Great Lyrics

Are there any songs with some lines that really catch your ear and are very memorable?

One of mine is from American Woman by The Guess Who...

I don't need your war machines,
I don't need your ghetto scenes,
Coloured lights can hypnotize,
Sparkle someone else eyes...

It really captures the essence of someone from a neighboring country that is both drawn to and repelled by it's towering neighbor.

Others?
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I don't know that they're great lyrics, but I always liked some of the lines in Stairway to Heaven -- you know sometimes words have two meanings, etc.

Clapton's Tears in Heaven may be a bit shmaltzy to some, but its lyrics have always resonated with me.
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Originally posted by Seaquam:
I don't know that they're great lyrics, but I always liked some of the lines in Stairway to Heaven -- you know sometimes words have two meanings, etc.


If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now. It's just a spring clean for the May Queen.
Ah, I just slapped myself in the head: almost everything Bob Dylan wrote in the first half of his career. How could I forget that? Doesn't even need the music.

I guess the same could be said of Leonard Cohen; in fact in his case the music might almost detract from the lyrics.
"Smile while your heart is breaking."

"Katy lied, you could see it in her eyes."

"Ain't it funny how time slips away."

About half of what Bob Dylan wrote before died and was replaced by a nzumbe.

I could go on for thousands of lines, as long as can stay awake, or sleep.
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From an obscure band, Kitchens of Distinction, I have found both the music and the lyrics to "Elephantine" intriguing...

Sharpen your stunted tusks in this city night.
Yesterday a wide-eyed stabbing
Tonight a crowbar fight a desperate fight.

Sleeping alone and drugged
frightened fat and wet
I swear I'm chasing sanity
Lost easy laughter and forgetting.

I'm going south
To feed the animals
I'm going south
Become elephantine.

Elephant in drought-struck shock
is trumpeting her grief.
Stays with her dying baby trunk
stroking dry and persued
She dies too.

How can I justify wailing at these walls?
Every great nation ends up deserving war.
The lyrics and music of Sting's "Children's Crusade" have always captivated me as well...

Young men, soldiers, Nineteen Fourteen
Marching through countries they'd never seen
Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
All for a Children's Crusade

Pawns in the game are not victims of chance
Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France
Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed

The children of England would never be slaves
They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Corpulent generals safe behind lines
History's lessons drowned in red wine
Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a Children's Crusade

The children of England would never be slaves
They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Midnight in Soho, Nineteen Eighty-four
Fixing in doorways, opium slaves
Poppies for young men, such bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a Children's Crusade
Lastly (for tonight!), while the lyrics of Graham Parker's "Haunted Episodes" may seem a little sappy, they are perfect for the simple and lovely music that accompanies them...

I wonder what you are thinkin'
Under the rooftops there
Pullin tangles from your hair
I wonder if the water you're drinkin'
Comes from a purer stream
The one where sunlight gleams
Things round here dont get any clearer
Stuff that once seemed in reach
is not any nearer

I wonder if that house is still standin'
or did they knock it flat
Well thats progress that's that
I wonder who was more demanding
We were just young I guess
neither would settle for less
Still it's not a whole life story is it?
Its just a page I turned and
there you were in it

I wonder how you are farin'
not sliding down a slope
Takin the knocks I hope
I wonder where your eyes are starin'
Not into some emptiness
into someone's I guess
But that still won't make things any clearer
People seem to drift apart
instead of getting nearer

I wonder what you are doin'
under the evening sky
Watchin' your life go by
I wonder if that place is in ruins
and all the doors are closed
Thats just the way it goes
I wonder what there is worth keepin'
from haunted episodes
That briefly woke us from sleepin'
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Originally posted by winetarelli:
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Originally posted by GreenDrazi:
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?

Big Grin

Lyrically, "Chimes of Freedom" is my favorite song. By far. There is a reason he has the reputation he does.

You sound like my Con Law II professor. Cool
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Originally posted by Seaquam:
Ah, I just slapped myself in the head: almost everything Bob Dylan wrote in the first half of his career. How could I forget that? Doesn't even need the music.

I guess the same could be said of Leonard Cohen; in fact in his case the music might almost detract from the lyrics.


I almost fell out of my chair when I saw you did not list Dylan and Cohen. Eek

+1, and Joni Mitchell.
Stoneface dog, swirling fog, gates open on the dark dark night
Standing stone, skull and bone, dead witness to an unseen fight
Beat the drum, beat the drum, beat forever on the endless march
Stricken dumb, Cut and run, someone is screaming and the sky is dark

Sword and shield, bone and steel, rictus grin
Deaf forever to the battles din

March or croak, flame and smoke, burn forever in eternal pain
Charge and fall, bugle call, bone splinter in the driving rain
Horses scream, Viking dream, drowned heroes in a lake of blood
Armoured fist, severed wrist, broken spears in a sea of mud

Deaf forever, Stone Deaf Forever

Mother earth, mother earth enfold you in her cold embrace
Sinking down, killing ground, worm crawling on your cold white face
Win or lose, nought to choose, all men are equal when their memory fades
No one knows, friends or foes, if Valhalla lies beyond the grave
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.

I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in your pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.
Great topic!

My all time favorite lyric is from a Bruce Cockburn song “Call It Democracy.”

The section I like best is…

Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament --
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

I never thought anyone would work “idolatry of ideology” into a song lyric, but then Bruce did it!

The whole stinking song gets more apt every year, and it’s 25 years old.

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3SQkUSe-ng

The whole song is...

Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom

Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament --
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

North South East West
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make a buck
You don't really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

See the paid-off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
Open for business like a cheap bordello

And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy

See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of it the way kids do
One day you're going to rise from your habitual feast
To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
They call the revolution

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

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Going more popish, I like bits of some songs where the rest of the song leaves me flat, but the lyrical bit shines.

Sneaking cool references into songs pleases me….

“Just like Pagliacci did
I keep my sorrows hid”

And also…

"It's no use, he sees her
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabokov"

Really, Pagliacci and Nabokov in pop lyrics? Well done!


I will also go with Bob Dylan still being the bomb. “Spirit on the Water” is killer, as is “Mississippi” (the version from disc one of Tell Tale Signs is worth the price of the whole album.)

I like this little line about his woman…

"Can't explain
The sources of this hidden pain
You burned your way into my heart
You got the key to my brain."
Damn!

Forgot my favorite Dylan lyric:

"Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you"


That just about sums up the biggest f**k you, ever.

Positively Fourth Street is so good, I spent years looking for bootlegs of Positively First Street, Positively Second Street, and Positively Third Street; all the while hoping he'd get around to writing Positively Fifth Street!
A couple ditties from Pearl Jam

These speak to me on how I live my life

I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine


and

I'll do what I want but do it responsibly

A larger snippet in context


"I Am Mine"

The selfish, they're all standing in line
Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind

The North is to South what the clock is to time
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine

I am mine

"Do the Evolution"

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want, but do it responsibly
It's evolution, baby
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Originally posted by snipes:
A couple ditties from Pearl Jam

These speak to me on how I live my life

I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine


and

I'll do what I want but do it responsibly

A larger snippet in context


"I Am Mine"

The selfish, they're all standing in line
Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind

The North is to South what the clock is to time
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine

I am mine

"Do the Evolution"

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want, but do it responsibly
It's evolution, baby


For me, the best PJ line is ..

