Rarities: N-Z

RAMBLE ON (Led Zeppelin)

Leaves are falling all around
It's time I was on my way
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged
For such a pleasant stay

But now it's time for me to go
The autumn moon lights my way
For now I smell the rain
And with it pain
And it's headed my way
Ah, sometimes I grow so tired
But I know I've got one thing I got to do

Ramble on
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song
I'm goin' 'round the world
I got to find my girl, on my way
I've been this way ten years to the day, ramble on
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams

Got no time to for spreadin' roots
The time has come to be gone
And tho' our health we drank a thousand times
It's time to ramble on

I ain't tellin' no lie

Mine's a tale that can't be told
My freedom I hold dear
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her
Her, her....yea
Ain't nothing I can do, no

Gonna ramble on, sing my song
Gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby
Gonna work my way, round the world
I can't stop this feelin' in my heart
Gotta keep searchin' for my baby
I can't find my bluebird
I'd listen to my bluebird sing
But I can't find my blue bird
A-keep-a ramblin' baby...

RAUNCHOLA

If it's a hard, cold beat
You can go dance every night
You won't get it shown
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya

Nothing'll make you win
Even the law won't fight
Yeah!

Looking to make your winning
Even if it makes you look nice
You got a sound that's nice
Watching the days go by
You can't go to the day lord's house
We don't have no doubt
We go to too many cocktails
Pimples in way

RIO (Duran Duran)

Wow!

Moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of paradise
Cherry ice cream smile I suppose it's very nice
With a step to your left and a flick to the right
You catch that mirror way out west
You know you're something special
And you look like you're the best

Her name is rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande

I've seen you on the beach and I've seen you on tv
Two of a billion stars it means so much to me
Like a birthday or a pretty view
But then I'm sure that you know it's just for you

Hey now look at that did he nearly run you down
at the end of the drive the lawmen arrive you make me feel
Alive, alive, alive

I'll take my chance cause luck is on my side
I tell you something I know what you're thinking
I tell you something I know what you're thinking

Her name is rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twists across a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande

Her name is rio she don't need to understand
I might find her if I'm looking like I can
Oh rio rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the north down to the rio grande

SAD

And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy now

You're in the laundry room
You're in the laundry room
The clue just came to you, oh
(or : Conclusion came to you)

And if you cut yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
Then you'll think you're happy now

You're in the laundry room
You're in the laundry room
The clue just came to you, oh
(or : Conclusion came to you)
You're in the laundry room
You're in the laundry room
The clue just came to you, oh
(or : Conclusion came to you)

And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You'll wallow in his shit
Then you'll think you're happy now

You're in the laundry room
You're in the laundry room
You're in the laundry room
The clue just came to you, oh
(or : Conclusion came to you)

Note : "Sad" is nothing more than a slower version of "Sappy"

Note : The lyrics to this song often variate. The chorus however is always the same.

SATISFACTION (The Rolling Stones)

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm watchin' my TV
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'Cause you see I'm on losing streak
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

I can't get no, I can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction...

SEASONS IN THE SUN (Terry Jacks)

Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and A B C's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

Goodbye my friend it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons
Out of time......

Goodbye Papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along.

Goodbye Papa its hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them I'll be there.

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons
Have all gone.

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons
Have all gone.

Goodbye Michelle my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons
Have all gone

All our lives we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons
Out of time......

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun

SEX BOMB (Flipper)

She's a sex bomb my baby - yeah

SOUND OF DENTAGE

Oh, I take my precious time
In the -- line
I'm sober
Oh, I'm sober
I want mom to stay close to me
Right here
Oh, I'm sober

SUICIDE SAMURAI

Blew your lace
uh as you darn into
uh as you love me, poise you
lady our lakes are blushing by your hate!

I was yours and guilty
if you lift the jewelries
special time as you can be
too much of this parade

uuh... ooh... hey... ooh...

I was yours and not sure
you had done into
you got me into endorcy
your legs are ignorate

I was your intention
or a drop dead
wish you got me, on the river
that's where lunch is, lunch is paid

uuh... ooh... uuh... ooh...

Note : I don't know if you've ever heard this song, but it's absolutely impossible to find out the actual lyrics. The quality of this song is just desastrous, I only came up with this interpretation to give you an idea what the song sounds like. Now just take these lyrics and imagine a dying monster crying those words out. That's "Suicide Samurai".

SWEET HOME ALABAMA (Lynryd Skynryd)

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
singing songs about the south land
I miss 'ole 'bamy once again
and I think it's a sin

Well I heard mr. Young sing about her
Well I heard ol' Neil put her down
Well I hope Neil Young will remember
a southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the guv'nor (boo boo boo)
now we all did what we could
now Watergate does not bother me
does you conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Now muscle shoals has got the swampers
and they've been known to pick a tune or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
now how bout you?

Sweet home Alabama
where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

THANK YOU

(Sly & The Family Stone)

Lookin' at the devil, grinnin' at his gun
Fingers start shakin', I begin to run
Bullets start chasin', I begin to stop
We begin to wrestle, I was on the top

Want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
I wanna thank you falettinme be mice elf agin

Stiff all in the collar, fluffy in the face
Chit chat chatter tryin', I begin to run
Want to thank you for the party, I could never stay
Many things is on my mind, words in the way

Want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin

Dance to the music
All nite long
Everyday people
Sing a simple song

Mama's so happy
Mama start to cry
Papa still singin'
You can make it if you try

I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin

Flamin' eyes of people fear, burnin' into you
Many men are missin' much, hatin' what they do

Youth and truth are makin' love
Dig it for a starter
Dyin' young is hard to take
Sellin' out is harder

I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin

THE PRIEST THEY CALLED HIM

'Fight tuberculosis, folks.' Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The 'Priest,' they called him. 'Fight tuberculosis, folks.'
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway.
'Remindsme of something a long time ago.' The boy, there, with his overcoat
unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside
a building. 'Hmm, yes, maybe' - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use
his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. 'Legs, yet,'
he said, and walked quickly away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously.
'Kind of a funny smell about it.' 'It's just Mexican leather.'
'Well, some joker didn't cure it.'
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
'Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest...' he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel.
Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless
I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.

'Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!'
The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
money in his pocket and started to scream.
'I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!' The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
'I can't write you a prescription.' The doctor jerked open a drawer
and slid an ampule across the table. 'That's all I have in the OFFICE!'
The doctor stood up. 'Take it and GET OUT!' he screamed, hysterical.
The Priest's expression did not change.

The doctor added in quieter tones, 'After all, I'm a professional man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you.'
'Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?' 'Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you.'
'All right, doctor, I'm going.' Of course it was cold and far to walk,
rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
'These stairs,' coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the
bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper.

He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan
and what it meant. 'Maybe he had an accident or something.
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall.' Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
'Quien es?' 'It's the Preist, kid, I live next door.'
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.

A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed.
'What's wrong, son?' 'It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
medicine.' The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.
'A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
it was then that the cramps started.' And now he has the leg cramps back
with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy
groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
'It's just a quarter G, kid.' 'I do not require much, senor.'

The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays.
He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest,
there was no need to call one.