This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak). Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered. For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others. So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter. Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever! Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make. For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.
Link: [Coven]
One Tin Soldier
Coven
Listen children to a story
That was written long ago
About a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley folk below
On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
On the bloody morning after
One Tin Soldier Rides away
So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they'd kill
Came an answer from the kingdom
With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain
All the riches buried there
Now the valley cried with anger
"Mount your horses
Draw your sword
And they killed the mountain people
So they won their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
Peace on Earth
Was all it said
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Link: [America]
Tin Man
America
Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shells
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't
Didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please
Believe in me
When I
Say I'm spinning Round Round round round
Smoke Glass Stain Bright color
Image going down down down down
Soap suds green like bubbles
Oh Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't
Didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please
Believe in me
When I
Say I'm Spinning Round Round round round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down down down down
Soap suds green like bubbles
No Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't
Didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please
Believe in me
Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]
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