Great Lyrics

I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
I lie on the couch 'till suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:

The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the gulf coast
These are the things I miss the most

I kinda like frying up
My sad cuisine
Gettin' in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
But sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most:

The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair
The good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most

I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdy good-bye
Birdy bye-bye

I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
The days really don't last forever
But it's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:

The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the gulf coast
These are the things I miss the most
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Originally posted by Jcocktosten:
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Originally posted by steve8:
Our tastes in music overlap quite a bit Sunnylea, but Steely Dan is not one of them.


I'm with Steve.


Steely Dan is my favourite American band. Gonna see them again in a few weeks. I'd love to get a chance to ask Fagan what the hell some of those lyrics mean!
“Used to think my shit didn’t stink, boy was I wrong/ Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone”


- Lil Wayne

Very moving. Will be remembered years from now - the rhythm, the rhyme, the keen perception . . .

Among the greatest for sure.
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Originally posted by GregT:
“Used to think my shit didn’t stink, boy was I wrong/ Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone”


- Lil Wayne

Very moving. Will be remembered years from now - the rhythm, the rhyme, the keen perception . . .

Among the greatest for sure.


eh

woulda hit home better if he ws approving million dollar deals from the porcelain throne.

not a fan.
O poor Mary Bellows
She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
She left her home in Arkansas
O poor Mary Bellows
She wanted to see the deep blue sea
She travelled across Tennessee
O poor Mary Bellows
She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade
O poor Mary Bellows
Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw the ocean for the first time
O poor Mary Bellows
She checked into a cheap little place
Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase
O poor Mary Bellows
"I'm a good girl, sir", she said to him
I couldn't possibly permit you in
O poor Mary Bellows
Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned away without goodbye
O poor Mary Bellows
She sat on her bed and thought of home
With the sea breeze whistling all alone
O poor Mary Bellows
In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
And undid the latch on the front door
O poor Mary Bellows
They found her the next day cuffed to the bed
A rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O poor Mary Bellows
So mothers keep your girls at home
Don't let them journey all alone
Tell them this world is full of danger
And to shun the company of strangers
A favourite of mine by Allen Toussaint, although I prefer the Little Feat version.

Sunrise
Sunset
Since the beginning it hasn't changed yet
People fly high begin to lose sight
You can't see very clearly when you're in flight

It's high time that you found
The same people you misuse on your way up
You might meet up
On your way down

Vintage wines from the year '62
It's your thing, it's your thing
It pleases you
You got to frown when you cross town
You think it's an honor just to have you around

It's high time that you found
The same dudes you misuse on your way up
You might meet up
On your way down

You think the sun rises and sets for you
But the same sun rises, sets and shines
On the poor folks too
I don't mind you turning round
I myself would even like a little higher ground

It's high time that you found
The same people you walk on on your way up
You might meet up
On your way down
On your way down
Suicide rates have increased by 30% in the United States since 1999.  When I read this, yesterday, I thought about the lyrics to a beautiful song written by Danny Elfman:
 
Everyone says sooner or later you'll reach the end of the line 
When things get rough some think it's easy to jump the ship . . . 
You decide
I say--don't throw it away 
There's about a million reasons why 
Though you've heard them all before 
And you're getting very tired 
Lay your head on my lap and I'll sing you this lullaby
Don't you know 
That everyone around you 
Has felt the pain you feel today 
You're out of control yeah--and you want someone to tell you 
When you wake up in the morning it'll only be a dream 
You're out of control . . .
There's a cloud-rollin' overhead and it seems to rain on no one else 
There's a black sun--casting a black shadow, 
And I know you feel so all alone 
You're out of control--and you want the world to love you 
Or maybe you just want a chance to let them know 
That you live and breathe and suffer 
And your back is in the corner and you've got nowhere to go
Nothin' for nothin'--everything's right at your fingertips--for a price 
Who ever said that life on this planet would ever be paradise 
I say--don't throw it away, you've got too many things to say 
If you throw your life, if you throw away your life . . . 
THe world will never be the same
You're out of control--and you move without direction 
And people look right through your soul 
You're out of control--and you want someone to tell you 
When you wake up in the morning it'll only be a dream 
And I wish that I could tell you, it'll only be a dream

Is this the value of our existence
Should we proclaim with such persistence
Our destiny relies on conscience
Red or blue, what's the difference

An empty face reflects extinction
Ugly scars divide the nation
Desecrate the population
There will be no exhaultation

Sing a song of sad, young men, glasses full of rye
All the news is bad again, kiss your dreams goodbye
All the sad, young men, sitting in the bars
Knowing neon nights and missing all the stars

All the sad, young men, drifting through the town
Drinking up the night, trying not to drown
All the sad, young men, singing in the cold
Trying to forget that they're growing old

All the sad, young men, choking on their youth
Trying to be brave, running from the truth
Autumn turns the leaves to gold, slowly dies the heart
Sad, young men are growing old, that's the cruelest part

All the sad, young men, seek a certain smile
Someone they can hold for just a little while
Tired little girl, does the best she can
Trying to be gay for the sad, young men

While a grimy moon watches from above
All the sad, young men who play at making love
Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men
Let your gentle light guide them home again
All the sad, sad, sad, young men.

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