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  • JohnV
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    • Sep 2014
    • 64

    #1396
    KISS “Forever” 1989



    I gotta tell you what I'm feelin' inside, I could lie to myself, but it's true
    There's no denying when I look in your eyes, girl I'm out of my head over you
    I lived so long believin' all love is blind
    But everything about you is tellin' me this time

    It's forever, this time I know and there's no doubt in my mind
    Forever, until my life is thru, girl I'll be lovin' you forever

    I hear the echo of a promise I made
    When you're strong you can stand on your own
    But those words grow distant as I look at your face
    No, I don't wanna go it alone
    I never thought I'd lay my heart on the line
    But everything about you is tellin' me this time



    I see my future when I look in your eyes
    It took your love to make my heart come alive
    Cos I lived my life believin' all love is blind
    But everything about you is tellin' me this time
    "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
    With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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    • JohnV
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      • Sep 2014
      • 64

      #1397
      MotorHead “Ace of Spades” 1980



      If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man,
      You win some, lose some, all the same to me,
      The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,
      I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
      The Ace Of Spades

      Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,
      Going with the flow, it's all the game to me,
      Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,
      Double up or quit, double stake or split,
      The Ace Of Spades

      You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,
      But that's the way I like it baby,
      I don't wanna live for ever,
      And don't forget the joker!

      Pushing up the ante, I know you wanna see me,
      Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
      I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
      The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,
      The Ace Of Spades
      "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
      With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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      • JohnV
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        • Sep 2014
        • 64

        #1398
        Peter Tosh “The poor man feel it” 1981



        Gotta find a solution to this pollution, wo oh oh.
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution, yeah.
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution, oh.
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution.
        The poor man a feel it, oh ah!
        The poor man a feel it, yeah ah!
        The poor man a feel it, oh ah!
        The poor man feel it, yeah ah!

        Gas gone up.
        Bus fare gone up.
        The rent gone up.
        For meal gone up
        Lighting gone up.
        The tax gone up.
        Car parts gone up.
        And mi can't take the first law.

        And there has -
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution, yeah ah.
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution!
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution, wo oh oh oh.
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution.
        Only the poor man a feel it, yeah ah!
        The poor man a feel it, oh ah!
        The poor man feel it, stand up!
        Only him feel it, yeah, ah!


        Time gone up.
        Scallion gone up.
        Onion gone up.
        Red beans gone up.
        Black pepper gone up.
        Chicken gone up.
        And the parents them angry,
        'Cause the pickney them hungry.

        And there has -
        Gotta be a solution to this pollution, right now, yeah.
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution, promises won't help!
        Gotta find a solution to this pollution, we've been waiting,
        For a solution to this pollution.
        Only the poor man a feel it, yeah ah!
        Only them a feel it, oh ah!
        Only the poor man a feel it, yeah ah!
        Only him feel it, oh ah!
        Only the poor man a feel it, every time!
        Only the poor man a feel it, yeah ah
        "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
        With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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        • JohnV
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          • Sep 2014
          • 64

          #1399
          Bruce Springsteen “Born in the USA” 1984

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          Born down in a dead man's town
          The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
          You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
          Till you spend half your life just covering up
          Born in the U.S.A.
          I was born in the U.S.A.
          I was born in the U.S.A.
          Born in the U.S.A.
          Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand
          Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man
          Born in the U.S.A.
          I was born in the U.S.A.
          I was born in the U.S.A.
          I was born in the U.S.A.
          Born in the U.S.A.
          Come back home to the refinery
          Hiring man says "son if it was up to me"
          Went down to see my V.A. man
          He said "son don't you understand now"
          Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
          They're still there he's all gone
          He had a woman he loved in Saigon
          I got a picture of him in her arms now
          Down in the shadow of penitentiary
          Out by the gas fires of the refinery
          I'm ten years burning down the road
          Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
          Born in the U.S.A.
          I was born in the U.S.A.
          Born in the U.S.A.
          I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
          Born in the U.S.A.
          Born in the U.S.A.
          Born in the U.S.A.
          I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.
          "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
          With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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          • Blurock
            Diamond Member

            • May 2010
            • 4203

            #1400
            Free fallin played by a Master guitarist.

