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Kugai:
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
94ssd:
Time to Sondheim...
Running away- let's do it,
Free from the ties that bind.
No more despair
Or burdens to bear
Out there in the yonder.
Running away- go to it.
Where did you have in mind?
Have to take care:
Unless there's a "where,"
You'll only be wandering blind.
Just more questions.
Different kind.
Where are we to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away- we'll do it.
Why sit around, resigned?
Trouble is, son,
The farther you run,
The more you feel undefined
For what you've left undone
And, more, what you've left behind.
Kugai:
If you're blue and you don't know
Where to go to, why don't you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
If you're blue and you don't know
Where to go to, why don't you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz
Have you seen the well-to-do,
up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
with their noses in the air
High hats and Arrowed collars,
white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
for a wonderful time
If you're blue and you don't know
Where to go to, why don't you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
If you're blue and you don't know
Where to go to, why don't you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Read more: Taco - Putting On The Ritz Lyrics | MetroLyrics
94ssd:
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate,
Sitting in cages,
Never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits,
Beckoning, beckoning,
Just beyond the bars.
How can you remain,
Staring at the rain,
Maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely halloing?
Are you discussing, or fussing,
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robinet,
Is it for wages,
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's
Safer in cages,
Singing when you're told?
My cage has many rooms,
Damask and dark.
Nothing there sings,
Not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
When they're captive.
Teach me to be more adaptive.
chaospersonified:
The best ever death metal band out of Denton
Was a couple of guys, been friends since grade school.
One was named Cyrus, the other was Jeff.
and they practiced twice a week in Jeff's bedroom
The best ever death metal band out of Denton never settled on a name,
But the top three contenders after weeks of debate were Satan's Fingers, and The Killers, and The Hospital Bombers.
Jeff and Cyrus believed in their hearts they were headed for stage lights and Lear jets, and fortune and fame
So in script that made prominent use of a pentagram, they stencilled their drum heads and guitars with their names
This was why Cyrus got sent to the school, where they told him he'd never be famous
And this was why Jeff, in the letters he'd write to his friend, helped develop a plan to get even
When you punish a person for dreaming his dream
Don't expect him to thank or forgive you.
The best ever death metal band out of Denton will in time both out pace and outlive you,
Hail satan!
Hail satan!
Tonight, hail Satan!
Hail, hail...
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