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when listening to music, certain lyrics can really hit you somewhere you haven't been hit in a long time. and often times writing those lyrics somewhere else for others to read can be a very cathartic kind of thing kind of like "here's what i'm feeling."
unfortunatly, reading those lyrics and not hearing the music can be a rather boring experience.
at any rate, here's a place just for that.
(a slow, beautifully sad guitar and fiddle thing)If I had no place to fall
and I needed to
could I count on you
to lay me down?I'd never tell you no lies
I don't believe it's wise
you got pretty eyes
won't you spin me 'roundI ain't much of a lover it's true
I'm here then I'm gone
and I'm forever blue
but I'm sure wanting youSkies full of silver and gold
try to hide the sun
but it can't be done
least not for longAnd if we help each other grow
while the light of day
smiles down our way
then we can't go wrongTime, she's a fast old train
she's here then she's gone
and she won't come again
won't you take my handIf I had no place to fall
and I needed to
could I count on you
to lay me down?
----
steve earle once said in an interview:
"townes van zandt is the greatest songwriter on earth, and i'll stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say so."
to which townes commented:
"ive met bob dylan and his bodyguards and i dont think steve could get anywhere near his coffee table."
----
pedro, are you into townes? if not, check him.
(ummm... upbeat poppy, fast but very blackflag hardcore too... lyrics sung/shouted)Is it silly to think that this will never happen again?
but of course i'll call you tonight did you know you missed my birthday?
the loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill and when i stand the top of your old street the church top brings a stillness to me
and i can't think of anything i'd rather do then have my heart broken by you.
could we be saved by inventions and hopes?
'cuz i'm not alright
the night seems to swallow me whole and spits out second guessingi remember ever since that first day i saw you on the street
i've always wanted you in the worst way but now i can't compete
and i'm so, and you're so, we're both so... well, fucked up.isn't it about time
that we try and get it right
i can't sleep on no more floors
and i can't stay up no more nights
i'd like to know what's going on
could you please pick up the phone
i started a million letters to you but i couldn't finish any of them...----
LIFETIME is a band that got me through my high school senior year... all their lyrics are perfectly crafted for an 18 year old boy's mind. they're also a band who gets a lot of undue blame for birthing what might be called "THE EMO DISASTER" but, like NICK CAVE/THE BIRTHDAY PARTY getting blamed for spawning goth, they dont deserve it.
LIFETIME was a band of tough jersey boys playing tough NY music, with sensitive lyrics that kind of contrasted all of that. if anyone has heard the band SAVES THE DAY, (also jersey, but not tough) all those kids ever wanted was to be the band LIFETIME.
instantcofi, and baggins, i think you two would really dig on these guys. check out HELLO BASTARDS and JERSEY'S BEST DANCERS.
I like townes... I actually borrowed a Townes album from you when we were both estudiantes. I've been thinking about picking up an album or two of his.
oh yes, how could i forget. i knew there was some link between you and him somewhere in my muddled memory. you were borrowing it because you wanted to play one of his songs, right? was it "Pancho and Lefty?"i have the album "rear view mirror." which is kind of like a greatest hits but they're all live recordings from tiny venues. he's usually joined by a fiddle and occasionally another guitar. and it was all recorded shortly before he died. i think he's one of the few musicians whoose live recordings are more pleasurable to listen to than his studio stuff. every song ends with him saying the same two words: "thanks y'all."
i used to have "roadsongs" which is all covers. its equally good. same deal, all live, tiny venues, a few years before he died. lots of dylan and jon lee hooker, cannonball adderly, and johnny cash stuff. this album features his beautifully sad version of the rolling stones' "dead flowers" which many of you may recognize as the song that plays at the very end of BIG LEBOWSKI.
pancho and lefty. rv should cover that.
i'm actually forming a mix tape in my head for you guys to respond to phils request for songs to cover. no idea when it will be done, but i'll get it to you when it is.pancho and lefty will definatly be on there, but i think "no place to fall" is even more suited to redvinegar's style.
i also think you guys could get a real kick out of doing some billy bragg stuff. are you into him at all? he is rightfully blamed for having a hand in birthing post-punk/folk music. and he's brittish.
one of my favorites by him:
A NEW ENGLAND
i was twenty one years when i wrote this song
i'm twenty two now but i wont be for long
people ask me when will you grow up to be a man
but all the girls i loved in school
are already pushing pramsi loved you then and i love you still
though i put you on a pedestal, they put you on the pill
i dont feel bad about letting you go
i just feel sad about letting you know:i dont want to change the world
i'm not looking for a new england
i'm just looking for another girli loved the words you wrote to me
but that was bloody yesterday
i cant survive on what you send
every time you need a friendi saw two shooting stars last nite
and i wished on them but they were only satellites
its wrong to wish on space hardware
i wish, i wish, ii wish you caredi dont want to change the world
i'm not looking for a new england
i'm just looking for another girl
----
another, that might be more suited to RV is:
THE MILKMAN OF HUMAN KINDNESS
if you are lonely, i will call
if you are poorly, i will send poetryi love you
i am the milkman of human kindness
i will leave an extra pintif you are sleeping, i will wait
if your bed is wet, i will dry your tearsi love you
i am the milkman of human kindness
i will leave an extra pinthold my hand for me, i'm waking up
hold my hand for me, i'm waking up
hold my hand for me, i'm waking up
wont you hold my hand- i'm making upif you are falling, i'll put out my hands
if you are bitter, i will understandi love you
i am the milkman of human kindness
i will leave an extra pint
----
i could post billy bragg lyrics all day... but there are classes to be passed.
COMMON PEOPLE by PULPShe came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College
That's where I caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola
She said "fine"And then in 30 seconds time she said:
"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you"Well what else could I do?
I said "I'll see what I can do"I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why
but I had to start it somewhere
so it started thereI said "pretend you've got no money"
but she just laughed and said:
"oh you're so funny"I said "Yeah,
Well I don't see anyone else smiling in hereAre you sure...
you want to live like common people
you want to see whatever common people see
you want to sleep with common people
you want to sleep with common people like me?"But she didn't understand
she just smiled and held my handRent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'cos when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it allyeah...
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of viewand then dance and drink and screw
'cos there's nothing else to doSing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along although they're laughing at you
and the stupid things that you do
because you think that poor is coolLike a dog lying in a corner
they will bite and never warn you
Look out
they'll tear your insides out
'cos everybody hates a tourist
especially one who thinks
it's all such a laughyeah and the chip stain's grease
will come out in the bathYou will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere else to go
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright
while you can only wonder whyRent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'cos when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it allYou'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of viewand dance and drink and screw
'cos there's nothing else to doI want to live with common people like you.....
Sing along with the common people like you.....
----
pulp is one of my favorite bands, especially when it comes to lyrics. jarvis cocker, the frontman, could give bowie and prince a run for their money in a sass-off. whether its seducing women or revolution he's singing about, he tells it like it is. not only that, he tells it so beautifully.
somehow, pulp was left out of the american circuit during the BRIT-POP explosion in the UK during the early to mid 90's. while oasis and blur got some decent exposure. yet, pulp played a crucial role in this very exciting time in UK pop music.
they are also the only music act ive ever seen print: "PLEASE DO NOT READ THE LYRICS WHILST LISTENING TO THE RECORDING" in their liner notes.
after seeing a surpise performance this evening, i have a new FAVORITE CHRISTMAS SONG:christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
please put a penny in the old man's hat
if you haven't got a penny,
then a haypenny will doif you havent got a haypenny,
then god bless you!
----
(sung in a round.)
its comin on christmas they're puttin up reindeer and singin songs of joy and peace oh i wish i had a river i could skate away on well it don't snow here, stays pretty green i'm gonna make a lotta money, and then i'm gonna quit this crazy scene i wish i had a riveri could skate away on i wish i had a river so long i would teach my feet to fly oh, i wish i had a river i could skaye away on i made my baby cry he tried hard to help me he put me at ease and he loved me so naughty made me weak in the knees oh i wish i had a river i could skate away on i'm so hard to handle i'm selfish and i'm sad now i've gone and lost the best baby that i ever had oh i wish i had a river i could skate away on i wish i had a river so long i would teach my feet to fly oh i wish i had a river i could skate away on i made my baby say goodbye its comin on christmas they're cuttin down trees they're puttin up reindeer, singin songs of joy and peace i wish i had a river i could skate away on
oh well
Try putting a <br> where you want there to be breaks.
Just FYI--The Indigo Girls also do a respectable cover of the song "River." Joni is a Goddess, and no one has her vocal range, but it' a decent take on the song.
"Rhiannon rings like a bell thru the night
and wouldn't you love to love her?
she rules her life like a bird in flight
and who will be her lover?
all your life you've never seen
a woman , taken by the wind
would you stay if she promised you heaven?
will you ever win.........?
CHORUS:
Rhiannon......
Rhiannon......
Rhiannon......
she is like a cat in the dark
and then she is the darkness
she rules her life like a fine skylark
and when the sky is starless
all your life you've never seen
a woman..taken by the wind...
would you stay if she promised you heaven?
will you ever win.....?
will you ever win.....?
CHORUS:
Rhiannon......
Rhiannon......
Rhiannon......
Dreams unwind
Love's a state of mind"
I head their cover of Romeo and Juliet before I heard the original, and the original pales by comparison.
...but i actually like the Dire Straits version better. Although to be fair, this may have something to do with the fact that I find it hard to enjoy the Indigo Girls' music. I'm so old, and so becoming my music professors from college. But believe me, I'm not trying, nor do I have any desire to emulate them.
I'm a big fan of both the Indigo Girls and Dire Straits, but I have to agree with Pedro and say I like the Dire Straits version more. The original version is one of the most beautiful songs written. Like Kathy's Song (Paul Simon), I Can't Make You Love Me (Bonnie Raitt), I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song (Croche), What a Wondeful World, Somewhere Over the Rainbow, etc. etc. Anyway, Knopfler's subtle tone is perfect in Romeo and Juliet.
i never liked them.
Baggins, who is Neil talking to in this song?CAREFUL WITH THAT MIC...
SO TELL ME, WHEN YOU TOOK THE PRACTICE SCHOLASTIC APTITUDE TEST DID YOU KNOW THE ANSWERS OR DID YOU JUST GUESS? YOU RELY ON GIMMICKS TO AMUSE YOUR FANS AND ACT ALL URBAN TO JACK-UP YOUR SOUND-SCAN. WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU? HOW COME YOU RHYME MONOSYLLABICALLY? IS ATROPHY SHRINKING YOUR ENTIRE VOCABULARY? YOUR STYLE'S LIKE GARBAGE CANS MEANT TO BE TAKEN OUT ON A WEEKLY BASIS. EVER SINCE YOUR FIRST RECORD YOU'VE BEEN IN A STATE OF SUSPENDED ANIMATION. YOU LOOK LIKE SNUFFALUFFAGUS AND AUSTRALOPITHECUS. ME CRAY, YOU ABACUS. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT YOU, LET'S TALK ABOUT ME AND HOW SINGLE-HANDEDLY I REDEFINED THE SCIENCE OF RADIO ASTRONOMY, MAKING NOBEL PRIZE WINNERS QUESTION THEIR NOTIONS OF REALITY. OH, BUT I DIGRESS... YOU PLAY SORRY, I PLAY CHESS. KING'S PAWN TO B3, CHECKMATE, GO GET SOME PERCASETS.
CAREFUL WITH THAT MIC, WEEZY. DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S THAT EASY?
MMMM... THIS IS REALLY GOOD ICE CREAM! YOU WANT SOME OF IT? OH, MY BAD I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE LACTOSE INTOLERANT. MAKES YOU PASS GAS, FRIGHTENS ALL THE GIRLS AWAY. ONLY FRIENDS YOU KEEP ARE THOSE YOU PAY. ALWAYS ON THE READY FOR THE WACK SNACK ATTACK, I CARRY SANDWICHES AROUND IN A STRAIGHT-EDGE STYLE JANSPORT BACKPACK. GOT THE GADGET Q GAVE BOND. TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR MIND AND MAKE YOU JUMP IN A POND, GO "QUACK QUACK" AND FLAP YOUR ARMS, LEAVE YOU CONFUSED, BUT COMPLETELY UNHARMED.
