JOAN CRAWFORD ( - A. Bouchard - D. Roter - J. Rigg - ) Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy They're laughing just like hungry dogs in the street Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara They chain themselves to the axles of big Mac trucks The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels The fat lady laughs, "Gentlemen, start your trucks" Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Christina Mother's home Christina Come to mother Christina No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Joan Crawford has risen from the grave Joan Crawford has risen
7 de novembro de 2007
Charlie Daniels Band, Deus os abençoe
God Bless the Mother LyricsArtist(Band):The Charlie Daniels Band Review The Song (1) Print the Lyrics God Bless the Mother Who brought up her baby boy To believe that some things in this world Are worth fighting for The ones who raise the brave young men Who're marchin' off to war God Bless the Mother God Bless the Father Who taught his little girl Freedom is a precious thing And it's rare in this old world The ones who wear their uniforms Their land they proudly serve God Bless the Father [Chorus] Christmas is a special time When we want our loved ones near There's a lot of lonesome homesick soldiers Wishin' they were here Lets say a prayer to the Lord Above That they'll all be home next year And the bells of Peace Will Ring in the Holiday God Bless America We thank for the USA We thank you for the Prince of Peace Who was born on Christmas Day And please protect our sons and daughters In the land so far away God Bless America [Bridge] [Chorus] [Repeat third verse] God Bless the Fathers God Bless the Mothers =========================== Jesus Is the Light of the World Lyrics Artist(Band):The Charlie Daniels Band Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics On a clear night, many many years ago Two weary strangers moving slow Were looking for a place to stay But there was no place Though they traveled many miles So Mary being great with Child Lay down on the sweet smelling hay. Then a bright light fell from heaven As a special star shone bright And three wise men from a foreign land Came to worship him that night And in the clear night you could hear the angels sing Praises to the newborn King Jesus is the light of the world. And the angels heralding the Holy Birth Were singing Peace to men on Earth Unto you is born a Son And the shepherds Though they had their flocks to tend Journeyed unto Bethlehem To behold the Holy One And then the Boy grew up to be a Man Come to set the captives free Come to heal the sick and raise the dead And to cause the blind to see And the best part is even though He's gone away He'll be coming back someday Jesus is the Light of the world. And the best part is even though He's gone away He'll be coming back someday Jesus is the Light of the world. Jesus is the Light of the world. Jesus is the Light of the world. ================================= Jesus Died For You Lyrics Artist(Band):The Charlie Daniels Band Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics INTRO SOLO A E You may be down, you may be out Fm E D With nothing to be glad about A E But you can stand right up and shout D E 'Cause Jesus died for you A E You may think that you can't cope Fm E D You may be drunk or hooked on dope A E Believe me brother, you've still got hope D A 'Cause Jesus died for you Maybe you ain't got a dime You're standing in the welfare line Or maybe you're in prison doin your time But Jesus died for you Satan may have you in retreat But you won't go down in defeat 'Cause you can sittin in the mercy seat 'Cause Jesus died for you FIRST CHORUS E D A He died for you - to complete salvation's plan E D A He died for you - He's got nail scars in His hands E A C#m He bore the cross - to sanctify the lost B All you've got to do is believe it, E Get down on your knees and receive it! You may think you're too far gone You've sinned so bad you can't atone But bow your head and come on home 'Cause Jesus died for you SHORT SOLO This ol' world keeps falling apart But you don't have to let it break your heart You can make a brand new start 'Cause Jesus died for you Now Satan is a mighty foe But just stand firm because you know You've got a better place to go 'Cause Jesus died for you When there's trouble in the wind Or when you face the bitter end You can start all over again 'Cause Jesus died for you You can face death with a smile Laugh at all your troubles and trials Never have to walk another lonely mile Jesus died for you! SECOND CHORUS He died for you - to break the devil's hold He died for you - to redeem your mortal soul Don't be afraid - 'Cause you debt has done been paid You just come and do your best -- The Holy Spirit's gonna do the rest! SOLO REPEAT FIRST CHORUS Makes no difference how wrong you've been How heavy is your load of sin The door's still open come on in 'Cause Jesus died for you Now you may think you're too far gone You've sinned so bad you can't atone But bow your head and come on home 'Cause Jesus died for you D A Jesus died for you D A Jesus died for you END SOLO
Charlie Daniels Devil Came Down to Georgia
Lyrics Artist(Band):The Charlie Daniels Band Review The Song (2) Print the Lyrics Send polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone The devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'Cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When he came across this young man Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said boy let me tell you what I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too And if you care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle,son But give the devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold Against your soul 'Cause I think I'm better than you The boy said my name's Johnny And it might be a sin But I'll take your bet And you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose the devil gets your soul. [Instramental] The devil opened up his case And he said I'll start this show And fire flew from his fingertips As he rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this [Instrumental] When the devil finished Johnny said well you're pretty good old son But just sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how it's done Fire on the Mountain Run boys, run The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough Granny does your dog bite No child, no [Instrumental] The devil bowed his head Because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle On the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, Devil just come on back If you ever wanna try again I told you once you son of a bitch I'm the best there's ever been And he played Fire on the Mountain Run boys, run The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough Granny will your dog bite No child, no [Instrumental to end]
Charlie Daniels Band - Devil Came Down to Georgia
The devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'Cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When he came across this young man Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said boy let me tell you what I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too And if you care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle,son But give the devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold Against your soul 'Cause I think I'm better than you The boy said my name's Johnny And it might be a sin But I'll take your bet And you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose the devil gets your soul. [Instramental] The devil opened up his case And he said I'll start this show And fire flew from his fingertips As he rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this [Instrumental] When the devil finished Johnny said well you're pretty good old son But just sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how it's done Fire on the Mountain Run boys, run The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough Granny does your dog bite No child, no [Instrumental] The devil bowed his head Because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle On the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, Devil just come on back If you ever wanna try again I told you once you son of a bitch I'm the best there's ever been And he played Fire on the Mountain Run boys, run The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough Granny will your dog bite No child, no [Instrumental to end]
Megadeth e a Organização dos Neoterroristas Unidos, vulgo ONU
Tive a oportunidade de ouvir rapidamente, junto com meu amigo Igor (fiel escudeiro do bom e velho metal), algumas faixas do album United Abominations do Megadeth. Esta banda, ao contrário do Metallica, do qual David Mustaine foi expulso por causa de seus problemas com drogas, nunca me decepcionou, ao menos do ponto de vista musical. Mas que a conversão de Mustaine ao cristianismo ( tal como Alice Cooper) viesse a transformá-lo num fino observador da geopolítica atual, isto estava muito além da minha imaginação e das minhas expectativas. United Abominations poderia muito bem ser comercializado num mesmo pacote com L’Empire écologique ou la subversion de l’écologie par le mondialisme (ver posts anteriores). Aliás, não seria má idéia o Pascal Bernardin se integrar à banda como letrista e dar um reforço erudito às sacadas de Mustaine. Acrescentem a isso o ódio da banda Slayer ao bosta do Al Gore e me digam se essas mentes esquerdopatas têm razão ao insistirem na acusação de que o heavy metal é, irremediavelmente, destituído de cérebro!
Som na caixa e mande a ONU às favas