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He's drunk again, it's time to fight
Same old <deleted>, just on a different night
She grabs the gun, she's had enough
Tonight she'll find out how <deleted>in' tough is this man
Pulls the trigger fast as she can, never again

 

Nickelback - Never Again

 

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Yep, I,m one of them, as soon as they start introducing phrases like "God is watching", I'm done with it or any such song with that type of lyric.

I Get By with a Little Help from my Friends

... and this song from "Lindisfarne" is the theme of my teenage years ...   Meet me on the corner, When the lights are coming on, And I'll be there. I promise I'll be there. Down the

3 hours ago, Andrew Dwyer said:

I’m guessing you are not a fan of the genre TBL ? or you would have picked it up from the first two lines.

Thanks, but I would be hard pressed to know the words of any AC DC song. I like the music, but that's as far as it goes.

 

I rarely know the names of members of a group, as frankly I'm not interested. I like the songs ( or not ), not the people behind them.

It's only if they get in the news for something that I would find out who they are.

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Sugar man, won't you hurry
Cause I'm tired of these scenes
For a blue coin won't you bring back
All those colors to my dreams.

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I wonder how many times you've been had
And I wonder how many plans have gone bad
I wonder how many times you had sex
I wonder do you know who'll be next
I wonder I wonder, wonder I do

I wonder about the love you can't find
And I wonder about the loneliness that's mine
I wonder how much going have you got
And I wonder about your friends that are not
I wonder I wonder, wonder I do

I wonder about the tears in children's eyes
And I wonder about the soldier that dies
I wonder will this hatred ever end
I wonder and worry my friend…

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You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring (at the end of the line)
Waiting for someone to tell you everything (at the end of the line)
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring (at the end of the line)
Maybe a diamond ring

 

Traveling Wilburys

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When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that’s just the way things go
If you’re black
You might as well not show up on the street
Unless you want to draw the heat

 

Hurricane - Bob Dylan

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2 minutes ago, canthai55 said:

You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring (at the end of the line)
Waiting for someone to tell you everything (at the end of the line)
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring (at the end of the line)
Maybe a diamond ring

 

Traveling Wilburys

I understand they wrote that for Orbison after he died.

The VDO featured an empty chair.

Great song BTW.

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Marr/Morrissey

 

Please,Please,Please

 

 

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

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On 5/9/2021 at 1:14 PM, canthai55 said:

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried

 

Merle Haggard - Mama Tried

He could be the richest man in seven counties
And not be good enough to take her hand
But, he says he really loves the farmer's daughter
And I know the farmer's daughter loves the man

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22 hours ago, jvs said:

Sugar man, won't you hurry
Cause I'm tired of these scenes
For a blue coin won't you bring back
All those colors to my dreams.

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane

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35 minutes ago, Kadilo said:

Marr/Morrissey

 

Please,Please,Please

 

 

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

I can identify with that on a personal level.

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28 minutes ago, thaibeachlovers said:

I can identify with that on a personal level.

I think many of us can hence why it is so powerful. 

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Well you walk into a restaurant
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode

Most times you can't hear 'em talk
Other times you can
All the same old cliches
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand

 

Bob Seger - Turn the Page

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I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it 'til my fingers bled
Was the summer of '69

 

Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams

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Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I've said too much

 

Losin My Religion - REM

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If ya'll is  gonna be maudlin.............

It's 3 miles to the river,
That would carry me away,
And 2 miles to the dusty street,
That I saw you on Today,
It's 4 miles to my lonely room,
Where I will hide my face,
And about a half a mile to the downtown bar,
That I ran from in disgrace,
Lord how long do I have to keep on running,
Seven hours, Seven days or Seven years,
All I know is since you've been gone,
Feels like I'm drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears,
Drowning in a river,
Feels like I'm drowning,
Drowning in a river,
In 3 more days Ill leave this town,
And disappear without a trace,
A year from now maybe settle down,
Where no one knows my face,
I wish that I could hold you,
One more time to ease the pain,
But my times run out and I got to go,
 
Clapton.
Studio version is magically depressing ! lol

 

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Radiohead, Exit Music
 

Wake from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today, we escape, we escape

Pack and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before all hell breaks loose

Breathe, keep breathing
Don't lose your nerve
Breathe, keep breathing
I can't do this alone

Sing us a song
A song to keep us warm
There's such a chill, such a chill

And you can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope your rules and wisdom choke you
Now we are one in everlasting peace

We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke

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Johnny died one night, died in his bed, Bottle of whiskey,
sleeping tablets by his head. Johnny's life passed him by like a
warm summer day, If you listen to the wind you can still hear him play

 

Bad Company - Shooting Star

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Fluck the police comin' straight from the underground
A Young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fluck that sheet, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfooker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell

 

Fluck the Police - N.W.A

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Duane Allman, "Happily Married Man":

 

"I ain't seen my wife in 2 or 3 years,

I'm a happily married man..."

 

Probably not considered to be "woke" as far as the lyrics.

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7 hours ago, canthai55 said:

Johnny died one night, died in his bed, Bottle of whiskey,
sleeping tablets by his head. Johnny's life passed him by like a
warm summer day, If you listen to the wind you can still hear him play

 

Bad Company - Shooting Star

The rumors flew, but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

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On 5/10/2021 at 4:06 PM, canthai55 said:

Well you walk into a restaurant
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode

Most times you can't hear 'em talk
Other times you can
All the same old cliches
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered
You don't dare make a stand

 

Bob Seger - Turn the Page

And you're still the same
I caught up with you yesterday
Moving game to game
No one standing in your way
Turning on the charm
Long enough to get you by
You're still the same
You still aim high

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15 hours ago, electsub said:

The rumors flew, but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

That really is sad.

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But your jealousy, I can hear it now
You're talking down to me like I'll always be around
You push my love away like it's some kind of loaded gun
Boy, you never thought I'd run

Sometimes in the middle of the night I can feel you again
And I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man
And I know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand
I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man
A Better Man

I hold onto this pride because these days it's all I have
And I gave you my best and we both know you can't say that
You can't say that
I wish you were a better man
I wonder what we would've become
If you were a better man
We might still be in love
If you were a better man
You would've been the one
If you were a better man

 

Little Big Town-Better Man

 

 

 

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She followed him out as he saddled his stallion
An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her
She never heard anyone say ...
 

The yellow haired lady was buried at sunset
The stranger went free, of course
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman
Who's tryin' to steal your horse

 

Red Headed Stranger - Willie Nelson

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To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip

 

Big Iron - Marty Robbins

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I've given up
On the media
Feeds my hysteria
Sick of living down on my knees

I've given up
On morality
Feeds my brutality
Fruck what you think about me

 

Wash it all Away - Five Finger Death Punch

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You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove

 

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

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