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Planet Caravan - Black Sabbath
We sail through endless skies stars shine like eyes the black night sighs The moon in silver trees falls down in tears light of the night The earth, a purple blaze of sapphire haze in orbit always While down below the trees bathed in cool breeze silver starlight breaks down the night And so we pass on by the crimson eye of great god Mars as we travel the universe |
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No need to apologise.
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What's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake Looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, But killing me just the same. The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. Considerately. Venomous voice, tempts me, Drains me, bleeds me, Leaves me cracked and empty. Drags me down like some sweet gravity. The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. I am too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, And considerately killing me. Without the skin, Beneath the storm, Under these tears The walls came down. And the snake is drowned and As I look in his eyes, My fear begins to fade Recalling all of those times. I could have cried then. I should have cried then. And as the walls come down and As I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade Recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's all right. I don't mind. I am too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, And considerately killing me. I know. it's in my sig line, and you're sick of me linking TOOL lyrics. suck it. it's a great song |
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Lyrics With Meaning
♪ ♫ It's five o'clock somewhere ♪ ♫
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's better.
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Ignite - Bleeding
----------------- Bleeding Bleeding To my country The mounting costs Our freedom's lost The death of liberty We live in a Kingdom of reigns The dogs of war rule the day The hypocrites roam in gangs The truth is lost because It's wars first casualty Speak the truth If you've got something to say To lead the boys off to war Is to throw them away Depleted rounds kill RU-238 These troubled times Bringing on our darkest days Is this the death of liberty? Is this the price that life has come to mean? All our friends, now enemies The misery of Bleeding Bleeding To my country The mounting costs My freedom's lost The death of liberty Tell the truth If you've got something to say No blood for oil, killing fields Halliburton money Wounded troops left to rot No help from the VA These troubled times Bringing on our darkest days Is this the death of liberty? Is this the price that life has come to mean? All our friends, now enemies The misery of Bleeding Bleeding To my country The mounting costs My freedom's lost The death of liberty Speak the truth or Throw it away Is this the death of liberty Is this the price that life has come to mean All our friends, now enemies The misery of Bleeding Bleeding To my country The mounting costs Our freedom's lost The death of liberty |
Got on (yet another) a Haggard kick, and this one seems to fit really well, especially after last week's encounter:
"I Think I'll Just Stay Here And Drink" Could be holding you tonight Could quit doing wrong, start doin' right You don't care about what I think I think I'll just stay here and drink Hey, puttin' you down, don't square no deal Least you know the way I feel Take all the money in the bank I think I'll just stay here and drink Listen close and you can hear That loud jukebox playin' in my ear Ain't no woman gonna change the way I think I think I'll just stay here and drink Hurtin' me now, don't mean a thing Since lovin' you, don't feel no pain My mind ain't nothin' but a total blank I think I'll just stay here and drink, yeah Man, I love me some Hag. Almost makes me wish I liked country music... |
I hear this a lot on the store muzac channel, I always liked this song.
"Insensitive" by Jann Arden How do you cool your lips, after a summer's kiss? How do you rid the sweat, after the body bliss? How do you turn your eyes, from the romantic glare? How do you block the sound of a voice You'd know anywhere? Oh, I really should've known By the time you drove me home By the vagueness in your eyes, your casual goodbyes By the chill in your embrace The expression on your face that told me Maybe you might have some advice to give On how to be insensitive Insensitive Insensitive How do you numb your skin, after the warmest touch? How do you slow your blood, after the body rush? How do you free your soul, after you've found a friend? How do you teach your heart it's a crime to fall in love again? Oh, you probably won't remember me It's probably ancient history I'm one of the chosen few Who went ahead and fell for you I'm out of vogue, I'm out of touch I fell too fast, I feel too much I thought that you might have some advice to give On how to be insensitive Oh, I really should've known By the time you drove me home By the vagueness in your eyes, your casual goodbyes By the chill in your embrace The expression on your face that told me Maybe you might have some advice to give On how to be insensitive |
"Smoke A Little Smoke"
