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I may very well be the only person in human history to have had this song stuck in their head:

featuring possibly the most audacious ending to a song ever,

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don’t know how this got stuck 8n my head

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Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In-between the bright lights
And the far, unlit unknown

Growing up, it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass-production zone

Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths, we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight

Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

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For a while, I didnt realize this was "inspired" by Charles Whitman and the Austin shooting. 

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Best concert video of all time? Best concert video of all time.

 

Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins 
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game 
You pick up Little Dynamite, I'll pick up Little Gun 
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run 
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't want to be your son 
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue 
And Rosie, you're the one 

Dynamite's in the belfry, baby, playin' with the bats 
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats 
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus 
Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us 
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs, 'cause you know we ain't gonna come 
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun 
And Rosie, you're the one 

[CHORUS]
Rosalita, jump a little higher 
Senorita, come sit by my fire 
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar 
Rosalita, you're my stone desire 

Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knee Willie, don't you know they're gonna be there 
Sloppy Sue and Big Bone Billy, they'll be coming up for air 
We're gonna play some pool, skip some school 
Act real cool, stay out all night, it's gonna feel alright 
So Rosie, come out tonight, little baby, come out tonight 
Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor 
Closets are for hangers, winners use the door 
So use it, Rosie, that's what it's there for 

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll band 
And I know your daddy, he don't dig me, but he never did understand 
Your papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room-- I'm comin' to lend a hand 
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man 
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny 
But now you're sad, your mama's mad 
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money 
Your papa says he knows that I don't have any money 
Oh, your daddy says he knows that I don't have any money 
Well, tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance 
'Cause a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance 

And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed, but the Lord had mercy 
And my machine, she's a dud, out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey 
Well, hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie, I'm comin' on strong 
By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms 
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way 
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night and all day 
You can hear them in the back room strummin' 
So hold tight, baby, 'cause don't you know Daddy's comin' 
Everybody sing 

Rosalita, jump a little higher 
Senorita, come sit by my fire 
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar 
Oh Baby, you're my stone desire 

Hey hey hey hey 
Hey hey hey hey 
Hey hey hey hey 
Hey hey hey hey

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Yeah, rise and shine, you're fine, man
Even if you're feeling kinda wonky on your legs
If you're wondering who woke up, you woke up
We just have not figured out which you yet
You ain't dreaming, that means what's not you is beyond you
You'll see only what it represents
But now you've gotta get up
'Cause time is nagging more than ever
Like a dog humping your leg, so get up

Get up, get up, now
Get up, get up, now
(Get up) Get up, get up, now
Get up, get up, now

So get dressed, get out, the worst is over now
You picked an odd time to start feeling strange
And when all's said and done, you're just a massive cunt
So stop acting like your problems all jumped out of a cake
The sun is blazing, man, it's too bright to see
What washed ashore past midnight on Victoria Street
So we're gonna buy some shades and keep it under wraps
Not making eye contact with Pikachus or money cats

And I remember a time when life was simple like a glass of water
Simple like a glass of water
And now it's crystal clear as any bathroom mirror
Crystal clear as any bathroom mirror

You're like a snake with its arse up its head, man, stop thinking
It's enough dealing with this heat and stink
School bus, street pus, the crushed skulls of watermelons
Flowing down a drain the colour of Indian ink
And there Marcel snoozin' after doing some boozin'
Having one them dreams where you're losing your teeth
He's sleeping in the door of what was Thy Thy
Snoring 'neath a sign saying it's up for lease
And then a tram thunders along, going ding-ding-dong
The driver staring through the windscreen in a trance
The hours are way too long, but then the pay is shit
I hear he's saving all his money for a hair transplant

The hours are long, but
The hours are long, but
The hours are long, but
The hours are very, very long

Look at that gack-head chew, high as a Panzer crew
Some soccer mummy's introduced him to the pigs
Her horse is higher than a junky's
But like everybody else here, she's just buying everything on tic
And there's Veronica, waiting on blah, blah, blah
He left her filing her nails in the car
Man, beauty got a raw deal, there it ain't fair
And you can hear it in her laugh, it jars, she's so unhappy
You’ll find him most mornings ‘neath the grocery awnings
Making sure the only arrests 'round here are cardiac
He’s got your back, he’ll ask you if you’re Jason
Then send your money to some cam-girl up in Seminyak

And I remember a time when life was simple like a glass of water
Simple like a glass of water
But now it's crystal clear as any bathroom mirror
Crystal clear as any bathroom mirror

