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September 27, 2009 · 1 Comment

LA Woman
The Doors


LA Woman
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel…City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c’mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin’
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin’ down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman…
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel Money Murder Madness
Let’s change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin’, Mr. Mojo Risin’
Mr. Mojo Risin’, Mr. Mojo Risin’
Got to keep on risin’
Mr. Mojo Risin’, Mr. Mojo Risin’
Mojo Risin’, gotta Mojo Risin’
Mr. Mojo Risin’, gotta keep on risin’
Risin’, risin’
Gone risin’, risin’
I’m gone risin’, risin’
I gotta risin’, risin’
Well, risin’, risin’
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin’
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel…City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c’mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c’mon

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September 15, 2009 · 1 Comment

Wings/Paul McCartney
Maybe I’m Amazed
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by Paul McCartney
Maybe I’m Amazed At The Way You Love Me All The Time
Maybe I’m Afraid Of The Way I Love You
Maybe I’m Amazed At The Way You Pulled Me Out Of Time
And Hung Me On A Line
Maybe I’m Amazed At The Way I Really Need You
Maybe I’m A Man Maybe I’m A Lonely Man
Who’s In The Middle Of Something
That He Doesn’t Really Understand
Maybe I’m A Man And Maybe You’re The Only Woman
Who Could Ever Help Me
Baby Won’t You Help Me Understand,
Maybe I’m A Man, Maybe I’m A Lonely Man
Who’s In The Middle Of Something
That He Doesn’t Really Understand
Maybe I’m A Man And Maybe You’re The Only Woman
Who Could Ever Help Me
Baby Won’t You Help Me Understand, Oohhh
Maybe I’m Amazed At The Way You’re With Me All The Time
Maybe I’m Afraid Of The Way I Leave You
Maybe I’m Amazed At The Way You Help Me Sing My Song
Right Me When I’m Wrong
Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you
Oh maybe I’m amazed.
Maybe I’m amazed.
Yeh, yeh yeh.
Yeh, Maybe I’m amazed.
I’m amazed, with you.
Oo-oo. Oo-oo.

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September 13, 2009 · 2 Comments

Led Zeppelin
Kashmir


Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealedTalk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.
Oh, I been flying… mama, there ain’t no denyin’
I’ve been flying, ain’t no denyin’, no denyin’
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I’ve been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin’ through Kashmir.
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.
When I’m on, when I’m on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down…
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I’m down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
Let me take you there. Let me take you there
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The Beatles
I Am The Walrus


I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I’m crying.
Sitting on a bench, waiting for the bus to come.
Corporation t-shirts, stupid bloody Tuesday.
You’ve been a naughty boy, you let your hair grow long.
I am eatting eggs, they are eatting eggs, I’m John Lennon,
Goo goo ga joob.
Mister City P’liceman sitting
Pretty little girls in a row.
See how they fly like a plane in the Sky, see how they fly.
I’m crying.
I’m cry, I’m crying, I’m cry.
Yellow custard, dripping from a large black pot.
Fisherman with his fishwife,
You’ve been a naughty boy and you let your face get dirty.
I am eatting eggs (woo), they are eatting eggs (woo), I am John Lennon,
Goo goo ga joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don’t come, you get wet from
Sitting in the English rain.
I am eatting eggs, they are eatting eggs, I am John Lennon,
goo goo gajoob ga goo goo gajoob.
Expert singers, choking smokers
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he he he, ha ha ha)
See how they snort like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.
I’m crying.
Eleanor Rigby, climbing up the stairs.
Expert singers singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them reading Edgar Allan Poe.
I am eatting eggs, they are eatting eggs, I John Lennon,
Goo goo gajoob ga goo goo ga joob
(everybody ho ha everybody ho ha!)
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The Doors
Waiting For The Sun


At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom’s Shore.
Waiting for the Sun (3x)
Can you feel it now that spring has come.
And it’s time to live in the scattered sun.
Waiting for the Sun (3x, pause, again slower)
Waiting…. Waiting…. Waiting…. Waiting…. (2x)
Waiting for you to – come along
Waiting for you to – hear my song
Waiting for you to – come along
Waiting for you to – tell me what went wrong
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
YEAH! (Riff 8x)
(Repeat second verse, Chorus 3x, then riff 2x, end).
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September 4, 2009 · 1 Comment

Start Me Up
The Rolling Stones


If you start me up
If you start me up Ill never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up Ill never stop
Ive been running hot
You got me ticking gonna blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up Ill never stop
You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If you start it up
Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got
I cant compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up
Dont make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
Shes a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, never
Slide it up
You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
Ill take you places that youve never, never seen
Start it up
Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never stop, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop, never stop
You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man cum
You, you make a dead man cum
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Creedence Clearwater Revival
Fortunate Son
Music Video


Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, theyre red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no,

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Bruce Springsteen
I’m going down


We sit in the car outside your house, whoah
I can feel the heat coming ’round
I go to put my arm around you
And you give me a look like I’m way out of bounds
Well you let out one of your bored sighs
Well lately when I look into your eyes
I’m goin’ down…
We get dressed up and we go out, baby, for the night
We come home early burning, burning in some fire fight
I’m sick and tired of you setting me up, yeah
Setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down
I’m goin’ down…
I pull you close to me baby, but when we kiss I can feel a doubt
I remember back when we started
My kisses used to turn you inside out
I used to drive you to work in the morning
Friday night I’d drive you all around
You used to love to drive me wild, yeah
But lately girl you get your kicks from just dragging me down
I’m goin’ down down down down
I’m goin’ down down down down
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Talking Heads
The Lady Don’t Mind


Last time she jumped out the window, well, she only turned and
Smiled. you might think she would say something, but youd have to
Wait a while.
Well the lady dont mind.
No, no, no, the lady dont mind
She just turns her head and disappears,
I kinda like that style
Little boat that floats on a river, its drifting through a haze
She stops by whenever she wants to, well, there she goes again
Well, its no trouble at all.
No, no, no trouble at all
Well, what she does
Is all right with me, and
I kinda like that style
Come on. come on. I go up and down.
I like this curious feeling. I know, I see.
Its like make believe. cover your ears
So you can hear what Im saying.
Im not lost but I dont know
Where I am. I got a question.
All right. all right. this is what we like.
Who knows, who knows,
What Im thinking
She says love is not what shes after,
And everyone knows.
Each time she looks in the mirror,
She lets her feelings show.
Well, the lady dont mind
No, no, no, the lady dont mind.
Well, what she says is all right by me,
And I kinda like that style
Uh-oh. uh-oh. here we go again
I dont know, I dont know,
What Im sayin.
Hey man. hey man.
I sure dont feel the same
She likes to say what shes feeling
Hey. did I get a big surprise.
I know you think so.
Come on. come on. she says anything.
Who knows, who knows,
What shes thinking.
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