Favourite lyrics

ROSE GARDEN by Lyn Anderson

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.
When you take, you gotta give, so live and let live,
Or let go.
I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could promise you things like big diamond rings,
But you don't find roses growin' on stalks of clover.
So you better think it over.
Well, if sweet-talkin' you could make it come true,
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter,
But what would it matter?
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

Instrumental break.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could sing you a tune or promise you the moon,
But if that's what it takes to hold you,
I'd just as soon let you go, but there's one thing I want you to know.
You better look before you leap, still waters run deep,
And there won't always be someone there to pull you out,
And you know what I'm talkin' about.
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

The Smiths - There is a light that never goes out :clap:

Take me home tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore

Take me home tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me home tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask

Take me home tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
No, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out

RAINING IN MY HEART
(BMI Work #001226895)
Written by Boudleaux Bryant and Felice Bryant
Published by House of Bryant Publications
Recorded by Buddy Holly (1959)

Instrumental Intro (Orchestral!)
C / / / C+ / / / Am / / / C7 / G G7

C C+
The sun is out, the sky is blue,
Am C7
There's not a cloud to spoil the view,
F G C C+ Am G7
But it's raining, Raining in my heart!


The weatherman says clear today
He doesn't know you've gone away
And it's raining, raining in my heart!

Bridge:
F G C C+ Am C7
Oh, misery, Misery
Dm G G7 C+ Am G7
What's gonna become of me?

I tell my blues they mustn't show,
But soon the tears are bound to flow
'Cause it's raining, raining in my heart!

Instrumental: (do twice)
C / / / C+ / / / Am / / / C7 / / /
F G C C+ Am G7
It's raining, Raining in my heart!

Repeat Bridge

Tag:
G C C+ G7
Raining in my heart!
G C F C
Raining in my heart!

King of the Road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no poo, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suits and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.

I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no poo, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

No words could explain, no actions determine; just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

One by THE KING

Love Me Tender - Elvis Presley
Written by: Vera Matson/Elvis Presley


D E7 A7 D
Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go
D E7 A7 D
You have made my life complete, and I love you so


Chorus:
D F#7 Bm D7 G Gm D
Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill
B7 E7 A7 D
For my darling I love you, and I always will


D E7 A7 D
Love me tender, love me long, take me to your heart
D E7 A7 D
For it's there that I belong, and we'll never part


CHORUS


Verse 3:
D E7 A7 D
Love me tender, love me dear, tell me you are mine
D E7 A7 D
I'll be yours through all the years, til the end of time


CHORUS

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The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes that's where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town

All he wanted was to be free
And that's the way it turned out to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town

BRIDGE:
Flow river flow, past the shady trees
Go river go, go to the sea
Flow to the sea

The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever it goes that's where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town


by the Byrds

If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
You win some, lose some, it's still the same to me
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,
Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,
Double up or quit, double stake or split, it's
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,
But that's the way I like it baby,
I don't wanna live for ever,
And don't forget the joker!

Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

By Motorhead

American Pie, Don McLean

A long, long time ago... I can still remember how Computers used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance, That I could make electrons dance, And maybe I'd be happy for a while.

But January made me shiver, It chilled me deep down in my liver, Bad news I'd collected... I couldn't get connected.
I can't remember back that day When I first knew the Y2K But something touched me anyway, The day computers died.

So, Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies Saying this will be the day I retire This will be the day I retire

Can you write in C plus plus?
And do you have faith in your local bus If the driver tells you so?
Do you believe in Compaq's goals?
Can software save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to type real slow?

Well I thought that you were prepared 'Cause your memo said you weren't impaired Your stationery's swell But you can go to hell I was a lonely teenage UNIX hack With an incantation and a modem jack But I knew the cat had left the sack The day computers died

I started singin'... Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies Saying this will be the day I retire This will be the day I retire

Now for 10 years we've ignored the threat And we haven't solved the problem yet But that's not how it used to be When the luddites read for the king and queen With a light they filled with kerosene And some manuals they stole from you and me

And while Bill Gates was looking pleased Time stole his monopolies The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned While Apple tried a color scheme The engineers returned to steam And we had purges of their dreams The day computers died

We were singin' Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies Saying this will be the day I retire This will be the day I retire

Intel inside in an iron smelter The food leftover from my fallout shelter Twinkies old and aging fast I'd rather eat the grass Q and A tried for a system crash With the tester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the timeshare net was running Doom While mainframes played a marching tune We all tried to log in Oh, but we never could begin 'Cause COBOL tried to take the field, And Holerith refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed?
The day computers died?

