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Ron Hitler-Barassi.

It was actually Humphrey B Flaubert (aka Damian Cowell) that wrote those lyrics. On the same album, he also wrote this gem that was banned from JJJ:

I might be a rock star, but I'll never be a critic
I might like porno, but Baywatch is f*****g sick
I might have screwed your sister, but I'll never screw your mum
I might have gone to uni, but at least I know I'm dumb

I might hide my small penis, but at least not by owning a gun
I might not be homosexual, but I've slept with a guy who's one
I might agree with Jesus, but I've got no religious belief
At least I clean the drops up when I piss on the toilet seat

I might be a c**t
Woah-oh
I might be a c**t
But I'm not a f*****g c**t

I might barrack for Port Power, but never for the Crows
I might watch A Current Affair, but I watch Frontline also
I might like Tarantino, but sometimes you gotta wonder
I mightn't tell the truth all the time, hey, what's your mum's number?

I might be a c**t
Woah-oh
I might be a c**t
But I'm not a f*****g c**t


Ron Hitler-Barassi's best work is the 7-minute epic rant about Jim Morrison - Morrison Hostel - off Great Trucking Songs of the Renaissance. Look it up and have a laugh.
 

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ANYTHING Pink Floyd
/end thread.
Not sure why, but I love the bit in Comfortably Numb where it says 'When I was a child I had a fever ..........' and then
'When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye'
 
Just thinking when i was listening to this, I like the lines:

Wond'rous apparitions provided by magicians

:)
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/creedence+clearwater+revival/
Creedence Clearwater Revival – Looking Out My Back Door Lyrics

Just got home from Illinois locked the front door oh boy!
Got to sit down take a rest on the porch
Imagination sets in pretty soon I'm singin'

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door

There's a giant doing cartwheels a statue wearin' high heels
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo, doo doo
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo, doo doo
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrow

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door

Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrow

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door
Songwriters: J. C. FOGERTY
 
Will have to put a few Cosmic Psychos gems in here...

"Don't want no hippy lentil fuss"

Will add more later.
What a downer
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Will have to put a few Cosmic Psychos gems in here...

"Don't want no hippy lentil fuss"

Will add more later.

27 and a half percent, that's money well spent.

Do u have any idea of the words in lead me astray, it sounds like 'I see a toaster and I think of you' but it's puzzled me forever. Thanks in advance.
 
27 and a half percent, that's money well spent.

Do u have any idea of the words in lead me astray, it sounds like 'I see a toaster and I think of you' but it's puzzled me forever. Thanks in advance.
O God I wish pubs leant money.

I can't be sure of led me astray.

I saw the Psychos on cup day, they still deliver big time.

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"Moonlight Shadow"

The last time ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
He passed on worried and warning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow.
Lost in a riddle that Saturday night
Far away on the other side.
He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight
And she couldn't find how to push through

The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was a silhouette of a gun
Far away on the other side.
He was shot six times by a man on the run
And she couldn't find how to push through

I stay, I pray
See you in Heaven far away...
I stay, I pray
See you in Heaven one day.

Four A.M. in the morning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
I watched your vision forming
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
A star was glowing in the silvery night
Far away on the other side
Will you come to talk to me this night
But she couldn't find how to push through

I stay, I pray
See you in Heaven far away...
I stay, I pray
See you in Heaven one day.

Far away on the other side.
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five
The night was heavy and the air was alive
But she couldn't find how to push through
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Far away on the other side.
 
Written in 1989, still apt, in fact moreso

Armageddon Days Are Here
The The

They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky
Movin' in from the East toward the West
With Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes!

But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds

It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war
Drop your possessions, all you simple folk
You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes
You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack
You'll watch the ships out of harbour
And the bodies come floating back

If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today
He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart

But God didn't build himself that throne
God doesn't live in Israel or Rome
God belong to the yankee dollar
God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah
God doesn't even go to church
And God won't send us down to Allah to burn
No, God will remind us what we already know
That the human race is about to reap what it's sown
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds
Armageddon days are here again
 
ANYTHING Pink Floyd
/end thread.

Even this? :)

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
 
Even this? :)

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

Sorry. Should of said except the Syd Barrett garbage. He wrote songs like he was 5. Putrid.
 
Lyrics in rock songs are overrated. Songs don't have to rhyme either, but when they do, two different words should rhyme. Why? Because rhyming a word with itself is cheating unless you are Lou Reed singing Walk On The Wild Side: "but she never lost her head, even when she was giving head." That's okay any day!
While it's nice to hear a song that says exactly what the artist intended, there's something else I like a whole lot more: when a song says way more than the singer meant, and we get a brief, accidental glimpse inside the mind of a pop-song writer. I love the Ramones...take it Dee Dee..

I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
So why you want to walk around with me?
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
So why you want to walk around with me?
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
I don't want to walk around with you
So why you want to walk around with me?
 
"It’s awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I’m much obliged to you for making it clear
That I’m not here
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I’m grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead
Dressed in red"

The sound of insanity......
The sound of syd,,, a true genius
 

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