'I know some day you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star,
In somebody else's sky but why, why, why can't it be mine...'
In light of recent economic events, these lyrics strike me as appropriate for today (even though the Dow finished slightly up today):

When Black Friday comes
I'll stand down by the door
And catch the grey men when they
Dive from the fourteenth floor
When Black Friday comes
I'll collect everything I'm owed
And before my friends find out
I'll be on the road
When Black Friday falls you know it's got to be
Don't let it fall on me
When Black Friday comes
I'll fly down to Muswellbrook
Gonna strike all the big red words
From my little black book
Gonna do just what I please
Gonna wear no socks and shoes
With nothing to do but feed
All the kangaroos
When Black Friday comes I'll be on that hill
You know I will

When Black Friday comes
I'm gonna dig myself a hole
Gonna lay down in it 'til
I satisfy my soul
Gonna let the world pass by me
The Archbishop's gonna sanctify me
And if he don't come across
I'm gonna let it roll
When Black Friday comes
I'm gonna stake my claim
I'll guess I'll change my name
One of my favorite Elton John songs (lyrics by Bernie Taupin)

And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
chorus
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
Hey, I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
Hey, I'm your life
I'm the one who cares
They, they betray
I'm your only true friend now
They, they'll betray
I'm forever there
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel, sad but true
I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
You know it's sad but true, sad but true

You, you're my mask
You're my cover, my shelter
You, you're my mask
You're the one who's blamed
Do, do my work
Do my dirty work, scapegoat
Do, do my deeds, for you're the one who's shamed
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel, sad but true
I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
You know it's sad but true, sad but true

I'm your dream
I'm your eyes
I'm your pain
I'm your dream (I'm your dream)
I'm your eyes (I'm your eyes)
I'm your pain (I'm your pain)
You know it's sad but true

Hate, I'm your hate
I'm your hate when you want love
Pay, pay the price
Pay for nothing's fair
Hey, I'm your life
I'm the one who took you here
Hey, I'm you life and I no longer care
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel, sad but true
I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you, sad but true
A short, simple lyric that I think is a classic turn of phrase to say someone is a douche back

"It's safe to say he never met Will Rogers."

And one of my favorites:

It was late one night on a Kentucky highway, up ahead on the horizon,
It was there before my eyes, I saw the glowin’ cross of Jesus Christ.
I saw Jesus on the grille, of a south-bound Peterbilt,
Catchin’ bugs between his teeth, and glowin’ for everyone to see.
He don’t stop at those toll-booths, the state troopers let him roll on thru,
Folks stop and stare at his long flowing hair, and his gold-capped tooth.
I saw Jesus on the Grille, rolling down the Interstate,
And I know we won’t be late no darling, with the potentate of hauling freight,

Talkin’ Jesus, riding on the Grille, Talkin’ Jesus blessing every road-kill.
Talkin’ Jesus giving points for good behavior,
I’ve been redeemed by the 75 mph savior, tell it mommy now.

I saw him down at a roadside diner, with a soybean burger and a side of fries,
A big ol’ glass of chocolate milk, and a slice of apple pie.
"I was so pleased to be informed of this, that I ran fifty red lights in His honor."

"I come awake
with a gift for womankind.
You're still asleep,
but the gift don't seem to mind."

"Tequila!"

"Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand,
I don't much, I'm a quiet man.
Beauty and silence both run deep,
and I'm running like crazy while you are asleep."
Some powerful lyrics of the Easter Uprising of 1916: listen here.

The Foggy Dew
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter-tide
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro
In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
Hmmmm

Everyone is trying to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.

There is a party, everyone is there.
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, and so much fun.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.

When this kiss is over it will start again.
It will not be any different, it will be exactly
the same.
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be so much fun.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
I'm thinking of the days,
I won't forget a single day, believe me.

I bless the light,
I bless the light that lights on you believe me.
And though you're gone,
You're with me every single day, believe me.

Days I'll remember all my life,
Days when you can't see wrong from right.
You took my life,
But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me,
But it's all right,
Now I'm not frightened of this world, believe me.

I wish today could be tomorrow,
The night is dark,
It just brings sorrow anyway.

Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
I'm thinking of the days,
I won't forget a single day, believe me.

Days I'll remember all my life,
Days when you can't see wrong from right.
You took my life,
But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me,
But it's all right,
Now I'm not frightened of this world, believe me.
Days.

Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
I'm thinking of the days,
I won't forget a single day, believe me.

I bless the light,
I bless the light that shines on you believe me.
And though you're gone,
You're with me every single day, believe me.
Days.
People take pictures of the Summer,
Just in case someone thought they had missed it,
And to proved that it really existed.
Fathers take pictures of the mothers,
And the sisters take pictures of brothers,
Just to show that they love one another.

You can't picture love that you took from me,
When we were young and the world was free.
Pictures of things as they used to be,
Don't show me no more, please.

People take pictures of each other,
Just to prove that they really existed,
Just to prove that they really existed.
People take pictures of each other,
And the moment to last them for ever,
Of the time when they mattered to someone.
Ow, My Face :

I'm glad your happy
watching my pain
burning crop circles
on my soul's razor brain
we had no love scene
but you cut to the chase
you're choppin' off my nose
to spite my face
ow, my nose
ow, my face
ow, my nose
ow, my face
oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

By Mystik Spiral, the greatest band that never was.
Most Steely Dan lyrics are memorable.

Great lyrics, and in a much lighter vein, are "Paradise by the Dashboard Light". The baseball analogy is especially brilliant.

I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake
And there was not another car in sight
And I never had a girl
Looking any better than you did
And all the kids at school
They were wishing they were me that night

And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C'mon, hold on tight
C'mon, hold on tight

Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light

[Girl:]
Ain't no doubt about it we were doubly blessed
'Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely dressed

[Both:]
Ain't no doubt about it
Baby got to go out and shout it
Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed

[Boy:]
'Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely dressed

Baby don'cha hear my heart
You got it drowing out the radio
I've been waiting so long
For you to come along and have some fun
And I gotta let you know
No you're never gonna regret it
So open up your eyes, I got a big surprise
It'll feel all right
Well I wanna make you motor run

And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C'mon, Hold on tight
C'mon, Hold on tight

[Both:]
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Paradise by the dashboard light

You got to do what you can
And let Mother Nature do the rest
Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
'Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely

We're gonna go all the way tonight
We're gonna go all the way
And tonight's the night

[Radio Broadcast:]
OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here
Two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth
There's the wind-up, and there it is
A line shot up the middle, look at him go
This boy can really fly
He's rounding first and really turning it on now
He's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for second
The ball is bobbled out in the center
And here's the throw and what a throw
He's gonna slide in head first
Here he comes, he's out
No, wait, safe, safe at second base
This kid really makes things happen out there
Batter steps up to the plate
Here's the pitch, he's going
Amd what a jump he's got
He's trying for third
Here's the throw
It's in the dirt, safe a third
Holw cow, stolen base
He's taking a pretty big lead out there
Almost daring them to pick him off
The pitcher glances over, winds-up and it's bunted
Bunted down the third base line
The suicide squeeze is on
Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close
Here's the throw, here's the play at the plate
Holy cow, I think he's gonna make it

[Girl:]
Stop right there
I gotta know right now
Before we go any further

Do you love me
Will you love me forever
Do you need me
Will you make me so happy
For the rest of my life
Will you take me away
And will you make me your wife
Do you love me
Will you love me forever
Do you need me
Will you make me so happy
For the rest of my life
Will you take me away
And will you make me your wife

I gotta know right now
Before we go any further
Do you love me
Will you love me forever

[Boy:]
Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you an answer in the morning

Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you an answer in the morning

Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you an answer in the morning

[Girl:]
I gotta know right now
Do you love me
Will you love me forever
Do you need me
Will you make me so happy
For the rest of my life
Will you take me away
And will you make me your wife
I gotta know right now
Before we go any further
Do you love me
And will you love me forever

[Boy:]
Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you an answer in the morning
Let me sleep on it

[Girl:]
Will you love me forever

[Boy:]
Let me sleep on it

[Girl:]
Will you love me forever

[Boy:]
I couldn't take it any longer
Lord I was crazed
And when the feeling came upon me
Like a tidal wave
I started swearing to my god
And on my mother's grave
That I would love you to the end of time
I swore I would love you to the end of time

So now I'm praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
'Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don't think that I can really survive
I'll never break my promise or forget my vow
But God only knows what I can do right now
I'm praying for the end of time
So I can end my time with you

[Boy:]
It was long ago and it was far away,
And it was so much better than it is today.

