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Stu Monty
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If I get old, I will not give in

But if I do, remind me of this

Remind me that

Once I was free

Once I was cool

Once I was me

 

And if I sit down and cross my arms

Hold me up to this song

 

Knock me out, smash out my brains

If I take a chair, start to talk shit...

 

If I get old, remind me of this:

That night we kissed, and I really meant it

 

Whatever happens, if we're still speaking

Pick up the phone, play me this song

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Sit back, Rap attack, don't take no flack, rhyme in time to the rhythm of the track.

 

I'm Ant, I'm Declan, a Duo, a Twosome,

 

So many lyrics we're frightened to use 'em.

 

 

 

 

Young black and famous, with money hanging out the anus.

 

"Can't Nobody Hold Us Down" Diddy.

 

 

 

. this bitch is fine,

I done came to the club 'bout fifty-eleven times.

Now can I play with your panty line. . . ?

 

"Get Low" Lil Jon and the East Side Boyz, featuring the Ying Yang twins.

 

 

 

13) You say he's a Jew, does it mean that he's tight?

You say he's a Jew, do you want to hurt his kids tonight?

You say he's a Jew, he'll never wear that funny hat again.

You say he's a Jew, as though being born were a sin.

Oh Jew, oh Jew, do you hate him

'Cause he's pieces of you?

"Pieces of You" - Jewel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • 7 years later...

 

 

Well my fall from grace was a sight to see

Good turned to bad and bad turned to misery

I found out what it is and what it's not

And all I ask for sure ain't what I got, no

 

Well I've been rained on, rode hard and put up wet

Danced with the devil 'till I'm in debt

Took all I got and there ain't much left of me

I've been knocked down, drug out and left for dead

Barely held together by a few old threads

And I'm still here there ain't much left to see, no

Well I'm still holding on and there ain't much left of me

 

Thought that I hit bottom but I ain't there yet

'Cause you'd be surprised of how low a man can get

I watched stolen dreams slip through my hands

And now I'm getting out of here still while I still can

 

Well I've been rained on, rode hard and put up wet

Danced with the devil 'till I'm in debt

Took all I got and there ain't much left of me

I've been knocked down, drug out and left for dead

Barely held together by a few old threads

And I'm still here there ain't much left to see, no

Well I'm still holding on and there ain't much left of me

That's right

 

Well my fall from grace was a sight to see

Nobody even cared what became of me

Do I have to get down on my knees

And ask the Lord ,Lord have mercy on me

 

Well I've been rained on, rode hard and put up wet

Danced with the devil 'till I'm in debt

Took all I got and there ain't much left of me

I've been knocked down, drug out and left for dead

Barely held together by a few old threads

And I'm still here there ain't much left to see, no

Well I'm still holding on and there ain't much left of me

There ain't much left of me

I said there ain't much left of me, no

Yeah well there ain't much left of me

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I left my home still as a child
I walked a thousand sorry miles
To wait for my father, to gather up his tools

He said my boy you've got to run
Don't wait for me, don't wait for mum
We'll come get you, when it's safe for us to move

 

So I waited many years,
Held back the pain behind my tears
For my father, to come find me like he said

And in that time I was alone,
So many years without my home
I made brothers of a different kind instead

 

And at the time I didn't know,
Just how hard the wind could blow
Towards disaster, and the things that I would see

I never found my father,
I never found my mother

Even would I know in my lifetime I will be

 

A hero into the masses,
To those born without chances
There's a freedom that everyone deserves

I know there's greed and there's corruption
I've seen death and mass destruction
But I'm telling you, and I hope that I'm heard

 

I will not be commanded,
I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on,
Without the help of my soul

 

And I will not be commanded,
And I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on,
Without the help of my soul

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Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda 
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact, I don't let nothin' hold you back
If the Scatman can do it, so can you
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  • 5 months later...

There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring

And it's empty so right now I don't feel a thing

I'll be hurting when I wake up on the floor

But I'll be over it by noon

That's the difference between whiskey and you

Come tomorrow, I can walk in any store

It ain't a problem, they'll always sell me more

But your forgiveness

Well, that's something I can't buy

There ain't a thing that I can do

That's the difference between whiskey and you

 

One's the devil, one keeps driving me insane

At times I wonder if they ain't both the same

But one's a liar that helps to hide me from my pain

And one's the long gone bitter truth

That's the difference between whiskey and you

 

I've got a problem but it ain't like what you think

I drink because I'm lonesome and I'm lonesome 'cause I drink

But if I don't break down and bring it on myself

It'll hit out of the blue

That's the difference between whiskey and you

 

