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Song:  '''The Surfin' Dead'''
Song:  '''Blow the Candle Out'''


Artist:  '''The Cramps'''
Artist:  '''The Kingston Trio'''


''Ah, my favorite brain soup - <br>
Music & Lyrics:  '''Tom Drake/Bob Shane'''
Cream of nowhere''


Ooh baby, your asphalt eater hung ten<br>The hoedads and gremmies say you reached top end<br>So do the dead, through the lights!<br>The surfin' dead, oooh make it tight!<br>The livin' dead now baby lose their heads<br>Now baby, doin' the dead
When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear.<br> Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear.<br>
I walked up to her doorstep. I knew she was within.<br> Her candle told the story, boys, and I was home again.


Yeah you're a high-rev hauler with all four on the floor<br>But your a-bone's busted and you're through the door<br>So do the dead, juice the Coupe!<br>Come on the livin' dead, ooh you're in the soup!<br>The livin' dead now baby, like I said now baby, do the dead<br>
I like her good behaviour. I like her easy way.<br> I cannot sleep contented. The night seems like the day.<br>
To sail in muddy weather, it makes me want to shout<br> And roll her in my arms, boys, and blow the candle out.


Your carburetor don't carb, got a hammer down this<br>Your generator gens but your pistons don't work<br>Do the dead, run for ten!<br>The surfin dead, c'mon turn it in!<br>The livin' dead insist, it's the latest twist, to do the dead<br>
When I got home to Portland, 'twas as I said before.<br> The candle at the window and my love at the door.<br>
Run run run run, now do it!
We let the candle go, boys. We had no care or strife.<br> We went to see the parson and she became my wife.


Stay sick!
And when we have a baby, boys, we'll name him after me.<br> She'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee,<br>
 
And when this trip is over, I'll sail no more about.<br> Yes, I'll remain in Portland, Maine, to blow the candle out.
You square brains out there better beware.
 
Oh this phantom driver down in the ground<br>You better plant 'em right or they'll come around<br>Move out baby, move that mound<br>Or they'll dig it up and they'll shut you down<br>So c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon,<br>aw c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon,<br>aw c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon,  
 
Now life is short and it's filled with stuff<br>So let me know baby when you've had enough<br>We'll do the dead, turn blue!<br>Yeah the surfin' dead, as dead as you<br>There's nothing on the radio when you're dead<br>There's nothing at the movie show when you're dead<br>There's nowhere left for you to go when you're dead<br>Do the dead, yeah do the dead<br>Do the dead, surfin' dead!

Latest revision as of 23:51, 19 March 2008

thewayneiac
How Kaworu got to the moon, revealed at last!
Name thewayneiac
Real Name Wayne
Date of birth I aint sayin'
Homeland USA
Role Editor
Lot in life Restaurant Bookkeeper
Favorite Episode 15
Favorite Character Asuka
Favorite Relationship Shinji/Asuka
Favorite Angel Matarael
Favorite Evangelion Unit-01


Song: Blow the Candle Out

Artist: The Kingston Trio

Music & Lyrics: Tom Drake/Bob Shane

When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear.
Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear.
I walked up to her doorstep. I knew she was within.
Her candle told the story, boys, and I was home again.

I like her good behaviour. I like her easy way.
I cannot sleep contented. The night seems like the day.
To sail in muddy weather, it makes me want to shout
And roll her in my arms, boys, and blow the candle out.

When I got home to Portland, 'twas as I said before.
The candle at the window and my love at the door.
We let the candle go, boys. We had no care or strife.
We went to see the parson and she became my wife.

And when we have a baby, boys, we'll name him after me.
She'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee,
And when this trip is over, I'll sail no more about.
Yes, I'll remain in Portland, Maine, to blow the candle out.