Blasphemous Rumours - Depeche Mode

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note againcandles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine

Summer's day, as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain, and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

Billy Don't Be A Hero ( Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods )

    The marchin' band came down along Main Street
    The soldier blues fell in behind
    I looked across and there I saw Billy
    Waiting to go and join the line
    And with her head upon his shoulder
    His young and lovely fiancee
    From where I stood I saw she was cryin'
    And through her tears I heard her say

    Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
    Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife
    And as he started to go she said, Billy, keep your head low
    Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me

    The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside
    The battle raging all around
    The sergeant cried, We've got to hang on, boys!
    We've got to hold this piece of ground
    I need a volunteer to ride up
    And bring us back some extra men
    And Billy's hand was up in a moment
    Forgettin' all the words she said

    She said
    Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
    Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife
    And as he started to go she said, Billy, keep your head low
    Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me

    I heard his fiancee got a letter
    That told how Billy died that day
    The letter said that he was a hero
    She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw that letter away ...

Black Denim Trousers
The Diamonds 
Words and Music by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller

-as sung on "The Diamonds Collection"-Stardust CD-1010
-charted by The Cheers at # 6 in 1955

He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101

Well, he never washed his face and he never combed his hair
He had axle grease imbedded underneath his fingernails
On the muscle of his arm was a red tattoo
A picture of a heart saying "Mother, I love you"

He had a pretty girlfriend by the name of Mary Lou
But he treated her just like he treated all the rest
And everybody pitied her and everybody knew
He loved that doggone motorcycle best

He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101

(brief instrumental interlude)

Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded and she begged him not to leave
She said "I've got a feeling if you ride tonight I'll grieve"
But her tears were shed in vain and her every word was lost
In the rumble of an engine and the smoke from his exhaust

(SPOKEN): Then he took off like the Devil and there was fire in his eyes!!  He 
said "I'll go a thousand miles before the sun can rise."  But he hit a screamin' diesel 
that was California-bound"  (SUNG)  And when they cleared the wreckage, all 
they found

Was his black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But they couldn't find the 'cicle that took off like a gun
And they never found the terror of High way 1 oh 1

Ballad of an Angel - Bobby Swanson

Well, this is the story
Of my little girl
Angel my darling
Who's gone from this world
 
We met at a party
And then we fell in love
She said she'd be faithful
And swore by stars above
 
Although she's gone
Angel is still a part of me
 
We went to the movies
And to the high school prom
And our love grew stronger
And true from that time on
 
Although she's gone
Angel is still a part of me
 
And then one day
My angel went
Up to heaven so bright
And since she's gone
Well, I'm all alone

Tears fill my eyes every night
 
Dear God up above,
Take care of my true love
And, darling, I love you
You're all I'm dreaming of
 
Although she's gone
Angel is in my memory
 
Angel

Billy and Sue
by B.J. Thomas & The Triumphs
Album	: Greatest Hits

This is a story about Billy and Sue
they were as in love as were any two
and yet Billy had to die 
and when you hear the reason why
you'll hang your head and cry

Billy and Sue met the first day of school
and ever since lived by the golden rule 
because they'll do unto others 
what you wouldn't want done to you 
you'd have to be a fool

This mutual agreement of love and trust
they would travel the road
to marriage or bust
and when Billy was old enough to take a wife
he was old enough to fight for his country
and his way of life

Sue's letters came every day 
strengthened his cause they showed him the way
to fight for his country and the girl he loved
that's a soldiers only pay

But then Billy heard no more from Sue 
he was worried sick but what could he do
the bullets were screaming as he hugged the ground
and back home Sue was running round

Billy was getting less and less strong
his hope his fate was almost gone
and then like a miracle the letter appeared
Billy tore the letter open and he read dear John

A look came over Billy that would scare a ghost
familiar look seen on soldiers coast to coast
and even though the air was filled with lead 
Billy jumped up they shot him dead

Billy was buried in a far away grave
it read for his country his life he gave
but that epitaph was only a part
he didn't die from a bullet but he died from a broken heart

Blood on The Floor by Fleetwood Mac

Written by Jeremy Spencer.

