Someone Saved My Life Tonight

Elton John

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When I think of those east end lights
Muggy nights the curtains drawn
In the little room downstairs
Prima donna Lord you really should have been there
Sittin' like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friend's out there rolling 'round the basement floor
(ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...)

And someone saved my life tonight
Sugar bear (sugar bear...)

You almost had your hooks in me
Didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar bound hypnotized sweet freedom
Whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away
High away
Bye bye
(ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...)

Never realized the passing hours of evening showers
Slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn outplayed by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time
Thank God my music is still alive
(aah-aah-aah-aah-aah...)

And someone saved my life tonight
Sugar bear
(sugar bear sugar bear...)
You almost had your hooks in me
Didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar bound hypnotized sweet freedom
Whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away
High away
Bye bye
(ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
Coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone
And someone saved my life tonight
Sugar bear
(sugar bear sugar bear)
(sugar bear...)
You almost had your hooks in me
Didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar bound
Hypnotized
Sweet freedom
Whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away
High away
Bye bye
Someone saved someone saved
(someone saved my life tonight)
(someone saved my life tonight)
Someone saved someone saved
(someone saved my life tonight)
(someone saved my life tonight)
Someone saved someone saved
(someone saved my life tonight)
(someone saved my life tonight)
Someone saved someone saved
(someone saved my life tonight)
(someone saved my life tonight)
Someone saved someone saved
(someone saved my life tonight)
(someone saved my life tonight)
Someone saved someone saved
(someone saved my life tonight)
(someone saved my life tonight)
Someone saved someone saved
(someone saved my life tonight)

Written by: Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Album: Captain Fantastic (Deluxe Edition)

Released: 1975

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Rain On the Scarecrow

John Mellencamp

Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn
400 empty acres that used to be my farm
Grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
This land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry
There's no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers' Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up, to auction off the land
He said, "John it's just my job and I hope you understand"
Hey, calling it your job ol' hoss, sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight
And Grandma's on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing "Take me to the Promised Land"
When you take away a man's dignity, he can't work his fields and cows

There'll be blood on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

Well there's 97 crosses planted in the courthouse yard
And 97 families who lost 97 farms
I think about my grandpa
My neighbors and my name
Some nights I feel like dyin'
Like that scarecrow in the rain

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
Hey, this land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry
There's just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
This land made me so proud
Son I'm just sorry
They're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow, hey

Written by: John Mellencamp, George Green

Album: Scarecrow (Bonus Track Edition)

Released: 1985

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The Boomtown Rats

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today
She's gonna make them stay at home

And daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
I wanna shoot, ooh, the whole day down

The Telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world
Her mother feels so shocked, father's world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet sixteen, ain't that peachy keen
Now it ain't so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reasons do you need, oh oh oh oh?

(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
I wanna shoot, ooh, the whole day down
Down, down, shoot it all down

And all the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with the toys a while
And school's out early and soon we be learning
And the lesson today is how to die

And then the bullhorn crackles and the captain tackles
With the problems and the hows and whys
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die, oh oh oh?

And the silicon chip inside her head get switched to overload
And nobodys going to go to school today
She is going to make them stay at home
And Daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown

(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why)
I don't like
I don't like
(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why)
I don't like
I dont't like
(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why)
I don't like Mondays
I wanna shoot, oooh, the whole day down
Oooh oooh oooh

Written by: Bob Geldof, John Peter Moylett

Album: Best of The Boomtown Rats

Released: 2004

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the weight it gains from soft

i never had any of these experiences

i would like to know !

An excellent topic. Industry being the main point. Nature removed almost completely from a natural occurance.

Totally agree with you.

only registered users can see external links I lived the life of a millionaire, Spending my money, I didn't care I carried my friends out for a good time, Buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine Then I began to fall so low, I didn't have a friend, and no place to go So if I ever get my hand on a dollar again, I'm gonna hold on to it till them eagle's grin Nobody knows you when you down and out In my pocket not one penny, And my friends I haven't any But If I ever get on my feet again, Then I'll meet my long lost friend It's mighty strange, without a doubt Nobody knows you when you down and out I mean when you down and out Mmmmm, when you're down and out, Mmmmm, not one penny And my friends I haven't any, Mmmmm, well I felt so low Nobody wants me round their door, Mmmmm, without a doubt, No man can use you wen you down and out I mean when you down and out

- the in

in the bin of a truck full of wheat.

That a beauty

MILK by Matthew Evans

Grateful Dead "Brown-Eyed Woman"

Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come to me?"

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on

1920 when he stepped to the bar
Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar
1930 when the wall caved in
He made his way selling red-eyed gin

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on

Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
Two times over and the rest were sins
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad
Didn't get the licking's that the other ones had

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on

Tumble down shack on Big Foot county
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
Delilah Jones went to meet her God
And the old man never was the same again

Daddy made whiskey and he made it well
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell
I cut hickory just to fire the still
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on

Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies said, "Please
Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come to me?"

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's getting on

Don't Forget to Miss Me
Harry Manx
Turn 'round don't keep running straight out the door
You're caught between a rock and somethin'
hurtin' at the core

You jumped the wire and headed down on old Montgomery lane
You were halfway home to heaven child when you heard that voice again

She said, always keep me close
even cross a distant sea
One more thing, before i go
don't you forget to miss me

She said she's gonna make it back,
could be any day
It's not so much the waiting
as not knowing what to say

Trouble came to tear him down,
laid his plans to waste
Thoughts of her keep comin' strong
It's a feeling he can taste

He sent her words as sweet as wine
and stars on a full moon night
She sent him kisses soft as rain
all bathed in a summers light

The day drew near
when they would meet,
she rose two hours fore dawn
She tried so hard not to cry but now the tears had come
Written by: Kevin Mackenzie
Album: Wise and Otherwise
Released: 2007
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Sloop John B

The Beach Boys

We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town, we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home, ay-yeah-ay
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone? Yeah, yeah
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B's sail)
See how the mainsail sets (see how the mainsail sets)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Let me go home

(Why don't you let me go?)
Hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B)
Feel so broke up, I wanna go home
Let me go home

The poor cook, he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home?
This is the worst trip I've ever been on

So hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B's sail)
See how the mainsail sets (see how the mainsail sets)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Let me go home

Written by: Brian Wilson

Album: Pet Sounds

Released: 1966

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Female at 18, Male at 22.