Music = Literature. Authors & Their Stories in Song. Presented by Sara Saxton. Ramble on Led Zeppelin.
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Mine's a tale that can't be told, my freedom I hold dear. How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air. T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair. But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her, her, her....yeah.
Wake.. from your sleepThe drying of your tearsToday we escape, we escapePack.. and get dressedBefore your father hears usBefore all hell breaks looseBreathe, keep breathingDon't lose your nerveBreathe, keep breathingI can't do this aloneSing.. us a songA song to keep us warmThere's such a chill, such a chill
Billy Liar's got his hands in his pocketsStaring over at the neighbor's, knickers down.He's got his knickers down.So the summer is eternity for you?Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down,He's shaking you down.And the mailroom shift gets a real short shriftAs you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around,All skulking around.Let your legs loll on the lino'Til your sinews spoil.Will you stay here for a while, dear,'Til the radio plays something familiar?Plays something familiar.*This book also inspired a song by The Smiths
I know this super highway This bright familiar sun I guess that I'm the lucky one Who wrote that tired sea song Set on this peaceful shore You think you've heard this one before Well the danger on the rocks is surely past Still I remain tied to the mast Could it be that I have found my home at last Home at last
nowhere in the corridors of pale green and greynowhere in the suburbsin the cold light of daythere in the midst of it so alive and alonewords support like bonedreaming of mercy st.wear your inside outdreaming of mercyin your daddy's arms againdreaming of mercy st.'swear they moved that signdreaming of mercyin your daddy's arms
I can't remember anythingCan't tell if this is true or dreamDeep down inside I feel the screamThis terrible silence stops it thereNow that the war is through with meI'm waking up, I cannot seeThat there's not much left of meNothing is real but pain nowHold my breath as I wish for deathOh please god, wake me
With all the grain of babylonTo cultivate, to make us strongAnd hidden here behind the wallsAre shoulders wide and timber on'Til the war came'Til the war cameA terrible autonomyHas grafted onto you and meOur trust put in the governmentThey told their lies as heaven-sent'Til the war came'Til the war came
Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and Wouldn't you love to love her?Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and Who will be her lover?All your life you've never seenA woman taken by the windWould you stay if she promised you heaven?Will you ever win?
Are you such a dreamerTo put the world to rightsI'll stay home foreverWhere two and two always makes a fiveI'll lay down the tracksSandbag and hideJanuary has April showersAnd two and two always makes a fiveIt's the devil's way nowThere is no way outYou can scream and you can shoutIt is too late now
Are you scared to walk through the hallways? Are you worried that the spiders run away? Are you petrified of being petrified? Are we going to have to save the school again? We've got to save Ginny Weasley from the Basilisk We've got to save the school from that unseen horror We've got to save Ginny Weasley from the Basilisk We've got to save the school again