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re: Great Songs With No Chorus
Posted on 9/6/12 at 11:08 am to SJS101
Posted on 9/6/12 at 11:08 am to SJS101
The Gourds-Lower 48
This post was edited on 9/6/12 at 11:15 am
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Posted on 9/6/12 at 11:31 am to Zappas Stache
Posted on 9/6/12 at 12:22 pm to alajones
quote:
Hallelujah (a bunch of people)
Round Here (Counting Crows)
Everybody Hurts (REM)
I don't think you know what a chorus is..
Posted on 9/6/12 at 12:30 pm to TheDoc
Changed the Locks - Lucinda Williams
Posted on 9/6/12 at 1:59 pm to TFTC
Posted on 9/6/12 at 2:14 pm to oompaw
Black Flag - Wasted
The Who - Pinball Wizard
Band of Horses - The Great Salt Lake
Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph
Hows that for diversity?
The Who - Pinball Wizard
Band of Horses - The Great Salt Lake
Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph
Hows that for diversity?
Posted on 9/6/12 at 2:17 pm to oompaw
Posted on 9/6/12 at 2:25 pm to redtietiger
Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald (Gordon Lightfoot)
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At 7 p.m., it grew dark, it was then he said,)
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At 7 p.m., it grew dark, it was then he said,)
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"
Posted on 9/6/12 at 3:46 pm to oompaw
Someone already said "A Boy Named Sue".
Little known fact.....also, the first rap song. Either that, or Hank Snow's "I Been Everywhere".
Little known fact.....also, the first rap song. Either that, or Hank Snow's "I Been Everywhere".
Posted on 9/6/12 at 4:51 pm to TigerTreyjpg
Posted on 9/6/12 at 6:25 pm to DB10_AFC
quote:
Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph
Immediately what came to mind
Posted on 9/6/12 at 6:30 pm to TigerTreyjpg
Posted on 9/6/12 at 9:55 pm to Kafka
Posted on 9/6/12 at 11:09 pm to oompaw
Posted on 9/7/12 at 6:56 am to Kafka
Posted on 9/7/12 at 9:09 am to oompaw
Kwela by Jack Bruce
Posted on 9/7/12 at 11:47 am to Zappas Stache
Black Sabbath have lots of them:
Black Sabbath
War Pigs
Electric Funeral
Iron Man
Paranoid
Hand of Doom
Wicked World
Sweet Leaf
Supernaut
Into the Void
Just off the top of my head
Black Sabbath
War Pigs
Electric Funeral
Iron Man
Paranoid
Hand of Doom
Wicked World
Sweet Leaf
Supernaut
Into the Void
Just off the top of my head
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