Resonant Lyrics

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    Let's Get Lifted - John Legend
    Oh oh oh oh

    I've got something new when it hits you won't know what to do
    Relax let me move you
    Don't resist it's in the air, just one taste will take you there
    Let it flow right through you
    I know you getting tired of the same ol' thing
    But imma break the rules gonna change the game
    You'll be screamin' my name
    I'mma take you places you've never seen
    You couldn't picture this in your wildest dream
    Don't fear 'cause you're here with me

    Let's get lifted, lifted
    Ooh Im gonna get you high
    Im really gonna blow your mind
    We'll get lifted, lifted
    You're gonna feel it in your soul
    And baby you will lose control
    We'll get lifted, high

    Once you take a hit of this
    You won't ever want to quit, you'll be so addicted
    Gonna have you spinnin' 'round and 'round
    Goin' crazy making freaky sounds
    You won't want to come down
    Then i'll have you seeing things and hallucinatin'
    Even walking funny 'cause you legs are shakin'
    All night we'll be blazin'
    Oh i'll take you for a walk to the other side
    We can get high and enjoy the ride
    Hold tight we'll be alright

    We'll get lifted, lifted
    Oh im gonna get you high
    Im really gonna blow your mind
    We'll get lifted, lifted
    You're gonna feel it in your soul
    And baby you will lose control
    We'll get lifted, high

    Come on and go with me
    (There's so much I want to show you, i'll take you high)
    Hey i'll take you there, come on let me take you there
    I will show you
    (So much I want to show you, i'll take you high)
    Oh oh oh, i'll take you there
    Come on let me take you there
    I will show you
    (So much I want to show you, i'll take you high)
    I'll take you there, come on let me take you there
    So much I want to show you, i'll take you high

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  2. Never been a fan of John Lennon, always seemed a bit of a druged up hippy to me and you've just proved it.
     
  3. But this isn't John Lennon, though it is equally as shyte..
     
  4. the point of this thread is?
     
  5. Nah, this is more like the lyrics for this site:

    Gentlemen Soldier:

    It's of a gentleman soldier
    as sentry he did stand
    He saluted a fair maiden
    by a waiving of his hand
    So then he boldly kissed her
    and he passed it off as a joke
    He drilled her up in the sentry box
    wrapped up in a soldier's cloke

    And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
    And the fifes they loudly play
    Fare you well Polly my dear
    I must be going away

    All night they tossed and tumbled
    till the daylight did appear
    The soldier rose, put on his clothes,
    saying, Fare you well my dear
    For the drums they are a beating
    and the fifes they so sweetly play
    If it weren't for that Polly my dear
    with you I'd gladly stay

    And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
    And the fifes they loudly play
    Fare you well Polly my dear
    I must be going away

    Now come you gentleman soldier,
    won't you marry me?
    Oh no my dearest Polly
    such things can never be
    for I've a wife already
    children I have three
    Two wives are allowed in the army
    but one's too many for me

    And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
    And the fifes they loudly play
    Fare you well Polly my dear
    I must be going away

    If anyone comes a courting you,
    you can treat them to a glass
    If anyone comes a courting you,
    you can say you're a country lass
    You needn't ever tell them,
    nor pass it off as a joke
    That you got drilled in a sentry box
    wrapped up in a soldier's cloke

    And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
    And the fifes they loudly play
    Fare you well Polly my dear
    I must be going away

    Oh it's come my gentleman soldier,
    why didn't you tell me so? My parents will be angy
    when this they come to know When nine months had been and gone
    the poor girl she brought shame
    She had a little militia boy
    and she didn't know his name

    And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
    And the fifes they loudly play
    Fare you well Polly my dear
    I must be going away

    The Pogues, Rum Sodomy and the Lash
     
  6. Seeing as its Sunday, How about a good old Macc Lads tune??


    Sunday evening I was bored watching God-sh1t,
    Couldn't reach remote control, so I had to watch it,
    One eye on Harry Secombe, the other's on the clock,
    Five to seven every Sunday we do the Alehouse Rock
    Put your left foot on the rail, put your right hand on your ale,
    Stand still 'til eleven o'clock, you're doing the Alehouse Rock

    Lift the pint in your right hand and tip your head back,
    With your left hand wipe the froth off your moustache,
    Suck your belly in when you spot fit crack,
    Keep your distance in the bogs, and watch the splash back,
    When you've finished breaking wind, shout: 'Better out than in,'
    Hide the p1ss stain round your c0ck, you're doing the Alehouse Rock

    In Dundee or in Dunbar, flop your stomach on the bar, shout:
    'Fcuk off, ginger Jocks!'
    You're the alehouse rock.

    Down another pint and light an Embassy,
    Save up all the coupons for a lung machine,
    Tap your cowboy boot along to Slade on the jukebox,
    Slap the barmaid's arrse, you're doing the Alehouse Rock
     
  7. AlienFTM

    AlienFTM LE Book Reviewer

    First thing to cross my mind on spotting this thread was Time by Pink Floyd.

    ("Resonant because ...?" Ed)

    Summer of 78 our Troop went adventure training to Andorra. I'd bought Dark Side of the Moon the previous week and we were getting through a lot of batteries sat in the back of a Landrover with DSOTM booming out of a ghetto blaster as we drove through France.

    We passed under the Rhone near Lyons about 0200 with a new set of batteries in. The effect of the strains of Mr Gilmour's strat coming back off the tunnel walls was even more resonant than usual.

    Maybe you had to be there.
     
  8. Working Class Hero
    by John Lennon

    As soon as you're born they make you feel small
    By giving you no time instead of it all
    Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
    They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
    Till you're so fecking crazy you can't follow their rules
    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
    Then they expect you to pick a career
    When you can't really function you're so full of fear
    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
    And you think you're so clever and class less and free
    But you're still fecking peasants as far as I can see
    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    There's room at the top they are telling you still
    But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
    If you want to be like the folks on the hill
    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be
    If you want to be a hero well just follow me
    If you want to be a hero well just follow me