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Lyrics with meaning
So, we've done Lyric Trivia, and trying to guess which band certain lyrics were from. And we've done "What cd is in your stereo right now". How about something new?
Lyrics with meaning. Lyrics that offer you new insight into life and change the way you view the world. Lyrics that can be read apart from the music as poetry in it's own right. I'll contribute mine later tonight when I get home. :) |
Stan Rogers 1949-1983 Canadian Folkie
I took back my hand and I showed him the door
No dollar of mine would I part with this day For fueling the engines of bloody cruel war In my forefather's land far away. Who fled the first Famine wearing all that they owned, Were called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn, And built the Grand Trunk here, and found a new home Wherever their children were born. Their sons have no politics. None call recall Allegiance from long generations before. O'this or O'that name just can't mean a thing Or be cause enough for to war. And meanwhile my babies are safe in their home, Unlike their pale cousins who shiver and cry While kneecappers nail their poor Dads to the floor And teach them to hate and to die. It's those cruel beggars who spurn the fair coin. The peace for their kids they could take at their will. Since the day old King Billy prevailed at the Boyne, They've bombed and they've slain and they've killed. Now they cry out for money and wail at the door But Home Rule or Republic, 'tis all of it shame; And a curse for us here who want nothing of war. We're kindred in nothing but name. All rights and all wrongs have long since blown away, For causes are ashes where children lie slain. Yet the damned U.D.I and the cruel I.R.A. Will tomorrow go murdering again. But no penny of mine will I add to the fray. "Remember the Boyne!" they will cry out in vain, For I've given my heart to the place I was born And forgiven the whole House of Orange King Billy and the whole House of Orange. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written and recorded by Stan Rogers. © |
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Territories
----------- I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes are set above Other people than the ones we know and love In every place with a name They play the same territorial game Hiding behind the lines Sending up warning signs The whole wide world An endless universe Yet we keep looking through The eyeglass in reverse Don't feed the people But we feed the machines Can't really feel What international means In different circles, we keep holding our ground In different circles, we keep spinning round and round We see so many tribes -- overrun and undermined While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind Better people -- better food -- and better beer Why move around the world when Eden was so near? The bosses get talking so tough And if that wasn't evil enough We get the drunken and passionate pride Of the citizens along for the ride They shoot without shame In the name of a piece of dirt For a change of accent Or the colour of your shirt Better the pride that resides In a citizen of the world Than the pride that divides When a colourful rag is unfurled -- Rush |
Solid... Do you remember which album was that on? I don't think I have any Rush in the house anymore... freaking lousy cassettes grumble grumble. (Griff dates himself)
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It was on Power Windows. You can grab a copy of it here
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and now for something completely different
It was a tough call pickin from all of Townes' stuff but heres something lighter about makin choices
No deal by Townes Van Zandt Now this man down at the used car lot tried to sell me four wheels and a trunk. I said, "Man, there is no engine!", he said, "The engine's just a bunch of junk. You don't need no engine to go downhill and I could plainly see, that that's the direction you're headed in", and he handed me the keyes. (I said) No deal; you can't sell this stuff to me No deal, I'm going back to Tennesee Well, I went to a doctor of the highest order, he said I couldn't have a drink for a year. One glass of wine on my birthday if my birthday wasn't too very near. Lord, he must have put me in a state of shock 'cause I made it for about two weeks; then he sent me a bill that knocked me flat off the wagon and back down on my feet. When true love knocked upon my door she'd just barely turned fifteen and I was a little bit nervous if you know just what I mean. But I've heard somewhere that true love conquers all and I figured that was that then I started having dreams 'bout being chased out of town wearing nothing but my cowboy hat. Well, I come through this life a stumbler, my friends I expect to die that way it could be twenty years from now it could be most any day. But if there is no whiskey and women, Lord, behind them heavenly doors I'm gonna take my chances down below, and of that you can be sure. |
A couple to add to the pot...
A broken soul, stares through a pair of watering eyes, uncertain emotions, force and uncertain smile or... Familiarity breeds contempt. or... Where do I put the books? there's so many I could read, but they all are filled with lies. Where do I put the lies? There's so many I could say, but it seems they're in the books. The only ones that spring to mind atm... if anyone knows where they are from please try and guess ;) oh, yeah, of course there is always... Ma Na Ma Na doo doo doo doo doo Ma Na Ma Ma |
This silly song always makes me smile. I guess that's a life changer...