by Eric Church Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down Let this ol' world just spin around I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway And put some feel good in my soul Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Want a little more right, and a little less left Little more right now, a little less what's next Act like tomorrow's ten years away And just kick back and let the feelin' flow Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke I set my sails for a new direction But the wind got in my way I changed my course But my definition of change Just ain't the same I'm gonna sit right here Stay away from there I'm gonna make pretend I just don't care And I could get up Go get her back Or maybe I'll just let her go Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Kick back, gives the blues a spin Break out the wine, forget again Dig down deep, find my stash Light it up, take me back Kick back, gives the blues a spin Break out the wine, forget again Dig down deep, find my stash Light it up, memory crash Oh no, I don’t know Baby, it might take, all night Then I’ll maybe break out that old rock and roll Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke |
"She Used To Be Mine"
--Sara Bareilles It's not simple to say That most days I don't recognize me That these shoes and this apron That place and it's patrons Have taken more than I gave them It's not easy to know I'm not anything like I used to be Although it's true I was never attention's sweet center I still remember that girl She's imperfect but she tries She is good but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help She is messy but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up And baked in a beautiful pie She is gone but she used to be mine It's not what I asked for Sometimes life just slips in through a back door And carves out a person And makes you believe it's all true And now I've got you And you're not what I asked for If I'm honest I know I would give it all back For a chance to start over And rewrite an ending or two For the girl that I knew Who'll be reckless just enough Who'll get hurt but Who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised And gets used by a man who can't love And then she'll get stuck and be scared Of the life that's inside her Growing stronger each day 'Til it finally reminds her To fight just a little To bring back the fire in her eyes That's been gone but it used to be mine Used to be mine She is messy but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone but she used to be mine |
GHOST - Cirice
I feel your presence amongst us You cannot hide in the darkness Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that’s calling? I know your soul is not tainted Even though you’ve been told so Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that’s calling? I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you A candle casting a faint glow You and I see eye to eye Can you hear the thunder? Can you hear the thunder that’s breaking? Now there is nothing between us From now our merge is eternal Can’t you see that you’re lost? Can’t you see that you’re lost without me? I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you Can’t you see that you’re lost without me? I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you |
Inf, that one made me want to cry. Very lovely.
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It's Beginning To Look Alot Like Syphilis
By John Valby It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis all arround my nose. I picked him up at the 5 and 10, he buttfucked me once and then, He lodged a candy cane up my asshole. It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis, boy is my ass sore. But the prettiest sight to see is his pecker to his knees when I'm on all fours. A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots is much too much to ignore. First we will talk and then go for a walk but I hope he wants to do more. And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for me to fuck a whore. It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis, but I still like boys more. But the ugliest site to see is the canker that will be on my own back door. Merry Christmas, fuckers. |
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The Buoys - Timothy
Trapped in a mine that had caved in And everyone knows the only ones left Were Joe and me and Tim When they broke through to pull us free The only ones left to tell the tale Were Joe and me Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go? Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know? Hungry as hell no food to eat And Joe said that he would sell his soul For just a piece of meat Water enough to drink for two And Joe said to me, "I'll have a swig And then there's some for you." Timothy, Timothy, Joe was looking at you Timothy, Timothy, God what did we do? I must have blacked out just around then 'Cause the very next thing that I could see Was the light of the day again My stomach was full as it could be And nobody ever got around To finding Timothy Timothy... Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go? Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know? |
If we're ever trapped here in the Cellar...
...You guys can eat me. |
I met Jerry Hludzik, the dude who sang that, when I worked at a small record label in 2005.
I don't think they made much money from it as they were not the songwriter. Rupert Holmes wrote it. This is the Rupert Holmes who would go on to chart success a few years later with "Escape (The Piña Colada Song)". |
I still think 'piña colada' sounds like a medical procedure.
