ATF: Corrugated

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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