[Closed] Songs that absolutely must be played to the very end

All of them. I hate songs being interrupted, comes from all the years listening to John Peel's show.

Stairway to heaven

Full 15 minute version of Rapper's Delight DezB?

I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock
It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow

But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the riddle that will make your body rock

Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song

Check it out: I'm the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y
Y'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why:
Y'see I'm six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T
Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac

So after school, I take a dip in the pool which really is on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball
Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again

Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]
Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend

Master Gee, am I mellow?
It's on you, so what you gonna do?

Well, it's on n on n on on n on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee

Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin down in history
As the baddest rapper there could ever be

Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet
And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat

And then, damn, ya start doin' the Freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care
With the sure shot MCs for the affair

Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize

Singin' on n n on n on n on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on n n on n on on n on
Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got

I guess by now, you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind

Singin' on n n on n on n on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on n n on n on on n on
Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor

I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind

I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?

I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie
The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock
It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo
And guess what, America, we love you
'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast

Rock it up, baby bubbah
Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie
To the beat beat, it's so unique
Come on, everybody and dance to the beat

I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop
Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang
The boogie to the boogie da beat

I said I can't wait till the end of the week
When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you can't speak

And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called The Freak
And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya don't get weak

I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on, Hank, sing that song
To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong

Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young ladies

And when you come inside into the front
You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point
We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint

A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist
Everybody, I say, it goes like this:

Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables

This young reporter, I did adore
So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before
She said, 'Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you!
The Cassanova legend must have been true!'
I said, 'By the way, baby, what's your name?'
Said, 'I go by the name of Lois Lane

And you could be my boyfiend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman'
I said, 'He's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose

He may be very sexy or even cute
But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit'
I said, 'You need a man who's got finesse
And his whole name across his chest

He may be able to fly all through the night
But can he rock a party till the early light?
He can't satisfy you with his little worm
But I can bust you out with my super sperm!'

I gon' do it, I gon' do it
I gon' do it, do it, do it
And I'm here, and I'm there
I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere

Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop y'all
A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!

Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? [(Say what?)]
I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend

I say skip, dive, what can I say?
I can't fit em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust them out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house

It was twelve o'clock one Friday night
I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right
Everybody was dancin' on the floor
Doin' all the things they never did before

And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean
She came into the bar, she came into the scene
As she traveled deeper inside the room
All the fellas checked out her white sasoons

She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
Then she turned around and shook her behind
So I said to myself, 'It's time for me to release
My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece'
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And now, people in the house, this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is called phase two
And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew

Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free
For you to party, ya got to have the moves
So we'll get right down and give you a groove

For you to dance, you gotta get hype
So we'll get right down and make you rock
Now the system's on and the girls are there
Ya definitely have a rockin affair

But let me tell ya somethin', there's still one fact:
That to have a party, ya got to have a rap
So when the party's over, you're makin' it home
And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn

And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream
And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene
My name appears in your mind
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time

It was phase two, just a-doin' a do
Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could
To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak
Come alive, girls, get on your feet

To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak
To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on
On n on into the break of dawn

Now I got a man comin' on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like

Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey
Like a millionaire that has no money
Like a rainy day that is not wet
Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet

Like Dracula without his fangs
Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
Like collard greens that don't taste good
Like a tree that's not made out of wood

Like goin' up and not comin' down
Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound
To the beat beat, ya do The Freak
Everybody just rock and dance to the beat

Have you ever went over a friends house to eat
And the food just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood

So you try to play it off like you think you can
By sayin that you're full
And then your friend says, 'Momma, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!'

So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie
And you say that you already ate
And your friend says, 'Man, there's plenty of food!'
So you pile some more on your plate

While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin'
Of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'
Into something that looks like cheese

Oh so, you say, 'That's it, I got to leave this place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks!'

So you bust out the door while it's still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of Kaopectate

And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has been
And he says, 'I understand about the food, baby bubbah
But we're still friends'

With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie
The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie the beat

I say, Hank, can ya rock?
Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop?
Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?
I said, come on make the, make the people move

I go to the halls and then ring the bell
Because I am the man with the clientele
And if ya ask me why I rock so well
A big bang, I got clientele

And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice that I ever had
It came from my wise dear old dad

He said, 'Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you
And don't say a word until I'm through
Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die

A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever ya do in your lifetime
Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!'

