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[ajoe]

Songs are poems, too! :brow: Also I can actually understand them. :)

This is my current favorite:

"Emotionless"
Good Charlotte

Hey dad
I'm writing to you
not to tell you, that I still hate you
just to ask you
how you feel
and how we fell apart
how this fell apart

are you happy out there in this great wide world?
do you think about your sons?
do you miss your little girl?
when you lay your head down
how do you sleep at night?
do you even wonder if we're all right?

but we're all right
we're all right

[Chorus:]
it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not ok,
but we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
but those were just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive

the days I spent so cold, so hungry
were full of hate
I was so angry
those scars run deep inside this tattooed body
there's things I'll take, to my grave
but I'm okay
I'm okay

[Chorus:]
it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not ok,
but we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
but those were just a long lost memory of mine
Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive
yeah, I'm still alive

sometimes
I forgive
yeah and this time
I'll admit
that I miss you, said I miss you

[Chorus:]
it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not ok,
but we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
but those were just a long lost memory of mine
Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive

and sometimes
I forgive
and this time
I'll admit, that I miss you, I miss you
hey dad

[emily655321]

That happened to some close friends of my family, years ago. It just leaves me speechless as to how these things happen and everything. Hmph.

Well, hope this doesn't get too political for forum material...but I didn't write it. :D
I have to admit, I like Bright Eyes' new CD. There, I've said it. And this song makes me cry when I hear it.

Bright Eyes: "Let's Not **** Ourselves (To Love and Be Loved)"

Well the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness
A baby cries hard in an apartment complex
As I pass in a car
Buried under the influence
The city's driving me out of my mind
I've seen a child he's caught in the sad trap of gravity
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
And lands in the grass, and weeps for his dignity
Next time he will not aim so high
Yeah next time neither will I

Now mother takes loans out
Sends her kids off to colleges
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list
Well a coroner kneels beneath a great wooden crucifix
He knows there's worse things than being alone
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger
I mean why wait around, if it's just to surrender
And ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure
I do not read the reviews
No, I am not singin' for you

Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help
With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real
At least a telephone, call home
Well my teachers they built this retaining wall of memory
All those multiple choices I answered so quickly
And got my grades back, and forgot just as easily
But at least I got an A
And so I don't have them to blame

Well I should stop pointing fingers
Reserve my judgement of all those public action figures
The cowboy presidents
So loud behind the bullhorn
So proud they can't admit
When they made a mistake
Well-poisoning spews from a speechwriter's pen
He knows he don't have to say it so it
it don't bother him
Honesty, accuracies, just popular opinion
And the approval rating's high
And so someone's gonna die

Well ABC, NBC, CBS: bull****
They give us fact or fiction I guess an even split
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment
We're still pawns in their game
As they take eye for an eye, until no one can see
We must stumble blindly forward, repeating history
Well I guess we all fit into your slogan in that fast food marquee
Red-blooded white skinned
Oh and the blues
Oh and the blues
I got the blues
That's me
(That's me)
That's me

Well I awoke in relief
My sheets and tubes were all tangled
Weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital
And my father was there, in a chair by the window
Staring so far away
I tried talking, just whispered, "so sorry, so selfish."
He stopped me and said, 'Child, I love you regardless"
'There's nothing you could do that would ever change this
'I'm not angry, it happens, but you just can't do it again'

So now I try to keep up
I've been exchanging my currency
While a million objects pass through my periphery
Now I'm rubbing my eyes, cause they're starting to bother me
I've been staring too long at the screen
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery
To love and to be loved
Let's just hope that is enough

[Koa]

OH! I was going to post a thread like this sooner or later... You know, when I get started on lyrics I just can't stop!

Just for a start, a true masterpiece:



The Cure - Prayers for Rain

You shatter me
Your grip on me
A hold on me
So dull it kills
You stifle me
Infectious sense
Of hopelessness and
Prayers for rain
I suffocate
I breathe in dirt
And nowhere shines
But desolate
And drab the hours all spent
On killing time again
All waiting for
The rain

You fracture me
Your hands on me
A touch so plain
So stale it kills
You strangle me
Entangle me
In hopelessness and
Prayers for rain
I deteriorate
I live in dirt
And nowhere glows
But drearily and tired
The hours all spent
On killing time again
All waiting for
The rain

[simon]

Although the lyrics are to extensive to post here I recommend a readthrough of Bob Dylan's lyrics to the Hurricane, and not to be forgotten the satirical verses of Alice's Resteraunt.

