I might even end up a rock and roll god, it might turn into a steady job.
I sold my soul to rock 'n' roll.
We're all polyester poets and pickers of a kind, with far too many questions for the answers in our minds.
I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee.
If you get earaches, I'd turn my volume down a notch or two for you. Cause I will do anything for you.
I've played all kinds of places, laid all kinds of girls.
Just because she's leaving, don't start believing, that your rock and roll days are gone.
Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.
Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.
Music touching my soul, the spirit dance was unfolding.
My buddy Tim Bass he's a-workin' pumpin gas, and he makes two fifty for an hour. He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans, sings rock and roll in the shower.
My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, and took him for all he was worth. Now she's a swinger dating a singer, I can't decide which is worse.
I loved rock and roll when that came in, Bill Haley, Little Richard, Fats Domino, Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, all those great records. So I begged my mom and dad for a guitar, which eventually they did get me for Christmas, but it went out of tune very quickly, and it hurt my fingers.
One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.
Out on a 30 day tour, you got nothing, but groupies and promoters to love you.
Out stretched hands and one night stands, still I can't find love.
Over to the jukebox I staggered for a love song to scatter my body before her.
Raise your hands in the air, pump your fists, and solemnly swear to rock the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
The Rolling Stones are truly the greatest rock and roll band in the world and always will be. The last too. Everything that came after them, metal, rap, punk, new wave, pop-rock, you name it... you can trace it all back to the Rolling Stones. They were the first and the last and no one's ever done it better.
Rock and roll is a music, and why should a music contribute to ... juvenile delinquency? If people are going to be juvenile delinquents, they're going to be delinquents if they hear ... Mother Goose rhymes.
I just know that, right now, ... the biggest record selling business there is is rock and roll.
Composers don't just sit in a room and write things that are in their heads, they actually listen to a lot of music, pop music, jazz, rock and roll, any combination of music that catches their ear.
The music of the westerner comes from Africa, whether they like it or not. The majority of the instruments of the music, of the pop music, rock and roll, or R&B, hip hop, whatever it is, their roots trace back to Africa. So if you are black, white, yellow, or red, whatever you do, it doesn't matter, because your DNA is back in Africa.
I may be gone, but Rock and Roll lives on.
Elvis is the king of rock and roll, who made white kids shake their shackle.
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