So from sixty-six to this very day
I'll always remember what he had to say
So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style
I let them know that I'm versatile

I got style, finesse and a little black book
That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
But there's a thing that separates you from me
And that is called originality

Because my rhymes are on from what you heard
I didn't even bite and not a Goddamn word
And I say a little more later on tonight
So the sucker MCs can bite all night

A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all
A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop
Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? [(Say what?)]
Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends

A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all
Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop
A-Master Gee, am I mellow?
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?

Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show
A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo
Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost
The sounds to throw down, they're played the most

It's like my man, Captain Sky
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don't stop
Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got
To the beat that it makes you freak
And come alive, girl, get on your feet

A-like a Perry Mason without a case
Like Farrah Fawcett without her face
Like The Bar-Kays on the mic
Like gettin' right down for you tonight

Like movin' your body so ya don't know how
Right to the rhythm and throw down
Like comin' alive to the Master Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously

I said, the age of one, my life begun
At the age of two, I was doin the' do
At the age of three, it was you and me
Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee

At the age of four, I was on the floor
Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for
At the age of five, I didn't take no jive
With the Master Gee, it's all the way live

At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks
Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed
At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven
Dontcha know I went off?

I got right on down to the beat, you see
Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls
Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat
To the double beat beat that makes you freak

At the age of eight, I was really great
'Cause every night, you see I had a date
At the age of nine, I was right on time
'Cause every night, I had a party rhyme

Goin' on n n on n on on n on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on...
Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop
A-saying on n n on n on on n on
'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic
I am the definite feast delight
'Cause I'm a helluva man when i'm on the miC
I am the definite feast delight
Come to the Master Gee, you see
The brother who rocks so viciously

What DezB said

Alice's Restaurant

The Doors - The End

The piano / slide Coda to Layla

The piano / slide Coda to Layla

really? It's a terrible arse of a bit of music, tacked onto the end of another dull bit of pantomime pop like piece-work.

Department of Youth by Alice Cooper.

At the very end, as the kids singing the chorus of 'We're the Department of youth, we've got the power' starts to fade out, you can hear Alice calling out "and who gave it to you?" and the kids reply "Donny Osmond!", to which, Alice screams "What??"

Makes me smile every time I hear it.

On An Island by Shed Seven. A bit Stairway to Heaven-esque in that it builds over 8/9 minutes and finishes on a high.

grum
Full 15 minute version of Rapper’s Delight DezB?

He said played, not pasted into a thread 😛

funny though - reminds me of my wedding, where I told the DJ he had to play White Lines, he didn't have it so I lent my 12" and he played the wrong side - the full 12 minute version, and left it playing 😀

White Lines

Tune. Rock and metal is my normal goto but I have always loved it and still think it's as fresh today as when it first came out.

All of them. I hate songs being interrupted,

Same here. I’ll not answer the phone, get out of the car etc until a song has finished.

Eric B and Rakim - Played In Full

I'm a sucker for endings with a bit of mawkish brass - Elvis Costello's Shipbuilding, Billy Bragg's Levi Stubbs' Tears. (Surely I must be able to think of something from this century, I thought, but no...)

Highway To Hell.

I had to find out the reference when I first heard it (pre internet and never watched Mork and Mindy).

Freebird.

Marnie - Submariner

Outro is about half the song length.

Soft pop though, not like your hard rock and hip hop above.

motorhead - overkill. be a crime to miss one of the false endings when the drums kick in again....

Just posting this for a friend

November Rain

Anything by Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
And 4’33” by John Cage.

Eric B and Rakim – Played In Full

Like your work there.

stone roses i am the resurrection

Funny Little Man - Aphex Twin

life on mars - David Bowie

Purple Rain.

Purple Rain.

Exceptional!

I'll add CSNY - Southern Man. The live version from 4 Way Street

Just because the last 30 seconds or so is beautiful.

SO many:
Fancy - Bobbie Gentry
The above mentioned rappers delight
Underworld - Born Slippy

The Cure - Plainsong. There's a sort of dischord on synth at the end, which as it fades I can't work out if another note comes in or one drops out so it is briefly the most gorgeous chord. Or maybe it doesn't but I imagine it. I don't know

Bang on about 'vapour trail' couldn't put it better myself. Lovely ending.

Frightened Rabbit's 'Poke', because the last minute or so of instrumental gives you time to try and pull yourself back together again.

The Cure – Plainsong. There’s a sort of dischord on synth at the end, which as it fades I can’t work out if another note comes in or one drops out so it is briefly the most gorgeous chord.

