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The Four Seasons - "No Surfing Today" She was my surfer girl she surfed in the sun where are you surfer girl now our fun is done now our fun is done Angry sea, took my love from me no surfin' today no surfin' Way out beyond the reef they said don't go (don't go! don't go!) the undertow so deep dragged her down below dragged her down below Angry sea, took my love from me no surfin' today no surfin Just yesterday We felt the ocean spray While we were surfing side by side I'll never hold her hand, she's too far away I'll never understand, what else can I say What else can I say Angry sea, took my love from me no surfin' today no surfin'
Nightmare - The Whyte Boots Spoken: Yeah, no boy's worth the trouble that I'm in. My friends they told me, they said I could win. They said, "Don't let her get away with it," but I never should have listened. You can beat her You can win Look out she's sneering Better wipe off her grin Get her, get her Push her to the ground Ger her, get her Push her down Spoken: "They're right," I thought. She did take my Bobby away, putting me down, showing everybody his ring. Well, I thought I'd like to scare her a little, but I never meant to hurt her or anything. You can beat her You can win Look out she's sneering Better wipe off her grin Get her, get her Push her to the ground Ger her, get her Push her down (Fight sounds) Oooh, oooh, oooh... Spoken: She lay so still. I knew that something was wrong. And I said, "Help me, girls. What should I do? What should I do?!" Run, run, run... I tried to run But it was too late The cop held me Said, "Girl, you better wait." "Get her, get her," That's what they said "Get her, get her" It's all my fault she's dead She didn't want to fight She didn't want to fight She didn't want to fight... Spoken: I didn't want to fight. What could I do? They were standing around. I didn't want to fight. Please don't take me. No. Don't take me. Help me, somebody, please. Don't let 'em do this. No. No. No. I didn't want to fight. (Fade)
The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia by Vicki Lawrence (covered by Reba McIntire) He was on his way home from Candletop Been two weeks gone and he thought he'd stop at Webbs And have him a drink 'fore he went home to her Andy Wolloe said Hello And he said Hi, whats doin', Wo Said, sit down, I got some bad news, it's gonna hurt He said, I'm your best friend and you know that's right But your young bride ain't home tonight Since you been gone she's been seein' that Amos boy, Seth Well, he got mad 'n' he saw red And Andy said, Boy, dontcha lose your head 'Cause to tell ya the truth I been with her myself That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer 'Cause the judge in the towns got bloodstains on his hands Well, Andy got scared and left the bar Walkin' on home 'cause he didn't live far See, Andy didn't have many friends And he'd just lost him one Brother thought his wife musta left town So he went home and finally found The only thing Papa had left him and that was a gun And he went off to Andy's house A-slippin' through the backwoods quiet as a mouse Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make He looked through the screen at the back-porch door And he saw Andy lyin' on the floor In a puddle of blood and he started to shake Well, the Georgia Patrol was a-makin their rounds So he fired a shot just to flag 'em down And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said "why dya do it" And the judge said Guilty in a make-believe trial And slapped the Sheriff on the back with a smile Said suppers waitin' at home and I gotta get to it That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer 'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands Well, they hung my brother before I could say The tracks he saw while on his way To Andy's house and back that night were mine And his cheatin' wife had never left town And that's one body that'll never be found See, little sister don't miss when she aims her gun That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia, oh-oh-aah That's the night that they hung an innocent man, ah-huh-unh Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer 'Cause the Judge in the towns got bloodstains on his hands
Nightmare #5 Words & Music by Al Kooper (New York City / 1969) I was sixteen years of age when I fled my family's house And I hitchhiked down the highway Tryin' to make my way down South It was in the dead of winter and it chilled me to the bone But I was sixteen years of age Just tryin to get a message home It was cold & It was windy & I was two days in my flight And my shoes were almost wore through And the day was almost night When the only car I saw that day came rollin into view I just ran onto the highway for to see what I could do I waved my arms & hollered and the car it did slow down And I asked the man inside to help me For to get to the very next town He nodded yes & I jumped inside I was thankful, safe & warm But the stranger kept his eyes ahead And drove straight into the storm I guess I musta fell asleep but I couldn't tell how long When I woke up in a hurry with the feel of something wrong The stranger was still driving and he did not say a word And I asked him many questions But he seemed not to have heard Then fear began to grab me & I reached out for the door When I almost had it open Well, the car began to soar As it angled towards the heavens I just tried to catch my breath For it was then I knew what time it was And the stranger's name was Death