CAREFUL WITH THAT MIC, WEEZY. DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S THAT EASY? DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S TRUE THAT UP ABOVE THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU?
NOW BOTH YOU AND I KNOW THAT THE PAST TEN YEARS HAVE BEEN RATHER INTENSE. I'M ASHAMED TO ADMIT THAT I'VE BEEN FOOLED BY THE SEDUCTIONS OF VIOLENCE. PEOPLE WALKING AROUND WITH UGLY AURAS. AT TIMES I'M EVEN TEMPTED TO SEEK THE ADVICE OF DR. LAURA, BUT I IGNORE HER.
SO I TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN, AIN'T GONNA LET IT GET UNDER MY SKIN. TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN. THINK OF ALL THE NICE PLACES THAT I BEEN
LIKE BACK WHEN I WAS WAGING PEACE AGAINST THE VISIGOTHS, I WAS TUTORED IN THE ANCIENT MYSTERIES BY A WIZENED PHILOSOPH, LEARNED THE POLYRHYTHM OF CELESTIAL TIME, AND WAIT FOR THE ONE TO COME AND GET IT DONE TO FINISH THE RHYME.
CAREFUL WITH THAT MIC, WEEZY. DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S THAT EASY? DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S TRUE THAT UP ABOVE THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU?
Alaric thinks Neil is talking to Fred Durst and I'm inclined to agree.
well?
neil = neil fallon of CLUTCH.
as for his target, i can't say for sure. probably fred durst. i hate to even type that name. but the challenges fit.
im a fence sitter on eminem, but i think he's got more skill than this song attests, so i doubt it's him.
ask oldpossumus or raskol or instantcofi. they might know better than i.
you gotta have a real need
gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
you've got to be able to pick out the easy meat
with your eyes closed
then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight,
you've got to strike when the moment is right,
without thinking.
then after a while
you can work on points for style
like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
a certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
you have to be trusted
by the people that you lie to,
so that when they turn their backs on you
you'll get the chance to put the knife in.
you got to keep one eye
lookin over your shoulder.
ya know,
it's gonna get harder, harder, harder
as you get older
yeah
and in the end you'll pack up,
fly down south,
and hide your head in the sand.
just another sad old man,
all alone, an' dying of cancer.
and when you lose control
you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
and as the fear grows,
the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
and it's too late to lose
the weight you used
to need to throw around.
so have a good drown
as you go down
all alone
dragged down by the stone.
got to admit
that i'm a little bit confused.
sometimes it seems to me
as if i'm just being used.
gotta stay awake got to try and shake off
this creeping malaise
if i don't stand my own ground
how can i find my way out of this maze
deaf dumb and blind,
you just keep on pretendin'
that everyone's expendable,
and no one has a real friend.
well it seems, to you, the thing to do
would be to isolate the winner.
everything's done, under the sun,
and you believe at heart everyone's a killer.
who was born in a house full of pain
who was trained not to spit in the fan
who was told what to do by the man
who was broken by trained personnel
who was fitted with collar and chain
who was given a pat on the back
who was breaking away from the pack
who was only a stranger at home
who was ground down in the end
who was found dead on the phone
who was dragged down by the stone
-"dogs"
pink floyd
harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
you better watch out-
there may be dogs about
well, i've looked over Jordan and i've seen
things are not what they seem
what do you get for pretending the danger's not real
meek and obedient, you follow the leader
down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel
what a surprise!
the look of terminal shock in your eyes
now things are really what they seem
no, this is no bad dream
(electro-synth voice)
the lord is my sheperd, i shall not want
he makes me down to lie
through pastures green he leadeth me
the silent waters by.
with bright knives he releaseth my soul
he maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
he converteth me to lamb cutlets
for lo, he hath great power, and great hunger
when cometh the day we lowly ones,
through quiet reflection, and great dedication,
master the art of jujitsu,
lo, we shall rise up,
and then we'll make the buggers eyes water.
bleating and babbling, we fell on his neck with a scream
wave upon wave of demented avengers
march cheerfully, out of obscurity, into the dream
have you heard the news?
the dogs are dead
you better stay home
and do as you're told
get out of the road, if you want to grow old.
-"sheep"
pink floyd
If you didn't care what happened to me
And I didn't care for you
We would zig-zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing
You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me too
So I don't feel alone or the weight of the stone
Now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing
-- Pink Floyd
(My personal favourite from Animals, lyrics-wise.)
i can't seem to face up to the facts.
i'm tense and nervous and i can't relax.
i can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire.
don't touch me, i'm a real live wire.
(refrain)psycho killer
qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
run run run run run run run away
you start a conversation, you can't even finish it.
you're talking alot, but you're not saying anything.
when i have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
say something once, why say it again?
refrain
ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la
ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la
realisant mon espoir
je me lance, vers la gloire...ok
yayayayayayayayayayayaya
we are vain and we are blind
i hate people when they're not polite
(refrain)
-psycho killer
from "77"
Someone broke my heart in two
and this is what yall said I should do
Packed my case with strings and picks
and set out for Route 66
But when I got there all I found was a Ground Round
chorus:
And when you take that long drive
How nice when you arrive
To find the same signs when you arrive
Applebeein in an Olive Garden
Taco Bel CinaaBonBon TCBwhy you wanna wild hootenanny?
Hooters Hirls are shakin fanny Fuddruckin every nook and cranny
Riese's pieces of a mighty whole
A Dallas cowboy playin with his pot of goal
To turn cities into shitty sloppy copies
of an overpriced underspiced airport restaurant
Bobbie evans smells like heaven far from home
far from home
(chorus)
Every city I get lost in
Charlotte, Boston, even Austin
has a four lane boulevard,
With that same damn grill and bar
Every meal will be familiar
Rest assured
(chorus)(chorus)
i am pretty unfamiliar with babe the blue ox.but those lyrics so beautifully stated something i have been trying to put into words.
i actually have a friend who swears to god that if he lets his mind relax (or wander, or space-out, or what-have-you) while he is inside a groery store, mall, or airport, he honestly forgets which state he's in. he actually turned to me once in a mall in arizona and said "i just forgot where the hell i was. i swore i was in the dallas airport for a few seconds."
I don't think anyone writes songs like he does. This one's been in my head alot lately. It's from The Invisible Man
Sleep
Now I love all 7 deadly sins
I love to watch 'em smile on the celebrity smile show
you know that's the show where everybody wins
a fabulous tour of the hell they already know
and some people know how to trap the light
like a bird in flight knows to trap the sun
some keep their lump of coal safely out of site thinking one day it'll be hard as diamond
and if I had a song that could dissolve you in sleep
a pedal steel guitar simple and clean
if I had a song that could dissolve in sleep maybe you'd hear it all through your dream.
Alter boys look good in lace but their not know for their guts or their good nature
goodness is not some pretty picture you paint
it's shaking your fist into the face of danger
if I had a song that could dissolve you in sleep
because sleep is the only thing you look forward to
if I had a song that could dissolve you in sleep
maybe you'll have a dream you'll want to come true
some saviors weep and weep and think their tears are gonna sew the world back together
and some saviors live in trouble deep and die knowing nothing more than failure
if I had a song that could dissolve you in sleep
maybe I could save you.
reminds me of an old friend who once said to me... ignorance is bliss.Catchin' butterflies, line drives,
Watchin' TV.
Had seven good years
'Til I noticed they were lookin' at me...
I didn't like what they'd seen.
Trapped in the backseat
Stay on your side
My hand out the window
Feelin' the wind rush by...
While my parents fight.
Where did you go?
And did I make you leave?
Another thing I didn't know
Nobody ever believes...
They just leave.
They just leave.
And they'll see you in their own sweet time,
They just leave.
I didn't leave my room
'Til I learned how to drive.
I was sweet seventeen
Fightin' in the back of my mind...
Until the wheel was all mine.
Free to go
Still too young to leave
Old enough to think I know
That nobody ever believes
They just leave
They just leave
They just leave
They just leave
My plane landed
I'm alive
I'm not fightin' with the things
I never thought I'd do to survive...
I've finally arrived
Now I know
More than I've ever believed
You could never let me know
That you were just as young as me
You had to leave
You had to leave
You had to leave
You had to leave
You were just as young as me
You had to leave
You were just as young as me
You had to leave
We bring the day,
so cease your lonely mourning.
The shadows shrink away
and leave without a warning,
gone in the blink of an eye,
gone with the wind that subsides. . .We bring life.
We fill the deathly silence.
One thousand butterflies are dancing on the pylons.Seek and you'll find.
We guard you from the borders.
When all your hope runs dry,
we'll sprinkle holy water.
Pulling the strings from above
and all because we love you. . .We love you.
We love you.
We love you (despite you).
I don't feel the suns coming out today
It's staying in, its gonna find another way
As I sit here in this misery I don't think I'll ever see the sun from here
And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and say,
Hey look at him I'll never live that way
But that's ok their just afraid to change
When you feel your life ain't worth living, you've got to stand up and
take a look around you then a look way up to the sky
And when your deepest thoughts are broken, keep on dreamin boy cause
when you stop dreamin its time to die
And as we all play parts of tomorrow
Some ways we'll work and other ways we'll play
But I know we can't all stay here forever
So I want to write my words on the face of today
.....And then they'll paint it
And oh as I fade away they'll all look at me and say,
hey look at him and where he is these days
When life is hard you have to change
"Everywhere" by Billy Bragg:Dig in boys for an extended stay
Those were the final orders to come down that day
Waiting to be saved in the Philippines
You'll wait forever for the young Marines
Now I believe to be here is right
But I have to say I'm scared tonight
Crouching in this hole with a mouth full of sand
What comes first the country or the man
Look at those slanted eyes coming up over the hill
Catching us by surprise, it's time to kill or be killed
Over here, over there, it's the same everywhere
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home
All my life I wanted to be
As clever and strong as my best friend Lee
We grew up together along Half Moon Bay
Lee was Japanese, born in the USA
When Tommy was fighting Jerry along the River Seine
Me and Lee wanted to do the same
Then they bombed Pearl Harbour at the break of day
I was headed for these islands while Lee was hauled away
They said look at his slanted eyes, he's guilty as guilty can be
Sent here as enemy spies to sabatage the Land of the Free
Over here, over there, it's the same everywhere
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home
I never got home, my platoon was never saved
That little fox hole became my island grave
Lee got out of jail but a prisoner he remained
Till he ended his own life to lose that ball and chain
And they said Oh Little Slanted Eyes can't you forgive and forget
And he said, Oh Mr Friendly Ghost
Can you catch water in a net?
Over here, over there, it's the same everywhere
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home
---
possibly the best song about war ive ever heard by a man who's never been in one.
Blur - "Tender"Tender is the night
lying by your side.
Tender is the touch
of someone that you love too much.
Tender is the day
the demons go away.
Lord, I need to find
someone who can heal my mind.(refrain) Come on, come on, come on:
Get through it!
Come on, come on, come on:
Love's the greatest thing.
Come on, come on, come on:
Get through it!
Come on, come on, come on:
Love's the greatest thing
That we have.
I'm waiting for that feeling,
Waiting for that feeling,
Waiting for that feeling to come. . .Oh my baby,
Oh my baby,
Oh why,
Oh my. . .Tender is the ghost,
the ghost I love the most.
Hiding from the sun,
waiting for the night to come.
Tender is my heart;
it's screwing up my life.
Lord, I need to find
someone who can heal my mind. . .(refrain-first verse-refrain)
ulyssess00: Don't Try This At Home sure is awesome.Billy Bragg - "Accident Waiting To Happen"
I've always been impressed with a girl
who could sing for her supper and get breakfast as well.
That's the way I am, Heaven help me.
He said, "We don't like peace camapigners 'round here",
as he nailed another one to the wall;
and that's what gets me in trouble, Heaven help me!Goodbye and good luck to all the rubbish that you've spoken.
Goodbye and good luck to all the promises you've broken.
Your life has lost its dignity, its beauty, and its passion;
you're an accident waiting to happen!There you are standing at the bar,
and you're giving me grief about the DDR.
