Of course unless it's obscene or attempts to mock or belittle specific real people. Even those who have displayed a less than normal taste in music have been allowed to post as long as they stay within those guidelines. Kammy hopes to minister to the delusional tonight if her time permits. LOL edited for typo

♪♫♪♫Tinky winky.....,
Dipsy.......,
Lala......,
Po..,
Tellytubbies,
Tellytubbies,
say eh ohhhhhh ♪♫♪♫

Song took a lot to think up I bet.
My favourite to laugh at is Tinky winky, and its not because of his handbag ;o)

Agreed and that is why we are letting stuff in that we find distasteful but one of the features of the DB is to discuss music and that allows for opinions pro and con. Tony Bennet is great and rap sucks in my opinion but both are allowed here as long as it is not obscene. Who decides what is obscene? On here Kammy does and I can live with that.

Here are the lyrics to Redneck Woman....

Points given to who knows the person she refers to as "ol Bocephus" in the song.

PhotographyLady..I didn't know I was debating about pawns?

Hank William Jr

I will in no way delete any songs that are posted on the Music DB.....only blatant personal attacks will be removed whether they are directed at the moderators or any other member of the site.

I think each discussion has it's own trivia. Sports trivia in Sports, Books trivia in books, I wouldn't know how Trivia would work in stories though

I do not see any reason for people to run andcopy posts from here to general when this is a public board...I love Purple and NUFF SAID...this board is for all those who want to post thier fav music and discus musc...not question oer topics

Then why are you posting nonsense? No posts have been copied from here since you & Bill didn't allow them. I wanted my voice to be heard. And it will be. :o)

AD is right...Hank Sr. didn't want his son to be referred to as Hank Williams Jr....and liked the name he heard...it was the name of a ventriloquist dummy a friend of his had.

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

Listen.....I want everyone on BK to enjoy the Musc DB and post freely regarding music...but thats where the discussion should remain....musc...lyrics...the history etc.

Great song, Dano! :o)

Listen easy, you can hear God calling
Walking barefoot by the stream
Come on to me, Your hair's softly falling
On my face as in a dream
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind

Saying nothing, lying where the sun is
Baking down upon our sides
My lips touch you, with their soft wet kisses
Your hands gentle in reply
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind

Child, touch my soul with your cries
And the music will know what we've found
I, hear a hundred good-byes
But today I hear only one sound
The moment we're living is now
Now now now now now now now

Young bird flying, and a soft wind blowing
Cools the sweat inside my palms
Close my eyes, hear the flowers growing
As you lay sleeping in my arms
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind
No the grass won't pay no mind

Neil Diamond

I'm a Closet Niel Diamond fan LOL

Summerland - Kings X

summerland in my past
days were full and i knew it would last
i never thought there was anything else but you
summerland
the wind is getting cold
summerland
you're finally getting old
not much time
there's much to do
look ahead and walk on through
no one's taking sides this time it's you
summerland
your sky can still be blue
summerland
always in love with you

by Kings X

LOL His old stuff is very good. Hot August Night is a GREAT live album. :o)

yes i agree we should include all aspects of music not just the history

I am eclectic, I just dont like metal and punk and their variations. Other than that, Ill listen to it all

So how about songs that fall into the category of funny. I'm thinking specifically of kids songs (:) but not limited to that. For exapmple, On top of spaghetti is a funny kids song.

Then there's the top 40 hit, Bang Bang, he shot me down, Bang Bang, I hit the ground, Bang Bang, ...Cher sang it. Not that it's a "funny" song but it is peculiar.....odd....in that sense it's funny to me :)

But just what the heck is Neil Diamond doing with that microphone on the cover of Hot August Night or is it a microphone?

The option to pre-approve posts was provided by Fencer for a reason. It is used here to prevent a flood of obscene posts which were deleted as fast as we saw them but no one can be here 24/7. As much as a few people would like to turn this DB into a forum for their personal negative feelings about individuals this DB needs to be confined to Music and related subjects. No one is required to post here. This DB lay dormant for months and months until Kammy brought her magic here. Now, along with the sunshine, we have had a little rain. In a perfect world we would have more music lovers here and fewer of the other kind of people but the basic rule is: keep it to music. AD..if you want to tell someone you love them here I don't see the harm. If you want to tell them you hate them then can you do it in a PM or a DB that is set up to accomodate that type of emotion (such as The Cave.) Please enjoy the Music DB and we like like to hear some song lyrics. :)

I went to see my son's school play the other day, and they performed 'Lion King'. This song has been in my head since...

