In the mood (open)

[Storm]

Song by Garth Brooks

In Lonesome Dove

She was a girl in a wagon train
Headed west across the plains
The Train got lost in a summer storm
they couldn't move west and they couldn't go home
Then she saw him riding through the rain
He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train
And she looked down and her heart was gone
the train went west but she stayed on
In Lonesome Dove

A farmer's daughter with a gentle hand
A blooming rose in a bed of sand
She lvoed theman who wore a star
A Texas Ranger known near and far
So they got married and they had a child
But times were touch and the west was wild
So it was no surprise the day she learned
that her Texas man would not return
To Lonesome Dove

Back to bac with the Rio Grande
A Christian woman in the devil's land
She learned the language and she learned to fight
But she never learned how to beat the lonely nights
In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove

She watched her boy grow into a man
He had an angle's heart and the devil's hand
He wore his star for all to see
He was a Texas lawman legacy
Then one day word blew into town
It seemed themen that shot his father down
Had robbed a bank in Cherico
The only thing between them and Mexico
Was Lonesome Dove

The shadows stretched across the land
As the shots rang out down the Rio Grande
And when the somke had finally cleared the street
The men lay at the ranger's feet
But legend tells to this very day
That shots were coming form an alleyway
Though no one knows who held the gun
There ain't no doubt if you ask someone
In Lonesome Dove

Back to back with the Rio Grande
A Christain woman in the devil's land
She learned the oanguage and she learned to fight
but she never learnedhow to beat the lonely nights
In Lonesome Dove, Lonesome Dove.

[Storm]

Song by Garth Brooks

Rodeo

His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds are almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
She know his love's in Tulsa
And she know he's gonna go
Well it ain't no woman flesh and blood
it's that damned old rodeo

Well it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
it's the ropes and the reins
and the joy and th epain
And they call the thing rodeo

She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But this need for it controls him
And her back's agains the wall
when it's time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo

Well it's bulls and blood
It's the dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's teh white in his knuckles
the gold in the buckle
it's boot and chaps
It's spurs and latigo
it's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and pain
And they call the thing rodeo
It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive a man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasing
This dream they called rodeo

Well it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It'st he white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
it's boots and chaps
it's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
and the joy and pain
And they call the thing rodeo

It's the broncs and the blood
It's the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo.

[Penance]

Face to Face

Song by Garth Brooks

ther was a bad boy in the school yard
Waited on you everyday
Seemed like every time you turned around
Well he was standing in your way
We he broke your glasses
The girls laughed
As he pushed you to the floor
but they you stood up one day knowing
You couldn't stand it anymore
And your gentle hand was finally clenched in rage
You were face to face
Face to face with the devil that you've been dreading
But bad as it was, well now brother wasn't it better
Dealing with him face to face
Your date showed up with flowers
And you thought your dreams had come
but with every passing hours
You felt it come undone
Then the night exploded and you begged him no
And now he waits a judge and jury
Thinking you'll break down inside
And with a finger you can put this fists away
Face to face with the devil that you've been dreading
But bas it was, well little sister wasn't it better
Eye to eye finally has arrived
But bad as it was, well little sister wasn't it better
Dealing with him face to face
Cause it'll never go away
Until the fear that you are running from is finally embraced
Driving by the grave yard
On a wicked winter's eve
And you're wondering why a man of faith
Is whistling nervously
Then you stop the car
And you hold your heart
Cause you finally realized
Hell, the devil ain't in the darkness
He's a rattling around inside
And with folded hands you truly start to pray
And you're face to face
Face to face with the devil that you've been dreading
Eye to eye finally arrived
but bad as it was, well now brother wasn't it better
Dealing with him face to face
Cause it'll never go away
Until the fear that you are running from is finally embraced
Face to face.

[Cheshyre]

Look at all the pretty songs!
It does put me in the mood! really it does.
Of course, I need to summon up some back up singers...
With the clap of my hands, Freddy himself is alive... kind of. you can call it that anyhow...
But he can do my back up parts! of course!
(and I shall put his parts in these thingies.)


Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

(You say black)

I say white

(You say bark)

I say bite

(You say shark)

I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don't like Star Wars

(You say Rolls)

I say Royce

(You say God)

give me a choice

(You say Lord )

I say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah!
Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks get set go
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
Bicycle bicycle bicyI want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
Bicycle race

(You say coke)

I say caine

(You say John )

I say Wayne

(Hot dog )

I say cool it man
I don't wanna be the President of America

(You say smile )

I say cheese

(Cartier )

I say please

(Income tax )

I say Jesus
I don't wanna be a candidate
For Vietnam or Watergate
Cos all I want to do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

(Bicycle Race by Queen)

[Hawthorn]

The Scottish Soldier (By Andy Stweart)

There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Thre was none bolder, with good broad shoulder
He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won.
He'd seen the glory and told the story
of battles glorious and deeds neforious
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
To leave these green hills of Tryol

Chours:
Because these green hills are not highland hills
or the island hills, ther're not my land's hills
And fair as these green foreign hills my be
They are not the hills of home.

and now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling
And he will fade away, in that far land,
He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay a piborch sad to play
upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on these green hills of Tyrol

Chours:

And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper play his soldier home.
He's seen glory, he'd told his story
of battle glorious and deeds victiorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.

