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| Webster | Nov 18 2014, 10:39 PM Post #1 |
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Shock The Monkey --Cover me when I run Cover me through the fire Something knocked me out ' the trees Now I'm on my knees Cover me, darling please Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey Fox the fox Rat on the rat You can ape the ape I know about that There is one thing you must be sure of I can't take any more Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey Shock the monkey Monkey, Wheels keep turning Monkey, Something's burning Monkey, Don't like it but I guess I'm learning Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey Cover me, when I sleep Cover me, when I breathe You throw your pearls before the swine Make the monkey blind Cover me, darling please Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey Shock the monkey Monkey, Too much at stake Monkey, Ground beneath me shake Monkey, And the news is breaking Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey Shock! Shock! Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey Shock the monkey, shock the monkey Shock the monkey, shock the monkey Shock the monkey to life
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| Webster | Feb 5 2015, 01:52 PM Post #2 |
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Solsbury Hill --Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close, I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen had no choice I did not believe the information I just had to trust imagination My heart going boom, boom, boom Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home To keep in silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut So I went from day to day Though my life was in a rut Till I thought of what I'd say And which connection I should cut I was feeling part of the scenery I walked right out of the machinery My heart going boom, boom, boom Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home When illusion spin her net I'm never where I want to be And liberty she pirouette When I think that I am free Watched by empty silhouettes Close their eyes but still can see No one taught them etiquette So I will show another me Today I don't need a replacement I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant My heart going boom, boom, boom Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home Come back home Come back home Come back home |
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| Webster | Feb 5 2015, 01:53 PM Post #3 |
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Games Without Frontiers --Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-wars without tears If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres |
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| Webster | Feb 5 2015, 02:00 PM Post #4 |
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Biko --September '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja The man is dead The man is dead When I try to sleep at night I can only dream in red The outside world is black and white With only one colour dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja The man is dead The man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can't blow out a fire Once the flames begin to catch The wind will blow it higher Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja The man is dead The man is dead And the eyes of the world are watching now, watching now |
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