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01-24-2007, 09:24 PM | #1 |
Master Locutor
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Lyrics For The week....
For the Cellar.........
Shock the Monkey Shock the monkey to life Shock the monkey to life Cover me when I run Cover me through the fire Something knocked me out' the trees Now I'm on my knees Cover me, darling please Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know when you're going to shock the monkey Fox the fox Rat the rat You can ape the ape I know about that There is one thing you must be sure of I can't take any more Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey Wheels keep turning Something's burning Don't like it but I guess I'm learning Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey Cover me, when I sleep Cover me, when I breathe You throw your pearls before the swine Make the monkey blind Cover me, darling please Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey Too much at stake Ground beneath me shake And the news is breaking Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey Shock the monkey Shock the monkey Shock the monkey to life Peter Gabriel |
01-25-2007, 08:23 AM | #2 |
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Love that song - got to see it live about 20 yrs ago at the spectrum. I think.
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06-09-2014, 06:11 PM | #3 |
The Un-Tuckian
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Johnny Cash's "The Man Who Couldn't Cry", the live (at Carnegie Hall) version:
The Man Who Couldn't Cry
There once was a man and he just couldn't cry Hadn't cried for years and for years Napalmed babies and the movie love story For instance could not produce tears As a child he had cried as all children will Then at some point his tear ducts all ran dry He grew to be a man, it all hit the fan Things got bad, but he couldn't cry His dog was got ran over, his wife up and left him After that he got sacked from his job Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore Aw, but sill not a sniffle or sob His novel was refused, and his movie was panned His big Broadway show was a flop He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail Aw, but still not a dribble or drop In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered And made to make license plates Water and bread was all he was fed But not once did a tear stain his face Doctors were called in, scientists, too Theologians were last and practically least They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff But in fact an insensitive beast He was taken from jail and placed in a place For the insensitive and the insane He made a lot of friends, and he played a lot of chess And he cried every time it would rain Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried On the forty-first day, he passed away He just dehydrated and died Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog After that, he rejoined his arm Down below, all the doctors, they took it all back Cancer robbed the whore of her charm His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke The theologians were finally found out Right down to the ground, the jail house burned down And the earth suffered perpetual drought
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