They gave it to us for about five bucks a week, and we just went there to live. Probably the first band that ever did that back then and it became the famous cottage.
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Boys In The Band
(brown)
With mr soul or king creole
You gotta go with the man in the band
Hell be your guide
Singing la la la la
But what makes mr politic
A lot of words another trick
Turn peace into war
Singing ha ha ha ha
Ooh its not the way we want it
Not the way at all
Not the way to change our minds
Our backs up against the wall
The boys in the band all live in harmony
For lifes a poem
And we can make it rhyme
The boys in the band all live in harmony
Lets get it together before we
Go down, down, down
I dont want to theorise it
Just hope people realise
The simple melody can free your soul
And let you be man what you are
And fly la la la
But every back street slum where
Pushers push and hookers hook
Just wont set you free with ha ha ha ha
Oooh its not the way we want it
Not the way at all
Not the way to change our minds
Our backs up against the wall
The boys in the band all live in harmony
For lifes a poem
And we can make it rhyme
The boys in the band all live in harmony
Lets get it together before we
Go down, down, down
Break
The boys in the band all live in harmony
The boys in the band all live in harmony
Oooh its not the way we want it
Not the way at all
Not the way to change our minds
Our backs up against the wall
The boys in the band all live in harmony
The boys in the band all live in harmony
The boys in the band all live in harmony
The boys in the band all live in harmony
The boys in the band all live in harmony
The boys in the band all live in harmony
song performed by by Hollies
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Famous Fable
The famous fable,
The famous table,
The famous stable,
The famous cable,
The famous babble,
The famous gable,
The famous parable,
The famous variable
The famous sable;
But, able to crown your love with my muse!
For, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This Week The Trend
And this week the trend
Was to not wake up till 3pm
I picked the few conscious hours that I chose to spend
And slept away the rest of them
And this week the trend
Was to crash and burn and then return again
To practice the life that I pretend
Provides enough to get me though the weekend
So I say
Give me a solution
And watch me run with it
And then you gave
You gave me a solution
What have I done with it
Cause I was absolutely sure I had it all figured out
Way back then
And now it's this minute, this hour, this day
And this week the trend
Was to backstab every single one of my friends
And leave a voicemail message trying to make amends
All the while hoping things work out in the end
And thie week the trend
Was to borrow all the strength that you could lend
To keep my head above the water and not descend
Back to where I said I'd never go again
So I say
Give me a solution
And watch me run with it
And then you gave
You gave me a solution
What have I done with it
Cause I was absolutely sure I had it all figured out
Way back then
But after this day it's this week all over again
And I just want to get mugged at knifepoint
To get cut enough to wake me up
Cause I know that I
Don't want to die
Sitting around watching my life go by
And what we take from this is what we'll get
And we haven't quite figured it out just yet
Because all of us are all too stuck
Strapped to a chair watching our lives blow up
Stuck watching our lives blow up
song performed by by Relient K
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Segregation
I stood beside the silken rope,
Five dollars in my hand,
And waited in my patient hope
To sit anear the Band,
And hear the famous Louie play
The best hot trumpet of today.
And then a waiter loafing near
Says in a nasty tone:
"Old coon, we don't want darkies here,
Beat it before you're thrown."
So knowin' nothin' I could do
I turned to go and--there was Lou.
I think he slapped that Dago's face;
His voice was big an' loud;
An' then he leads me from my place
Through all that tony crowd.
World-famous Louie by the hand
Took me to meet his famous Band.
"Listen, you folks," I heard him say.
"Here's Grand-papa what's come.
Savin' he teached me how to play,
I mighta been a bum.
Come on, Grand-pop, git up an' show
How you kin trumpet Ol' Black Joe."
Tremblin' I played before his Band:
You should have heard the cheers.
Them swell folks gave me such a hand
My cheeks was wet wi' tears . . .
An' now I'm off to tell the wife
The proudest night o' all ma life.
poem by Robert William Service
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Anthem Of The Handsome Ransom
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom...
We didnt want to cause any trouble
We just wanted them to listen to the band,
So we gave em a fax that said:
We have hidden a bomb in your womens toilet
If you wanna prevent the desaster
Come to the club
On the 25th to see us, but they came not
We paid 500 marks for that
Some people never heard anything bout jokes
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom...
Hello hartwig!
Weve got the tapes of your new, fantastic band
So if you want them back
You gotta place 50.000 bucks in
The womens toilet of the teldec,
You know,
Otherwise you wont hear your band again
Cause we will erase everything
Come on hartwig
Come on
Come on...
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom...
We thought musics got
Something to do with instruments and feelings
This is not the truth!
Lawyers and money that is what counts
We sat in a boat with sharks all around us
Weve tried to get rid off em
But when they smell money
You cant hold em back
So weve invented our own kind of kidnapping
Were kidnapping ourselves
And you pay the ransom
That sounds good, ha
That sounds good...
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom...
That sounds good...
This was the anthem
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Being, here, now
First, I gave up asking, Why?
for I was never told the truth;
now I live in whylessness;
then I gave up asking, How?
for they said, best find out for yourself;
now I live in howlessness;
then I gave up asking, When?
for they said, who can be sure?
now I live in whenlessness;
then I gave up asking, Where?
for they said, where is it not?
now I live in wherelessness;
then I gave up asking, Who?
for they said, first know yourself;
now I live in wholessness;
and now I live without these questions,
the answers run toward me;
now I am more here and now, and
elsewhereness near gone;
for elsewhere’s here and now, I find;
and Other’s really One.
*
[leaning on Rumi]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Week In Week Out
IIs there something more?
Surely there must be
You can't lose everything
So you're quite happy
To live with nothing more
Than a life-long shopping list
You tick off on credit
Well you'll pay for it
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Where are you going to turn?
When all ambition fails?
Why try any more
If human nature's stale?
Invite the hand of God
To touch the lucky few
There's no such thing as God
Nor easy money too?
Week in and week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Badfinger
Bandfinger is a British rock band,
Paul McCartney writes a song that makes them land,
land on top of the charts, they are off to a great start.
New manager is signed, but all money is spent,
they are famous but can't pay the rent,
Two band members want to leave this life,
one left a note, the other does decide
he wants to be with him,
So does something really grim.
I meet Joey Molland who is lead singer now,
He's at the Aurora Borealis studios.
I go to see Joey's new Badfinger band,
at the Taste of MN and in Wisconsin Cheese land,
I had already met Bad Finger's bass electric guitarist and Mark is his name,
I record my audio books at Cottage House which is not lame.
In the front of the Cottage House is a mansion quite charming
it has offices in it and an alarm for alarming.
Anyways, I recorded "Razel Sings the Blues" and
"Unfreezing Prince Emeray" and "Sarah's Special Birthday".
Even audio of "UniCandle's Flame"
Mark's daughter was in "Sarah's Special Birthday",
She played Sarah who talked to Melodie,
she was a little shy, but she was really sweet.
Now, best wishes to Mark's daughter for her artist career,
She was an original artist and very sincere.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 26,2011
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Famous Groupies
All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies for me
Behold the famous groupies
They are alike as two peas
And where the other goes, the other goes
But though the famous groupies
Are only paid in rupies
Nobody knows what the famous groupies know
And nobody goes where the famous groupies go
There was a bango player
Who kept an extra layer
Of dunlopillo mattress in his van
But when the famous groupies
Arived with their twin snoopies
Nobody saw which way the poor boy ran
Nobody does it like a famous groupie can
All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies for me
There was a lead guitarist
Who lived in epping forest
And all he ever wanted was to blow
When the girls were with him
He never lost his rhythm
And nobody knows what the famous groupies know
Nobody goes where the famous groupies go
There was a classic story
Of a roadic nicknamed rory
Who used to practice voodoo on the side
When the famous twosome
Suggested something gruesome
All that they found was a crater two miles wide
Which left the music business absolutely horrified
Ladies and gentlemen, those magnificent examples of
Female pulchritude and luminosity, direct from their
Global perambulations to the very boards of this
Supremely magnificent proscenium arch - ladies and
Gentlemen; I give you famous groupies!
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Possessions Devalued
Consumerism is childish...
Big Bucks. Big Bucks. Big Bucks. Spent.
More Toys. More Toys. More Toys. More...
For little Girls and Boys.
Who never grew up.
To learn the value of sharing.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Ballad Of The Landlord
Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
Don't you 'member I told you about it
Way last week?
Landlord, landlord,
These steps is broken down.
When you come up yourself
It's a wonder you don't fall down.
Ten Bucks you say I owe you?
Ten Bucks you say is due?
Well, that's Ten Bucks more'n I'l pay you
Till you fix this house up new.
What? You gonna get eviction orders?
You gonna cut off my heat?
You gonna take my furniture and
Throw it in the street?
Um-huh! You talking high and mighty.
Talk on-till you get through.
You ain't gonna be able to say a word
If I land my fist on you.
Police! Police!
Come and get this man!
He's trying to ruin the government
And overturn the land!
Copper's whistle!
Patrol bell!
Arrest.
Precinct Station.
Iron cell.
Headlines in press:
Man Threatens landlord
Tenant Held Bail
Judge GIives Negro 90 Days In County Jail!
poem by Langston Hughes
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0395 Sunset Boulevard
I loved your stories of the old times -
the endless journeys of the band bus,
Judy with her black-eyed girl,
the first action at each hotel
the drawer taken from the chest,
you laid in it; the band singer filling in
between the famous stars; knowing
the bridges between the famous verses
which singers seem to love so much
as if they're nearer private lives
of songwriters who have lives;
the visits to Stan Laurel, modest,
bright-eyed, pining for his Oliver..
the glittering night-time life
of wartime, almost-still-1930s
of the Hollywood refugees;
told by the not-quite-famous who
performed in front of the famous;
the time when thanks to you
I spoke to Gloria Swanson on the phone..
I hear the footsteps of the high-heeled life;
I smell the perfumes now no longer made.
I thank you for all these and more.
And if some of them
were not quite true,
then thank you for the care
with which you told them;
true dreams - dreamed truth.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Follow A Famous Father
I follow a famous father,
His honor is mine to wear;
He gave me a name that was free from shame,
A name he was proud to bear.
He lived in the morning sunlight,
And marched in the ranks of right.
He was always true to the best he knew
And the shield that he wore was bright.
I follow a famous father,
And never a day goes by
But I feel that he looks down to me
To carry his standard high.
He stood to the sternest trials
As only a brave man can;
Though the way be long, I must never wrong
The name of so good a man.
I follow a famous father,
Not known to the printed page,
Nor written down in the world's renown
As a prince of his little age.
But never a stain attached to him
And never he stooped to shame;
He was bold and brave and to me he gave
The pride of an honest name.
I follow a famous father,
And him I must keep in mind;
Though his form is gone, I must carry on
The name that he left behind.
It was mine on the day he gave it,
It shone as a monarch's crown,
And as fair to see as it came to me
It must be when I pass it down.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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A Letter of Advice
You tell me you're promised a lover,
My own Araminta, next week;
Why cannot my fancy discover
The hue of his coat, and his cheek?
Alas! if he look like another,
A vicar, a banker, a beau,
Be deaf to your father and mother,
My own Araminta, say 'No!'
Miss Lane, at her Temple of Fashion,
Taught us both how to sing and to speak,
And we loved one another with passion,
Before we had been there a week:
You gave me a ring for a token;
I wear it wherever I go;
I gave you a chain, - it is broken?
My own Araminta, say 'No!'
O think of our favorite cottage,
And think of our dear Lalla Rookh!
How we shared with the milkmaids their pottage,
And drank of the stream from the brook;
How fondly our loving lips faltered,
'What further can grandeur bestow?'
My heart is the same; - is yours altered?
My own Araminta, say 'No!'
Remember the thrilling romances
We read on the bank in the glen;
Remember the suitors our fancies
Would picture for both of us then;
They wore the red cross on their shoulder,
They had vanquished and pardoned their foe -
Sweet friend, are you wiser or colder?
My own Araminta, say 'No!'
poem by Winthrop Mackworth Praed
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Mutual Head Club
Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and I just keep thinkin
that I never meant it to be like this (to be like this)
You know what comes next (so do I)
Youre begging for a way to gracefully bow out
and say goodnight
It's worse than you think
On your way home, you should have known
you never listen to me
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
I cant say I blame you
but I wish that I could
Im sick of writing every song about you
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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I'd had people say, ""You'll enjoy being famous for a week, and you'll never enjoy it again"". But I don't think I had that week. I may have been working and missed that moment.
quote by Matt Damon
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Famous Last Words
Famous last words
By dickey betts, mike lawler and johnny cobb
(c) 1980 emi blackwood music inc., pangola publishing company and
Milene music, inc.
Famous last words, Ill be right back in a little while,
Ill be home early, famous last words.
Here comes the dawn, got to be headin home in a little while,
Shell be up singing along with the birds,
Still believing famous last words.
Chorus:
After all is said and done,
You know that I would never do you no wrong,
I never lied, never even tried,
Even in famous last words.
She sits there waiting, anticipating his return,
There all alone, if only the phone would ring,
Telling her only one thing, famous last words.
Chorus
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Band On The Run
Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever,
Never seeing no one nice again like you,
Mama you, mama you.
If I ever get out of here,
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity.
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here.
Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun,
And the first one said to the second one there I hope youre having fun.
Band on the run, band on the run.
And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one
For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run
Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh seeing no one else had come,
And a bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run.
Band on the run, band on the run.
And the jailer man and sailor sam, were searching every one
For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run
Well, the night was falling as the desert world began to settle down.
In the town theyre searching for us every where, but we never w ill be found.
Band on the run, band on the run
And the county judge, who held a grudge
Will search for evermore
For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Live Forever
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
Well I gave up cocaine and I gave up smack
I gave up drinking alcohol and smoking crack
I gave up living on the never never
But I cant give up believing that Im going to live forever
Well I gave up computer games, I gave up meat
I gave up watching tv in my favourite seat
I gave up wearing fur and I gave up wearing leather
But I cant give up believing that Im going to live forever
Give it up, give it up
Dont you know youve got to lose?
The desires you were born with
And your talent to abuse
Give it up, give it up
Theres a better life to live
Give it up, give it up
Give it all youve got to give
Well I gave up sugar and I gave up spice
I gave up everything that feels allright
cos I feel that these addictions are a chain you have to sever
Im addicted to believing that Im going to live forever
song performed by by Marillion
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For The Band
Now for the question
That just won't go away
"So what are we
Gonna do today?"
Cuz it seems like
For the last four years
We've had far much
Less stuff to say
I know I always come out
Like a pessimist
But there is always something else
That's leading up to this
Chris used to come
To all the local shows
Back when the days were simpler
Do you remember?
[Chorus]
Those days are gone but Chris is not
And now he's got big hair
And in fact along with that
He's developed a severe disliking for
FOR THE BAND! (For the Band x3)
And I don't like, how it seems like
Anything and everything is always
For the band
FOR THE BAND! (For the Band x3)
I don't like, how it seems like
Anything and everything is always
For the band
So don't think I'm going to
Sit and complain
When there's so many
Good things left to say
But watch closely
As I refrain
From forgetting who I am along the way
[Chorus]
Those days are gone but Chris is not
And now he's got big hair
And in fact along with that
He's developed a severe disliking for
FOR THE BAND! (For the Band x3)
And I don't like, how it seems like
Anything and everything is always
For the band
FOR THE BAND! (For the Band x3)
I don't like, how it seems like
Anything and everything is always
For the band
She sat me down and said to me
I think you've misplaced your identity
Cuz what you do isn't all of who
You really are
Cuz everyday is just the same to me
We're playing sloppily
And singing out of key
Everyday is just the same to me
We're playing sloppily
We're singing out of key
[Revised Chorus]
Those days are gone but Chris is not
And now he's got big hair
And in fact along with that
He's developed a severe disliking for
YOU KNOW WHAT! (For the Band x3)
And I don't like, how it seems like
Anything and everything is always
For the band
FOR THE BAND! (For the Band x3)
I don't like, how it seems like
Anything and everything is always
For the band
song performed by by Relient K
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