Best song lyrics....

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well this is my all time fav and im only 15 love queen lol lol lol as you seen from my sig probbally....

 

best song ever in my opinion

 

the best part f the song i think

 

I see a little silhouetto of a man,

Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-

Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-

Galileo,galileo,

Galileo galileo

Galileo figaro-magnifico-

But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-

He’s just a poor boy from a poor family-

Spare him his life from this monstrosity-

Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-

Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-

Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go

Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go

Will not let you go-let me go

Will not let you go let me go

No,no,no,no,no,no,no-

Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

 

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-

So you think you can love me and leave me to die-

Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby-

Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

 

happy hunting

 

sbs

[J Darcy 5,871]

Ah, this one brings back memories...

Yo, vip, let’s kick it!

 

Ice ice baby, ice ice baby

All right stop, collaborate and listen

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop? yo -- I don’t know

Turn off the lights and I’ll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

 

Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms

I’m killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly, when I play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it, you better gain way

You better hit bull’s eye, the kid don’t play

If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it

Check out the hook while my dj revolves it

[gnipper 6,088]

Bloodhound Gang, She ain't got no legs

 

Yeah

The First Time I Saw You Darling I Knew I Was In Love

Tell Her Daddy

The Way You Took Your Wheelchair Up That Handicap Ramp

Mmm, It's A Mind Blower

But Now Baby I Miss Ya I Miss Ya

I Miss All The Times We Played Marco Polo In The Pool

Oh Yeah

Hide And Go Seek Beneath The Sheets

Oh Yeah

And Just The Smell Of The Oil In Your Wheelchair

I Remember The Day I Saw You Hobbling

A Weeble Wobbling You Had A Problem

You Didn't Have Any Legs Just A Smile And Some Stumps

No Smelly Feet A Torso To Hump

No Baby Love Yeah That's What We'd Be Making

Ride You Like A Sit And Spin Until Your Stumps Started Aching

Spin You Around Yeah Roll You Nearyeah

Turn You Upside Down To Hold My Beer

You Ain't Got No Legs But I Love You Just The Same Oh Baby

You Ain't Got No Legs But I Love You Just The Same

They Say Nothing Beats A Great Pair Of Legs But Somehow

Baby The Day You Walked Out Of My Life There's Nothing

I Wanted More Than, Than For You To Come Crawling Back To Me

When We Started Going Together People Said They Couldn't Believe It

That I Could Be So Happy With A Quadriplegic

We Would Wake Up Real Early And You Could Make Me Some Eggs Mmm

Girl I Didn't Care If You Ain't Got No Legs

I Loved You For You And You Loved Me For Me Oh Yeah

Wasn't Really Hard For Those More Fortunate To See

That The First Time We Made Love It Was Such A Wonderful Feeling

The Way The Suspension Wires Held You 'Cross The Ceiling

When You Rolled Out Of My Life

My Heart Just Broke

I Can Still Hear The Noise Of The Squeaks In Your Spokes

You Ain't Got No Legs But I Love You Just The Same Oh Baby

You Ain't Got No Legs But I Love You Just The Same

[swanseajack 227]

I'm gonna clear out my head

I'm gonna get myself straight

I know it's never too late

To make a brand new start

 

 

I'm gonna kick down the door

I'm gonna get myself in

I'm gonna fix up the yard

And not fall back again

 

 

I'm gonna clear up my earth

And build a heaven off the ground

Not something distant on a cloud

But something real to me

But something real to me

 

 

All that I can I can be

All that I am I can't see

All that is mine is in my hands

So to myself I call

 

 

There's somewhere else I should be

There's someone else I can't see

There's something more I can find

There's only love to me

 

 

I'm gonna clean up my earth

And build a heaven off the ground

Not something distant on a cloud

But something real to me

But something real to me

 

 

I'm gonna clean up my head

I'm gonna get myself straight

I feel it's never too late

To make a brand new start

To make a brand new start

To make a brand new start

[madhunter 16]