And that chip on your shoulder
gets bigger as you get older.
One of these night you're gonna get caught,
it'll give you a pregnant pause for thought.
You're a dedicated swallower of fascism. **Time up and time out for all the liberties you've taken.
Time up and time out for all the friends that you've foresaken.
If you choose to waste away like death is back in fashion,
you're an accident waiting to happen!And my sins are so unoriginal,
I have all the self-loathing of a wolf in sheep's clothing.
In this carnival of carnivores, Heaven help me!**thumbs up for the Kinks reference
Lead guitarist/vocalist Corin Tucker had a kid a couple years back. He was born very premature, and came out at 4lbs 2oz (now healthy). Many parts of _One Beat_, the album that this comes from, show the influence that motherhood had on the principal lyricist. This one got to me more than most songs ever have. Tons more than any other grrl rock band song, at the least. This is actually sung as a blues-y song, the lyrics reflect her thoughts right before and after the birth:I know I come to you only when in need I'm not the best believer not the most deserving But all I have, all I am, all I can For him I'd beg you on bended knees For him...
Precious baby, is your life hanging by a thread? A thread I'm standing on, praying on today All I have, all I am, all I can For him I'd beg you on bended knees For him.
I've got this curse in my hands I've got this curse in my hands All I touch fades to black Turns to dust Turns to sand. I've got this curse on my tongue I've got this curse on my tongue All I taste is the rust This decay in my blood.
I don't like the doctor with the deep long face Only wants to give us the very worst case I'd rather shout out and shake him and do anything For him I'd beg you on bended knees For him
When the moment strikes it takes you by surprise and leaves you naked in the face of death and life There is no righteousness in your darkest moment We're all equal in the face of what we're most afraid of And I'm so sorry for those who didn't make it and for the mommies who are left with their heart breaking
Search for meaning in sores The sentences they might form It's the grammar of skin Peel it back, let me in.
Look for hope in the dark The shadow cast by your heart It's the grammar of faith No more rules, no restraint.
How angry I would be If you'd taken him away I wish I was wiser but instead I'll be grateful I'll say thanks for the joy, for the love, for the smile on his face 'Cause I'd beg you on bended knees For him
I know I come to you only when in need
I'm not the best believer
not the most deserving
but all I have, all I am, all I can
For him
I'd beg you on bended knees
For him...
Precious baby, is your life hanging by a thread?
A thread I'm standing on, praying on today
All I have, all I am, all I can
For him
I'd beg you on bended knees
For him.
I've got this curse in my hands
I've got this curse in my hands
All I touch fades to black
Turns to dust turns to sand
I've got this curse on my tongue
I've got this curse on my tongue
All I taste is the rust
This decay in my blood
I don't like the doctor with the deep long face
Only wants to give us the very worst case
I'd rather shout out and shake him and do anything
For him
I'd beg you on bended knees
For him
When the moment strikes
it takes you by surprise and
leaves you naked in the face of death and life
there is no righteousness in your darkest moment
We're all equal in the face of what we're most afraid of
And I'm so sorry
for those who didn't make it
and for the mommies who are left with their heart breaking
Search for meaning in sores
The sentences they might form
It's the grammar of skin
Peel it back, let me in
Look for hope in the dark
The shadow cast by your heart
It's the grammar of faith
No more rules, no restraint
How angry I would be
If you'd taken him away
I wish I was wiser but instead I'll be grateful
I'll say thanks for the joy, for the love, for the smile on his face
'Cause I'd beg you on bended knees
For him
i listened to sleater kinney a lot in high school. another band i listened to a lot is Boy Sets Fire. they have since turned really shitty, but they kind of started the whole screamy-hardcore-with-pretty-emo-singing-parts thing. this song is called "in hope" and i think is one of the best songs i have ever heard someone write about bringing a child into the world.in hope
In hope this little angel will be free from all of their poisons
And in hope I grind my knees into the floor
Praying that he'll never have to feel the pain I have felt
Walking through glass ignorant of the pain in my feet
His sweet little hands, innocent face
So unaware of what lies in waiting
In hope there will be forever waiting for you
In hope you'll never look back and hate these days I've held your hand
Falling away, changing each day to his own fate
Until I am needed no more for his comfort or his joy
In hope there's an answer, and in hope I cry
But I am beaten just the same by this subtle game
As he breaks away
I turn my face to the sky for a way to decline
These fairy tales that will mould into nightmares
This fate laid out in my hands
Unatoned I descend into my own indecision
In hope I can turn this page
Falling away, changing each day to his own fate
When I feel him go running on his own Wait for something more there is not
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when pedro, dogmanphil, mercurymouth and i went to see damien jurado at schubas he did a beautiful song about his child. he said it was brand new and it seemed like he was ad-libbing a lot of the lyrics but it was so beautiful. it was writen from the point of view of his infant son, as if the baby wrote all the lyrics. i dont think it made it on to an album, but i wish i could find a version of it somewhere.
Yeah, ulyssess00, that was a dope show. I wouldn't mind going back in time to that moment one bit.
... the one with Moving the Goalposts? I know the other two songs on it, also does it have Sexuality on it? I need to get that album again - we had it in college, Renee and I, but it broke *sorrowful sigh*
...and it's got "you woke up my neighborhood" featuring michael stipe, and "cindy of the stepford wives" featuring johnny marr.ive always said that "Accident waiting to happen" is the song that bands like Blink-182 try to write each time they sit down to write one of their shitty songs.
i could FILL this page with BB lyrics. as i said earlier on this page, "back to basics" is still my favorite album by him. with a few minor exceptions, its just him and a clean electric guitar. here's another off it:
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the busy girl buys beauty.
the busy girl buys beauty
and the pretty girl buys style
and the simple girl buys what she's told to buy
she sees her world
through the brightly lit eyes of the glossy romance of fashion
where she can learn top tips for the gas cook
succesful secrets of a sexual kind
the daily drill for beautiful hair
and the truth about pain
what was anna ford wearing?
what did angela rippon say?
what will you do if you wake up one morning
to find that god's made you plain
in a beautiful person's world
and all those quick recipies
have let you down
and your twenty and a half
and youre not yet engaged
will you go look for the boy
who says:
"i love you, let's get married and have kids."
the busy girl buys beauty
and the pretty girl buys style
and the simple girl buys what she's told to buy
she sees her world
through the brightly lit eyes of the glossy romance of fashion
where she can learn top tips for the gas cook
succesful secrets of a sexual kind
the daily drill for beautiful hair
in a mail order paradise
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And you live life with your arms reached out
Eye to eye when speaking
Enter rooms, with great joy shout,
"Happy to be meeting!"And bright,
Bright,
Bright, bright as yellow
Warm as yellowAnd I do not want to be a rose
I do not wish to be pale pink
But flower scarlet, flower gold
And have no thorns to distance meBut be bright,
Bright,
Bright, bright as yellow
Warm as yellowEven if I'm shining, even if I'm shining here inside
Even if I'm shouting, do you see that I'm wanting
That I want to be so...So bright,
Bright,
Bright, bright as yellow
Warm as yellowEven if I'm shining, even if I'm shining here inside
Even if I'm shouting, do you see I'm wanting
See that I am so...So bright,
Bright,
Bright, bright as yellow
Warm as yellow
Look at the stars; look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along; I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so
(I couldn't resist)
I swam across; I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cos you were all yellow
I drew a line; I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry
It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for...
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
(I couldn't resist)
I'm just mad about Saffron,
Saffron's mad about me
I'm a-just mad about Saffron,
She's just mad about me.
They call me mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow.
I'm just mad about Fourteen,
A-Fourteen's mad about me
I'm a-just a-mad about a-Fourteen,
She's just mad about me.
They call me mellow yellow
They call me mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow.
Born high forever to fly,
Wind-a velocity nil.
Born high forever to fly,
If you want your cup I will fill.
They call me mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow.
He's so mellow, mellow fellow
Electrical banana
Is gonna be a sudden craze.
Electrical banana
Is bound to be the very next phase.
They call it mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow.
You, ah, Saffron, yeah,
I'm just mad about her
I'm a-just a-mad about a-Saffron,
She's just mad about me.
They call me mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow Quite rightly
They call me mellow yellow.
Oh so mellow, oh so mellow, oh so mellow.
(i couldnt esist either)
Is your jewellery still lost in the sand?
Out on the coast, or rushed into the brine?
You left your rings on the shoreline
So you wouldn't lose them swimming in the shallows
A plastic shovel, soft sweaty children far from home
On vacation not unlike your very own
And the Captain Howdy lit upon my shoulder
And he left me with sulphur and rooms full of headaches
I fell in with snakes in the poisoned ranks of strangers
Please send me more yellow birds for the dim interior
Will my pony recognise my voice in Hell?
Will he still be blind, or do they go by smell?
Will you promise not to rest me out at sea
but on a fiery river boat that's rickety?
I'll never find my pony along the roiling swell
A muddy river or a lake would do me well
With hints of amber sundowns and muted thunderstorms
and sunken barges' horns, with their cold and rusty bells
i name the nameless hills and dells
and i drank from yet untasted wells.
goin mad off tha hook just like a numenorian
and i got more rhymes than leaves in lothlorien
funn shit.
Like honey in my mouth
Gold golden going down
I shudder with wonder at what we will feel like together
I'm wrapped up like a gift
Cut ribbon feel me drift
Petal by petal the sweeter the deeper for waiting
Our wild weather
exquisite and violent could never betray me
It slays me and I live to die again in your armsHold back outside the door
Don't touch me anymore
Hand barely touching hand
The full weight of you on top of me sleeping
And when you wake
I'm awake[Damn, I forgot how much I like that album]
I'm gonna get you in my tent tent tent tent tent
Where we can both experi-ment ment ment ment ment
Yeah yay, it's so conveni-ent ent ent ent ent
Let's take a taxi to my tent
Oh, yay, my love is so inscrutable
In a stoic sort of way
But, my baby, is as beautiful
As a tourniquet
I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna
I'm gonna get you in my tent tent tent tent tent
Whoa whoa, it's only common sense sense sense sense sense
I know that you won't mind the stench stench stench stench stench
Of the sacrament
I won't let this love destroy her
I can't control this paranoia
I'll have to get a show biz lawyer
To stop me...
Kill! Smash! Smash! Thrill! Spill! Drive! Fight! Bite! Trap! Scream! Tear! Scritch! Shout!
(Tent! Tent! Tent!)
You'll be laughing like a lunatic (ha ha ha)
That just got away
Howling like a hypocrite
At an auto-da-fe
I'm gonna get you in my tent tent tent tent tent
We'll find out where the woozle went went went went went
We'll fill his footprints with ce-ment ment ment ment ment
We'll dance the tango in my tent[Thank you Viv Stanshall]
sonic youth, "100%""...just because you aint got no money
well, that's got nothin' to do with a good time."nothing indeed!
The phone slips from a loose grip.
Words were missed then some apology
I didn't want to tell you this it's just some guys she has been hanging out with
oh I don't know the past couple of weeks I guess.
Thank you and hang up the phone.
Let the funeral start.
Hear the casket close.
Let's pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat.
Still laughter pours from under doors
in this house. I don't understand that sound no more.
It seems artificial like a T.V. set.Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh
this weight it must be satisfied.
You offer only one reply.
You know not what you do.
But you tear and tear your hair from roots.
From that same head you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die.Well ha ha ha.
But I remember everything
the words we spoke on freezing South street.
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror.
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears.
Something about those bright colors would always made you feel better.
So now we speak with ruined tongues
and the words we say aren't meant for anyone.
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you
You said you hated my suffering
and you understood and you'd take care of me.
You would always be there, well where are you now?Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh,
the plans were never finalized
but left to hang like yarn and twine dangling before my eyes.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots,
from that same head that you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die.And I sing and sing of awful things,
the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings yet another clumsy chord.Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie.
This weight will now be satisfied.
I will give you only one reply,
I know not who I ambut I talk in the mirror
to the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
and always one sided,
nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back
to this meaning that I lack.
He says "the choices were given
and now you must live them
or just not live,but do you want that?"
