Favorite Lyrics Anyone?

[d4m.test]

Sorry bud......dun know it....but I do like this one....by Wayne marshall...!

baby look into my eyes when we're dancing in the club
i run my hands down your thigh, baby that is not enough,
if you think im wanna take you home after the first night,
with all the things that associated, damn right!

(chorus)
cuz tonight i wanna hear you say 'ooh aah' when i hit your g spot baby,
i wana hear you moan and groan with delight,(oh yeah)
let me hear you say'ooh,aah' when i hit your g spot baby,
i wana hear you moan and groan with tonight(oh yeah)

for extacy, we dont have to go to far, where ever she is my baby,
im sure that we can find her in the dark, just hold back, relax babe,
get ready for humping, and if extacy is waiting, baby im comin, comin

when you say 'ooh aah' when i hit your g spot baby,
i wana hear you moan and groan with delight,(oh yeah)
let me hear you say 'ooh,aah' when i hit your g spot baby,
i wana hear you moan and groan tonight! (yeah)

Are you ready for me, to make you come alive?
are you ready for me, to make u wet inside girl,
are you ready for me, to make your juicies overflow
are you ready for me, gotta let you know,
im gonna make u show

So let me hear you say'ooh aah' when i hit your g spot baby,
i wanna hear you moan and groan with delight,(baby)
let me hear you say 'ooh,aah' when i hit your g spot baby,

when i hit your g you'll be comin over me

When i hit your g again, you will tell all of your friends (oh yeah)

 

[CISO1969]

HOLY CRAP!

I am a huge Morrissey and "The Smiths" fan. I am glad to see others out there too.

I saw him for the first time 2 years ago both in PA and in Radio City.

CISO

 

[bme]

The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways,
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays,
Roy Orbison's singing for the lonely.....................................................

Bruce of course.

 

[CISO1969]

Joy Division--foprerunner to New Order and some claim the lead singer/writer ofr New Order simply used up Ian Curtis' material and had no talent of his own. Who knows? But the only song I know of them is "Love will tear us apart" and I even have their album

Echo & The Bunnymen are also good (they are still around)
The Smiths
The Cure
The Police
Howard Jones
Sex Pistols
The Jam
Buzzcocks
Husker Du
Bob Mould & Sugar
Missing persons
Devo


and many many more

 

[Syd]

You Make Me Feel So Young

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uoczc_lY1kA&mode=related&search=

Written by: Mack Gordon
Written by: Josef Myrow
Arranged by: Nelson Riddle – Quincy Jones and Billy Byers – Quincy Jones
From the Album: Songs For Swingin' Lovers (1956)

Lyrics:

You make me feel so young.
You make me feel so "Spring has sprung",
And every time I see you grin
I'm such a happy individual.

The moment that you speak
I wanna go play hide-and-seek.
I wanna go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon.

You and I are just like a couple of tots
Runnin' across the meadow
Pickin' up lots of forget-me-nots.

You make me feel so young.
You make me feel there are songs to be sung,
Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung,
And even when I'm old and gray
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
'Cause you make me feel so young.

You make me feel so young.
You make me feel so "Spring has sprung",
And every time I see you grin
I'm such a happy individual.

The moment that you speak
I want to go and play hide-and-seek.
I want to go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon.

You and I are just like a couple of tots
Runnin' across the meadow
Pickin' up lots of forget-me-nots.

You make me feel so young.
You make me feel there are songs to be sung,
Bells to be rung, wonderful fling to be flung.
And even when I'm old and gray
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
'Cause you - you make me feel so young.

You make me feel so young.
You make me feel so young.
Ooo - you make me feel so young.

 

[themick]

anything from gordon lightfoot. i could list lyrics for days, but anything from gordon lightfoot :wink:

 

[phaedo]

From Bob Seger - Against the wind: 'I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then'.
Just one off the top of my head, but there are so many to list

 

[d4m.test]

He was just a social drinker but social every night
He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four
She was just a silent thinker, silent every night
Hed enjoy the thought of killing her before

Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober
And he didnt think the problem was his drink
But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over
And when the rotting flesh began to stink

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all
I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from hoover bags
Especially for the woman in the wall

Shed knitted him a jumper with dominoes on
So he wore it everyday in every week
Pretended to himself that she hadnt really gone
Pretended that he thought he beard her speak

Then at last it seemed that he was really winning
He felt that he had some sort of grip
But all of his new life was sent a-spinning
When the rotting wall began to drip

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BRUCE AT HIS ABSOLUTE BEST...!