I disagree with you on that one my love........."Back home in Derry" is the finest.......

hawkeye got to agree roll of honour is good but shall my soul pass? or adian mc anespie is better

[dEs 6]

Heres one of my favourite ''hunting'' song lyrics anyway.. I've only heard it sung once, which was about 3 years ago when i was first over in fell country but it was amazing and it stuck with me. I don't know the exact tune but thanks to another site i was able to get the words. I heard it recited the year after (The guy that sang it wasn't there) but it just wasn't the same.. If anyone knows the tune i would be truly grateful. I've heard rumours theres someone from the Pennine sings it???? Baldie may know....??

 

Just reading it gives you the jitters but you wanna hear it sung

 

The Old Blue Pye.

 

I'm a lean old, mean old sight in a street

With a foolish, ghoulish glare at a man,

And my kennel mates look grand at a meet

With a bloom on the Belvoir tan.

And they sneer and gape at my colour and shape

And my veteran, villainous bloodshot eye,

For the crowds that swarm round fashion and form

Pass over the old Blue Pye.

 

CHORUS:

But the huntsman knows what a hound can do,

And he knows that I know that he knows it, too.

He knows my voice on a fox is true,

And the blood of a fox my joy -

So I clear my way through the thick of the pack,

To where he sits on the bay mare's back,

With his 'Poor old Vagabond, Vagabond, Vagabond,

Poor old Vagabond boy'

 

I'm a hard old, scarred old, quarrelsome brute,

I'm a peevish, thievish, bundle of bone,

But I'll speak to a fox when the rest are mute

On a line as cold as stone.

Oh, the Belvoir blood is gallant and true

On a scent you could eat when it hangs breast high,

But the casting vote on a doubtful note

Is left to the old Blue pye

 

CHORUS:

And the huntsman knows what a hound can do,

And he knows that I know that he knows it, too.

He knows my voice on a fox is true

And the blood of a fox my joy -

So clear the way for the pick of the pack

When he waves us in from the bay mare's back,

With his 'Leu Leu Vagabond, Vagabond, Vagabond,

Leu Leu Vagabond boy'

 

I'm a stinking, blinking beast on a bench,

I'm a sulking, hulking bully at home,

But I'm king of the sport of kings as I wrench

Thro' the woods where the red rogues roam,

And my fine sleek mates must bury their hates

And gather and gallop to get to the cry

When the brushwood rocks and the word is fox,

On the faith of the old Blue pye.

 

CHORUS:

For the huntsman knows what a hound can do,

And he knows that I know that he knows it, too,

He knows my voice on a fox true,

And the blood of a fox my joy -

So clear your way to the pick of the pack

When he wakes the woods from the bay mare's back

With his 'Huick to Vagabond, Huick to Vagabond,

Oh, huick to Vagabond boy!'

 

I'm a creepy, sleepy slug in the straw,

But endure as sure as fate on the line

And a fox must make the most of his law

When the set of his mask is mine.

And the riders troop to the shrill 'Who-whoop!'

On staggering horses, and steeds that sigh

As word goes round that a fox was found

And killed by the old Blue Pye.

 

CHORUS:

For the huntsman know what a hound can do,

And he knows that I know that he knows it, too,

He knows my voice on a fox is true,

And the blood of a fox my joy -

As he fights his way to the thick of the pack

Where my jaws are crushing a wet red back,

With his 'Leave him Vagabond, Vagabond, Vagabond

Leave him Vagabond boy'

 

 

Good Hunting..

[FATNECK 0]

All you punks and all you teds

National Front and Natti dreds

Mods, rockers, hippies and skinheads

Keep on fighting 'till you're dead

 

Who am I to say?

Who am I to say?

Am I just a hypocrite?

Another piece of your bullshit

Am I the dog the bit, the hand of the man that feeds it?