Well goodbye world
It's sad but true
Got a date with the hangman
I have to leave you
I shot my darlin'
Three times of more
The reason I'm goin'
Is blood on the floor

The nights are so lonely
The days are so long
I'm in the jailhouse
Cause they say I've done wrong
I don't say I'm sorry
I just say I'm sore
The reason I'm goin'
Is blood on the floor (blood on the floor)

Well I came home one night
She were lyin'
With her legs around
Another mans bod
She saw me stared laughin'
But she cried when she saw my gun

Goodbye world
I guess we must part
They're taking my life
Cause I shot my sweetheart
I don't say I'm sorry
I just say I'm sore
The reason I'm goin'
Is blood on the floor
Oh the reason I'm goin'
Is blood on the floor
Oh the reason I'm goin'
Is the blood on the floor

Bonnie And Clyde by Georgie Fame

Bonnie and Clyde were pretty lookin' people
But I can tell you people They were the devil's children,
Bonnie and Clyde began their evil doin'
One lazy afternoon down Savannah way,
They robbed a store, and high-tailed outa that town
Got clean away in a stolen car,
And waited till the heat died down,
Bonnie and Clyde advanced their reputation
And made the graduation
Into the banking business.
"Reach for the sky" sweet-talking Clyde would holler
As Bonnie loaded dollars in the dewlap bag,
Now one brave man-he tried to take 'em alone
They left him Iyin' in a pool of blood,
And laughed about it all the way home.
Bonnie and Clyde got to be public enemy number one
Running and hiding from ev'ry American lawman's gun.
They used to laugh about dyin',
But deep inside 'em they knew
That pretty soon they'd be lyin'
Beneath the ground together
Pushing up daisies to welcome the sun
And the morning dew.
Acting upon reliable information
A fed'ral deputation laid a deadly ambush.
When Bonnie and Clyde came walking in the sunshine
A half a dozen carbines opened up on them.
Bonnie and Clyde, they lived a lot together
And finally together they died,

Merle Haggard - Legend of Bonnie and Clyde

Bonnie was a waitress in a small cafe
Clyde Barrow was the rounder that took her away
They both robbed and killed until both of them died
So goes the Legend of Bonnie and Clyde.

The poems that she wrote of the life that they led
Told of the lawmen left dying or dead
Some say that Clyde made her life a shame
But the legend made Bonnie the head of the game.

The rampage grew wilder with each passing day
The odds growing smaller with each get-a-way
With the end growing closer the harder they fought
With blood on their hands they were bound to get caught.

They drove back from town on one bright summer day
When a man they befriended stepped out in the way
With no thought of dyin' they pulled to the side
But death lay there waiting for Bonnie and Clyde.

Two years or runnin' was ended that day
For robbin' and killin' they both had to pay
But we'll always remember how they lived and died
So goes the Legend of Bonnie and Clyde.

Serge Gainsbourg (duet w/Brigitte Bardot) - Bonnie And Clyde 

Vous avez lu l'histoire
De Jesse James
Comment il vecut
Comment il est mort
Ca vous a plus hein
Vous en d'mandez encore
Et bien
Ecoutez l'histoire
De Bonnie and Clyde
Alors voila
Clyde a une petite amie
Elle est belle et son prenom
C'est Bonnie
A eux deux ils forment
Le gang Barrow
Leurs noms
Bonnie Parker et Clyde Barrow
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Moi lorsque j'ai connu Clyde
Autrefois
C'etait un gars loyal
Honnete et droit
Il faut croire
Que c'est la societe
Qui m'a definitivement abime
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Qu'est c' qu'on a pas ecrit
Sur elle et moi
On pretend que nous tuons
De sang froid
C'est pas drol'
Mais on est bien oblige
De fair' tair'
Celui qui s'met a gueuler
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Chaqu'fois qu'un polic'man
Se fait buter
Qu'un garage ou qu'un' banque
Se fait braquer
Pour la polic'
Ca ne fait pas d'myster
C'est signe Clyde Barrow
Bonnie Parker
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Maint'nant chaq'fois
Qu'on essaie d'se ranger
De s'installer tranquill's
Dans un meuble
Dans les trois jours
Voila le tac tac tac
Des mitraillett's
Qui revienn't a l'attaqu'
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Un de ces quatr'
Nous tomberons ensemble
Moi j'm'en fous
C'est pour Bonnie que je tremble
Qu'elle importanc'
Qu'ils me fassent la peau
Moi Bonnie
Je tremble pour Clyde Barrow
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
D'tout' facon
Ils n'pouvaient plus s'en sortir
La seule solution
C'etait mourir
Mais plus d'un les a suivis
En enfer
Quand sont morts
Barrow et Bonnie Parker
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde

A Beginning From An End - by Jan & Dean

She looks like you in every way
And I love her more with each passing day
But that doesn't mean that I don't miss you
But when she cries, miss you, miss you
The way she dies, miss you, miss you
But that doesn't mean you that I don't miss you

She reminds me of the morning you left me without warning
But that doesn't mean you I don't miss you

Whenever I'm holding her hair, I seem to sense your presence here
I even get the feeling I could reach out and touch your hand

She waits each morning smiling bright
She takes my hand and she'll squeeze it tight
But that doesn't mean you that I don't miss you
But when she cries, miss you, miss you
The way she dies, miss you, miss you

(Spoken)
I can still remember that stifling antiseptic smell 
of the hospital corridor as you clutched my hand 
and we hurried down the hall.  I think you knew as you
looked up at each other that we would never see each other
again and I felt so all alone as they wheeled you through
the doors and told me to wait and then there was a cry and 
the doctor came out and showed me our baby girl.  You never
saw her sweetheart but she must have known her somewhere because
she looks and acts and talks like I remember you.

