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I made a rock' n 'roll sin
When I tried givin' in to
make money had to turn down low.
They said, "why be proud, don't play so loud,
be like us and get a sound that's real thin.
Wear a polyester suit, act happy look cute,
get a haircut and buy small gear"
That's when I turned to them and said,
"hold it, right there!"

Well it's more to me than just a job,
and while I'm playin' you won't get robbed.
Nobody tells a man how to play,
It just ain't that way hey, hey, hey,
Can you hear me say

All men play on ten,
never gonna turn down again.
All men play on ten,
never gonna turn down.

I'm jet fuel honey, plug me into 220
Step back and let my fingers fly
While I'm burning up my gear
There's a fire in your ear
That won't stop until the day you die.

I really put it to the floor when I hear the crowd roar
Oh it's music to my ears when they scream
Then I run back to the power rack
and deck all of my gear.

Well it's more to me than just a job,
and while I'm playin' you won't get robbed.
Nobody tells a man how to play,
It just ain't that way hey, hey, hey,
can you hear me say

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Not really a poem, not really about DJ's

But I didn't get your point either, so it's allowed

 

Hear the rime of the ancient mariner,
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests,
Stay here and listen the nightmares of the sea

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by,
caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice,
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross,
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings

And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen,
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears they justify him,
And make themselves a part of the crime

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'til all is calm

The albatross begins with its vengeance,
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner,
About his neck the dead bird is hung

And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me

Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink.

There, calls the Mariner, there comes a ship of the line
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide?

See...onward she comes, onward she nears, out of the sun
See...she has no crew, she has no life, wait but there's two

Death and she Life in Death, they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then...crew one by one, they drop down dead, two hundred men
She...She Life in Death, she lets him live, her chosen one

"One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang, and cursed me with his eye
four times fifty living men, (and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump, they dropped down one by one."

The curse it lives on in their eyes,
The mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures, but they lived on, so did he
And by the light of the moon,
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them, God's creatures all of them too

Then the spell starts to break,
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea,
Then down in falls comes the rain

Solo

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen,
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits,
None of them speak and they're lifeless in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies,
Form their own light and the mariner's left alone

And then a boat came sailing toward him,
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit,
Penance of life will fall onto him

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins

The mariner's bound to tell of his story,
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example,
That we must love all things that God made

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.....

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