We started singing Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies Saying this will be the day I retire This will be the day I retire

There we were all in a state A generation- really late With no time left to start again So come on mouse be nimble, mouse be quick Don't let my spreadsheet data stick 'Cause data is the devil's only friend.

As I watched him on my screen My hands and face were drenched in steam No angel born in hell Could run that stupid shell And as the ball climbed high into the night To call the sacrificial night I saw Dick Clark laughing with delight The day computers died.

I met a girl with a cell phone And I asked her for a dial tone But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the software store Where I'd seen computers years before But the man there said the games there wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed Their interface was spoken The Internet was broken

And the three things I connect to most The Website, LAN and the Network host Every single one was toast The day computers died

They were singin' Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry And good old' boys were sending e-mail replies Saying this will be the day I retire This will be the day I retire.

The best 2 lyrics of all time ?

1. Snap - Rythm is a dancer 1992 '...I'm serious as cancer when I say rythm is a dancer...'

2. Pet Shop Boys (can't remember the song) '..In every city and every nation - from Lake Geneva to the Finland Station...'

G/L

Hey, I can be the answer I'm ready to dance when the vamp up And when I hit that dip, get your camera You could see I been that bitch since the Pamper And that I am that young sis, the beacon The bitch who wants to compete and I could freak a 'fit, that pump with the peep and You know what your bitch become when her weave in I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and Sit in that lunch if you're treatin' Kick it with ya bitch who come from Parisian She know where I get mine from and the season Now she wanna lick my plum in the evening And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in I guess that **** getting eaten
I was in the 212 On the uptown A, n you know what's up or don't you? Word to who made ya I'm a rude bitch n, what are you made up of? I'm a eat ya food up boo I could bust your 8, I'ma do one too, **** ya gon' do? When you do make bucks, I'ma look right nigga, bet ya do want to ****… **** him like ya do want to cum Your gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce ****-a-licking in the water by the blue bayou Caught the warm goo, in your doo-rag too, son? n you're a kool-aid dude Plus your bitch might lick it, wonder who let you come to one-two With ya doo-doo crew son… **** are you into, huh? Ns better oooh-run-run You could get shot homie, if ya do want to Put ya guns up, tell your crew don't front I'm a hoodlum nigga, you know you were too once Bitch I'm 'bout to blew up too I'm the one today, I'm the new ****, boo, young Rapunzel Who are you bitch, new lunch? I'ma ruin you ****
Ayo (ayo), I heard you're riding with the same tall, tall tale Telling them you made some (made some) Saying you're grinding but you ain't going nowhere Why procrastinate girl? (-nate girl) You got a lot, but you just waste all yours and They'll forget your name soon (name soon) And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah
What you gon' do when I appear? W-when-when I premiere? Bitch the end of your lives are near This **** been mine, mine
Bitch I'm in the 212 With the fifth cocked nigga, its the two-one-zoo **** you gon' do, when your goon sprayed up? Bet his bitch won't get him, betcha you won't do much See even if you do want to bust, your bitch'll get you cut and touch you crew up too Pop, you're playing with your butter like your boo won't true **** The gun to where you do eat poom hun? I'm ****ing with your cutie-q What's your dick like homie, what are you into, what's the run dude? Where do you wake up? Tell your bitch keep hating, I'm the new one two huh… See, I remember you when you were The young new face but you do like to slumber don't you? Now your boo up too hon... I'm a ruin you ****
What you gon' do when I appear? W-when-when I premiere? Bitch the end of your lives are near This **** been mine, mine

Classic NWA

Right about now NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren Ice Cube and Eazy mutha****in E.
Order order order. Ice Cube take the mutha****in stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don't you tell everybody what the **** you gotta say?

**** tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

**** that ****, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk mutha****a with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

****in with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm
On any mutha****a in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

**** the police (4X)


M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this ****ed up incident.

**** tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the mother****in' weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that **** don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police I'm sayin **** you punk
Readin my rights and ****, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma **** you up

Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as **** when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any mutha****a that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The mutha****in villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as ****
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a **** to say

**** the police (4X)

Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the **** up and get your mutha****in ass on the floor.
[huh?]

and tell the jury how you feel abou this bull****.

I'm tired of the mutha****in jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb mutha****a with a gun

And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say

**** the police (4X)

The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
whitebread, chicken**** mutha****a.
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
**** you, you black mutha****a!>

**** the police (3X)

no ones biting .....wheres wackyP when you need him

the hare said:

If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
You win some, lose some, it's still the same to me
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,
Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,
Double up or quit, double stake or split, it's
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,
But that's the way I like it baby,
I don't wanna live for ever,
And don't forget the joker!

Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,
The Ace Of Spades
The Ace Of Spades

By Motorhead

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yep .....try driving under 70mph when thats on the CD player