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don't let me be misunderstood

Dont Let Me Be Misunderstood

Baby, do you understand me now?
Sometimes I feel a little mad
But, don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad

'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood


If I seem edgy
I want you to know
That I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I got my share
And that's one thing I never meant to do
'Cause I love you

Baby, don't you know I'm just human
And I've got thoughts like any other one
And sometimes I find myself, oh Lord, regretting
Some foolish thing, some foolish thing I've done

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, don't let me be misunderstood


Oh Lord, don't let me be misunderstood
Don't let me be, don't let me be misunderstood


Baby, don't you know I'm just human
And I've got thoughts like any other one
And sometimes I find myself, oh Lord, regretting
Some foolish thing, some foolish thing I've done

'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood


OhLord,please don't let me be misunderstood
Don't let me be, don't let me be misunderstood


Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that, all I have to do is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side

'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Whiskey in the Jar

Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar

Willin’

Willin’
Lowell George

I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin' , willin' , willin' , willin'
Out on the road late at night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice

I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
and you show me a sign
I'll be willin' , to be movin' I'll be willin' , to be movin'


I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still... willin' , willin'
Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I'm still... willin' , willin' , willin' , willin' , willin'

And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
and you show me a sign
I'll be willin' , to be movin', I'll be willin' , to be movin'

Suspicious Minds

Suspicious Minds



We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

We can't go on together
With Suspicious Minds , Suspicious Minds
And we can't build our dreams
On Suspicious Minds


So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real I'm crying

We can't go on together
WithSuspicious Minds
And be can't build our dreams
On Suspicious Minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die
When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah

We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby

To Love Somebody

To Love Somebody

There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be lived with you
Lived with you
There's a way everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring
If I ain't got you, ain't got?

You don't know what it's like, baby
You don't know what it's like
To Love Somebody
To Love Somebody
To Love Somebody

The way I love you
In my brain
I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind
And I'm blind, so very blind
I'm a man, can't you see
What I am
I live and breathe for you
But what good does it do
If I ain't got you, ain't got ?

Hey Joe

Hey Joe


Hey Joe , where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe , I said where ya goin' with that gun in your hand

I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady now
You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man
Huh, and that ain't to cool

Hey Joe , I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down down
Hey Joe , I heard you shot your lady down
You shot her down to the ground

Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round the town
And I gave her the gun, I shot her

Hey Joe , where you gonna run to now
Where you gonna run to
Hey Joe , I said, where you gonna run to now
Where you, where you gonna go

Well dig it
I'm goin' way down south
Way down Mexico way, alright
I'm goin' way down south
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me
Ain't no hangman gonna find me
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
Hey Joe , you better run on down
Goodbye, everybody

Louie Louie

LouieLouie


Louie Louie ,
me gotta go.
Louie Louie ,
me gotta go.

A fine little girl, she wait for me.
Me catch the ship across the sea.
I sailed the ship all alone.
I never think I'll make it home.

Louie Louie ,
me gotta go.

Three nights and days we sailed the sea.
Me think of girl constantly.
On the ship, I dream she there.
I smell the rose in her hair.

Louie Louie ,
me gotta go.

Me see Jamaican moon above.
It won't be long me see me love.
Me take her in my arms and then
I tell her I never leave again.

Louie Louie ,
me gotta go. Louie Louie

Johnny B Goode

Johnny B Goode

Deep down Louisiana
close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin
made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy
named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned
to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar
just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode
Johnny B. Goode
Johnny B Goode

Johnny B Goode
Go J. Go J. Go J.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineerswould see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode
Go J.
Go Johnny Go Go Johnny Go

ROBBER FAMILY

Were A Happy Family

We're a happy family
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
Me mom and daddy.

OggysoN


Siting here in Queens
Eating refried beans
We're in all the magazines
Gulpin' down thorazines.



We ain't got no friends
Our troubles never end
No Christmas cards to send
Daddy likes men.



Daddy's telling lies
Baby's eating flies
Mommy's on pills
Baby's got the chills.



I'm friends with the President
I'm friends with the Pope
We're all making a fortune
Sellingd Daddy's dope.

Uff!!!

