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John W
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« Reply #90 on: 09:55:17, 05-07-2007 »

Is it a sin, Is it a crime
Loving you, dear, like I do?
If it’s a crime then I’m guilty,
Guilty of loving you.

Maybe I’m wrong, dreaming of you
Dreaming the lonely night thru,
If it’s a crime then I’m guilty,
Guilty of dreaming of you.

What can I do, What can I say,
After I’ve taken the blame?
You say you’re thru,
You’ll go your way
But I’ll always feel just the same.

Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong,
Loving you, dear, like I do,
If it’s a crime then I’m guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
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BobbyZ
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« Reply #91 on: 22:10:16, 05-07-2007 »

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If being right means being without you I'd rather live a wrong doin'
life.
Your mama and daddy say it's a shame it's a down right disgrace.
But long as I got you by my side I don't care what your people say.

Your friends tell you it's no future in loving a married man.
If I can't see you when I want I'll see you when I can.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you?
Knowing I got a wife and two little children depending on me too.
And am I wrong to hunger for the gentleness of your touch?
Knowing I got someone else at home who needs me just as much.

And are you wrong to give your love to a married man?
And am I wrong for tryin' to hold on to the best thing I ever had?
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

Are you wrong to give your love to a married man?
And am I wrong for trying to hold on to the best thing I ever had?
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

I don't wanna be right if it means being without you.
I don't wanna be right if it means sleeping at night.
I don't wanna be right if lovin' you is wrong.
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Dreams, schemes and themes
martle
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« Reply #92 on: 22:13:02, 05-07-2007 »

Here he comes lookin' for his baby
It's for sure, sure and not for maybe
Don't ask when will the lucky day be
Here he comes and let him tell you himself:

If I seem to scintillate
It's because I've got a date
A date with a package of
The good things that come with love
You don't have to ask me
I won't waste your time
But if you should ask me
Why I feel sublime
I'm

Steppin' out with my baby
Can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right
It's for sure, not for maybe
That I'm all dressed up tonight

Steppin' out with my honey
Can't be bad to feel so good
Never felt quite so sunny
And I keep on knockin' wood

There'll be smooth sailin' 'cause I'm trimmin' my sails
With a bright shine on my shoes and on my nails
[alternate line: In my top hat and my white tie and my tails]

Steppin' out with my baby
Can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right
Ask me when will the day be
The big day may be tonight
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MabelJane
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When in doubt, wash.


« Reply #93 on: 22:22:18, 05-07-2007 »

My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for me

Baby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me
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martle
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« Reply #94 on: 22:54:36, 05-07-2007 »


MJ - I love that song!  Grin
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time_is_now
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« Reply #95 on: 10:12:45, 06-07-2007 »

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down

Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
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« Reply #96 on: 11:35:38, 06-07-2007 »

I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.
Yeah! all around in my home town,
They're tryin to track me down;
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:

Oh, now, now. oh!
(I shot the sheriff.) - the sheriff.
(but I swear it was in selfdefence.)
Oh, no! (ooh, ooh, oo-oh) yeah!
I say: I shot the sheriff - oh, lord! -
(and they say it is a capital offence.)
Yeah! (ooh, ooh, oo-oh) yeah!

Sheriff John Brown always hated me,
For what, I don't know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow -
He said kill them before they grow.
And so:

Read it in the news:
(I shot the sheriff.) oh, lord!
(but I swear it was in self-defence.)
Where was the deputy? (oo-oo-oh)
I say: I shot the sheriff,
But I swear it was in self defence. (oo-oh) yeah!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
All of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down,
So I shot - I shot - I shot him down and I say:
If I am guilty I will pay.

(I shot the sheriff,)
But I say (but I didn't shoot no deputy),
I didn't shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no!
(I shot the sheriff.) i did!
But I didnt shoot no deputy. oh! (oo-oo-ooh)

Reflexes had got the better of me
And what is to be must be:
Every day the bucket a-go a well,
One day the bottom a-go drop out,
One day the bottom a-go drop out.
I say:

I - I - I - I shot the sheriff.
Lord, I didn't shot the deputy. yeah!
I - I (shot the sheriff) -
But I didnt shoot no deputy, yeah! no, yeah!

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Andy D
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« Reply #97 on: 23:58:40, 24-07-2007 »

Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood

He called the greatest archers to a tavern on the green
They vowed to help the people of the king
They handled all the troubles on the English country scene
And still found plenty of time to sing

Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
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martle
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« Reply #98 on: 09:21:42, 25-07-2007 »

When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along, along,
There'll be no more sobbing when he starts throbbing
His own sweet song.


Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head,
Get up, get up, get out of bed,
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red,
Live, love, laugh and be happy.


What if I've been blue,
Now I'm walking through fields of flowers,
Rain may glisten, but I still listen for hours and hours.
I'm just a kid again, doing what I did again, singing a song,
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along.


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richard barrett
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« Reply #99 on: 09:36:54, 25-07-2007 »

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richard barrett
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« Reply #100 on: 09:39:53, 25-07-2007 »

sorry, that was supposed to be the Internationale in Chinese. Loses something in the transliteration.
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« Reply #101 on: 09:41:13, 25-07-2007 »

sorry, that was supposed to be the Internationale in Chinese. Loses something in the transliteration.
And gains something else, I think I can say without fear of contradiction.
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« Reply #102 on: 20:11:58, 25-07-2007 »

Richard, you've just had me laughing loudly for the first time in, oh, quite a few days.

Thanks. Smiley
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« Reply #103 on: 20:14:35, 25-07-2007 »

(Reminder that the following is to be sung to a tune somewhere between 'My Darling Clementine' and 'La Cucuracha'! ...)

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,
Beasts of every land and clime,
Hearken to my joyful tidings
Of the golden future time.

Soon or late the day is coming,
Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown,
And the fruitful fields of England
Shall be trod by beasts alone.

Rings shall vanish from our noses,
And the harness from our back,
Bit and spur shall rust forever,
Cruel whips no more shall crack.

Riches more than mind can picture,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels
Shall be ours upon that day.

Bright will shine the fields of England,
Purer shall its waters be,
Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes
On the day that sets us free.

For that day we all must labour,
Though we die before it break;
Cows and horses, geese and turkeys,
All must toil for freedom's sake.

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland,
Beasts of every land and clime,
Hearken well and spread my tidings
Of the golden future time.
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« Reply #104 on: 20:18:17, 25-07-2007 »

Lowering the tone somewhat (for which apologies Smiley):

I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
Come on now let's get together
In perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty-three
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An' I'll give you the key
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