[cite]Posted By: Charlton Dan[/cite]Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses,
And all the king's men,
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
You are sick. Admin, do we have to read this nasty vile kind of stuff?
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar
Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....they fell in love
(Copa Copacabana)
His name was Rico, he wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....she lost her love
(Copa. . Copacabana)
(Copa Copacabana) (Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa Copacabana)
(Talking Havana have a banana)
(Music and passion...always the fash--shun)
Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she's lost her mind!
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....don't fall in love
Ebony Eyes, Everly Brothers, 'Would those with relatives or friends on Flight 12/03 please report to the chapel across the street at once'.....I think that counts as a killing?
-Strangers in the Night (flight 101) - Saxon
About a plane crash...
- Dallas 1PM - Saxon
Assassination of JFK.
-Lost in the Flood - Bruce Springsteen
"And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"
-Wreck on the Highway - Bruce Springsteen
- American Skin (41 Shots) - Bruce Springsteen
41 shots
41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
-Where the Wild Roses Grow - Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue
He took little Susie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
and he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the Home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
We fired our guns but the British kept a comin'.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began a runnin',
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico....
In the vein of "Tell Laura I love Her", "Leader of the Pack" etc, I give you "Now He's Gone" by Mitch Benn and the Distractions. Sung by one of the girls in the group, the first verse goes: His name was Johnny, we met at the junior prom.
My friends all thought he was peachy and so did my mom,
And though he said that he would always stand by me,
somehow I could tell that it was never meant to be.
So I cut the brake cables of his Harley Davidson.
And it carries on in the same manner for another couple of verses - as you can probably tell from the lyrics, he's taking the piss a bit. I would have liked to include "I May Just Have To Murder James Blunt", but he's not very detailed about how, in the song.
A flight of steel eagles tearing by The ripped-silk screaming of the rended sky Flame on through sound and make time fly What a good way to go What a good way to go In the aerospaceage inferno
Fly through the ground like a circus hound Through the burning hoop with just one bound So not even your ashes will be found What a good way to go What a good way to go In the aerospaceage inferno
Set the controls for the heart of the earth The silver machine is worth more than you're worth But the Phoenix soul is bound for rebirth What a good way to go What a good way to go In the aerospaceage inferno
A flight of steel eagles tearing by The ripped-silk screaming of the rended sky Flame on through sound and make time fly What a good way to go What a good way to go In the aerospaceage inferno
Good old Robert Calvert from Captain Lockheed and the Starfighters
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my old lady You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man I'm going down to shoot my old lady You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man And that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down, shot her down, now I said I've heard you shot your old lady down, You shot her down to the ground
Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town And I gave her the gun I SHOT HER!
Hey Joe, alright Shoot her one more time, baby
Hey Joe, said now Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to? Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now? Where you, where you gonna go? Well, dig it
I'm goin' way down south, Way down to Mexico way Alright! I'm goin' way down south, Way down where I can be free Ain't no one gonna find me
Ain't no hangman gonna, He ain't gonna put a rope around me You better believe it right now I gotta go now Hey Joe, you better run on down Good by everybody Hey Joe, uhh Run on down
as already mentioned bt Big William, Johnny Cash, Folsom Prison Blues:-
I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns. But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry
This is just the way of the world Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well he said Fred I just killed a man
Caught him laying with my girlfriend
Now they're both dead, people can be so cold when they're dead
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Comments
by Bob Dylan
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses,
And all the king's men,
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
Filled up with paraffin inside
And despite her medicinal compound
Sadly pickled Lily died....
You are sick. Admin, do we have to read this nasty vile kind of stuff?
A pocket full of posies
Atishoo, atishoo
We all fall down....
Terry - Twinkle
Don't Jump Off The Roof, Dad. - Tommy Cooper
Stagger Lee - Lloyd Price
Honey - Bobby Goldsboro'
Double murder indeed
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar
Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....they fell in love
(Copa Copacabana)
His name was Rico, he wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....she lost her love
(Copa. . Copacabana)
(Copa Copacabana) (Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa Copacabana)
(Talking Havana have a banana)
(Music and passion...always the fash--shun)
Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she's lost her mind!
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....don't fall in love
(Copa) don't fall in love
Copacabana
Copacabana
etc. to end
Paper Lace.
About a plane crash...
- Dallas 1PM - Saxon
Assassination of JFK.
-Lost in the Flood - Bruce Springsteen
"And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"
-Wreck on the Highway - Bruce Springsteen
- American Skin (41 Shots) - Bruce Springsteen
41 shots
41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
-Where the Wild Roses Grow - Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue
He took little Susie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
and he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the Home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
Razor King - Gamma (Ronnie Montrose)
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began a runnin',
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico....
Lonnie Donnegan
Does "Murder on the Dancefloor" count?
His name was Johnny, we met at the junior prom.
My friends all thought he was peachy and so did my mom,
And though he said that he would always stand by me,
somehow I could tell that it was never meant to be.
So I cut the brake cables of his Harley Davidson.
And it carries on in the same manner for another couple of verses - as you can probably tell from the lyrics, he's taking the piss a bit. I would have liked to include "I May Just Have To Murder James Blunt", but he's not very detailed about how, in the song.
The ripped-silk screaming of the rended sky
Flame on through sound and make time fly
What a good way to go
What a good way to go
In the aerospaceage inferno
Fly through the ground like a circus hound
Through the burning hoop with just one bound
So not even your ashes will be found
What a good way to go
What a good way to go
In the aerospaceage inferno
Set the controls for the heart of the earth
The silver machine is worth more than you're worth
But the Phoenix soul is bound for rebirth
What a good way to go
What a good way to go
In the aerospaceage inferno
A flight of steel eagles tearing by
The ripped-silk screaming of the rended sky
Flame on through sound and make time fly
What a good way to go
What a good way to go
In the aerospaceage inferno
Good old Robert Calvert from Captain Lockheed and the Starfighters
written by Tim Rose.
performed by Jimi Hendrix
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
And that ain't too cool
Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your old lady down,
You shot her down to the ground
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town
And I gave her the gun
I SHOT HER!
Hey Joe, alright
Shoot her one more time, baby
Hey Joe, said now
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down to Mexico way
Alright!
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me
Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey Joe, you better run on down
Good by everybody
Hey Joe, uhh
Run on down
The man who couldn't cry by Loudon Wainwright 111, great song.
One of the best, darkest tracks on his second album
I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry
Funnily enough the whole of the Murder Ballads album.
This is just the way of the world Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well he said Fred I just killed a man
Caught him laying with my girlfriend
Now they're both dead, people can be so cold when they're dead
Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Hitcher, hitcher,hitch one ride.
Took your life with a switchblade knife.
He put the secret into your brain
Moments later you died in pain
See the trucks as they scream on by
Your pain reflected in the windshield wipers.
The cold of that moulded steel
If only you had grabbed that wheel.