Kevin's Watch

That's Black Blade, also from Cultasaurus Erectus. It's my favorite album of theirs.

alrighty then. i'll look for it!!! thanks!

Heh, that's my fav BOC song. Got the mp3 right here.

Lucimay wrote:wow! what's this one??? sounds like Anomander Rake from The Malazan Book of the Fallen!!!! his sword eats souls! i prob'ly need to get out some BOC! (been a LONG time since i listened to any!!!)

It's actually about Elric - was even co-written by Moorcock.

Awesome, awesome song.

Artist: Throwing Muses
Album: Hunkpapa
Title: Fall down


I picked up this lady in a store, she dropped her stuff
And tripped on it, so I picked her up
I said, everybody falls down
Once you meet the man you want
You'll know 'cause you see red
Like making honey 'til he stings you in the head
Fall down fall down
Kate collected postcards when she felt too alone
In case no friends of hers could get her on the phone
Fall down fall down
Her husband was in line behind her
Not everybody falls down
You're so old, I said, what happened?
If you eat your lipstick you consume here jealous rage
They get you in the mouth, those girls
Fall down fall down
Juan collected things in cans, he felt he wasn't safe
See, his girlfriend took some when she went away
Fall down fall down
Nothing ever happens here, I said,
I just wait.
I showed this guy my pictures
He said they didn't breathe
I said I painted them that way
Kind of hanging on his sleeve
Fall down fall down
I showed this girl my stitches
She said she had some too
She said she thinks she'll start a rock band too
Fall down fall down
I hope you fall so fast and hard that you get me

Peel me a grape, crush me some ice
Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You’ve got to wine and dine me

Don’t try to fool me bejewel me
Either amuse me or lose me
I’m getting hungry, peel me a grape

Pop me a cork, french me a fry
Crack me a nut, bring a bowl full of bon-bons
Chill me some wine, keep standing by
Just entertain me, champagne me
Show me you love me, kid glove me
Best way to cheer me, cashmere me
I’m getting hungry, peel me grape

Here’s how to be an agreeable chap
Love me and leave me in luxury’s lap
Hop when I holler, skip when I snap
When I say, ’do it,’ jump to it

Send out for scotch, call me a cab
Cut me a rose, make my tea with the petals
Just hang around, pick up the tab
Never out think me, just mink me
Polar bear rug me, don’t bug me
New thunderbird me, you heard me
I’m getting hungry, peel me a grape

diana krall

25 Or 6 to 4
Chicago
(R. Lamm)


Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Dancing lights againnst the sky
Giving up I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4


Staring blindly into space
Getting up to splash my face
Wanting just to stay awake
Wondering how much I can take
Should have tried to do some more
25 or 6 to 4


Feeling like I ought to sleep
Spinning room is sinking deep
Searching for something to say
Waiting for the break of day
25 or 6 to 4
25 or 6 to 4

Cowboy Song-Thin Lizzy

I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
A starry night, a campfire light
The coyote call, the howling winds wail
So I ride out to the old sundown

I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
Lord, I’m just thinking about a certain female
The nights we spent together riding on the range
Looking back it seems so strange

Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Running free with the buffalo

I was took in Texas I did not know her name
Lord, all these southern girls seem the same
Down below the border in a town in Mexico
I got my job busting broncs for the rodeo

Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Riding in the rodeo

It's OK amigo. let me go
Riding free in the rodeo

Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Riding in the rodeo

Roll me over and set me free
The cowboy’s life is the life for me Yeehaaa!

OMG I double posted--well this sould brighten your day!

(Wish I Could Fly Like) Superman-The Kinks

Woke up this morning, started to sneeze
I had a cigarette and a cup of tea
I looked in the mirror what did I see
A nine stone weakling with knobbly knees
I did my knees bend press ups touch my toes
I had another sneeze and I blew my nose
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest
I had to put on my clothes because it made me depressed
Surely there must be a way
For me to change the shape I'm in
Dissatisfied is what I am
I want to be a better man

Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman
Superman Superman I want to be like Superman
I want to be like Superman
Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman

Woke up this morning, what did I see
A big black cloud hanging over me
I switched on the radio and nearly dropped dead
The news was so bad that I fell out of bed
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike
Got to be a Superman to survive
Gas bills, rent bills, tax bills, phone bills
I'm such a wreck but I'm staying alive

[Look in the paper, what do I see,
Robbery, violence, insanity.]