[Girl:]
It never felt so good, It never felt so right
And we were glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.
A couple of gems from the Clash

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in her for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

and

But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
That he who fucks nuns will later join the church
Oh and one from Paul Westerberg

She don't wear no pants and she don't wear no tie
Always on the ball, she's always on strike
Struttin' up the aisle, big deal, you get to fly
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

Paid my fare, don't wanna complain
You get to me, you're always outta champagne
Treat me like a bum, don't wear no tie
'cause you ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky

And the sign says, "Thank you very much for not smoking"
My own sign says, "I'm sorry, I'm smokin'"
Don't treat me special, don't kiss my ass
Treat me like the way they treat 'em up in first class

Sanitation expert and a maintenance engineer
Garbage man, a janitor and you my dear
A real union flight attendant, my oh my
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin' but a waitress in the sky
Wow, this is getting serious.

So here's my EC pick of the day:

Now it's just you and me, my blue friend
And you say that it's you that she's thinking of
And our affair must end
But if it's you that she's thinking of
I think my broken heart might mend

[Chorus:]
Now it's my turn to talk and your turn to think
Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
Your turn to cry and my turn to sink down in the Blue Chair
Down in the Blue Chair

Now I've made up my mind I've made my mistake
And I know that she cries for you
When she's barely awake
She's going to bend your mind
Well I hope it don't break

[Chorus]

Down in the Blue Chair
We can watch our troubles rise
Like smoke into the air
And drift up to the ceiling
Down in the Blue Chair
You can feel just like a boy or a man
And next minute you can find yourself kneeling
Down in the Blue Chair
They're boasting of loving the daylights right out of her in the small hours
Down in the Blue Chair
You say that your love lasts forever when you know the night is just hours

And still I want her right now
Not any minute, hour or day
And wherever she is tonight
I want her anyway
I suppose she never said to you,
You were just in the way

[Chorus]

Down in the Blue Chair
Down in the blue
Blue becomes you
Down in the Blue Chair
And on the not so serious side:


Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade



(by the way, peaches are just coming into season here in Michigan--Yuuummmmyy!)
quote:
Originally posted by Redhawk:
And on the not so serious side:


Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade



(by the way, peaches are just coming into season here in Michigan--Yuuummmmyy!)


Cool! Peaches!

"Blow up your T.V.
Throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home.
Plant a little garden,
eat a lot of peaches.
Try and find Jesus on your own."
A big +1 on Leonard Cohen, and Joni Mitchell.

I'm a big fan of PJ Harvey and her lyrics. Here's a snippet from "The Dancer" off her album To Bring you my Love:

He came riding fast like a phoenix out of fire flames
He came dressed in black with a cross bearing my name
He came bathed in light and the splendor and glory
I can't believe what the lord has finally sent me

He said dance for me, fanciulla gentile
He said laugh awhile, I can make your heart feel
He said fly with me, touch the face of the true God
And then cry with joy at the depth of my love

'Cause I've prayed days, I've prayed nights
For the lord just to send me home some sign
I've looked long, I've looked far
To bring peace to my black and empty heart
"Hurt" (Johnny Cash version)

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

One of the most powerful songs today, IMO.
The video is even stronger.
Literally gives me goose bumps every time I hear it.
In a lifetime of writing great lyrics, one of Dylan's greatest:
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ’neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
quote:
Originally posted by TPEwinedrinker:
I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts

Changed my life the first time I heard it.


Me too. Second best post on this thread. It kind of sucks. I think it was meant for people to jot a couple lines down maybe half a verse or so, but people are cutting and pasting full lyrics. Boo.
Seems to be a lot of Leonard Cohen fans here. My only knowledge of him comes from Manhattan

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

Am I missing something?
This was my anthem when I moved out at 18:

I don't need you to worry for me, 'cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I stil belong, dont get me wrong
You can speak your mind, but not on my time

They will tell you you can't sleep alone in a strange place
Then they'll tell you you can't sleep with somebody else
Oh, but sooner or later you sleep in your own space
Either way it's ok, you wake up with yourself
quote:
Originally posted by mneeley490:
Seems to be a lot of Leonard Cohen fans here. My only knowledge of him comes from Manhattan

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

Am I missing something?


Yes. Search out Suzanne, So Long Marianne, Hallelujah, Bird on a Wire, I'm Your Man, Dance Me to the End of Love, Tower of Song, That's No Way to Say Goodbye, Sisters of Mercy, and a bunch more that didn't come to mind quickly but I'll think of them later.

I think Cohen is much more of a poet than a songwriter; I think some of his work is put to music as an afterthought, so the lyrics always surpass the tunes in his case.
quote:
Originally posted by mneeley490:
This was my anthem when I moved out at 18:

I don't need you to worry for me, 'cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I stil belong, dont get me wrong
You can speak your mind, but not on my time

They will tell you you can't sleep alone in a strange place
Then they'll tell you you can't sleep with somebody else
Oh, but sooner or later you sleep in your own space
Either way it's ok, you wake up with yourself

Never realized the theme song from Bosom Buddies would have such a profound impact on someone's life. Wink
quote:
Originally posted by Seaquam:
Search out Suzanne, So Long Marianne, Hallelujah, Bird on a Wire, I'm Your Man, Dance Me to the End of Love, Tower of Song, That's No Way to Say Goodbye, Sisters of Mercy, and a bunch more that didn't come to mind quickly but I'll think of them later, like Famous Blue Raincoat and Master Song

I think Cohen is much more of a poet than a songwriter; I think some of his work is put to music as an afterthought, so the lyrics always surpass the tunes in his case.
quote:
Originally posted by Seaquam:
quote:
Originally posted by mneeley490:
Seems to be a lot of Leonard Cohen fans here. My only knowledge of him comes from Manhattan

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

Am I missing something?


Yes. Search out Suzanne, So Long Marianne, Hallelujah, Bird on a Wire, I'm Your Man, Dance Me to the End of Love, Tower of Song, That's No Way to Say Goodbye, Sisters of Mercy, and a bunch more that didn't come to mind quickly but I'll think of them later.

I think Cohen is much more of a poet than a songwriter; I think some of his work is put to music as an afterthought, so the lyrics always surpass the tunes in his case.


Indeed. Aside from Hallelujah which is brilliant and the exception that proves the rule, he never should have picked up microphone. Lyrics are genius, the rest, not so much.....
This one came up on the iPod on the way home tonight - IMO one of the most beautiful songs ever recorded as far as both lyrics, melody and voice.

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart

You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely nights dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our live was new
And each kiss an inspiration
Bit that was long ago
Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song

Beside a garden wall where stars are bright
You are in my heart
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
A paradise where roses bloom
Though I dream in vain
In my heart you will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain
quote:
Originally posted by TPEwinedrinker:
quote:
Originally posted by mneeley490:
This was my anthem when I moved out at 18:

I don't need you to worry for me, 'cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I stil belong, dont get me wrong
You can speak your mind, but not on my time

They will tell you you can't sleep alone in a strange place
Then they'll tell you you can't sleep with somebody else
Oh, but sooner or later you sleep in your own space
Either way it's ok, you wake up with yourself

Never realized the theme song from Bosom Buddies would have such a profound impact on someone's life. Wink

Hey, I liked that show!

