Religion and Poitics by Scott Beach

Religion and politics
Often make some people
Lose all perspective and
Give way to ranting and raving and
Carrying on like emotional children.
They either refuse to discuss it with reason,
Or else they prefer argumentum ad hominum,
Which is a hell of a way to conduct a discussion.
Well, anyhow, not long ago,
I was talking about the elections,
And how the campaigns were ignoring the issues,
And sticking instead to invective and personal crap
That had nothing to do with the substantive problems of running a government,
Which is all true, as you know
If you followed the speeches and so-called debates of the candidates. Anyhow, one of the guys I was talking with
Said not a word in the whole conversation
Except at the end when he suddenly chuckled
And said we were all full of shit,
And why didn't we go live in Russia or China
If that was the way we all hated the United States Of America. Next thing you know the whole blooming discussion
Was more like a brawl,
And the epithets flew thick and fast,
And the noise was incredible.
Someone said "son of a bitch",
And I think he said "bastard".
I couldn't be sure, it was all so confusing. Well, anyhow, I was attempting
To get it all back on a rational level.
I tried, for example, to talk to the one who had started it all,
And I asked him just what did he mean we were all full of shit.
Was he making a statement of fact as he knew it,
And where was his documentation to back up his claim?
I think Socrates would've been proud of the way I refuted his argument.
That is, I tried to refute it,
But all he could offer by way of rebuttal was more of the same
About how we were all full of shit.
But he wouldn't say why,
He just kept on repeating it,
That and the part about Russia and China
And communist dupes, and I'll have to confess
That I got a bit angry and told him to stuff his ideas up his ass,
Which you don't have to tell me is hardly a way
To convince anyone in an argument. Then he got salty and threatened to give me
A punch in the mouth if I didn't shut up,
And I really got hot,
And the others did too,
And we all beat the shit out of mister conservative.
And, after all, he had only himself to be blamed.
This is still a free country,
And anyone telling a fellow like me,
"Brother, you're full of shit",
Better be good and ready
To answer politely
When asked if he'd care to say why.

MEANT TO POST THIS FOR THANKSGIVING SINCE RELIGION AND POLITICS USUALLY REAR THIER UGLY HEADS AT THE FEAST. MAN I REMEMBER HEARING THIS ON THE RADIO WHEN I WAS A KID AND INTO DR. DEMENTO. I DONT KNOW HOW THEY GOT IT ON THE RADIO MAYBE THEY BLEEPED SOME OF THE WORDS BUT I REMEMBER THE "SON OF A BITCH" PART BECAUSE IT MADE ME HOWEL WITH LAUGHTER.

Lightning Strikes the Postman by The Flaming Lips

I got yer letter
it had turned to sand
lighting strikes the postman in His hand,
I hope that you remember the things you had to say,
it's just A supernatural delay...
I got yer package it was all a mess,
lightning strikes The postman in his chest,
I hope that you remember the things you Had to Say,
it's just a supernatural delay...
I sent you a postcard and I hope yer fine
But lightning strike the postman all the time
I couldn't really think of anything to say
It's just a supernatural delay,
And it's hard to read the writing through the flames

WHAT MOVIE WAS IT WHERE THE DUDE GOT STRUCK BY LIGHTNING LIKE FOURTY TIMES? NO MATTER WHAT HE DID TO AVOID IT HE GOT STUCK. IT WASNT PART OF THE MAIN NARRATIVE OF THE MOVIE. IT WAS ONCE OF THE CHARACTERS TELLING ANOTHER THE STORY OF THE DUDE GETTING STRUCK.