            Excellence is not a skill; its an attitude...

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            • Blurock
              Diamond Member

              • May 2010
              • 4203

              #1401
              Need we say anything? Just sit back and listen.

              Excellence is not a skill; its an attitude...

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              • Blurock
                Diamond Member

                • May 2010
                • 4203

                #1402
                There's nothing like slow blues to chill by on a late afternoon....

                Excellence is not a skill; its an attitude...

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                • Blurock
                  Diamond Member

                  • May 2010
                  • 4203

                  #1403
                  Two greats make sublime music.

                  Excellence is not a skill; its an attitude...

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                  • JohnV
                    Email problem

                    • Sep 2014
                    • 64

                    #1404
                    The Clash “White man in Hammersmith Palais” 1978



                    Midnight to six man
                    For the first time from Jamaica
                    Dillinger and Leroy Smart
                    Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

                    Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
                    With backing bands sound systems
                    And if they've got anything to say
                    There's many black ears here to listen

                    But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
                    Charging from the bass knives to the treble
                    But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
                    Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

                    Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
                    'Cos it won't get you anywhere
                    Fooling with your guns
                    The British Army is waiting out there
                    An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

                    White youth, black youth
                    Better find another solution
                    Why not phone up Robin Hood
                    And ask him for some wealth distribution

                    Punk rockers in the UK
                    They won't notice anyway
                    They're all too busy fighting
                    For a good place under the lighting

                    The new groups are not concerned
                    With what there is to be learned
                    They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
                    Turning rebellion into money

                    All over people changing their votes
                    Along with their overcoats
                    If Adolf Hitler flew in today
                    They'd send a limousine anyway

                    I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
                    Who looks so sick in the sun
                    I'm the white man in the Palais
                    Just lookin' for fun

                    I'm only
                    Looking for fun
                    "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
                    With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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                    • JohnV
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                      • Sep 2014
                      • 64

                      #1405
                      The Jam “In the city” 1977



                      In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you
                      But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool
                      I wanna say, I wanna tell you
                      About the young ideas
                      But you turn them into fears
                      In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright
                      And those golden faces are under 25
                      They wanna say, they gonna tell ya
                      About the young idea
                      You better listen now you've said your bit-a

                      And I know what you're thinking
                      You still think I am crap
                      But you'd better listen man
                      Because the kids know where it's at

                      In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms
                      And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man
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                      We wanna say, we gonna tell ya
                      About the young idea
                      And if it don't work, at least we still tried

                      In the city, in the city
                      In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you
                      "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
                      With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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                      • jimmyjjohn
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                        • Oct 2014
                        • 5

                        #1406
                        I personally prefer latest music but no doubt about the old music. “Old is gold” this phrase remain true in every century. I listen some songs that mention in your post and they take me into past.

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                        • JohnV
                          Email problem

                          • Sep 2014
                          • 64

                          #1407
                          Originally posted by jimmyjjohn
                          I personally prefer latest music but no doubt about the old music. “Old is gold” this phrase remain true in every century. I listen some songs that mention in your post and they take me into past.
                          I enjoy this section of TheForumSa. I went through all the songs placed here by the various members of TheForumSA.

