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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on May 23, 2007 23:05:58 GMT -5
Madonna
Como puede ser verdad How could it be true?
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song A young girl with eyes like the desert It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita And when the samba played The sun would set so high Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby
I fell in love with San Pedro Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me Te dijo te amo I prayed that the days would last They went so fast
He told you, "I love you"
Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita
I want to be where the sun warms the sky When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by Beautiful faces, no cares in this world Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves a girl
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita
Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita
La la la la la la la Te dijo te amo La la la la la la la El dijo que te ama
He told you, "I love you"
He said he loves you
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Post by liriodendron on May 24, 2007 18:10:11 GMT -5
I am stumped on "siesta", Thomas. May I buy a vowel?
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on May 24, 2007 21:10:09 GMT -5
I am stumped on "siesta", Thomas. May I buy a vowel? Try Danny Kaye, Elvis Presley, George Strait, or Faith No More...
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Post by slb2 on May 24, 2007 23:38:52 GMT -5
I used Thomas' hint and ended up googling the stumper-word and Elvis. Not as much fun, but I was getting no where with my mental review of South Pacific and Doris Day songs.
(Words & music by Ben Weisman - Sid Wayne) Acapulco, sleeping in the bay Acapulco, wake up and greet the day Time to tell the guitars and sleepy-eyed stars To be on their way It's such a beautiful morning, for a holiday
Hey now come on, you old sleepy head See the sky turning red, and you're still in BED It's fun in Acapulco
Acapulco, look here comes the sun Acapulco, it's a day for fun I can't wait till I meet your sweet senoritas Kiss everyone This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun
I can't wait till I meet your sweet senoritas Kiss everyone This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun
...this is no time for siesta...this is time for fun...
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Post by SeattleDan on May 25, 2007 0:06:11 GMT -5
ah, a chance to use a Weill/Brecht song!
Artist - Kurt Weill Album - Threepenny Opera Lyrics - Tango-ballad
Tango -Ballad There was a time, and now it's all gone by When we two lived together, she and I The way we were, was just the way to be I cared for her, and she took care of me And that arrangement seemed to work perfectly The milkman rang the bell, I got out of bed I opened up her purse, paid him what he said I had a glass of milk, and back in bed I'd climb You understand she was out working all the time And so we lived, me and my little mouse In that snug two by four where we kept house
That was a time, and now it's all gone by When we were poor but happy, he and I But when the day would bring no job to me He'd curse and say how lazy can you be I'll let him huff and puff I've worked long enoguh But when he drank too much, I'd get kinda grim And shout the house down how I stood a clown like him And then he'd turn around and try to bite my arm And I would kick him in the teeth, meaning no harm It was so SWEET to be his little spouse In that foul two by four where played house
Oh happy time and now it's all gone by Until we quit each other, you and I You stayed in bed all day and don't you smirk You know we said that you'd do all the work Now sleep's for the night they say It ain't bad by day So then I had my fill, swore I wouldn't stir It looked like soon I would be taking care of her You'd think a woman had a right to have one gripe You left me flat. Well I just ain't the working type We locked the door and each commenced to roam Goodbye sweet two by four that we called home
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Post by slb2 on May 25, 2007 0:26:25 GMT -5
This is a good one by the Weavers. I love the way he sings it, but I forget his name. Well, when I was a young man never been kissed I got to thinkin' it over how much I had missed So I got me a girl and I kissed her and then, and then Oh, lordy, well I kissed 'er again
CHORUS Because she had kisses sweeter than wine She had, mmm, mmm, kisses sweeter than wine (Sweeter than wine)
Well I asked her to marry and to be my sweet wife I told her we'd be so happy for the rest of our life I begged and I pleaded like a natural man And then, whoops oh lordy, well she gave me her hand
CHORUS
Well we worked very hard both me and my wife Workin' hand-in-hand to have a good life We had corn in the field and wheat in the bin And then, whoops oh lord, I was the father of twins
CHORUS
Well our children they numbered just about four And they all had a sweetheart a'knockin' on the door They all got married and they wouldn't hesitate I was, whoops oh lord, the GRANDFATHER of eight
CHORUS
Well now that I'm old and I'm a'ready to go I get to thinkin' what happened a long time ago Had a lot of kids, a lot of trouble and pain But then, whoops oh lordy, well I'd do it all again
Because she had kisses sweeter than wine She had, mmm…kisses…sweeter…than…wine
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Post by slb2 on May 25, 2007 0:29:13 GMT -5
Oh phooey! I posted this song with sweet in my head, but sweeter in the lyrics.
