e: Wed, 08 Apr 1998 09:27:30 PDT
From: DON CZAR
Subject: r/rolling_stones/it_must_be_hell.crd
SONG: IT MUST BE HELL
ARTIST: ROLLING STONES
ALBUM: UNDERCOVER
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
E-MAIL: guitarzan7@hotmail.com
IT MUST BE HELL
ROLLING STONES
INTRO RIFF: C C C C C G C C C G G* G G -- 4x's
NOTE: PLAY AS BARRE CHORDS - 3rd FRET - G* lift up
index finger
VERSE:
G C G
We got trouble, that's for sure
C G
We got millions unemployed
C *NOTE: ENTIRE SONG IS
Some kids can't write ONLY THE
G C & G BARRE CHORDS
Some kids can't read
C
Some kids are hungry
G INTRO RIFF - 2x's
Some overeat
VERSE:
Our TV leader boldly speaks
The words of Christ he tries to preach
We need more power to hold the line
The strength of darkness still abides
CHORUS:
C C C C C C G
Must be hell
C
Living in the world
G INTRO RIFF
Living in the world like you
C C C C C C G
Must be hell
C
Living in the world
G INTRO RIFF --2x's
Suffering in the world like you
VERSE:
Keep in a straight line, stay in tune
No need to worry, only fools
End up in prison of conscience cells
Or in asylums they help to build
CHORUS:
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you -- OPENING RIFF
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you --OPENING RIFF
Must be hell
Suffering in the world like you -- OPENING RIFF -- 3x's
INSTRUMENTAL: SOLO OVER OPENING RIFF -- 5x's
VERSE:
We're free to worship, we're free to speak
We're free to kill, that's guaranteed
We've got our problems, that's for sure
Clean up the backyard, don't lock the door
CHORUS:
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
OUTRO: OPENING RIFF OVER AND OVER UTIL END
( LISTEN TO CD FOR TIMING )
I say we are heaven bound
I say we are heaven bound
I say we are heaven bound
I say we are heaven bound
I say we are heaven bound
I say we are heaven bound
I say we are heaven bound
I say we are heaven bound
I say we are heaven bound
any questions, comments or corrections e-mail me at:
guitarzan7@hotmail.com
Must Be Hell
I tell you what, this video is a tribute to the Stones endurance.
Weve got trouble, thats for sure
We got millions unemployed
Some kids cant write
Some kids cant read
Some kids are hungry
Some overeat
Our tv leader boldy speaks
The words of christ he tries to preach
We need more power to hold the line
The strength of darkness still abides
Must be hell living in the world
Living in the world like you
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
Keep in a straight line, stay in tune
No need to worry, only fools
End up in prison of conscience cells
Or in asylums they help to build
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you you you you
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
Must be hell
Suffering in the world like you
Were free to worship, were free to speak
Were free to kill, thats guaranteed
We got our problems, thats for sure
Clean up the backyard, dont lock the door
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound.........
Mandy Lion's WWIII "Love You To Death" (Great Quality)
This is a much better quality version of Love You To Death by Mandy Lion's WWIII.
This version of "LYTD" is finally uploaded thanks to my great friend Phil Raza who after many years of searching finally hooked me up with this video for you...
This is the video for the first single on the legendary debut CD of Mandy Lion's WWIII. This band influenced most of todays popular metal bands such as Rob Zombie, Disturbed, Korn, Panthera and many others. The band members are Mandy Lion on vocals, Black Sabbath's drummer Vinnie Appice and Rainbow and Dio's Bass player Jimmy Bain.
The Rolling Stone says:
If you want to know where bands such as Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson, Static X, Rammstein, Korn and Type O Negative got their ideas from you must experience the man that started it all. Often copied, his vocal style and stage presence remain unmatched.
J.B. Rolling Stone
To find out more about Mandy Lion go to one of these three sites:
myspace.com/wwiiimandylion
mandyliononline.com
myspace.com/mandylionwwiii
Eagles - Dreamed There Was No War_Your World Now (Cvs SLD)
I make this video is for my Yahoo! 360 Blog, My favourite music, My music world ... A tribute to Eagles ...
This music video will be posted on 15/03/2008 in my blog ...
Eagles Official Website
http://www.eaglesband.com
Artist: The Eagles
Album: Long Road Out Of Eden 2007
Song: I Dreamed There Was No War_It's Your World Now
A perfect day, the sun is sinkin' low
As evening falls, the gentle breezes blow
The time we shared went by so fast
Just like a dream, we knew it couldn't last
But I'd do it all again
If I could, somehow
But I must be leavin' soon
It's your world now
It's your world now
My race is run
I'm moving on
Like the setting sun
No sad goodbyes
No tears allowed
You'll be alright
It's your world now
Even when we are apart
You'll always be in my heart
When dark clouds appear in the sky
Remember true love never dies
But first a kiss, one glass of wine
Just one more dance while there's still time
My one last wish: someday, you'll see
How hard I tried and how much you meant to me
It's your world now
Use well the time
Be part of something good
Leave something good behind
The curtain falls
I take my bow
That's how it's meant to be
It's your world now
It's your world now
It's your world now
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The Eagles are an American rock band that was formed in Los Angeles, California in the early 1970s. With five Number 1 singles and six Number 1 albums, the Eagles were among the most successful recording artists of the 1970s. At the end of the 20th century, two of their albums, Eagles: Their Greatest Hits 1971--1975 and Hotel California, ranked among the ten best-selling albums according to the Recording Industry Association of America. The best-selling studio album Hotel California is rated as the 37th album in the Rolling Stone list "The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time", and the band was ranked number 75 on Rolling Stone's 2004 list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.[1] They are also the best-selling American group ever, with Eagles: Their Greatest Hits 1971--1975 being the best-selling album in the U.S. to date.[2][3]
The Eagles broke up in 1980, but reunited in 1994 for Hell Freezes Over, a mix of live and new studio tracks. They have toured intermittently since then, and were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1998.
