In a Nostalgic Mood
Reflex in the sky warn you you're gonna die Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties Turns people into clay, radiation minds decay Robot minds of robot slaves lead them to atomic rage plastic flowers, melting sun, fading moon falls upon dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration Burning globe of oxy'n fire, like electric funeral pyre Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground Rivers turn to wood, ice melting to flood Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead Tearing life away, here's the burning pay Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral And so in the sky shines the electric eye supernatural king takes earth under his wing Heaven's golden chorus sings, Hell's angels flap their wings Evil souls fall to Hell, ever trapped in burning cells!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(Written by Jimi Hendrix. Originally released on the "Are You Experienced", 1967) Foxy Foxy You know you're a cut little heartbreaker Foxy You know you're a sweet little lovemaker Foxy I wanna take you home I won't do you no harm, no You've got to be all mine, all mine Ooh, foxy lady I see you, heh, on down on the scene Foxy You make me wanna get up and scream Foxy Ah, baby listen now I've made up my mind I'm tired of wasting all my precious time You've got to be all mine, all mine Foxy lady Here I come I'm gonna take you home I won't do you no harm, no You've got to be all mine, all mine Here I come I'm comin' to get ya Foxy lady You look so good Yeah, foxy Yeah, give us some Foxy Yeah, get it, babe You make me feel like Feel like sayin' foxy Foxy Foxy lady Foxy lady
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(Written by Dave Cortopassi. Originally released on the "Spazz / Paper Mache" single, 1967) I was walking down the street, and somebody hit me Come on now That's right Uh huh You're walkin down the street You keep missin your feet But you never find a place to go Never find a place to go until someday Man, you never even knew what hit ya I said what hit ya was the back of your hand That's right Uh huh I said get off of the street Get off of the street, boy People gonna think, yes they're gonna think People gonna people gonna think you're spazz! Come on now That's right Uh huh You're pretty shook up so you're gonna get a cup of water just to calm you down But when you turn around some joker suggests tea! I said Hey! Ya know it was your momma's tea That's right Uh huh I said get off of the floor Get off of the floor, boy People gonna think, yes they're gonna think People gonna people gonna think you're spazz! Ahhh haa haaa! Come on now That's right Uh huh You wanna sit down when you know some clown's gonna try and pull away your chair So you stand and stand, stand and stand till, man, you can't stand any longer Hey! You know you shouldn't have never sat down! That's right Uh huh I said get off of the floor Get off of the floor, boy People gonna think, yes they're gonna think People gonna people gonna think you're spazz!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(Written by John Fogerty. Originally released on the "Willy and the Poor Boys", 1969) Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
(Written by Bobby Troup. Originally released on the "The Girl Can't Help It" single, 1959) She can't help it, the girl can't help it, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, If she walks by, the men folks get engrossed, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, If she winks an eye, the bread slice turn to toast, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, If she got a lot, of what they call the most, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, The girl can't help it, she was born to please, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, And if she's got, a figure made to squeeze, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, Won't you kindly be aware, the girl can't help it, The girl can't help it, If she mesmerizes, every mother's son, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, If she's smiling, beefsteak become well done, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, She makes grand pa feel like twenty one, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, The girl can't help it, she was born to please, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, And if I go to her, on bended knees, She can't help it, the girl can't help it, Won't you kindly be aware, that I can't help it, I can't help it, Because I'm hoping, obviously, That some day, the answer would be, The girl can't help it, she's in love with me, She can't help it, the girl can't help it.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026