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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 3, 2008 22:09:48 GMT -5
Inspiration for this thread comes from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame www.rockhall.com/exhibithighlights/500-songs/but it doesnt mean I have to stick to THEIR list AC/DC - Highway To Hell (with Bon Scott)Living easy Living free Season ticket on a one way ride Asking nothing Leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason Don't need rhyme Ain't nothin' I would rather do Going down Party time My friends are gonna be there too, eh
I'm on a highway to hell On the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs Speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel Gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me 'round Hey Satan Payin' my dues Playin' in a rockin' band Hey momma Look at me I'm on my way to the Promised Land, woh
I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell
Mmm, don't stop me No, oh, ouw
I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to Hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell Highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell
And I'm goin' down,all the waa-ay-aay, wohh M-on the highway to hell
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 3, 2008 22:16:23 GMT -5
AC/DC - Back in BlackBack in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearst 'cause I never die I got nine lives Cat eyes Abusin' every one of them and running wild CHORUS: 'Cause I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back, back (Well) I'm back in black Yes, I'm back in black hey hey hey hey hey Back in the back Of a Cadillac Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack Yes, I'm in a band With a gang They've got to catch me if they want me to hang Cause I'm back on the track And I'm beatin' the flak Nobody's gonna get me on another rap Don't look at me now you f**khole, I'm just makin' my bed Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way CHORUS well, I'm back, Yes I'm back Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back Well, I'm back Well I'm back in black Yes I'm back in black hooo yeah Ohh yeah Yes I am Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah Back in now Well I'm back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back, I'm back Back Back in black Yes I'm back in black Out of the sac!
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 3, 2008 22:17:18 GMT -5
AC/DC For Those About To RockWe roll tonight [We're on tonight] To the guitar bite Yeah, yeah, oh
Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need Hail hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way We ain't no legend, ain't no cause We're just livin' for today
For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you
We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Yes we do For those about to rock, we salute you
Oooh, we salute! Oooh, ooooh yeah
We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about to rock - fire We salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Those about to rock - fire We salute you Fire We salute you We salute you Come on, whooa For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you
Shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot
For those of you, for those who rock Yeah (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)
We salute you We salute you We salute you
Fire
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 3, 2008 22:28:17 GMT -5
KISS - Rock n Roll all night! You show us everything you've got You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy You say you wanna go for a spin The party's just begun, we'll let you in You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'
(Chorus) I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
You keep on saying you'll be mine for a while You're lookin' fancy and I like your style You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy You show us everything you've got Baby, baby that's quite a lot And you drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'
(Chorus)
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 3, 2008 22:32:14 GMT -5
LedZeppelin Rock n RollIt's been a long time since I rock-and-rolled It's been a long time since I did the Stroll Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back mm-baby, where I come from It's been a long time, been a long time Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time Yes, it has
It's been a long time since the book of love I can't count the tears of a life with no love A-carry me back, carry me back, carry me back mm-baby, where I come from,whoa-whoa, whoa-oh-oh-hoh Its been a long time, been a long time Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Hoh, it's been so long since we walked in the moonlight a-making vows that just can't work right Haw-haw, yeah, open your arms, open your arms, open your arms Baby let my love come runinng in, a-yeah It's been a long time, been a long time Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.
Yeah, hey, yay, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey Ooh, yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah It's been a long time, been a long time Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 3, 2008 22:38:53 GMT -5
Elvis Jail House RockThe warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing. You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing. Let's rock Everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone, Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone. The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang, the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang. Let's rock Everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Number forty-seven said to number three: "You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see. I sure would be delighted with your company, come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me." Let's rock Everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Run, run, run, run
The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone way over in the corner weepin' all alone. The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square. If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair." Let's rock Everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake, no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break." Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix, I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks." Let's rock Everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 3, 2008 22:43:38 GMT -5
Rush - The Spirit Of Radio Begin the day with a friendly voice, A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood.
Off on your way, hit the open road, There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers, Undemanding contact in your happy solitude.
Chorus Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted. Not so coldly charted It's really just a question of your honesty, yeah, Your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music, But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity.
Chorus
For the words of the prophets were written on the studio wall, Concert hall And echoes with the sounds of salesmen.
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 4, 2008 21:23:33 GMT -5
Black Sabbath ParanoidFinished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me? Occupy my brain? Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 4, 2008 21:26:42 GMT -5
James Brown : I Got You ( I Feel Good )Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would, now So good, so good, I got you
Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, I got you
{ sax, two licks to bridge }
When I hold you in my arms I know that I can't do no wrong and when I hold you in my arms My love won't do you no harm
and I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, I got you
{ sax, two licks to bridge }
When I hold you in my arms I know that I can't do no wrong and when I hold you in my arms My love can't do me no harm
and I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, I got you
Whoa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would So good, so good, I got you So good, so good, I got you So good, so good, I got you HEY!!
