Name That Tune

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

back and forth, i sway with the wind
resolution slips away again
right through my fingers, back into my heart
where it's outa reach and it's in the dark
sometimes i think i'm blind
or i maybe just paralyzed

here's something from the late 80's Mutt
I CHALLANGE YOU

 

[moth]

Faith No More
Falling To Pieces

 

[Mutt]

Man, you read my mind B. Grunt. I was going to post Epic lyrics. Well Moth you beat me to the draw.

Well here is one. I am going to make this one tough. Better be old school skater type. All chorus has benn ommitted,

all the locals hide their tears of regret
open fire cos i love you to death
sky high, with a heartache of stone
you'll never see me cos i'm always alone

how to love without a trace of dissent
i'll buy the torture cos you pay for the rent
tied high with a broken command
you're all alone to the promised land

i'm in love with this malicious intent
you've been taken but you don't know it yet
what you will know must never live to be found
cos it's the subject of the eyes of the clown

 

[moth]

Ministry - NWO

 

[Mutt]

you better not be cheatin moth. hahahahahahahaha

 

[moth]

you got any more

 

[El Diablo Verde]

anybody got a shot at mine?

 

[flipmode]

can we get some more songs please

 

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

here ya go. this should be easy.

I see you there with your
Shut eye grin i got my eyes on you
Ya shake your tail feathers in my face
And don't tell me what ta do
Well looky here it's in your face
Cause the magics in my hands
When in doubt whip it out
I got me a rock and roll band

 

[Mutt]

Yep, Ted Nugent: free for all. Re-read it. El Diablo is it Deep Purple?
another easy one:

Ev'ry night when the sun goes down
Just another lonely boy in town
And she's out runnin' 'round

She wasn't just another woman
And I couldn't keep from comin' on
It's been so long
Oh, and it's a hollow feelin' when
It comes down to dealin' friends
It never ends

 

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

easy. the eagles. can't remember the name of the tune but i know it's the eagles.

 

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

somethings wrong because my mind is fading
everywhere i look theres a dead end waiting
temperatures dropping at the rotten oasis
stealing kisses from the leperous faces

heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
mouthwash jukebox gasoline
pistols are pointing at a poormans pockets
smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets

 

[moth]

beth

 

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

beth

nope that's not it. try again.

 

[El Diablo Verde]

Yeah mutt, it's Deep Purple.
B. Grunt, it's beck, Devil Haircut

How bout this one guys.

Mr. City policeman sitting pretty little policeman in a row,
See how they fly
Like Lucy in the sky
See how they run. I’m crying - I’m crying I’m crying.
Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic
Priestess boy you been a naughty girl,
You let your knickers down.
chorus
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun,
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan from
Standing in the English rain.
chorus
Expert texpert choking smokers
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you? Ha ha ha!
See how they smile,
Like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied. I’m crying.
Semoline pilchards climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Khrishna
Man you should have seen them
Kicking Edgar Allen Poe.

WAY TOO EASY

 

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

the beatles / i am the walrus

way to easy.

 

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

here ya go. no cheating either.

Well the kids are all hopped
up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfboards
And they're going to the
Discotheque Au go go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well the New York City really has is all
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

 

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

can't anyone guess the last song? here is another.


She wears hot leather just to satisfy
She really throws it around
There ain't one thing she can't afford to buy
She's the richest ***** in town
Her big fat daddy was a money machine
He made a fortune from computers
She got more money than i've ever seen
But she's a greedy emotional looter

 

[rasta]

chester thompson is a ******* god

 

[THE BROTHER'S GRUNT]

here ya go. no cheating either.

Well the kids are all hopped
up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfboards
And they're going to the
Discotheque Au go go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well the New York City really has is all
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

no takers. it's the Ramones / Sheena is a punk rocker