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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#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
 

AlienFTM

MIA
Book Reviewer
#7
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.
 
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#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
 

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