Best SONG involving guns
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wolf_from_wv
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Might have missed it, but I didn't see it...
Momma, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger
Now he's dead
Momma, life had just begun
And now I've gone and thrown it all away
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
Bohemian Polka - Weird Al
Momma, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger
Now he's dead
Momma, life had just begun
And now I've gone and thrown it all away
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
Bohemian Polka - Weird Al
Justin
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I can't be the only person here who remembers Eddie Vedder getting his preach on with the song Glorified G
wolf_from_wv
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Smuggler's Blues
There's trouble on the streets tonight, I can feel it in my bones
I had a premonition, that he should not go alone
I knew the gun was loaded, but I didn't think he'd kill
Everything exploded and the blood began to spill
So baby, here's your ticket, put the suitcase in your hand
Here's a little money now, do it just the way we planned
You be cool for twenty hours and I'll pay you twenty grand
I'm sorry it went down like this,
And someone had to lose,
It's the nature of the business,
It's the smuggler's blues
Smuggler's blues
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Barry McGuire
Eve of Destruction
The eastern world
It is explodin'
Violence flaring, bullets loading
You're old enough to kill
But not for votin'
You don't believe in war
Then what's that gun you're totin'
There's trouble on the streets tonight, I can feel it in my bones
I had a premonition, that he should not go alone
I knew the gun was loaded, but I didn't think he'd kill
Everything exploded and the blood began to spill
So baby, here's your ticket, put the suitcase in your hand
Here's a little money now, do it just the way we planned
You be cool for twenty hours and I'll pay you twenty grand
I'm sorry it went down like this,
And someone had to lose,
It's the nature of the business,
It's the smuggler's blues
Smuggler's blues
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Barry McGuire
Eve of Destruction
The eastern world
It is explodin'
Violence flaring, bullets loading
You're old enough to kill
But not for votin'
You don't believe in war
Then what's that gun you're totin'
adobewalls
Member
Johnny Rogers, the Blue Yoddler, included guns in several of his songs - most memorably, "T for Texas" where he's, "gonna buy him a shotgun with a barrle as long as I am tall" and' "shoot that rounder that took Thelma, away from me." Of course after he had already shot Thelma with a "Pistol with bright shiny barrel".
Willy Nelson's big break started with his "Red Headed Stranger" Album. The whole album was the story of a Preacher's Revenge on a cheat'n wife. "He shot'em so quick they had no time to warn them..."
Many of Marty Robbin's Ballads chronicled the fights between the desparados and bad men of the West.
In the same tradition is Allen Wayne Damron and, "The Gringo Pistolero", with my favorite verse being, "pull yer sights up to 800, and hold a yard to the left for the wind, here's one adviso that will never flash again, weeping red tears from a third eye, a gift from the Springfield of the Gringo Pistolero"
Too bad the Mariachi traditions are fading, because my brother-in-laws talk about certain towns in south Texas that were quite famous in the mariachi ballads for their gunfights over women. It would be ashamed if these never got recorded.
Willy Nelson's big break started with his "Red Headed Stranger" Album. The whole album was the story of a Preacher's Revenge on a cheat'n wife. "He shot'em so quick they had no time to warn them..."
Many of Marty Robbin's Ballads chronicled the fights between the desparados and bad men of the West.
In the same tradition is Allen Wayne Damron and, "The Gringo Pistolero", with my favorite verse being, "pull yer sights up to 800, and hold a yard to the left for the wind, here's one adviso that will never flash again, weeping red tears from a third eye, a gift from the Springfield of the Gringo Pistolero"
Too bad the Mariachi traditions are fading, because my brother-in-laws talk about certain towns in south Texas that were quite famous in the mariachi ballads for their gunfights over women. It would be ashamed if these never got recorded.
AStone
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googling lyrics
Here's DRI's Gun Control, for example:
Gun Control
Automatic weapons were meant for the war
But here they are right outside your front door
Gangs and thieves are armed to the hilt
Ready to kill without the quilt
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
A shot rings out from down the street
The gangs are restless from the night heat
The cold, black metal has made them insane
Killing each other is part of the game
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
The barrel of a gun at the back of your head
Your money or your life is all that he said
Do you want to die or live to be old
Don't think twice about gun control
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
We were given the right to bear arms
When our land was all ranch and farms
The law is old and in need of updating
There's no time time for hesitating
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
Spot, if you "google" the group name, song name and the word "lyrics", you'll come up with the lyrics to any song.Spot77 said:
Here's DRI's Gun Control, for example:
Gun Control
Automatic weapons were meant for the war
But here they are right outside your front door
Gangs and thieves are armed to the hilt
Ready to kill without the quilt
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
A shot rings out from down the street
The gangs are restless from the night heat
The cold, black metal has made them insane
Killing each other is part of the game
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
The barrel of a gun at the back of your head
Your money or your life is all that he said
Do you want to die or live to be old
Don't think twice about gun control
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
We were given the right to bear arms
When our land was all ranch and farms
The law is old and in need of updating
There's no time time for hesitating
Lock and load
We need gun control (2)
ryoushi
Member
Neil Young has a few
Revolution Blues:
Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town
You never see us 'cause we don't come around.