But that doesn't mean that I don't miss you
But when she cries, miss you, miss you
The way she dies, miss you, miss you
But that doesn't mean you that I don't miss you

Break It To Them Gently by Burton Cummings 

Break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad
When you see my baby sister be as kind as you can
And break it to my Grandma, who said "That boy's wild and bad"
Break it to them gently when you tell them that I won't be coming
home again

Cause I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive
Fightin for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone
Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive
God I wanna go home
Lord I wish I was home

When you see my lady with the twinkle in her eyes
Tell it to her softly and hold her if she cries
Tell her that I love her and I will til the day I die
Tell it to her gently when you tell her that I won't be coming home
again

(chorus)
I got in too deep with strangers
Thinking they could help me find my way
But nobody warned me of the dangers
And it's always the young and foolish that have to pay

So break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad
Thank them for the good years and all the lovin that I had
And break it to my Grandma, who said "the boy is wild and bad"
Break it to them gently when you tell 'em that I won't be comin home
again

(chorus)

You gotta break it to them gently
Gotta really try to roll 'em
Gotta break it to them gently
Gotta really try to soothe them
Gotta really try to roll 'em
You gotta roll it to my Mother
Gotta roll it to my Grandma
Gotta roll the old lady
Roll it to my Grandma, she's damn near eighty
Roll the old lady 

Bloodstains - Agent Orange

they can make things worse for me
sometimes i'd rather die
they can tell me lots of things
but i can't see eye to eye
well, i know they know the way i think
i know they always will
but someday i'm gonna change my mind
sometimes i'd rather kill

bloodstains - speed kills
fast cars - cheap thrills
rich girls - fine wine
i've lost my sense - i've lost control - i've lost my mind

things seem so much different now
the scene has died away
i haven't got a steady job
and i've got no place to stay
well, it's a futuristic modern world
but things aren't what they seem
someday you'd better wake up
from this stupid fantasy

Beatles - Baby's in Black 
(Lennon/McCartney)

Oh dear, what can I do?
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue,
Tell me, oh what can I do?
She thinks of him and so she dresses in black,
And though he'll never come back,
she's dressed in black.
Oh dear, what can I do?
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue,
Tell me, oh what can I do?
I think of her, but she only thinks of him,
And though it's only a whim, she thinks of him.

Oh how long will it take,
Till she sees the mistake she has made?
Dear what can I do?
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue,
Tell me, oh what can I do?
Oh how long it will take,
Till she sees the mistake she has made?
Dear what can I do?
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue,
Tell me, oh what can I do?
She thinks of him and so she dresses in black,
And though he'll never come back,
she's dressed in black.
Oh dear, what can I do?
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue,
Tell me, oh what can I do?

BARBARA ALLEN

Was in the merry month of May
When flowers were a bloomin',
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen.

Slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she went nigh him,
And all she said when she got there,
"Young man, I think you're dying."

"O yes, I'm sick and very low,
And death is on me dwellin',
No better shall I ever be
If I don't get Barbara Allen."

"Don't you remember the other day
When you were in the tavern,
I toasted all the ladies there
And slighted Barbara Allen?"

"O yes, I remember the other day
When we were in the Tavern,
I toasted all the ladies there,
Gave my love to Barbara Allen."

He turned his pale face to the wall,
And death was on him dwellin'.
"Adieu, Adieu, my kind friends all,
Be kind to Barbara Allen."

As she was walkin' through the fields,
She heard the death bells tolling,
And every toll they seemed to say,
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen."

She looked east, she looked west,
She saw his corpse a-comin'.
"Lay down, lay down the corpse," she said,

"And let me gaze upon him."

"O mother, mother make my bed,
O make it long and narrow,
Sweet William died for me today,
I'll die for him tomorrow."

Sweet William died on a Saturday night,
And Barbara died on Sunday,
Her mother died for the love of both,
And was buried Easter Monday.

