Thread: Mixed up lyrics

Originally Posted by Grumpy John

Another Aussie classic.

We who are heard concerning the reformation motion which is large to the well and are ran to some 1,000,000, but no one received the salary, because of the saintly cup which it could obtain, as for us four corners of the earth increased

That Black and White blood starting to rise GrumpyJohn?

Hunters & Collectors Holy Grail

Bud have you heard of the Great Crusade?
We ran into millions, and nobody got paid
Yeah, we razed four corners of the globe,
For the Holy Grail.

It's all about football:

I' With the hill which in M.C.G. is seen in the bridge high m. And you call 11 degrees clocks of the highest methodological silo

Leaps and Bounds, another Paul Kelly classic

I'm high on the hill
Looking over the bridge
To the M.C.G.
And way up on high
The clock on the silo
Says eleven degrees

I remember I remember
I'm breathing today
The month of May
All the burning leaves
I'm not hearing a sound
My feet don't even
Touch the ground

I remember I remember
I go leaps and bounds
Down past the river
And across the playing fields
The fields all empty
Only for the burning leaves

I remember I remember
I go leaps and bounds
I remember everything


Back to the early seventies now.

With that, I stand with next door of the mountain raise in salary of the power where I where and I lower that with the edge of my hand and chop up take all parts, make the island the small sand

My thinking gear's ground to a halt.

WELL, I STAND UP NEXT TO A MOUNTAIN
AND I CHOP IT DOWN WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND
WELL, I PICK UP ALL THE PIECES AND MAKE AN ISLAND
MIGHT EVEN RAISE A LITTLE SAND

Looking at it the original lyrics don't make much sense either .

Originally Posted by Grumpy John

WELL, I STAND UP NEXT TO A MOUNTAIN
AND I CHOP IT DOWN WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND
WELL, I PICK UP ALL THE PIECES AND MAKE AN ISLAND
MIGHT EVEN RAISE A LITTLE SAND

Looking at it the original lyrics don't make much sense either .

I suppose to a witch doctor like Jimi Hendrix they meant something, perhaps a bad childhood made the wild man. I wonder how he would have expressed it without an electric guitar. Voodoo Child