Forgive me, danno?
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Post by SeattleDan on May 25, 2007 0:48:46 GMT -5
slb, it's a Hudie Ledbetter song, how could I complain? Let's go with it and make grandfather our word. But your reply made me think of one of Richard Rodgers last great songs, where he wrote both words an lyrics, for the musical "No Strings", produced in 1962 which featured an interracial relationship between Richard Kiley and Diahann Carroll. And truly a great late work by his genius:
( The ) Sweetest Sounds The sweetest sounds I’ll ever hear, Are still inside my head! The kindest words I’ll ever know, Are waiting to be said! The most entrancing sight of all, Is yet for me to see! And the dearest love in all the world, Is waiting somewhere for me, Is waiting somewhere, Somewhere for me! And the dearest love in all the world, Is waiting somewhere for me, Is waiting somewhere, Somewhere for me!
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Post by slb2 on May 25, 2007 0:57:21 GMT -5
Yer an easy one, danno. Sometimes I like 'em that way, too. The Weavers covered this song by Ledbetter? Okay. Or was Hudie a composer, but not a singer? Back then, the jobs seemed to more often separated than they are now.
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Post by SeattleDan on May 25, 2007 1:02:17 GMT -5
yeah, I'm pretty sure Leadbelly wrote it, just as he wrote the other great Weavers hit, Goodnight Irene:
Last Saturday night, I got married, me and my wife settled down Now me and my wife are parted, I'm gonna take another stroll downtown
Sometimes I live in the country, sometimes I live in town Sometimes I take a great notion, to jump into the river and drown
I love Irene, God knows I do, I'll love her till the seas run dry But if Irene should turn me down, I'd take the morphine and die
Stop rambling, stop your gambling, stop staying out late at night Go home to your wife and your family, stay there by your fireside bright
I think you all know the refrain.
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Post by booklady on May 28, 2007 16:18:01 GMT -5
What is the word we are lookin' for?
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Post by slb2 on May 28, 2007 17:23:28 GMT -5
GRANDFATHER
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Post by booklady on May 28, 2007 18:56:23 GMT -5
I think I can do that one.
My grandfather's clock Was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor; It was taller by half Than the old man himself, Though it weighed not a pennyweight more. It was bought on the morn Of the day that he was born, And was always his treasure and pride; But it stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died.
CHORUS: Ninety years without slumbering, Tick, tock, tick, tock, His life seconds numbering, Tick, tock, tick, tock, It stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died.
In watching its PENDULUM Swing to and fro, Many hours had he spent while a boy; And in childhood and manhood The clock seemed to know, And to share both his grief and his joy. For it struck twenty-four When he entered at the door, With a blooming and beautiful bride; But it stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died. CHORUS
My grandfather said That of those he could hire, Not a servant so faithful he found; For it wasted no time, And had but one desire, At the close of each week to be wound. And it kept in its place, Not a frown upon its face, And its hand never hung by its side. But it stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died. CHORUS
It rang an alarm In the dead of the night, An alarm that for years had been dumb; And we knew that his spirit Was pluming his flight, That his hour of departure had come. Still the clock kept the time, With a soft and muffled chime, As we silently stood by his side. But it stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died.
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Post by slb2 on May 29, 2007 0:20:52 GMT -5
pssstt, books, some of us like to play this game for fun, not blood.
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Post by Gracie on May 29, 2007 18:57:05 GMT -5
I think I can do that one. My grandfather's clock Was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor; It was taller by half Than the old man himself, Though it weighed not a pennyweight more. It was bought on the morn Of the day that he was born, And was always his treasure and pride; But it stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died. CHORUS: Ninety years without slumbering, Tick, tock, tick, tock, His life seconds numbering, Tick, tock, tick, tock, It stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died. In watching its PENDULUM Swing to and fro, Many hours had he spent while a boy; And in childhood and manhood The clock seemed to know, And to share both his grief and his joy. For it struck twenty-four When he entered at the door, With a blooming and beautiful bride; But it stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died. CHORUS My grandfather said That of those he could hire, Not a servant so faithful he found; For it wasted no time, And had but one desire, At the close of each week to be wound. And it kept in its place, Not a frown upon its face, And its hand never hung by its side. But it stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died. CHORUS It rang an alarm In the dead of the night, An alarm that for years had been dumb; And we knew that his spirit Was pluming his flight, That his hour of departure had come. Still the clock kept the time, With a soft and muffled chime, As we silently stood by his side. But it stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died. Ahh, piece-o-cake.... England swings like a pendulum do, Bobbies on bicycles, two by two, Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben, The rosy red cheeks of the little children. Now, if you huff and puff and you fin'lly save enough Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea, Take a tip before you take your trip; let me tell you where to go, Go to Eng-a-land, Ohhhhhhhhhhh.... Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache, Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass, Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain, Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes... How's that?