Unfortunately, I think my daughter has now picked up the mantle of this song. She is looking at buying a house, and has forbidden me to see her picks first. Ok, so maybe I was a little critical of the first dump she looked at...
Sometimes I try to do things but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to, and I get real frustrated and then like I try hard to do it, and I like, take my time but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. It's like, I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out. It's like, I need time to figure these things out, but there's always someone there going “hey mike, you know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you know? You need to maybe get away. And like, maybe you should talk about it, you'll feel a lot better.” And I'm all like “oh, nah, it's ok, you know. I'll figure it out. Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out, you know? I'm just working on it by myself.” And they go “well, you know, if you wanna talk about it, I'll be here, you know? And you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it. So why don't you talk about it?” I go “no, I don't want to! I'm ok. I'll figure it out myself!” But they just keep bugging me, they just keep bugging me, and it builds up inside.

So you're gonna be institutionalized.
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes.
You won't have anything to say.
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.

I'm not crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're the one that's crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're driving me crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!

They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help to protect me from the enemy, myself.

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything, but then again I was thinking about nothing. And then my mom came in, and I didn't even know she was there. She called my name and I didn't hear her and then she started screaming “Mike, Mike!” And I go “what? What's the matter?” She goes “what's the matter with you?” I go “there's nothing wrong, mom.” Shes all “don't tell me that! You're on drugs!” I go “no mom, I'm not on drugs. I'm ok, I'm just thinking, you know? Why don't you get me a Pepsi?” She goes “No! You're on drugs!” I go “mom, I'm ok. I'm just thinking.” She goes “No! You're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't be acting that way!” I go “mom, just get me a Pepsi! Please, all I want is a Pepsi!” And she wouldn't give it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me! Just a Pepsi!

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves!
Tied around your back, you're treated like thieves!
Drug you up because they're lazy!
It's too much work to help a crazy!

I'm not crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're the one who's crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're driving me crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!

They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help, to protect me from the enemy, myself.

I'm sitting in my room, when my mom and my dad came in. they pulled up a chair and they sat down. They go “mike, we need to talk to you.” And I go “ok, what's the matter?” They go “me and your mom, we've noticed that lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been going off for no reason, and we're afraid you're going to hurt somebody, and we're afraid you're going to hurt yourself. So we decided that it would be in your best interest if we put you somewhere where you could get the help that you need.” And I go “wait, what are you talking about, WE decided? MY best interests? How do you know what MY best interest is? How can you say what MY best interest is? What are you trying to say? I'M crazy? When I went to YOUR schools, I went to YOUR churches, I went to YOUR institutional learning facilities? So how can you say I'M crazy?”

They say they're gonna fix my brain.
Alleviate my suffering and my pain.
But by the time they fix my head,
Mentally I'll be dead.

I'm not crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're the one who's crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're driving me crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!

They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help, to protect me from the enemy, myself.

Doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyways.
quote:
Originally posted by mneeley490:
quote:
Originally posted by TPEwinedrinker:
quote:
Originally posted by mneeley490:
This was my anthem when I moved out at 18:

I don't need you to worry for me, 'cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone

I never said you had to offer me a second chance
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
I stil belong, dont get me wrong
You can speak your mind, but not on my time

They will tell you you can't sleep alone in a strange place
Then they'll tell you you can't sleep with somebody else
Oh, but sooner or later you sleep in your own space
Either way it's ok, you wake up with yourself

Never realized the theme song from Bosom Buddies would have such a profound impact on someone's life. Wink

Hey, I liked that show!

Unfortunately, I think my daughter has now picked up the mantle of this song. She is looking at buying a house, and has forbidden me to see her picks first. Ok, so maybe I was a little critical of the first dump she looked at...

I liked that show too... You're a good sport. Smile. Hope your daughter finds the right home (one she loves and one you are happy to see her in).
quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
quote:
Originally posted by duckfaninmt:
........I'm not crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're the one who's crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're driving me crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!.............
I would have chosen Suicidal Failure but fair enough......


I understand now, and I'm sorry.
quote:
Originally posted by Adam10:
quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
quote:
Originally posted by duckfaninmt:
........I'm not crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're the one who's crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!
You're driving me crazy - IN AN INSTITUTION!!!.............
I would have chosen Suicidal Failure but fair enough......


I understand now, and I'm sorry.
You really don't want to go on do you? Didn't getting owned earlier teach you anything?

Perhaps you have the acuity of the average canine and simply need repetitive training.
quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
getting owned


Riiight, if you say so, of course. The part where you educated me on the English language and its definitions was the most telling part. What's that? It wasn't quite that way round? Oh dear...

In any case, I refuse to go on. I'm genuinely sorry, angry little man. I will not be held accountable for your actions. I didn't realise the state of mind I was addressing. Bless.
quote:
Originally posted by Adam10:
quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
getting owned


Riiight, if you say so, of course. The part where you educated me on the English language and its definitions was the most telling part. What's that? It wasn't quite that way round? Oh dear...

In any case, I refuse to go on. I'm genuinely sorry, angry little man. I will not be held accountable for your actions. I didn't realise the state of mind I was addressing. Bless.
Just consider me your Pavlov. Apparently you will be a rather difficult breed to train, but I have patience.

Go back and read the other thread. You really did come off as pathetic and over matched. Show it to someone you trust, because it's obvious that you are incapable of comprehending it yourself.

By the way, you are not significant enough to generate the emotion of anger in me. Bemusement maybe. Angry? Again, you overestimate yourself. Like I told you before, I won't make that mistake again.

Tootles.
quote:
Originally posted by ThistlinTom:
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar
And put bread in my jar
And say "man, what are you doing here?"


Yes!!! I was reading through all this and hadn't seen (I don't think...lots written) any Billy Joel references. "Piano Man" is certainly at or near the top. He's an amazing songwriter.
One (second) last word (as you're a guarantee for the last) to avoid confusion:

quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
Like I told you before, I won't make that mistake again.


Think you already have, mate. Yes I see the irony, before you start.

quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
Go back and read the other thread. You really did come off as pathetic and over matched.


Again, if you say so. You must love to ref your own matches. Didn't see anyone agree with you though, ace. Factually though, you were 'owned' on your writing. You conveniently ignore this, but everyone here can read for themselves. Smug? I was. Now though, I'm worried.

quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
you are not significant enough to generate the emotion of anger in me.


I didn't claim to. Based on what I just learned in this thread, it is an emotion that is already deeply entrenched in you, and I can't bring myself to allow it to fester.

quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
Tootles.


Oh dear.
quote:
Originally posted by Adam10:
One (second) last word (as you're a guarantee for the last) to avoid confusion:

quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
Like I told you before, I won't make that mistake again.


Think you already have, mate. Yes I see the irony, before you start.

quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
Go back and read the other thread. You really did come off as pathetic and over matched.


Again, if you say so. You must love to ref your own matches. Didn't see anyone agree with you though, ace. Factually though, you were 'owned' on your writing. You conveniently ignore this, but everyone here can read for themselves. Smug? I was. Now though, I'm worried.

quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
you are not significant enough to generate the emotion of anger in me.


