
So, on the show this week:
Album on the WEEK: the album Coverdale/Page!
Gone But Not Forgotten/Should Have Been Bigger: 5 songs from bands or artists who should be massive... but aren't!
Rock Blitz. Five songs, back to back, no interruptions, all singalonga! ! This week "Lynyrd Skynyrd" Yup, all 5 songs from the giants of southern rock!
TRINITY: With the sad news of the passing of Tony Clarkin, we have a special 3 song tribute as well as the opening track and closing live song...
Live at the BRS: 3 live songs to finish the show and this week, songs from Threshold, Dream Theater & Magnum!
Other bands and artists will include Black Sabbath, Alan Parsons Project, Supertramp, Jeff Paris, Surgin, Deep Purple, Inglorious, Led Zeppelin, King King, Rebecca Downes, Paul Limb, Iron Maiden, Servers and more!
Can't be bad value for a show that! See you on THURSDAY 11th January 2024 at 7pm only on REVOLUTIONONE. See you then!
PS Dee's Leg Guitar Greats: 3 tracks with guitar solos or riffs so amazing, air guitar just isn't enough! will now take place on next week's show.




Brilliant show this evening pal, take a bow Baron and enjoy your reward.
Look after yourself and have a fabulous weekend Darren, goodnight.
Take care and I will see you again soon pal.
Goodnight Ladies and Gentlemen, look after yourselves everybody and have a brilliant weekend.
I will see you all again soon, take care.
Night night folks, I'll see you Monday and next THURSDAY, as well as in the other shows.
Sleep well Tony Clarkin, your music will live on down here. We'll make sure of it.
Don't you just love shenanigans as Rachel Eades would say lol.
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Rock In Paradise TC.
Lord this woman could sing!!
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Simple Man
Song by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Mama told me when I was young
"Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it'll help you
Some sunny day"
Oh, yeah
Oh, take your time, don't live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
You'll find a woman, yeah, and you'll find love
And don't forget son there is someone up above
And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me son, if you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this, oh, baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me son, if you can?
Oh, yes, I will
Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself
Follow your heart and nothing else
And you can do this, oh, baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied
And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me son, if you can?
Baby, be a simple, be a simple man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of man
Saturday Night Special
Song by Lynyrd Skynyrd
One, two, one, two, three
Two feets they come a-creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
A creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
He shoots him full of 38 holes
Mister Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't good for nothin'
But puttin' men six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinking whiskey
And playing poker on a losing night
And pretty soon, ol' Jim starts a-thinkin'
"Oh, somebody been cheatin' and lyin'"
So Big Jim commence to fighting
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Big Jim done pulled his pistol
He shot his friend right between the eyes
Mister Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't good for nothin'
But puttin' men six feet in a hole
Oh, that's the Saturday Night Special
For 20 dollars, you can buy yourself one too
Here it comes
Oh, lemme tell you all about it
Hand guns are made for killin'
They ain't no good for nothin' else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em, people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some old fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me?
Mister Saturday Night Special
You got a barrel that's blue and cold
You ain't good for nothin'
But puttin' men six feet in a hole
It's the Saturday Night Special
And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too
And that's the end of the song
Still Unbroken
Song by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little bit of rust, I'm still runnin'
Countin' miles, countin' tears
Twisted roads, shiftin' gears
Year after year, it's all or nothin'
But I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I got
Ain't much left
No there's so much that's been stolen
I guess I've lost everything I've had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, still unbroken
Never captured, never tamed
Wild horses on the plains
You can call me lost, I call it freedom
I feel the spirit in my soul
It's something Lord I can't control
I'm never givin' up while i'm still breathin'!
I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I got
Ain't much left
Lord there's so much that's been stolen
I guess I've lost everything I've had
I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, still unbroken
I'm still alone, still alive
Still unbroken
I'm still unbroken
Like the wind, like the rain
It's all runnin' through my veins
Like a river pouring down into the ocean
I'm out here on the streets
But I'm standing on my feet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken
I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I got
Ain't much left
Lord there's so much that's been stolen
Guess I've lost everything I've had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken
I'm still alone, still alive
I'm still unbroken
I'm still unbroken!
Oooooooh Ooooooh!
That Smell
Song by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
And one more drink fool, will drown you
Ooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool, you
Go on stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool, you
Go on stick those needles in your arm
You're just a fool, just a fool, just a fool
Sweet Home Alabama
Song by Lynyrd Skynyrd
They got loose here
Oh, whoa, whoa
Big wheels keep on turnin'
Carry me home to see my kin
Singin' songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again, and I think it's a sin, I said
Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her
Well, I heard ol' Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around, anyhow
Sweet home, Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home, Alabama
Lord, I'm comin' home to you
One thing I want to tell you
In Birmingham, they love the governor (boo, boo, boo!)
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me, uh-uh
Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth
Sweet home, Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home, Alabama (oh my baby)
Lord, I'm comin' home to you (here I come, Alabama)
Speak your mind
Ah-ah-ah (can you feel that?), Alabama
Ah-ah-ah, Alabama
Ah-ah-ah, Alabama
Ah-ah-ah, Alabama
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two (yes, they do)
Lord, they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feelin' blue, now, how 'bout you?
Sweet home, Alabama (oh)
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home, Alabama
Lord, I'm comin' home to you
Sweet home, Alabama (old, sweet home, baby)
Where the skies are so blue (and the governor's true)
Sweet home, Alabama (Lord, yeah)
Lord, I'm comin' home to you (woo, whoa, yeah, oh)
All right, brother, now
Wait one minute!
Oh, oh sweet Alabama
Thank you!
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EVENING ALL... TIME TO GET READY FOR SOME SACRED TIME TOGETHER...
Hello Baron, good afternoon pal.
I hope you're well and having a good week.
It's.......................................................
Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you've had a good week so far.
With the sad news of the passing of Tony Clarkin, we will open the show with one of the most poignant songs he ever wrote...
... for this one sacred hour...
See you at 7pm on Thursday.