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Post by booklady on May 29, 2007 19:34:13 GMT -5
I knew it all the time, Gracie.
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Post by slb2 on May 30, 2007 0:54:52 GMT -5
frolic?? Where do you folks learn these songs? Saloons? At the knees of dirty old men?
And what an image I now have, a frolicsome pendulum, bobbing back and forth...back and forth...
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on May 30, 2007 1:32:28 GMT -5
Brahms' Lullaby would work too, but this was too good to pass up (since it's almost June)...
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, We're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland.
Gone away is the bluebird, Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song, As we go along, Walking in a winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman, Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married? We'll say: No man, But you can do the job When you're in town.
Later on, we'll conspire, As we dream by the fire To face unafraid, The plans that we've made, Walking in a winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman, And pretend that he's a circus clown We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman, Until the alligators knock him down.
When it snows, ain't it thrilling, Though your nose gets a chilling We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way, Walking in a winter wonderland.
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Post by slb2 on May 30, 2007 1:39:24 GMT -5
Feel Flow a beach boys number
Unfolding enveloping missiles of soul Recall senses sadly Mirage like soft blue like lanterns below To light the way gladly Whether whistling heavens clouds disappear Where the wind withers memory Whether whiteness whisks soft shadows away Feel flows (white hot glistening shadowy flows) Feel goes (black hot glistening shadowy flows)
Unbending never ending tablets of time Record all the yearning Unfearing all appearing message divine Eases the BURNING Whether willing witness waits at my mind Whether hope dampens memory Whether wondrous will stands tall at my side Feel flows (white hot glistening shadowy flows) Feel goes (black hot glistening shadowy flows)
Encasing all embracing wreath of repose Engulfs all the senses Imposing, unclosing thoughts that compose Retire the fences Whether wholly heartened life fades away Whether harps heal the memory Whether wholly heartened life fades away Whether wondrous will stands tall at my side Whether whiteness whisks soft shadows away Feel goes (white hot glistening shadowy flows) Feel flows (black hot glistening shadowy flows) Feel goes (white hot glistening shadowy flows) Feelings to grow (white hot glistening shadowy flows)
White hot glistening shadowy flows White hot glistening shadowy flows White hot glistening shadowy flows
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on May 30, 2007 1:45:40 GMT -5
Okay. We're gonna play. I lay down some lyrics. You find another song containing the same word as the one I put in CAPITAL letters. Then in your lyrics, capitalize a different word. And the thread continues... (Sort of like this thread. But they don't necessarily follow the rules (CAPITAL or bold words)). Let's follow the rules - one point for every word you get (keep your own score) - AND if you post a song that has the same PHRASE (like the words preceding/following the CAPITALized word, give yourself a point for every word.) It can be any type of song - rock, oldie, folk, standard, even a Christmas carol or hymn (and, yes, even Dylan) - but something we should all know. (Also, give yourself another point if you post a different song by the same artist/group.) Check that other thread for examples - but don't use it to cheat! You are too original for that! (Also, you know better than to capitalize a word that is not found in any other song!) I'll start: Well, I'm a STANDING on a corner in Winslow, Arizona and such a fine sight to see It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford slowin' down to take a look at me (Eagles) (Follow with another song that has the word "standing" in it, and capitalize a different word in your lyrics. Lets go!) Hey!!! I just realized we came full circle with this one, and it only took us 2 1/2 months: Leave it to Gino Vanelli: As the sun goes down on the arizona plain And the wind whistles by like a runaway train He hey it's a beautiful thing Always me and you in a flatbed truck And my heart kicking up like a whitetail buck Hu huh in the middle of spring You can cut me deep You can cut me down You can cut me loose Don't you know it's okay he he hey You can kick and scream You can slap my face Set my wheels on a high speed chase Oh you, no matter what you do... Wild horses could not drag me away from you Wild horses could not drag me away from you And as the sky falls down from the midnight blue Spittin' like bullets on a hot tin roof He hey it's a beautiful sound Always me and you in a flatbed truck In a foot of red mud just my luck He hey a hundred miles out of town You can call me a fool You can call me blind You can call it quits Can't hear a word they say he he hey Cause if I had you once I'm gonna have you twice I follow my heart is that a good advice Hey you, no matter what you do Wild horses could not drag me away from you Wild horses could not drag me away from you As the sun goes down on the arizona plain And the wind whistles by like a runaway train He hey it's a beautiful thing Wild horses could not drag me away from you Wild horses could not drag me away from you Wild horses could not drag me away from you Wild horses could not drag me away from you (Wild horses) (Wild horses) Could not drag me away from you ...Could not drag me away from you Does the game go on for eternity now?