I didn't claim to. Based on what I just learned in this thread, it is an emotion that is already deeply entrenched in you, and I can't bring myself to allow it to fester.

quote:
Originally posted by Gigond Ass:
Tootles.


Oh dear.
LOL. Perhaps you are a cat and not a dog. You're correct. I overestimated your intelligence again. So be it. I stand corrected. However, GA rolls a ball of yarn across the forum and you mindlessly chase it. Again, you are owned. Ask anyone.

You were, and are completely owned. It's actually funny in a pathetic tragic sort of way, but I'm sure you are used to people having overt sympathy for you. You know, like the kind you have for someone with a club foot. Unfortunately for you it's for having a club brain so to speak. You, smug? More like lacking self awareness. You know, like a house cat.

Again, thank you for your complete misunderstanding of my emotional state. It isn't anger, it's actually a state of being entertained. I get that way when someone that lacks the intellect attempts to best me. You are entertaining. Just because you are so easy to best.

Consider this post, just another ball of yarn rolled across within your view.

Come on little house cat. Chase away......

LOL!
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe

Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye"

Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

CHORUS
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it


Josef Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc

Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock

Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland

Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez

*chorus*

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Zhou Enlai, Bridge On The River Kwai

Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California Baseball,
Starkweather homicide, Children of Thalidomide

Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia
Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go

U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo

*chorus*

Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land,
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion

Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson

Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician sex
J.F.K. blown away, what else do I have to say

*chorus*

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock

Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan

Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal suicide
Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz

Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
Rock and Roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore!
I think these are beautiful lyrics. I sent them a few years ago to a friend who had just lost her daughter.

"It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind"
Did someone post this already?

Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
Energy spent

Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant

(and on it goes to Brenda and Eddie, etc. - LOVE that song!)
quote:
Originally posted by PurpleHaze:
In anticipation of John Prine coming to town next week:

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County,
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay,
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking,
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away.

PH


John Prine is one of the best. I am a big fan and particularly of that song
Home - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros:

“Jade?”
“Alexander?”
“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”
“Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.”
“What didn’t you tell me?”
“While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now.”
“Now I know.”

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is whenever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

Ahh, Home
Yes, I am Home
Home is when I’m alone with you.

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Moats & boats & waterfalls & pay phone calls

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you
quote:
Originally posted by Jcocktosten:
John Prine is one of the best. I am a big fan and particularly of that song


Definitely an "under the radar" guy, John is. I had the rare opportunity to hear him and Bonnie Raitt sing Angel from Montgomery together here in DC some years back. I still get misty remembering it. Damn fine song too, that one.

PH
Oh well, if we're talking John Prine

No, We're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
Our steak and martinis
Is draft beer with weenies
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard and Husky
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love

or

He ain't got laid in a month of sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
quote:
Originally posted by steve8:
He ain't got laid in a month of sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go



The song I quoted has a very similar vocal interplay to this song.

From Prine, you cannot omit this one:


Up in the morning
Work like a dog
Is better than sitting
Like a bump on a log
Mind all your manners
Be quiet as a mouse
Some day you'll own a home
That's as big as a house

I know a fella
He eats like a horse
Knocks his old balls
Round the old golf course
You oughta see his wife
She's a cute little dish
She smokes like a chimney
And drinks like a fish

There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world

Now Elvis had a woman
With a head like a rock
I wished I had a woman
That made my knees knock
She'd sing like an angel
And eat like a bird
And if I wrote a song
She'd know ever single word

Kiss a little baby
Give the world a smile
If you take an inch
Give 'em back a mile
Cause if you lie like a rug
And you don't give a damn
You're never gonna be
As happy as a clam

So I'm sitting in a hotel
Trying to write a song
My head is just as empty
As the day is long
Why it's clear as a bell
I should have gone to school
I'd be wise as an owl
Stead of stubborn as a mule.
John Prine on Illegal Smile -
"I have to confess, the song was not about smokin' dope. It was more about how, ever since I was a child, I've had this view of the world where I would find myself smiling at stuff nobody else was smiling at. But it was such a good anthem for dope smokers that I didn't want to stop every time I played it and make a disclaimer."
Prine is an American Original. I've seem him 7-8 times over his career; last was last year in Reno. He is still true to his roots. Never sold out.
A rather bittersweet song, but the opening lyrics evoke such a clear picture and emotion for me.

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
(Bump for a great thread)

I've these dreams of
Walking home
Home where it used to be
And everything is
As it was
Frozen in front of me

Here I stand
6 feet small
romanticizing years ago
but it's a bitter sweet feeling hearing
"Wrapped Around Your Finger" on the radio

and these days
I wish I was 6 again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman

Oh, if only my life was more like 1983
all these things would be more like they
were at the start of me
had it made in 83

thinking bout my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18 month delay

Here I stand
6 feet small
and smiling cause I'm scared as hell
kind of like my life is like a sequel to a movie
where the actor's names have changed
oh well

well these days
I wish I was 6 again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman

Oh, if only my life was more like 1983
all these things would be more like they
were at the start of me
If my life was more like 1983
plot a course to the source of the
purest little part of me

and most my memories
have escaped me
or confused themselves within dreams
if heaven's all we want it to be
send your prayers to me
care of 1983

you can paint that house a rainbow of colors
rip out the floorboards
replace the shutters but
that's my plastic in the dirt

whatever happened to my
whatever happened to my
whatever happened to my lunchbox
when came the day that it got
thrown away and don't you think I should have had some say
in that decision

If only my life...
Great timing. Just listening to some Chris Smither (a font of great lyrics) and am replaying Crocodlie Man (written by Dave Carter, RIP....) I love Chris' version best....


Mama she raised me on riddles and trances
Fatback, channel-cat, lily white lies
Rocked my cradle in a jimmy-crack fancy
Never met papa and I never asked why

And people say papa wasn't no account anyway
People say papa was a rollin' stone
I turned twenty on the Waccamaw throughway
Hitchin' upriver in the dark alone

{Refrain}
Sleepin' with a stranger in a no name town
Thanksgivin' dinner at the Top Hat Lounge
Christmas Eve at the Fantasy Tan
Lord have mercy on the crocodile man
Lord have mercy on the crocodile man

Well I hooked up with a carny, little out of Memphis
Slavin' in a side show, pennies in a jar
Beetle-eyed jokers and hick town princes
Rhinestone rubies and rubber cigars

Wrassled me a gator up in Omaha City
Did me another down in New Orleans
Tangled with the barker, ran off with the kitty
Crawled the Mississippi and I got away clean

{Refrain}

Underneath the levee in a cattail thicket
Hidden in the shadow of a shady grove
There's a thatched roof risin' from a poke fence picket
White smoke billows from a kettle black stove

Inside the house is the hall of mirrors
Inside the mirror is the temple of sin
Inside the temple is the face of mama
And mama she knows just where I been
Yeah, mama know exactly where her bad boy been –


Terrible video, but a very good rendition.....