They buried Willie in the old church yard,
And Barbara there anigh him,
And out of his grave grew a red, red rose,
And out of hers, a briar.

They grew and grew in the old churchyard,
Till they couldn't grow no higher,
They lapped and tied in a true love's knot.
The rose ran around the briar.

- VERSION TWO:
In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry Well-a-day,
Her name was Barb'ra Allen. 

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barb'ra Allen. 

He sent his man unto her then
To the town where he was dwellin'
You must come to my master, dear,
If your name be be Barb'ra Allen. 

So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
And all she said when there she came:
"Young man, I think you're dying!" 

He turned his face unto the wall
And death was drawing nigh him.
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barb'ra Allen. 

As she was walking o'er the fields,
She heard the death bell knellin',
And ev'ry stroke did seem to say,
Unworthy Barb'ra Allen. 

When he was dead and laid in grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow.
"Oh mother, mother, make my bed
For I shall die tomorrow."

And on her deathbed she lay,
She begged to be buried by him,
And sore repented of the day
That she did e'er deny him. 

"Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in,
Henceforth take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barb'ra Allen."

 
 - VERSION THREE:
In London town where I was born,
And where I got my learning,
Sweet William Green took to his bed,
For love of Barbara Allen. 

He sent her letters with his man,
She read them small and moving,
No better shall ye be,
Ye'll not have Barbara Allen. 

As she walked down the road to home,
She saw his hearse a-comin',
"Oh, lay him down upon the ground,
That I may gaze upon him."

"Oh, mother, mother make my bed,
Oh, make it long and narrow,
Sweet William died for love today,
I'll die for him tomorrow." 

They buried her by the old church tower,
Him they laid beside her,
And from her grave grew a red, red rose,
And from his grave a briar. 

They grew to top the old church tower,
They could not grow no higher,
And there they twined in a true lover's knot,
Red rose around the briar. 

Meat Loaf - Bat Out of Hell

The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight
Theres a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright
Theres evil in the air and theres thunder in the sky
And a killers on the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising
Oh I swear I saw a young boy
Down in the gutter
He was starting to foam in the heat
Oh baby youre the only thing in this whole world
Thats pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
Theres always gonna be some light
But I gotta get out
I gotta break it out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When its over you know
Well both be so alone

Like a bat out of hell
Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone gone gone
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlights shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you

Im gonna hit the highway like a battering ram
On a silver black phantom bike
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry
And were all about to see the light
Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole
And everything is stunted and lost
And nothing really rocks
And nothing really rolls
And nothings ever worth the cost
And I know that Im damned if I never get out
And maybe Im damned if I do
But with any other beat I got left in my heart
You know Id rather be damned with you
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Dancing through the night with you
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
If gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night with you

Oh baby youre the only thing in this whole world
Thats pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
Theres always gonna be some light
But I gotta get out
I gotta break it out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When its over you know
Well both be so alone

Like a bat out of hell
Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlights shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you

I can see myself
Tearing up the road
Faster than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is rough but my soul is ripe
And no ones gonna stop me now
I gotta make my escape
But I cant stop thinking of you
And I never see the sudden curve until its way too late
I never see the sudden curve until its way too late

Then Im dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And flying away
Like a bat out of hell

Then Im dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Still beating
Breaking out of my body and flying away
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell

Ballad of Thunder Road
(Robert Mitchum & Don Raye (Capitol Records))

Let me tell the story, I can tell it all;
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol.
His daddy made the whiskey, the son he drove the load;
And when his engine roared they called the highway "Thunder Road".

Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town.
The Revenuers chased him but they couldn't run him down.
Each time they thought they had him his engine would explode.
He'd go by like they were standing still on "Thunder Road".

CHO:
  And there was thunder, thunder over "Thunder Road",
  Thunder was his engine and white lightening was his load.
  And there was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst.
  The law they ( swore they'd get him but) the devil got him first.
      last chorus: (never got him 'cause)

It was on the first of April, Nineteen-Fifty-Four
The Federal man sent word he'd better make his run no more.
He said "200 agents were covering the state;
Which ever road he tried to take they'd get him sure as fate.

'Son' his daddy told him, 'make this run your last.
The tank is filled with 100 proof; you're all tuned-up and gassed.
Now don't take any chances, if you can't get through.
I'd rather have you back again than all that Mountain Dew.'

Roaring out of Harlan; revving up his mill.
He shot the Gap at Cumberland and streamed by Maynardville.
With G men on his tail light; road block up ahead,
The mountain boy took roads that even angels feared to tread.

Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike,
Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike.
He left the road at 90; that's all there is to say.
The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day.