Comb your hair and paint and powder You act proud and I'll act prouder You sing loud and I'll sing louder Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire You my gal and I'm your feller Dress up in your frock of yeller I'll look swell but you'll look sweller Settin' the woods on fire We'll take in all the honkey tonks Tonight we're having fun We'll show the folks a brand new dance That never has been done I don't care who thinks we're silly You be Daffy and I'll be Dilly We'll order up two bowls of chili Settin' the woods on fire I'll gas up my hot rod stocker We'll get hotter than a poker You'll be broke but I'll be broker Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire We'll sit close to one another Up one street and down the other We'll have a time Oh brother Settin' the woods on fire We'll put aside a little time To fix a flat or two My tires and tubes are doing fine But the air is showing through You clap hands and I'll start bowing We'll do all the law's allowin' Tomorrow I'll be right back plowing Settin' the woods on fire -Hank Williams Sr. |
The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
by Queens of the Stone Age
Well I’ve got a secret, I cannot say A modern movement to give it away You’ve got somethin that I understand Hold it in tightly, call on command Leap of faith, do you doubt? Cut you in I just cut you out Whatever you do Don’t tell anyone Whatever you do Don’t tell anyone Look for reflections, in your face Canine devotion, time can’t erase Out on the corner or locked in your room I never believe them and I never assume Stuck in believe, there is a lie Promise is promise, an eye for an eye But we’ve got something to reveal No one can know how we feel Whatever you do Don’t tell anyone Whatever you do Don’t tell anyone I think you already know How far I’d go not to say You know the art isn't gone And I’m taking our song to the grave |
Lyrics with meaning for spinningfetus and dhamsaic
From the Album: "Add It Up" Track #16
Dance Motherfucker Dance When I say dance, you best dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo... you suckin' ugly motherfucker dance dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo... you suckin' ugly motherfucker dance you suckin' ugly motherfucker dance dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, oh... you're such an ugly motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo... you're such an ugly motherfucker dance Gordon Gano: Vocal, Guitar Brian Ritchie: Bass, Vocal Victor DeLorenzo: Drums, Vocal Caleb Alexander: Tenor Sax Sigmund Snopek III: Trombone, Piano Peter balistreri: Baritone Sax Recorded at Stebbing Studio, Auckland, NZ *Previously released only as a B-Side in Germany and Australia Written by Voot Warnings, Glenn Rehse, and John Frankovic © Gorno Music reprinted without permission |
He he. I was thiking more like Peter Gabriel
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it It's a knockout If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Andre has sa red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names It's a knockout If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-wars without tears If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres |
Saul Williams- Coded Language
Whereas, breakbeats have been the
missing link connection the diasporic community to its drum woven past Whereas, the quanitised drum has allowed the whirling mathematitions to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom. Whereas, the velocity of spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re- released at the same given moment of recorded history yet, at a different moment in time’s continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present. We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue. Statements such as “keep it real”, espe- cially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depict- ing an unchanging rule of events. will henceforth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually deter- mined is. Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and thier secular manifestations, the rule of men as listening recepticles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors. Motherfuckers better realise, now is the time to self actualise. We have found evidence that hip hop’s standard 85 rpm when increased by a number at least half the rate of its standard or decreased to 3/4s of its speed may be a determining factor in heighten- ing consciousness. Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchangeing the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. Equate rhyme with reason Sun with season. Your cyclical relationship to phenomena has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods thus symbolising the non-linear character of cause and effect. Reject mediocrity. Your current frequencies of understand- ing outwiegh that which has been given for you to understand. The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant. The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sause and crushed pears. Light years of interchangeable with years of living in darkness The role of darkness is not to be seen as or equated with ignorance but with the unknown and the mysteries of the unseen Thus, in the name of: ROBESON, GOD’S SON, HURSTON AHKENATION, HATHSHEPUT BLACKFOOT, HELEN LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITH, LOURDE WHITMAN, BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, GHANDI GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA MEDUSA, GUEVARA GURDJIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER HOLIDAY, DAVIS, COLTRANE,MOR- RISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE SHAKESPEARE, RACHMANINOV ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTI, DICK- ERSON, RIPPERTON, MARY, ISIS THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS NEFERTITI, LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANE- SHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOUR LIT- TLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASA- KI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE MARLEY, SHAKUR, THOSE WHO BURNED, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED We claim the present as the pre-sent as the hereafter we are unravelling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness we trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We now know that the heart is the philosopher’s stone Our music is our alchemy We stand as the manifested equivalent of 5 buckets of water and a handful of minerals, thus, realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussive factor of forever If you must count to keep the beat the count Find your mantra and awaken your subconscious Curve your circles counterclockwise Use you cipher to decipher coded language manmade laws Climb waterfalls and trees commune with nature snakes and bees Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the chan- nelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama photography, carpentry crafts, love and love We enlist every instrument: acuostic, electronic Every so-called race, gender, sexual preference Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge thier responsiblity to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking world Any utterance un-aimed will be disclaimed, will be maimed - two rappers slain Any utterance un-aimed will be dis- claimed, will maimed - two rappers slain. |