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 4, 2008 21:35:24 GMT -5
Johnny Cash, Live@ S.Quentin - Folsom Prison BluesI hear the train a comin' It's rollin' 'round the bend, And I ain't seen the sunshine, Since, I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, And time keeps draggin' on, But that train keeps a-rollin', On down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby, My Mama told me, "Son, Always be a good boy, Don't ever play with guns," But I shot a man in Reno, Just to watch him die, When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folks eatin', In a fancy dining car, They're probably drinkin' coffee, And smokin' big cigars, But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free, But those people keep a-movin', And that's what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine, I bet I'd move out over a little, Farther down the line, Far from Folsom Prison, That's where I want to stay, And I'd let that lonesome whistle, Blow my Blues away.
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 4, 2008 21:42:52 GMT -5
The Doors The EndThis is the endBeautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I’ll never look into your eyes Again
Can you picture what we’ll be, So limitless and free? Desperately in need Of some stranger’s hand In a desperate land
Lost in a Roman Wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town Ride the king’s highway Weird scenes inside the goldmine Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake Ride the snake To the lake The ancient lake, baby The snake he’s long Seven miles Ride the snake He’s old And his skin is cold
The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we’ll do the rest
Da blue bus is calling us The blue bus is calling us Driver where you takin’ us?
The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery and he Walked on down the hall And he went into the room where his sister lived And… then he… paid a visit to his brother, and then he… He walked on down the hall, yeah And he came to a door And he looked inside Father? “Yes son?” I want to kill you… Mother? I want to… f**k you all night yeah, Come on, yeah
Come on baby, take a chance with us Come on baby, take a chance with us Come on baby, take a chance with us and Meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin’ a blue rock On the blue bus Doin’ a blue rock Come on, yeah
f**k, f**k yeah f**k, f**k, f**k f**k f**k yeah Come on baby, f**k me baby, f**k yeah Hey, f**k f**k f**k… yeah f**k me, yeah Come on baby, f**k me baby f**k f**k, whoah, whoah yeah Yeah, f**k yeah, Come on, huh huh huh yeah, All right…
Kill… kill… kill… kill… kill… kill… kill
This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you’ll never follow me The end of laughter And soft lies The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
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Post by DCC on Jun 8, 2008 15:48:53 GMT -5
Mudvayne - DigDig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was slowly changing
I would love to beat the face, Of any mother f**ker that's thinkin' they can change me, White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother f**kin' mold, I'm drowning in your wake Shit rubbed in my face Teething on concrete Gums bleeding
Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was slowly changing
I struggle in violated space, Sell out motherf**kers in the biz that try to f**k me, Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight, I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy I'm livid in my space Pissing in my face f**k you while you try To f**k me
Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was you ain't f**kin' changing me
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, Let me help you hold the glock against your head Let me help you tie the rope around your neck, Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge, Let me help you hold the glock against your head, Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs Get on the plank f**k
Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was slowly changing Wish you were committing Suicide suckin' on a mother f**kin' tailpipe Dead man walking on a tight rope Limbless in the middle of a channel bomb's away *edit added link
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Post by {USI}_DirTyDeeDs on Jun 8, 2008 20:26:20 GMT -5
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate SonSome folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, theyre red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail to the chief, Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,
Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, dont they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, lord, And when you ask them, how much should we give? Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no,
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Post by {USI}_ Darkside1911 on Jun 9, 2008 7:52:03 GMT -5
Clutch - "Electric Worry" Well you made me weep and you made me moan When you caused me to leave, child, my happy home. But someday, baby, you ain’t gonna worry my life anymore.
I get satisfaction everywhere I go. Where I lay my head - that’s where I call home. Whether barren pines, or the mission stare, Take tomorrow’s collar and give ‘em back the glare.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos. Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos.
You told everybody in the neighborhood what a dirty mistreater. That I was no good. But someday, baby, you ain’t gonna worry my life anymore.
Doctor or lawyer, I’ll never be. Life of a drifter - only life for me, You can have your riches, all the gold you saved. Cause’ ain’t room for one thing in everybody’s grave.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos! Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
If I had money, like Henry Ford, Lord, I’d have me a woman, yeah on every road. But Someday, baby, you ain’t gonna worry my life any more.
Invocation of the dummies, requiem for a head, Cash in at the corner, piles of street cred. I get satisfaction everywhere I go. One day baby you’ll worry me no more.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos! Bang, bang, bang! Vamanos, vamanos!
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Post by {USI}_ Darkside1911 on Jun 9, 2008 7:58:59 GMT -5
The Mob Goes WildPlease allow me to adjust my pants So that I may dance the good time dance And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance
Give disease so the swine will marry and propagate lies. Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes. Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand's been dealt. Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
Condoleeza Rice is nice, but I prefer A-Roni. And that man on the T.V. who speaks to the dead, you know that man's a phony. Everybody move to Canada and smoke lots of pot. Everybody move to Canada right now. Here's how we do it: Bum rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it.
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
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