Hey girl we've got to get out of this place
There's got to be something better than this
I need you, but I hate to see you this way
If I were Superman then we'd fly away
I'd really like to change the world
And save it from the mess it's in
I'm too weak, I'm so thin
I'd like to fly but I can't even swim

Superman Superman I want to fly like Superman
Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman
Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman
Superman Superman I want to be like Superman
Superman Superman I want to fly like Superman

Wishlist

I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a camaro's hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...
I wish...

Smiths - Rusholme Ruffians

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is famous
She is funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass & money

And though I walk home alone
(I might walk home alone ...)
...But my faith in love is still devout

The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side

And though I walk home alone
(I might walk home alone ...)
...But my faith in love is still devout

Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine

And though I walk home alone
(I might walk home alone ...)
...But my faith in love is still devout

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : [/i]"How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"[/i]
La-da La-da, La-la-la

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
La-da-da La-da La-la-la

So, scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
This means you really love me
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
This means you really love me.
(Ohhhh ...)

And though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
La-la-la...

Jesus just left chicago and he’s bound for new orleans.
Well now, jesus just left chicago and he’s bound for new orleans.
hey, hey
Workin’ from one end to the other and all points in between.

Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to california through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, jesus.

You might not see him in person but he’ll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he’ll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don’t have to worry ’cause takin’ care of business is his name.

Waitin' For The Bus

Have mercy, been waitin' for the bus all day.
Have mercy, been waitin' for the bus all day.
I got my brown paper bag and my take-home pay.

Have mercy, old bus be packed up tight.
Have mercy, old bus be packed up tight.
Well, I'm glad just to get on and home tonight.

Right on, that bus done got me back.
Right on, that bus done got me back.
Well, I'll be ridin' on the bus till I Cadillac.

Billy Gibbons & Dusty Hill

Bouncin' Around the Room
The woman was a dream I had though rather hard to keep
For when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep
For when my hand was holding hers, she whispered words and I awoke
And faintly bouncing around the room the echo of whomever spoke
I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room the echo of whomever spoke

The place I saw was far beneath the surface of the sea
My sight was poor but I was sure the sirens sang their songs for me
They dance above me as I sink I see them through a crystal haze
And hear them bouncing round the room the never ending coral maze

That time and once again I'm bouncing around the room

The Esmer wrote:Waitin' For The Bus

Billy Gibbons & Dusty Hill

Esmah! you rock!!! that was a test to see who would be cool enough to post waitin for the bus after jesus just left chicago!! YOU win. you are THE ESMAH!!!

without your jesus, I have no bus, c2.......

you're a peach and a pal!

Looking for the right kind of live free or die...
I want to see your smile through a pay phone
The season has changed
I want to see you in it
The lights that shine are caustic without you.
When we're all passed over
The rhythm of the river will remain
And it will remain
Nicotine and waiting
Just wanted to keep it alive
You turn and before you know it
We're just threading this needle for life
A brighter way is what you prove
Anesthetize is what you do.
When we're all passed over
The rhythm of the river will remain
And it will remain
Someday we'll be together
Farther south than the train line
The Delta mud will be there
We're just living this way
Because we know no other
When we're all passed over
The rhythm of the river will remain
And it will remain
Looking for the right kind of live free or die...

Sweet
Sweet bitter love
The taste still lingers
Going through my helpless fingers
You slipped away
Sweet bitter love

Sweet
Sweet bitter love
What joy you told me
What pain you've brought me
So sure is day
You slipped away
Sweet bitter love

My magic dreams
Have lost their spells
And that was lost
There's an empty shell
Sweet bitter love
Sweet bitter love

Sweet
Sweet bitter love
What have you awakened
And then forsaken
A trusting heart like mine
Ooh like mine
Sweet bitter love
Sweet bitter love

In the middle of the night
I want your sweet sweet sweet
Sweet bitter love
Sweet bitter love

Aretha