 

Do the dog, do the dog

Do the dog, not the donkey

Do the dog, don't be a jerk

Do the dog, watch who you work for

Do the do the do the do the dog

Everybody's doing the dog

 

Take your F.A. aggravation

Fight it out on New Street station

Master racial masturbation

Causes National Front frustration

 

Who am I to say?

To the IRA

To the UDA

Soldier boy from UK

Am I just a hypocrite?

Another piece of your bullshit

Am I the dog the bit, the hand of the man that feeds it?

 

Do the dog, do the dog

Do the dog, not the donkey

Do the dog, don't be a jerk

Do the dog, watch who you work for

Do the do the do the do the dog

Do the do the do the do the dog

Do the do the do the do the dog

Everybody's doing the dog

 

HOW BOUT THAT

 

SHAM 69 LYRICS

 

"Hersham Boys"

 

Robin Hood, Robin Hood here we are again

 

Living each day outside the law

Trying not to do what we did before

Country slag with the Bow Bell voice

So close to the city we ain't got much choice

 

Council estates or tower blocks

Wherever you live you get the knocks

But the people round here they are so nice

Stop being naughty take our advice

 

Hersham boys, Hersham boys

Lace up boots and corduroys

Hersham boys, Hersham boys

They call us the Cockney cowboys

 

It's down to the hop for the local girls

The're not beauty queens but they're our pearls

But when you go to bed tonight

Don't worry about us, we're alright

 

Hersham boys, Hersham boys

Lace up boots and corduroys

Hersham boys, Hersham boys

They call us the Cockney cowboys

 

?

?

 

That's right guvnor Jack the lad

Know what I mean, eh

Know what I mean

 

Hersham boys, Hersham boys

Lace up boots and corduroys

Hersham boys, Hersham boys

They call us the Cockney cowboys

 

 

ANOTHER CLASSIC

[spade 224]

J EDGAR HOOVER WAS A SINISTER MAN

HE HAD A SINISTER FACE

HE HAD A SINISTER PLAN

AND THOUGH HE WAS SINISTER IT MUST BE SAID

J EDGAR HOOVER NEVER HOOVERED MY HEAD

 

LAST NIGHT MY WIFE HOOVERED MY HEAD

LAST NIGHT MY WIFE HOOVERED MY HEAD

HOOVERING AROUND

HOOVERING ABOUT

MY WIFE GOT THE HOOVER AND MY HAIR FELL OUT

LAST NIGHT MY WIFE HOOVERED MY HEAD

 

 

OR HOW ABOUT THIS.....

 

BORN TO BE A BROWNIE

BORN TO BE A BROWNIE

BORN TO BE A BROWNIE AND TO FROLIC IN THE WOODS

BORN TO BE A BROWNIE

BORN TO BE A BROWNIE

WHEN IT COMES TO BEING A BROWNIE

I'LL DELIVER THE GOODS

 

OR EVEN.......

 

I GOT ON BOARD THE CHOO CHOO TRAIN

IT WAS BOUND FOR WATERLOO

PACKED WITH PEOPLE FAT AND THIN

NOWHERE TO PUT MY BOTTOM, MY BOTTOM

 

AND SO I STOMPED UPTO THE GUARD AND I POKED HIM IN THE EYE

HERE IS ME

HERE'S MY TICKET AND A SEAT YOU MUST SUPPLY

COS I'M A TRAINSPOTTER

A TRAINSPOTTER

OH YES A TRAIN SPOTTER

TRAIN WHOOOH WHOOOH

 

 

ALL THESE LYRICS FROM ONE OF THE BEST GROUPS AROUND DURING THE MID 'S TO EARLY 90'S WHO UNFORTUNATELY NEVER MADE IT BIG.

 

ANYBODY KNOW WHO THEY ARE?????

[logman 0]

10 POINTS TO ANYONE WITHOUT USING GOOGLE WHO KNOWS WHAT TV SHOW HAD THE FOLLOWING LYRICS TO ITS TITLES.....

 

 

.When darkness falls,

Leaving shadows in the night,

Don't be afraid,

Wipe that fear from your eyes.

