So sing for every buried moment
That you’d thought would never end
And sing your fears about the future
And a dirge for faded friends
For all the love that you had held to
Why it somehow failed to keep
And sing each minute you’ve been frightened
Every hour that you’ve lost sleep
And sing for all your friends and family
Sing for those who didn’t survive
But sing not for their final outcome
Sing a song of how they tried
We live amidst a violent storm;
Leaves us unsatisfied at best
So fill your heart with what’s important
And be done with all the rest🎶
Now I got a reason, now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I’m still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
Sensurround sound in a two-inch wall
Well I was waiting for the communist call
I dared to ask for sunshine, and I got World War III
I’m looking over the wall and they’re looking at me!
Now I got a reason, now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I’m still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
They’re staring all night and
They’re staring all day
I had no reason to be here at all
But now I gotta reason, it’s no real reason
And I’m waiting at Berlin Wall
I’m gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I don’t understand this thing at all
I’m gonna go over and over the Berlin Wall
I’m gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I’m gonna go over the Berlin Wall
Claustrophobia, there’s too much paranoia
There’s too many closets, oh, when will we fall?
And now I gotta reason
It’s no real reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
I gotta go over the Wall
I don’t understand this thing at all
It’s third rate B-Movie show
Cheap dialogue, cheap essential scenery
I gotta go over the wall
I wanna go over the Berlin Wall
Before me come over the Berlin Wall
I don’t understand this bit at all
I’m gonna go over the wall
I’m gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I’m gonna go over the Berlin Wall
Before me come over the Berlin Wall
I don’t understand this thing at all
Please don’t be waiting for me
Let’s Work Together-Canned Heat
The lead singer’s nickname was “Straight” (didn’t look too “straight” to me; but it’s probably a play on his being a teetotaler -a rarity, at that time, when you consider the screaming song title on the album: AMPHETAMINE ANNIE -pre-PMRC; link…)
Tip: This and the Troggs’ Wild Thing are the easiest songs to fake at karaoke (should a gun ever get held to your head to do that…) Just join in on the chorus background…
Shouldnt we just karaoke all day everyday for no reason ? I vote yes on proposition “fun”
If anyone could do up a “project proposal” for why we should be dancing and/or singing karaoke 24/7 i would appreciate it.
So sing for every buried moment
so frikkin cool