In 2007, the Eagles released Long Road Out of Eden -- their first full studio album in 28 years.
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Jethro Tull- Baker St. Muse part 1
Baker Street Muse
Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time.
You can call me on another line.
Indian restaurants that curry my brain.
Newspaper warriors changing the names they
advertise from the station stand.
With cold print hands.
Symphony word-player, I'll be your headline.
If you catch me another time.
Didn't make her --- with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her --- with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her --- but I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
Ale-spew, puddle-brew --- boys, throw it up clean.
Coke and Bacardi colours them green.
From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess
with great finesse.
Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet
down in the Baker Street underground. (What the hell!)
Walking down the gutter thinking,
``How the hell am I today?''
Well, I didn't really ask you but thanks all the same.
Pig-Me And The Whore
``Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,'' said the
pig-me to the whore,
desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.
Little man, his youth a fountain.
Overdrafted and still counting.
Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to
where he came from.
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street
and Mars;
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing.
Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed to the left, divulging
the wrinkles of his years.
Wedding-bell induced fears.
Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.
International assistance flowing generous and full
to his never-ready tool.
Pulls his eyes over her wool.
And he shudders as he comes.
And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone
Road.
Crash-Barrier Waltzer
And here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter ---
in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap
radios.
And there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no butter ---
on a double yellow line --- where she can park anytime.
Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer ---
some only son's mother. Baker Street casualty.
Oh, Mr. Policeman --- blue shirt ballet master.
Feet in sticking plaster ---
move the old lady on.
Strange pas-de-deux ---
his Romeo to her Juliet.
Her sleeping draught, his poisoned regret.
No drunken bums allowed to sleep here in the
crowded emptiness.
Oh officer, let me send her to a cheap hotel ---
I'll pay the bill and make her well - like hell you
bloody will!
No do-good over kill. We must teach them
to be still more independent.
Mother England Reverie
I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone.
I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones.
I have no house in the country I have no motor car.
And if you think I'm joking, then I'm just a one-line
joker in a public bar.
And it seems there's no-body left for tennis; and I'm
a one-band-man.
And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand.
There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
rubbing his hands with glee. He said, ``Oh Mother England,
did you light my smile; or did you light
this fire under me?
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery.
And paint you a picture of the queen.
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
it's just the nonsense that it seems.''
So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
in my steep-sided un-reality.
And when all is said and all is done --- I couldn't wish
for a better one.
It's a real-life ripe dead certainty ---
that I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same
old way.
I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way.
Indian restaurants that curry my brain ---
newspaper warriors changing the names they
advertise from the station stand.
Circumcised with cold print hands.
Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time ---
you can call me on another line.
Didn't make her --- with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her --- with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her --- but I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
(I can't get out!)
Jethro Tull- Baker St. Muse part 1, from the album Minstrel in the Gallery. Uploaded by request of Judashall
Jethro Tull- Baker St. Muse part 2
Baker Street Muse
Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time.
You can call me on another line.
Indian restaurants that curry my brain.
Newspaper warriors changing the names they
advertise from the station stand.
With cold print hands.
Symphony word-player, I'll be your headline.
If you catch me another time.
Didn't make her --- with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her --- with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her --- but I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
Ale-spew, puddle-brew --- boys, throw it up clean.
Coke and Bacardi colours them green.
From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess
with great finesse.
Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet
down in the Baker Street underground. (What the hell!)
Walking down the gutter thinking,
``How the hell am I today?''
Well, I didn't really ask you but thanks all the same.
Pig-Me And The Whore
``Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,'' said the
pig-me to the whore,
desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.
Little man, his youth a fountain.
Overdrafted and still counting.
Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to
where he came from.
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street
and Mars;
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing.
Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed to the left, divulging
the wrinkles of his years.
Wedding-bell induced fears.
Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.
International assistance flowing generous and full
to his never-ready tool.
Pulls his eyes over her wool.
And he shudders as he comes.
And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone
Road.
Crash-Barrier Waltzer
And here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter ---
in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap
radios.
And there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no butter ---
on a double yellow line --- where she can park anytime.
Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer ---
some only son's mother. Baker Street casualty.
Oh, Mr. Policeman --- blue shirt ballet master.
Feet in sticking plaster ---
move the old lady on.
Strange pas-de-deux ---
his Romeo to her Juliet.
Her sleeping draught, his poisoned regret.
No drunken bums allowed to sleep here in the
crowded emptiness.
Oh officer, let me send her to a cheap hotel ---
I'll pay the bill and make her well - like hell you
bloody will!
No do-good over kill. We must teach them
to be still more independent.
Mother England Reverie
I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone.
I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones.
I have no house in the country I have no motor car.
And if you think I'm joking, then I'm just a one-line
joker in a public bar.
And it seems there's no-body left for tennis; and I'm
a one-band-man.
And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand.
There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
rubbing his hands with glee. He said, ``Oh Mother England,
did you light my smile; or did you light
this fire under me?
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery.
And paint you a picture of the queen.
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
it's just the nonsense that it seems.''
So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
in my steep-sided un-reality.
And when all is said and all is done --- I couldn't wish
for a better one.
It's a real-life ripe dead certainty ---
that I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same
old way.
I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way.
Indian restaurants that curry my brain ---
newspaper warriors changing the names they
advertise from the station stand.
Circumcised with cold print hands.
Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time ---
you can call me on another line.
Didn't make her --- with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her --- with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her --- but I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
(I can't get out!)
Jethro Tull- Baker St. Muse part 2, from the album Minstrel in the Gallery. Uploaded by request of Judashall