Don Mclean - 1967 In Nineteen Sixty Seven the draft caught up with me, me and my pal Joe went off to war. We might find hero's heaven, but we'd keep the country free. We would surely win just like before. Roy Rogers he was on his horse, and Buck Jones drew his gun. We would surely win of course when the battle was all done. Nineteen Sixty Seven I came back alone, they brought Joe back in plastic on the plane. Nineteen Sixty Seven seems so long ago, but I can't forget my friend or ease my pain. His family may forget him, his children may regret him, his wife may find another and go on. His picture may grow faded and the world he knew gone jaded but as long as I shall live I surely know, I never will forget my buddy Joe. In Nineteen Sixty Seven, the war was raging on, our country was divided and reborn. Though I was back at home, I had never left Saigon, 'cause all I got was ridicule and scorn. This was no place for hero's now, they all seemed to resent me, They said "Why did you ever go?" I said "Because they sent me." Nineteen Sixty Seven they buried my friend Joe, and I was flashing back while people wept. I thought of how he saved us and I watched the land-mine blow, and I looked down at his dog-tag that I kept. You'll always be a young man, you always will be smiling, you always will be confident and true. Your picture may grow faded and the world you knew gone jaded, but as long as I shall live I surely know, I never will forget my buddy Joe. Long as I shall live I surely know, I never will forget you buddy Joe.
Paul Hardcastle - 19 In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war, but it wasn't. It was different in many ways, as so were those that did the fighting. In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26... In Vietnam he was 19. In inininininin Vietnam he was 19. (TV announcer's voice) The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today 25 miles west of Saigon I really wasn't sure what was going on (Vet's Voice) Nininini Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19 19,19,19,19 In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served a twelve month tour of duty but was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday Ninininininininininin 19 nininininninin 19 Hundreds of Thousands of men who saw heavy combat in Vietnam were arrested since discharge Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age. There are no accurate figures of how many of these men have been incarcerated. But, a Veterans Administration study concludes that the greater of Vets exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances of being arrested or convicted. This is one legacy of the Vietnam War (Singing Girls) All those who remember the war They won't forget what they've seen.. Destruction of men in their prime whose average was 19 Dedededededede-Destruction Dedededededede-Destruction War, War Dededede-Destruction, wa-wa-War, wa-War, War Dedededededede-Destruction War, War After World War II the Men came home together on troop ships, but the Vietnam Vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat Perhaps the most dramatic difference between World War II and Vietnam was coming home.. .none of them received a hero's welcome None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them Nenene Nenene None of them, none of them, none of them (etc...) None of them received a hero's welcome None of them received a hero's welcome According to a Veteran's Administration study Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what Psychiatrists call Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder Many vets complain of alienation, rage, or guilt Some succumb to suicidal thoughts Eight to Ten years after coming home almost eight-hundred-thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War (Singing Girls) Dedededededede-Destruction Nininininininininin Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19 19,19,19,19 Nininininininininin Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19 19,19,19,19 (Soldiers Voice) When we came back it was different.. Everybody wants to know "How'd it happened to those guys over there There's gotta be something wrong somewhere We did what we had to do There's gotta be something wrong somewhere People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now All we want to do is come home All we want to do is come home What did we do it for All we want to do is come home Was it worth it?