[Lucius Fox]

Dublin Mistral (song by Paddy Reilly)

From Dublin streets and roads down they years
Came great musicians and balladeers
There was a special one, a red hair mistrel boy
And when he passed away, a city mourned its favorite son

Chours: All around the markets and down the quays
The sad news it spread to the liberties
The mistrel boy is gone, he'll sing no more
And Luke somehow we know, we'll never see your likes again

He liked to laugh and sing he loved a jar
And his songs rang out in many city bars
I walked by the old canal near which he used to live
Down Raglan Road I'm sad, as he so much left to give

Chours:

Now the show is over, the curtain's down
A flame no longer burns in Dublin Town
while the liffey flows beeath the Ha'penny Bridge
You'll be remembered Luke for all your songs and all you did.

[James Gordon]

Working Man I am (Song by Rita MacNeil sung by Paddy Reilly)

It's a working man I am
And I've been down underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

At the age of Sixteen years
oh, he quarrels with his peers
Who vowed they never see another
In the dark recess of the mines
Where you age before your time
And the coal dust lies heave on your lungs

It's a working man I am
And I've been underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

At the age of sixty four
Oh, he'll great you at the door
And he'll gently lead you by the arm
Through the dark recess of the mines
Oh, he'll take you back in time
And he'll tell you of the hardships that were had

It's a working man I am
And I've been underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

It's a working man I am
And I've been down underground
And swear to God if I ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground

It's a working man I am
And I've been down underground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it it my mind
I never again will go down underground

God, I never will go down underground again.

[Cheshyre]

OH! OH! It's my turn again!
I have a splended song for this one, such fun!
Keeping Freddy for fun, I start the 'Mary Mack' hand slapping to get the proper background for this cute number...




Miss Lucy had some leeches
Her leeches liked to suck
And when they drank up all her blood
She didn't give a
Funny when the doctors
Had locked her in her cell
Miss Lucy screamed all night that they
Should go to bloody
Hello to the surgeon
With scalpel old and blunt
He'll tie you to the table
Then he'll mutilate your
Come it's nearly teatime
The lunatics arrive
The keepers bleed them all until
There's no one left a
Lively little rodents
Are eaten up by cats
We're subject to experiments
Like laboratory
Rats I've dropped a teacup
How easily they break
I'm on my hands and knees until
I pay for my mis-
Take off all your clothing
We've only just begun
We have no anesthesia
It's eighteen forty
One thing we should tell you
Before you try again
The tests are invented by
A lot of filthy
Mentally hysteric
She's failed the exam
Don't bother telling Lucy for
She doesn't give a
Damn that nitrous oxide
For when you can't escape
They say the surgeons often commit
A murder or a
Razor blades are rusty
And not a lot of fun
So when they try to amputate
Your legs you'd better
Run and fetch the chemist
A patient's feeling sad
She's been in chains for ages
And she isn't even
Madness is a nuisance
And no one is immune
Your sister, mum or daughter
May become a raving
Lunatics are dangerous
And doctors are obeyed
They also go together just
Like toast and marma-
Ladies are like children
With brains the size of squirrels
Let's give a clitoridectomies
To all the little
Girls are helpless treasures
That daddies must protect
So lie upon the table
For the doctors to in-
speculums are super
And stirrups all the rage
So spread a lady's legs and then put her
Back in to her
Cage of naked crazies
The surgeon's here to bleed
The doctors are all learned men
And some can even
Reading can be risky
For women on the verge
It only did us worlds of good
To poison, leech and
Purging is a penance
Phlebotomy's a chore
No need to sterilize the tools
We never did be-
Fore the night is over
Before you go to bed
They'll take a hammer and a nail
And jam it in your
Headstones in the courtyard
And statues in the park
Are not for the insane
Just leave them rotting in the
D
A
R
K
dark
dark
dark
dark
dark

(Miss Lucy Had Some Leaches, by Emily Autumn)

[Hawthorn]

Only the Good Die young (Billy Joel)

Come out Virgina, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Aw But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one

well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
Aw, but they never told you the price that you pay
For the things that you might have done....
Only the good die young
That what I said
Only the good die young X2

You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
we mght be laughing a bit too loud
aw But that never hurt no one

So come out Virginia show me a sign
Send up a signal I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
(you know)
Never lets in the sun in
darling only the good die young
woah
I tell ya
only the good die young X2

You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
MMMM, and a cross of gold
but Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information
You didn't count on me
When you were counting on your rosary
(Oh woah, woah)

They say there's a heave for those who will wait
Some say it's better but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
the sinners are much more fun....

You know that only the good die young
Thats what I said
I tell ya
only the good die young X2

Well you mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation
Aww Sne never cared for me
But did she ever say a prayer for me? oh woah woah

Come out come out virgina don't let me wait,
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young

I'm telling you baby
You know only the good die young
Only the good die young
Only the gooooooooooooooooooood
only the good die young
Only the gooooooooooooooooooood
only the good die young
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooo ooooooooo...
(Only the good die young) X2

[The Invisible Woman]

American Pie (Don McLean)


A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they�d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I�d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn�t take one more step.

