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Scruffitude

Scruffitude

Scruffy Nerf Herder
How about another song?

On the Turning Away - David Gilmour/Pink Floyd

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
 
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ChristineES

ChristineES

Tiggerism
Premium Member
Born To Be Wild- Steppenwolf.

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild
 
Scruffitude

Scruffitude

Scruffy Nerf Herder
I see your Steppenwolf and I raise you Led Zeppelin

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
 
ChristineES

ChristineES

Tiggerism
Premium Member
Zepplin, I don't think I could top that. If you go back a few pages, I posted "Stairway To Heaven" lyrics but not all at once- one stanza per post. :)
 
Scruffitude

Scruffitude

Scruffy Nerf Herder
Good point... never pull out Led Zeppelin on the first hand. Perhaps something less epic?

[Edit: I decided, on second thought, not to post the lyrics to that song, so if you read it already then sorry if it was offensive.]

Here goes my replacement:

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
Q, R, S
T, U, V
W, X
Y & Z
Now I know my ABCs
Next time won't you sing with me?
 
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ChristineES

ChristineES

Tiggerism
Premium Member
I couldn't post lyrics without including some from George Harrison. The song is Beware of Darkness from the 1970 LP- All Things Must Pass.

Watch out now, take care
Beware of falling swingers
Dropping all around you
The pain that often mingles
In your fingertips
Beware of darkness

Watch out now, take care
Beware of the thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night

Beware of sadness
It can hit you
It can hurt you
Make you sore and what is more
That is not what you are here for

Watch out now, take care
Beware of soft shoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks
As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of maya

Watch out now, take care
Beware of greedy leaders
They take you where you should not go
While weeping atlas cedars
They just want to grow, grow and grow
Beware of darkness (beware of darkness) http://pagead2.googlesyndication.co...t=George Harrison&thptitle=Beware of Darkness
 
Scruffitude

Scruffitude

Scruffy Nerf Herder
I'm torn... on one hand we're only helping to make this the longest thread... on the other hand I don't think the purpose was just to post song lyrics.

So here's a bit of poetry:

O, freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
GROOP!
I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With thy crinkly bindlewurdles
Or,
I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts
With my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't!

[Written by the late great Douglas Adams]
 
Scruffitude

Scruffitude

Scruffy Nerf Herder
How about some Shakespeare then... (not sure if this will improve the situation :D)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
 
Scruffitude

Scruffitude

Scruffy Nerf Herder
Well it broke Babelfish so I had to try to make sense of it...

Babelfish said: "My ideal house. It ya c' is ten parts. there is a room, c' part is large is a bathroom."

I translate that as: "My ideal house: it has ten parts. There's one room, this big piece is the bathroom."

What you probably meant to say: "I want a huge mansion with a large bathroom."
 
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