...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

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