One's the devil, one keeps driving me insane

At times I wonder, oh if they ain't both the same

But one's a liar that helps to hide me from my pain

And one's the long gone bitter truth

That's the difference between whiskey and you

 

Ah, that's the difference between whiskey and you

 

Chris Stapleton

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Look at your young men fighting

Look at your women crying

Look at your young men dying

The way they've always done before

 

Look at the hate we're breeding

Look at the fear we're feeding

Look at the lives we're leading

The way we've always done before

 

My hands are tied

The billions shift from side to side

And the wars go on with brainwashed pride

For the love of God and our human rights

And all these things are swept aside

By bloody hands time can't deny

And are washed away by your genocide

And history hides the lies of our civil wars

 

D'you wear a black armband

When they shot the man

Who said "peace could last forever"

And in my first memories

They shot Kennedy

I went numb when I learned to see

So I never fell for Vietnam

We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all

That you can't trust freedom

When it's not in your hands

When everybody's fightin'

For their promised land

And

 

I don't need your civil war

It feeds the rich while it buries the poor

Your power hungry sellin' soldiers

In a human grocery store

Ain't that fresh

I don't need your civil war

Ow, oh no, no, no, no, no

 

Look at the shoes you're filling

Look at the blood we're spilling

Look at the world we're killing

The way we've always done before

Look in the doubt we've wallowed

Look at the leaders we've followed

Look at the lies we've swallowed

And I don't want to hear no more

 

My hands are tied

For all I've seen has changed my mind

But still the wars go on as the years go by

With no love of God or human rights

'Cause all these dreams are swept aside

By bloody hands of the hypnotized

Who carry the cross of homicide

And history bears the scars of our civil wars

 

I don't need your civil war

It feeds the rich while it buries the poor

Your power hungry sellin' soldiers

In a human grocery store

Ain't that fresh

I don't need your civil war

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I don't need your civil war

I don't need your civil war

Your power hungry sellin' soldiers

In a human grocery store

Ain't that fresh

I don't need your civil war

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no

I don't need one more war

 

I don't need one more war

No, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no

Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway?

 

Songwriters: W. Axl Rose / Saul Hudson / Duff Rose Mckagan / Izzy Stradlin / Darren A. Reed / Matt Sorum

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Hear that lonesome whippoorwill

He sounds too blue to fly

The midnight train is whining low

I'm so lonesome I could cry

 

I've never seen a night so long

When time goes crawling by

The moon just went behind the clouds

To hide its face and cry

 

Did you ever see a robin weep

When leaves began to die?

Like me, he's lost the will to live

I'm so lonesome I could cry

 

The silence of a falling star

Lights up a purple sky

And as I wonder where you are

I'm so lonesome I could cry

 

 

Hank Williams snr

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Another good one from Chris Stapleton about life on the road

 

The Devil Named Music"

 

We drove all night to Billings, Montana

Flew into Utah, slept there all day

I can’t remember stopping in Denver

Yeah, I live my illusion that somebody needs me to play

 

Sometimes I’m drunk

Sometimes I’m stoned

And yes, I get tired of being alone

I miss my son

I miss my wife

But the devil named music is taking my life

 

Now I sold my soul a long time ago

I put it in a six string and a sad melody

And I’m sometimes a winner, most times a loser

If the crowd gets into it, it’ll all feel the same way to me

 

Sometimes I’m drunk

Sometimes I’m stoned

And yes, I get tired of being alone

I miss my daughter

I miss my wife

But the devil named music is taking my life

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Luke Combs - Beer Can

 

I’ve been working this job 9 to 5
Minium wage and overtime
But here comes a few days of unpaid vacation
And there ain’t no way jose i'll waste them

'Cause there ain’t no better feeling then when
I pick up a beer can
And get to feeling like superman
Its Friday night yah
Hears the plan
I'm gonna throw back a couple an'
Keep it 'em glued to my right hand
Any flavor, size, or brand
Until the point where I can’t stand
No, nothing picks me up like a beer can
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Luke Combs - Beer Can

I’ve been working this job 9 to 5

Minium wage and overtime

But here comes a few days of unpaid vacation

And there ain’t no way jose i'll waste them

 

'Cause there ain’t no better feeling then when

I pick up a beer can

And get to feeling like superman

Its Friday night yah

Hears the plan

I'm gonna throw back a couple an'

Keep it 'em glued to my right hand

Any flavor, size, or brand

Until the point where I can’t stand

No, nothing picks me up like a beer can

If he released that in Jamaica they'd think it was an ode to breakfast meats.