PH
Life by the Drop - SRV:

Hello there, my old friend
Not so long ago it was til the end
We played outside in the pouring rain
On our way up the road we started over again

You're living our dream oh you on top
my mind is aching,' Lord it won't stop
That's how it happens living life by the drop

Up and down the road in our worn down shoes
Talking about good things and singing the blues
you went your way and I stayed behind
We both knew it was just a matter of time

You're living our dream oh you on top
my mind is aching,' Lord it won't stop
That's how it happens living life by the drop

No wasted time, we're alive today
Churning up the past, there's no easier way
Time's been between us, a means to an end
God it's good to be here walking together my friend

We're living our dreams
my mind's stopped aching,'
That's how it happened living life by the drop
That's how it happened living life by the drop
That's how it happened living life by the drop
With the recent publication of Rick Springfield's first novel, perhaps it's appropriate to share my favorite Springfield lyric:

"You know I feel so dirty when they start talkin' cute
I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is prob'ly moot"
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about the grief

U2- Fly

My father is a rich man
He wears a rich man's cloak
Gave me the keys to his kingdom coming
Gave me a cup of gold

He said I have many mansions
And there are many rooms to see
But I left by the back door
And I threw away the key

U2 - The First Time
quote:
Originally posted by Vinyrd Skynyrd:
With the recent publication of Rick Springfield's first novel, perhaps it's appropriate to share my favorite Springfield lyric:

"You know I feel so dirty when they start talkin' cute
I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is prob'ly moot"


I always thought he was singing "I wish that I was Jessie's girl". Puts a whole other spin on it.
Oh, hello, give me missing persons.
They said, what is it that you need?
I said, oh I need her so...
They said, you've got to stop your pleading.

And no matter what I do,
Even pray to heaven above,
All you'll ever get from her is
Long distance love.

I read the papers,
I got the blues,
I was so sad to hear the news.
Help wanted, but not enough.
You know these times are gettin' rough.

Cause no matter what I do,
I even pray to heaven above,
All I ever get from her is long distance love.

You know her toes were so pretty,
And her lies so sweet.
I wonder does she know,
Does she know she hurt me so?

And no matter what I do,
I even pray to heaven above,
All I seem to get from her is
Long distance love.
Long distance love.

Little Feat - Long Distance Love
quote:
Originally posted by patespo1:
quote:
Originally posted by snipes:
A couple ditties from Pearl Jam

These speak to me on how I live my life

I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine


and

I'll do what I want but do it responsibly

A larger snippet in context


"I Am Mine"

The selfish, they're all standing in line
Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind

The North is to South what the clock is to time
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine

I am mine

"Do the Evolution"

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want, but do it responsibly
It's evolution, baby


For me, the best PJ line is ..

'I know some day you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star,
In somebody else's sky but why, why, why can't it be mine...'


+1...my favorite PJ line as well. I feel like their new song, "Sirens," is a sequel to "Black."
Some lines that have always stood out to me, from IMO the greatest songwriter of all time:

"In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains"

The Boxer, Paul Simon

"My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day."

"And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you."

Kathy's Song, Paul Simon
This one really sticks with me... Great Lyrics and inner meaning.

"Awake My Soul"

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
My weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har

Awake my soul
Awake my soul

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Har har, har har, har har, har har

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
And where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
And where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker

Awake my soul
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
quote:
Originally posted by PurpleHaze:
quote:
Originally posted by sunnylea57:

Little Feat - Long Distance Love


Love this song. And Lowell George's singing on it is just perfectly plaintive.

And she had pretty toes too.... Banana Very few things more off-putting than a hot chick with ugly feet. Ack

PH


My favourite line! "Her toes they were so pretty, and her lies so sweet."

The lyrics on the liner notes show this as "her life so sweet", but it's wrong. I have a number of live bootlegs and Lowell clearly sings "lies". It makes more sense in context of the next line, and it's more poetic and poignant.
quote:
Originally posted by sunnylea57:
My favourite line! "Her toes they were so pretty, and her lies so sweet."

The lyrics on the liner notes show this as "her life so sweet", but it's wrong. I have a number of live bootlegs and Lowell clearly sings "lies". It makes more sense in context of the next line, and it's more poetic and poignant.


Definitely "lies". I have the great fortune to have seen this band a few dozen times before Lowell died (unfortunately, right near here in Arlington, VA.) I ushered all 3 dates at the Lisner in the summer of '77 that were used in part to put together "Waiting for Columbus." I didn't do too much ushing....... Banana

Glad to see another Feat aficionado here. One of, if not the best live bands I've ever seen. No need for pyrotechnics and laser beams. When they were grooving, if you weren't moving you didn't have a pulse.

PH
...Got myself a bottle of red wine
Got a night with nothing else to do
I think I might know what I really want
But is a brighter discontent the best that I can hope to find?
Got a big black television set
Now I can watch just what I want
But I'm here staring up at pictures on the wall
Where are you, you're still stuck inside 'em all


All these things, should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things, should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings and surroundings
Though there's meaning in the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard...
quote:
Originally posted by PurpleHaze:
Nice one, gig....

I've always loved this song:

Won't you be my number two
Me and number one are through
There won't be too much to do
Just smile when I feel blue


PH


Cool

Probably my favourite Joe Jackson lyric, which is saying a lot!
Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys
Write a little note, boys
Set it off afloat, saying

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting there for me
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?


and…

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, thought, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.


or any one of maybe 100 other Dylan songs, very few of which don't provide at least a bar or ten of great lyrics.

On a totally different track, there's one Johnny Cash line from Folsom Prison Blues that I always got a kick out of, though I can't really articulate why: But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. Can't explain the appeal, but have never forgotten that line since I first heard it.
quote:
Originally posted by Seaquam:


Yes. Search out Suzanne, So Long Marianne, Hallelujah, Bird on a Wire, I'm Your Man, Dance Me to the End of Love, Tower of Song, That's No Way to Say Goodbye, Sisters of Mercy, and a bunch more that didn't come to mind quickly but I'll think of them later.

I think Cohen is much more of a poet than a songwriter; I think some of his work is put to music as an afterthought, so the lyrics always surpass the tunes in his case.


Cohen was a successful poet (if that is not an oxymoron) before he decided that singer/songwriters get laid more. Suzanne and Hallelujah were poems before they were put to music, as was this, appropriate for our July 4th.

"It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
quote:
Originally posted by Seaquam:
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?


and…

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, thought, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.


or any one of maybe 100 other Dylan songs, very few of which don't provide at least a bar or ten of great lyrics.

On a totally different track, there's one Johnny Cash line from Folsom Prison Blues that I always got a kick out of, though I can't really articulate why: But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. Can't explain the appeal, but have never forgotten that line since I first heard it.

One of the most popular songs in the world right now includes the following brilliance:

Uh
She’s a beast
I call her Karma
She eats your heart out
Like Jeffrey Dahmer


Quite frankly, I think the last line should have been "It tastes like schwarma"

How did we go from four lines looking like:

Even though a clouds's white curtain in a far-off corner flared
And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting


to the current state of affairs?
Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking
When I said I'd like to
Smash every tooth in your head

Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking
When I said by rights
You should be bludgeoned in your bed

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt
quote:
Originally posted by gigabit:
Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking
When I said I'd like to
Smash every tooth in your head

Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking
When I said by rights
You should be bludgeoned in your bed

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt


Good one. There Is a Light That Never Goes Out is even better
Was listening to Buffet yesterday....

Warm summer breezes,
French wines and cheeses,
put his ambitions at bay.
Summers and winters,
Scattered like splinters,
And 4 or 5 years slipped away.

and

As a dreamer of dreams
and a travellin' man
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books
about heros and crooks
and have learned much from both of their styles.
Great (new) lyrics:

Soldier, soldier
We signed our lives away
Complete surrender
The only weapon we know
Soldier soldier
We knew the world would never be the same
Solider, this is where you can reach me now

We come from an ancient place
Beyond what we can see
We've come to colonise your night
And steal your poetry

Old man knows that I never listen
So how could I have something to say
Old man knows how to cheat ambition
You don't lose if you don't play
Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all.
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word “NOW”
And you say, “For what reason?”
And he says, “How?”
And you say, “What does this mean?”
And he screams back, “You’re a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home”

And you know something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
quote:
Originally posted by aphilla:
Already mentioned by Pearl Jam. I was listening to it today and it really struck me, so am repeating it again:

I know some day you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star,
In somebody else's sky but why, why, why can't it be mine...


