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Well, I'm a gonna raise a fuss Yes, I'm gonna raise a holler About working all summer just a trying to earn a dollar Well, I went to the boss man, tried to get a break Sometimes I wonder I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well, my mama papa told me Son, you gotta earn some money If you wanna use the car to go riding next Sunday Well, I wouldn't go to work I told the boss I was sick Sometimes I wonder I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take two weeks, going to have a fine vacation Going to take my problem to the United Nations Well I went to my congressman and he said quote Sometimes I wonder I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Sick at heart and lonely Deep in dark despair Thinking one thought only Where is she? Tell me, where? And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've got a heart full of soul And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've got a heart full of soul She's been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her that I'll be there And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've got a heart full of soul
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I've got to beware I think it's time we stop, children What's that sound? Everybody look what's going down There's bad lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind I think it's time we stop, children What's that sound? Everybody look what's going down What a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singin' songs and they're carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side I think it's time we stop Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you're always afraid Step out of line The man come and take you away I think it's time we stop Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Everybody look what's going down
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Until the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked The Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Until the day I die People tend to hate me Because I never smile As I ransack their homes They want to shake my hand Focusing on nowhere Investigating miles They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Until the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile? I'm happy when life's good And when it's bad, I cry I've got values, but I don't know how or why I'm looking for me You're looking for you We're looking in at other And we don't know what to do They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Until the day I die
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Well, hello Mr. Soul I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head Is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face Could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change But a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown When the messenger brought me a letter I was raised by the praise of a fan Who said I upset her Any girl in the world Could have easily known me better She said, "You're strange But don't change" And I let her In a while will the smile on my face Turn to plaster? Stick around while the clown who is sick Does the trick of disaster For the race of my head and my face Is moving much faster Is it strange, I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her? Is it strange, I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her? Is it strange, I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green But will they still be seen? When time and tide have been Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Fall into your passing hands Please don't destroy these lands Don't make them desert sands Soon I hope that I will find Thoughts deep within my mind That won't disgrace my kind
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above for mercy, "Save me, if You please." I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by Well, I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side You can still barrel house baby on the river side Well, I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side You can still barrel house baby on the river side You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown That I got the crossroad blues this morning, Lord, baby I'm sinking down You can run, you can run, tell my friend, boy Willie Brown Oh run, you can run, tell my friend, boy Willie Brown And I'm standing at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026