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God bless Jake Thackray

 

 

I love a good bum on a woman, it makes my day

To me it is palpable proof of God's existence, a posteriori

Also I love breasts and arms and ankles, elbows, knees

It's the tongue, the tongue, the tongue on a woman that spoils the job for me

 

Please understand I respect and admire the frailer sex

And I honour them every bit as much as the next - misogynist

But give some women the ghost of a chance to talk and thereupon

They go on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on again, on ...

 

I fell in love with a woman with wonderful thighs and hips

And a sensational belly, I just never noticed her lips - were always moving

Only when we got to the altar and she had to say I Do

And she folded her arms and gathered herself and took in a breath and I knew ...

 

She could have gone on again, on again, on again till the entire

Congregation passed out and the vicar passed on and the choirboys passed through puberty

At the reception I gloomily noted her family's jubilant mood

Their maniacal laughter and their ghastly gratitude

 

She talks to me when I go for a shave, or a sleep, or a swim

She talks to me on a Sunday, when I go singing hymns - and drinking heavily

When I go mending my chimney pot she's down there in the street

And at ninety-five on my motorbike she's on the pillion seat

 

Wittering on again, on again, on and again and again

When I'm eating or drinking, or reading or thinking, or when I'm saying my rosary

She will never stop talking to me, she is one of those women who

Will never use three or four words when a couple of thousand will easily do

 

She also talks without stopping to me in our bed of a night

Throughout the sweetest of our intimate delights she never gives over

Not even stopping while we go hammer and tongs towards the peak

Except maybe for a sigh and a groan and one perfunctory shriek

 

Then she goes on again, on again, on again on and I must

Assume that she has never noticed that she's just been interrupted

Totally unruffled she is, and as far as I can see

I might just as well have been posting a letter or stirring up the tea

 

She will not take a hint, not once she's made a start

I can yawn, or belch, or bleed, or faint, or fart - she'll not drop a syllable

I could stand in front of her grimly sharpening up an axe

I could sprinkle her with paraffin, and ask her for a match

 

etc...

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https://youtu.be/EQ7Hl-3sUCw

 

Great tune with some great lyrics

 

Well, I've been spending all my money on weed n' pills

Tryin' to write a song that'll pay the bills

But it ain't came yet, so I guess I'll have to rob a bank

 

I guess it could be worse, it ain't that bad

At least I ain't sittin' in old Baghdad

In the middle of the hot damn desert sittin' in a tank

 

Well, every time the wife talks, a baby gets mentioned

But I'm so broke I can't pay attention

Lord, how it tears me up to see her cry

 

Oh, I've been spendin' all my nights on the internet

Looking for a clue but ain't found one yet

Just a bunch of Mopars, guitars, and other stuff I can't buy

 

Well, now Lord, if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone

'Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's a-goin' down

Oh, I sing 'em real pretty, I sing 'em real sad

And all the people in the crowd say he ain't half bad

Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain

But if you want it you can have the crown

 

Well, I've been sittin' on my ass like a bump on a log

Watchin' Andy and ol' Boss Hog

Guess I ought to get up and go find a job

 

Instead of sittin' on the couch trying to find the next line

I'm sure there's gotta be a better use of my time

Like figuring out which one of these banks I'm gonna go rob

 

Well, the name of the game is hurry up and wait

But that ain't putting no food on my plate

Or gas in my car and I drive a Bronco

 

So Lord, if I could just get me a record deal

I might not have to worry about my next meal

But I'll still be trying to figure out what the hell rhymes with Bronco

 

Well, now Lord, if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone

'Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's a-goin' down

Oh, I sing 'em real pretty, I sing 'em real sad

And all the people in the crowd say he ain't half bad

Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain

But if you want it you can have the crown

 

Well, they call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain

But if you want it you can have the crown

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Far too old to be Stormzy's expected audience but good on the lad.


 


"Yo, Theresa May, where's the money for Grenfell?" 


"What - you thought we forgot about Grenfell? You're criminals. You've got the cheek to call us savages. You should do some jail time. You should pay some damages. We should burn your house down and see if you can manage this


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Even as I'm writing this, I'm listening to It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleedin'). Now, them's lyrics for you!

 

(It's the Ingrid Olava version. Try to get your ears around it sometime.)

WooHoo!

 

I've been struggling to remember the name of this singer.

 

Good old 2010 me. Waddaguy!

(Whatever happened to him?)

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  • 1 year later...

There's a pretty new song by New Zealand's indie favourite music lady crooner, Aldous Harding (Marlon Williams is New Zealand's indie favourite man music crooner) called The Barrel, which just has a line that tickles me every time:

 

"Looks like a date is set, show the ferret to the egg"

 

Who knows what the hell that's about, but I just like it.  Anyway, it's a good song too.

 

 

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