+1. This lyric has always struck a chord with me as well.

PH
quote:
Originally posted by PurpleHaze:
quote:
Originally posted by aphilla:
Already mentioned by Pearl Jam. I was listening to it today and it really struck me, so am repeating it again:

I know some day you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star,
In somebody else's sky but why, why, why can't it be mine...


+1. This lyric has always struck a chord with me as well.

PH


+2

Their newer song, "Sirens," had some lyrics that stuck with me too:

" It's a fragile thing, this life we lead. If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace By which we live our lives with death over our shoulder Want you to know that should I go, I always loved you, held you high above, true. I study your face, and the fear goes away,"
Simple, but these past powerful lyrics from Concrete Blond have always resonated with me:

Joey... Baby... Don't get crazy Detours, fences... I get defensive.... I know you've heard it all before So I don't say it anymore I just stand by and let you Fight your secret war And though I used to wonder why I used to cry till I was dry Still sometimes I get a strange pain inside Oh Joey if you're hurting so am I Joey... Honey... I've got the money All is forgiven. Listen....listen... But if I seem to be confused I didn't mean to be with you. And when you said I scared you Well, I guess you scared me too But we got lucky once before And I don't want to close the door And if you're somewhere out there Passed out on the floor... Oh... Joey, I'm not angry anymore
There was Johnny McEldoo, and McGee, and me
And a couple two, or three, went on a spree one day.
We had a bob or two which we knew how to blew,
And the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt gay.
We visited McCann's, McLennnan's, Humpty Dan's,
We then went into Swan's our stomachs for to pack.
We ordered out to feed, which indeed we did need
And we finished it with speed and we still felt slack.

Johnny McEldoo turned blue as a jew;
And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight.
He shouted out "Encore" with a roar for some more,
That he never felt before such a keen appetite.
He ordered eggs and ham, what a cram ;
But him we couldn't ram though we tried our level best.
For everything we brought, cold or hot,
It went down him like a shot, but he still stood the test.

He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scared
We thought it would go hard when the waiter brought charge.
He told him to give o'er, but he swore he could lower
Twice as much again, and more before he had his fill.
He nearly supped a trough full of broth, says McGarth,
"He'll devour the tablecloth if we don't haul him in."
When the waiter brought the bill, McEldoo felt so large,
He began to scowl and barge, and his blood went on fire!

He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair
And to finish the affair called the shop-man a liar.
Shop-man, he drew out, and no doubt he did clout
McEldoo, he kicked about like an old football.
He tattered all his clothes, broke his nose;
He'd have killed with a few blows in no time at all.

McEldoo began to howl and to growl, by me soul
He threw an empty bowl at the shopkeepers head!
It struck poor Mickey Flynn, peeled the skin off his chin.
And the ructions did begin, and we all fought and bled.
The peelers did arrive, man alive, four or five;
At us they made a drive for us all to march away.
We paid for all the mate that we ate, stood a trate,
And went home to ruminate on the spree that day.
What's so funny is nobody's laughing at this change of heart you're having.

What's so funny is I'm filled up with thunder, but I can't seem to get out from under, all these stones you tied to my chest.

I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.

What's so funny is I'm scared and lonely, and I don't think that I'm the only one as I watch you drive away.

And what's so funny is the birds are singing, sun shining, and bells are ringing and I'm thinking, 'what happened here?'.

I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.

What's so funny is this piece of skin, the one on my arm with your name inked in. What was I thinking?

But what's so funny is the way things go down. Like when a star dies it doesn't make a single sound. It's just gone, you can't find it when you look into the sky.

And I can't change your mind.
And I can't change your mind.

I can't do it.
You wish that you found out quicker
You say I didn't tell the truth
Okay, I admit it, I'm a garbage picker
I guess that's why I picked you

I thought that I saw something shining
Beneath your superficial dirge
You're no hidden treasure
So next time, I'Il leave you at the curb
quote:
Originally posted by steve8:
OK Bman, you had me with that one. I had to google those lyrics. They don't sound like your style, albeit they're from Detroit. I like.


Actually you can thank my oldest dearest pal, the original gman, for bringing that tune to my attention!
Rob, if you're going to propose the lyrics to that song, you must use the best verse.

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The best things in life are free
But you can give them to the SDP
I want to go to Tesco's store
And buy some drink and fall on the floor.

I don't care for smart new clothes
I don't care for reading books
I don't care for Quinn and Collins
I don't care for magazines

I don't like lemonade
I think milk should not be made
I don't like coffee and I don't like tea
These are the things that mystify me

I don't care for sport or swimming
I don't care for all those nasty old bogies
I don't care what's on TV
I just want to drink til I can't see

I wish I'd been born a tree
Someone'd come and make a barrel out of me
I get in a fury when I'm not in a brewery
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Going to the garden to eat worms
Long thin slimy ones
Short fat fuzzy ones
Ooey gooey, icky yicky worms

The first one was greasy
The second on was easy
The third one got stuck in my throat, choke choke.....

(to the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean)
My stomach is in a commotion
I want to lean over the rail
I don't want to dirty the ocean
So somebody bring me a pail
Come up, come up, oh come up my dinner come up come up
Come up, come up, oh come up my dinner come up.....


I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low
I hear the gentle voices calling......

Hasten Jason bring the basin
Oop, slop, bring the mop!
Alas alack it's all in vain
The dog has licked it up again!


Enjoy your supper!! Razz LOL Banana
Here's what's been on my mind the last couple weeks while in my office. Not so sure about actually going to Luckenbach - Austin will do - but the rest of it hits home!


So baby, let's sell your diamond ring
Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away
This coat and tie is choking me
In your high society you cry all day
We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones
Four car garage and we're still building on
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us feudin'
Like the Hatfield and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs and
Newberry's train songs and Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes (me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen her dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (yeah) Fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say
There is whiskey in the water
And there is death upon the vine
There is fear in the eyes of your father
And there is "Yours" and there is "Mine"
There is a desert veiled in pavement
And there's a city of seven hills
And all our debris flows to the ocean
To meet again, I hope it will

How could something so fair
Be so cruel
When this black sun revolved around you

There is an answer in a question
And there is hope within despair
And there is beauty in a failure
And there are depths beyond compare
There is a role of a lifetime
And there's a song yet to be sung
And there's a dumpster in the driveway
Of all the plans that came undone


There is whiskey in the water
And there is death upon the vine
And there is grace within forgiveness
But it's so hard for me to find

How could something so fair
Be so cruel
When this black sun revolved
Around you
Can't believe I never chimed in on this one. Poet based lyrics like Jim Morrison, Jim Carroll, etc are always terrific. Lots of punk lyrics are awesome, just most people never know what they are. Watched a (non punk) friend read lyrics once and said "these lyrics are incredible, never knew what this song was about". Let's contribute:

I don't want to start a blasphemous rumor

but I think that God has a sick sense of humor

and when I die I expect to find him laughing.
This came up on my ipod (yes, I still have an ipod) and it seemed pretty relevant to today.


