The Glade 4.0

As I rode into Tombstone on my horse, his name was Mack, I saw what I'll relate to you going on behind my back. It seems the folks were up in arms, a man now had to die for believing things that didn't fit the laws they'd set aside.

The man's name was "I'm a Freak" the best that I could see. He was the executioner, a hangman just like me. I guess that he'd seen loopholes from working with his rope. He'd hung the wrong man many times, so now he turned to hope. He talked to all the people from his scaffold in the square. He told them of the things he found, but they didn't seem to care. He said the laws were obsolete, a change they should demand, but the people only walked away. He couldn't understand.

The marshal's name was "Uncle Sam", he said he'd right this wrong. He'd make the hangman shut his mouth, if it took him all day long. He finally arrested Freak, and then he sent for me to hang a fellow hangman from a fellow hangman's tree. It didn't take them long to try him in their court of law. He was guilty then of thinking; a crime much worse than all. They sentenced him to die so his seed of thought can't spread and infect the little children. That's what the law had said.

So the hangin' day came 'round, and he walked up to the noose. I pulled the lever, but before he fell I cut him loose. They called it a conspiracy and that I had to die, so to close our mouths and kill our minds, they hung us side-by-side.

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Buckle your pants or they might fall down.

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I Think I see my friends coming, Riding a many mile.
Friends, you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends? Keep me from the Gallows Pole.
What did you bring me to keep me from the Gallows Pole?

I couldn't get no silver, I couldn't get no gold,
You know that we're too damn poor to keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming, riding many a mile.
Brother, you get me some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother, to keep me from the Gallows Pole?

Brother, I brought you some silver, yeah.
I brought a little gold, I brought a little of everything
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole.

Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister coming, riding many mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this man,
Please take him, save me from the wrath of this mad, man.

Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Tell me that I'm free to ride,
Ride for many mile, mile, mile.

Oh yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
She warmed my blood to boiling hot to keep you from the Gallows Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard, see you swinging from the Gallows Pole

But now I laugh and pull so hard, see you swinging from the Gallows Pole
Swingin' on the gallows pole!

Ah-ha-ha
Swingin'
Swingin' on the gallows pole!
See-saw marjory daw
See-saw knock at my door

Oh momma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh momma I can hear you a'crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very
long

The jig is up the news is out they've finally found me
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This will be the end today of the wanted man

Oh momma I've been years on the lam
And had a high price on my head
Lawman said get him dead or alive
Now it's for sure he'll see me dead
Dear momma I can hear you a'crying
You're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows
And I don't have very long

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
The judge will have revenge today
On the wanted man

Oh Momma, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man
the wanted man

and i don't wanna go,
oh no
dont let 'em take me
no no

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"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Jesus of Nazareth

Me old my lady sittin' in the shade
Talkin' about the money that I ain't made
Singin' oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy dontcha line the track
Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy dontcha line the track

If I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock that Moses stood
singin' oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy don'tcha line the track
Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy don'tcha line the track

Drank so much hooch
It made my eyes be gettin' blurry
They say I nailed her to the wall
A stitch in time don't mean a thing
No hangman jury could make me crawl
Cause I'm a poor boy
Don'tcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy don'tcha line the track
Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a

Wha'cha do with the gun that's loaded
Shot her dead and her heart exploded
Tell me baby now d-don'tcha worry
Like lying to a hangman jury

I swear I didn't know that 45 was loaded
In fact my memory ain't so clear
That's not to say she didn't
get what she deserved
Least that's the way it looks from here
Boy when you line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track

OOO my love came tumblin' down
OOO love came tumblin' down
OOO (Let's get outta here)
Love come tumblin'

And every night she take her thing
Into the city and in the
mornin' make me beg cause
If I'd taken all her real titty gritty
I'd smack her right upside the head boy
Don'tcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy don'tcha line the track
Oh boy don'tcha line the track

OOO my love came tumblin' down
OOO love came tumblin' down
OOO love come tumblin'

Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer night
Hangman waitin' for the early morning light
Singin' Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy don'tcha line the track
Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy don'tcha line the track

If I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock that Moses done stood
Singin' Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy don'tcha line the track
Oh boy don'tcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy don'tcha line the track

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"Dress cops up as soldiers, give them military equipment, train them in military tactics, tell them they’re fighting a ‘war,’ and the consequences are predictable." —Radley Balko

Ten years ago on a cold dark night,
someone was killed 'neath the town hall light.
Just a few at the scene, but they all did agree,
that the man who ran looked a lot like me.