Atomic Dog by George Clinton

Yeah, this is a story of famous dogs
For the dog that chases its tail will be busy
These are clapping dogs, rhythmic dogs
Harmonic dogs, house dogs, street dogs
Dogs of the world unite
Dancin' dogs
Yeah, countin' dogs, funky dogs
Nasty dogs
(Dog)
Atomic dog
Atomic dog
(Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
 And life on all fours
when you’re out there walking the streets
ooh they compete
oh the dog in ya
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
BACKGROUND / GEORGE – SING TOGETHER
BACKGROUND
(Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
 Un-tied dog in a telematic society
aint your average huckleberry hound
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh… ooh… ooh
 Why must I feel like that?
Aw.. Why must I chase the cat?
Darn the dog in me
 (Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
woof woof woof
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Nothing but the dog in me
(woof)
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Nothing but the dog in me
(woof)
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
( ooh ooh oh oh )
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, Do the dogcatcher
(Dog) ( Dog) (Dog)
(Dogcatcher ) (dogcatcher) (ooh)
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, Do the dogcatcher
(Dog) (Dog) (Dog)
Do the dogcatcher, baby, do the dogcatcher
Ooh
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Just walkin' the dog
atomic dog
Futuristic bow-wow
woof
Leader of the pack
Wild dog
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Just the dog in me
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Just the dog in me
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
The dog in me
(Dog in me)
The dog is in me
(Dog in me)
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
Do you wanna do the dogcatcher
Well, baby, why don’t you do it again for me?
Dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
House-trained dogs
Wild dogs
Say it again
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?

LITTLE KNOWN FACT THIS IS BILL CLINTONS HALF BROTHER

Can Your Pussy Do The Dog by The Cramps

Here kitty, kitty
You better move along
'Cuz the big cats walk
At the break of dawn
Now doggonnit baby
Oh, I said dog gone

Hey can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the houndog, baby?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Well, this whole mess useless now
As a whistle on a plow
If your pussy can't do the dog

I'm the king of the jungle
They call me Tiger, man
I'm gonna do the bird
If I can, if I can
My bird can do the dog
If your pussy can

Hey can your pussy do the dog?
Tell me, can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the bulldog, baby?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Come on, wag that tail
Baby, you can't fail
If'n your pussy can't do the dog
Hey, hey, hey

Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully

No pedigree from France
Will get you in the dance
Listen, your pussy can't do the dog

Hey, can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the poodle cut, baby doll?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Well, no pedigree from France
Will get you in the dance
Listen, your pussy can't do the dog

Come on and wag that tail
Baby, you can't fail
If'n your pussy can do the dog
Cha, cha, cha

 

CHA CHA CHA BROTHER... CHA CHA CHA

Good Times Are Killing Me by Modest Mouse

The good times are killing me.
Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.

Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

WELL... THERE ARE WORSE WAYS TO DIE.. LIKE A FLESH EATING BACTERIAL INFECTION OF THE PENIS... SAW A DUDE DIE OF THAT ONCE WHEN I WAS A HOSPITAL SOCIAL WORKER... IT WAS NOT PLESANT...

Rue St vincent by Yves Montand (in translation)

She had under her furry hat,
on the hilltop Montmartre,
an innocent little look
People called her rose, she was pretty
she smelled good - like a new flower
Saint-Vincent street
She hadn't known her father
she had no mother
and since 1900,
she lived at her old foremother
Where she raised herself like that, all alone
Saint-Vincent street
She already worked to live
and on frosted nights
in the dark and freezing cold
her little scarf on her shoulders
she returned home by Saules street
Saint-Vincent street
She could see in the chilly nights
the starry sky,
and the crescent moon
shinning, white and fatal
on the small cross of the basilica
Saint-Vincent street
Summer, by the hot dusk
she met Jules,
who was so sweet
that she stayed the entire night,
with him near the old cemetery
Saint-Vincent street
And small Jules was a thug
who pimps the chicks
so the teenager,
seeing that she wouldn't accept to be a prostitute
by a hit of a blade pierced her stomach,
Saint-Vincent street.
When they laid her down in her coffin
she was all white,
while burying her,
the undertakers said that the poor child
was killed the night of her wedding ceremony
Saint-Vincent street
She had a pretty furry hat
on the hilltop Montmartre,
an innocent little look
People called her rose, she was pretty
she smelled good - like a new flower
Saint-Vincent street

A DARK DAY IN PARIS

Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel

you could have a steam train
if you'd just lay down your tracks
you could have an aeroplane flying
if you bring your blue sky back

all you do is call me
I'll be anything you need

you could have a big dipper
going up and down, all around the bends
you could have a bumper car, bumping
this amusement never ends

