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[Hypnophone]

Close thine eyes. the sacred HAMMOND is about kick thine boot.




There I was on a July morning
Looking for love
With the strength
Of a new day dawning
And the beautiful sun

At the sound
Of the first bird singing
I was leaving for home
With the storm
And the night behind me
And a road of my own

With the day came the resolution
I'll be looking for you
La la la la, la la la la, la la la

I was looking for love
In the strangest places
Wasn't a stone
That I left unturned
Must have tried more
Than a thousand faces
But not one was aware
Of the fire that burned

In my heart, in my mind, in my soul
La la la la, la la la la, la la la

In my heart, in my mind, in my soul
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la, (la la la la)

There I was on a July morning
I was looking for love
With the strength
Of a new day dawning
And the beautiful sun

And at the sound
Of the first bird singing
I was leaving for home
With the storm
And the night behind me
Yeah, and a road of my own

With the day came the resolution
I'll be looking for you
La la la la, la la la la, la la la

Songwriters: DAVID GARRICK, KEN HENSLEY

 

[Hypnophone]

HAMMOND



I thought no one could keep us from sharing the rest of our lives.
Like a fool I believed you were true and had no disguise.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
But with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.

It's the same ugly story of a woman abusing a man.
So I have to forget you though I'm not even sure if I can.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
But with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.

It's the same ugly story of a woman abusing a man.
So I have to forget you though I'm not even sure if I can.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
But with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.

Songwriters: KEN HENSLEY

 

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HAMMOND:




When the wagons leave the city
For the forest, and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes traveling through the darkness
Met the summer coming home
Fallen faces by the wayside
Looked as if they might have known
Oh the sun was in their eyes
And the desert that dries
In the country towns
Where the laughter sounds

Oh the dancing and the singing
Oh the music when they played
Oh the fires that they started
Oh the girls with no regret
Sometimes they found it
Sometimes they kept it
Often lost it on the way
Fought each other to possess it
Sometimes died in sight of day

Songwriters: JACK BRUCE, PETER CONSTANTINE BROWN

 

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Oh can you tell me
Oh how the joy
Passed from his childhood
That's not my boy
I see he's finished, he's run his race
We're not his family that's not his face
We taught him well
And from his youth
He knew he always
Must know the truth
He left his country to go to war
When he returned, he'd found we closed the door
[Chorus:]
But we never dreamed when he was leaving
That he would taste the flowers of evil
I know his habit was not so bad
When for fifty dollars it could be had
But now he' home to his promised land
And what he needs got to cost a Grand
When he'd been home for six month's time
My son he told me, he'd made up his mind
He's re-enlisted for three years more
It's too expensive to stop this war
[Chorus]
Oh can you tell me
Oh how the joy
Passed from his childhood
That's not my boy
He's re-enlisted for three years more
Is the price of peace worth the price of war?

 

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As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was on my watch, yeah
And I said

Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to cry

And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me and said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead
And I said

Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to cry

And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by people trying to beat the clock, oh, no I just don't know
I don't know
And I said, yes I said

People runnin' everywhere
Don't know where to go
Don't know where I am
Can't see past the next step
Don't have time to think past the last mile
Have no time to look around
Just run around, run around and think why

Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to cry

Songwriters: ROBERT WILLIAM LAMM

 

[Hypnophone]

When I'm with you
It doesn't matter where we are
Or what we're doing
I'm with you, that's all that matters

Time passes much too quickly
When we're together laughing
I wish I could sing it to you, whoa oh
I wish I could sing it to you

Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Mostly I'm silent, hmm
Silent

When I kiss you
I feel a thousand different feelings
A cover of chills
All over my body
And when I feel them
I quickly try to decide which one
I should try to put into words, woah oh
Try to put into words

Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh

Only the beginning
Only just the start
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh

 

[Hypnophone]

Can this feeling that we have together
Ooh, Suddenly exist between
Did this meeting of our minds together
Ooh, Happen just today, somewhere
I'd like to know,
Can you tell me please don't tell me
It really doesn't matter anyhow
It's just that the thought of us so happy
Appears in my mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing

Was your image in my mind so deeply
Was your image in my mind so deeply
Ooh, other places fade away
blocking memories of unhappy hours
Ooh, leavin' just a burnin' love
I'd like to know,
I'd like to know,
Can you tell me please don't tell me
It really doesn't matter anyhow
It's just that the thought of us so happy
Appears in my mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing
Yes it does now baby

Can this lovin' we have found within us
Ooh, Suddenly exist between
Did we somehow try to make it happen
Ooh, Was it just a natural thing
I'd like to know,
Can you tell me please don't tell me
It really doesn't matter anyhow
It's just that the thought of us so happy
Appears in my mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing
Yes it does now baby
Questions 67 and 68.

Songwriters: ROBERT LAMM

 

[Hypnophone]

Well my pad is very messy, got whiskers on my chin
Never had no problems 'cause I've always paid the rent
I got no time for lovin'
'Cause my time is all used up

I stand outside creatin'
All the groovy kinds of love
I'm a man, yes I am and I can't help but love you so
I'm a man, yes I am and I can't help but love you so

If I had my choice of matter
I'd would rather be with cats
All engrossed in mental chatter
Showing where your mind is at

While relating to each other
How strong the love can be
By resisting all the good times with each groovy chick we see

I'm a man yes I am and I can't help but love you so
I'm a man yes I am and I can't help but love you so
I've got to keep my image
While I'm standing on the floor

If I drop upon my knees
It's just to keep them on my nose
You think that I'm not human
And my heart is made of stone

But I've never had no problems
'Cause my body's pretty strong

I'm a man yes I am and I can't help but love you so
I'm a man yes I am and I can't help but love you so
I'm a man yes I am and I can't help but love you so