We got twenty five rifles just to keep the population down.
But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' 'round.
So you be good to me and I'll be good to you,
And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion
I won't attack you, but I won't back you.
Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn.
Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone.
It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long.
Yes, that was me with the doves, setting them free
near the factory where you built your computer, love.
I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection
I won't deceive you, I just don't believe you.
Well, I'm a barrel of laughs, with my carbine on
I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone.
But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong.
I got the revolution blues, I see bloody fountains,
And ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountains.
Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars.
Powderfinger:
Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river
With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John, Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun And it's makin' big waves.
Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be left me here to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin'
So when the first shot hit the dock I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black, and my face splashed in the sky.
Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.
Revolution Blues:
Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town
You never see us 'cause we don't come around.
We got twenty five rifles just to keep the population down.
But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' 'round.
So you be good to me and I'll be good to you,
And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion
I won't attack you, but I won't back you.
Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn.
Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone.
It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long.
Yes, that was me with the doves, setting them free
near the factory where you built your computer, love.
I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection
I won't deceive you, I just don't believe you.
Well, I'm a barrel of laughs, with my carbine on
I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone.
But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong.
I got the revolution blues, I see bloody fountains,
And ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountains.
Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars.
Powderfinger:
Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river
With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John, Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun And it's makin' big waves.
Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be left me here to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin'
So when the first shot hit the dock I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black, and my face splashed in the sky.
Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.
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"I shot the Sheriff, but I didn't shoot the Deputy"! Eric Clapton. The BEST version.
Mongo the Mutterer
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Mona by James Taylor
"open up your eyes, I've got a 12 gauge surprise for you.."
About a pig he had on his farm.
Kind of out of character for James, that's why I like it so...
"open up your eyes, I've got a 12 gauge surprise for you.."
About a pig he had on his farm.
Kind of out of character for James, that's why I like it so...
How about the grand daddy of them all.....the melancholy "Streets of Laredo"
"As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy"
These words he did say as I proudly stepped by
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die
'Twas once in the saddle I used to go ridin'
Once in the saddle I used to go gay
First lead to drinkin', and then to card-playing
I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today
Let six jolly cowboys come carry my coffin
Let six pretty gals come to carry my pall
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin
Throw roses to deaden the clods as they fall
Oh, beat the drum slowly, and play the fife lowly
And play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley and lay the earth o'er me
For I'm a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong"
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
And bitterly wept as we carried him along
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome
We all loved our comrade although he done wrong."
"As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy"
These words he did say as I proudly stepped by
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die
'Twas once in the saddle I used to go ridin'
Once in the saddle I used to go gay
First lead to drinkin', and then to card-playing
I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today
Let six jolly cowboys come carry my coffin
Let six pretty gals come to carry my pall
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin
Throw roses to deaden the clods as they fall
Oh, beat the drum slowly, and play the fife lowly
And play the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley and lay the earth o'er me
For I'm a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong"
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
And bitterly wept as we carried him along
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome
We all loved our comrade although he done wrong."
Mongo the Mutterer
Member
You are correct. However I missed these lines in my memory...
'Twas once in the saddle I used to go ridin'
Once in the saddle I used to go gay
Oh well, don't ask don't tell...
'Twas once in the saddle I used to go ridin'
Once in the saddle I used to go gay
Oh well, don't ask don't tell...
Mongo the Mutterer
Member
Not going so far as mongrel.
Today it depends upon usage, like many of our words. It seems to me that our language is a living thing, and very interesting to watch.
We invent words... bling comes to mind, since I detest it, and words fall out of favor, or change in meaning.
Today it depends upon usage, like many of our words. It seems to me that our language is a living thing, and very interesting to watch.
We invent words... bling comes to mind, since I detest it, and words fall out of favor, or change in meaning.