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
oh let me be your sledgehammer
this will be my testimony
show me round your fruitcage
'cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
you'd better call the sledgehammer
put your mind at rest
I'm going to be-the sledgehammer
this can be my testimony
I'm your sledgehammer
let there be no doubt about it

sledge sledge sledgehammer

I've kicked the habit
shed my skin
this is the new stuff
I go dancing in, we go dancing in
oh won't you show for me
and I will show for you
show for me, I will show for you
yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you
only you
you've been coming through
going to build that powerr
build, build up that power, hey
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
come on, come on, help me do
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
it's what we're doing, doing
all day and night

THIS SONG IS ABOUT PETER GABRIEL'S PENIS

California Uber Allles by The Dead Kennedys

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president...

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

 California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

 Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.

DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

I REMEMBER MY MOM GOT SO PISSED ONCE THERE WAS A BAND WITH THE NAME DEAD KENNEDYS... I THOUGHT WELL THERE ARE SOME KENNEDYS THAT GOT SHOT, THEY ARE DEAD, AND NOW THERE IS A BAND THAT AKNOWLEDGES THE FACT

Vote For Me Dummy by Guided by Voices

Marry your uniform
Right now
Remember your first pair of eyes?

And vote for dummy
I'll tell you the truth
Then I'll tell you a joke
The ultimate good move
Life will be a piece of cake
Please find me a river

Develop the film of your life
Right now
Remember to turn off the light

And vote for me dummy...

Please find me an island

I HAVE CHECKED OUT

I Often Go Walking by The Potters

I often go walking in meadows of clover,
And I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.
I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over,
Dear Mother, all flowers remind me of you.

Oh Mother, I give you my love with each flower
To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through
For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,
I learn how to love them, dear Mother, from you

YO MOTHA'

Age of Conscent by New Order

Won't you please let me go
These words lie inside they hurt me so
And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what I want to do
I'm not the kind that needs to tell you
Just what you want me to

I saw you this morning
I thought that you might like to know
I received your message in full a few days ago
I understood every word that it said
And now that I've actually heard it
You're going to regret

And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what you want me to
You're not the kind that needs to tell me
About the birds and the bees

Do you find this happens all the time
Crucial point one day becomes a crime
And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what I want to do
I'm not the kind that needs to tell you

I've lost you [x5]
I've lost you [x5]
I've lost you [x5]

I HAVE NO REGRETS...

The Refugee by U2

Woah, woah
She's the refugee
I see your face
I see you staring back at me
Woah, woah
She's the refugee
Her mama say one day she's gonna
Live in America

In the morning
She is waiting
Waiting for the ship to sail
Sail away

Woah, woah
Her papa go to war
He gonna fight
But he don't know what for
Woah, woah
Her papa go to war
Her mama say one day he's gonna
Come back from far away

Help me
How can you help me

In the evening
She is waiting
Waiting for her man to come
And take her by her hand
And take her to this promise land

Woah, woah
She's a pretty face
But at the wrong time
In the wrong place
Woah, woah
She's a pretty face
Her mama say one day she's gonna
Live in America
Yeah, America

Woah, woah
She's a refugee
She's coming back, she's coming
Keep you company
Woah, woah
She's a refugee
Her mama say one day she's gonna
Live in America

 

TO THE FOLKS RISKING DEATH TO FLEE CONFLICT AND SEEK A BETTER LIFE

It Takes Two by Rob Base

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Hit it!

I wanna rock right now
I'm Rob Base and I came to get down
I'm not internationally known
But I'm known to rock the microphone
Because I get stoopid, I mean outrageous
Stay away from me if you're contagious
'Cause I'm the winner, no, I'm not the loser
To be an M. C. Is what I choose 'a
Ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me
Like the way that I rhyme at a show
The reason why, man, I don't know
So let's go, 'cause

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
(repeat)
Hit it!

