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Listen to this, then listen to the next one.



My dark hour
My dark hour, you know it's drivin' me wild

Well, well, I went to see the doctor
And I had my fortune read
And you know the doctor told me
Son you better stay in bed

Who's that comin' down that road
Looks like he's carryin' a heavy load
{??} and he started to say
Want to come with me on my way

My dark hour, mother nature's child
My dark hour, oh, it's drivin' me wild

Well, I went to see the doctor
Just to have my fortune read
Well, well, well, well, well, the doctor told me
Son you better stay in bed

So do you think these sinners will fall
Or do you think they'll survive us all
Well, well, well, well down this road
Won't you help me carry my load

My dark hour, mother nature's child
My dark hour, oh, it's drivin' me wild

Songwriters: STEVE MILLER
© SAILOR MUSIC

 

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Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo

Time keeps on slipping
Into the future
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly (oh, yeah)

Fly right into the future

I want to feed the babies
Who can't get enough to eat
I want to shoe the children
New shoes on their feet
I want to house the people
Living in the street
Oh, there
There's a solution

I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly (oh, yeah)
Fly right into the future

Time keeps on slipping
Into the future
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly (oh, yeah)
Fly into the future
Fly like an eagle
to the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly
Like an eagle
Fly into the future
In a sky full of people only some want to fly, isn't that crazy
Fly
Ah ah ah
Fly like an eagle
Fly
Fly like an eagle, fly
Fly like an eagle, fly
Fly like an eagle, fly

Songwriters: STEVE MILLER

 

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Winter's people watching
As I sail from season's four
To join some crazy ladies
In a game upon the shore
None of them with broken wings
But still refuse to fly
So with sweetness on my lips
I smile a last goodbye

And now I spend my life
On the velvet side of hell
Aimlessly here searching
For what I cannot tell
The quietness is terrible
It's more than I can stand
But thousands now stand cheering
As my blood flows in the sand

Spoken: You're not the child
You thought you were
You wake up in the night
And know you're blind
And yet they keep on pushing
Trying the insides of your mind
Forever, forever arresting to control
Until the emptiness of heaven welcomes your weary soul

Rise up with the new dawn's early morning
Feel the sunshine warm upon your face
Tomorrow's come a long, long way to help you
Yes, it's your saving grace

Every day, every way
Tomorrow, it's your saving grace
Well, now got no time to worry
Cause I've got no time to hurry
Baby, it's your saving grace
Now don't you lay those blames on me
Don't you play those games on me
Cause baby it's your saving grace
You got to need a little lovin'
Now baby it's your saving grace
Hey, I feel alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your saving grace
Ah, hey, hey, hey
Your saving grace
La la la la la la la la....
Oh baby, it's your saving grace

 

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You got a bad reputation
That's the word out on the town
It gives a certain fascination
But it can only bring you down
You better turn yourself around
Turn yourself around
Turn it upside down
Turn yourself around
You had bad breaks well that's tough luck
You play too hard too much rough stuff
You're too sly so cold
That bad reputation has made you old
Turn yourself around
Turn yourself around
Turn it upside down
Turn yourself around
Songwriters: Sammy Hagar

 

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This here ain't none too normal.
Insane yet Crazy Coonasses with a Moog and piano.
The following is for the adventerous listener:



Uh, it's Christmas, but, but there ain't nobody raisin' much of a fuss

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
There ain't nobody raisin' no fuss
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
There ain't nobody raisin' no fuss
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
There ain't nobody raisin' no fuss

Nobody but me, haw, haw, haw, haw, haw, haw

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

Nobody can do the shing-a-ling like I do
Nobody can do the skate like I do
Nobody can do the boogaloo

Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo

Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo


Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
Boogaloo, boogaloo

The, the, the end of the rainbow is a, speedin' up news
But the, the, the knot in the, the fuse is the speed that, that you lose?

