Originally posted by Churchill
Close, THE HIGH CHAPARRAL. 
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I dont remeber that interpretation of 'Thiiiiiiings can only get beetttttttttterrrrrrrrr'.
Maybe they forgot the people being slaughtered in the video. It seemed to also lack cross-hairs and cries of 'awesome' and 'hell, yeah'.Leave a comment:
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What about "People = sh1t" by that group, er, lots of drummers and horror masks, and boiler suits, er...Originally posted by mcquiggd
I think it's about Labour voters.Leave a comment:
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A song for all contractors....
"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the p ricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the p ricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him."
Song can heard hereLeave a comment:
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I quite like Johnny Cash' s 'When The Man Comes Around'.. I think its about the Customs and Excise....Leave a comment:
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I'm sort of geussing here. Johny Cash??
I do love this stream of consciousness stuff. Somebody has a thing on the brain and says hey I'll tell others! And generally everyone thinks, what the F* is he on about? because of course they have other things on the brain and it is like chaos theory or turbulent motion, but one fateful day in the scheme of things, for no probability is infinite, there will a meshing and with the meshing will come a locking and we will all go onwards into the unending future with but one thought on our minds "Saved all your kisses for me, save all your kisses for me.."Leave a comment:
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Wa....Heyyyyyy!!! I've found it!!!!
Oh, Johnny Rondo and his son
Both headin’ west without a gun.
Our Johnny vowed he’d kill no more.
Hey, what you gonna do when they challenge you
Without your guns, Johnny Rondo?
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen holes in sixteen souls from the guns of Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen holes in sixteen souls from the guns of Johnny Rondo.
They rode the hills, the Brothers Tate,
Released from jail all filled with hate.
Our Johnny shot their brother, Joe.
Hey, what you gonna do when they challenge you, Johnny Rondo?
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Hey, what you gonna do when they find you without your guns, poor Johnny Rondo?
A man has time to dream and when he’s done his job
He get’s to thinkin’ of a past, of a lynching mob.
He thinks of a boy ‘bout when he was just half his age,
Of a circuit judge, a prison, and a cold, cold, cold, cold cage.
The Brothers swore to track him down
And so they rode from town to town,
Over mountains high, through valleys low.
Hey, what you gonna do when they face you
Without your guns, oh Johnny Rondo?
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen holes in sixteen souls from the guns of Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen holes in sixteen souls from the guns of Johnny Rondo.
A girl named Mary Ann came into Johnny’s life.
They fell in love. They were wed and were man and wife.
Though she knew the life he led, he didn’t know in town
A gunman’s bullet meant for him would shoot sweet Mary Ann down.
In Tubac town they found a guy.
They asked if Johnny had been by.
They threatened poor old Amos Brill.
So what you gonna do? Better tell them the truth
Or you’ll end up on top of Boot Hill.
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo
Hey, what you gonna do when they face you without your guns, oh Johnny Rondo?
It all began the day big Vince McGrawly came
And put young Johnny Rondo’s mom to an awful shame.
Though a half-grown boy, one night poor Johnny rode to town
And for the first time killed a man when he shot McGrawly down.
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
When you fool with lust, you bite the dust from the guns of Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen holes in sixteen souls from the guns of Johnny Rondo.
The brothers rode to Tucson fast.
They crossed the desert wide and vast.
Tho Johnny vowed to kill no more
Hey, what you gonna do when they challenge you
Without your guns, Johnny Rondo?
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Will you wear a gun or start to run when they all come? Poor Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
That was long ago. Are your hands too slow to beat draw, Johnny Rondo?
When Johnny faced the Brothers Tate
He wore his guns and tempted fate.
Our Johnny vowed he’d kill no more
And like he said no blood was shed
When he beat Jed to the draw
Yes, like he said no blood was shed from the cold steel lead of Johnny Rondo.
A man has time to dream and when he’s done his job
He get’s to thinkin of a past, of a lynching mob.
He thinks of a boy ‘bout when he was just half his age,
Of a circuit judge, a prison and a cold, cold, cold, cold cage.
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Now it’s over and done. You don’t need a gun.
You’re headin’ west with your son, Johnny Rondo.
Sixteen tried and sixteen died at the hands of Johnny Rondo.
Now it’s over and done. You don’t need a gun.
You’re headin’ west with your son, Johnny Rondo.
Johnny Rondo! Johnny Rondo!
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