Inspired by "Testamints" -- the little mint with holy scripture on it!Chocolate Jesus
(Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan)
Don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
But I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well I don't want no Abba Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul
(Solo)
When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
in the Homer Simpson voice"MMMM...chocolate Jesus."
Maidens in towers and knights on the town;
shields up, convinced that the barricade's down.
Fighting in bars. . .
they were biting the cars!Two aches in the head, H20 in the wine.
Two hits off the mirror to help you unwind.
You learned how to drink.
You'll turn now to shrinks.And they'll say that you're king
of the castle.
Yes, you're king of your castle;
your glory excels in here.Blood on the bypass. You're passing the pills.
They're painted and plastic, they make you feel ill.
They make you kick in the night.
You're sick in the light.A tramp chews a dog-end. A dog chews a tramp,
tears holes in his raincoat and howls because it's damp.
He counts up to nine;
he chokes on a coin.Ah, but he's king
in his castle.
Well, he's king in his castle;
his glory excels in here.Pagans in showers and kites on the Downs.
Polka-dot patterns and strings turning brown.
They shut out the sun.
Oh, what jolly fun!But we're kings
in our castles.
Yes, we're kings in our castles!
Our glory. . .
our glory. . .
excels in here!
[Using a search engine leads to disqualification (and a feeling of intense guilt)]"Any time you want to sell your soul
I've got a toll-free number you can ring..."C'mon now. You know this one. It ain't that old.
my guess is 'Personal Jesus'. but somehow i don't think it's that easy.
After some pondering I realised that when I used to listen to that track it was on of the minor radio stations in the Washington DC area rather than out in the mainstream (one of the DJs at that station loved it).The answer is Driving South by the Stone Roses from their album Second Coming.
IIRC Love Spreads was the track from that album that was played by most stations and I am sure you'd remember that one.
Anyone else want to set a test...?
Second Coming is actually a very good album."I saw your severed head at a banquet for the dead"
There used to be good radio in washington DC??!?
Normally I loathe classic rock stations but WCXR was pretty good. That died a year or so after I arrived in the area - just to add insult to injury it was replaced by YET ANOTHER smooth jazz station. For the rest of my stay I ended up mainly listening to NPR with some WHFS and occasional DC101 (which WHFS always seemed to refer to as "faeces 101"). Ah, those were the days.
"Lipgloss"No wonder you're looking thin
When all that you live on is lipgloss and cigarettes.
And scraps at the end of the day
When he's given the rest to sommetaeone with long black hair.
All those nights in, making such a mess of the bed.
Oh you never ever want to go home.
And he wants you so you may as well hang around for a while,
call your dad on the phone.
He changed his mind last Monday, so you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss Honey
Oh yeah.
Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone.
And you feel such a fool for laughing at bad jokes
And putting up with all of his friends and kissing in public.
What are they gonna say when they run into you again?
That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a mess
And your eyes are just holes in your face.
And it rains every day and when it doesn't,
the sun makes you feel worse anyway.
He changed his mind last Monday, now you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah.
Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone.
Though you knew there was no way it was gonna last for ever
It still shook you when he told you in a letter that he didn't wanna see you.
You nearly lost your mind, Oh yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah.
Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone, Oh yeah.
You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah
Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.
You had it once but now it's gone. Oh yeah.
"Must I Paint You A Picture" by the lyric king BILLY BRAGGIt's bad timing and me
We find a lot of things out this way
And there's you
A little black cloud in a dress
The temptation
To take the precious things we have apart
To see how they work
Must be resisted for they never fit together againIf this is rain let it fall on me and drown me
If these are tears let them fall
Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I feel
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real
It took a short walk and a talk
To change the rules of engagement
While you searched frantically for reverse and them claiming
That virtue never tested is no virtue at all
And so I lost my ignoranceAnd now the bells across the river chime out your name
I look across to them again
Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I feel
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real
All your friends said come down
It will never fly
And on that imperfect day
We threw it all away
Crisis after crisis, with such intensity
This would never happen if we lived by the sea
Most important decisions in life
Are made between two people in bed
I found that out at my expense
And when I see you
You just turn around and walk away like we never met
Oh we used to be so brave
I dreamt the world stopped turning as we climbed the hill
I dreamt impossible dreams that we were lovers still
Must I paint you a picture
About the way that I feel
You know my love for you is strong, girl
You know my love for you is real
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"Take This Longing" by Leonard Cohen
Many men have loved the bells
you fastened to the rein,
and everyone who wanted you
they found what they will always want again.
Your beauty lost to you yourself
just as it was lost to them.
Oh take this longing from my tongue,
whatever useless things these hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one you love.
Your body like a searchlight
my poverty revealed,
I would like to try your charity
until you cry, "Now you must try my greed."
And everything depends upon
how near you sleep to me
Just take this longing from my tongue
all the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one your love.
Hungry as an archway
through which the troops have passed,
I stand in ruins behind you,
with your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps.
I love to see you naked over there
especially from the back.
Oh take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
untie for me your hired blue gown,
like you would do for one that you love.
You're faithful to the better man,
I'm afraid that he left.
So let me judge your love affair
in this very room where I have sentenced
mine to death.
I'll even wear these old laurel leaves
that he's shaken from his head.
Just take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
let me see your beauty broken down,
like you would do for one you love.
Like you would do for one you love.
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(sadly, one of the English language's most beautiful words, "longing" is forever ruined for me because of a never-ending play i was in of the same title...)
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and, one more by my earthly savior, BILLY BRAGG:
"Life With the Lions"
I hate the arsehole I become
Every time I'm with you
You know you've got me on the run
But let me make it clear to you
It's taken two fools such as we
To make love deaf, dumb and blind
Now you're upset 'cos I can't read your mind love
You're upset Cos I can't read your mind
I hate the arsehole I become
Every time I'm with you
I get the feeling looking in your eyes
That somehow I should forgive you
I know that I'm guilty but I don't know what I've done
You're not about to let me join in the fun are you
You're not about to let me join in the fun
I hate the arsehole I become
Every time I'm with you
I hate the way you try to give me back
All the things I give to you
I know when I leave the room
They say what's up with him
But love is not a game you play to win, girl
Love is not a game you play to win
If that face of yours could only talk
The stories it could tell
The chase is always better than the kill, love
The chase is always better than the kill
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is an "arsehole" the same as an "asshole"? Gary, help me out here....
CockMobster!!!It's a porn utopia/ a cornucopia/ of warm fallopia.
CockMobster!!!
My dandy voice, makes even the most anti-choice granny's pantys moist.
from the album "Pauleluia" find it at www.mcpaulbarman.com/audio
"as i burst in your face i invade your personal space"
Heart and Soul - T'PauThis song is from 1987 I believe...and is a one-hit wonder. It's kind of lame. However, I think the lyrics great, if not a little too general. The song features two women singers. Everything in the parentheses indicates the singing, which overlaps the the main lyrics which are only spoken. The result is hypnotic- and when you add the high-pitched synth strings and possibly the sexiest bass line ever, it's quite a song. -
Something in the moonlight catches my eye
The shadow of a lover goes dancing by
Looking for a little bit of love to grow,
so give me love, give me heart and soul.
You never let me cross the other side now
I'm tied to the hope that you will somehow
Hard on the heels of something more,
but I lost your love, heart and soul.
The tear in my heart as you walk on by. (More than an ocean)
I feel so low and your head is high.
Everything you do convinces me more (Keeps us apart)
Please give me love, give me heart and soul
Looking to the day when I saw your face (I feel a tearing)
Wasn't in the running, I wasn't in the race (in half of my heart)
You moved in a way that I'd known before,
Now I want your love, heart and soul
Tired eyes, tears that dried (Leaving you ain't easy now,)
on the bed on the pillow where you told your lies (but loving you's the harder part)
A turn of the key, my blood runs cold (You never want me for myself)
Don't look back to hurt me more (And I've needed you right from the very start)
Everything you said was to the point (Oh won't you even)
try to... (try to)CHORUS (sung):
Give a little bit of heart and soul
give a little bit of love to grow
Give a little bit of heart and soul
and don't you make me beg for more
Give a sign I need to know
a little bit of heart and soul
Walking on the water, walking on the air (A walk on the water, ooh,)
That was the heart of the love we shared
Do you keep a secret left untold (Is all that I need,)
So you can't give love heart and soul?
I sued to have a lover with the midas touch, (But miracles are not happening.)
I turned to gold but he turned to dust.
Left me for another, I turned to stone.
Now give me love, heart and soul.
Tired eyes, tears that dried (Living in a fantasy,)
On the bed on the pillow where the love has died (There's never any room to breathe.)
A turn of the key through the door you go. (Hoping every waking hour)
Don't look back to hurt me more. (You'll turn around and say that we can start)
Everything you said just said it all.
Can't you try to... (Oh won't you even try to...)
CHORUS (sung)
Somehow, I lost my way
looking to see something in your eyes
but love will never compromise
Now this is the politics of life, yeah
CHORUS
and when we took the torch into the night / vowed to search the highways for an honest man / but when we looked into each others' eyes / we knew it would be best to make some other plans(inspired by ulyssess00 diary post)
is one of my all tame favorit lyricists, his poetry sucks, but his lyrics kick booty, "I love it when they call be Paul Barman"
Lyrics are poetry!Leonard Cohen - "Stranger Song"
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
every time you gave them shelter.
I know that kind of man;
it's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. . .And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind,
you find he did not leave you very much,
not even laughter.
Like any dealer, he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another.
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.And then leaning on your window sill,
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter.
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
"I told you when I came I was a stranger.
I told you when I came I was a stranger."But now, another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other.
Oh! you've seen that man before,
his golden arm dispatching cards,
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger.
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter.
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.Ah you hate to see another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker.
And while he talks his dreams to sleep,
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.You tell him to come in sit down,
but something makes you turn around.
The door is open; you can't close your shelter.
You try the handle of the road,
it opens. Do not be afraid,
it's you my love, you who are the stranger.
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for.
I think it's time to board another.
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter.
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after.
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river.
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm.
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter.
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger.
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...
And leaning on your window sill ...
I told you when I came I was a stranger. . .
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
....
Beans and Cornbread,
Beans and Cornbread had a fight.
Beans knocked Cornbread out of sight.
Cornbread said, "Now that's alright, meet me on the corner tomorrow night."
"I'll be ready, I'll be ready tomorrow night,"
That's what Beans said to Cornbread . "I'll be ready tomorrow night...."
I can't tell you anything you don't already know. I keep on trying, I should just let it go. I keep on singing, you're eyes they just roll. It sounds like someone else's song from along time ago. You already know the story and the chords are just the same. You already know I love you, and I sound like whats-his-name. But you can't stop me, I want you to know. I know it sounds like someone else's song from along time ago.