We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues

We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues

We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues

We got the energy, energy, energy, energy crisis blues
We got the energy, energy, energy, energy crisis blues
We got the energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy, energy


We got the energy crisis, energy crisis, crisis blues
We got the energy crisis, energy crisis, crisis blues
We got the N-ER-GEE crisis blues

Go home, America
Fifty-five'll do
Go home, America

Go home, America
Fifty-five'll do
Go home, America

Go home, America
Fifty-five'll do
Go home, America

Go home, America
Fifty-five'll do
Go home, America

Go home, America
Fifty-five'll do
Go home, America

 

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Coonasses with a MiniMoog:



Walter Westinghouse went to town
He found a friend today
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as
He heard Walter say

Love me tender, love me sweet
Love me like I love my feet
Sit me down with Ezra Pound
But don't forget to eat

Or cause a country boy to cook
A carrot or a cake
But don't forget the feelings
Of a friend are hard to fake

He lives a life of April leaves
Respondent to the thought that
Often things you caught or bought
Were not the ones you sought

Now his December is a sender
Singing songs he knows
But all the words are cheese and please
And boy, I hope it snows

He buys the bacon and the achin'
In his heart is due
To overcoats and Quaker Oats
And if his wife should sue

Wanda, Wanda where you went and
Tell me what'd you take?
I took the tongue of Philip Jung
And left it in the lake

But my dear I think I fear
That you had lost your way
'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs
Were all he'd let me bake

He said, "Your trust is like a crust
Too brittle and too thin"
I said, You're full of neegger nuts
And look like Rin Tin Tin

Is common ground not ever found
But flees from dad to son
Or is it just believing that the
Evening steals the sun?

I said, Your snoot is full of poot
And should be in a shoe.
And then I said your stupid bed
Is better off than you

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Huh, what's that, dear? Huh?

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Yes, eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell

And he sees the threads of worn out treads
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true




Writer(s): Hardy Winfred Fox, Homer Flynn

 

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Paradise
Is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much much
Better.

I saw this guy on the train
And he seemed to gave gotten stuck
In one of those abstract trances.
And he was going: "Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

And Fred said:
"I think he's in some kind of pain.
I think it's a pain cry."
And I said: "Pain cry?
Then language is a virus."

Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!

Well I was talking to a friend
And I was saying:
I wanted you.
And I was looking for you.
But I couldn't find you. I couldn't find you.
And he said: Hey!
Are you talking to me?
Or are you just practicing
For one of those performances of yours?
Huh?

Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!

He said: I had to write that letter to your mother.
And I had to tell the judge that it was you.
And I had to sell the car and go to Florida.
Because that's just my way of saying (It's a charm.)
That I love you. And I (It's a job.)
Had to call you at the crack of dawn (Why?)
And list the times that I've been wrong.
Cause that's just my way of saying
That I'm sorry. (It's a job.)

Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!

Paradise
Is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much much (It's a shipwreck, )
Better. (It's a job.)

You know? I don't believe there's such
A thing as TV. I mean -
They just keep showing you
The same pictures over and over.
And when they talk they just make sounds
That more or less synch up
With their lips.
That's what I think!

Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!

Well I dreamed there was an island
That rose up from the sea.
And everybody on the island
Was somebody from TV.
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!

Because they all lived on an island
That rose up from the sea.
And everybody on the island
Was somebody from TV.
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me! Why?

Paradise is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much much better.

 

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SynclavierII and Prophet5. Damn, I kinda miss the eighties... (American electronics)
The guy with the rubberneck guitar is Adrian Belew of King Crimson.
See how this works? It's otay if'n you don't.

 

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William Burroughs / Laurie Anderson:

Sun's going down like a big bald head
Disappearing behind the boulevard
(Oooee.) It's Sharkey's night, yeah, it's Sharkey's night tonight
And the manager says, "Sharkey?
He's not at his desk right now. (oh yeah.) Could I take a message?"