And there's the snort of Nguyen's old Subaru on laughing gas
He says he hasn't lost a patient yet
He smokes it up around the corner
Where you gave up trying to guess
What goes on in other people's heads

It's hard to tell
How far you are from knowing your heart
It's hard to tell
How far you are from knowing your heart
It's hard to tell

Under the stars and the sun
You feel it all coming undone
You can pretend it's a game
Under a brand new pair of shades
You can pretend it's a game
A pressure drop in your brain

And now we're gonna buy those shades, we're coming in to land
And straight away, the man's proposing that the world is flat
It's also square and it ain't going anywhere
Well, we can see it's full of squares, not gonna argue with that
And now we're laughing in the window of his old bong shop
Selling cheap shit, sham knock-off handbags brands
And he's explaining how we're living in a simulation
So why not buy a pair of Chinese Ray-Bans?

How far you are from knowing your heart
It's hard to tell
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart
It's really hard to tell
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart
How far you are from knowing your heart

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Your daddy works in porno
Now that mommy's not around
She used to love her heroin
But now she's underground
So you stay out late at night
And you do your dope for free
Drivin' your friends crazy
With your life's insanity

Well, well, well you just can't tell
Well, well, well my Michelle

Sowin' all your wild oats
In another's luxuries
Yesterday was Tuesday
Maybe Thursday you can sleep
But school starts much too early
And this hotel wasn't free
So party till your connection call
Honey I'll return the key

Well, well, well you just can't tell
Well, well, well my Michelle
Well, well, well you never can tell
Well, well, well my Michelle

Everyone needs love
You know that it's true
Someday you'll find someone
That'll fall in love with you
But oh the time it takes
When you're all alone
Someday you'll find someone
That you can call your own but till then ya better

Now you're clean and so discreet
I won't say a word
But most of all this song is true
Case you haven't heard
So c'mon and stop your cryin'
'Cause we both know money burns
Honey don't stop tryin' and you'll get what you deserve

Well, well, well you just can't tell
Well, well, well my Michelle
Well, well, well you never can tell
Well, well, well my Michelle

My my my Michele
My my my Michele
My my my Michele
My my my Michele
Michelle

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Fallen has been on tv a lot lately, so naturally this is stuck in my head.

 

Edited by Nice Guy Eddie

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Posted (edited)

Table covered in coke and half-empty bottles of Stoli just out of frame there.

EDIT: And now this is gonna be in my head all night. 

Warren was a motherfucker, bud.

Edited by Curt McGirt
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After a trip to the grocery store Friday night, it was either gonna be this or "When The Shit Goes Down".  

 

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You are welcome.

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Yeah, it's one day late. Lick me.

Dark is the light,
The man you fight,
With all your prayers, incantations,
Running away, a trivial day,
Of judgment and deliverance,
To whom was sold, this bounty soul,
A gentile or a priest ?
Who victored over, the seljuks,
When the holy land was taken

We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens

Was it the riches, of the land,
Powers of bright darkness,
That lead the noble, to the east,
To fight the heathens

We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens

We must call upon our bright darkness,
Beliefs, they're the bullets of the wicked,
One was written on the sword,
For you must enter a room to destroy it,
International security,
Call of the righteous man,
Needs a reason to kill man,
History teaches us so,
The reason he must attain,
Must be approved by his god, 
His child, partisan brother of war,

Of war, we don't speak anymore,
Of war, we don't speak anymore,
Of war, we don't speak anymore,
Of war, we don't speak anymore,

We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens

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One-two-three-four-five-six!
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with Massachusetts
And the neon when it's cold outside
And the highway when it's late at night
Got the radio on
I'm like the roadrunner

Alright
I'm in love with modern moonlight
1:28 when it's dark outside
I'm in love with Massachusetts
I'm in love with the radio on
It helps me from being alone late at night
Helps me from being lonely late at night
I don't feel so bad now in the car
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
That's right

Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban trees, suburban speed
And it smells like heaven, I say
Roadrunner once
Roadrunner twice
I'm in love with rock & roll and I'll be out all night
Roadrunner
That's right

Well now
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive to the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on at night
And me in love with modern moonlight
Me in love with modern rock & roll
Modern girls and modern rock & roll
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
O.K. now you sing Modern Lovers

(Radio On!)
I got the AM
(Radio On!)
Got the car, got the AM
(Radio On!)
Got the AM sound, got the
(Radio On!)
Got the rockin' modern neon sound
(Radio On!)
I got the car from Massachusetts, got the
(Radio On!)
I got the power of Massachusetts when it's late at night
(Radio On!)
I got the modern sounds of modern Massachusetts
I've got the world, got the turnpike, got the
I've got the, got the power of the AM
Got the, late at night, hit 'em wide, rock & roll late at night
The factories and the auto signs got the power of modern sounds
Alright

Right, bye bye!