BJOR

Ţađ stendur í lögum.
Ţađ stendur hér.
Ađ ţeir eigi ađ hafa vit fyrir mér.
Ţeir slefa út rćđum.
Ţeir jarma í kór.
Ţeir segja ađ ég verđi slćmur af bjór.
Finnst ţeim pillur betri en bjór?
Mér finnst meira en nóg...
Nćst klippa ţeir glösin mín
svo ég geti ekki drukkiđ eins stíft.
Finnst ţeim ţynnir betri en bjór?
Mér finnst komiđ nóg.
Nćst mćla ţeir magniđ á mann
svo ţeir finni strax stimpil á hann.
Finnst ţeim límiđ betra en bjór?
Mér finnst meira en nóg...
Nćst gera ţeir Ríkiđ ađ bar
svo ég verđi ađ hella í mig ţar.
Finnst ţeim pillur betri en bjór?
Mér finnst komiđ nóg..
Ţeir segja ađ ég hafi vit til ađ velja ţá
en ég hafi ekki vit til ţess ađ hafa vit fyrir mér.
Frćbbblarnir

GULL
GullTexti: Valgarđur Guđjónsson
Viđ sitjum niđursokkin í allt fals
er nýaldarrugliđ kom til tals.
Ađ mestu heimska og fikt ţá segir ein
en varla gerir nokkrum mein.
Ţór hafđi heyrt um opinn miđilsfund
sem lýsti upp međ smalahund.
En Helgi segist eitt sinni hafa hitt
fólk sem hafđi misst allt sitt.
Ţeir vita um ţig en vissir ţú.
Gull bóna ţeir nú.
Viđ sátum nokkur ţar međ allt til alls
er nýaldarrugliđ kom til tals.
Ađ mestu saklaust fikt ţar sagđi ein
sem varla gerir nokkrum mein.
En Helgi hafđi hátt og nefndi kalt
dćmi um fólk sem missti hafđi allt.
Örn sagđist hafa setiđ miđilsfund
og séđ afturgenginn smalahund.

Hay Ho,Let's Go!!!

I WANNA BE SEDATED


Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go....
Just put me in a wheelchair and put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated

Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-o I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go...
Just put me in a wheelchair...
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated

I WANNA BE SEDATED

TokiiiiiO

Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra
Sesame Street song

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Discography
SkaradA

Williams

HANK W III

Dick In Dixie

Well some say I'm not country
and that's just fine with me
'Cause I don't wanna be country
with some faggot looking over at me
They say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

So I'm here to put the "dick" in Dixie
and the "cunt" back in country
'Cause the kind of country I hear now days
is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
They say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

Well we're losing all the outlaws
that had to stand their ground
and they're being replaced by these kids
from a manufactured town
And they don't have no idea
about sorrow and woe
'Cause they're all just too damn busy
kissin' ass on Music Row

So I'm here to put the "dick" in Dixie
and the "cunt" back in country
'Cause the kind of country I hear nowdays
is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
And they say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

And if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

LIVE HANK





CASUALTY TV



Little Bit Of Smoke


Well I ain't got no money but I'm doin' fine
I'm just a hillbilly hellraiser killin' time
looking for a gal about five-foot-ten
and I wanna take her down that road of sin

Drinkin' and druggin' and having fun
I like to carry 'round my loaded shotgun
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time
I've got a little bit of smoke and a whole lotta wine

Well we're gonna have good time saturday night
even though my gal left me for that other guy
She broke my heart and she killed my soul
cause she didn't want her boyfriend to rock-n-roll(?)

Never thought that gal of mine
would ever leave me hanging for a new kind of guy
Then I saw she was just the thing
so I'm sitting here drinkin' by the old cow-gate(?)

Well I ain't got no money but I'm doin' fine
I'm just a hillbilly hellraiser killin' time
looking for a gal about five-foot-ten
and I'm gonna take her down that road of sin

Drinkin' and druggin' and having fun
I like to carry 'round my loaded shotgun
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time
I've got a little bit of smoke and a whole lotta wine

I've got a little bit of smoke and a whole lotta wine

Whiskey, Weed and Women

As I watch the sun
set slowly I hold back the tears
And I can't help but wonder
why the lord had to put me here

Caused I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
Cause the whiskey weed and women
had the upper hand

Livin' lonely
is the life that I been livin'
I got drunk
the day my paw went to prison
And when my mama died
I just didn't care about livin'
And I drank myself blind
just tryin' to find a good reason

And I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
Cause the whiskey weed and women
have the upper hand

Yeah the whiskey weed and women
have the upper hand,
hand,
hand

I Shall Be Released

They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.

I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Roll Another Number

It's too dark
to put the keys
in my ignition,
And the mornin' sun is yet
to climb my hood ornament.
But before too long I might
see those flashing red lights
Look out, mama,
'cause I'm comin' home tonight.

Think I'll
roll another number
for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet
aren't on the ground,
I been standin' on the sound
Of some open-hearted people
goin' down.

