“Bennie And The Jets” - Elton John

Hey kids shake it loose together
The spotlight's hittin' something that's been known to change the weather
We'll kill the fatted calf tonight so stick around
You're gonna hear electric music solid walls of sound
Say Candy and Ronnie have you seen them yet?
Woo
But they're so spaced out
Be-Be-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really clean
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, no oh
Be-Be-Bennie and the Jets

Hey kids plug into the faithless maybe they're blinded
But Bennie makes them ageless
We shall survive let us take ourselves along
Where we fight our parents out in the streets to find who's right and who's wrong
Oh Candy and Ronnie have you seen them yet?
Oh but they're so spaced out
Be-Be-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really clean
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, no oh
Be-Be-Bennie and the Jets
Oh Candy and Ronnie have you seen them yet?
Oh but they're so spaced out
Be-Be-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really clean
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, no oh
Be-Be-Bennie and the Jets

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Bennie and the Jets
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Bennie and the Jets
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Bennie Bennie Bennie and the Jets
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Bennie and the Jets
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“Red Red Wine” - UB40

Red red wine
Goes to my head
Makes me forget that I...
Still need her so

Red red wine
It's up to you
All I can do, I've done
Memories won't go
Memories won't go

I'd have sworn that with time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong, now I find
Just one thing makes me forget

Red red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearing apart
My blue heart

I'd have sworn that with time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong, now I find
Just one thing makes me forget

Red red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearing apart
My blue, blue heart

Red red wine you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
Red red wine, you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollars when you're just in my hand
Red red wine, you make me feel so sad
Any time I see you go, it makes me feel bad
Red red wine, you make me feel so fine
Monkey back and ease up on the sweet deadline
Red red wine, you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing, you make me do my own thing
Red red wine, you give enough of love
You're kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine, I loved you right from the start
Right from the start, with all of my heart
Red red wine in an eighties style
Red red wine in a modern beat style

Yeah
Give me a little time, let me clear out my mind
Give me a little time, let me clear out my mind
Give me red wine, the kind make me feel fine
You make me feel fine all of the time
Red red wine, you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him Rizla pon the sweet deep line
The line broke, the monkey get chocked
Bunjah, ganjapani, little rubber boat
Red red wine, I'm gonna hold on to you
Hold on to you cause I know you love truth
Red red wine, I'm gonna love you 'till I die
Love you 'till I die and that's no lie
Red red wine, can't get you off my mind
Wherever you may be, I'll surely find
I'll surely find
Make no fuss, just stick with us

Give me a little time, let me clear out my mind
Give me a little time, let me clear out my mind
Give me red wine, the kind make me feel fine
You make me feel fine all of the time
Red red wine, you make me feel so fine
Monkey back and ease up on the sweet deadline
The line broke, the monkey get chocked
Bunjah, ganjapani, little rubber boat

Red red wine, you give me not awful love
You're kind of loving like blessing from above
Red red wine, I loved you right from the start
Right from the start, with all of my heart
Red red wine, you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing, you make me do my own thing
Red red wine in an eighties style
Red red wine in a modern beat style
Yeah

Red red wine, you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
Red red wine, you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollars when you just in my hand
Red red wine, you make me feel so sad
Any time I see you go
It make me feel bad

“Spill The Wine” - War, with Eric Burdon

I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day
When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest
In a big field of tall grass
I laid there in the sun and felt it caressing my face
As I fell asleep and dreamed
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
And that I was the star of the movie
This really blew my mind
The fact that me, an overfed long-haired leaping gnome
Should be the star of a Hollywood movie, hm
But there I was, mm
I was taken to a place
The hall of the mountain kings
I stood high upon a mountain top
Naked to the world
In front of
Every kind of girl
There was long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones
Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones
Out of the middle came a lady
She whispered in my ear
Something crazy
She said

Spill the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, take that pearl

I thought to myself, what could that mean?
Am I going crazy, or is this just a dream?
Now wait a minute
I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere
So it's all in my head
And then I heard her say one more time

Spill the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, take that pearl

I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
In her hand was a bottle of wine
In the other a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
And raised it to her lips
And just before she drank it, she said

Take the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, take that pearl, uh-huh, uh-huh
Spill the wine, take that pearl
Take that pearl, yeah
It's all yours
All you gotta do is spill that wine
Spill that wine, let me feel, let me feel hot, yeah, yeah, oh, uh-huh
Spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine
Spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine
Take that pearl
It's all yours

I wholeheartedly concur! The entitlement shown by western Europe proves just how spoiled that collective society has become. Without the U.S., they would likely be speaking Russian in The Hague right now!