[GatsbyTheGreat]

I consider most songs by Jim Morrison (The Doors) and Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) to be very poetic, and in fact it was listening to those bands that sparked my interest in poetry. Check out NIN's "Hurt" and The Doors "The End", you'll see what I mean. Other than that, the most poetic song in rock and roll is.......















:banana: ITS PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME :banana:

[emily655321]

:D Hehe.

Maynard James Keanan has always stunned me with his poetry. Most of it similar in content to Trent's (any Tool and NIN fans must know what I'm talking about -- a very specific bad childhood experience revealed in the lyrics *coughpriestcough*)...much of the stuff way too vulgar to post here.
But hey, here's one that isn't:

Tool -- "The Patient"

A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience. Drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith.
And I'm still right here.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith.
And I'm still right here.

I'm gonna wait it out.

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I'm gonna wait it out.

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I still may.
And I still may.
Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this...

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

And I still may.
And I still may.
And I still may.

I'm gonna wait it out.
I'm gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.

[crisaor]

GatsbyTheGreat, you might want to check out (if you haven't already) The Door's An American Prayer , it's a record the rest of the band made after Morrison's death which consists in a musicalization (the words exists in spanish, not so sure if it does in english though ;)) of his poems.

[Sancho]

Left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind

Straddled that Greyhound
and road it 'cross Raleigh and on across Caroline

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rockhill
and we never was a minute late

We was ninety miles outta Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' 'cross Georgia state

Had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle
half-way across Ala-bam

Then the Hound broke down
and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham

--Chuck Berry

[ajoe]

hey simon, I'd like to see you post one lyric ;)

[Sancho]

I would like that too simon.
Immensely.

[simon]

Sadly the text I wanted to post was 14563 characters, and the limit is 10000, so here it is in chunks:

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings."
I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

[simon]

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is, the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar.

With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant

[ajoe]

I don't know what to say.

[emily655321]

Well, then I'll say it. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! :D :D :D

How bout some more Arlo, kids? :D
(BTW, I went to see him last August in, like, a school auditorium...and the story has gotten much, much longer.)

The Motorcycle Song

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcy . . .
. . . cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say,
Was:

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcy . . .
. . . cle

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle. Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin' my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was a cliff in the air.

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin' a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar. Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater on the box side than on the neck side, because there's more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff. I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down at the same time.

I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided to write one last farewell song to the world.

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper. I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy . . . cle."

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin' 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned itself off.

I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin' pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the eye and said "Nothin'".

(You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just squashed a cop...)

I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcy . . .
. . . cle

[simon]

Take that ajoe and sancho(I could use an exclamation mark here but lets not push it).

I like Arlo's stroy telling style, and the quirky tales he comes up with.

[ajoe]

"Memory" -- Sugarcult

this may never start
we could fall apart
and not be your memory
lost your sense of fear
feelings insincere
can now be your memory

so get back back
back to where we lasted
just like i imagine
i could never feel this way
so get back back
back to the disaster
my heart's beating faster
holding on to feel the same

this may never start
i'll tear us apart
could now be your enemy
losing half our years
waiting for you here
i'd be your anything
so get back back
back to where we lasted
just like i imagine
i could never feel this way
so get back back
back to the disaster
my heart's beating faster
holding on to feel the same

this could never start
tearing out my heart
and id be your memory
lost your sense of fear
feelings disappear
can not be your memory

so get back back
back to where we lasted
just like i imagine
i could never feel this way
so get back back
back to the disaster
my heart's beating faster
holding on to feel the same

this could never start
we could fall apart
and id be your memory
lost your sense of fear
feelings insincere
can not be your memory
can not be your memory

[aabashenya]

The Offspring's "Gone Away" is a very heartwrenching song about true morning - sometimes I wish they put the amount of effort into their other songs that they put into this one, because I think it's an example of good songwriting. The lyrics aren't so much eloquent or descriptive as they are just raw feeling, and while they may seem plain on paper, when sung with the music, the song is really emotional:

Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal
it's so unfair


And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away


Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's taken from me

I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would


And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you've gone away

I reach to the sky
And call out your name
oh please let me trade
I would

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away
Gone away....