She's sniffing the night
His arms in the air
She follows the light
He's already there
She lights up a cigarette
He sings her a song
She likes to forget
He helps her along
And we wash their hair
And we test their eyes
It must be like Strangeways
Is living inside
She peels from a leaf
He circles the stars
She picks at her teeth
He stares at the cars
The man from England said
There's no sign of bodies
The man from England said
Let hope be on their side
She pours him a Coke
He opens his heart
She tells him a joke
They're forever a spark
And we wash their hair
And we test their eyes
It must be like Strangeways
Is living inside
And we let them in
And we take them out
We're watching their progress
One day they'll be out
You Enjoy Myself -- Phish
Boy
Man
God
Shit
Wash Uffizi, drive me to Firenze
Wash Uffizi, drive me to Firenze
Boy man, Wash Uffizi drive me to Firenze
Boy man, Wash Uffizi, drive me to Firenze
Yoda:
I met him in a swamp down in Dagoba
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S O D A, sodaI saw the little runt sitting there on a log
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said "Yoda"
Y O D A, Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo YodaWell, I've been around, but I ain't never seen
A guy who looks like a muppet, but he's wrinkled and green
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo YodaWell, I'm not dumb, but I can't understand
How he can lift me in the air just by raising his hand
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo YodaWell, I left home just a week before
And I've never ever been a Jedi before
But Obi Wan, he set me straight, of course
He said, "Go to Yoda and he'll show you the Force"
Well I'm not the kind that would argue with Ben
So it looks like I'm gonna start all over again
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
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So I used the Force
I picked up a box
I lifted some rocks
While I stood on my head
Well, I won't forget what Yoda said
He said, "Luke, stay away from the darker side
And if you start to go astray, let the Force be your guide"
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda"I know Darth Vader's really got you annoyed
But remember, if you kill him, then you'll be unemployed"
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Well, I heard my friends really got in a mess
So I'm gonna have to leave Yoda, I guess
But I know that I'll be coming back some day
I'll be playing this part 'till I'm old and gray
The long-term contract that I had to sign
Says I'll be making these movies till the end of time
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
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Poisoning pigeons in the park
Spring is here, a-suh-pring is here. Life is skittles and life is beer. I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring. I do, (don't you?) 'Course you do. But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me, And makes every Sunday a treat for me.All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon, When we're poisoning pigeons in the park. Every Sunday you'll see My sweetheart and me, As we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide, But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyan-hide. The sun's shining bright, Everything seems all right, When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We've gained notoriety, And caused much anxiety In the Audubon Society With our games. They call it impiety And lack of propriety, And quite a variety Of unpleasant names. But it's not against any religion To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free, Why don't you come with me, And we'll poison the pigeons in the park. And maybe we'll do In a squirrel or two, While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment, Except for the few we take home to experiment. My pulse will be quickenin' With each drop of strych'nine We feed to a pigeon. (It just takes a smidgin!) To poison a pigeon in the park.
Low in the Grave He Lay
Words and music by Robert Lowry (1826-1899)Low in the grave He lay -- Jesus my Savior!
Waiting the coming day -- Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose (He arose)
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes (He arose)
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever with His saints to reign.
He arose! (He arose)
He arose! (He arose)
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Vainly they watch His bed -- Jesus my Savior!
Vainly they seal the dead -- Jesus my Lord!
(refrain)
Death cannot keep his prey -- Jesus my Savior!
He tore the bars away -- Jesus my Lord!
(refrain)
I copied that one out of "the green hymnal." Covenant folk are pretty big into their hymns and music, and the old hymnals (after they make new versions) are still treasured. Up at home, they get together and have "brown hymnal nights" where people just get togehter and sing the old hymns. I've always wondered if the Covenant church's love of music, combined with an already musical scandinavian history, is why the music program at North Park is strong. ANyway.
It's kind of a corny hymn when you read it without music. But it has this whole "tone painting" thing where the verses are all minor and dirge-like, but the refrain, "up from the grave He arose" goes in an ascending triad, and it's just very jubilant. And Robert Lowry is a fairly prolific hymnwriter, FWIW.
Anyway, Amy, thanks for bringing that one up.
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper, your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter; your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away;
in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
and your suntan does rapidly peel
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away;
I'm a bad dream that I just had today,
and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages; let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born, and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade,
teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain.
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker; no allowance for the other,
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning; the kettle almost boiling,
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
A-building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea;
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose,
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have all gone into service
and are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
A-coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you way off-beam.
LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight,
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone,
you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom
with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies
and your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case,
you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books,
your super crooks,
and show us all the way?
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president,
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are,
and you take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where are all the sportsmen who always pull you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
LATER.
See there! A man is born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders, with the discovery of his disease.
We'll take the child from him - put it to the test.
Teach it to be a wise man - how to fool the rest.
(Spoken) We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional.
God is an overwhelming responsibility.
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons.
It says here that cats are on the upgrade. Upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
whilst queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying, "How's your granny and good old Ernie?"
"He coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win."
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn)
lie cradled in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, behind the gun,
signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day!
The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun, has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one, the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night, to the night,
and fully pregnant with the day.
Wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life,
of your love and the cut of the knife.
The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled,
the desire to kill or be killed.
Well, let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty; the gutters run red - while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year,
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools
and the thoughts of the wise
and from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song
as the wise man breaks wind and is gone,
while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
and the nursery rhyme winds along.
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year,
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
or the wiser man who rushes clear?
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books,
your super-crooks,
and show us all the way?
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president,
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where are all the sportsmen who always pull you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
You care for plants and we care for you;
You care for plants and we care for you.Upward to the sun we grow,
Careful plants, be
Careful plants.
i had a friend who was big into the reidents in high school, and ive heard some of their stuff, but havent really tackled it.but its funny that you were just posting about them, because i spent/watsed about half an hour today reading about them on allmusic.com.
thier catalog is a little intimidating to tackle. allmusic suggests Third Reich n' Roll, Eskimo and God in Three Persons.
what does welcome suggest?
48I lost myself when I looked in your eyes
I tried to disguise myself. Fear Inside
the suffering moved and breathed our hands
silhouettes against the sky I lost myself
when spoken words agreed. shall we dance again?
poems may promise
stolen pearl caught my eye stole the truth
from my heart. fear inside
where were you hope to chain this memory?
we could have been the last time. show me the
sight of the side of chance. hold tommorrow one foot
in and one foot out. are you strong enough?
pitiful boy. I lost myself in moments embrace
I saw the lie come clear. fear inside
fallen now child run away I tried to reveal
myself but fear inside where were you?
help unchain this memory
I needed a short song to go after the novel, so I picked that one.All three of those albums are great, but Duck Stab/Buster & Glen is probably the best place to start; the songs are more pop-styled but still very strange, making for an easy in. If you enjoy that, Fingerprince is a good place to go next, being somewhat similar in style to Duck Stab with a couple of long story and experimental pieces.
After that it's up in the air; Not Available is my personal favorite, and the three you listed are close behind, but if you enjoy both Duck Stab and Fingerprince, you can't really go wrong with anything up to and including Mark of the Mole.
Stereolab - "Ping Pong"It's alright 'cause the historical pattern has shown
how the economical cycle tends to revolve
in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop;
a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more.Bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery;
huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery!You see the recovery always comes 'round again.
There's nothing to worry, for things will look after themselves.
It's alright, recovery always comes 'round again;
there's nothing to worry if things can only get better!
There's only millions that lose their jobs and homes and sometimes accents;
there's only millions that die in their bloody wars, it's alright!It's only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing.
It's only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing. . .It's alright 'cause the historical pattern has shown
how the economical cycle tends to revolve
in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop.
A slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more. . .Bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery.
Huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery.Don't worry, be happy, things will get better naturally,
don't worry, shut up, sit down, go with it and be happy!Dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum... ah ah!
Dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum... ah ah!
welcome++
Let's go surfin' now. Ev'rybody's learnin' how. Come on a safari with me. (Come on a safari with...)Early in the morning we'll be starting out. Some honeys will be comin' along. We're loading up our woodie with our boards inside, And headin' out singing our song.
Come on baby, wait and see, yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me. (Come on along.) Yes baby, wait and see, yeah, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me.
Let's go surfin' now. Ev'rybody's learnin' how. Come on a safari with me. (Come on a safari with...)
Huntington to Malibu they're shootin' the pier, And Rincon they're walkin' the nose. We're going on safari to the islands this year, So if you're coming get ready to go.
Come on baby, wait and see, yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me. (Come on along.) Yes baby, wait and see, yeah, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me.
Let's go surfin' now. Ev'rybody's learnin' how. Come on a safari with me. (Come on a safari with...)
They're angling in Laguna and Cerro Azul. They're kickin' out in Doheny too. I tell ya' surfin's mighty wild It's getting' bigger ev'ry day, From Hawaii to the shores of Peru
Come on baby, wait and see, yes I'm gonna take you surfin' with me. (Come on along.) Yes baby, wait and see, yeah, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me.
Let's go surfin' now. Ev'rybody's learnin' how. Come on a safari with me. (Come on a safari with...)
With me Surfin' Safari With me Surfin' Safari With me Surfin' Safari With me Surfin' Safari With me Surfin' Safari With me Surfin' Safari With me Surfin' Safari
When you think you've found something worth holding onto
Wer reaching for attention, hoping she would notice you
Collecting bottles and thrown-away cans
Like she was returnable
One day would fill your hands
ow she loved you, all you imagined
Fit so well into you plans
Maybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled timesPining away every hour in your room
Rolling with the motion, waiting til it's opportune
Sitting there watching time fly past you
Why do tomorrow
What you could never do
How she loved you
All you imagined
All ths shit you put her throughMaybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times
And it takes a lot of nerve to ask how she is doing
Start with a weak foundation, you will end in ruins
The ways the days and hours pass you'll never understand
Falling like rain through your handsMaybe one day soon
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times
They stumble about
the lobby bears the name
forgotten inside the hour
and what they became.
The painters paint
all those sad old saints.
Take the dust-sheet down
in this old theme town.
A feel for the sea
does not appeal to me
and winter's not cold enough
like it's meant to be.
The painters paint
all those sad old saints.
Take the dust-sheet down
in this old theme town.
The painters paint
all those sad old saints.
Take the dust-sheet down
in this old theme town.
Now we're spoiled for choice
came the trooper's voice.
Take an endless guess
at my friendliness.
Considering the recent lawsuits against lyric sites, "reasonable use" notwithstanding, maybe it would be a good idea to prevent this particular project from being linked by search engines. It wouldn't have to be anything extreme - just enough for us to say the lyrics were for own private consumption.
just to be on the side of caution, i added an exclusion in the robots.txt file for this entree (proj). Search engine crawlers won't index the page but I doubt that the MPAA crawlers respect the robots.txt exclusions. That's probably the first place they look.
Since the world at large probably relies on crawlers (e.g. google) that respect robots.txt this would mean that we are not leaving the door wide open (so, clearly intended for local perusal only). Anyone who does their own crawling to look for lyrics obviously has other issues to deal with.
It might be nice if the entry could be invisible to all but logged-in customers. It obviously won't prevent manual spelunking, but I doubt MPA robots know about creating virgule accounts.
I'm rollin' down a well-worn road
I'm wonderin' if I'll ever know
If I'll be better than I was before
When I surface through the service door
Bye...
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Bye bye...
I'm on standby
According to the work order that you signed
I'll be down for some time...
I'll be down for some time
I got good at saying "I gotta go"
Number one at saying "I don't know"
But from the stories that I heard
You humans require more words
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I'm on standby
According to the work order that you signed
I'll be down for some time...
I'll be down for some time
I thought you'd be out of my mind And I'd finally found a way to Learn to live without you I thought it was just a matter of time Till I had a hundred reasons Not to think about you But it's just not so And after all this time I still can't let go I've still got your face Painted on my heart Scrawled upon my soul Etched upon my memory baby I've got your kiss Still burning on my lips The touch of my fingertips Is love so deep inside of meI was trying everything that I can To get my heart to forget you But it just can't seem to I guess it's just no use In every part of me Is still a part of you
I've still got your face Painted on my heart Scrawled upon my soul Etched upon my memory baby I've got your kiss Still burning on my lips The touch of my fingertips Is love so deep inside of me
I've still got your face Painted on my heart Painted on my heart Painted on my heart
Something in your eyes keeps haunting me I'm trying to escape you And I know there ain't no way to To chase you from my mind
I've still got your face Painted on my heart Scrawled upon my soul Etched upon my memory baby I've got your kiss Still burning on my lips The touch of my fingertips Is love so deep inside of me, baby
I've still got your face I've still got your face painted on my heart painted on my heart painted on my heart
What's he building in there? What the hell is he building In there? He has subscriptions to those Magazines... He never Waves when he goes by He's hiding something from The rest of us... He's all To himself... I think I know Why... He took down the Tire swing from the Peppertree He has no children of his Own you see... He has no dog And he has no friends and His lawn is dying... and What about all those packages He sends. What's he building in there? With that hook light On the stairs. What's he building In there... I'll tell you one thing He's not building a playhouse for The children what's he building In there?Now what's that sound from under the door? He's pounding nails into a Hardwood floor... and I Swear to god I heard someone Moaning low... and I keep Seeing the blue light of a T.V. show... He has a router And a table saw... and you Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw There's poison underneath the sink Of course... But there's also Enough formaldehyde to choke A horse... What's he building In there. What the hell is he Building in there? I heard he Has an ex-wife in some place Called Mayors Income, Tennessee And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia... but what is he building in there? What the hell is building in there?