                          Your post is identical to 'Missnancyalex,' # 3
                          "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
                          With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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                          • JohnV
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                            • Sep 2014
                            • 64

                            #1408
                            The Beach Boys “ Come go with me” 1978



                            Dom dom dom dom dom
                            Dom be dooby
                            Dom dom dom dom dom
                            Dom be dooby
                            Dom dom dom dom dom
                            Dom be dooby dom
                            Whoa whoa whoa whoa
                            I love love you darling
                            Come and go with me
                            Come home with me
                            Baby I'm to see
                            I need you darling
                            Come and go with me
                            Whoa whoa whoa whoa
                            Come come come come
                            Come into my heart
                            Tell me darling
                            We will never part
                            I need you darling
                            Come and go with me
                            Whoa whoa whoa whoa
                            Yes I need you
                            Yes I really need you
                            Please say you'll never leave me
                            When you say you never
                            Guess you really never
                            You never give me a chance
                            Come come come come
                            Come into my heart
                            Tell me darling
                            We will never part
                            I need you darling
                            Come and go with me
                            Whoa whoa whoa whoa
                            You never give me a chance
                            I love love you darling
                            Come and go with me
                            Come home with me
                            Baby I'm to see
                            I need you darling
                            Come and go with me
                            Come on go with me
                            Dom dom dom dom dom
                            Dom be dooby
                            Come on go with me
                            Dom dom dom dom dom
                            Dom be dooby
                            Come on go with me
                            Dom dom dom dom dom
                            Dom be dooby
                            Come on go with me
                            "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
                            With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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                            • JohnV
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                              • Sep 2014
                              • 64

                              #1409
                              Del Vikings “ Come go with me” 1956



                              Dom dom dom dom dom
                              Dom be dooby
                              Dom dom dom dom dom
                              Dom be dooby
                              Dom dom dom dom dom
                              Dom be dooby dom
                              Whoa whoa whoa whoa
                              I love love you darling
                              Come and go with me
                              Come home with me
                              Baby I'm to see
                              I need you darling
                              Come and go with me
                              Whoa whoa whoa whoa
                              Come come come come
                              Come into my heart
                              Tell me darling
                              We will never part
                              I need you darling
                              Come and go with me
                              Whoa whoa whoa whoa
                              Yes I need you
                              Yes I really need you
                              Please say you'll never leave me
                              When you say you never
                              Guess you really never
                              You never give me a chance
                              Come come come come
                              Come into my heart
                              Tell me darling
                              We will never part
                              I need you darling
                              Come and go with me
                              Whoa whoa whoa whoa
                              You never give me a chance
                              I love love you darling
                              Come and go with me
                              Come home with me
                              Baby I'm to see
                              I need you darling
                              Come and go with me
                              Come on go with me
                              Dom dom dom dom dom
                              Dom be dooby
                              Come on go with me
                              Dom dom dom dom dom
                              Dom be dooby
                              Come on go with me
                              Dom dom dom dom dom
                              Dom be dooby
                              Come on go with me
                              "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
                              With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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                              • JohnV
                                Email problem

                                • Sep 2014
                                • 64

                                #1410
                                Del Vikings “Whispering bells” 1957



                                The Del Vikings formed in 1955: they contained five young American Air Force men - Clarence Quick, Corinthian "Krips" Johnson, Chuck Jackson, Donald Backus and David Lerchey. In 1956, they won a song contest run by the Air Force and while stationed in Pittsburgh, won themselves a recording contract with Fee-Bee records, who released their records to Dot. These included their big hits "Come Go With Me" which became a million seller in 1957, and "Whispering Bells".
                                http://www.discogs.com/artist/372976-Dell-Vikings-The

                                Whispering bells,
                                Whisper low,
                                Whispering bells,
                                Love you so,
                                Bring my baby
                                Oh my baby back to me.
                                (Baby back to me)
                                Whispering bells,
                                Loud and clear,
                                Your sweet chimes
                                Glad to hear,
                                Bring my baby
                                Oh my baby back to me.
                                Whispering bells,
                                Whisper low,
                                Whispering bells,
                                Love you so,
                                Bring my baby
                                Oh my baby back to me.
                                (Baby back to me)
                                Whispering bells,
                                Loud and clear,
                                Your sweet chimes
                                Glad to hear,
                                Bring my baby
                                Oh my baby back to me.
                                "Why do we never get an answer, when we're knocking at the door
                                With a thousand million questions, about hate and death and war?"

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