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"My Dick"
My dick cost a late night fee Your dick got the HIV My dick plays on the double feature screen Your dick went straight to DVD My dick - bigger than a bridge Your dick look like a little kid's My dick - large like the Chargers, the whole team Your shit look like you fourteen My dick - locked in a cage, right Your dick suffer from stage fright My dick - so hot, it's stolen Your dick look like Gary Coleman My dick - pink and big Your dick stinks like shit My dick got a Caesar do, Your dick needs a tweezer, dude My dick is like super size Your dick look like two fries My dick - more mass than the Earth Your dick - half staff, it needs work My dick - been there done that Your dick sits there with dunce cap My dick - V.I.P. Your shit needs I.D. It's time that we let the world know Dude, you gotta let your girl go D.S. is the best in the business P.S. we got dicks like Jesus It's time that we let the world know Dude, you gotta let your girl go D.S. is the best in the business P.S. we got dicks like Jesus My dick need no introduction Your dick don't even function My dick served a whole luncheon Your dick - it look like a munchkin My dick - size of a pumpkin Your dick look like Macaulay Culkin My dick - good good lovin' Your dick - good for nothin' My dick bench pressed 350 Your dick couldn't shoplift at Thrifty My dick - pretty damn skippy Your dick - hungry as a hippie My dick don't fit down the chimney Your dick is like a kid from the Philippines My dick is like an M16 Your dick - broken vending machine My dick parts the seas Your dick farts and queefs My dick - rumble in the jungle Your dick got touched by your uncle My dick goes to yoga Your dick - fruit roll -up My dick - grade -A beef Your dick - Mayday geek My dick - sick and dangerous Your dick - quick and painless My dick - 'nuff said. Your dick loves Fred It's time that we let the world know Dude, you gotta let your girl go D.S. is the best in the business P.S. we got dicks like Jesus It's time that we let the world know Dude, you gotta let your girl go D.S. is the best in the business P.S. we got dicks like Jesus |
Ok, it was the bartender, not the waitress, but still...:jig:
I went home with a waitress the way I always do How was I to know she was with the russians, too? I was gambling in havana, I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns, and money Dad, get me out of this, hiyah! An innocent bystander Somehow I got stuck between a rock and a hard place And I'm down on my luck Yes, I'm down on my luck Well, I'm down on my luck I'm hiding in honduras, I'm a desperate man Send lawyers, guns, and money The shit has hit the fan Send lawyers, guns, and money Send lawyers, guns, and money Send lawyers, guns, and money, hiyah! Send lawyers, guns, and money, ow! I was looking around for a ride home. The bartendress said she'd take me home. And then I drank for free for an hour waiting for her to clean up and close.:) And then she took me home. Her home. :jig::cheerldr::grouphug::devil::hugnkiss::celebrat: :blunt: |
I forgot this one:...:blah:
She's a talker. |
The times are tough now
Just gettin tougher This old world is rough It's just getting rougher Cover me Come on baby cover me Well I'm lookin for a lover Who will come on in and cover me Promise me baby You won't let them find us Hold me in your arms Let's let our love blind us Cover me Shut the door and cover me Well I'm lookin for a lover Who will come on in and cover me Outside's the rain The driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light Bolt the door I ain't goin' out there no more This whole world is out there Just trying to score I've seen enough don't wanna see no more Cover me Come on in and cover me I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me (some lyrics repeat until the end) ----- I tend to retreat into this one when stressed (especially in winter). It took me until I was 32 to find someone who WOULD cover me when I felt attacked. |
I'm not afraid of the dark
If we got to live in the dark We will live in the dark Won't see me dyin in the light I will live in the dark I'm not afraid of the dark If we got to live in the dark We will live in the dark Won't see me dyin in the light We will live in the dark We will dance in the dark We'll bring candles down to the dark We will love in the dark We'll go on in the dark We'll hold hands in the dark Cuz when you hold hands in the dark You don't know whose hand you hold You're just humans lettin love flow We will dance in the dark We'll bring candles down to the dark We will love in the dark We'll go on in the dark We'll hold hands in the dark Cuz when you hold hands in the dark You don't know whose hand you hold You're just humans lettin love flow Ooo yeah Ooo yeah yeah I'm not afraid of the dark If we got to live in the dark We will live in the dark Won't see me dyin in the light We will live in the dark "Live In The Dark", track 2 off 'Loud Hailer' by Jeff Beck. I'm not afraid of the dark :D |
For my partner of 14 years come this July:
My gift is my song and this one's for you And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is when you're in the world |
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Wasn't That A Party
Could've been the whiskey Might've been the gin Could've been the three or four six-packs I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in My head is like a football I think I'm going to die Tell me, me oh, me oh my Wasn't that a party? Someone took a grapefruit Wore it like a hat I saw someone under my kitchen table Talking to my old tom cat They were talking about hockey The cat was talking back Long about then every-thing went black Wasn't that a party? I'm sure it's just my memory Playing tricks on me But I think I saw my buddy Cutting down my neighbor's tree Could've been the whiskey Might've been the gin Could've been the three or four six-packs I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in My head is like a football I think I'm going to die Tell me, me oh, me oh my Wasn't that a party? Billy, Joe and Tommy Well they went a little far They were sittin' in the back seat, blowing on a siren From somebody's police car So you see, your honor It was all in fun The little bitty track meet down on main street Was just to see if the cops could run Well they run us in to see you In an alcoholic haze I sure can use those thirty days To recover from the party Could've been the whiskey Might've been the gin Could've been the three or four six-packs I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in My head is like a football I think I'm going to die Tell me, me oh, me oh my Wasn't that a party? :drunk: |
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My head really was the size of a football when I first woke up. I got better.