I'm not goin' back
to Woodstock for a while,
Though I long to hear
that lonesome hippie smile.
I'm a million miles away
from that helicopter day
No, I don't believe
I'll be goin' back that way.

Think I'll
roll another number
for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet
aren't on the ground,
I been standin' on the sound
Of some open-hearted people
goin' down.

NY

NEW YORK - Neil Young was treated for a brain aneurysm this week and remains hospitalized, although doctors expect a full recovery, his publicist said Friday.

The 59-year-old rocker underwent a procedure to treat it Tuesday night at a New York hospital, where he was expected to remain for a few more days, publicist Bob Merlis told The Associated Press.
Dr. Pierre Gobin, who performed the procedure with another doctor, said: "Mr. Young had a dangerous brain aneurysm and was treated successfully by the minimally invasive neuroradiology team here. He is now resting comfortably ... but we strongly recommend that he not travel for several days."

Young said. "Thanks to my doctors, I'm feeling a lot better now so I hope I can get a rain check."
The aneurysm was discovered when Young's vision became blurry after attending the March 14 induction ceremonies for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Merlis said. An examination by a neurologist detected the aneurysm and the procedure was scheduled.
The veteran rocker is expected to resume normal activities soon. But for now, Merlis said, "He's got to take it easy."

Neil Young Hospitalized for Brain Aneurysm

YOUNG.COM
Revered rock icon Neil Young is in a New York hospital tonight after suffering a brain aneurysm. Fortunately, having undergone minimally invasive neuroradiology on Tuesday, the prognosis is good. According a statement from Young's agent, Bob Merlis, the procedure "corrected the problem and has been characterized as a complete success with a total recovery. And resumption of normal activities by the 59-year-old rock legend is predicted for the near future." In the meantime, Young is resting up.
The first signs of trouble came on March 14, after a performance with the Pretenders at New York's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, when Young began experiencing visual field disturbances. Shortly thereafter, he was given an MRI scan, which revealed a blood vessel had burst in his brain. Surgery was scheduled for this week. Young passed the time between the diagnosis and procedure recording in a Nashville studio.

Weill Cornell Medical Center's Dr. Pierre Gobin, who, with assistance from another doctor, performed the procedure, said Young "is now resting comfortably... but we strongly recommend that he not travel for several days." It's advice Young has taken to heart: He's cancelled an appearance he was scheduled to make this Sunday at Canada's Juno Awards in order to allow himself adequate time to fully recover. "I grew up [in Winnipeg] and was really looking forward to the show as well as spending some time with my old friends and family," said Young in a press statement. "Thanks to my doctors, I'm feeling a lot better now, so I hope I can get a rain check."

Melanie Berry, president of the Canadian Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences, sends her condolences: "Our thoughts are with Mr. Young tonight as he recuperates in New York," she said. "Of course, we are disappointed that he is unable to attend Sunday's Juno Awards; however, I know I speak on behalf of our broadcast partner CTV and our production partner Insight Productions in our wish for his full and speedy recovery."

Iko Iko

(James 'Sugarboy' Crawford)
Hey now, Hey now,
Iko Iko ah-nay
Joc-a-mo-fee-no-ah-nah-nay
Joc-a-mo-fee-nah-nay
My spy boy to your spy boy,
They were sittin' along the bayou,
My spy boy to your spy boy,
I'm gonna set your tail on fire.

Hey now, Hey now,
Iko Iko ah-nay
Joc-a-mo-fee-no-ah-nah-nay
Joc-a-mo-fee-nah-nay
My Grandma to your Grandpa
Sittin on' the bayou
My Grandma to your Grandpa
Gonna fix your chicken wire

Iko Iko

Grateful Iko

Six Feet

Six Feet of Snow-Little Feat

Six feet of snow comin' through my radio
It's rainin' in stilettos from here clear down to Mexico
My hands they're numb from hangin' on that
Steering wheel

They're frozen tight, hope the wind
Don't blow me off the road tonight
Don't you know the ice and snow
Is sneakin' in through my windows
Don't you know how much I hate to
Be so cold and so alone
I'm comin' home

If it wasn't for the lines that wind side by side
I'd be lying next to her, next to her tonight

Sweet New Orleans, that's where my girl
She waits for me
Hair so long and eyes so green
She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen

Don't you know the ice and snow
Is sneakin' through this boy's window
Don't you know how much I hate to
Be so cold and so alone
I'm comin' home

If it wasn't for the lines that wind side by side
I'd be lying next to her, next to her tonight