Johnny_Yuma
Member
I gotta cast my votes for
"Stackolee" - Doc Watson
"Cocaine Blues" - Johnny Cash
"Folsom Prison Blues" - Johnny Cash
"I Shot the Sheriff" - Bob Marley
"The Ballad of Hollis Brown" - Bob Dylan
There's probably about another 25 each by Watson and Cash that I love
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"Stackolee" - Doc Watson
"Cocaine Blues" - Johnny Cash
"Folsom Prison Blues" - Johnny Cash
"I Shot the Sheriff" - Bob Marley
"The Ballad of Hollis Brown" - Bob Dylan
There's probably about another 25 each by Watson and Cash that I love
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RTFM
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Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra
The Good The Bad and the Ugly - Hugo Montenegro
Lawyers, Guns and Money - Warren Zevon
I Shot The Sheriff - Eric Clapton
Hey Joe - Jimi Hendrix
The Night Chicago Died - Paper Lace
Blaze of Glory - Jon Bon Jovi
Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan
Abraham, Martin and John - Dion
Hurricane - Bob Dylan
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner - Warren Zevon
Gimme Three Steps - Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence -Gene Pitney
Shotgun - Jr. Walker & the All Stars
Billy, Don't Be A Hero - Bo Donaldson & the Heywoods
You Don't Mess Around With Jim - Jim Croce
Run Joey Run - David Geddes
Stagger Lee - Lloyd Price
Janie's Got A Gun - Aerosmith
I Feel Like A Bullet (In The Gun Of Robert Ford) - Elton John
I Don't Like Mondays - Boomtown Rats
Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Big Iron - Marty Robbins
Take the Mony and Run - Steve Miller Band
Happiness Is A Warm Gun - Beathes
Point Blank - Bruce Springsteen
Love Is In Control (Finger on the Trigger) - Donna Summer
Guns, Guns, Guns - Guess Who
Shoot'em Up, Baby - Andy Kim
If I Had A Rocket Launcher - Bruce Cockburn
Shot In The Dark - Ozzie Osbourne
Love Gun - Kiss
Ballad of Irving - Frank Gallop
Jeannie Needs A Shooter - Warren Zevon
The Good The Bad and the Ugly - Hugo Montenegro
Lawyers, Guns and Money - Warren Zevon
I Shot The Sheriff - Eric Clapton
Hey Joe - Jimi Hendrix
The Night Chicago Died - Paper Lace
Blaze of Glory - Jon Bon Jovi
Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan
Abraham, Martin and John - Dion
Hurricane - Bob Dylan
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner - Warren Zevon
Gimme Three Steps - Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence -Gene Pitney
Shotgun - Jr. Walker & the All Stars
Billy, Don't Be A Hero - Bo Donaldson & the Heywoods
You Don't Mess Around With Jim - Jim Croce
Run Joey Run - David Geddes
Stagger Lee - Lloyd Price
Janie's Got A Gun - Aerosmith
I Feel Like A Bullet (In The Gun Of Robert Ford) - Elton John
I Don't Like Mondays - Boomtown Rats
Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Big Iron - Marty Robbins
Take the Mony and Run - Steve Miller Band
Happiness Is A Warm Gun - Beathes
Point Blank - Bruce Springsteen
Love Is In Control (Finger on the Trigger) - Donna Summer
Guns, Guns, Guns - Guess Who
Shoot'em Up, Baby - Andy Kim
If I Had A Rocket Launcher - Bruce Cockburn
Shot In The Dark - Ozzie Osbourne
Love Gun - Kiss
Ballad of Irving - Frank Gallop
Jeannie Needs A Shooter - Warren Zevon
Mongo the Mutterer
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RTFM -- kudos, great list.
More Eazy-E
The silly mutha***** pulled out a duce duce, little did he know I had a loaded twelve gauge, one sucka dead, L.A. Times front page........
cause the boyz in the hood are always hard, keep talk that trash were gonna pull your card.......
dont want nuthin in life but to be ligit, so dont quote me by I aint said ****
The silly mutha***** pulled out a duce duce, little did he know I had a loaded twelve gauge, one sucka dead, L.A. Times front page........
cause the boyz in the hood are always hard, keep talk that trash were gonna pull your card.......
dont want nuthin in life but to be ligit, so dont quote me by I aint said ****
I really wanted to license DEVIL'S RIGHT HAND as the theme for SHOOTING GALLERY...post-modern ironism, doncha know!
Otherwise, Guns of Brixton, especially applicable after the NO Katrina experience!
A Country Boy Can Survive, which Brother Hank wrote after he gave me a .454, which I still have.
Bandito..."Hey, that seems fair!"
Michael B
Otherwise, Guns of Brixton, especially applicable after the NO Katrina experience!
A Country Boy Can Survive, which Brother Hank wrote after he gave me a .454, which I still have.
Bandito..."Hey, that seems fair!"
Michael B
Stevie-Ray
Member
Lotta great ones mentioned, but my personal favorite is Alice Cooper's Desperado.
My shots are clean and my
shots are final.
My shots are deadly and, when it's done:
You're as stiff as my smokin barrel
You're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch, and I'm a legend
You're at peace and I must hide
Honorable mention goes to Lorne Green's Ringo.
My shots are clean and my
shots are final.
My shots are deadly and, when it's done:
You're as stiff as my smokin barrel
You're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch, and I'm a legend
You're at peace and I must hide
Honorable mention goes to Lorne Green's Ringo.