You don’t go out much, do you? Freedom to roam is primarily Nordic. You sabot wearers wouldn’t know that, which is to be expected, as you tend to be preoccupied mainly with a lot of navel gazing there in the low lands, due to your American subsidized standard of living.

Hah! That’s rich! As if your economy was solely responsible for your entitlement and privilege! The very idea! You people haven’t had to work hard for anything since 1946!

The MAIN reason you smug indulged Euros have an alleged higher standard of living (if living in a gilded cage can be considered “higher,” that is), is because the United States has subsidized your indulgent lifestyle with FOREIGN AID for decades. WE paid for your soft living with our tax dollars! You are SPONSORED! The entire continent is on American-style welfare!

Without the U.S., and its money, you’d still be riding bicycles without tires on the rims, just like you did when you let the German boot come down on your collective throat a few decades ago.

You’d sell out your neighbors just for a little comfort! You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again, if it came to that! You’d roll over and expose your bellies at the drop of a hat! You have no moral standing to be as smug as you present yourself, and yet, here you are, doing just that!

I also love that your precious EU is now showing some signs of panic as U.S. military personnel are now being withdrawn from western Europa and headed for Poland! At least the Poles still appreciate what the U.S. is capable of doing.

Know the difference!

there /ᴛʜâr/

adverb

1. At or in that place.
"sit over there."
2. To, into, or toward that place.
"wouldn't go there again."
3. At that stage, moment, or point.
"Stop there before you make any more mistakes."

(The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition)

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their /ᴛʜâr/

adjective

1. Used as a modifier before a noun.
"their accomplishments; their home town."
2. His, her, or its.

preposition

1. The possessive case of the personal pronoun they.
"their houses; their country"

(The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition)

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they’re (contraction)

t͟hər, ˈt͟her

: they are

NOTE: Do not confuse they're with their or there. Their has to do with what belongs to or is associated with them ("their new car"), while there has meanings that mostly relate to a literal or abstract location ("moving away from there," "there it is," "a friend who's there for you”).

(Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

“Hotel California” - The Eagles

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes-Benz, uh
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they danced in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

So I called up the captain
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave"

I got mine. You get yours.

Nice!

Auto correct is the DEVIL!

“Spirit In The Sky” - Norman Greenbaum

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When they lay me down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky

Goin' up to the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)
That's where I'm gonna go when I die (when I die)
When I die and they lay me to rest
I'm gonna go to the place that's the best

Prepare yourself, you know it's a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He's gonna recommend you to the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)

Whoa, he'll recommend you to the spirit in the sky
That's where you're gonna go when you die (when you die)
When you die, and they lay you to rest
You're gonna go to the place that's the best

Never been a sinner, I've never sinned
I've got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He's gonna set me up with the spirit in the sky

Whoa, set me up with the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)
That's where I'm gonna go when I die (when I die)
When I die and they lay me to rest
I'm gonna go to the place that's the best
Go to the place that's the best

Yeah!

I wish people would learn how to SPELL!

“Going Up The Country” - Canned Heat

I'm going up the country
Baby, don't you wanna go?
I'm going up the country
Baby, don't you wanna go?
I'm going to some place
Where I've never been before

I'm going, I'm going
Where the water tastes like wine
I'm going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water
Stay drunk all the time

I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay

Now baby, pack your leaving trunk, you know we've got to leave today
Just exactly where we're going I cannot say
But we might even leave the U.S.A.
'Cause there's a brand new game that I wanna play

No use of you running or screaming and crying
'Cause you've got a home, man
Long as I've got mine

“Shine On You Crazy Diamond” - Pink Floyd

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,
And sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!

