Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio He moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever Go toora loora toora loo rye aye And we can sing just like our fathers Come on Eileen, well I swear (what he means) At this moment, you mean everything With you in that dress my thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Ah come on Eileen These people round here wear beaten down eyes Sunk in smoke dried faces They're so resigned to what their fate is But not us, no not us We are far too young and clever Eileen I'll sing this tune forever Come on Eileen well I swear (what he means) Ah come on, let's take off everything That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes) Ah come on Eileen
Look what I got for Valentine's Day: Lady Luck came along, took my dreams away, And the tears hurt more than a broken nose - I bled from the thorns of a barbed-wire rose.I know that I'm supposed to pray Thanking God for each new day. Would it disturb his master plan To one day be a happy man? I've tried to be positive, tried to be nice. I've turned the other cheek so I'd get hurt twice. I've forced a smile, I've dropped my guard I've seized the day but it bit me hard.Life's too short, but long enough to gain The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. No need to read my diary to see what lies before me - Just another chapter in my Badtime Story. The end of love and laughter now we're happy never after my next birthday will, I fear Be much the same as every year. Inside the wrapping there Are a few more wrinkles and a little less hair.Another Autumn leaf is turning, One more soul for candle-burning. Hid beneath the sham and glitter I taste a cake that's stale and bitter. I've tried to be positive, tried to be nice. I've turned the other cheek so I'd get hurt twice. I've forced a smile, I've dropped my guard I've seized the day but it bit me hard. Life's too short, but long enough to gain The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. No need to read my diary to see what lies before me - Just another chapter in my Badtime Story. On my Christmas card last year it said:"So sorry, Santa Claus is dead. Crawl into the oven when you've had enough 'Cos it keeps sitting here quietly waiting to be stuffed." What a festive way to go Here beneath the mistletoe, With open eyes and an open wrist To vanish from your Christmas list. I've tried to be positive, tried to be nice. I've turned the other cheek so I'd get hurt twice. I've forced a smile, I've dropped my guard I've seized the day but it bit me hard. Life's too short, but long enough to gain The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. No need to read my diary to see what lies before me - Just another chapter in my Badtime Story.
@vikivik91416 жыл бұрын
THANK YOU FOR UPLOADING THIS MASTERPIECE
@Learn4Live2 жыл бұрын
Timeless Folk Metal album. Perfect to listen when you want to chill and enjoy great stories.
@Bebbeth6 жыл бұрын
Well we all learned how to use a fork and knife How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie And understand these things are what give us this right To go around the world acting superior We live with missles and the armaments cash With rewritten histories and a fictional past And though some of us still have questions to ask The ship she sails without a captain Goddam this master race That we're born in Goddam this howling wolf That we're serving I've had it up to here... The opposition, we ain't doing so well I understadning is weak and our knowledge is small And though kids scrawl frustration on the back street wall Most of them can't even spell basatard Goddam this master race That we're born in Goddam this howling wolf That we're serving
@Bebbeth6 жыл бұрын
Hear my tale, I'm Norman Normal Always humble, mild and meek In my bank a lowly banker Run-down branch on Nowhere Street 'till one day a stranger called A fetid bible black, he laughed Said: "sonny I don't want your money I don't need an overdraft Boy you have a great potential Don't you let it go to waste My offer ends so it's essential That you hurry up, make haste For a life of milk and honey Sign along the dotted line Thirty years of girls and money At the end your soul is mine!" Said: "At the end your soul is mine!" No one can dissuade me I'm down on my knees My conscience says: "No!" My libido: "Yes please!" If I put my pen to paper, for eternity I'm damned If I don't I'll never be the singer in a fiddle band Can anyone blame me? I don't think they'd dare My soul says: "No way" But my mouth cries: "Oh yeah!"
@jamesalby43965 жыл бұрын
Such brilliance should be appreciated! Thank for da lyrics.