Thank God I don't hangover easily. |
If it's also the shape of a football, you have enemies. :yesnod:
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Also, from Robert Plant's "Watching You" off the album 'Manic Nirvana':
Love on the wing, carry my prayer Cherish this moment in times of despair Over the mountains, over the sea Angel of love, come back home to me |
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I saw Pup play last night. I've had the black dog after me for a little while but damned if it didn't lift.
PUP LYRICS "Dark Days" This endless night This funeral dirge We celebrate life At the end of the earth When everything is gone There'll be nothing left to lose The ice is closing in And nothing will remain We took what we could get And we burned it anyway With all those secrets We swore we'd take 'em to the grave The light will falter and will fade And in the darkness we'll say This winter hasn't been so rough Oh it was cold but still it wasn't cold enough To freeze the blood beneath my spine And at least I survived We're sleeping through the days And sinking like a ship We're wasting away Bit by bit Everyone is gone And everything is changed It won't ever be the same And when it's over we'll say This winter hasn't been so rough Oh it was cold but still it wasn't cold enough To freeze the blood beneath my spine And at least I survived We've had some dark days We're in the thick of it now And when the ice breaks There will be no one around We've had some dark days We're in the thick of it now And when the ice breaks There will be no one around This winter hasn't been so rough Oh it was cold but it wasn't cold enough To freeze the blood beneath my spine And at least I survived This winter hasn't been so rough (We've had some dark days) Oh it was cold but still it wasn't cold enough (We're in the thick of it now) To freeze the blood beneath my spine (And when the ice breaks) At least I'll survive |
♪ ♫...love us if you can
sorry if you cain't holla if you is shut up if you ain't...♪ ♫ |
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♪ ♫She said "I told you that I love you,♪ ♫
♪ ♫And there ain't no more to say."♪ ♫ :heartpump:jig::heartpump |
Nautical Disaster
The Tragically Hip I had this dream where I relished the fray and the screaming filled my head all day. It was as though I had been spit here, Settled in, Into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket, Off the coast of France, dear. One afternoon, Four thousand men died in the water here and five hundred more were thrashing madly as parasites might in your blood. Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only, Anything that systematic would get you hated. It's not a deal not a test nor a love of something fated. (Death) The selection was quick, The crew was picked and those left in the water were kicked off our pant leg and we headed for home. Then the dream ends when the phone rings, You're doing alright he said it's out there most days and nights, But only a fool would complain. Anyway Susan, if you like, Our conversation is as faint as a sound in my memory, As those fingernails scratching on my hull. |
oof.
Canadians are thoughtful lyricists |
"...I relished the fray and the screaming filled my head all day."
"...kicked off our pant leg" "...fingernails scratching on my hull." Good lord, colorful prose, every line a picture, is the writer institutionalized?:eyebrow: |
This is so literary and Gord's delivery so raw, I see why my Canadian SiL was crushed by his passing.
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Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass Lots of laughs, lots of laughs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am on a lonely road and I am traveling Looking for the key to set me free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ink on a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café. |
"A pantoum is composed of quatrains: the second and fourth lines of the first stanza are the first and third lines of the second, and so on. In the final stanza, the last line is the same as the first line of the poem, and the third line is the same as the third line of the first stanza."
If we're so much the same like I always hear Why such different fortunes and fates? Some of us live in a cloud of fear Some live behind iron gates Why such different fortunes and fates? Some are blessed and some are cursed Some live behind iron gates While others see only the worst Some are blessed and some are cursed The golden one or scarred from birth While others only see the worst Such a lot of pain on the earth The golden one or scarred from birth Somethings can never be changed Such a lot of pain on this earth It's somehow so badly arranged Somethings can never be changed Some reasons will never come clear It's somehow so badly arranged If we're so much the same like I always hear |
Lurve me some Rush, I do.
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But all too soon we hit the moon and covered up the sky
They built their bombs and aimed their guns and still I don't know why The dominoes tumbled and big business roared Every night at six they showed the pictures and counted up the score ~I Saw It On TV - John Fogerty |
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