He has no friends But he gets a lot of mail I'll bet he spent a little Time in jail... I heard he was up on the Roof last night Signaling with a flashlight And what's that tune he's Always whistling... What's he building in there? What's he building in there?
We have a right to know...
Dave I think hit it on the head when he told me that he thinks the song is from the perspective of Mr. Waits' neighbors...
exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers
jewels cleaving skin between... breasts
your cadilac bleeds 400 horses over blue lines
you are going to recita to make love to a model whose real name you don't know
you spin... like the cadilac was overturning down a cliff on television
and the radio is on
and the radio man is speaking
and the radio man says "women were a curse"
"so men built paramount studios"
"and men built columbia studios"
"and men built los angeles"
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to los angeles
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to los angeles
and the radio man says "it is a beautiful night out there"
and the radio man says "rock and roll lives"
and the radio man says "it is a beautiful night out there in los angeles"
"you live in los angeles"
"and you are going to recita"
"we are all in some way or another going to recita"
"someday... to die"
and the radio man laughs
because the radio man fucks the model, too
gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love
gone savage for teenages who are aesthetically pleasing in other words fly
los angeles beckons the teenagers to come to her on buses
los angeles loves love
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to los angeles
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to los angeles
i am going to los angeles
to build a screenplay about lovers who murder each other
i am going to los angeles
to see my own name on a screen five feet long and luminous
and the radio man says "it is 5 am"
"and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us"
"and painted the smoke over our heads am imperial violet"
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to los angeles
it is 5 am
and you are listening
to los angeles
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
Well there's one thing you can't lose
It's that feel
Your pants, your shirt, your shoes
But not that feel.
You can throw it out in the rain
You can whip it like a dog
You can chop it down like an old dead tree
You can always see it
When you're coming into town
Once you hang it on the wall
You can never take it down
But there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
You can pawn your watch and chain
But not that feel
It always comes and finds you
It will always hear you cry
I cross my wooden leg
And I swear on my glass eye
It will never leave you high and dry
Never leave you loose
It's harder to get rid of than tattoos
But there's one thing you can't do
Is lose that feel
You can throw it off a bridge
You can lose it in a fire
You can leave it at the altar
But it will make you out a liar
You can fall down in the street
You can leave it in the lurch
Well you say that it's gospel
But I know that it's only church
And there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
It's that feel
Ride your bike all night
and give your heart a break
And give your head a shove
And fuck that subject love
You'll get another chance some day
Ride your bike 'til dawn
and keep your lantern on
Computers in the sun
Not one with power on
All alone and no-one's won
For the dishwasher who rides home late tonight
It will be all right
Just go to sleep tonight
You'll get another chance some day...
We had a big discussion here at the Mathom House about that song and the lyrics therein, and what he says after "Don't bring me down... -------!"
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself on zebra flesh
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met
I want to be a good woman And I want, for you to be a good man. This is why I will be leaving And this is why, I can't see you no more. I will miss your heart so tender And I will love This love foreverI don't want be a bad women And I can't stand to see you be a bad man I will miss your heart so tender And I will love This love forever And this is why I am leaving And this is why I can't see you no more This is why I am lying when I say That I don't love you no more
Cause I want to be a good woman And I want for you to be a good man
Primitive Radio Gods! Now there's one of my one-hit wonder favorites.I've lost count of how many pints of Guinness I've vowed to buy nutella while reading his opines here at the 'Diner . . .
Giovanni Felice Sances' Proserpina Gelosa: Lamento (originally in Italian. translated to English)
From the deepest horrors
Where eternal night
Darkens the sky with black mists,
I come, jealous, raging,
Disheveled, exhausted,
To this heaven adorned with living rays
To find my handsome traitor,
The stern emperor of the underworld, Pluto.
The sun has already
Risen from the waves
And set again three times
Since he last turned his two shining eyes
Toward my sad face
Here in the dark underworld.
I, alas, have pentrated the depths
Where the dreadful barking of the
Horrid three-headed dog is heard,
And where the Stygian spirit first boldly
Traced his fiery steps on that dismal path,
To find him;
And impatiently, I have traversed Those fields of fortune Where the blessed souls Of the heavenly abode rejoice Without having seen him.O woe is me, what sorrow, Who, barbaric King of Dite, Would you have impose your punishments on the unhappy, and your high laws on the lost souls? Who, with merely raising an eyebrow Can make the snakes tremble on the burning forehears of the wicked Furies, If not you, cruel one? Cerberus can no longer deafen Hell's denizens With his infernal barking; That supreme majestic horror No longer sits On your iron throne.
Aria
Return, then , o, return, O best delight of my heart, To calm my weeping eyes, to raise my downcast hopes, Return, o, return.
Alas, what am I saying? Wretch, whom do I call? The fugitive has a heart of hard diamond, And feels only hell's fire in his breast, And not the flames of love. Husband I'll call him no more, but traitor. Why did you kidnap me, And take my virginity in my youth If you must leave me here To spend dark days in such grief? Perhaps you did it To boast that you could ravish a woman And condemn her to tears.
Come, come, Tartarean sisters, Now shake your crowns of Of hellish hissing thunderbolts, Move your shadowy footsteps Through the flaming cliffs and burning rocks, Through crumbling rocks and massive mountain peaks, Through stagnant swamps and dark ravines, Over cavernous mountains, Incite the Briarian with their one hundred hands And the Sphynxes and the Python-Cerberuses, The Geryons and the evil Harpies, And as many monsters as are hidden In the Underworld Against my wicked husband, More cruel than than hell and death.
Dismal shores, here I leave you And run to the woods, to my sky. Immortal huntress, chaste Diana, Now invites me to leave behind Jealous wrath and indignant jealousy, I, betrayed, abandoned.
Doin' the pigeon
Every time I feel alone and slightly blue That's when I begin to think of what I'd like to start to do And though it might not be the kind of thing that's quite your cup of tea, I recommend you pay attention to the little dance you're gonna see.. Now I love pigeons, and I love how they walk. And I've invented a really cool dance called...Doin' the pigeon Doin' the pigeon Dancin' a little smidgen of the kind of ballet That sweeps me away Doin' the pigeon Doin' the pigeon
People may smile, but I don't mind They'll never understand the kind of fun I find. Doin' the pigeon Doin' the pigeon Dancin' a little smidgen of the kind of ballet That sweeps me away Doin' the pigeon Doin' the pigeon Doin' the pigeon every day!
(Personally, I am more of a Rubber Duckie fan)
broke into the old apartment
this is where we used to live
broken glass, broke and hungry,
broken hearts, and broken bones
this is where we used to livewhy did you paint the walls?
why did you clean the floors?
why did you plaster over the hole i punched in the door?
this is where we used to livewhy did you keep mousetrap?
why did you keep the dish rack?
these things used to be mine
i guess they still are, i want 'em backbroke into the old apartment
42 steps from the street
crooked landing, crooked landlord
narrow laneway filled with crooks
this is where we used to livewhy did they pave the lawn?
why did they change locks?
why did i did i have to break in, i only came here to talk?
this is where we used to livehow is the neighbor downstairs?
how is her temper this year?
i turned up your tv
and stomped on the floor just for funwell, i know we don't live here anymore
we bought an old house on the danforth
she loves me and her body keeps me warm
i'm happy here
but this is where we used to livebroke into the old apartment
tore the phone out of the wall
only memories, fading memories
blending into dull tableaux
i want them backi want them back, this is where we used to live
i want them back, this is where we used to live
i want them back, this is where we used to live
i want them back
Straight To Hell - by Drivin N CryinI grew up just west of the tracks holding me to hold me back around your door she's calling out my name
she said "son won't you go outside I've got a man coming over tonight The 7th one in 7 days"
So I go down to the parking lot and hang around all my friends And roam the street 'till dawn breaks again
I come in at five am and she is waitin' for me she said, "where have you been?" I said, "I WAS OUT" she said, "you're no good 'cause you're runnin' without love"
I'm going straight to hell just like my mama said I'm going straight to hell
The black widow and the ladies man met down at the laundromat AND TRIED TO MAKE me understand
the neighbors were all in a stir about what they might have heard and runnin' down they shouted out it seemed
next door a girl she lives about the same age as me and asked me to come upstairs for a see
just then her mother burst in said, "you're the son of that bitch in the wind get outta my house hit the road" I kept fallin' like a ROLLING STONES SONG
I'm going straight to hell just like my mama said I'm going straight to hell
The stars came out and warned me so as i walked on down the road fifty bucks and a suitcase steered me clear
She took my hand as we walked into the sun a new days promise had begun we'll make it alone whether you like it or not I turned and shouted
HELP ME MOTHER
I'm going straight to hell just like my mama said I'm going straight to hell
MOTHER LOVE HER WON'T YOU LET ME GO
I think that's the name of the Native American chief who wrote these lyrics in the mid 1800's(!). Even more appropriate today. Anyhow, I listened to this letter put to the music (of Into the Void by Black Sabbath) performed by Soundgarden this morning coming into work.How can you buy or sell the sky Or the warmth of the land it's strange to us We don't own the freshness of the air Or the sparkle of the water How can you buy them from us The white man doesn't understand our ways For he's a stranger who comes in the night And takes from the land just what he needs
He treats his brothers like his enemies When it's completed he moves on He leaves his father's grave and his birthright His birthright is forgotten The air is precious to the red man For all things share the same breath The white man won't notice the air he breathes Like a man dying for many days
The whites must treat the beasts of his land As his brothers not his enemies Tell me what is man without the beasts I'll bet he will die of loneliness
One thing we know that the white man will We know our god is the same god You may think you wish to own him Own him as you wish to own our land But he is the body of man And the earth is precious to him Continue to contaminate your bed And you will suffocate in your waste
Christmas time is here, by golly, Disapproval would be folly. Deck the halls with hunks of holly, Fill the cup and don't say when.Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens, Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens. Even though the prospect sickens, Brother, here we go again.
On Christmas Day you can't get sore, Your fellow man you must adore. There's time to rob him all the more The other three hundred and sixty-four.
Relations, sparing no expense, I'll Send some useless old utensil, Or a matching pen and pencil. ("Just the thing I need, how nice!")
It doesn't matter how sincere it is, Nor how heart felt the spirit, Sentiment will not endear it, What's important is the price.
[Hark, the Herald Tribune sings, Advertising wondrous things.]
[God rest ye merry merchants, May ye make the Yuletide pay.]
[Angels we have heard on high, Tell us to go out and buy!]
So let the raucous sleighbells jingle, Hail our dear old friend Kriss Kringle, Driving his reindeer across the sky. Don't stand underneath when they fly by.
By Christopher Cerf/ Norman Stiles sung by Ernie, with comments from Bert (lines starting with "-Italics")Sometimes I have trouble Falling asleep. But it's not so bad. - Ernie, I'm trying to sleep. I don't worry And I don't weep. - Ooooooh. In fact I'm glad....
Be-cause I get up off my pillow And I flip on the li-ight. - Ernieee. I get down and get hip In the still of the night. - Turn off the light, Ernie. I stretch and I yawn and then I breathe real deep, - Ooooooh... And dance myself to sleep! - Don't dance, please don't dance...
I hoof around my beddie Just a-tappin my toes. - He's dancing... Before I know what's happened I'm a-ready to doze. - Oooh... Got some partners I can count on called the Boogie Woogie Sheep - What?!? I dance myself to sleep!
I gently rock-a-bye myself across the floor. - What are those sheep doing? I turn and then I toss and then I start to snore. - Ernie! My trusty little bugle helps me spread the news - Oh, not the bugle. That I'm tappin' to "Taps" And I'm a-rarin' to snooze!
(Smokin' bugle routine by Boogie-Woogie Sheep begins, interspersed with comments by Bert)
Ooooh, they're playing the bugle! What are these sheep doing? Ernie... The sheep - they're tap dancing! Ernie, *please* take the sheep out, let me sleep. Ooooh..... Wh-Where did the sheep get tap shoes? Getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway! Ernie, will you please tell the sheep to put my bed down! Stop. Getaway from me, getaway, getaway, getaway! Thank you. Waitaminit, wait! Don't take ME out!