Every night I say a prayer in the hope that there's a heaven
But every day I'm more confused as the saints turn into sinners
All the heroes and legends I knew as a child have fallen to idols of clay
And I feel this empty place inside, so afraid that I've lost my faith

Show me the way, show me the way
Take me tonight to the river
And wash my illusions away
Please, show me the way

And as I slowly drift to sleep, for a moment dreams are sacred
I close my eyes and know there's peace in a world so filled with hatred
Then I wake up each morning and turn on the news to find we've so far to go
And I keep on hoping for a sign, so afraid I just won't know

Show me the way, show me the way
Bring me tonight to the mountain
And take my confusion away
And show me the way

And if I see your light, should I believe
Tell me how will I know

Show me the way, show me the way
Take me tonight to the river
And wash my illusions away

Show me the way, show me the way
Give me the strength and the courage
To believe that I'll get there someday
And please show me the way

Every night I say a prayer in the hopes that there's a heaven...


Show Me the Way -- by Styx
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
One of my favorites from the 60's
Sky Pilot
The Animals

He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease
And the bayonets they shine
He's there to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man

Sky pilot [x2]
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky

He smiles at the young soldiers
Tells them it's all right
He knows of their fear in the forthcoming fight
Soon there'll be blood and many will die
Mothers and fathers back home they will cry

Sky pilot [x2]
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky

He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
The order is given
They move down the line
But he'll stay behind and he'll meditate
But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate



As the young men move out into the battle zone
He feels good, with God you're never alone
He feels tired and he lays on his bed
Hopes the men will find courage
In the words that he said

Sky pilot [x2]
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky

You're soldiers of God, you must understand
The fate of your country is in your young hands
May God give you strength
Do your job real well
If it all was worth it
Only time it will tell

In the morning they return
With tears in their eyes
The stench of death drifts up to the skies
A soldier so ill looks at the sky pilot
Remembers the words
Thou shalt not kill.

Sky pilot [x2]
How high can you fly?
You'll never, never, never reach the sky
quote:
Originally posted by USChelseafan:
Board-O, there's a bar, Stan's, on Marco that has a Sunday event. At 1:00 pm they play all the verses of the National Anthem. Everyone stands to attention until it is finished. Then the party begins. This is where I learnt there was more than one verse!


I knew there was more than one verse but I never learned the words.
Radiohead, Fake Plastic Trees:

"She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the 80s
But gravity always wins"

And IMO from one of the greatest songs ever written:

Procol Harum, A Whiter Shade of Pale:

"And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale"

And for PJ fans, Sirens lyrics always stick with me. Although, Off He Goes is my favorite song from them:

"It's a fragile thing, this life we lead.
If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace
By which we live our lives with death over our shoulder

Want you to know that should I go,
I always loved you, held you high above, true.
I study your face, and the fear goes away"
Bill Barilko disappeared that summer,
He was on a fishing trip.
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup.
They didn't win another until 1962,
The year he was discovered.
I stole this from a hockey card
I keep tucked up under
My fifty mission cap.
I worked it in to look like that.
quote:
Originally posted by sunnylea57:
Bill Barilko disappeared that summer,
He was on a fishing trip.
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup.
They didn't win another until 1962,
The year he was discovered.
I stole this from a hockey card
I keep tucked up under
My fifty mission cap.
I worked it in to look like that.



Very timely. And poignant. These are my favourite lyrics of Gord's:

First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts
With illusions of someday casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal, this is our life
That's when the hornet stung me and I had a feverish dream
With revenge and doubt tonight we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began
I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand
Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night
No dress rehearsal, this is our life
That's when the hornet stung me and I had a serious dream
With revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out
You are ahead by a century
But this is our life and disappointing you getting me down
quote:
Originally posted by sunnylea57:
Bill Barilko disappeared that summer,
He was on a fishing trip.
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup.
They didn't win another until 1962,
The year he was discovered.
I stole this from a hockey card
I keep tucked up under
My fifty mission cap.
I worked it in to look like that.


My favourite Hip song. Brilliant. RIP. Frown
Sometimes
I can’t believe my existence
See myself from a distance
I can’t get back inside

Sometimes
The air is so anxious
All my thoughts are so reckless
And all my innocence has died

Sometimes
I wake at four in the morning
Where all the darkness is swarming
And it covers me in fear

Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

Sometimes
I'm full of anger and grieving
So far away from believing
That any song will reappear

Sometimes
The end is not coming
It’s not coming
The end is here
Sometimes

Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

Sometimes
When the painted glass shatters
And you’re the only thing matters
But I can’t see you through the tears

Sometimes
The end isn’t coming
It’s not coming
The end is here
Sometimes
"Baby It's Cold Outside"

I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry?
Father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink? - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

I ought to say no, no, no - Mind if I move in closer?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ah, but it's cold outside

I've got to get home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your coat - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - Thrill when you touch my hand
Why don't you see - How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that hold out
Ah, but it's cold outside
Oh, baby, it's cold outside
Oh, baby, it's cold outside
Rockin'
Rockin' and rollin'
Down to the beach I'm strolling
But the seagulls poke at my head
Not fun!
I said "Seagulls... mmgh! Stop it now!"

Everyone told me
Not to stroll on that beach
Said seagulls gonna come
Poke me in the coconut
And they did
And they did
Had me goin' like [Yells]

Nothing I could do but yell
When these birds attacked me
When I tried to run I fell
And then these kids start laughing
And then
Got hit in the neck with a hacky sack
Where'd it come from?

Now run, run, run, jump!
I can be a backpack while you run
Run, run, run, jump!
And stop
Put me down

I love to groove and boogie
Yeah

Show you some dance moves

If I had your giant feet
Out there on the beach
Could have outrun those birds

Let me grab my beater

Hey, what's that stank?

Other: You put a fish in our basket!

Oh, yeah!
I forgot I did that

Other: You owe me an apology

Just hold your breath and see
When the time is right
Birds will bite your face

Now run, run, run, jump!
I can be a backpack while you run
Swing from a hairy vine
I can be your backpack while you climb
Stand on one hand and lift
Rocks with your special gift
Run, run, run, jump!
Now breathe
That's good
Like that
Like that

One day I was walking and I found this big log
Then I rolled the log over
And underneath was a tiny little stick
And I was like, "That log had a child!"

Listen, boy
Someday when you are older
You could get hit by a boulder
While you're lying there
Screaming, "Come help me please!"
The seagulls poke your knees

Stop it now!
quote:
Originally posted by PurpleHaze:
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

PH


There's a great version of that by Susan Tedeschi on 'Just Won't Burn'

*Edited to include... 'Angel from Montgomery' written by John Prine.
quote:
Originally posted by Redhawk:
I've enjoyed this thread, but can I politely request that when anyone posts lyrics, please name the singer/songwriter/band and the title of the song?

I think it helps with the context.

This.

One of my favorites from Flogging Molly:

"If I Ever Leave This World Alive"

If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you'll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive

If I ever leave this world alive
I'll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don't shed a tear
I'll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive

So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah should be alright
And from Tool:

"Ænema"

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your Prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dip shits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cause
I sure could use a vacation from this

Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim. [3x]

Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cause I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
Bring it down
Suck it down.
Flush it down.
One of my favourite John Prine tunes:

""Dear Abby, dear Abby
My feet are too long
My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong
My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all
Won't you write me a letter, won't you give me a call
Signed bewildered


Bewildered, bewildered
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood


Dear Abby, dear Abby
My fountain pen leaks
My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed
If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I were dead
Signed unhappy


Unhappy, unhappy
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood


Dear Abby, dear Abby
Dear Abby, dear Abby
Dear Abby, dear Abby
You won't believe this
But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss
My girlfriend tells me it's all in my head
But my stomach tells me to write you instead
Signed noise-maker


Noise-maker, noise-maker
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood


Dear Abby, dear Abby
Well I never thought
That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught
We were sitting in the back seat just shooting the breeze
With her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees
Signed just married


Just married just married
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood
Signed dear Abby ""

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