CentralTexas
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More
And from the same Alice Cooper album-
"Killer"
What did I do to deserve such a fate
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything
Don't think this one has been posted yet-
Queensryche "Empire"
Last night the word came down
Ten dead in Chinatown
Innocent, they're only crime was
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Too bad, people say, what's wrong with the kids today?
Tell you uright now they've got nothing to lose
They're building EMPIRE!
Johnny used to work after school
At the cinema show
Gotta hustle if he wants an education, he's got a long way to go
Now he's out on the street all day
Selling crack to the people who pay
Got an AK-47 for his best friend, business the American way
And from the same Alice Cooper album-
"Killer"
What did I do to deserve such a fate
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything
Don't think this one has been posted yet-
Queensryche "Empire"
Last night the word came down
Ten dead in Chinatown
Innocent, they're only crime was
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Too bad, people say, what's wrong with the kids today?
Tell you uright now they've got nothing to lose
They're building EMPIRE!
Johnny used to work after school
At the cinema show
Gotta hustle if he wants an education, he's got a long way to go
Now he's out on the street all day
Selling crack to the people who pay
Got an AK-47 for his best friend, business the American way
Mongo the Mutterer
Member
Ticking
Elton John and Bernie Taupin off "Caribou"
"An extremely quiet child" they called you in your school report
"He's always taken interest in the subjects that he's taught"
So what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive
To notify your parents of the manner in which you died
At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins
"Oh, he's unconcerned with competition he never cares to win"
But blood stained a young hand that never held a gun
And his parents never thought of him as their troubled son
"Now you'll never get to Heaven" Mama said
Remember Mama said
Ticking, ticking
"Grow up straight and true blue
Run along to bed"
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest
Some gook said "His brain's just snapped" then someone called the police
You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you down
Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground
Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still
A young man tried to make a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed
That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm
Oh your childhood cried out in your head "they mean to do you harm"
"Don't ever ride on the devil's knee" Mama said
Remember mama said
Ticking, ticking
"Pay your penance well, my child
Fear where angels tread"
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
Within an hour the news had reached the media machine
A male caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens
The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school
Fourteen people lying dead in a bar they called the Kicking Mule
Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those inside
"Throw out your gun, walk out slow just keep your hands held high"
But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the door
Oh you danced in death like a marionette on the vengeance of the law
"You've slept too long in silence" Mama said
Remember Mama said
Ticking, ticking
"Crazy boy, you'll only wind up with strange notions in your head"
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
Emphasis mine. Some great lines. If I remember, this song was banned at the time it came out (1974) for the "negro waiter" reference. I guess that might get a pass in the rap world today....if Elton was black...
Elton John and Bernie Taupin off "Caribou"
"An extremely quiet child" they called you in your school report
"He's always taken interest in the subjects that he's taught"
So what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive
To notify your parents of the manner in which you died
At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins
"Oh, he's unconcerned with competition he never cares to win"
But blood stained a young hand that never held a gun
And his parents never thought of him as their troubled son
"Now you'll never get to Heaven" Mama said
Remember Mama said
Ticking, ticking
"Grow up straight and true blue
Run along to bed"
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest
Some gook said "His brain's just snapped" then someone called the police
You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you down
Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground
Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still
A young man tried to make a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed
That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm
Oh your childhood cried out in your head "they mean to do you harm"
"Don't ever ride on the devil's knee" Mama said
Remember mama said
Ticking, ticking
"Pay your penance well, my child
Fear where angels tread"
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
Within an hour the news had reached the media machine
A male caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens
The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school
Fourteen people lying dead in a bar they called the Kicking Mule
Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those inside
"Throw out your gun, walk out slow just keep your hands held high"
But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the door
Oh you danced in death like a marionette on the vengeance of the law
"You've slept too long in silence" Mama said
Remember Mama said
Ticking, ticking
"Crazy boy, you'll only wind up with strange notions in your head"
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
Emphasis mine. Some great lines. If I remember, this song was banned at the time it came out (1974) for the "negro waiter" reference. I guess that might get a pass in the rap world today....if Elton was black...
DRZinn
Member
Apropos of no post in particular:
Guys, it BEST song, not every song that ever mentioned guns or killing.
Guys, it BEST song, not every song that ever mentioned guns or killing.
AStone
Member
Yeah, I know. But until we get them all posted and look at them ("Oh, yeah, forgot about that one..."), then how can we decide which one is best?DocZinn said:
Only, kidding, Doc. I know you're just trying to honor the original intention of the thread.
But, this IS fun seeing how many have been written. It's pretty amazing, even if not surprizing given how long guns have been around and how much a part of modern life they have become.
And, when you think of it, we've only been covering songs from western cultures. Just imagine what it'd be like if we included other cultures as well.
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