Lyrical Response

[muppy]

Mama, Just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger,
Now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away

 

Mama, oooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

[PastaJoe]

Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

[Joe Ferguson forever]

No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry

Seh, seh, seh I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
Oba observing the 'ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way
In this great future, you can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I seh

[cwater10]

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

[muppy]

Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in

I am everyday people, yeah, yeah

[WhoTom]

Well, I ain't always right, but I've never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while, you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right

[cwater10]

He seems to be completely unreceptive
The tests I gave him show no sense at all
His eyes react to light the dials detect it
He hears but cannot answer to your call

[muppy]

Takin' my time, choosin' my lines
Tryin' to decide what to do
Looks like my stop, don't wanna get off
Got myself hung up on you

 

Seems to me you don't wanna talk about it
Seems to me you just turn your pretty head and walk away

[Joe Ferguson forever]

Everybody's talkin' at me
I don't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echoes of my mind

People stoppin', starin'
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes

I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes

[WhoTom]

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

[muppy]

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

[PastaJoe]

Got out of town on a boat goin' to Southern islands
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea
She was makin' for the trades on the outside
And the downhill run to Papeete

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas
We got eighty feet of the waterline nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away

[SinceThe70s]

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

 

Hip-hip

[muppy]

Hip Hop hooray, Ho Hey Ho 

 

You drew a picture of my morning

But you couldn't make my day,

Hey! I'm rockin' and you're yawning

But you never look my way,

Hey! I'm licking down you darlin'

In every single way,

 

[WhoTom]

Landslide, rocks are falling, falling down upon our very heads
We tried, but you were yawning, look again
Rock is dead
Rock is dead
Rock is dead

[muppy]

Down at the Astoria the scene was changing
Bingo and rock were pushing out x-rating
We were the first band to vomit at the bar
And find the distance to the stage too far
Meanwhile it's getting late at ten o'clock
Rock is dead they say
Long live rock

 

Edited January 1, 2023 by muppy

[PastaJoe]

Let's go down to the Sunset Grill
We can watch the working girls go by
Watch the "basket people" walk around and mumble
And stare out at the auburn sky
There's an old man there from the Old World
To him, it's all the same
Calls all his customers by name
Down at the Sunset Grill

[Bill from NYC]

Some girls take my money, some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back, and leave me with a lethal dose

 

French girls they want Cartier, Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world you can possibly imagine

 

English girls they're so prissy, I can't stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook, I don't want them to ever call at all

[Joe Ferguson forever]

Oh, I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
Oh, I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run

[WhoTom]

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say