My name is Rob, I gotta real funky concept
Listen up, 'cause I'm gonna keep you in step
I got an idea
That I wanna share
You don't like it? So what, I don't care
I'm number one, the uno, I like comp
Bring all the suckers 'cause all them I'll stomp
Bold and black but I won't protect
All of my followers 'cause all I want is respect
I'm not a doctor, put them in rapture
A slick brother that can easy outfox ya
Cause I'm Rob, the last name Base, yeah
And on the mike, I'm known to be the freshest
So let's start, it shouldn't be too hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard
I won't fess, wear a bulletproof vest
Don't smoke buddha, can't stand sess, yes

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
(repeat)
Hit it!

The situation that the Base is in
I'm kinda stingy that's why I don't wanna lend
A funky rhyme to a foe or a good friend
But listen up 'cause I want you to comprehend
'Cause I'm the leader, the man superior
I take care of ya and then ya get wearier
So just sit, my rhymes arenot counterfeit
The record sells which makes this one a hit
It won't hurt to listen to Red Alert
Take off your shirt
Make sure it don't hit the dirt
I like the kids--the guys, the girls
I want the ducats 'cause this is Rob Base's world
I'm on a mission, ya better just listen
To my rhymes 'cause I'm all about dissin'
'Cause

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
(repeat)
Hit it!

I stand alone, don't need anyone
'Cause I'm Rob, just came ot have fun
Don't need friends that act like foes
'Cause I'm Rob Base, the one who knows
About things that make ya get weary
Don't cheer me, just hear me
Out 'cause I got the clout--shout (Ho!)
Before I turn the party out
I won't stutter-- Project my voice, speak clearly
So you can be my choice
On stage or on record
Go to the Wiz and select it
Take it off the rack, if it's wack put it back
I like the Whopper, fuck the Big Mac
If you want static, so let's go
So, throw upyour hands
Go for what you know
Bro', I got an ego
Yo, talkin' to me? No
Oh
'Cause Rob is in the front, ez Rock is on the Back up
We're not soft, soyou better just slack up
'Cause I'm cool, calm just like a breeze
Rock the mike with the help of ez
Rock on the set, the music plays
Only cuts the records that I say

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
(repeat)
Hit it!

All right, now, ez Rock
Now, when I count to three
I want you to get busy
You ready now?
One, two, three, get loose now!

It takes two to make a
It takes two to make a
(repeat)

WELL, I RESPECT HIS OPINION, BUT HE SHOULD REALLY SAY IT TAKES TWO OR MORE TO MAKE A THING GO RIGHT. SOME FOLKS ROLL THAT WAY.

Shaky Shaky by The Wiggles

Hey there, shaky shaky
Shaking is fun to do
Hey there, shaky shaky
I wanna shake with you

Well then shake a little faster
Shake a little slower
Keep on shaking
Shaky shaky

Hey there, shaky shaky
Shaking is fun to do
Hey there shaky shaky
I wanna shake with you

Well then shake a little faster
Shake a little slower
Keep on shaking now
Shake it all out
Shaky

THIS IS WHAT YOU SING TO FOLKS WHEN THEY ARE WITHDRAWING FROM HEROIN. IT MAKES THEM LAUGH AND FEEL BETTER.

Boy In The Bubble by Peter Gabriel

It was a slow day,
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road,
There was a bright light,
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio,
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all,
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby don't cry
Don't cry

It was a dry wind,
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth,
And the dead sand,
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth,
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all o-yeah,
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby don't cry
Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's, every generation throws a hero up the pop charts,
Medicine is magical and magical is art think of
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle,
Lasers in the jungle somewhere,
Staccato signals of constant information,
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby,
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all o-yeah,
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby don't cry
Don't cry don't cry

YES JACKASS, I AM AWARE THAT PETER GABRIEL DID NOT WRITE THIS SONG. JUST LIKE I AM AWARE THAT PETER GABRIEL WAS THE ORIGIONAL FRONT MAN OF GENISIS. ITS CALLED A COVER JACKASS.