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Post by slb2 on May 30, 2007 1:56:19 GMT -5
Well I'm stunned. Thomas, Lyric Wizard, is wondering about ending The Game? Hadn't you noticed, Tom, that this particular thread really makes you shine? I wanna play until I can't....
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Post by Brit on May 30, 2007 12:53:15 GMT -5
I like the game. Eternity seems a dreadfully way away to me. Particularly when you are waiting for that darned word to come round again.
Sadly, my time zone is not conducive to participating as much as I would like.
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Post by slb2 on May 30, 2007 15:03:02 GMT -5
Time zone, itma? I play this game in the morning, around 9 o'clock, and then sometimes in the evening, and almost always Thomas and I bounce songs off one another after midnight. What time zone are you in that you can't squeeze into one of these spots? ==================== But back to the game.... Baby, baby, where did you all go? Oh, don't you wanna Play no more? I've been learning, learning, learning more about new songs And I wanna share 'em so's you kin sing along....
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Post by Brit on May 30, 2007 15:29:33 GMT -5
I'm in a world of my own SLB2!
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on May 30, 2007 22:33:32 GMT -5
Well I'm stunned. Thomas, Lyric Wizard, is wondering about ending The Game? Hadn't you noticed, Tom, that this particular thread really makes you shine? I wanna play until I can't.... It's not that I want to end it - I just imagined a leap to hyperspace as the circle was completed, with the songs taking on a life as their own... Didn't you ever see the Matthew Broderick movie "War Games" where the super computer goes berserk once it realizes it can play "Global Thermonuclear War" by itself? It learned that there can be no winners. But I digress. One of my favorite 70s-80s bands: Journey - Castles Burning Jimmy wanted her the moment that she stumbled his way With a cocktail in her hand, she knew how she'd win the game There were beautiful in all the right places She keeps her rendezvous with soup opera faces She started rumors that were driving him crazy He couldn't stop the things they'd say And they live for, passion, love and pain In a rage of jealousy and fame And they watch their dreams go up on flames Castles burning... in the dead of night Castles burning... in the dead of night Wo... burnin'... In the kingdom of pretenders love is not what it seems Jimmy cried and then he punished her No one heard her scream On the outside, it's all crimson and clover On the inside, they know it's over And the band of lawyers that steal the show As they watch their world go up in smoke Castles burning... in the dead of night Castles burning... in the dead of night Wo... burnin'... burnin'... burnin'... burnin'... When we return a story of a five alarm fire Late last night in the prestigious Hollywood hills Where one of the most controversial marriages in the Entertainment industry went up in smoke, arson is suspected It is still under investigation... You know I love you, you know you're my girl, I'd never hurt you... no Castles burning... in the dead of night Castles burning... in the dead of night Burnin'... burnin' All is fair in love and war, but war is hell... In the heart of the night, in the middle of the big bad city
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Post by SeattleDan on May 30, 2007 23:58:52 GMT -5
Thanks, Thomas! A Jagger-Richards compostion, which I don't think we've done before. BTW, when can we expect the Stones on APHC? ) Shattered Shattered, shattered Love and hope and sex and dreams Are still surviving on the street Look at me, I’m in tatters! I’m a shattered Shattered Friends are so alarming My lover’s never charming Life’s just a cocktail party on the street Big apple People dressed in plastic bags Directing traffic Some kind of fashion Shattered Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex Look at me, I’m in tatters I’m a shattered Shattered All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter ’bout Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can’t give it away on 7th avenue This town’s been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered) Work and work for love and sex Ain’t you hungry for success, success, success, success Does it matter? (shattered) does it matter? I’m shattered. Shattered Ahhh, look at me, I’m a shattered I’m a shattered Look at me- I’m a shattered, yeah Pride and joy and greed and sex That’s what makes our town the best Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street And look at me, I’m in tatters, yeah I’ve been battered, what does it matter Does it matter, uh-huh Does it matter, uh-huh, I’m a shattered Don’t you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough! You got rats on the west side Bed bugs uptown What a MESS this town’s in tatters I’ve been shattered My brain’s been battered, splattered all over manhattan Uh-huh, this town’s full of money grabbers Go ahead, bite the big apple, don’t mind the maggots, huh Shadoobie, my brain’s been battered My friends they come around they Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter Pile it up, pile it high on the platter Just be glad I didn't pick shadoobie.
