Famous chess songs - part I

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game.

A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain.
You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain.
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.

- God Dylan -

Originally posted by shavixmir
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game.

A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
"You got more than the blacks, don't compla ...[text shortened]... emains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.

- God Dylan -

Originally posted by sjeg
Come on Shav, you're hardly trying! Get with the programme! (Besides-Bobby Zimmerman has his own thread already, thanks to you!)

Everyone now:
[b]
Since my bishop left me,
I've found a new place to dwell,
I sent my last pawn on a solo mission,
And checked into the Checkmate Hotel...

Oh baby so lonely, baby,
My kingy baby so lonely,
Kingy baby so lonely, I could die....


[i]My goodness, I'm bad at this![/b]

With apologies to Don Walker and Cold Chisel - sing to the tune "Keh Sanh"

I left my rook to the bishop’s mercy, oh damn!
And my knight was sacked to save my King from a pawn-pusher man.
I've suffered from Chess Board cold turkey
From Gary Kasparov to Bobby Fischer
And it's only other players who understand

About the long forgotten pre-game guarantees
How there were no C-day heroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Played an old friend but couldn't beat her
She had castled, and my Queen was nowhere to be found.
And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their minds were often open
But their games were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast internet chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, victories lean
And the chess engines clattered where the people once had been
But the telephone made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine

So I played across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Playing chess when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend

And I've played chess round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I've been back to Red Hot Pawn
But the answer sure ain't there
But I'm drifting to Chess at Work to play again

You know the last place in the Long Haul Split’s almost gone
Only three sleeping hours, and I'll be playing chess again
There ain't nothing like a checkmate
Of a jaded chess board warrior
I'm going to Red Hot Pawn and play all night long

Well the last place in the Long Haul Split’s almost gone
Yeah the last place in the Long Haul Split’s almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the last place in the Long Haul Split’s almost gone

You may be king for the moment,
but I am the queen, understand...
....and I've got your pawns and your bishops and castles (rooks) all inside the palm of my hand.
--Control...Poe

(My wife made me post this 😕)

Originally posted by elohiym chanan
Yesterday all blacks’ pieces seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday

Suddenly my attack ain’t what it used to be
There’s A Knight fork hanging over me
Oh yesterday came suddenly

Why I hung my Queen I don’t know I couldn’t say
I moved something wrong
Now I long for yesterday

Yesterday ch ...[text shortened]... ss was such an easy game to play
Then I blundered my poor Queen away
Oh I believe in yesterday

Originally posted by Exy
One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

😉

And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls,
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best.

Spanish Train - Chris de Burgh.[1976, when he was still good]

exylent 🙂

WHITE RABBIT

Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"

Exylent love it, I have the club mix by J peters on cd I also have a good mix that I like of hotel california by THE ORB its mad 🙄

Sad Thread Rating: 9

Originally posted by Bowmann
[b]Sad Thread Rating: 9[/b]

Originally posted by Vivaldi
See he (exy) felt the devil walking next to him and the next person to post called him a cheat, how did he know 😛