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Woke up with this in my head. I blame somebody posting that Tweet from Dolly in the Shine On thread. 

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11 hours ago, Curt McGirt said:

Woke up with this in my head. I blame somebody posting that Tweet from Dolly in the Shine On thread. 

Probably the only Dolly song I really like, but it's a damn good one.  

For me, it's been Tom Russell for weeks.  Either The Death of Jimmy Martin or this:

 

Panco Villa crossed the border in the year of ought sixteen
The people of Columbus still hear him riding through their dreams
He killed seventeen civilians you could hear the women scream
Blackjack Pershing on a dancing horse was waiting in the wings
 
Tonight we ride, tonight we ride
We'll skin ole Pancho Villa, make chaps out of his hide
Shoot his horse, Siete Leguas, and his twenty-seven bride
Tonight we ride, tonight we ride
 
We rode for three long years till Blackjack Pershing called it quits
When Jackie wasn't lookin' I stole his fine spade bit
It was tied upon his stallion, so I rode away on it
To the wild Chihuahuan desert, so dry you couldn't spit
 
Tonight we ride, you bastards dare
We'll kill the wild Apache for the bounty on his hair
Then we'll ride into Durango, climb up the whorehouse stairs
Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride
 
When I'm too damn old to sit a horse, I'll steal the warden's car
Break my ass out of this prison, leave my teeth there in a jar
You don't need no teeth for kissin' gals or smokin' cheap cigars
I'll sleep with one eye open, 'neath God's celestial stars
 
Tonight we rock, Tonight we roll
We'll rob the Juarez liquor store for the Reposado Gold
And if we drink ourselves to death, ain't that the cowboy way to go?
Tonight we ride, tonight we ride
 
Tonight we fly, we're headin' west
Toward the mountains and the ocean where the eagle makes his nest
If our bones bleach on the desert, we'll consider we are blessed
Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride
Tonight we ride, tonight we ride.
 

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Posted (edited)

I ended up down a turn of the 80s French New Wave hole and this is pretty fantastic:

The riff will stick with you

Edited by Matt D

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Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you

Lock the door, switch the light
You'll be so afraid tonight
Hide away from the bad
Count the nine lives that you had

Start to scream, shout for help
There is no one by your side
To forget what is done
Seems so hard to carry on

Luck is false, that it's near
Bring yourself to understand
It's your fate or what's cast
Point a finger at yourself

Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you

Lock your door, switch the light
You'll be so afraid tonight
Hide away from the bad
Count the nine lives that you had

Start to scream, shout for help
There is no one by your side
To forget what is done
Seems so hard to carry on
Seems so hard to carry on
Carry on

Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you
Death walks behind you

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Well, now me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens, winnin' all them pots

My luck was so good, I could do no wrong
I just kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones
And finally they just threw up their hands and said
"When you hot, you hot", I said, "Yeah"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
Put all the money in an' let's roll 'em again
When you're hot, you're hot

La la la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot

Well, now every time I rolled them dice I'd win
And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again
When I heard somethin' behind me
I turned around and there was a big old cop

He said "Hello, boys", and then he gave us a grin an' said
"Look like I'm gonna hafta haul you all in
An' keep all that money for evidence"
I said, "Well, son when you hot, you hot", he said, "Yeah"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
You can 'splain it all down at City Hall
I say, yeah, when you're hot, you're hot

La la la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot

Well, when he took us into court, I couldn't believe my eyes
The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized
I said, "Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal
I'll pay ya that hundred I owe ya, if you'll get me outta this spot"

So he gave my friends a little fine to pay
He turned around an' grinned at me an' said
"Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot"
An' I said, "Thanks a lot"

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me
He said, "Well, when you're hot, you're hot"

I said, "Well, I'll tell ya one thing, judge, old buddy, old pal
If you wasn't wearin' that black robe
I'd take out in back of this courthouse
And I'd try a little bit of your honor on"

"You understand that, you hillbilly?
Who gonna collect my welfare?
Pay for my Cadillac?
Whadda you mean 'Contempt of Court'?
Judge, oh, judge, judgie poo"

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