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The Devil Went Down to Georgia by the Charlie Daniels Band

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.  He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal. When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot. And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:  "I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.  And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.  Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due: I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."  The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin, but I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.  Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard.  And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.  But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."  And fire flew from his fingertips as he resined up his bow  and he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an ev il hiss.  Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.  When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.  But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."

Fire on the moun, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny 's feet.
Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."

And he played fire on the mount, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

American Pie by Don McLean

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

Eleanor Rigby by The BEATLES 

aaaah look at all the lonely people
aaaah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor rigby
picks up the rice, in a church, where a wedding has been
lives in a dream

waits at the window
wearing a face, that she keeps, in a jar by the door
who is it for?

all the lonely people
where dooo they all come from?
all the lonely people
where dOOO they all belong?

father mcenzie
writing the words, of a sermon, that no-one will hear
no-one comes near

look at him working
darning his socks, in the night, when there's nobody there
what does he care?

all the lonely people
where dooo they all come from?
all the lonely people
where dOOO they all belong?

aaaah look at all the lonely people
aaaah look at all the lonely people

eleanor rigby
died in the church, and was buried, along with her name
nobody came

father mcenzie
wiping the dirt, from his hands, as he walks from the grave
no one was saved

all the lonely people
where dooo they all come from?
all the lonely people
where dOOO they all belong?

kimmy123 wrote:

L'Amour Toujours by GIGI D'AGOSTINO

Code:

I still believe in your eyes
I just don't care what you've done in your life
Baby I'll always be here by your side
Don't leave me waiting too long, please come by

I-I-I-I still believe in your eyes
There is no choice, I belong to your life
Because I will live to love you someday
You'll be my baby and we'll fly away

And i'll fly with you-ou
I'll fly with you-ou-ou
I'll fly with you-ou-ou-ou

I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you

Every day and every night
I always dream that you are by my side

Oh, baby, every day and every night
Well I said everything's gonna be alright

And i'll fly with you-ou-ou
I'll fly with you-ou-ou-ou
I'll fly with you-ou-ou-ou-ou

Pecola1 wrote:

Also:
Help The Beatles

Code:

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Or:
Glenn Hughes: I JUST WANT TO CELEBRATE

Code:

I just want to celebrate
Another day of livin'
I just want to celebrate
Another day of life

I put my faith in the people
But the people let me down
So I turned the other way
And I carry on anyhow

I had my hand on a dollar bill
And the dollar bill flew away
But the sun is shinin' down on me
And it's here to stay

Don't let it all get you down, no no
Don't let it all turn you around

Well I can't be bothered with sorrow
And I can't be bothered with hate oh no
I'm usin' up my time, with feelin' fine, everyday

(that one repeats a few times)

veggieman001 wrote:

OK Go - "Get Over It"

Code:

Lot of knots, lot of snags
Lot of holes, lot of cracks, lot of crags 
Lot of naggin' old hags
Lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags
Oh, it's such a drag, what a chore
Oh, your wounds are full of salt
Everything's a stress, and what's more 
Well, it's all somebody's fault 

Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Get over it, get over it! Oh!

Make you sick, make you ill
Makes you cheat, slipping change from the till
Had it up to the gills
Makes you cry, while the milk still spills 
Ain't it just a *?
What a pain, well, it's all a crying shame 
What left to do but complain? 
You better find someone to blame 

Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Get over it, get over it! Oh!

Got a job, got a life
Got a four-door and a faithless wife
Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex 
Got a room for the night
Aren't you such a catch? What a prize!
Got a body like a battle axe
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes
We ought to buy you a Cadillac 

Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it! 
Hey! Get, get, get, get, get over it!
Get over it, get over it! Oh!

bananaman114 wrote:

I can get the lyrics from:
Bohemian Rhapsody

Code:

Livin' on a prayer
It's my life

if anyone wants them.

lilacfuzz101 wrote:

Eragon Spin on "Busted" from P&F

Code:

    Brom offers Eragon a hand 
Brom: Hurry home, you don’t want to mess with those strangers
    Eragon takes his hand and shakes it. His glove falls off and onto the ground.     Brom bends down to pick up the glove
Brom: Oh, sorry, clumsy me…
    Brom hands the glove to Eragon, but twists Eragon’s hand so it is palm up. It’s     the hand with the gedwei ignasia on it. Eragon quickly jerks his hand back after a     pause, long enough from Brom to have seen the mark.
Eragon: Um…Goodbye….
    Eragon turns to leave and walks off stage. On stage, Brom smiles and a song starts.
Brom (singing):
(to the tune of Busted from Phineas and Ferb)
Song Title: You’re A Rider!

I can see just what is going 
on here in Carvahall
Eragon, I’ve got the goods on you
And I can hardly believe

They’ve said there was no way
But now the Riders are revived
Everyone has been waiting for this moment
And now Galbatorix will have to STOP!

Don’t think you’re gonna win so easy
‘Cause you better believe I’m gonna work so hard
On you

I’ll train ya! I’ll train ya!
And when I’m done you’re gonna be a Rider!
RIDER!
I don’t wanna freak you out
But you better believe me when I tell you
That everyone’s hopes now rest so much on you
YOU’RE A RIDER! (rider!)
Yeah, the Varden will be so happy!
I can just about see it 
When they finally find out about you!

YOU’RE A RIDER!

There’s a new Rider in town
And I’m gonna bring the heat
Eragon I’ll train you, ‘cause frankly, you’re gonna need  it
And I can’t wait to begin…
‘Cause there’s one six letter name
It’s gonna set us free
(set Alagasia free!)
It starts with an E
(starts with an E)
Goes E-R-A-G-O-N you’re a RIDER!

I don’t wanna freak you out
But you better believe me when I tell you
That everyone’s hopes now rest so much on you
YOU’RE A RIDER! (rider!)
Yeah, the Varden will want you
That is how it is gonna be
But first you gotta be trained by me,
YOU’RE A RIDER!

   

Real Lyrics:

Code:

I can see the things you doing
And you think that I'm naive
But when I get the goods on you
She'll finally believe

She says it's all just drama
But every bubble's got to pop
She's gonna see just what your doing

And then you're finally gonna have to STOP! 
Don't think you're gonna win this time
'Cause you better believe I'm gonna drop a dime
On you

I'll get ya! yeah! I'll get ya! 
And when I do you're gonna be Busted! 
BUSTED! 
I don't wanna put the hurt on you
But you better believe me when I tell you
That I finally got the dirt on you
YOU'RE BUSTED! (busted! )
Yeah, she's finally gonna see the light
This is how it's gonna be
When she finds out that I was always right

YOU'RE BUSTED! 

There's a new cop on the beat
And I'm bringing down the heat
My eyes are wide to all your lies, cause you're not that discreet
And I don't care what you've heard
'Cause there's one six letter word
It's gonna set me free
(Gonna set me free)
It starts with a b
(Starts with a b)
It goes B-U-S-T-E-D you are BUSTED! 

I don't wanna put the hurt on you
But you better believe me when I tell you
That I finally got the dirt on you
YOU'RE BUSTED
[Think you're gonna win this time]
Yeah, she's finally gonna see the light
[Drop a dime on you]
This is how it's gonna be
When she finds out that I was always right

YOU'RE BUSTED!

Last edited by gbear605 (2011-05-20 19:49:52)