And Sharkey says, "Hey, kemosabe! Long time no see"
He says, "Hey sport. You connect the dots. You pick up the pieces"
Hey says, "You know, I can see two tiny pictures of myself and there's one in each of your eyes. And they're doin' everything I do
Every time I light a cigarette, they light up theirs
I take a drink and I look in and they're drinkin' too
It's drivin' me crazy. It's drivin' me nuts."

And Sharkey says, "Deep in the heart of darkest America, home of the brave."
He says: "Listen to my heart beat."
Paging Mr. Sharkey, white courtesy telephone please

 

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The clouds are really cheap
The way I seen 'em thru the ports
Of which there is a half-a-dozen
On the base of my resorz
You wouldn't think I'd have too many
Since I never cared for sports
But I'm never really lonely
In my Excentrifugal Forz

There's always Korla Plankton
Him 'n me can play the blues
An' then I'll watch him buff that
Tiny ruby that he use
He'll straighten up his turban
An' eject a little ooze
Along a one-celled Hammond Organism
Underneath my shoes
An' then I'll call PUP TENTACLE
I'll ask him how's his chin
I'll fine out
How the future is
Because that's where he's been
His little feet got long 'n flexible
An' suckers fell right in
The time he crossed the line
From LATER ON to WAY BACK WHEN

 

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guitar solo...



God Bless Frank Zappa

 

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Then as it was, then again it will be
And though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go
Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me
In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be
Did you ever really need somebody
And really need 'em bad
Did you ever really want somebody
The best love you ever had
Do you ever remember me, baby
Did it feel so good
'Cause it was just the first time
And you knew you would
Through the eyes an' I sparkle
Senses growing keen
Taste your love along the way
See your feathers preen
Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes
Didn't have to grow
We are eagles of one nest
The nest is in our soul
Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me
Never thought I'd see your face
The way it used to be
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
I'm never gonna leave you
I never gonna leave
Holdin' on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin' on
Songwriters: Jimmy Page / Robert Plant

 

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If the Sun refused to shine
I would still be loving you
When mountains crumble to the sea
There would still be you and me

Kind woman, I give you my arm
Kind woman, nothing more
Little drops of rain
Whisper of the pain
Tears and love lost in the days gone by

My love is strong
With you, there is no wrong
Together we shall go until we die
My, my, my
Inspiration's what you are to me
Inspiration - look, see

And so, today, my world smiles
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles
Thanks to you it will be done
For you to me are the only one

What I say is
Happiness no longer sad
Happiness, I'm glad

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Ah
Thank you

Songwriters: JIMMY PAGE, ROBERT PLANT

 

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John Henry Bonham:

 

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Her face is cracked from smiling
All the fears that she's been hiding
And it seems that pretty soon, everybody's gonna know
And her voice is sore from shouting
Cheering winners who are losing
And she worries if their days are few and soon they'll have to go
My, my, my, I'm so happy
I'm gonna join the band
We gonna dance and sing in celebration
We are in the promised land
She hears them talk of new ways
To protect the home she lives in
Then she wonders what it's all about when they break down the door.
Her name is brown or white or black
You know her very well,
You hear her cries of mercy as the winners toll the bell.
My my my I'm so happy
We gonna join the band
We are gonna dance and sing in celebration
We're in the promised land.
Oh, there is a train that leaves the station
Heading for your destination
But the price you pay to nowhere has increased a dollar more
Yes, it has!
And if you walk you're gonna get there
And though it takes a little longer
And when you see it in the distance you will wring your hands and moan
Oh yeah, you'll moan
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, you'll moan, you'll moan
You're g-gone, you're g-gone, yeah-yea
You're g-gone
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my you are gone
You're gone
My, my, my
You're gonna, gonna get there, it's just a little longer
And when you see him in the distance you will wave your hand
Songwriters: John Paul Jones / Jimmy Page / Robert Plant