 

If a desperate love

Keeps on driving you wrong,

Don't be afraid,

You're not alone . . .

 

[Chorus:]

You can run with us!

We've got everything you need . . .

Run with us!

We are free!

Come with us!

I see passion in your eyes . . .

Run with us!

 

 

a classic....

Far to easy my freind, The Racoons.

[Guest ferretlass]

Brain Damage

(Waters) 3:50

 

The lunatic is on the grass.

The lunatic is on the grass.

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.

Got to keep the loonies on the path.

 

The lunatic is in the hall.

The lunatics are in my hall.

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And every day the paper boy brings more.

 

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

 

The lunatic is in my head.

The lunatic is in my head

You raise the blade, you make the change

You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.

You lock the door

And throw away the key

There's someone in my head but it's not me.

 

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear.

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

 

"I can't think of anything to say except...

I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"

[ruby 7]

Shout if you will, but that just won't do.

I for one would rather follow softer options.

I'll take the easy line, another a sip of wine,

and if I ignore the face you wore it's just a way of

mine to keep from flying colours.

 

I thought we had it out the night before,

and settled old scores but not the hard way.

Was it a glass too much,or a smile too few?

Did our friends all catch the needle match-

did we want them to?

In a fanct restaurant we were all aglow

keeping cool by mutual permission.

How did the conversation get to where we came to blows?

 

We were set up in a red condition

and again were flying colours.

 

Shout-but you see it still won't do.

With my colours on I can be just as bad as you.

Have I had a glass too much?Did I give a smile too few?

Did our friends all catch the needle match-

did we want them to?

We act our parts so well like we wrote the play

All so predictable and we know it.

 

We'll settle old scores now,and settle the hard way.

You may not even live to outgrow it!

Once again were flying colours.

 

Lyrics from Flying Colours off the Broadsword and The Beast album by Jethro Tull

 

Ruby

[Jordan 1]

Sorry lads pink floys fan myself :

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,

blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have you found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

 

Or some metallica :

Say your prayers little one

Dont 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

 

CHORUS

Exit, light

Enter, Night

Take my hand

we're off to never-never land

 

Somethings 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

 

CHORUS

SOLO

Now I lay me down to sleep (x2)

I pray the lord my soul to keep (x2)

If i die before i wake (x2)

I pray the lord my soul to take (x2)

 

Hush little baby, don't say a word

Never mind that noise you heard

It's just the beasts under your bed

In your closet, in your head

 

CHORUS (replacing 'take....land with 'grain of sand)

CHORUS

[spindolero 1,109]

You don't remember Macsen,

Nobody knows him;

Sixteen hundred years

Is too long to remember;

When Magnus Maximus left Wales

In the year 383

He left us a complete nation;

And today -- look at us!

We're still here

We're still here

In spite of everything

In spite of everything

We're still here

Let the wind blow from the East

Let the storm roar from the sea

Let the lightning split the heavens

And the thunder roar its encore

Let the tears of the weak-hearted flow

Let the servile lick the floor

Despite the blackness around us

We are ready for the breaking of the dawn!

We remember that Macsen the Emperor

left our country in one whole piece,

And we will shout before all nations

"We'll be here until the Judgement Day!"

Despite every filthy traitor

Despite old Maggie and her crew,

We'll be here until the end of time,

And the Welsh language will live!

 

[Guest HAWKEYE]

"well this is my all time fav and im only 15 love queen lol lol lol as you seen from my sig probbally....

 

best song ever in my opinion

 

the best part f the song i think"

 

scaramouche scaramouche did you kill the jill dando???

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"well this is my all time fav and im only 15 love queen lol lol lol as you seen from my sig probbally....

 

best song ever in my opinion

 

the best part f the song i think"

 

scaramouche scaramouche did you kill the jill dando???

 

thunder faul a lighting very very frightrning deed.

 

galilaio galilaio

 

lol lol

 

happy hunting

 

sbs