From the day we arrive on this planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done

There is far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life

It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life

Skyking:
Wrong choice of words ... sorry

Harley ... Thanks for bringing that song into play here. I went and saw 'The Lion King' in Hollywood & hearing it live took my breath away!
So meaningful ....

I totally agree that we would all love to see more lyrics posted here and even any interesting facts regarding those lyrics or any info you find interesting regarding music. I want everyone on BK to be able to enjoy the Music board as always. And I will make sure that your posts will be added to the board as quickly as possible. We are not wanting or trying to punish the members with this type of moderating. But we also do not approve of using this board as a vehichle for rudeness.

The "All posts must be approved" mode will remain for now.

You want everyone to enjoy this board? What a crock! Let people post then perhaps they will enjoy this board. You haven't allowed my previous post and I'm sure you won't allow this one,but others have posted similar posts to mine and have been allowed. Can I have a logical explanation,please?

I see no reason why we can't take the approval off the board....but not at the moment. There have been off topic posts on here and personal attacks. I do want people to enjoy posting about music..and I never said the approval mode was permanent. Iwas not added until there were derogatory posts made that were off topic.

I think it's obvious Kammy,that you are not the best choice for moderator here. The problems here did not exist until you became moderator.
Now here is my song:

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

I will not get all the pieces
I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I will not get all the pieces
I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

They'll have you in this factory
From now on for fifty years
All this time I see my woman
Drowning in her tears
I see a lot of people who
Got to have a piece of me
I'd give the shirt right off my back
If I had the nerve to say

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I will not get all the pieces
I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

Let's all go use our sick leave up
And then we'll shoot some pool
Got brand new skinhead hair cuts
You think he's a fool
One of these days I'll blow my top
Or somebody's gonna pay
I'd hate to see the process
As you enter the factory and say

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
I won't let that shit bother me
That I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here, ain't working here, ain't working here no more

:-)

And of course everyone is entitled to thier own opinion Stardust. And i happen to like that song. I aso sang that song as I was leaving my job of 8 years.

(edited for a typo)

How about because it's off topic?

Maybe love and music go together. Are YOU arguing for people staying ON TOPIC now? I thought you were taking the other view. As much as you would like to take center stage in a debate we must ask you to stick to music related subjects. You got the wrong forum again AD.

This is true Hank Williams.

This even has the chords for the song!

Kammy you have once again shown yourself to be a BETTER PERSON than those who insult you. By now I shouldn't be surprised but my admiration grows daily.

No, I wasn't doing that at all. I was applying the MODERATOR'S rule which you have broken once again in both your posts. I'm not the one debating it, you are Purple. I'm just responding to our off topic comments.

for example: this post belongs in her personal mail box. It was addressed specifically to her, not the group. It violates the posting rules for this DB.

Stardust heavy handed insults were HERE in public so in this one case Kam's support was also here. Further personal attacks won't be posted and that will eliminate the need for breaking AD's rules. :)

Everyone is invited to join a new fellowship. It's all about music and called Music Fellowship. click to join. All the fun of this fine fellowship without the restrictions.

You can join too Purple! ;)

Who are you favorite all time singers? One male vocalist and one female. It should be interesting.

Luther Vandros and Whitney Houstan

Bill and Kammy, I hope your ficticious love fails and breaks your hearts. Couldnt happen to a better couple.

James Taylor and Emmylou Harris

Whitney Houston and Diana Ross

No male choice Chattytea? Those are two very good female singers though for sure.

song from Cher

I don’t need your sympathy
There’s nothing you can say or do for me
And I don’t want a miracle
You’ll never change for no one

I hear your reasons why
Where did you sleep last night?
And was she worth it, was she worth it?

’cos I’m strong enough
To live without you
Strong enough and I quit crying
Long enough now I’m strong enough
To know you gotta go

There’s no more to say
So save your breath
And then walk away
No matter what I hear you say
I’m strong enough to know you gotta go

So you feel misunderstood
Baby, have I got news for you
On being used, I could write a book
You don’t wanna hear about it

I’ve been losing sleep
You’ve been going cheap
She ain’t worth half of me it’s true
I’m telling you

Now I’m strong enough to live without you
Strong enough and I quit crying
Long enough now I’m strong enough
To know you gotta go

Come hell or waters high
You’ll never see me cry
This is our last goodbye, it’s true

I’m telling you
That I’m strong enough to live without you
Stron enough and I quit crying
Long enough now I’m strong enough
To know you gotta go

There’s no more to say
So save your breath
And you walk away
No matter what I hear you say
I’m strong enough to know you gotta go

tie between Kenny Rogers and Luciano Pavarotti and Sarah Brightman