Song lyric stuck in my head...

[Welsh Wench]

R.I.P. Phoebe--

You make me laugh
Cause your eyes they light the night
They look right through me
You bashful boy
You're hiding something sweet
Please give it to me yeah, to me

Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all rhyme

You are a genie
All I ask for is your smile
Each time I rub the lamp
When I am with you
I have a giggling teen-age crush
Then I'm a sultry vamp

Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all right

So once again
It's time to say so long
And so recall the cull of life
You're going home now
Home's that place somewhere you go each day
To see your wife

Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all rhyme

~~Phoebe Snow, Poetry Man

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OxTVxGhHFM

[Scotty Hunter]

Dance your cares away, worries for another day!
Let the music play, down at Fraggle Rock!

Work your cares away, dancing's for another day!
Let the fraggles play, down at Fraggle Rock.

Down at Fraggle Rock!
Down at Fraggle Rock!!
Down at Fraggle Rock!!! 

[Mairte]

Not the words but the tune part with what sounds like a flute to "Devils Dance Floor" by Flogging Molly.

[Welsh Wench]

A few good stanzas go through my head but I can't publish them. Not without being reported to the mods. 

Thanks, NoBill! 

[Rapier Half-Wit]

silence thunders like rage

and i'm alone

my heart beats a hollow echo in my ears

every beat mocking itself

every beat a counterpoint

rolling thunder echos in hollow silence

and I'm tired

[chainshot]

More Than a Feeling

Boston

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling
(More than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play
(More than a feeling)
I begin dreaming
(More than a feeling)
'Til I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

It's more than a feeling
(More than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play
(More than a feeling)
I begin dreaming
(More than a feeling)
'Til I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away

It's more than a feeling
(More than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play
(More than a feeling)
I begin dreaming
(More than a feeling)
'Til I see Marianne walk away

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSR6ZzjDZ94

[Captain Jack Wolfe]

Wenchie, this one is a little safer to sing... 

Foghat - I Just Want To Make Love To You

I don't want you, cook my bread,
I don't want you, make my bed,
I don't want your money too,
I just wanna make love to you.

I don't want you, be no slave,
I don't want you, work all day,
I don't want you to be sad and blue,
I just wanna make love to you.

I can tell by the way that you baby talk,
I can see by the way that you switch and walk,
I can tell by the way that you treat your man,
But I could love you baby, it's a cryin' shame.

I don't want you, wash my clothes,
I don't want you, keep a home,
I don't want you to be true,
I just wanna make love to you.

I don't want you, be no slave,
I don't want you, work all day,
I don't want you to be true,
I just wanna make love to you.

I don't want you, keep a home,
I don't want you, wash my clothes,
I don't want you to be true,
I just wanna make love...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCkZWyohP7M

[Ms Trish]

I think because they've been advertising her appearance on daytime tv, this one has been stuck in my head for a few days...

"Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under?"

Whose bed have your boots been under?
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
Whose bed have your boots been under?

Don't look so lonely
Don't act so blue
I know I'm not the only
Girl you run to
I know about Lolita
Your little Spanish flame
I've seen you around with Rita
The redhead down the lane

Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?

I heard you've been sneakin'
Around with Jill
And what about that weekend
With Beverly Hill
And I've seen you walkin'
With long legs Louise
And you weren't just talkin'
Last night with Denise

Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?

Come on boots...

So next time you're lonely
Don't call on me
Try the operator
Maybe she'll be free

Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?

I wanna know whose bed, baby
Whoa baby, tell me
Whose bed, yes I wanna know
You better start talkin'
Or you better start walkin'...

[Rani Zemirah]

Can't get this out of my head lately... most likely because I hear it every time I turn on the radio. 

What Ya Gonna Do? by Hinder


I'm living life with no regrets
They're on their way but ain't here yet
I just left Las Vegas in bad, bad shape
I only call home if I get the chance
Every other night a new romance
Wake up just in time to miss the day
And now I'm talking to the man in the mirror
And I think I heard him say

What ya gonna do
When the whiskey ain't working no more?
Life don't feel like before
What ya gonna do?
What ya gonna do
When the ride ain't climbing no more?
Nobody's beatin' down your door
What ya gonna do?

And I'm still closing down these streets
I'm high enough to make believe
That I ain't ever gonna hit the ground
The one that got away from me
Every now and then she calls to see
If I'm alive or plan to settle down
Well, I called her drunk last night
And I think I heard her say

What ya gonna do
When the whiskey ain't working no more?
Life don't feel like before
What ya gonna do?
What ya gonna do
When the ride ain't climbing no more?
Nobody's beatin' down your door
What ya gonna do?

I can't sleep and I can't hide
'Cause the voices in my head are getting louder
Getting louder every night

What ya gonna do
When the whiskey ain't working no more?
Life don't feel like before
What ya gonna do?
What ya gonna do
When the ride ain't climbing no more?
Nobody's beatin' down your door
What ya gonna do?

What ya gonna do
When the whiskey ain't working no more?
Life don't feel like before
What ya gonna do?
What ya gonna do
When the ride ain't climbing no more?
Nobody's beatin' down your door
What ya gonna do?

What ya gonna do
When the whiskey ain't working no more?
Life don't feel like before
What ya gonna do?

[Captain Jack Wolfe]

In memoriam - May 4th, 1970.

Neil Young - Ohio

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GI7-m919ynU&feature=player_embedded

[Rani Zemirah]

Uhhh... yeah. 

Real bad things...    

[Merlin the Elder]

In memoriam - May 4th, 1970.

Neil Young - Ohio
...

Thanks, Mad Jack. I still remember...

[Welsh Wench]

...living forty-five minutes from Kent in May 1970 I surely do remember. So do my friends that went there.  


Love is but the song we sing,
And fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Know the dove is on the wing
And you need not know why
C'mon people now,
Smile on your brother
Ev'rybody get together
Try and love one another right now
Some will come and some will go
We shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moments sunlight
Fading in the grass
C'mon people now,
Smile on your brother
Ev'rybody get together
Try and love one another right now
If you hear the song I sing,
You must understand
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It's there at your command
C'mon people now,
Smile on your brother
Ev'rybody get together
Try and love one another right now
Right now
Right now...


The Youngbloods, Get Together

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4fWN6VvgKQ

[crashbot]

Broad Black Brimmer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8-C1Kam4WQ

In what's known as Father's room
A uniform so simple in it's style
It has no braid of gold or silk
no hat with feathered plumes
Yet Mother has preserved it all the while
One day she made me try it on
a wish of mine for years
"In memory of your father, Sean" she said.
And when I put the Sam Browne on
she was smiling with the tears
As she placed the broad black brimmer on my head.

Chorus:
It's just a broad black brimmer
With its ribbons frayed and torn
By the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze
An old trench coat that's battle stained and worn
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees
A Sam Browne belt, with a buckle big and strong
A holster that's been empty many a day... but not for long!
And when men claim Ireland's freedom
The one they'll choose to lead 'em
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA

It was the uniform been worn by my father years ago
When he reached me mother's homestead on the run
It was the uniform me father wore
in that little church below
When oul' Father Mac he blessed the pair as one
And after Truce and Treaty and the parting of the ways
He wore it when he marched out with the rest
And when they bore his body down the rugged heather braes
They placed the broad black brimmer on his breast

[Rani Zemirah]

A few too many words the system would change in this one... but it fits my mood and my mindset exactly today...   

I just can't take any more of these...


Stupid Girls 

by Pink