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Many know how to play and new players are always welcome, they isn't rules as such just post a song lyric that follows on from the previous one.
Feel free to have a natter along the way, artist is optional although helpful if a little obscure all I ask is you play nice Xx
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I ain't never been the same, baby
(Since you went away, I ain't never been the same)
Since you went away
(Never been nobody, ain't never been nobody)
Ain't never been nobody
(Since you went away, I ain't never been the same)
Since you went away
(Never been nobody, ain't never been nobody)
Ain't never been nobody.....
Roussell/Knight, performed by Elkie Brooks
Fire in the mountains, flames upon the heath
As the President spits out the news, he's biting them wooden teeth
Them children of the Colonies got a different tale to tell
I'm going to the city, tell my folks I'm doing well
Are you going to the party?
Going to the Boston Tea Party
Going to the party
Going to the Boston Tea Party
Going to the party......
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
I said hey Mr President and senators too
I said Mr Prime Minister it's good for you
I said all the Queen's women and all the Queen's men
Better get it together because it's real broken
I said a what you need is a lesson in reality
Because the way it stands you're a real liability
Get out and meet, people on streets
RT
Every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waitin' here to find the sign
That I can understand - yes I am
In the days between the hours
Ivory towers, bloody flowers
Push their heads into the air
I don't care if I ever know - there I go
Don't push your love too far
Your wounds won't leave a scar
Right now is where you are
In a broken dream
Bentley, performed by Rod Stewart (as Python Lee Jackson)
The forces of evil and a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with the phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck, and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beat, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
Who's chokin' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me? (Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me? (Drive-by body pierce)
Beck
Yeah, this one's for the losers
The outcasts and the sinners
The ain't-never-been-no-winners
Let's hear it for the losers
Ain't got nowhere to fit in
There's a place you can always get in (Oh)
You might be lonely, but you're never alone
You're right here where you're supposed to be
Right here with all the losers
The ones like you and the ones like me
Post Malone
My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway
And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don't really mind
'Cause every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer
Let's hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my lovin' one-man show
Oh, whoa-oa-oa
Let's hear it for the boy.....
Snow/Pitchford, performed by Deniece Williams
She's a hard hearted woman
See the way that she's watching you
Victims falling before her
And there's nothing that you can do
Love comes, holding on to us all
Love comes, holding on to us all
See the hard hearted woman
Watch the way that she's dancing now
Eyes are flashing before you
Break her spell, please tell me how
Love comes, holding on to us all
Love comes, holding on to us all
Barclay James Harvest