And I agree, Tool's music is pure poetry.

[emily655321]

I've been looking for the lyrics to the Decemberists' "The Tain" -- one song in parts, [loosely] based on the Cattle Raid of Cooley legend, -- but I can't find them anywhere. It's really poetic and haunting. I'd like to put them here. If anyone has the EP or knows of a site with the lyrics, I'd appreciate it.

peace-banana :banana:

[crisaor]

Here:

Part I
Here upon this pillow
Made of reed and willow
You’re a fickle little twister
Are you sweet on your sister?
Your fallow won’t leave you alone.

And granted for their pleasure
Possessions laid to measure
She’s a salty little pisser
With your c*** in her kisser
But now she’s a will of her own.


Part II
Damn your ankles and eyes wide
From your Fingernails to your Ponytails too.
King of the Insects and the M-5
Over Charlemagne in a motorcade too.

And baby needs a new prize
Baby needs a new and shiny prize.

In this place called Heavenly
You were born here.
This place called Heavenly
You were born here.
You were born here.

And now all the marchers descend from high
I will dedicate all of my awakenings to this.

And damn all the angles that oppress my sight
I will bleed your heart through a samovar soon.

In this place called Heavenly
You were born here.
This place called Heavenly
You were born here.
You were born here


Part III
They settled dust in your hair
To watch you shake and shout it out
With our armaments bared
We shed our bags and travel alls.

From the lee of the wall
He comes in chain and chariot
And all his eunuchs in thrall
Can scarce lift his line and lariat.

Here come loose the hounds
To blow me down.
Blow me down.
On this stretch of ground
I’ll lay me down.
Lay me down.
To Sleep.

And now stricken with pangs
That tear at our backs like thistledown
The mirror’s soft silver tain
Reflects our last birthing hour.

Here come loose the hounds to blow me down
Blow me down.
On this stretch of ground
I’ll lay me down
Lay me down.
To Sleep.


Part IV
O the Wind is blowing, it hurts your skin
As you climb up hillside, forest and fen.

Your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine
Your memories wrapped within paper and twine.

The room that you lie in is dusty and hard
Sleeping soft Babies on piles of yards
Of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
Your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother’s milk.

When the dawn comes to greet you, you’ll rise with clothes on
And advance with the others, singing old songs
Of cattle and maidens and withered old queens.
Let the music carry you on.

The room that you lie in is dusty and hard
Sleeping soft Babies on piles of yards
Of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
Your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother’s milk.


Part V
Darling dear, what have you done?
Your clothes are torn, your makeup runs.

I ran through brambles, blooming thistle
I washed my face in the river when you whistled me on.

Darling dear, what have you done?
Your hands and face are smeared with blood.

The chaplain came and called me out
To beat and to butcher his mother’s sow.

But darling dear, they found him dead
This morning by the riverbed.

But hush now darling, don’t you cry.
Your reward’s in the sweet by-and-by.
Hush now baby, don’t you cry.
Your reward’s in the sweet by-and-by.

And now we’ve seen your powers
Softly stretch the hours
You’re a fickle little twister
Are you sweet on your sister?
As now you go wandering home.

[emily655321]

Hooray! Hooray! :D Thank you, Crisaor! :banana:

[crisaor]

You're welcome, Emily. :)

[Isagel]

I really liked Alices resturant - Heres another song of Alice, by Tom Waits .
(BTw - what was the Cattle raid of Cooley?)
I will only put in two of the verses of the Alice song:

Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice

My favorite song by Waits is Clap hands:

Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands


Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a ***** is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands


Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at


Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a ***** is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands


I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at


Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

[emily655321]

That last one is amazing! I love it.