(bugle solo ends)
Well, I'm gettin' kinda drowsy So the moment has come - YOU'RE drowsy? To grab my rubber duckie While the sheep take my chum - Take your chum!?! Time to shuffle off to dreamland Got a date to keep. - Where're you taking me? We'll dance ourselves to sleep, oh yeah -- - Wh-wait, what's going on?!? We'll dance ourselves to sleep, Wearin' our jammies. - What are these sheep...what are they doing? Get away! We'll dance ourselves to sleep, And thank you, lambies. - They're taking me outside! We'll dance ourselves to sleep! -Erniiiiiie!!!
(final bugle riff)
(Ernie's trademark laugh, as Bert looks in from window with long-suffering expression.)
all around me are familiar faces worn out places, worn out faces bright and early for their daily races going nowhere, going nowhere their tears are filling up their glasses no expression, no expression hide my head i want to drown my sorrow no tomorrow, no tomorrow
and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had i find it hard to tell you, i find it hard to take when people run in circles it's a very, very.....
mad world mad world
children waiting for the day they feel good happy birthday, happy birthday and i feel the way that every child should sit and listen, sit and listen went to school and i was very nervous no one knew me, no one knew me hello teacher tell me what's my lesson look right through me, look right through me
and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had i find it hard to tell you, i find it hard to take the people run in circles it's a very, very.....
mad world mad world mad world mad world mad world mad world enlarging your world mad world
talking to myself all the way to the station. pictures in my head of the final destination all lined up.... all the ones that aren't allowed to stay. tried to save myself but my self keeps slipping awaytried to save a place from the cuts and the scratches. tried to overcome the complications and the catches. nothing ever grows and the sun doesn't shine all day. tried to save myself but my self keeps slipping away
Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying Taking toll If you've been bad Lord, I bet you have And you've not been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes and bow your head And wait for the ricochetDeep Purple Sweet Child in Time
reach out, touch faith
your own personal jesus someone to hear your prayers someone who cares
your own personal jesus someone to hear your prayers someone who's there
feeling unknown and you're all alone flesh and bone by the telephone pick up the receiver i'll make you a believer
take second best put me to the test things on your chest you need to confess i will deliver you know i'm a forgiver
reach out, touch faith reach out, touch faith
your own personal jesus someone to hear your prayers someone who cares
your own personal jesus someone to hear yours prayers someone who's there
feeling unknown and you're all alone flesh and bone by the telephone pick up the receiver i'll make you a believer
reach out, touch faith your own personal jesus reach out, touch faith reach out, touch faith reach out, touch faith reach out, touch faith
i like the Johnny Cash cover of personal jesus.
California StarsI'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass like friendly wine
So, I'd give this world
just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars
I played this song for Jackie the other night. She told me she was singing it all day today. and she said she loves it because it reminds her of me. how freakin cool is that?
California StarsI'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass like friendly wine
So, I'd give this world
just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars
I played this song for Jackie the other night. She told me she was singing it all day today. and she said she loves it because it reminds her of me. how freakin cool is that?
sorry bout that.
I just love that song. I listen to it whenever I can. I sing it to the girls.
i love it too. makes me think of california.
Also, Personal Jesus was on the mix tape I just made the other day, I used to love Depeche Mode, now I think their ok, something about growing older makes one think about music differently.
The version I listen to is Billy Bragg & Wilco on Mermaid Avenue.
the sunshine fills the island
all is calm across the bay
I can hear the children laughing
down the streets we used to play
oh they girls they all adored you
everybody sang your name
'cause something deep destroyed you
and now it's up to you to change
c'mon Georgie Boy, why don't you stand up and fight?
be it winter, summer, or the spring or the fall
you're just hanging there, down by the old town hall
remember that summer evening
when we stole your father's car
you said "hey boys I'm leavin"
but you didn't get too far
you had this way of talking
you said "I'm gonna be a star"
c'mon Georgie Boy, why don't you stand up and fight?
be it winter, summer, or the spring or the fall
you're just hanging there, tear the picture off the wall
c'mon Georgie Boy, why don't you wake up to fly high
be it winter, summer, well i can still hear you call
you've got to stand up straight, believe in yourself
you can, oh yes you can
come home Georgie Boy
come home Georgie Boy
the bees are humming, the birds are singing
take a step, get out of bed
wake up boy, use your head
come on Georgie Boy
That young boy without a name Anywhere I'd know his face In this city the kid's my favorite I've seen him I see him every day Seen him run outside Looking for a place to hide From his father The kid half naked And said to myself "O, what's the matter here?"I'm tired of the excuses Everbody uses He's their kid I stay out of it But who gave you the right To do this?
We live on Morgan Street Just ten feet between And his mother I never see her But her screams and cussing I hear them every day Threats like "If you don't mind I will beat your behind" "Slap you, slap you silly" Made me say "O, what's the matter here?"
I'm tired of the excuses Everybody uses He's your kid Do as you see fit But get this through That I don't approve Of what you did To you own flesh and blood
"If you don't sit In your chair straight I'll take this belt From around my waist And don't you think That I won't use it!"
Answer me and take your time What could be the awful crime He could do at so young an age? If I'm the only witness To your madness Offer me some words to balance Out what I see and what I hear All these cold and rude Things that you do I suppose you do Because he belongs to you And instead of love And the feel of warmth You've given him these cuts And sores that won't heal With time or with age And I want to say, I want to say "What's the Matter here?" But I don't dare say "What's the Matter here?" But I don't dare say.
I was at the laundromat today--not one of my favorite places to be in any case--but I hadn't done laundry in probably 6 weeks, and it was long overdue. There was this woman there with a little boy, maybe 8 or 9. She kept screaming at him and ordering him to go put this load in, take that load out. The she demanded he take the baskets out to the car, and the poor little thing was struggling under the weight of two big baskets while she sat there and ate McDonald's. It was all I could do not to say something...how could you treat a kid like that? After he came in from hauling the baskets, all strained and out of breath, I caughtt his eyes and we smiled at each other. He had such a sweet and inncocent face. At this point, she grabbed him and said, "I said to take the DRY clothes out; those ones are damp!" and then she smacked him, right across the face. I could hardly believe it. I had tried not to look in her direction, but by then I couldn't help it. I looked right at her and honestly was not trying to give her a dirty look, but I don't think I could help looking shocked and angry. She glared at me and then just started shouting orders at him again. He grabbed the correct basket, looking very dejected, and trudged out the door.
I know it's not my place to judge parents, but how could you treat a little kid like that? My blood was just boiling. It made me cry after they left, thinking of that poor child and my own little brother, if he had been in that situation. What is wrong with people? Some people should NOT be allowed to be parents.
They looked like actual lyrics at some point. I am not down with this HTML stuff yet.I am still so mad about what I saw this afternoon...I can hardly stand it.
From the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band's Gorilla
That night Cutie called a cab, uh huh huh (Baby don't do it) She left her East Side room so drab uh huh huh (Baby don't do it) She went out on the town Knowin' it would make her lover frown (Death cab for Cutie) (Death cab for Cutie) Someone's gonna make you pay your fareThe cab was racin' through the night, mm mm mm (Baby don't do it) His eyes in the mirror, keepin' Cutie in sight, uh huh huh (Baby don't do it) When he saw Cutie, it gave him a thrill Don't you know, baby curves can kill (Death cab for Cutie) (Death cab for Cutie) Someone's gonna make you pay your fare
Cutie, don't you play with fate Don't leave your lover alone If you go out on this date His heart will turn to stone
Bad girl, Cutie, what have you done, uh huh huh (baby don't do it) Slippin' slidin' down-a Highway 31, mm mm mm (Baby don't do it) The traffic lights changed from green to red They tried to stop but they both wound up dead (Death cab for Cutie) (Death cab for Cutie) Someone's gonna make you pay your fare Someone's gonna make you pay your fare Someone's gonna make you pay your fare Someone's gonna make you pay your fare Aaaahh oooo....
As an antidote I suggest listening to the Cowboy Junkies Floorboard Blues, which is waaay cool.
sitting on a carousel ride without any music or lights everything was closed at coney island and i could not help from smiling
i can hear the atlantic echo back roller coaster screams from summers past and everything was closed at coney island and i could not help from smiling brooklyn will fill in the beach eventually and everyone will go except me
where do we go nobody knows i've gotta say i'm on my way down god give me style and give me grace god put a smile upon my face
where do we go to draw the line i've gotta i wasted all your time, honey, honey where do i go to fall from grace god put a smile upon your face
nah... when you work it out i'm worse than you yeah... when you work it out i wanted to nah... when you work out where to draw the line your guess is as good as mine
where do we go nobody knows don't ever say you're on your way down when god gave you style and gave you grace and put smile upon your face
nah... when you work it out i'm worse than you yeah... when you work it out i wanted to nah... when you work out where to draw the line your guess is as good as mine
it's as good as mine it's as good as mine it's as good as mine as good as mine as good as mine as good as mine as good as mine
where do we go nobody knows don't ever say you're on your way down when god gave you style and gave you grace and put a smile upon your face
so, i'm slowly working my way back into the diner fold. by doing so, i'm going over old entrees, reminiscing. this one is perfect for it.anyway, as some of you may know, my current employment finds me at the Westin Chicago River North in the audio visual department.
anyways, i spend a few saturday evenings a month sitting in the office doing nothing beacause we have ONE microphone rented out for a wedding reception. the funny part is, my office is actually an old projection booth over the ballroom where the wedding receptions take place. we have tinted windows that look down on the action. so i have been (almost literally) a fly on the wall for several wedding receptions.
the one that's going on behind me right now had the band play SADE's "by your side" for couple's first dance. it is one of my favorites:
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you think i'd leave your side baby
you know me better than that
you think i'd leave you down when you're down on your knees
i wouldn't do that
i'll tell you you're right when you want
and if only you could see into me
ha ah ah ah ah ah
oh when you're cold
i'll be there
hold you tight to me
when you're on the outside baby and you can`t get in
i will show you you're so much better than you knowwhen you're lost and
you're alone and you cant get back again
i will find you darling and i will bring you home
and if you want to cry
i am here to dry your eyes
and in no time
you'll be fine
you think i'd leave your side baby
you know me better than that
you think id leave you down when you're down on your knees
i wouldn't do that
i'll tell you you're right when you want
and if only you could see into me
ha ah ah ah ah ah
oh when you're cold
i'll be there
hold you tight to me
when you're low
i'll be there
by your side baby
oh when you're cold
i'll be there
hold you tight to me
oh when you're low
i'll be there
by your side baby
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(check out the Beachwood Sparks' version, its tops!)
my girlfriend recentlty told me that the following will be played on guitar and sung by her best friend at her wedding:
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Simon and Garfunkel: Song for the Asking
Here is my song for the asking
Ask me and I will play
So sweetly, I'll make you smile
This is my tune for the taking
Take it, don't turn away
I've been waiting all my life
Thinking it over, I've been sad
Thinking it over, I'd be more than glad
To change my ways for the asking
Ask me and I will ply
All the love that I hold inside
nice to have you back.
the question is lingering in the air...what will you and your bride dance to?
We are making a couple mix cds of golden oldies that will be playing during the reception -- thanks to the Technology of Today, we're DJing our own wedding! Beaujolais. But seriously, there isn't a dance.
i know its probably far too late, but i'd gladly DJ your wedding for free. not only do i have access to all necessary equipment, i have tons of professional experience.<muted strong bad voice>and a totally awesome taste in music.</muted strong bad voice>
We're not doing it to avoid having a DJ, and we do appreciate the offer -- but I think we're gonna stick with this idea because we're really excited about putting it all together ourselves. Thanks man, that's really great of you.
pedro-i've been on the wrong side of too many weddings (the WORKING at them side, as opposed to the attending/ being in them side).
i have huge respect for anyone who forgoes "tradition" (in the "you're supposed to spend money on this and this-- that's how weddings traditionally go" sense of the word) in favor of something more personal, meaningful, and DIY-- not to mention CHEAP!
i weep every time i see an uncle john hardly even trying to dance to "celebration" played by a band that costs as much as an average honeymoon or a large chunk of a down-payment on a house to hire.
way to go!
