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The Ballad Of Blood Paradise
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Like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. With chunky peanut butter.
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BP are a bunch of corporate memory-destroying fret-wanking MTV-supporting fame-chasing money-grubbing grave-robbing publicity-loving nostril-hair-braiding vacuo
I recently discovered the strength my parents demonstrated during the difficult times that haunted my childhood. They shielded my siblings and me from a lot of the hardships they experienced, which allowed us to grow up to be happy, secure adults. As a parent now myself, I appreciate how difficult their task was. This song came to me when I was thinking about how I can live up to their example while raising my son. I wrote it for my son, but I now feel compelled to tell everyone about my parents' strengths. It is an absolute thrill having these lyrics published in a book that will reach an international audience. I believe that the theme of my song is universal, and I hope that it will inspire others all over the world to feel a similar gratitude toward anyone special in their lives.
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Charts
Peak #131
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Tom
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freeware
Uploaded
November 29, 2006
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MP3 8.5 MB 128 kbps 9:18
Story behind the song
The lyrics pretty much say it all. This is the way it went down, man
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We were there at the creation We’ll be here till the end We were there when doves were crying We were there when Satan grinned We’re from somewhere outside of time and space We’re only slightly like the human race We’re not Vanilla Ice We’re almost twice as nice We’re the motherfucking whites Known as blood paradise We got an invitation To play a real rock show It was the first time we’d been asked Since many years ago When we arrived they said that we couldn’t play But things worked out We got to anyway Keith and Linda tom and Dunstan And me without a pick Played the songs I learned to sing When my daddy beat me with a stick There were old hippies in the beer garden Jacking up the punk rock chicks On stage the rockin mongoloids Were playing heavy metal licks But the people really thought that we were strange When we took our place on stage at the Black Lake Grange Like a cross between Billy Joel And Courtney Love’s gaping Hole When Keith thorough his teeth into the audience That’s when I knew it was rock and roll
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