The Cattle Raid of Cooley (Táin Bó Cúailnge) is an old Irish epic. The full text is readily available, but it's really, really long so I haven't read it. The gist of it is that a person from one kingdom slaughters the prized bull of another kingdom, Ulster, and a huge war breaks out and lots of people die.

[Dunpeal]

Running Wild - "Riding the Storm"

Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea
Playing with fortune, oh, what a lust to be free
Flashlights and thunder, the pattering rain on the hull
From a stormy horizon we get our course
The cry of freedom

chorus:
Face in the wind, we're riding the storm
We'll stay our course whatever will come
Wandering souls in the sea of the damned
Death or glory
we're riding the storm

Cracks in the planks, the rigging upwards and down
Staggering masts, the pounding splash of the prow
The wind in our sails, our flag flies high on the top
From a stormy horizon we get our course
The cry of freedom

[crisaor]

This one couldn't be missing.

Led Zepelin
Stairway to Heaven

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
It makes me wonder,
It makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
It makes me wonder,
It really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev'rything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

[amuse]

i one thousand percent love that song.
thanks, crisaor.

[Isagel]

Love that song - I actually have a very good cover by Dolly Parton !

One of my favorite songs

One by U2

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come tor raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...life

One

[crisaor]

i one thousand percent love that song.
thanks, crisaor.
I'm glad you like it amuse. :)

Isagel, that's a good one.

Here's another memorable one:

Pink Floyd
Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

[Miranda]

I love Pink Floyd and the Led Zeppelin song too. My favourite Pink Floyd album is A Momentary Lapse of Reason, followed closely by the The Wall. It's hard to choose a favourite when they are all such great songs. This is - On the Turning Away

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
'Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away.'

Its a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the rank have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud.

On the winds of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent acord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the winds of the night.

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just so stand and stare
Is is only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away.

[Dunpeal]

"Typical Situation" by Dave Matthews Band

Ten fingers we have each
Nine planets around the sun repeat
Eight ball is the last if you triumphant be
Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea

It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices

Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
And everyone'll come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't step in line
We'll lock you away

Six senses keeping
Five around a sense of self
Four seasons turn on and turn off
I can see three corners from this corner
Two is a perfect number
But one

Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
And everyone'll come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't step in line
We'll lock you away

It's a typical situation
In these typical times
We can't do a thing about it

"The Battle of Evermore" by Led Zeppelin

Queen of Light took her bow and then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, and walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight and time will tell us all

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe
Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow

The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light

The apples turn to brown and black
The tyrant's face is red.

Oh the war is common cry, pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.

Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ringwraiths ride in black
Ride on

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.

Oh dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back
Bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue roll by,
with flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.

[emily655321]

Oh hooray, I love "Evermore," Dunpeal! :D

This one has to be on here too:

"Blowin' in the Wind" -- Bob Dylan

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they are forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head,
And pretend he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

More poetry from Maynard. :D I love this song.

"Sleeping Beauty" -- A Perfect Circle

Delusional
I believe I can cure it all for you, dear
Coax or trick or drive or
drag the demons from you
Make it right for you sleeping beauty
Truly thought
I can magically heal you

You're far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to rescue

Sleeping Beauty

Drunk on ego
Truly thought I could make it right
If I kissed you one more time to
Help you face the nightmare
But you're far too poisoned for me
Such a fool to think that I can wake you from your slumber
That I could actually heal you..

Sleeping Beauty
Poisoned and hopeless
You're far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to find a way to comfort you

Far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
And hiding from some poisoned memory

Poisoned and hopeless
Sleeping Beauty

[Monica]

One of my favorite songs

One by U2

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...




Thanks for that, it's actually my favourite song. I also like:

With or Without You by U2

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you
Slight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

With or without you
With or without you

Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

My hands are tied, my body bruised
She's got me with nothing left to win
And nothing else to lose

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you

[amuse]

both "one" and "blowin' in the wind" raised the hair on my arms.

[Helga]

these are two of the best lyrics I've read!!...

MAD WORLD

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
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
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to 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

Momentum - Amee Mann

Oh, for the sake of momentum
I’ve allowed my fears to get larger than life
And it’s brought me to my current agendum
Whereupon I deny fulfillment has yet to arrive
And I know life is getting shorter
I can’t bring myself to set the scene
Even when it’s approaching torture
I’ve got my routine
Oh, for the sake of momentum
Even though I agree with that stuff about seizing the day
But I hate to think of effort expended
All those minutes and days and hours
I have frittered away.
And I know life is getting shorter
I can’t bring myself to set the scene
Even when it’s approaching torture
I’ve got my routine
But I can’t confront the doubts I have
I can’t admit that maybe the past was bad
And so, for the sake of momentum
I’m condemning the future to death
So it can match the past.
When I can’t confront the doubts I have
I can’t admit that maybe the past was bad
And so, for the sake of momentum
I’m condemning the future to death
So it can match the past.

[crisaor]

Another classic:

Queen
Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
To me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama,
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo figaro, Magnifico,
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go -let him go-
Bismillah! We will not let you go -let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go -let me go
Will not let you go -let me go
Will not let you go -let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby, Can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....

[Dunpeal]

Iron Maiden
"Heaven Can Wait"

Can't understand what is happening to me
This isn't real this is only a dream
But I never have felt, no I never have felt this way before
I'm looking down on my body below
I lie asleep in the midst of a dream
Is it now could it be the Angel of Death has come for me?

I can't believe that really my time has come
I don't feel ready there's so much left undone
And it's my soul and I'm not gonna let it get away

Heaven can wait, heaven can wait, heaven can wait
Heaven can wait 'til another day
Heaven can wait, heaven can wait, heaven can wait
Heaven can wait 'til another day

I have a lust for the earth below
And hell itself is my only foe
'Cause I've no fear of dying, I'll go when I'm good and ready
I snatch a glimpse of the light's eternal rays
I see a tunnel I stand amazed
At all of the people standing there in front of me

Into the paths of rightness I'll be led
is this the place where the living join the dead?
I wish I knew this was only just a nightmare

Heaven can wait, heaven can wait, heaven can wait
Heaven can wait 'til another day
Heaven can wait, heaven can wait, heaven can wait
Heaven can wait 'til another day

Take my hand, I'll lead you to the promised land
Take my hand, I'll give you immortality
Eternal youth, I'll take you to the other side
To see the truth the path for you is decided

My body tingles and I feel so strange
I feel so tired I feel so drained
And I'm wondering if I'll ever be the same again
is this in Limbo or Heaven or Hell?
Maybe I'm going down there as well
I can't accept my soul will drift forever

I feel myself floating back down to Earth
So could this be the hour of my rebirth?
Or have I died or will I wake from dreaming?

Heaven can wait, heaven can wait, heaven can wait
Heaven can wait 'til another day
Heaven can wait, heaven can wait, heaven can wait
Heaven can wait 'til another day

[crisaor]

I always say, if I liked heavy metal, Iron Maiden would be my favourite band.

[Dunpeal]

Rush
"Limelight"

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage

Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact

Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem

Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
is a long-awaited friend

All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage

[Anka]

My favourite lyrics is I Am The Highway.

Pearls of swine bereft of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for the leaving I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

Friends and liars don't wait for me
I'll get on all by myself
I put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightening
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night

[poehee99]

One of my favourite songs is Kite by U2

Something is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it means
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did

'Cause hardness, it sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin

I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone, anything at all

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to know what it is will break you
I don't know which way the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't wanna see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me

I'm a man, I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to know what it is will break you
I don't know where the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't wanna see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

Did I waste it?
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Roof top to the basement
The last of the rock stars
When hip hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
That was the big idea

[mahrooq]

Hip hop lyrics. Pretty good I think. Off the Beneath the Surface album by Genius.

Love and hatred, home is most sacred
Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the
Feds
Sent out secretly to take my head
I lay back and meditate to the words they say
Skip town for a month and grew some dreads
Had a friend tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me
Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just a near thought of me
Like Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the word I'm black and calmly
Howls from the grave haunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings
Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine
Slept in caves to get a clear mind
Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many leopards
Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress
Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan
scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, toward the weak, sick and afflicted
Candles lit, gamble with a *****
Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft paws hide claws
Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
Have bitter stings at they tail
Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world

[amuse]

cold chills and hairs on arm rise again

[Monica]

another by U2

"Be There"
You don't have to break your heart in two, my love
You don't have to play a part, it's you I love
You don't have to hide from yourself
You don't have to be someone else again
You don't have to rescue me
You don't have to watch me drown
You don't have to give to me
All I want is you

Be there, my love
Be there tonight
Be there, my love
Be there tonight

You don't have to dress yourself up or stay the same
You don't have to smile if I say smile
You don't have to be the best
You don't have to give me rest
All I want is all you have
Nothing else, nothing
Be there, my love

Just be there, my love
If you want the whole of me that's all you'll get
I'll sing this song
I'd give my health, give it all
You don't have to

Ah, she comes on by
She says, I need you, my love
She says, all I want is you

You don't have to play your little game if I fall apart
You don't have to work those strings or do those things
You're enough in my heart
You don't have to hide from yourself
You don't have to be someone else
All I want is all you have
All I want is you

Be there, my love
Be there tonight
Be there, my love
Be there tonight

[Ender]

Black Cadillacs off the new Modest Mouse LP

And it's true we named our children
after towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.

And we were done, done, done
with all the ****, ****, ****in' around.
You were so true to yourself.
You were true to no one else.
Well I should put you in the ground.

I've got the time, I got the hours,
I got the days, I got the weeks.
I could say to myself
I've got the words but I can't speak.
Well I was done, done, done
with all the circ, circ, circlin' round.

I didn't die and I ain't complainin'.
I ain't blamin' you.
I didn't know that the words you said to me
meant more to me than they ever could you?
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin'
I told the whole truth.
I didn't know that this game we were playin'
even had a set of rules.

We named our children after towns
that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hunger around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were laughing at the stars
while our feet clung tight to the ground.
So pleased with ourselves
for using so many verbs and nouns.

But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber
than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground.
Well wings on flames, kings with no names,
well this place just ain't got right air right now.
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown.
Well you should run 'round yourself right now.
And we were done, done, done
with all the ****, ****, ****in' around.
Circlin' round.

[crisaor]

John Lennon
Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ****ing crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ****ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

[emily655321]

Oh, Monica, "Be There" made me cry. :)

"Fighting in a Sack"
The Shins

Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream
And had it nailed to my forehead again
To keep this boat afloat
There are things you can't afford to know
So I save all my breath for the sails.

But you'll find those lingering voices
Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice
And make a moron out of you
Walking a bridge with weakening cables
Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate
And it's a lot to put us through.

Most ideas turn to dust
As there are few in which we all can trust
Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mind?
So let's abandon that track
And leave our fathers fighting in a sack
Cause we are way too wise-assed for that.

You might find some fools at your doorstep
Hustling the latest changes to the book
That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply
Marionettes on weakening cables
Huddled up with fear and hate
Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through.

We've taken on a climb
And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs
Walking up a slide
And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track.

But you'll find those lingering voices
Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice
And make a moron out of you
Crossing the bridge on weakening cables
Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate
And it's a lot to put us through

[Koa]

DEPECHE MODE - WALKING IN MY SHOES

I would tell you about the things they put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see

I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

[Avalive]

True Nature -BY Jane's Addiction. A greatest song ever.


"True Nature"

Power tripping your luck is switched
Oh, so now it's funny
When it's your turn is to laugh
You go poke the running joke!

Scoring points with God
Get no perfect marks
But your grades keep falling
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling

Porn chick calls herself a therapist
Call it what it is...
For all the money in the world
We'll go to war you backward hero's

Come to rescue you
Just to lien on you
With interests soaring
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling

Please believe
We still live and breathe
Through native tongue
And poetry
All those years we believed, yeah

Scoring points with God
Get no perfect marks
But your grades keep falling
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling


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This can be a poem
I love it as a poem





Shock and Terror ---BY CKY


the psychotic dress the senseless feature
it terrifies every living creature
predictability is wearing thin
groundbreaking practice for the preacher

clowns mortified by my expression
breathing new life into invention
and gagging the maggots with a weary hand
has failed to leave any impression

the shock and terror keeps me sane
the shock and terror keeps me sane
does anybody feel the same
the shock and terror keeps me sane

up now for seven days and wired
the concept of sleep is way too tired
and I've dialed in a plan to reinstate
your sense of humor has expired

the shock and terror keeps me sane
the shock and terror keeps me sane
does anybody feel the same?
the shock and terror keeps me sane


---------------------
One of my fave of CKY

[Koa]

DEPECHE MODE - IN YOUR ROOM


In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

Will I always be here

[emily655321]

Ohh, very "yay," Koa. :D

I'd say it's high time for some Trent, wouldn't you?

"I Do Not Want This"
--Nine Inch Nails

I'm losing ground
You know how this world can beat you down
I'm made of clay
I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way

I'm always falling down the same hill
Bamboo puncturing this skin
And nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall I'm drowning in
Two feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face
And if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this place

I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel

I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
Don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything, is there?

You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste
Like that means something

And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice
And maybe that is all I have
And maybe this is a cry for help

I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't you tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel

I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to **** everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters

[Koa]

I still wonder why I'm not into NIN/Trent...depressive and has roots in DM...
-----

GARBAGE - AS HEAVEN IS WIDE

Nothing that you say will release you
Nothing that you pray would forgive you
Nothing's what your words mean to me
Something that you did will destroy me
Something that you said will stay with me
Long after you are dead and gone

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here

As far from god
As heaven is wide
As far from god
As angels can fly

If holy is as holy does
This house will burn straight down to hell
Take its conscience with it as it falls
Nothing said could change the fact
My trust was blind, you broke the pact
If god's my witness god must be blind

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here

As far from god
As heaven is wide
As far from god
As angels can fly

I wish

Take it back, I dare you, take it back
No you can't?
You should have thought of that
What's inside a man that goes so wrong
Choke on guilt that's far too good for you
Say one word I'll laugh and bury you
And leave you in the place where you left me

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here

As far from god
As heaven is wide
As far from god
As angels can fly

I wish I could fly

[Koa]

(who get me started with lyrics??? i'll never stop!)

The Smiths - Still Ill

I decree today that life
Is simply taking and not giving
England is mine - it owes me a living
But ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye
Oh, ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye
But we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore
No, we cannot cling to those dreams

Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body ?
I dunno...

Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although I ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore
No, it wasn't like those days
Am I still ill ?
Oh ...
Am I still ill ?
Oh ...

Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body ?
I dunno...

Ask me why, and I'll die
Oh, ask me why, and I'll die
And if you must, go to work - tomorrow
Well, if I were you I really wouldn't bother
For there are brighter sides to life
And I should know, because I've seen them
But not very often ...
Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although I ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore
No, it wasn't like those days
Am I still ill ?
Oh ...
Oh, am I still ill ?
Oh ...

[subterranean]

PYRAMID SONG By radiohead

I jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
All the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt


Some one mentioned about Jim Morrison, and he was indeed very poetic. I posted a thread some long time ago about American Prayers..

[emily655321]

:) It just occurred to me the other day that there weren't any Radiohead lyrics here.
Awesome avatar, Sub. :thumbs_up

"Just A Girl"
-- No Doubt

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand

'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights

Oh...I've had it up to here!

The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear

'Cause I'm just a girl.
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night
I'm just a girl
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes
I'm just a girl
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype

Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?

I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!

I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl. My apologies
What I've become is burdensome
I'm just a girl. Lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison

Oh...I've had it up to...
Oh...I've had it up to...
Oh...I've had it up to here.

[subterranean]

thanks Em, and tbw, who's that guy in your avatar..been wondering for quit sometime and trying to remember some familiar faces...