Kindred spirits moving along the spiral
I can see you up on another level It's too great a fall And I can't reach you to pull me higher But I don't seem to get much closer or any more far What would you tell me, if I could hear you speaking? If you could touch me, how would I know the feeling? I just can't imagine But I try to do it anyway I wish I was moving faster, I wish you'd drift back But it just wasn't meant to happen Very soon I'll have to Face the fact Some things never come together Parallel lines running on forever And you can't turn back There is never any starting over Parallel lines never do cross over It's a challenge Gotta make myself remember Facing the truth, well, that doesn't mean surrender What is bravado and how much is a force of will? I know that the world is full of opposites that attract But unless we ignore the physics Very soon we'll have to So I send you the gift of empathy If you'd once in your life acknowledge me I have visualized so thoroughly That when I think of me I think of we Can't face the truth It means that we must surrender Understanding won't satisfy the hunger It whittles away at the destiny we fulfill And like an animal running wild You can't call it back And it's just gonna make it harder When it's finally time to It's like a train that's stuck running on a track Parallel lines running on, running on, running on "Parallel Lines" from the "Nearly Human" album, Todd Rundgren |
And while I'm at the Rundgren lyrics site, and mindful of some of the automotive testosterone that's displayed here once in a while, here's one just for fun:
I am the Emperor of the Highway I wield the Universal Will One might chance to overlook on my Divineness Unless I'm sitting in the Imperial Poupe de Ville I am the Emperor of the Highway Strapped with foolish mortals such as these I need never indicate my intentions I can stop and go and turn just as I please For I am the Emperor of the Highway Hold! Methinks that thou hast driven too far I am the Royal Prince of Foreign Sports Cars Better that I should drive a wheelchair or jog Than to be blown off by a Regal Road Hog I am the Emperor of the Highway (Where did you ever get that gas sucking pig of a car?) This time my friend, you are outclassed (Any real man would drive a stick shift) For my uncle is the Duke of the State Police (Cut me off again and I will punch your lights out) And he will place his Royal Boot upon your Ass (This is my exit, we shall meet another day) Don't forget who's Emperor of the Highway For I am the Emperor of the Highway! Lyrics lose a lot without the performance sometimnes.... |
And you open your door and step inside,
Were inside our hearts. Imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light, Thats right, your pain. The pain itself, is a white ball of healing light.... I dont think so... This is your life, Good to the last drop. It doesn't get any better than this. This is your life, and its ending one minute at a time. This isnt a seminar, This isnt a weekend retreat. Where you are now, you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. Only after disaster can we be ressurected. It's only after you have lost everything, that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static. Nothing is evolving. Everything is falling apart. This is your life. Doesnt get any better than this. This is your life. And its ending one minute at a time. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake, You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. You are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your grande latte. You are not the car you drive. You are not your fucking khakis. You have to give up. You have to give up. You have to realise, that someday you will die. Untill you know that.... You are useless. I say, let me never be complete. I say, may I never be content. I say, deliver me from swedish furniture. I say, deliver me from clever art. I say, deliver me from clear skin, and perfect teeth. I say, you have to give up. I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may. This is your life. Doesn't get any better than this. This is your life. And it's ending one minute at a time. You have to give up. You have to give up. I want you to hit me as hard as you can. I want you to hit me as hard as you can. If this is your first night at Fight Club..... you have to fight. :mad: :mad: |
Nevermind. to any who saw the song i originally posted, i apologise. it was inappropriate given the recent loss suffered by several on this board.
how bout this one instead? Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home To keep in silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut So I went from day to day Though my life was in a rut Till I thought of what I'd say And which connection I should cut I was feeling part of the scenery I walked right out of the machinery My heart going boom boom boom Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home When illusion spin her net I'm never where I want to be And liberty she pirouette When I think that I am free Watched by empty silhouettes Who close their eyes but still can see No one taught them etiquette So I will show another me Today I don't need a replacement I'll show them what the smile on my face meant My heart going boom boom boom Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home i love it when gabriel sings it, and i really enjoy sarah mclachlans rendition ~james |
Sam Stone
by John Prine Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered all his nerves, And left a little shrapnel in his knees. But the morphine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain, And gave him all the confidence he lacked, With a purple heart and a monkey on his back. There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last too long. He went to work when he'd spent his last dime And soon he took to stealing When he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. And the gold roared through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains, And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes... There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone was alone When he popped his last balloon, Climbing walls while sitting in a chair. Well, he played his last request, While the room smelled just like death, With an overdose hovering in the air. But life had lost it's fun, There was nothing to be done, But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill, For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill. There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. |
Yankee Doodle Dandy
Yankee Doodle went to town / A-ridin' on his pony / Stuck a feather in his cap / And called it macaroni.
http://www.yourdictionary.com/library/yankee.html |
<i><B>Queenscryche, "Speak"</b></i>
They've given me a mission I don't really know the game yet I'm bent on submission Religion is to blame I'm the new messiah Death Angel with a gun Dangerous in my silence Deadly to my cause Speak to me the pain you feel Speak the word The word is all of us I've given my life to become what I am To preach the new beginning To make you understand To reach some point of order Utopia in mind, you've got to learn To sacrifice, to leave what's now behind Speak to me the pain you feel Speak the word The word is all of us Speak the word The word is all of us Seven years of power The corporation claw The rich control the government, the media the law To make some kind of difference Then everyone must know Eradicate the fascists, revolution will grow The system we learn says we're equal under law But the streets are reality, the weak and poor will fall Let's tip the power balance and tear down their crown Educate the masses, We'll burn the White House down Speak to me the pain you feel Speak to me the pain you feel Speak the word [Revolution] The word is all of us Speak the word [Revolution] The word is all of us Speak the word The word is all of us Speak the Word The word is all of us Speak |
I like this ditty.Its great with a bossa nova beat. I first heard it played by Texas guy Gary Primich, but its much older by B. Russell and J.B. Brooks. I think it may have been from an old movie. Any buffs out there know?
"You came a long way from Saint Louis. You climbed the ladder of success. I've seen the town and country cars that were parked out in front of your fancy address." "You came a long way from Saint Louis And broke a lot of hearts between. I've seen a lot of gloomy guys that were doin' alright til you came on the scene." "You came here from the middle west, certainly impressed the population here abouts. But I've got news for you, I'm from Missouri too, and naturally I've got my doubts." "You've got 'em droppin' by the wayside, a feelin' I don't wanna know. You came a long way from Missouri but baby you still got a long way to go." |
A couple of songs
One of my favorite songs ever:
"Screenwriter's Blues" Ruby Vroom Soul Coughing Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving skin between breasts. Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses over blue lines you are going to Reseda to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television and the radio is on and the radioman is speaking and the radioman 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 And the radioman says it is a beautiful night out there! And the radioman says Rock and Roll lives! And the radioman says it is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles you live in Los Angeles and you are going to Reseda; we are all in some way or another going to Reseda someday to die and the radioman laughs because the radioman fucks a model too Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love gone savage for teenagers 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 I am going to Los Angeles to built 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 as the radioman 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 an imperial violet it is 5 am and you are listening to Los Angeles. You are listening. You are listening. You are listening. You are listening. |
Smile
Smile though your heart is aching;
Smile even though it's breaking. When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrow, Smile and maybe tomorrow, You'll see the sun come shining through for you. Light up your face with gladness, Hide every trace of sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near, That's the time you must keep on trying, Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile, If you just smile. Instrumental Interlude That's the time you must keep on trying, Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile If you just smile :) _______________________________ First recorded by Nat King Cole in 1955 Later recorded by Natalie Cole in the 1991 album, Unforgettable With Love Also recorded by Michael Jackson on History Also recorded by Robert Downey Jr. for the 1992 film Chaplin Lyrics by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons Music written by Charlie Chaplin for his 1936 silent movie classic, Modern Times |
The Police, Synchronicity II
Another suburban family morning Grandmother's screaming at the walls We have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies We can't hear anything at all Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration But we know all her suicides are fake Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take Many miles away, something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the skies He walks unhindered through the picket lines today He doesn't think to wonder why The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street But all he ever thinks to do is watch. And every single meeting with his so-called "superior" Is a humiliating kick in the crotch Many miles away, something crawls to the surface Of a dark Scottish loch Another working day has ended Only the rush-hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something, somewhere, has to break He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache Many miles away, there's a shadow on the door On a cottage on the shore of a dark Scottish lake ---- Kinda cool for a song about a guy that comes home and kills his family, I thought. |
Stevie Wonder--"As"
As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May Just as hate knows love's the cure You can rest your mind assure That I'll be loving you always As now can't reveal the mistery of tomorrow But in passing will grow older every day Just as all is born is new Do you know what I say is true That I'll be loving you always Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky ALWAYS Until the ocean covers every mountain high ALWAYS Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea ALWAYS Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream Did you know that true love asks for nothing Her acceptance is the way we pay Did you know that life has given love a guarantee To last through forever and another day Just as time knew to move on since the beginning And the seasons know exactly when to change Just as kindness knows no shame Know through all your joy and pain That I'll be loving you always As today I know I'm living but tomorrow Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear For I'll know deep in my mind The love of me I've left behind Cause I'll be loving you always Until the day is night and night becomes the day ALWAYS Until the trees and sea just up and fly away ALWAYS Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4 ALWAYS Until the day that is the day that are no more Did you know you're loved by somebody? Until the day the earth starts turning right to left ALWAYS Until the earth just for the sun denies itself I'll loving you forever Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through ALWAYS Until the day that you are me and I am you AL~~~~~WA~~~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~~~AA~~~ Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky ~~~~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~~~AA~~~ Until the ocean covers every mountain high ~~~AA~~~~~~~~~AA~~~~~~~~~YS We all know sometimes life's hates and troubles Can make you wish you were born in another time and space But you can bet your life times that and twice its double That God knew exactly where he wanted you to be placed So make sure when you say you're in it but not of it You're not helping to make this earth a place sometimes called Hell Change your words into truths and then change that truth into love And maybe our children's grandchildren And their great-great grandchildren will tell |
Somebody
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life Share my innermost thoughts Know my intimate details Someone who'll stand by my side And give me support And in return She'll get my support She will listen to me When I want to speak About the world we live in And life in general Though my views may be wrong They may even be perverted She'll hear me out And won't easily be converted To my way of thinking In fact she'll often disagree But at the end of it all She will understand me Aaaahhhhh.... I want somebody who cares For me passionately With every thought and With every breath Someone who'll help me see things In a different light All the things I detest I will almost like I don't want to be tied To anyone's strings I'm carefully trying to steer clear of Those things But when I'm asleep I want somebody Who will put their arms around me And kiss me tenderly Though things like this Make me sick In a case like this I'll get away with it Aaaahhhhh.... written by M L Gore, from the Depeche Mode album Some Great Reward |
Only When I Lose Myself
Lead singer: David Gahan Songwriter: Martin L. Gore Publishing credit: ©1998 Grabbing Hands Music Overseas/EMI Music Publishing Ltd. All rights reserved. Lyrics electronically reprinted with permission. It's only when I lose myself in someone else That I find myself I find myself Something beautiful is happening inside for me Something sensual, it's full of fire and mystery I feel hypnotised I feel paralysed I have found heaven There's a thousand reasons Why I shouldn't spend my time with you For every reason not to be here I can think of two To keep me hanging on Feeling nothing's wrong Inside your heaven It's only when I lose myself in someone else That I find myself I find myself I can feel the emptiness inside me Fade and disappear There's a feeling of contentment Now that you are here I feel satisfied I belong inside Your velvet heaven Did I need to sell my soul for pleasure like this Did I have to lose control to treasure your kiss Did I need to place my heart in the palm of your hand Before I could even start to understand It's only when I lose myself in someone else That I find myself I find myself *sigh*....oh sorry. DM night in the Sycamore kingdom! *watching the Singles DVD* :D |
Conceived and recorded in 1977-
"Cat Scratch Fever"
Well I don't know where they come from but they sure do come I hope they're comin' for me And I don't know how they do it but they sure do it well I hope they're doin' it for free They give me cat scratch fever cat scratch fever Well the first time that I got it I was just ten years old I got it from some kitty next door Well I went and seen the doctor and he gave me the cure I think I got it some more They give me cat scratch fever cat scratch fever I got it bad scratch fever cat scratch fever It's nothing dangerous, I feel no pain I got to cha-cha-change You know you got it when you're goin' insane It makes a grown man cry, cry, oh won't you make my bed Well I make a pussy purr with the stroke of my hand They know they're gettin' it from me And they know just where to go when they need they're lovin' man They know I'm doin' it for free I give 'em cat scratch fever cat scratch fever cat scratch fever cat scratch fever cat scratch fever cat scratch fever- Courtesy of the greatest singer and songwriter of all time, with the exception of Elvis I think.:) |
Woody Guthrie for my political side:
"This Land is your Land" This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream water This land was made for you and me As I was walkin', that ribbon of highway I saw above me, that endless skyway I saw below me, that golden valley I said this land was made for you and me I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sand of her diamond desert And all around me, a voice was sounding: This land was made for you and me Down in the city, in the shadow of the steeple By the relief office, I saw my people As they stood there hungry I stood there whistling: This land was made for you and me As I went walking, I saw a sign there And on that sign it said "Private Property" But on the other side it didn't say nothin' That side was made for you and me ! Nobody living can ever stop me As I go walking my freedom highway Nobody living can make me turn back, cuz This land was made for you and me The sun came shining, and I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling As the fog was lifting, a voice was chanting: This land was made for you and me and Bright Eyes for my listened to the Cure too much growing up side: "When the Curious Girl Realizes She is Under Glass" Tomorrow when I wake up I’m finding my brother And I'm making him take me back down to the water That lake where we sailed, and we laughed with our father I will not desert him I will not desert him No matter how I may wish for a coffin so clean Or these trees to undress all their leaves onto me I put my face in the dirt and then finally I'll see The sky that has been avoiding me. Well I started this letter I’m going to send it to Aruba It'll be blessed by her eyes on the Gulf Coast of Florida With her feet in the sand, And one hand on her swimsuit, She'll recite the prayer of my pen Saying, "Time take us forward. Relief from this longing. They can land that plane on my heart; I don’t care. Just give me November, The warmth of a whisper, In the freezing darkness of my room." But no matter what I would do in an attempt to replace All these pills that I take, trying to balance my brain See the curious girl with that look on her face So surprised she stares out from her display case |
Thank you so much-
I remember that one. It brings back such pleasent memories before I ever thought to allow this body and mind to become what it is today. Not that I would take any of it back.:)
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Lyrics with meaning
Easy To Be Hard (from the musical "Hair")
How can people be so heartless How can people be so cruel Easy To Be Hard; Easy to be cold Oh, how can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends Easy to be proud; Easy to say no And especially people who care about strangers Who care about evil and social injustice Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? How about a needing friend? I need a friend... How can people be so heartless You know I'm hung up on you Easy to give in; Easy to help out Oh, and especially people who care about strangers Who care about evil and social injustice Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? How about a needing friend? I need a friend... How can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends Easy to be hard; Easy to be cold Easy to be proud; Easy to say no. |
I remember that one used to make me sort of cry, without the tears. I can really relate to this day, timeless.
When I was slacking in high school, and already writing songs for the new mellinium during class I stared out of a window at a bunch of cheer leaders happily rehearsing and other classmates thrashing around a ball field. Only I wasn't happy or healthy like the other kids, and it really wasn't my fault. It was on a day like this I penned the vocals for songs that wouldn't be released for at least 14 tears later. The group is called "Creed". |
Boo-yahn rey woomah,
Wha rong wi yah Booyan rey wah Wha ya dry da-do? -Boogie on Regae Woman, Stevie Wonder No, listen to the song! == Seriously, all i could think of is "Mofo" from the U2 album 'Pop'. "Mofo" lookin' for to save my soul lookin' in the places where no flowers grow lookin' for to fill that GOD shaped hole mother mother sucking rock and roll (been around the back... been around the front) holy dunc, spacejunk comin' in for the splash white dpoes on punk staring into the flash lookin' for baby Jesus under the trash mother mother suckin' rock and roll mother [scat singing] rock and roll mother am i still your son, you know i've waited for so long to hear you say so mother you left and made me someone now i'm still a child but no one tells me no lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the world lookin' for the father of my two little girls got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade still looking for the face I had before the world was made mother mother sucking rock and roll bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll [scat singing] woo me sister move me brother soothe me mother rule me father show me mother days passin around each other Something about the line "...no one tells me 'no' " makes me think about how my life has turned out so far outside the influence of my parents ['bout to the halfway mark]. |
I'm not really into music but I used to listen to the Missing Persons and thought this was cool.
Something feels so strange tonight It's not wrong but it's just not right Some hidden complications fill me with hesitation And it gets so dark in here I can't see through doubts and fears Walled in by expectation I need a deviation a change in perspective alternative view to help me see clearly- observe something new All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i wanna do anyway All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i really wanna do anyway Outside the world is dangerous it's hard to find someone to trust Fills me with reservation Drives me into hibernation I watch what's going on but i don't want to belong leave my my introspection safely behind protection All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i wanna do anyway All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i really wanna do anyway Looking through windows at the world Looking through windows at the world Safe behind windows from the world Safe behind windows from the world Watching my window world go by Watching my window world go by Without my window who am i? Without my window who am i? All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i wanna do anyway All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i really wanna do anyway |
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And the Clash, ahhh the good ol' days. ;) mw |
That's funny...Slang was into Missing Persons...who woulda thunk it?
"Nobody walks in LA..." |
These lyrics are 23 years old, but I think they're surprisingly relevant today.
"The Spirit of Radio" -- Rush Begin the day with a friendly voice A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted It's really just a question of your honesty Yeah, your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sounds of salesmen Of salesman |
Hallowed Be Thy Name
- Iron Maiden I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time. 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole, The sands of time for me are running low. When the priest comes to read me the last rites, I take a look through the bars at the last sights, Of a world that has gone very wrong for me. Can it be that there's some sort of error. Hard to stop the surmounting terror. Is it really the end, not some crazy dream. Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming, It's not so easy to stop from screaming, The words escape me when I try to speak. Tears flow but why am I crying, After all I'm not afraid of dying. Don't I believe that there never is an end. As the guards march me out to the courtyard, Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you". If there's a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me, Though the end is near I'm not sorry. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away. Mark my words believe my soul lives on. Don't worry now that I have gone. I've gone beyond to seek the truth. When you know that your time is close at hand. Maybe then you'll begin to understand, Life down here is just a strange illusion |
But if you want to talk Rush...
Everyday Glory
In the house where nobody laughs And nobody sleeps In the house where love lies dying And the shadows creep A little girl hides shaking, With her hands on her ears Pushing back the tears, 'Til the pain disappears Mama says some ugly words Daddy pounds the wall They can fight about their little girl later Right now they don't care at all No matter what they say... No matter what they say... No matter what they say... No matter what they say... Everyday people Everyday shame Everyday promise shot down in flames Everyday sunrise Another everyday story Rise from the ashes and blaze In everyday glory In the city where nobody smiles And nobody dreams In the city where desperation Drives the bored to extremes Just one spark of decency Against a starless night One glow of hope and dignity A child can follow the light No matter what they say... No matter what they say... No matter what they say... No matter what they say... Everyday people Everyday shame Everyday promise shot down in flames Everyday sunrise Another everyday story Rise from the ashes and blaze In everyday glory If the future's looking dark We're the ones who have to shine If there's no one in control We're the ones who draw the line Though we live in trying times We're the ones who have to try Though we know that time has wings We're the ones who have to fly... |
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*who also had no idea that "Every Breath You Take" was about a stalker...REALLY! I just thought it was about obsession...well, ok I suppose the two can go hand in hand*.:D |
My favorite Police song, hands down, no contest...great riff, awesomely dark and brooding. And the lyrics...oh my.
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Many miles awaaaaaay.
Couldn't possibly pick a favorite. Nobody but us in here, nobody but us.:3eye: |
The Randall Knife (Guy Clark)
My father had a Randall knife My mother gave it to him When he went off to WWII To save us all from ruin If you've ever held a Randall knife Then you know my father well If a better blade was ever made It was probably forged in hell My father was a good man A lawyer by his trade And only once did I ever see Him misuse the blade It almost cut his thumb off When he took it for a tool The knife was made for darker things And you could not bend the rules He let me take it camping once On a Boy Scout jamboree And I broke a half an inch off Trying to stick it in a tree I hid it from him for a while But the knife and he were one He put it in his bottom drawer Without a hard word one There it slept and there it stayed For twenty some odd years Sort of like Excalibur Except waiting for a tear My father died when I was forty And I couldn't find a way to cry Not because I didn't love him Not because he didn't try I'd cried for every lesser thing Whiskey, pain and beauty But he deserved a better tear And I was not quite ready So we took his ashed out to sea And poured `em off the stern And threw the roses in the wake Of everything we'd learned When we got back to the house They asked me what I wanted Not the lawbooks not the watch I need the things he's haunted My hand burned for the Randall knife There in the bottom drawer And I found a tear for my father's life And all that it stood for |
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no |
ooh...the verve...great song.
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spooky group, good song. The one good song, far as I know.
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Wow, slang hip on The Verve? Who knew?
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Verve fans may also enjoy Starsailor. That is all
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The CD with BSS on it was not great IMO. I remember hearing the song Sonnet. Thats the only other tune that sounds familiar though.
The Verve "experiement" was an attempt to listen to something other than Jock Jams 1,2 & 3. BSS was getting a lot of airplay at a time that was tough for me personally. I listen to it now mainly as a reminder that things change and possibly improve. |
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Enigma - Silence Must Be Heard
People talk too much, for what they have to say Words, without a meaning, just fading away Silence must be heard! |
I have snippets of song lyrics scrawled all over the back of my binder - a useful bored-in-class hobby. Here's my two favorites:
"The north is to south What the clock is to time. There's east and there's west And there's everywhere life. I know I was born and I know that I'll die. The in-between is mine. I am mine." - Pearl Jam, "I Am Mine" --and-- "Money is the key to end all your woes Your ups, your downs, your highs and your lows Won't you tell me the last time that love bought ya clothes? It's like that, and that's the way it is." - Run-D.M.C. - "It's Like That" |
if you have never heard the acoustic version of this song i HIGHLY recommend it....amazing.
don't follow - alice in chains Hey, I ain't never coming home Hey, I'll just wander my own road Hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow Say goodbye don't follow Misery so hollow Hey you, you're livin' life full throttle Hey you, pass me down that bottle, yeah Hey you, you can't shake me round now I get so lost and don't know how, yeah And it hurts to care, I'm going down Forgot my woman, lost my friends Things I'd done and where I've been Sleep in sweat the mirrors cold See my face it's growin' old Scared to death no reason why Do whatever to get me by Think about the things I said Read the page it's cold and dead Take me home (5x) Say goodbye Don't follow |
After Forever
Have you ever thought about your soul - can it be saved?
Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay in your grave Is God just a thought within your head or is he a part of you? Is Christ just a name that you read in a book when you were in school? When you think about death do you lose your breath or do you keep your cool? Would you like to see the Pope on the end of a rope - do you think he's a fool? Well I have seen the truth, yes I've seen the light and I've changed my ways And I'll be prepared when you're lonely and scared at the end of our days Could it be you're afraid of what your friends might say If they knew you believe in God above? They should realize before they criticize that God is the only way to love Is your mind so small that you have to fall In with the pack wherever they run Will you still sneer when death is near And say they may as well worship the sun? I think it was true it was people like you that crucified Christ I think it is sad the opinion you had was the only one voiced Will you be so sure when your day is near, say you don't believe? You had the chance but you turned it down, now you can't retrieve Perhaps you'll think before you say that God is dead and gone Open your eyes, just realize that he's the one The only one who can save you now from all this sin and hate Or will you still jeer at all you hear? Yes! I think it's too late. -- Black Sabbath, yes Ozzy and THAT Black Sabbath |
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That song cheers me up no matter what - especially when he goes all free style (edit: fucked up the quote tag) |
a23 - Horizon
Hours
Spiral and coil into black Some remembered, some forever gone Tragic We never get them all back The relentless march of time must still go on CHORUS The tide is turning Horizons burning Your days are numbered Your future has crumbled Forgotten Events obscured by the past Without remembrance did they occur at all? Losing At best a tenuous grasp And nothing below us to break the fall (CH) Imagine What moments those last hours hold Things we missed that might have changed our lives Stranded With no way to get home The light around us starting to subside |
"Woke Up This Morning", Alabama 3 (A3)
[And after three days of drinking with Larry Love, I jes get an inkling to go on home. So I'm walking down Coldharbour Lane, head hung low, three or four in the morning, the sun’s coming up and the birds are out singing; I let mahself into mah pad, wend my way up that spiral staircase and stretch out nice on the chesterfield. Pithecanthropus Erectus already on the CD player, and I just push that remote button to Sublimity, and I listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus, and JR Monterose and Jackie McLean duet on those saxophones and the sound makes its way out the window, mingling with the traffic noises outside, y'know, and all of a sudden I’m overcome by a feeling of brief mortality. 'Cos I’m getting on in the world, coming up on forty-one years, forty-one stony grey steps towards the grave, y'know: the box awaits its grisly load, and I’m gonna be food for worms. And just like Charles Mingus wrote that beautiful piece of music, ‘Epitaph’, for Eric Dolphy, I say ‘So long, Eric; so long, John Coltrane and Charles Mingus; so long, Duke Ellington and Lester Young; so long, Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald; so long, Jimmy Reed; so long, Muddy Waters; and so long, Howlin' Wolf.’] Woke up this morning Got yourself a gun Your Mama always said you'd be The Chosen One. She said, ‘You're one in a million You've got to burn to shine,’ But you were born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes. You woke up this morning All that love had gone. Your Papa never told you About right and wrong. But you're looking good, baby, I believe that you're feeling fine— Shame about it— Born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes. You woke up this morning, The world turned upside down— Lord above— Thing's ain't been the same Since the Blues walked into town. But you're one in a million 'Cos you've got that shotgun shine— Shame about it— Born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes. You woke up this morning Got a blue moon in your eyes Woke up this morning Got a blue moon in your eyes So sorry. Goddamn— Goddamn shame about it Mr D Wayne Love: When you woke up this morning, everything was gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes, like some voice trying to tell you there was something you should know. Last night you was flying but today you're so low Ain't it times like these that make you wonder if you'll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to the others; wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. Don't you wish you didn't function, wish you didn't think beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink? Well you do, so make up your mind to go on 'cos when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone. When you woke up this morning (Woke up this morning) Woke up this morning (Woke up this morning) Woke up this morning You wanna be the Chosen One. Yes, you know it. You just can't help yourself. When you woke up this morning (Woke up this morning) Woke up this morning (Woke up this morning) Woke up this morning [And you did it, girl] You got yourself a gun. |
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