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on May 31, 2007 1:26:40 GMT -5
Ah, you can talk about the beach barbecue The band was jumpin', the people too Ah, mess around They doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around
Ah, everybody was juiced, you can, bet your soul They did the boogie-woogie, with a steady roll They mess around They doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around
Now, ah, when I say stop don't you move a peg When I say go, just ah, shake your leg And do the mess around I declare, do the mess around Yeah do the mess around, Everybody's doin' the mess around
Now let me have it there boy
Now you got it boy
Yeah, ah, mess around, go on mess around
Mess around, boy
Now this band's goin' to play from, 9 to 1 Everybody here's gonna have some fun Doin' the mess around Ah, doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around
Now you see that girl, with that, diamond ring She knows how to, shake that thing Mess around I declare, she can mess around Ah, mess around, Everybody do the mess around
P.S. dand: When they stop rolling?
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Post by slb2 on May 31, 2007 1:46:38 GMT -5
ARTIST: The Andrews Sisters TITLE: Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy Lyrics and Chords
He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
They made him blow a bugle for his UNCLE SAM It really brought him down, because he couldn't jam The Captain seemed to understand Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot He blows it eight to the bar - in boogie rhythm He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar Is playin' with 'im He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle He's as busy as a bzz bee And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
Toot toot toot, toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada, toot toot He blows it eight to the bar He can't blow a note If the bass and guitar isn't with 'im A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night And wakes them up the same way in the early bright They clap their hands and stamp their feet Because they know how he plays When someone gives him a beat He really breaks it up when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
Da-da, da-do-da-da Da-da, da-do-da-da Da-da, da-do-da-da Da-da, da-do-da A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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Post by doctork on May 31, 2007 8:54:09 GMT -5
So now phrases are OK? This will be even more fun!
Yankee Doodle Dandy George M. Cohan
Verse I'm the kid that's all the candy, I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, I'm glad I am, (So's Uncle Sam.) I'm a real live Yankee Doodle, Made my name and fame and boodle, Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony. I love to listen to the Dixie strain, "I long to see the girl I left behind me;" And that ain't a josh, She's a Yankee, by gosh. (Oh, say can you see, Anything about a Yankee that's a phony?)
Chorus I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, A Yankee Doodle, do or die; A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's, Born on the Fourth of July. I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart, She's my Yankee Doodle joy. Yankee Doodle came to London, Just to ride the ponies; I am the Yankee Doodle Boy.
Verse Father's name was Hezikiah, Mother's name was Ann Maria, Yanks through and through. (Red, White and Blue.) Father was so Yankee-hearted, When the Spanish war was started, He slipped on his uniform and hopped upon a pony. My mother's mother was a Yankee true, My father's father was a Yankee too: And that's going some, For the Yankees, by gum. (Oh, say can you see Anything about my pedigree that's phony?)
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on May 31, 2007 12:14:55 GMT -5
James Taylor (there's a good chance he'll be on our Tanglewood show)...
Shall I tell it again how we started as friends Who would run into one another now and again At the yippee cai o or the mesa dupree Or a dozen different everyday places to be
I was loping along living alone We were ever so brave on the telephone Would you care to come down for fireworks time We could each just reach We step out of line
And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land And the feeling of finding ones heart in ones hand And the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing Love must stand Love forever and ever must stand
Unbelievable you, impossible me The fool who fell out of the family tree The fellow that found the philosophers stone Deep underground like a dinosaur bone
Who fell into you at a quarter to two With a tear in your eye for the fourth of july For the patriots and the minutemen And the things you believe they believed in then
Such as freedom, and freedoms land And the kingdom of God and the rights of man With the tiny tin voice of the radio band Singing love must stand Love forever and ever must stand And forever must stand
Oh the smell of the smoke as we lay on the land And the feeling of finding my heart in my hand With the tiny tin voice of the radio band Singing love must stand Love forever and ever must stand
All on the fourth of july On the fourth of july
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