Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down,
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire,
The ring of fire.

 

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
Oh and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

 

Men called him Thû, and as a god,
in after days beneath his rod,
his ghastly temples in the shade.
Not yet by man enthralled adored,
now he was Morgoth’s mightiest lord,
Master of Wolves, whose shivering howl,
for ever echoed in the hills,
and foul enchantment and dark sigaldry,
did weave and wield. In glamoury,
that necromancer held his hosts,
of phantoms and of wandering ghosts,
of misbegotten or spell-wronged,
monsters that about him thronged,
working his bidding dark and vile:
the werewolves of the Wizards Isle.

 

In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt down I'm after you
Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt down I'm after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf

 

Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk, the Law runneth forward and back —
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

 

I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won

 

Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free—
The herds are shut in byre and hut,
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call! — Good hunting, all,
That keep the Jungle Law!

 

I'm gonna wait 'till the midnight hour
That's when my love come tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'till the midnight hour
When there' no one else around
I'm gonna take you, girl, and hold you
And do all things I told you, in the midnight hour

 

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by.

Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk.
Laces for a lady; letters for a spy,
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

 

And it's run for the roses
As fast as you can
You fate is delivered
Your moment's at hand
It's the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined
In the dance
It's high time you joined
In the dance

 

"Will you walk a little faster?”
said a whiting to a snail.
“There’s a porpoise close behind us,
and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and
the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle—
will you come and join the dance?"

Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you,
will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you,
won’t you join the dance?

 

I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
I introduced her to my loved one
And while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me

I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darling the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz

 

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive", said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me."
"Oh, You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me."

 

Casey would waltz With the strawberry blonde,
And the band played on.
He'd glide 'cross the floor With the girl he adored,
And the band played on.

 

I went into a public 'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, " We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
Oh it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away ",
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins," when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
Oh it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins," when the band begins to play.

 

Oh, I know when Mary Jo's been dancin'
Here in New Orleans
In this smoke-filled honky-tonk
They call the land of dreams
Whoah, here she comes a-struttin'
In her birthday clothes
Say has anybody seen my
Sweet gypsy Rose?

 

shall we dance
on a bright cloud of music
shall we dance
shall we dance
shall we then say goodnight and mean goodbye
oh perchance when the last little star has left the sky
shall we still be together with our arms around each other
and shall you be my new romance
on the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen
shall we dance shall we dance shall we dance

 

There may be trouble ahead,
But while there's music and moonlight,
And love and romance,
Let's face the music and dance.

 

I'm with you once more under the stars,
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the beguine.

 

And now, I'm glad I didn't know,
the way it all would end,
the way it all would go.

Our lives, are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain.
But I'd had to miss the dance.

 

Ok, so I can post all my song lyrics here as well

You dress in pink and blue just like a child. Joe Jackson, Steppin Out

 

And then they suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper
Please adore me
And when I looked
The moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

 

I see a bad moon a-rising,
I see trouble on the way,
I see earthquakes and lightnin',
I see bad times today.

Don't go 'round tonight,
It's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

 

And do you feel scared?
I do.
And if we throw it all away,
Things can only get better.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Howard Jones

 

The waves grew high, The ship began to roll,
The wind blew strong and the storm-bell toll'd,
The sailors muttered, “There must be a jinx on board."

The rain beat down, the lightning flashed,
The thunder roared and the top mast crashed,
The sailors muttered, “There sure is a jinx on board”.

Soon all the sailors were decided,
That someone in the passengers or crew,
Had brought down an evil look upon them,
So there was only one thing left to do:

They all drew lots, and it fell out
That Jonah lost and they gave a shout:
“The jinx is Jonah, just look what he has drawed!"
"Take that Jonah-man and throw him overboard!"