And yeah, I agree with you 100%... and still really appreciate the offer on the DJ services.
Filling holes with tiny sounds
Shining from the inside out
Picture of you where it began
In metal
In metal
Partly hate to see you grow
And just like your baby shoes
Wish I could keep your little body
In metal
In metal
In metal
In metal
In metal
In metal
did you know
you were a rock plug for all of us
did you know
in the conduit of vesuvius
you were far more unifying than you know
i'm not a judge of suitible
but you almost had it all
now you'll have to tell me when
tell when it's imminent
so you won't have to rise and fall alone
or endure the wonder of survival
the wipe out loss, the elation of free fall
the rock bottom, the sweet betrayal
alone
alone
alone
alone
hello
tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
he'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
but clark kent, now there was a real gent
he would not be caught sittin' around in no
junglescape, dumb as an ape doin' nothing
superman never made any money
for saving the world from solomon grundy
and sometimes i despair the world will never see
another man like him
hey bob, supe had a straight job
even though he could have smashed through any bank
in the united states, he had the strength but he would not
folks said his family were all dead
their planet crumbled but superman, he forced himself
to carry on, forget krypton and keep going
superman never made any money
for saving the world from solomon grundy
and sometimes i despair the world wil never see
another man like him
tarzan was king of the jungle and lord over all the apes
but he could hardly string together four words: "i tarzan, you jane"
sometimes when supe was stoppin' crimes
i'll bet he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
on man, join tarzan in the forest
but he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
in dirty old phonebooths 'til his work was through
had nothing to do but go on home
superman never made any money
for saving the world from solomon grundy
sometimes i despair the world will never see
another man like him
and sometimes i despair the world will never see
another man like him
ice age heat wave
can't complain
if the world's at large
why should i remain
walked away
to another plan
gonna find another place
maybe one i can stand
i move on to
another day
to a whole new town
with a whole new way
went to the porch
to have a thought
got to the door and
then i couldn't stop
you don't know where
and you don't know when
but you still got your worries
and you got your friends
walkin' on to
another day
work a little harder
work another way
well uh-uh baby
i ain't got no plan
i'll float on maybe
would you understand?
gonna float on maybe
would you understand?
well i'll float on maybe
would you understand?
the days get shorter
and the nights get cold
i like the autumn
but this place is getting old
i pack my belongings
and i head for the coast
it might not be a lot
but i feel like i'm making the most
the days get longer
and the nights smell green
i guess it's not surprising
but it's spring and i
should leave
i like songs about drifters
books about the same
they both seem to make me
feel a little less insane
i walked on off
to another spot
i still haven't gotten
anywhere that i want
did i want love?
did i need to know?
why does it always feel
like i'm caught in an undertow
moths beat themselves to death
against the lights
adding their breeze
to the summer nights
outside water like
air was grey
i didn't know what
i had that day
walk a little farther
to another plan
you said that you did
but you didn't understand
i know that startin' over's
not what life's about
but my thoughts were so loud
i couldn't hear my mouth
my thoughts were so loud
i couldn't hear my mouth
my thoughts were so loud
I love the Crash Test Dummies. I have been made fun of for this many times. I listened to their CD "God Shuffled His Feet" almost exclusively for a few weeks when I was 18. That is a great CD. Their newer stuff is a little different, but I like it, too.
(its three years old, but its my new favorite 12")Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.
But I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,
Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra, Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,
Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
AMERICAN FAST FOOD
Words and Music by
Randy Stonehill
American fast food, what a stupid way to die
American fast food, order me the jumbo fries
Oh, oh, it's easy
It's so easy and it's trouble free
It's quite and disposable, just like me
If I don't stop eating this greasey American fast food
Well, we're undernourished, but we're overfed
And we're munching on the burger with the whitebread
And we're sucking up the sugar in a milkshake
Till we slip into depression with a big headache
And our arteries are crying out, "give us a break"
American fast food, what a stupid way to die
American fast food, you kiss your old age goodbye
Oh, oh, it's easy
It's so easy and it's trouble free
It's quick and disposable, just like me
If I don't stop eating this greasey American fast food
You won't have to embalm me when my life is through
There are so many preservatives in what I eat
The job's being done right now for you
"Can I take you order, please?"
"A cheeseburger, fries, and a big chocolate malted"
It's prefab junk at an exorbitant price
And it's bound to make you nauseous if you look at it twice
But they're selling you by telling you it's food that's fun
When it tastes like cardboard
It chews like sponge
'cause it's really only garbage on a sesame bun
American fast food, what a stupid way to die
American fast food, order me the chili-size
Oh, oh, it's easy
It's so easy and it's trouble free
It's quick and disposable, just like me
If I don't stop eating this greasey American
I don't stop eating this greasey American fast food
I have that song on cassette.
I can't believe you have that!! That's awesome!
If we can call them friends then we can call them on red telephones
And they won't pretend that they're too busy or they're not alone
And if we can call them friends then we can call
Holler at 'em down these hallowed halls
Just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all
Don't
Don't you worry
About the atmosphere
Or any sudden pressure change
'Cause I know
That it's starting
To get warm in here
And things are
Starting to get strange
And did you
Did you see how
All our friends were there
And they're drinkin' roses from the can
And how
How I wish
I wish I had talked to them
And wished they
Fit into the plan
And we were tired of being mild
We were so tired of being mild
And we were tired
I know we're gonna meet some day in the crumbled financial institutions of this landAnd we were tired of being mild
There will be tables and chairs
There'll be pony rides and dancing bears
There'll even be a band
Cause listen after the fall there'll be no more countries
No currencies at all
We're gonna live on our wits
Gonna throw away survival kits
Trade butterfly knives for Adderal
And that's not all
Woah!
There will be snacks, there will
There will be snacks, there will be...
There will be snacks!!
We were so tired of being mild
And we were tired
So don't you
Don't you worry
About the atmosphere
Bluebird on a telephone line. How are you? I'm feeling fine. Sweetly do I whisper your name. Lonely solo taxi ride to a cheap motel on the wrong side of the tracks. The facts are tricky to explain. Cold front bearing down, blowing in from Birmingham. By dawn the window's wet with icy rain. Behind fourteen doors, a sad parade of paramours are throwing little white rocks at sorrow's window pane. Me, I've found someone to love more than the rain. Salvation Army ringing bell, kingdom come and wishing wells. Hey Santa Claus I see your junkie eyes. It's the devil and the deep blue sea, with old friends I hope I never see again all tangled up with misery and lies. The lonely hiss of passing cars feeds the ache of ancient scars, like ghosts beneath my bed rattling chains. No good luck charm or remedy ever proved to soothe my sanity nor bad medicine served to ease my pain. Had to find someone to love more than the rain. Now, old habits will die hard. This pile of junk setting in my yard... souvenirs from the wrecking ball of dreams. You spend a lifetime tearing temples down, it gets to feel like hallowed ground is a shallow grave where ne'er the bluebird sings. Last time home when I played this song, you said ``Dad, it's sad, and way too long.'' And I pulled you close and held you in my arms. Yes, salvation wears a thin disguise `cause I can see the heaven in your eyes. And I thank God them years I searched were not in vain... finally found someone to love more than the rain. Bluebird I love you more than the rain.
Fare you well my honey
Fare you well my only true one
All the birds that were singing
Have flown except you alone
Goin to leave this Broke-down Palace
On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll
Make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll
In a bed, in a bed
by the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul
River gonna take me
Sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy
all the way back back home
It's a far gone lullaby
sung many years ago
Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come
since I first left home
Goin home, goin home
by the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul
Goin to plant a weeping willow
On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow
Sing a lullaby beside the water
Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll
Fare you well, fare you well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul
I broke free on a Saturday morning
I put the pedal to the floor
Headed north on mills avenue
and listened to the engine roar
My broken house behind me
and good things ahead
A girl named Cathy
wants a little of my time
Six cylinders underneathe the hood
crashing and kicking
aha!
Listen to the engine whine
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it though this year
If it kills me
I played video games in a drunken haze
I was seventeen years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
The taste of scotch rich on my tounge
And then Cathy showed up
And we hung out
Trading swigs from a bottle
All bitter and clean
Locking eyes
Holding hands
Twin high maintenance machines
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it though this year
If it kills me
I drove home in the Califonia dusk
I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
Pictured the look on my stepfather's face
Ready for the bad things to come
I down shifted
as i pulled into the driveway
The motor screeming out
Stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly
As you might imagine
In a cavalcade of anger and fear
There will be feasting and dancing
In Jerusalem next year
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it though this year
If it kills me
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
The type of memories
That turn your bones to glass
Turn your bones to glass
Mother came rushing in
She said we didn't see a thing
We said we didn't see a thing
And father left at eight
Nearly splintering the gate
Cold-blooded old times...
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
The type of memories
That turn your bones to glass
Turn your bones to glass
And though you were
Just a little swirl
You understood every word
And in this way
They gave you clarity
A cold-blooded clarity
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Well how can I stand
And laugh with the man
Who redefined your body
Well how can I stand
And laugh with the man
Who redefined your body
In those cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Gaelic Storm - "Don't Go for 'The One'"My friend Harvey married Tracey McCall,
by Christ she was a scary old doll.
A voice out of hell and a temper to boot,
arms like a navvy and a face like dried fruit.I bumped into Harvey back home last year,
says I to him, "Do you wanna go for a beer?"
"No, me sister's French husband is over," says he,
"I've been sent to get snails to impress him for tea.""I was down in the snail shop, she told me to go,
I'm a little bit late because business was slow,
if I'm not home by six, I'll surely be done,
the missus will kill me, let's just go for the one."The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.For the one went down fast, the second did too,
three or four followed, twas a fine how-do-you-do,
Harvey looked at his watch, shrieked out with fright,
it was twenty past ten, we'd been drinking all night!Well cursing my name, he sped 'cross the floor,
clutching the snails, he ran out the door,
"I'm a dead man," he said, "I'm drunk and I'm late!"
As he tore down the road and up to his gate.The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.Well he opened the gate and he ran down the path,
for he knew he was in for the dragon's wrath,
but he tripped and he fell and up in the air
went the bag with the snails flying everywhere.Hearing the noise she kicked open the door,
the snails and Harvey were spread 'cross the floor,
"You're three hours late!" she screamed, loud as she could,
"What's your excuse, this had better be good!"Well he looks down at the snails
and with a confident air
he says, "Five more feet lads, we're nearly there!"The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.
Being alone, it can be quite romantic
Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic
A fantastic voyage to parts unknown
Going to depths where the sun's never shone
And I fascinate myself
When I'm alone
So I go a little overboard but hang on to the hull
While I'm airbrushing fantasy art on a life
That's really kind of dull
Oh, I'm in a lull
Oh, I'm in a lull
Oh, I'm all for moderation but sometimes it seems
Moderation itself can be a kind of extreme
So I joined the congregation
I joined the softball team
I went in for my confirmation
Where incense looks like steam
I start conjugating proverbs
Where once there were nouns
This whole damn rhyme scheme's starting to get me down
Oh, I'm in a lull
Oh, I'm in a lull
Oh, I'm in a lull
Being alone, it can be quite romantic
Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic
A fantastic voyage to parts unknown
Going to depths where the sun's never shone
And I fascinate myself, sure I do
When I'm alone
I'm rambling on rather self-consciously
While I'm stirring these condiments into my tea
And I think, I'm so lame
I bet I think this song's about me
Don't I, don't I, don't I?
I'm in a lull
Oh, I'm in a lull
Oh, I'm in a lull
Oh, I'm in a lull
Knocked on your door at dawn
With a spark in my heart
Dragged you from your bed
And said
Let me see the colts
That will run next year
Show them to a gambling man
Thinking of the future
Have you been drinking?
No, nor sleeping
The all-knowing all-seeing eye is dog tired
And just wants to see the colts
Let me see the colts
Let me see the colts
Let me see the colts
That will run next year
Show them to a gambling man
Thinking of the future
We walked out through
The dew dappled brambles
And sat upon the fence
Is there anything as still as sleeping horses?
Is there anything as still as sleeping horses?