She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me

The Judge said, "Son, what's your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you don't have to die."
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life,
for I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.

She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me

Now the scaffold is high, and Eternity's near.
She stands in the crowd, and sheds not a tear.
But some times at night, when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil, she cries over my bones.

She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail.
No body knows, no body sees.
No body knows, but me.

I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time.
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole,
The sands of time for me are running low.

When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights,
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.

Can it be that there's some sort of error.
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,
It's not so easy to stop from screaming,
The words escape me when I try to speak.
Tears flow but why am I crying,
After all I'm not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that there never is an end.

As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you".
If there's a God then why has he let me go?

As I walk all my life drifts before me,
Though the end is near I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away.

Mark my words believe my soul lives on.
Don't worry now that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to seek the truth.

When you know that your time is close at hand.
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down here is just a strange illusion

Heyeyeaheyah, Hallowed be Thy Name

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Oh, the Lord loves a-hangin'
That's why he gave us necks!
It tightens up our vocal chords
And loosens up our pec's!

So if you are a horse thief
And guilty to the bone
Go ahead and blame a friend
And you won't hang alone!

It may be hard to swall'er
But you'll be three feet taller
And find new ways to entertain your friends

You say you are a villain
But can't abide the killin',
Go ahead and steal yourself a horse

Oh, the Lord loves a-hangin'
And so do we, by heck!
So get yourself a lasso,
And decorate your neck!

Oh, we's awful ignorant
And uglier than sin
So go ahead and cut us down.......

.......and hang us all again!

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Les Zombis et les Loups-Garous!

Hang the bastard, hang him high
Hoist his body to the sky
It's as nice as a day can be
Won't you come to the hanging with me

Hang the bastard, hang him high
Hoist his body to the sky
It's as nice as a day can be
Won't you come to the hanging with me

Hang the bastard, hang him well
Send his sorry soul to hell
When his neckbone snaps we'll know
Then the cannibal won't be killing anymore

His face will turn red
Then purple, then blue
We'll watch from up here
To get a good view
And when his eyes bug out we'll know
It's the end of him
And the end of the show

So hang the bastard, hang him with cheer
We'll make some hot dogs
And drink a few beers
And when his tongue rolls out we'll know
It's the end of the show
And we all can go home

But not till we hang the bastard, hang him here
The most exciting thing this town has seen in years
When his body stops jerking we'll know
It's the end of him, it's the end of him
It's the end of him
And the end of the show

Cowbell solo!

So hang the bastard, hang him high
Kiss his guilty butt goodbye
It's as nice as a day can be
Won't you come to the hanging with me

His veins will pop out all over his head
We'll tickle his armpits to make sure he's dead
And when his tongue rolls out we'll know
It's the end of him and we all can go home

But not till we
Hang the bastard, hang him high
Hoist his body to the sky
When his body stops jerking we'll know
It's the end of him, it's the end of him
It's the end of him
And the end of the show

Hooray!

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Buckle your pants or they might fall down.

Dare I ask what brought on this thread?

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I prefer to think of them as "Fighting evil in another dimension"

Well duh, Giant Elephant Wangs.

Tom Dooley - Kingston Trio

[Intro:]
Throughout history
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle
This next one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman
And a condemned man named Tom Dooley...
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang...

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die...

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The U. S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself. B. Franklin

"A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone." -- Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones

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"It is true that democracy undermines freedom when voters believe they can live off of others' productivity, when they modify the commandment: 'Thou shalt not steal, except by majority vote.' The politics of plunder is no doubt destructive of both morality and the division of labor."

Oh, speaking of my "hangin' song" that I posted... it looks like Netflix recently put volume 1 of Ren & Stimpy up for streaming.

I have noticed that with R&S, they seem less funny to me now than they did when I was a teen. Oddly enough, Beavis & Butthead had the opposite effect.

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Les Zombis et les Loups-Garous!