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I'll start things off:
Well, in eighteen and fourteen we took a little trip
along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
And we caught the bloody British near the town of New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, I see'd Mars Jackson walkin down the street
talkin’ to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafayette
He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee
and the pirate said he’d help us drive the British in the sea.

The French said Andrew, you’d better run,
for Packingham’s a comin’ with a bullet in his gun.
Old Hickory said he didn’t give a dang,
he’s gonna whip the britches off of Colonel Packingham.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, we looked down the river and we see'd the British come,
and there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
while we stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
if we didn't fire a musket til we looked 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire til we see'd their faces well,
then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave a yell.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, we fired our cannon til the barrel melted down,
so we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.
We filled his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind,
and when they tetched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.

We’ll march back home but we’ll never be content
till we make Old Hickory the people’s President.
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans,
we’ll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin,
But there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch 'em
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
But there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Feast of friends (AKA the severed garden) by Jim Morrison (yes I can hear you all groaning lol)

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
south

Cruel bindings

The sevants have the power

dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.

Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family

Tricky one this, I have loads depending on my mood. A few are 'Change (in the house of flies)' - Deftones, 'Green and Grey' - New Model Army, almost anything by The Smiths ('I Know Its Over' stands out in my memory), but the current one is probably 'The Apologist' by R.E.M. :

can i post the whole of The Ring Cycle?

Artist/Band: Charlie Daniels
Lyrics for Song: Devil Went Down to Georgia

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:
"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he resined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."

Fire on the moun, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"I told you once, you son of a b****, I'm the best that's ever been."

And he played fire on the mount, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

I'd go with "Swamp Thing" by The Chameleons off the top of my head:

I'm sure you'll guess this one right off the bat-it's the only song i ever talk about, and i never shut up about it .

Crazy I Was Crazy Once They Put Me In The Crazy House I Lived There I Died There They Buried Me In The Ground The Ground Worms Live In The Ground Worms Drive Me Crazy Crazy I Was Crazy Once They Put Me In The Crazy House I Lived There I Died There They Buried Me In The Ground The Ground Worms Live In The Ground Worms Drive Me Crazy!! I Was Crazy Once

PLEASE can i post the whole of The Ring Cycle? i understand if not, cos it's quite long, but then, what about stuff by the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah band?

knock yourself out morgvis - try not to fill the server space though

dunc

remember, folks - this is moderator-approved. don't blame me...

Canyons of your mind - Bonzo Dog Doodah Band (1969)

In the canyons of your mind
I will wander through your brain
'Cross the ventricles of your heart, my dear
I'm in love with you again
'Cross the mountains of your chest
I will stick a Union Jack.
To the forest of your cheek,
Through the holes in your string vest.

My darling, in my cardboard-coloured dreams, (cardboard-coloured dreams)
Once again I hear your laugh. (ooh, oooh, ooh)
And I kiss, yes I kiss, your perfumed hair: (but she's not there)
The sweet essence of giraffe. (of giraffe)
And each time I hear your name (frying pan, frying pan)
Oh, oh, oh, my my, how it hurts! (he's in pain)
In the wardrobe of my soul, (of my soul)
In the section labelled "shirts".

Ah! Oh!
Oh! Ah!
Oh, oh, I mean it.. ah, oh, oh
Ah
Ooh
Uh.

My favorite lyrics are from Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. The song is called Loverly Spring! It goes like this:

Bum buttery flip fluttery dum deedley ooooo!

Bum buddley bluebird is singing a tune!
Daffodil-dillies all waken and prune!
Bursting in bloom all the flowers assume
It's a loverly, loverly spring!

La lalala la lalala la lalala la lalala oooooo!

Chit-chattery chipmunks all singing along!
Hummingbirds join in a spring-a-long song!
Spring is the springiest time for a song
It's a loverly, loverly spring.

In the forest we play with the rabbits all day!
We visit the birdies and fishes!
There's merry and care when there's spring in the air!
The feeling is just too delicious!

Bum buttery buttercups all in a row
Trilling and frilling and stealing the show!
May is the merriest month that I know
It's a loverly, loverly, la la loverly, la la la loverly spring!




I love that! I wish the world were like that!





P.S. May is the merriest month that I know! It's my birthday month!

ok, chris, my eye is twicthing now.

Sorry, I was just telling which one I liked. But wouldn't it be great if the world were like that? I would love to play with all the birdies and buttercups and chipmunks and fishes! Tee hee!

La la la la la!

This is my favroite.

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London Girls by Chas 'n' Dave

Some people sing 'bout Detsche girls
and girls from California
They might be alright for a night alright
but don't trust them, I warn ya
I've been to the East and I've been out West
and I've been the world around
But I ain't seen none come anywhere near
the girls from London Town

Give me a London Girl every time
I've got to find one
I've made up my mind
Give me a London Girl every time
I want a London Girl

Marry a girl from London Town,
you know you can trust her
She'll mend your socks, and wash and mend
your trousers if you bust 'em
They're all good cooks
and they've got good looks
and they won't lead you a Dance
said I gotta find a London Girl
if I get half a chance

Give me a London Girl every time
I've got to find one
I've made up my mind
Give me a London Girl every time
I want a London Girl

London Girls are the best in the world
There ain't no doubt about it
If ya can't find a girl from London Town
you're better off a-doing without it
They don't create when you come home late
and you're crawlin' up the passage floor
And they won't muck about, yes, when you've gone out
with the geezer from the house next door

Give me a London Girl every time
I've got to find one
I've made up my mind
Give me a London Girl every time
I want a London Girl

Look at a girl from London Town
your knees will turn to Jelly
When I look at them, I sware, they're
just like models on the telly
But they don't need no Makeup
They look good as they are
and they alsway have a pound
to buy their round if it's their turn at the bar

Give me a London Girl every time
I've got to find one
I've made up my mind
Give me a London Girl every time
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It took me a very long time to type this. I hope I don't offend anybody.

No offense intended, but why would anyone want to be from london? I mean, I love being American, and being south of the Mason Dixin line is heaven.