Random Song Lyrics

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"Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He, too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say, Baby"
He got another one that just say, "Hey"
But every Sunday afternoon
He is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet"

-Jim Croce: Rapid Roy (The stock car boy)

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Seconds march into the past
Moments pass, just like that
River always finds the sea
So helplessly, like you'll find me
We are paper boats, floating on a stream
And it would seem, we'll never be apart

I will always find you, Like it's written in the stars
We can run, but we can't hide
Try

- Paper boats, Transistor Soundtrack

[Leoff]

I took the head from an old dead rooster,
I took the arms from an old arm chair,
(De dah, dah, dah, I can't remember)
And an old string mop for the hair, the hair, the hair.
And I put them all together
With a little bit of hope and glue,
And I got more loving from that funny old dummy
That I ever got from you.

My mom used to sing that to us.

[Leoff]

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high.
All those things that don't change, come what may.
But our good times are all gone,
So I'm bound to be moving on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.

Think I'll go out to Alberta -
Weather's good there in the fall.
You could meet me if I'd send you out the fare.
But by then it would be winter,
And there ain't much you could do.
Still, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.

[MrElzebub]

Down by the Riverside motel
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store
She closed her eyes and started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Oh, your old hometown's so far away
But inside your head there's a record that's playing

A song called 'Hold On', hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right there
You gotta hold on

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"The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall
The cabaret was quiet, except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted and the gambling wheel shit down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standing in the doorway, looking like the Jack of Hearts"

Bob Dylan - Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts

[MrElzebub]

Now little Hans was always strange
Wearing womens underthings
His father beat him but he wouldn't change
He ran off with a man one day
Now his lingerie is all the rage
In the black on every page
His father proudly calls his name
Down there in the Reeperbahn

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In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains

Simon and Garfunkel give me goosebumps more reliably than any other musical act.

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Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

[Burning]

We travellers on the endless wastes,
In single orbits gliding,
Cold-eyed march towards the dawn
Behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding.

Meeting as the tall ships do,
Passing in the channel,
Afraid to chance a gentle touch,
Afraid to make the clasp.