Great shout fella.

Stairway to heaven

Because not getting to the end is just a

Stairway to he...

I've just played it over and over. And I still don't know but I don't think the chord does change. It's just that after a while it isn't dischordant at all, you just accept it as something to be embraced, and once you do that it has a gorgeous warmth after all.

I think fat Bob has encapsulated death in one chord.

Nearly every song that I like. But this one is especially standout because of all the little changes in mood and colour as the story is told/sang. And, the perfectly dismissive closing lyric always cracks me up. Perfect progressive pop.

And I always must listen through to the last note of ‘Zess’ because, it’s final ‘aum’. The end of everything. Don’t want to miss that. Chillingly final.

Radio version fades out as the guitar solo begins argh!

Velveteen - Transvision Vamp

She Sells Sanctuary - The cult

Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap

The most atmospheric version of 'grendel'?

Belle and Sebastian's The Boy with the Arab Strap for the barely audible:

"You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest w@nks
She's a waitress and she's got style"

a local rock station has Pink Floyd's Brain Damage / Eclipse....(the last 2 tracks on Dark Side of the Moon) on its play list but always fades when the vocal ends 👎

Have we done Hotel California..never listenEd to the whole thing until i started playing guitar- now it’s one of my favourite guitar solos

Just posting this for a friend

November Rain

Isn't the outro the only part worth listening to?

Paradise by the dashboard light for anyone over 55 who can remember it

It was long ago and it was far away...but yes I can remember it.

Pachanga Boys - Time.

The extended version is actually 24 minutes , Class though.

Can't you hear me knocking
Crossroads
Hotel California makes me dive for the off button

I remember a cd, but hazy on the details (it was my college days), possibly The Orb, Little Fluffy Clouds that had a hidden extra bit, but you had to let it carry on playing silence for about 15 minutes after the end of the actual track.

Marquee moon, Television

Resurrection, stone roses

Freebird, skynard

Sunshine underground, the chemicals.

Love the Orb, especially Valley from Live 93 album. Incredibly different and remains so today.

Also a vote for ‘Rubies’ by Destroyer.

‘All good things must come to an end - but bad ones just go on forever’

Over 7 minutes long and sounds perfectly and increasingly drunken as it winds down. Not only to the last fragile ‘da da daaaa’, but even to the very end where he (audibly) puts the guitar down and the open mic finally goes silent.

*Edit +1 Marquee Moon, but then also ‘1880 Or So’ for the same reasons.

Another GnR - Breakdown. Kinda offsets Locomotive which starts brilliantly and ends on a pretty damp squib. Get in The Ring might be a ranty diatribe but you can't really stop it halfway either.

And 4’33” by John Cage.

Like what you did there!
A couple of songs by Shawn Colvin in particular I have to listen to right to the end - Wichita Skyline, which has ambient sounds including a dog barking in the distance, followed by a diesel loco horn sounding, with crickets and other faint sounds.
The other on is Sunny Came Home, a song based on a painting, with the protagonist contemplating setting fire to those who hurt her, at the end there’s a pause, then a match being struck, before being blown out.

Luther Alison, Been a long time. Epic slow burning blues with a mental guitar wig out at the end. Stick it on now, full vol. Thank me later.

Doves, There Goes the Fear.

You think they’ve finished and then the last 30 seconds sounds like it was recorded on the forest moon of Endor

Editors “For the Money”. Builds to a cacophonous sinister onslaught that if you miss the end is just wrong!

Another Luther Allison track The Thrill Is Gone

Was played on R2 a few weeks ago, awesome🎸

Napalm Death- You Suffer.

I tried to stop it two thirds of the way through but I'm never quick enough.

Mary Jane by Megadeth. Love the way it builds.

Muse - Citizen Erased

Some fabulous shouts above, especially the Cure, I’d just add Candi Staton and the Source You Got the Love.

Can't argue with I Am The Resurrection or There Goes The Fear, but also...

Ride. Vapour Trail. Just beautiful (EDIT. Didn't spot that this was an old thread I'd already responded too, at least I'm consistent).
The Joy Formidable. Whirring. Makes my brain melt.
The Sisters Of Mercy. Temple Of Love (1992). Ofra Haza!

What do I get?  - Buzzcocks

The Charlatans - Then

Tom Waits - Martha, amazing to have written this as a man in his early 20's.

And 4’33” by John Cage.

Like what you did there!

Glad somebody got it.