“Blue Jay Way” - The Beatles

There's a fog upon L.A.,
And my friends have lost their way.
"We'll be over soon," they said.
Now they've lost themselves instead

Please don't be long
Please don't you be very long
Please don't be long for I may be asleep

Well, it only goes to show
And I told them where to go
Ask a policeman on the street
There's so many there to meet

Please don't be long
Please don't you be very long
Please don't be long for I may be asleep

Now it's past my bed I know
And I'd really like to go
Soon will be the break of day
Sitting here in Blue Jay Way

Please don't be long
Please don't you be very long
Please don't be long for I may be asleep

Please don't be long
Please don't you be very long
Please don't be long

Please don't be long
Please don't you be very long
Please don't be long

Please don't be long
Please don't you be very long
Please don't be long

Don't be long, don't be long, don't be long
Don't be long, don't be long, don't be long

“Babe” - Styx

Babe, I'm leaving, I must be on my way
The time is drawing near
My train is going, I see it in your eyes
The love beneath your tears

But I'll be lonely without you
And I'll need your love to see me through
So, please believe me, my heart is in your hand
And I'll be missing you

'Cause you know it's you, babe
Whenever I get weary, and I've had enough
Feel like giving up
You know it's you, babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please, believe that it's true
Babe, I love you

You know it's you, babe
Whenever I get weary, and I've had enough
Feel like giving up
You know it's you, babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please, believe that it's true
Babe, I love you

Babe, I'm leaving, I'll say it once again
And somehow try to smile
I know the feeling, we're trying to forget
If only for a while

'Cause I'll be lonely without you
And I'll need your love to see me through
Please, believe me, my heart is in your hands
'Cause I'll be missing you

Babe, I love you
Babe, I love you
Ooh-ooh-ooh, babe

“Fame” - David Bowie

Fame (fame) makes a man take things over
Fame (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame (fame) puts you there where things are hollow
Fame (fame)

Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you in... sane (sane)
Fame (fame)

Fame (fame) what you like is in the limo
Fame (fame) what you get is no tomorrow
Fame (fame) what you need you have to borrow
Fame (fame)

Fame, "Nein! It's mine!" is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to... crime
Fame (fame)

Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Could it, babe? Could it, babe?

Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame (fame) fame, fame, fame (fame)
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame (fame)

Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on... pain (pain)
(Fame)

Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame
What's your name?

(Feeling so gay, feeling gay)

Heffalumps and woozles, some with dirty feet.

Yup. The older I get, the more I like dick!

What do you know about freedom? You square heads gave up your liberties years ago for security, including cradle to grave state-sponsored welfare, and you are now beginning to lose even that!

If not for American foreign and military aid over the past 80+ years, you’d be speaking either German or Russian right now! And, you would most certainly not smugly bragging about your “superior” healthcare system, one that has been funded by the American tax payer since the end of World War II, a war your underwater nation could not prevent or even fight once your German neighbors came in uninvited.

You people couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag! You NEED the U.S. just to exist.

You wouldn’t know better if it kicked you in the box.

Did I touch a nerve? How is it you have the time to spend hours looking up biased political nonsense and then posting it on a site that features photographs of people with strings tied around their balls? Don’t you have a job?

My guess is, no, you do not have a job. You’re one of those Euro-trash welfare leeches who maintains a sense of undeserved self-righteous smugness because of all the state-funded leisure time you receive which you believe belongs to you merely because you exist.

You have more time than sense, and most certainly, no purpose in life.

You have that option. Just don’t say it to your government. You live in a police state and you refuse to recognize it.

AND, you have no way to protect yourself from it! That is the irony of you smug attitude.

Better to die on your feet, than to live on your knees. As a wise man once said, we have a moral obligation to ignore immoral laws.

You’re already willing to be enslaved. Attitudes like yours is why there is evil in the world. You’re willing to accept it, so long as it leaves you alone, if just for a little while.

When the boot is on your throat, it doesn’t matter if it is a Right one or a Left one.

“Piano Man” - Billy Joel

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sittin' next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"

La, la-la, di-di-da
La-la, di-di-da, da-dum

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As a smile ran away from his face
"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da
La-la, di-di-da, da-dum

Now Paul is a real-estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Sing us the song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da
La-la, di-di-da, da-dum

Sing us the song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright