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Speak Only in Random Song Lyrics

ChristineM

"Be strong", I whispered to my coffee.
Premium Member
Kings and queens and guillotines
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchments laid the laws
When bishops took the ride

The village square stands quiet with the curfew still enforced
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores
Like some evil bird of prey the scaffold spreads its wings
The people build their fires and bolt their doors

The mayor is giving dinner to the officers' and wives
His eldest son is learning how to fawn
The barrack block is hushed and tense
The soldiers drawing lots
Who will be the hangman in the dawn?

The lot falls on a young man who has served for but a year
His home is in the village close nearby
He shivers at the thought of what he's forced to do next day
He wonders who it is that has to die

The full moon casts a cold light on the gloomy prison walls
The papist walks his cell, he cannot sleep
He hears the waiting gallows creaking just beyond the door
He prays for he has no more tears to weep

The day begins to break, the muffled drums begins to sound
A crowd begins to gather in the square
The presence of the hangman in his terrifying mask
Weighs heavy on the minds of all those there

The colonel reads the sentence which the papist knows by heart
He has failed to show allegiance to the King
His crime is thus with God himself, in His name he must hang
The papist, head held high, says not a thing

The jailer binds his hands and puts the blindfold to his eyes
He leads him through the door before the crowd
The hangman sees his victim and the blood drains from his face
He sees his younger brother standing proud

The hangman tries to protest but is ordered to proceed
His trembling hands begin to take the strain
His eyes are blind with streaming tears, he cries for all to hear

Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do
I could never see tomorrow
But I was never told about the sorrows

How can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya tomorrow
You're always, a day away
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
I HATE THAT SONG!!!!!! So my only musical response ot that can be.....
I do too, so in apology I offer you a place to chill
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Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
Spaced in time child of nine
Doin' twenty years on the way
Fire and steel earth unreal
Find another planet to stay
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
 

Wu Wei

ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
I'm going home
And when I wanna go home, I'm going mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me moving
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
The village square stands quiet with the curfew still enforced
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores
Like some evil bird of prey the scaffold spreads its wings
The people build their fires and bolt their doors

The mayor is giving dinner to the officers' and wives
His eldest son is learning how to fawn
The barrack block is hushed and tense
The soldiers drawing lots
Who will be the hangman in the dawn?

The lot falls on a young man who has served for but a year
His home is in the village close nearby
He shivers at the thought of what he's forced to do next day
He wonders who it is that has to die

The full moon casts a cold light on the gloomy prison walls
The papist walks his cell, he cannot sleep
He hears the waiting gallows creaking just beyond the door
He prays for he has no more tears to weep

The day begins to break, the muffled drums begins to sound
A crowd begins to gather in the square
The presence of the hangman in his terrifying mask
Weighs heavy on the minds of all those there

The colonel reads the sentence which the papist knows by heart
He has failed to show allegiance to the King
His crime is thus with God himself, in His name he must hang
The papist, head held high, says not a thing

The jailer binds his hands and puts the blindfold to his eyes
He leads him through the door before the crowd
The hangman sees his victim and the blood drains from his face
He sees his younger brother standing proud

The hangman tries to protest but is ordered to proceed
His trembling hands begin to take the strain
His eyes are blind with streaming tears, he cries for all to hear

Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
When the shadows of this life has grown,
I'll fly away
Like a bird from prison bars has flown
I'll fly away
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
I'm going home
And when I wanna go home, I'm going mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me moving
So hoist up the John B sail, see how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, why don't you let me go home?
Well, I feel so homesick I want to go home
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
You gonna wait too, fat boy
Fat boy
Wait 'til tomorrow
You gonna wait too, fat boy
Fat boy
Wait 'til tomorrow
Hey, hey, hey!
It's Fat Albert!
And I'm gonna sing a song for you
And Bill's gonna show you a thing or two
You'll have some fun, now
With me and all my gang
Learning from each other
While we do our thing
 

Kathryn

It was on fire when I laid down on it.
Hey, hey, hey!
It's Fat Albert!
And I'm gonna sing a song for you
And Bill's gonna show you a thing or two
You'll have some fun, now
With me and all my gang
Learning from each other
While we do our thing
Hey, hey, hey
What ya got to say?
I said hey, hey, hey
What ya got to say?
Hollywood
Hollywood swinging
Hollywood
Hollywood swinging
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
Hey, hey, hey
What ya got to say?
I said hey, hey, hey
What ya got to say?
Hollywood
Hollywood swinging
Hollywood
Hollywood swinging
There's a little girl in our neighborhood
Her name is Charlotte Johnson
And she's really lookin' good, I had to go and see her
So I called her on the phone
I walked over to her house and this was going on
Her brother was on the sofa eatin' chocolate pie
Her mama was in the kitchen cuttin' chicken up to fry
Her daddy was in the backyard rollin' up a garden hose
I was on the porch with Charlotte feelin' love down to my toes
And we were swingin' (swingin')
Yeah, just a-swingin' (swingin')
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe I'm out here on her front porch in this swing
A-swingin' (swingin')
 

Stevicus

Veteran Member
Staff member
Premium Member
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me God, we hang him in Thy name

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while
Think I see my friends coming
Riding a many mile
Friends did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me my dear friends
To keep me from the gallows pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the gallows pole?
 

Kathryn

It was on fire when I laid down on it.
There's a little girl in our neighborhood
Her name is Charlotte Johnson
And she's really lookin' good, I had to go and see her
So I called her on the phone
I walked over to her house and this was going on
Her brother was on the sofa eatin' chocolate pie
Her mama was in the kitchen cuttin' chicken up to fry
Her daddy was in the backyard rollin' up a garden hose
I was on the porch with Charlotte feelin' love down to my toes
And we were swingin' (swingin')
Yeah, just a-swingin' (swingin')
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe I'm out here on her front porch in this swing
A-swingin' (swingin')
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our

Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum, she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed
 

John53

I go leaps and bounds
Premium Member
Hey, hey, hey!
It's Fat Albert!
And I'm gonna sing a song for you
And Bill's gonna show you a thing or two
You'll have some fun, now
With me and all my gang
Learning from each other
While we do our thing

Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around
But we're too busy singin'
To put anybody down
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
Telling y'all y'all, it's a sabotage
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'ma set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this #$@&' thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all, it's sabotage

(I had to get more to work with, and it's still not so easy.)

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singing his song
All the little birds on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet
Rockin' robin (tweet, tweet, tweet)
Rockin' robin (tweet, tweedle-lee-dee)
Blow rockin' robin, 'cause we're really gonna rock tonight
(Tweet, tweet, tweedle-lee-dee)
 

Stevicus

Veteran Member
Staff member
Premium Member
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'ma set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this #$@&' thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all, it's sabotage

(I had to get more to work with, and it's still not so easy.)

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singing his song
All the little birds on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet
Rockin' robin (tweet, tweet, tweet)
Rockin' robin (tweet, tweedle-lee-dee)
Blow rockin' robin, 'cause we're really gonna rock tonight
(Tweet, tweet, tweedle-lee-dee)

White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
The leaves blow
Across the long, black road
To the darkened skies
In it's rage
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown
White bird must fly
Or she will die
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our

Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum, she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed
Ow, she's a brick house
She's mighty-mighty, just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick house
That lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
Ow, she's a brick house
Well put-together, everybody knows
This is how the story goes
 

John53

I go leaps and bounds
Premium Member
White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
The leaves blow
Across the long, black road
To the darkened skies
In it's rage
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown
White bird must fly
Or she will die

In a white room with black curtains in the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while
Think I see my friends coming
Riding a many mile
Friends did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me my dear friends
To keep me from the gallows pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the gallows pole?
Goldfinger, he's the man
The man with the midas touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold finger
Beckons you to enter his web of sin
But don't go in
 

We Never Know

No Slack
In a white room with black curtains in the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment

On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can't remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around
But we're too busy singin'
To put anybody down
People say I'm the life of the party
'Cause I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside, I'm blue
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
I need you, need you
Need you, need you
 
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