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Burn Burn (Lostprophets) · Burn, Burn [CD #2] (Lostprophets) · ...Burn, Piano Island, Burn (The Blood Brothers) · Burn Burn [Bonus Tracks] [CD/DVD] (Our Lady Peace) · Burn, Berlin, Burn (Atari Teenage Riot) · Burn Baby Burn (The Trammps) · Burn! K-Doe, Burn! (Ernie K-Doe) · Burn, Piano Island. Burn [CD/DVD] (The Blood Brothers) · Punk 45: Burn, Rubber City, Burn!: Akron, Ohio: Punk and the Decline of the Mid-West 19 (Devo) · Burn Piano Island Burn [Bonus Track] (The Blood Brothers) – and 90 other albums »


He said, me and Melissa, well we fell out of love. 
We ran out of luck seems like lightning struck.
I've been thinking of leaving 
But I can't raise
must heed the story.
Told by the priests.
Ring the doomsday bells.
Raising hell.

[guitar solo]

Unleash the fury.
Free the beast.
You must heed
mmm

[Instrumental (Acoustic Guitar)]

What blew her like a leaf this way
Up in the air and down to earth
First she flusters then she frays
So
on Jambalaya

Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk I had my own band
Went on the road when I was eight years old
When
Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
Laying back against this windshield
Parked out in this Georgia red field
This is where we burn our summer nights
Lonely little lipstick kisses
relieved that it's over
We were hanging out going nowhere
Digging how the guitar goes
In a song that no one knows
Did you burn that bridge yourself
relieved that it's over
We were hanging out going nowhere
Digging how the guitar goes
In a song that no one knows
Did you burn that bridge yourself
I just can't believe that it's over.
We were chilling out on the sofa,
Digging how the guitar goes,
In a song that no one knows.
Did you lick
Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's like nine cooks
The Kool-Aid got spiked with porcupines, look
Rode into Rigo, this ain't a fast track
Your
more

So fast this expidition
So vast this heavy load
With a touch of luck and a sense of need
Seeing the guns and their faces

We look around
more

So fast this expidition
So vast this heavy load
With a touch of luck and a sense of need
Seeing the guns and their faces
We look around
over.
We were hanging out going nowhere,
Digging how the guitar goes,
In a song that no one knows.
Did you burn that bridge yourself,
Or did the voodoo
the stands
[ guitar ]
I noticed the cigarette burns on his vest
And the rembrandt of a dream left in his eyes
The boys said he could have well been the best
Programming: Pavel Rosak
Electric Guitar: Hugh Burns
Bass Guitar: Mo Foster
Strings, Cor Anglais, and Brass Arranged By: Andrew Jackman
Vocals: Gerry Rafferty
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
tuned into Blue
"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"

Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this
for forgiveness 
I'll tell you parables of making love 
And spreading kindness 

Flames rise like butterflies 
Been frightened by my stompin' 
I'm
I want to burn while the flame is burning

The riff played here by the bass and guitar sounds like
F# f e a e f f# repeated with an extra a sometimes
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn
to turn
I got nothin' left to burn
Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow

You left me standing
have to do is find out how it is going to be paid for.

Pyromania
No questions
Burn the building!
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Johnny Guitar Watson: YEAH!
this trouble?
For beige-blandish citizens,
Clutching the rubble
Of vanishing dreams
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of creative confusement!
Don Lowance, the man who plays guitar with me, and I
Were born in a small town
And we kinda think it was a different sort of small
Town because in
lives that are rich and blessed,
And we'll burn for how we transgress...

Now I've mastered the art,
Of the open casket prayer and the singing guitar