Detachable Penis by King Missile

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again
This happens all the time
It's detachable

This comes in handy a lot of the time
I can leave it home when I think it's going to get me in trouble
Or I can rent it out when I don't need it

But now and then I go to a party
Get drunk
And the next the morning, I can't for the life of me
Remember what I did with it

First I looked around my apartment
And I couldn't find it
So I called up the place where the party was
They hadn't seen it either

I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'Cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time
So I told them if it pops up to let me know

I called a few people who were at the party
But they were no help either
I was starting to get desperate
I really don't like being without my penis for too long

It makes me feel like less of a man
And I really hate to having to sit down
Every time I take a leak

After a few hours of searching the house
And calling everyone I could think of
I was starting to get very depressed
So I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast

Then as I walked down Second Avenue toward St. Mark's Place
Where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street
I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven
Some guy was selling it

I had to buy it off him
He wanted 22 bucks but I talked him down to 17
I took it home, washed it off
And put it back on

I was happy again, complete
People sometimes tell me
I should get it permanently attached but I don't know
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass
I like having a detachable penis

Detachable penis
Detachable penis
Detachable penis

IF THAT WERE ME I WOULD TOTALLY LOSE IT

Acid Food by Mogwai

What happened after the storm
Was everyone okay
I tried to call again
I think they've gone away

(Will you look the other way)
(Will you look the other way)
(Will you look the other way)
(Will you look the other way)

I dreamt of an ice-age today
Cold and white to see
I walked for miles and miles
They came back another way
We learned them as we went
Forgot them straight away
The ones we left behind
The ones we sent away

(Will you look the other way)
(Will you look the other way)
(Will you look the other way)
(Will you look the other way)

WHAT WE NEED IS A GOOD ICE AGE

Careful With That Ax Eugene by Pink Floyd

Down, down. Down, down. The star is screaming.
Beneath the lies. Lie, lie. Tschay, tschay, tschay.
[Sound of Waters blowing into the microphone]
[Light screaming from Waters]
Careful, careful, careful with that axe, Eugene.
[Very loud and prolonged scream]
[Another very loud and prolonged scream]
[Waters blowing into the microphone]
[Light screaming from Waters]
The stars are screaming loud.
Tsch.
Tsch.
Tsch.
[Low groaning sound from Waters]

BETTER TO USE A CHAINSAW... JUST ASK LEATHERFACE

Magic by Olivia Newton-John

Come take my hand
You should know me
I've always been in your mind
You know that I'll be kind
I'll be guiding you

Building your dream
Has to start now
There's no other road to take
You won't make a mistake
I'll be guiding you

You have to believe we are magic
Nothin' can stand in our way
You have to believe we are magic
Don't let your aim ever stray
And if all your hopes survive
Your destiny will arrive
I'll bring all your dreams alive
For you

From where I stand
You are home free
The planets align so rare
There's promise in the air
And I'm guiding you

Through every turn I'll be near you
I'll come anytime you call
I'll catch you when you fall
I'll be guiding you

You have to believe we are magic
Nothin' can stand in our way
You have to believe we are magic
Don't let your aim ever stray
And if all your hopes survive
Your destiny will arrive
I'll bring all your dreams alive
For you

 

WINTER IS COMING

I Want to be Like You by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Now, I'm the King of the Swinger's Ball.
Jungle V.I.P.
Well, I reached the top and had to stop,
And that's what's bothering me.
A wannabe a man, now man cub, stroll right into town.
And be just like the other men,
I'm tired of monkeying around.
So, oooh-oooh-oooh.
I wanna be just like you.
I wanna walk like you,
Talk like you do.
You see, it's true,
An ape like me
Can learn to be human, too.
Yeah.
Now, don't you mess with me, man cub,
I made a deal with you.
What I desire is man's red fire ,
So I can be just like you.
Now, don't you mess with me, man cub,
Tell me what to do.
Give the power of man's red fire,
So I can be just like you.
So, ooh-ooh-ooh.
I wanna be just like you.
I wanna walk like you,
Talk like you do.
You see, it's true,
An ape like me
Can learn to be human, too.
Yes, and ooh.
I wanna be just like you.
I wanna walk like you,
Talk like you do.
You see, it's true,
An ape like me
Can learn to be human, too.

BLA BLA BLA THIS SUCKS, USED TO LIKE, NOW ITS NOTHING, BLA BLA BLA