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Tainted Love - Soft Cell

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to
Run away I’ve got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I’ve lost my light
For I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Oh tainted love
Tainted love

Now I know I’ve got to
Run away I’ve got to
Get away
You don’t really want it any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you’ll think love is to pray
But I’m sorry I don’t pray that way

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Oh tainted love
Tainted love

Don’t touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I’m going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love 
Tainted love, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love 
Touch me baby, tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love

Misty Mountain Hop - Led Zeppelin

Walkin’ in the park just the other day, baby
What do you what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin’ on the grass with flowers in their hair said
Hey Boy do you want to score?
And you know how it is
I really don’t know what time it was oh, oh
So I asked them if I could stay awhile

I didn’t notice but it had got very dark and I was really
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said
Please, hey, would we care to all get in line
Get in line
Well you know
They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, oh
Why don’t you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin’
Ah, not trying to fight it

You really don’t care if they’re coming oh, oh
I know that it’s all a state of mind, oh.
If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better
You better open your eyes
Folk down there really don’t care, really don’t care
Don’t care, really don’t
Which, which way the pressure lies
So I’ve decided what I’m gonna do now
So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now
Over the hills where the spirits fly, oh, I really don’t know

I was Only 19, Redgum

Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal 
It was a long march from cadets
The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left

And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean
And there’s me in me slouch hat with me SLR and greens
God help me - I was only nineteen

From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat
I’d been in and out of choppers now for months
And we made our tents a home, V.B. and pinups on the lockers
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can’t get to sleep? 
And night time’s just a jungle dark and a barking M.16? 
And what’s this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me - I was only nineteen

A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs
It was a war within yourself
But you wouldn’t let your mates down ‘til they had you dusted off
So you closed your eyes and thought about somethin’ else

And then someone yelled out “Contact”, and the bloke behind me swore
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar
And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon
God help me - he was goin’ home in June

And I can still see Frankie, drinkin' tinnies in the Grand Hotel 
On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau
And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
'Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row

And the Anzac legends didn’t mention mud and blood and tears
And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn’t even feel
God help me, I was only 19

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can’t get to sleep?
Any why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what’s this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me - I was only 19

Brown Eyed Woman - The Grateful Dead

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 pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting 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 pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting 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 lickin’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 pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.

Tumble down shack in 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 pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting 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,

Little Toy Soldier, David Bowie

Once upon a time there was a toy soldier and he lived in the play room

Once upon a time there was a toy soldier with a whip lash in his hand
And every night little girl sadie would take all her clothes off and wind up the toy soldier and he raised his whip and said

On your knees little sadie
Little sadie on your knees
Taste the whip and love not given likely
Taste the whip and bleed for me

Little sadie loved her little toy soldier
And she run home from school each

Little sadie loved her little toy soldier
And she locked her door so she could play

Little sadie got ambitious
And wound the clockworks so to tighter
So he could whip her harder and harder

On your knees little sadie
Little sadie on your knees
Taste the whip and love might given likely
Taste the whip and bleed for me

One day sadie wound and wound
And wound and wound
And wound and wound

Til suddenly the little toy soldier spring, went…

(ugly, beat her to death)

Ahhhh

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