@Bebbeth6 жыл бұрын
Look what you get for following leaders Who lead from the rear, where are they now? What did we learn in history lessons? How to sit quiet at the back of a class With so many things open to question It's too late to cry, there's no-one to ask Life's an education, a multiple equation Everybody finds their own solution in the end "To be or not to be" is a very lengthy question Has somebody please got a sharpened pencil they can lend? What did we learn in history lessons? How to sit quiet at the back of a class With so many things open to question It's too late to cry, there's no-one to ask Marching in time Down a production line What did that teach you 'bout life in the dole queue? The Law of Relativity Life's relative misery The Law of Probability It's probably contrived Newton's Law of Gravity We face a grave reality The law that rules the jungle Only the strong survive Look what you get for following leaders Who lead from the rear, where are they now? The path of least resistance, a bland textbook existence Don't expect to find the answers printed at the back The only sound advice that's carried me through life When the cards are stacked against you, play the joker in the pack What did we learn in history lessons? How to sit quiet at the back of a class With so many things open to question It's too late to cry, there's no-one to ask Marching in time Down a production line What did that teach you 'bout life in the dole queue?
@Bebbeth6 жыл бұрын
Forgive me if I'm out of order This new music has no soul It may be good for making money Sadly that is not my goal Integrity and honesty Are words that you don't understand But you're the best It says so in the Penny Dreadful in your hand I saw you in a magazine They're calling you Messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn't be more wrong "Oh, if we'd played this riff more punk Than may be we'd have had a million-seller" But this piper's tune is not for sale I'm glad to say I'm not that kind of fella DJ's, VJ's, pimps and trollops Never mind music, this is bollocks I saw you in a magazine They're calling you Messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn't be more wrong Turn on! Tune up! Cash in! Sell out! Stand your ground behind the times And refuse to follow fashion Write your poetry with anger And then sing it with a passion Painted faces in a circus Images that spring to mind, When I read my Penny Dreadful Filled with pictures of your kind I saw you in a magazine They're calling you Messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn't be more wrong Commercial suicide's appealing After 10 years on this losing streak 'Cause I'd rather be called sour and bitter Than be deemed the flavour of the week I saw you in a magazine They're calling you Messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn't be more wrong (Extra, extra, read all about it!)I saw you in a magazine They're calling you Messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn't be more wrong
Very pleasant album... I think one my favourite from them along with Jona's Ark and, surprisingly, the not very well rated Folkemon...
@Bebbeth6 жыл бұрын
Forgive me if I'm out of order - this new "music" has no soul. It may be good for making money, (sadly that is not my goal). Integrity and honesty are words that you don't understand, but you're the best - it says so in the penny dreadful in your hand. I saw you in the magazine, they're calling you messiah. They must be living in a dream - they couldn't be more wrong. If we'd played this riff more punk, than may be we'd have had a million seller. But this piper's tune is not for sale, (I'm glad to say I'm not that kind of fella). D.J.s, V.J.s, pimps and trollops, never mind music - this is b******s. I saw you in the magazine, they're calling you messiah. They must be living in a dream - they couldn't be more wrong. Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out. Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out. Stand your ground behind the times - and refuse to follow fassion. Write your poetry with anger, (and then sing it with a passion). Painted faces in a circus - images that spring to mind, when I read my penny dreadful filled with pictures of your kind. I saw you in the magazine, they're calling you messiah. They must be living in a dream - they couldn't be more wrong. Commercial suicide's appealing after ten years on this losing streak. 'Cause I'd rather be called sour and bitter than be deemed the flavour of the weak. I saw you in the magazine, they're calling you messiah. They must be living in a dream - they couldn't be more wrong. Extra, extra, read all about it! I saw you in the magazine, they're calling you messiah. They must be living in a dream - they couldn't be more wrong.
Hello, bombjour, hello, bombjour Hello, bombjour Good morning, good morning The obvious drawback In building a bomb Is then needing somewhere Or someone to test it on What happened to European Community? Consciences with diplomatic immunity Find a new toy that's more safe than the atom The face of a clown with Napoleon's hat on Did you really mean it? You've got to be joking Too late to say sorry The gun barrel's smoking Our hope for the future is clear understanding But you're still afraid that the Martians are landing The reds 'neath our beds appear far more attractive Than waking up dead in the radioactive debris Frère Jacques Chirac, Frère Jacques Chirac Frère Jacques Chirac Dormez-vous? Hello, bombjour, hello, bombjour Hello, bombjour Good morning, good morning