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
quote:
Originally posted by Jcocktosten:
quote:
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.
quote:
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.

If there's a goal that everyone remembers,
It was back in ol' 72
We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger
And all I remember is sitting beside you
 
You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey
And I never saw someone say that before
You held my hand and we walked home the long way
You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr
 
Fireworks - The Tragically Hip
I suspect that means more to a Bruins fan of a certain age. Like Gord Downie was. I know there is at least one more around here.
steve8 posted:
If there's a goal that everyone remembers,
It was back in ol' 72
We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger
And all I remember is sitting beside you
 
You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey
And I never saw someone say that before
You held my hand and we walked home the long way
You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr
 
Fireworks - The Tragically Hip
I suspect that means more to a Bruins fan of a certain age. Like Gord Downie was. I know there is at least one more around here.

When are you coming to town with some Habs fans so we can mock and abuse them? 

bman posted:

When are you coming to town with some Habs fans so we can mock and abuse them? 

D'oh. You should know better than to say stuff like that before they are eliminated. That aside, we should try to arrange a dinner in Ottawa.

You also realize there is a thread for the NHL?

steve8 posted:
bman posted:

When are you coming to town with some Habs fans so we can mock and abuse them? 

D'oh. You should know better than to say stuff like that before they are eliminated. That aside, we should try to arrange a dinner in Ottawa.

You also realize there is a thread for the NHL?

Fair point, but better to mock and abuse them when they still have hope!

And yes, you guys are looooooong overdue for an offline here.  We're away until early April and Easter is out but pretty much any other weekend - or weekday, for that matter, now that we are retired - would work!  Send me a PM! 

There was a new guy at work that my boss had to fire this week.  She was totally justified in doing so; he was an "entitled" millennial that couldn't handle the job. Reminded me of these lyrics...

You have to learn to pace yourself
Pressure
You're just like everybody else
Pressure
You've only had to run so far
So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure

You turned the tap dance into your crusade
Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars upon your face
And you cannot handle pressure
All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2
What do you know?
All your life is Channel 13
Sesame Street
What does it mean?
I'll tell you what it means
Pressure
Pressure
 
(In case you missed the point, I work an extremely high pressure job. Been doing it for 20 years, and it seems like many of these new 20-somethings just can't handle it. He was the 3rd one to wash out in the past year. Perhaps we should give them a "Participation Trophy" as they go out the door?)

I'm Lester the Nightfly,
Hello Baton Rouge!
Won't you turn your radio down?
Respect the seven second delay we use.
So you say there's a race
Of men in the trees.
You're for tough legislation.
Thanks for calling,
I wait all night for calls like these.

An independent station, WJAZ.
With jazz and conversation
From the foot on Mt. Belzoni.

And you may find yourself 
Living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself 
In another part of the world
And you may find yourself 
Behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
With a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?

gigabit posted:

And you may find yourself 
Living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself 
In another part of the world
And you may find yourself 
Behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
With a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?

Story of my life, aside from the shack and the large automobile! 

bman posted:
gigabit posted:

And you may find yourself 
Living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself 
In another part of the world
And you may find yourself 
Behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
With a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?

Story of my life, aside from the shack and the large automobile! 

Well, two out of three ain't bad.

Bytown Rick posted:
bman posted:
gigabit posted:

And you may find yourself 
Living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself 
In another part of the world
And you may find yourself 
Behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
With a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?

Story of my life, aside from the shack and the large automobile! 

Well, two out of three ain't bad.

Ha!

Add Reply

Likes (0)
×
×
×
×