I can�t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock �n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you�re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin� in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin� buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin�,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we�ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin� stone,
But that�s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil�s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan�s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
And singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I�d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn�t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die.
"this�ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin� whiskey and rye
Singin�, "this�ll be the day that I die."

[Storm]

The Cowboy Song (By Garth Brooks)

Pushing horns weren't easy like the movie said it was
And I don't recall no dance hall girls
or hotel rooms with rugs
You worked hot and tired and nasty
Rode your pon's head too low
There were all the night you couldn't sleep
'Cause it was too damn cold
And you'd sing "Strawberry roan, and "Little Joe"
Like the time we hit the river
And the rains began to fall
And the water was rising so damn fast
We thought it'd drown us all
We lost a lot of steers that day
and four to five good mounts
But when all the boys rode into camp
We knew that's what counts
Adn we sang, yippie ti ya yay and "Amazing Grace"
or the night they broke behind us
And then took us by surprise
I whistled out to Bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes
And he rode for all his horse would ride
And I know he done his best
But he crossed over Jordan riding 'Dunny to his death'
And we sang "Bringing in the Sheaves" and "The Rugged cross"
So when you see the cowboy, he' not ragged by his choice
he never meant to bow them legs
or put that gravel in his voice
He's just chasing what he really loves
And what's burining in his soul
Wishing to God that he'd been born a hunderd years ago
Still singing "Strawberry Roan" and "Little Joe"

[Kami]

Guess I'll take a turn in the fun.
Music is my passion, after all.


I backed my car into a cop car, the other day.
Well he just drove off, sometimes life's ok.
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what did I say.
Well you just laughed it off, it was all ok.

And we'll all float on, ok.
And we'll all float on, ok.
And we'll all float on, ok.
And we'll all float on any way, well.

A fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam.
It was worth it just to learn some sleight-of-hand.
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands.
Good news will work its way to all them plans.
We both got fired on exactly the same day.
Well we'll float on good news is on the way.

And we'll all float on, ok.
And we'll all float on, ok.
And we'll all float on, ok.
And we'll all float on, alright.
Already we'll all float on.
No, don't you worry, we'll all float on.
Alright, already, we'll all float on.
Alright, don't worry, we'll all float on.

Alright already we'll all float on.
Alright already we'll all float on.
Alright don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy.
We'll all float on...alright. Already we'll all float on.
Alright already we'll all float on, ok.
Don't worry we'll all float on.
Even if things get heavy, we'll all float on.

Alright already we'll all float on.
(Alright)
Don't you worry we'll all float on.
(Alright)
All float on....

(Modest Mouse, Float On)

[The Invisible Woman]

Chicken Fried (by Zak Brown Band)

You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on Friday night
A Pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well I was raised up beneath the shades of a Georgia Pine
With sweet tea and pecan pie
Where the peaches grow
And my house is not much to talk about
but it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground
A a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love

And it's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live what you drive or the price tag on your clothes to know
So if you agree with me
Raise your glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've seen the sunrise
See the lvoe in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love

I thank God of my life
And for the Stars and Stripes
May freedom forever fly let it ring
Salute the ones who died
And the ones that gave their lives so we don't have sacrifice
All the things we love
Like our chicken fried

Cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've seen the sunrise
See the lvoe in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love

You know I like my chicken fired
Cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've seen the sunrise
See thelvoe in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love.

[Silva]

I'm never in the mood. But I do have a song.
You see, it's fitting that I have Chopper's Axe, if you concider how many times it's drawn my blood over the years...
But never mind that, there is a song to be sang.


[glow=dbdbdb,2,300]Turn her over
A candle is lit, I see through her
Blow it out and save all her ashes for me

Curse me sold her
The poison that runs it's course through her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over

Called her over
and asked her if she was improving
She said "feels fine" it's wonderful wonderful here

Hex me told her
I dreamt of a devil that knew her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over

I lay quiet
waiting for her voice to say
"Some things you lose and some things you just give away"

Scold me failed her
If only I'd held on tighter to her
Pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me away from me

Watch me lose her
It's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over all over me [/glow]

(Jack off Jill, Strawberry Gashes)

[Storm]

Take this Job and Shove it! (by Johnny Paycheck)

Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more
My woman done left and took all the reason I was working for
Ya, better not try and stand in my way
Cause I'm walkin', out the door
Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more

Well, I been working in this factory for now on fifteen years
All this time, I watched my woman drownin' in a pool of tears
And I've seen a lot of good folks die who had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right off of my back if I had the guts to say...

(Chorus)

The foreman, he's a regular dog the line boss, he's a fool
Got a brand new flat top haircut Lord, he thinks he's cool
One of these days I'm gonna blow my top and that sucker, he's gonna pay
I can't wait to see their faces when I get the nerve to say...

(Chorus)

Take this job and shove it