"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream", she said

I was down at my favorite watering hole
with a buddy of mine that was out on parole
and we were flipping through the jukebox,
talking how we'd been and how we are.

Why Modern Radio is A.OK by Roman Candle. . .

Sets the scene of an epic rant about falling in love and how music ties into the very fabric of our beings, life, love and relationships. . .

So..so you think you can tell heaven from hell , blue skys from pain....can you tell a green field from a cpld seel rail a smile from a veil.... do you think you can tell........

Lords of Acid - I sit on acid (look it up on the u tube)

"darling come here fuck me up the ....."

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray

Everywhere is
Freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies
Tell me, where is sanity?

Kick Out the Jams Motherfucker!

I like yours, however, Uriah Heap, "The Wizard" "He was the wizard of a thousand kings...". Thank you for the opportunity.

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life
Electric word, life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell you there's something else
The afterworld
A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun
Day or night
So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one, "Dr. Everything'll-be-alright"
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
'Cause in this life things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life you're on your own
And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy...

Don't you know?

Whoa!! That's a debate that could go on for years....
I'm kinda partial to "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste"... but then again I do consider that to be their finest hour. Just a step or two below "Bitches Brew" which of course has no opening lyric.

"Holly came from Miami, F-L-A."

I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together

I'm partial to this one: "In the day, we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night, we ride through mansions of glory
In suicide machines"

That's extremely difficult

"Help!" ...and... " Truckin' "