What is the coolest song you have ever heard?

Not really modern ones please... It can be any genre. Songs from any time, sixties, jazz, opera, seventies, hip hop, whatever! PLEASE WITH LYRICS! Please nothing dirty or with lots of vulger langauge or grusome metaphores!

What is the coolest song you have ever heard?performing arts show

face down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus..it rocks trust me!

What is the coolest song you have ever heard?opera cd opera theater

ice, ice baby.
is this desire by pj harvey
Ghost Riders in the Sky - recorded by dozens of individuals/acts but no matter who sings it, it is a great song
come with me by special d, it's really random! and I adore the fast beat!
baby got back
several species of small furry animals in a cave grooving with a pict

from pink floyd

album-ummagumma
Here's 2....

"The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" - by Gil Scott-Heron

You will not be able to stay home, brother.

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.

You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,

Skip out for beer during commercials,

Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox

In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.

The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon

blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John

Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat

hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the

Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie

Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.

The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.

The revolution will not make you look five pounds

thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May

pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,

or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.

NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32

or report from 29 districts.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down

brothers in the instant replay.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down

brothers in the instant replay.

There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being

run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.

There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy

Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and

Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving

For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville

Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and

women will not care if Dick finally gets down with

Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people

will be in the street looking for a brighter day.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock

news and no pictures of hairy armed women

liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.

The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,

Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom

Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message

bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.

You will not have to worry about a dove in your

bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.

The revolution will not go better with Coke.

The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.

The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,

will not be televised, will not be televised.

The revolution will be no re-run brothers;

The revolution will be live.

**************************************...

-AND-

"Hole in the Bucket" - by Spearhead

(money money money money nothin but

Money)

I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the p.m.

And i love the sunrise so i step out in the a.m.

The street is black and shiny from the early

Nightly rainin'

The glory of the light it brings evaporation

Morning's fresh oxygen cleanest

I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest

I'm already wake so i'm not drinkin' coffee

Don't wanna cigarrette, 'cause it's a form of slavery

Walk into the store 'cause i need a few items

The sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins

Needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads

Can't remember why but i need a spool of thread

Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer

He asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter

I don't have any change so i'm steppin' along

And as i'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...

(chorus)

There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear

Liza...(repeat)

The day is pickin' up cause i'm hummin' his song

The buses and the people all keep movin' along

To the shopkeeper i say "was'sup?"

And i'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup

I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change

Should i give it to the man's the question in my brain

What's gonna happen if i give the man a dime?

I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine

What's gonna happen if i give the man a quarter?

Will he find a dealer and try to place an order?

What's gonna happen if i give the man a nickel

Will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?

I'm not responsible for the man's depression

How can i find compassion in the midst of recession?

How come all these questions keep ******' with my head

And i still can't rememba why i need a spool of thread.

(chorus)

He's starin' in my eyes just as i'm walkin' past

I'm tryin to avoid him cause i know he's gonna ask

Me about the coinage that is in my pocket

But i don't know if i should put it in his bucket

Walk right past him to think about it more

Back at the crib i'm openin' up the door

A pocketful of change it don't mean alot to me

My cup is half full but his is empty

I put back on my cap and i start headin' back

I reach into my pocket and i have a heart attack

Well as i'm diggin' deep i scream "oh no!"

There's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole

While i was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack

The jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks

No one has the change and it's ******' up my head

But now i no the reason why i had to buy the thread!

(chorus)
the time of your life by greenday