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Pete's Music City

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Well… Northern Georgia, highway 41, Beside the carpet mill and the gas station There was a music store, slash radio shack With the sound of dreamers jamming in the back Well we rocked all night and we rolled all day We never bought nothin' but we sure did play The music was loud and the girls were pretty There was always some magic down at Pete's Music City We had electric guitars just a gathering' dust And a chrome mic stand with just a little bit of rust And a couple of amps with the volume on 10 When the last bell rings that's when the music begins And we rocked all night… And we rolled all day We never bought nothin' but we sure did play The music was loud and the girls were pretty There was always some magic down at Pete's music city Well the years have been long, and they ain't been kind And they say all that's left is the old faded sign But the music's still ringing loud in my heart Down at Pete's Music City where I got my start Well we rocked all night… And we rolled all day We never bought nothin' but we sure did play The music was loud and the girls were pretty There was always some magic down at Pete's Music City We rocked all night and we rolled all day We never bought nothin' but we sure did play The music was loud and the girls were pretty There was always some magic down at Pete's Music City

Play That Song Again

JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS "Up Your Alley"
(J. Jett/R. Byrd/F. Carillo) Twenty one and lost out on the street You won't take nobody's sympathy Back at home you reached for love But you was turned away Black and blue you cry most every night You tell your friends that everything's all right Hoping when you closed your eyes It all will go away (But with the music loud) (Your life gets better somehow) All right play that song again All night and never let it end You'll find something there for you All right it can get you through It's though there's someone trying to break you down There's a million takers in this town It's too hard when no one even wants to understand Guitar coming from a radio Always takes you where you wanna go Somehow all your troubles always seem to fade away (But with the music loud) (Your life gets better somehow) All right play that song again All night and never let it end You'll find something there for you All right it can get you through Guitar coming from a radio Always takes you where you wanna go (But with the music loud) (Your life gets better somehow) All right play that song again All night and never let it end You'll find something there for you All right it can get you through All right all night All right all night

Friday Night Alone

JJ DEMON "Funeral Disco"
Everyone, look into the television now, Hell has risen outta the elements in the ground Fellowship of the sound, Always looking ahead with a final glance back before we put it to bed It's as good as it gets Wouldn't it get any better if you were my editor? Oh you think you're so very clever? Well you're not. Robots roam the perimeter Minister on the soapbox, so very sinister, Isn't it possible to feel better than alive? There's only one way to find out, you better hide Music has never been described as this before, Kiss your forever a goodbye, better be advised, Weather we decide to level everything or not, Everybody dies Bombs away! Bombs away! Bombs away! Yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And we can dance all night in the fiery glow, When they burn down this whole city So yes, I'm sure, That this is going to mean war, When you're locked in the cellar with your loved ones fella, But someone's at the door So yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And you can spend your Friday nights alone, When they burn down this whole city Everyone, look into the television now, We need medicine, we need medicine, Put it on the front page and bold the lettering The media's seen enough Leno and Dave Letterman It's plans for the poor being lost and editing Toss the prejudice out of this seventh story, Before we see hell on Earth, The presence of Heaven's glory, They don't give a fuck about us dying, It's a science of making money by taking it from somebody as broke as I am Open up an eye and just look at all the disease, Crooked politicians are putting on a routine They're talking about taxes when the fact is, When half the fucking country is still in the short, Cause if their tax bracket Now we live in the old shell of a hospital, Cause you made health care impossible People are dying in a war? Well back home more people are dying cause they're poor! Yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And we can dance all night in the fiery glow, When they burn down this whole city So yes, I'm sure, That this is going to mean war, When you're locked in the cellar with your loved ones fella, But someone's at the door So yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And you can spend your Friday nights alone, When they burn down this whole city Yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And we can dance all night in the firey glow, When they burn down this whole city So yes, I'm sure, That this is going to mean war, When you're locked in the cellar with your loved ones fella, But someone's at the door So yes, I'm pretty, Sure that this won't be pretty And you can spend your Friday nights alone, When they burn down this whole city Everyone, look into the television now...

Magic Every Moment

DAN FOGELBERG "River Of Souls"
I awoke this morning to a shattering sound And I went downstairs and found these shards of glass strewn all around And there upon the floor I found this poor broken dove And it made me realize how very fragile is this life that we so love I came back up to bed and I held you so tight And I prayed up to the Father, oh I prayed with all my might That He'd always keep you with me, that He'd always keep you safe And when I went downstairs I found that dove had somehow up and flown away There's a magic every moment There's a miracles each day There's a magic every moment Oh won't you let the music play Oh won't you let the music play On a high and windy island I was gazing out to sea When a long forgotten feeling came and took control of me It was then the clouds burst open and the sun came pouring through When it hit those dancing waters in an instant all eternity I knew There's so much we take for granted, there's so much we never say We get caught up in the motion of just a living day to day We are fettered to the future, we are prisoners of the past And we never seem to notice 'til our lives have finally slipped right through our grasp There's a magic every moment There's a miracles each day There's a magic every moment Oh won't you let the music play Oh won't you let the music play You can see forever in a single drop of dew You can see that same forever if you look down deep inside of you There's a spark of the creator in every living thing He respects me when I work but He so loves me when I sing There's a magic every moment There's a miracles each day There's a magic every moment Oh won't you let the music play Oh won't you let the music play There's a magic every moment There's a miracles each day There's a magic every moment Oh won't you let the music play Oh won't you let the music play

Bob Robert's Society Band

JIMMY BUFFETT "Banana Wind"
Well, You've heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade You've heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades, It's a melting pot existence That is hard to contemplate And a never ending battle in the Sunshine State. But far, far away from the front page news, Far, far away from the headline blues, Down a secondary road that severely shows its age The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage. It's the Bob Robert's Society Band. Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand. They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd. Well, the word goes out From Melbourne to the Keys. The faithful get the message Like it's written on the breeze. Young folks, old folks, 'Bout to cut a rug Fox Trot, Bunny Hop, Do the Jitterbug, To the Bob Robert's Society Band. Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand. They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd. I saw mini vans from Boca, Buses from Perrine. There were people speaking Hindu In the Bar-B-Que line. A couple on their honeymoon Looked a bit confused. But the boys in the band put 'em right in the mood. They played..... A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone. She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat. By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street. They'd died and gone to heaven, That lively little crowd, Trombones and saxophones Sent 'em through the clouds. It could have gone all night But the party had to stop. When they blew the circuit breaker In the souvenir shop. It's the Bob Robert's Society Band Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand They don't play grunge and they don't play loud It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd. It's the Bob Robert's Society Band Playing every Sunday down at the Orange Grove Stand They don't play grunge and they don't play loud It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

I Always Knew

JEM "Down To Earth"
I always knew I would one day be here But I couldn't be a puppet on a string I've had my fights often I've been KO'd But I've got back up no I won't give in And now I know how it works If you're too nice, you lose I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for Remember back to a bench in Wales Where two young boys started mocking me I looked at them thought I'll show you one day But I didn't fight or stand up for me And that young girl's learnt the hard way If you're too nice, you lose I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for I'll make it crystal clear I am not going anywhere As long as there is music I'll be here, here I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do I've sold you a million baby not just maybe that's for sure Given the chance I'll show you I can sell a zillion more

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