The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heatwave
Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade

And circus town's on the shortwave

The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
.( anybody wanna tell me why the man beast is sniffing popcorn )....?
As the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been born

Whoa, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to and fro
Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope with a cannon blast lightin' flash
Movin' fast through the tent Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall
Oh God save the human cannonball.
And the flying Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist,
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: "Ninety-five, ninety-six,
ninety-seven"
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds

And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin
Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
Jesus send some good women to save all your clowns

And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire,
And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire
And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget little Tiny Tim way up on his
shoulders, way up
And carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors
To his dimly lit trailer
And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans over, whispers into the little boy's ear "Hey son, you
want to try the big top?"
All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop.

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Up on the white veranda
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat.
Her passport shows a face
From another time and place
She looks nothin' like that.
And all the remnants of her recent past
Are scattered in the wild wind.
She walks across the marble floor
Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in.
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay.

As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down
And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write.
"Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,
Carefully removes his fez,
"Am I hearin' you right?"
And as the yellow fog is liftin'
The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor.
She passes him on the spiral staircase
Thinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador,
She starts to speak, but he walks away
As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway
On Black Diamond Bay.

A soldier sits beneath the fan
Doin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring.
Lightning strikes, the lights blow out.
The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout,
"Can you see anything?"
Then the Greek appears on the second floor
In his bare feet with a rope around his neck,
While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle,
Says, "Open up another deck."
But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,''
As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away
From Black Diamond Bay.

The desk clerk heard the woman laugh
As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough.
He tried to grab the woman's hand,
Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand."
She said, "That ain't enough."
Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags
While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb.
She passed the door that the Greek had locked,
Where a handwritten sign read, "Do Not Disturb."
She knocked upon it anyway
As the sun went down and the music did play
On Black Diamond Bay.

"I've got to talk to someone quick!"
But the Greek said, "Go away," and he kicked the chair to the floor.
He hung there from the chandelier.
She cried, "Help, there's danger near
Please open up the door!"
Then the volcano erupted
And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above.
The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner
Thinking of forbidden love.
But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day,"
As the stars fell down and the fields burned away
On Black Diamond Bay.

As the island slowly sank
The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room.
The dealer said, "It's too late now.
You can take your money, but I don't know how
You'll spend it in the tomb."
The tiny man bit the soldier's ear
As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew,
While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her,
"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup."
She sheds a tear and then begins to pray
As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away
From Black Diamond Bay.

I was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.,
Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news.
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothin' but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes.
Didn't seem like much was happenin',
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer.
Seems like every time you turn around
There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear
And there's really nothin' anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay.

 

[daytona4me]

Dr. Hook

I was sitting in my basement I just rolled myself a taste
Of something green and gold and glorious to get me through the day
Then my friend yelled through the transom "Grab your coat and get your hat son
There's a nut down on the corner, givin' dollar bills away"

But I laid around a bit
Then I had another hit
Then I rolled myself a bauma
Then I thought about my mama
Then I fooled around, played around
Jacked around a while and then

I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and it rolled right by
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned oh me oh my

Now it took seven months of urging just to get that local virgin
With the sweet face up to my place to fool around a bit
Next day she woke up rosy and she snuggled up so cosy
When she asked me how I liked it Lord it hurt me to admit

I was stoned and I missed it
I was stoned and I missed it
I was stoned and it rolled right by
I was stoned and I missed it
I was stoned and I missed it
I was stoned oh me oh my

Now I ain't makin' no excuses for the many things I uses
Just to sweeten my relationships and brighten up my day
But when my earthly race is over and I'm ready for the clover
And they ask me how my life has been I guess I'll have to say

I was stoned and I missed it
I was stoned and I missed it
I was stoned and it rolled right by
I was stoned and I missed it
I was stoned and I missed it
I was stoned oh me oh my