If I had my choice of matter
I would rather be with cats
All engrossed in mental chatter
Showin' where your mind is at

While relating to each other
How strong your love can be
By resisting all the good times with each groovy chick we see

I'm a man yes I am and I can't help but love you so
I'm a man yes I am and I can't help but love you so
I'm a man yes I am and I can't help but love you so

I gotta keep my image
While I'm standin on the floor
If I drop upon my knees
It's just to keep them on my nose

You think that I'm not human
And my heart is made of stone
But I never had no problems
'Cause my body's pretty strong
I'm a man, yes I am, and I can't help but love you so

Man, yes I am, and I can't help but love you so
Man, yes I am, and I can't help but love you so
Man, yes I am, and I can't help but love you so

Songwriters: JIMMY MILLER, STEVE WINWOOD

 

[Hypnophone]

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

Songwriters
Homer Flynn;Hardy Winfred Fox


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You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's down in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

Songwriters: JOHN R. CASH, UNKNOWN PD WRITER

 

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And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.
An' he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Will you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the .......

Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns.
When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the .......

In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.

Songwriters: JOHNNY CASH

 

[Hypnophone]

With Satan's hog no pig at all
And the weather's getting dry
We'll head south from Altamont
In a cold-blood traveled trance
So clear the road, my bully boys
And let some thunder pass
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're Transmaniacon MC

Behind the pantry, behind the tree
The ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resound forever
Whose name resounds in terror
And I'm no fool to call that hog
'Cause man, I remember
Those who did resign their souls
To Transmaniacon MC

And surely we did offer up
Behind that stage at dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine, yeah
Pure nectar of antipathy
Behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls
To Transmaniacon MC

Cry the cable, cry the word
Unknown terror's here
And won't you try this tasty snack
Behind the scene or but the back
Which was the stage at Altamont
My humble boys of listless power
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're Transmaniacon...

Look, all right! You can feel it!

Songwriters: ALBERT BOUCHARD, DONALD ROESER, E BLOOM, SAMUEL PEARLMAN

 

[Hypnophone]

Canadian mounted baby, a police force that works
Red and black, that's their color scheme
Get their man, in the end
It's all right, yeah, it's all right

Frontenac chateau, baby, I'll cross the frontier at ten
Got a whip in my hand, baby
And a girl or a husky at Leather's end
It's all right, it's all right, baby, it's all right
My lovely bel punice, you'd kill and you'd maim

[Incomprehensible]

Hornswoop me bungo pony, dogsled on ice
Make a dash for freedom baby, don't skate on polar ice
It's to thick to be sliced by the light
Of long and white polar nights
It's all right, it's all right, baby
It's all right
My lovely bel punice, you'd kill and you'd maim

Songwriters
Marian Gold; Ricky Echolette; Bernard Lloyd

 

[Hypnophone]

A little goodnight ditty:

My heart is black, and my lips are cold
Cities on flame with rock and roll
Three thousand guitars they seem to cry
My ears will melt, and then my eyes

Oh, let the girl, let that girl, rock and roll
Cities on flame now, with rock and roll

Gardens of nocturne, forbidden delights
Reins of steel, and it's alright
Cities on flame, with rock and roll
Marshal will buoy, but Fender control

So, let the girl, let that girl rock and roll
Cities on flame now, with rock and roll

My heart is black, and my lips are cold
Cities on flame with rock and roll
Three thousand guitars they seem to cry
My ears will melt, and then my eyes

So, let the girl, let that girl rock and roll
Cities on flame now, with rock and roll

Songwriters: SAMUEL PEARLMAN, DONALD ROESER, ALBERT BOUCHARD

 

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Hey UK, have some of this:


All the stories have been told
Of kings and days of old,
But there's no England now.
All the wars that were won and lost,
Somehow don't seem to matter very much anymore.
All the lies we were told,
All the lies of the people running round,
They're castles have burned.
I see change,
But inside we're the same as we ever were.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?

Living on a thin line,
Living this way, each day is a dream.
What am I, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?

Now another century nearly gone,
What are we gonna leave for the young?
What we couldn't do, what we wouldn't do,
It's a crime, but does it matter?
Does it matter much, does it matter much to you?
Does it ever really matter?
Yes, it really, really matters.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?

Now another leader says:
"Break their hearts and break some heads".
Is there nothing we can say or do?
Blame the future on the past,
Always lost in bloody guts.
And when they're gone, it's me and you.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line.

Songwriters: DAVE DAVIES

Suck it, UK!

 

[Hypnophone]

Hmmm. what does uncle Hypno think when someone mentions "uk"?
Well, I'm glad you asked.....

 

[Hypnophone]

Frank zappa (guitar)
Captain beefheart (harmonica, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Denny walley (slide guitar)
George duke (keyboards)
Tom fowler (bass)
Terry bozzio (drums)

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes
And scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
A hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know
About the regular light in the day

And it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops

Slime and rot and rats and snot and
Vomit on the floor
Fifty ug-a-ly soldiers there
Holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives and spikes and guns and the likes
Of every tool of pain
And a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop
Where the blood goes down the drain

And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops,
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig
In a chamber right near there

He eats the snouts and the trotters first
The loins and the groins are soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed (4x)
And disagree, hell no one durst
He's the best of cause of all the worst
Some wrong been done
He done it first

And he stinks so bad his bones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the light of the iron sausage
Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In the dungeon of despair
Who are all those people
That he's locked away down there
Are they crazy
Are they sainted
Are they zeros someone painted
That had never been explained
Since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires not much lockin' in
Of everything thats ever been
Look at her
Look at him
Thats whats the deal we're dealin in
Thats whats the deal we're dealin in
Thats whats the deal we're dealin in


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