99 To Life - Social Distortion I'm broken hearted, I'm a broken Man. Driven by anger, on that Night I ran. I had me a woman, I thought that she'd be true. Now she's gone and left me, you Know her life is through. chorus: Lonely weekends, baby lonely Nights the judge he gave me, Ninety nine to life. I wish she could be here, Lord if She only could, instead she's Layin' in a puddle of blood. She was my baby, thought she'd be My wife. I killed my baby, I killed Her with my knife. chorus: Lonely weekends, baby lonely Nights the judge he gave me, Ninety nine to life. So alone I'm sittin' in my prison cell Lord only knows now, I'm in A living hell, the rest of my life, In this penitentiary, the good Lord above now, please have Mercy on me. chorus: Lonely weekends, baby lonely Nights the judge he gave me, Ninety nine to life.
NO MORE HOT DOGS (Hasil Atkins) HASIL ADKINS Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Well, I'm gonna put your head on my wall Just like I told you baby You can't hide no more You can't eat no more, no more hot dogs I'm gonna put your head, I put it on my wall Now, baby don't you be, be afraid 'Cause you don't wanna eat, eat none today Gonna put your head on my wall Ad then you can't eat no more hot dogs Oh yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Oh yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Come on baby, don't you be late I want your head, I want it tonight Cut your head of at half past eight I'll have it on my wall about a half past ten Yeah, come on baby, I want that head Come on baby, I want that head I want your head to hang on my wall tonight Now honey, don't you be afraid 'Cause I'm gonna cut your head off About a half past eight Just like I said, I'm gonna cut your head off And you can eat no more hot dogs Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Tilly and the Wall - "Nights Of The Living Dead" Oh the high school kids they're all fucked up Touching each other, oh my god Yeah and forty ounces was never enough We want to pass out in your yard We want to pass out Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes While boys kissed boys in hotel rooms Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost They kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta So it's Friday night down on North Avenue Where gas station parking lot prostitutes Tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses A caravan of kids, some big old mess On an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes We're going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale So god, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead? God, put down your hand, we're not listening Oh, the microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs You are born so fresh, a golden prize Until you scrape that knee and quickly realize That you're lost in a fog on your way to death Oh a thick black line, a thick black line So you better speak up, better raise that voice Come on, scream loud all you girls and boys Let's get wild, wild, wild, let's rejoice Come on, come on I want to hear that fucking noise Oh the push and pull of everything Oh this nightmare of electricity We are the living dead, yeah the living dead That's the way it is That's the way it's always been Oh that snake slithered past my house today Oh I heard he caught you on a dark highway No the clouds didn't part they just grew into a storm I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder (thunder!) God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead? God, put down your hand, we're not listening God, put down your gun, can't you see we're dead? I said, god, put down your hand, we're not listening Oh, we never were I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up I want to fuck it up And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel so alive And I feel
New Order - 1963 Songwriters: Gilbert, Gillian;Hook, Peter;Hague, Stephen;Morris, Stephen;Dickens, Bernard It was January, 1963 When Johnny came home with a gift for me He said I bought it for you because I love you And I bought it for you 'cause it's your birthday, too He was so very nice, he was so very kind To think of me at this point in time I used to think of him, he used think of me He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw tears were in his eyes He never meant to hurt me oh, God Johnny, don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny, don't point that gun at me Can I save my life at any price? For God's sake won't you listen to me? And though he was ashamed that he had took a life Johnny came home with another wife And he often remembered how it used to be Before that special occasion, 1963 There's too many ways that you could kill someone Like in a love affair, when the love has gone He used to think of her, she used to think of him He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw tears were in his eyes But he never meant to hurt me oh, God Johnny, don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny, you keep on using me Can I change my life for any price? Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me? He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw hatred in his eyes But he never meant to hurt me oh, God Johnny, don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny, you keep on using me Can I change my life for any price? Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me? I just want you to be mine I don't want this world to shine I don't want this bridge to burn Oh, Johnny, do you miss me? I just want to feel free I will always feel free I will always feel free I will always feel free I will always feel free
Bruce Springsteen - "Nebraska" I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled They wanted to know why I did what I did Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world.
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