming around
The Pied Piper takes his children underground
Dragons coming out of the sea
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy

666 is no longer alone
He's getting out the marrow in your backbone
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll
Gonna blow right down inside your soul
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here, far from your loving arms
Now I'm back again
And babe, it's gonna work out fine

Can't you feel our souls ignite?
Shedding ever-changing colours
In the darkness of the fading night
Like the river joins the ocean
As the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home

There's an angel standing in the sun
And he's crying with a loud voice
"This is the supper of the mighty one"
Lord of Lords, King of Kings
Has returned to lead his children home
To take them to the new Jerusalem

Songwriters: MIKE RUTHERFORD,PETER GABRIEL,PHIL COLLINS,STEVE HACKETT,TONY BANKS

Merry Christmas Y'all.

Otay then, Santa says that y'all have been evil litttle bastards.
Shut up and listen to:

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya
At seven pm a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors' cathedral
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'gitche gumee'
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early

Songwriters: GORDON LIGHTFOOT

Evil Woman...

Git Ready...

Trippin' Bawlseses

Yes, they were....

Hey you, Silnence thineself...
Just Listen:

The best song ever.
From the best album ever:
The bestestestest drummer ever:
I Know...

Ahhh... Breathe....

Watch / Listen
Shut thine mouth-hole.

How about some old time rock and roll for us old folks

And another oldie

and another

I fought the law

Huckleberried said:

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Disqualified:
Autotune.
Gay Fish.

Hypnophone said:

Disqualified:
Autotune.
Gay Fish.

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Gay fish?

Hey, there people I'm Bobby Brown,
They say I'm the cutest boy in town!
My car is fast, my teeth are shiny,
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heine!
Here I am at a famous school,
I present sharp and I'm acting cool
I've got a cheerleader here wants to help
With my paper let her do all the work
And maybe later I rape her!

Oh, god I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome son of a bitch,
I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich!
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good)

Womans liberation
Came creeping all across the nation
I tell you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this Dyke by the name of Freddi!
She made a little speech then,
Oh she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice but she left the dick,
I guess it's still hooked on but now it shoots to quick!

Oh, god I am the American dream,
But now I smell like Vaseline
And I'm a miserable son of a bitch
Am I a boy or a lady I don't know which!
(I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder)

So I went out and bought me a leisure suit
I jingling my change but I'm still kind cute
Got a job, doing radio promo,
And none of the jocks can even tell I'm a ****!
Eventually me and a friend,
Sort of drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power,
As long as I get my little golden shower

Oh, god I am the American dream,
With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
An' I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights sayin,' "Thank you, Fred!"
Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic!
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down,
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now; I'm goin' down,

And my name is Bobby Brown,
Watch me now, I'm going down
Haha, yeah, I knew you'd be surprised!

Songwriters: Frank Zappa

Huckleberried said:

Gay fish?

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South Park " Fish Dicks"

The earliest Zappa:

FF to 4:50
Good interview.