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    Up until about 1985, it was acceptable to drive with a beer or cocktail in your lap in TX. As long as you weren't real effed-up, it was OK.



    When you're driving down the highway at night
    And you're feelin' that wild turkey's bite
    Don't give Johnny Walker a ride
    'Cause Jack Black is right by your side
    You might get taken to the jailhouse and find
    You've been arrested for driving while blind

    Now just the other night with nothin' to do
    We broke a case of proof 102
    And started itchin' for that wonderful feel
    Of rollin' in an automobile
    You could say we was out of our mind
    And let me tell you we were flyin' while blind

    Then they had us up against the wall
    Hey it's only blood grain alcohol
    And there ain't no cause for alarm
    We ain't out to do nobody no harm
    How could anyone be so unkind
    To arrest a man for drivin' while blind

    Songwriters: FRANK BEARD, BILLY GIBBONS, DUSTY HILL
     
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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
     
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    "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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    The Bard`s Song...Blind Guardian
     
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    Skalds and Shadows...Blind Guardian
     
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    Can I tell you something?
    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
     
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    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
     
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    Substitute "Austin" with "Klendathu"

     
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    You may want to don yer headphones.
    If not, crank it and put your head in the center.
     
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    Buddy
     
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    YES, themins is ALL single-strokes....

    Kids, you just got served.....

     
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    Who here plays drums?


     
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    Who?
    Here is uncle Carl:
     
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    Terry:
     
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    Keith Moon?
     
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    Keith was a baddass. He was not a technical baddass.
    He was a flailer.
    God bless Keith!
     
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    he had soul...and balls.
     
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    When you're asleep they may show you
    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
     
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    He had six testicles. BIG ones....
     
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    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
     
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    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
     
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    Beeth-Oven:
     
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    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
     
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    Hypnophone Gold Contributor Member For 2 Years Unlisted Vendor

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    Heads UP!!!

     
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    God Bless Randy California.

     
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    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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    DWEEZIL ZAPPA:

     
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    Ms. Trixy Plentiful Feasts and Happy Holidays to All VU Donator Gold Contributor Member For 1 Year ECF Refugee Unlisted Vendor

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    Here's something you don't hear every day. Just TWO MONTHS AGO, September 2017.
    Don't forget The Speakeasy!
    Amazing Performance!

     
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