[Edzabeen]

Chris Rea "Tell Me There's A Heaven"

The little girl she said to me
What are these things that I can see
Each night when I come home from school
And mama calls me in for tea
Oh every night a baby dies
And every night a mama cries
What makes those men do what they do
To make that person black and blue
Grandpa says their happy now
They sit with God in paradise
With angels' wings and still somehow
It makes me feel like ice
Tell me there's a heaven
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they're all happy now
Papa tell me that it's so

So do I tell her that it's true
That there's a place for me and you
Where hungry children smile and say
We wouldn't have no other way
That every painful crack of bones
Is a step along the way
Every wrong done is a game plan
To that great and joyful day

And I'm looking at the father and the son
And I'm looking at the mother and the daughter
And I'm watching them in tears of pain
And I'm watching them suffer
Don't tell that little girl
Tell me
Tell me there's a heaven
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do

Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they're all happy now
Papa tell me that it's so

[Koa]

DEPECHE MODE - SOMEBODY (if you read this read till the end cos it's important, that's what makes the song so ingenious ;))

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 will 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

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

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DEPECHE MODE - BLASPHEMOUS RUMOURS

Girl of 16
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn't succeed
Thank the lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
16 candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of 18
Fell in love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine

Summer's day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother's eye

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

[emily655321]

thanks Em, and tbw, who's that guy in your avatar..been wondering for quit sometime and trying to remember some familiar faces...

It's Alex (a.k.a. Malcolm McDowell) from A Clockwork Orange. :) :cool:

"2+2=5" -- Radiohead

Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five

I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five

It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now

Because you have not been
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Yeah, I feel it
Payin' attention?
Payin' attention?
Yeah, I need it
I needed attention
I needed attention
Yeah, I love it
The attention
Payin' attention?
Payin' attention?

I try to sing along
But the music's all wrong
'Cause I'm not
'Cause I'm not
Don't question my authority or put me in the box
'Cause I'm not
'Cause I'm not
Oh, go up to the king, and the sky is falling in
But it's not
But it's not
But it's not
Maybe not
Maybe not

[Koa]

And The Cure make their debut here...(unless I posted something before and don't remember...)
*sighs* so many emotional songs...

FROM THE EDGE OF THE DEEP GREEN SEA
every time we do this
i fall for her
wave after wave after wave
it's all for her
i know this can't be wrong i say
(and i'll lie to keep her happy)
as long as i know that you know
that today i belong
right here with you
right here with you...

and so we watch the sun come up
from the edge of the deep green sea
and she listens like her head's on fire
like she wants to believe in me
so i try
put your hands in the sky
surrender
remember
we'll be here forever
and we'll never say goodbye...

i've never been so
colourfully-see-through-head before
i've never been so
wonderfully-me-you-want-some-more
and all i want is to keep it like this
you and me alone
a secret kiss
and don't go home
don't go away
don't let this end
please stay
not just for today

never never never never never let me go she says
hole me like this for a hundred thousand million days
but suddenly she slows
and looks down at my breaking face
why do you cry? what did i say?
but it's just rain i smile
brushing my tears away...

i wish i could just stop
i know another moment will break my heart
too many tears
too many times
too many years i've cried over you

how much more can we use it up?
drink it dry?
take this drug?
looking for something forever gone
but something
we will always want?

why why why are you letting me go? she says
i feel you pulling back
i feel you changing shape...
and just as i'm breaking free
she hangs herself in front of me
slips her dress like a flag to the floor
and hands in the sky
surrenders it all...

i whish i could just stop
i know another moment will break my heart
too many tears
too many times
too many years i've cried for you
it's always the same
wake up in the rain
head in pain
hung in shame
a different name
same old game
love in vain
and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
away from home again...

[emily655321]

I post here way too much, :p but that Cure song just reminded me of another NIN...

"The Fragile" -- Nine Inch Nails

She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters when everything is meaningless

Fragile
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away

I won't let you fall apart

She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
Hoping someone can see
If I could fix myself I'd... but it's too late for me

I wont let you fall apart

We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
But they keep waiting...
And picking...

It's something I have to do
I was there, too
Before everything else
I was like you

[Koa]

I know that one...well, heard it. I'll get into NIN sooner or later I think...

I strangely can't think of any lyrics to post at the moment...I'll be back.

[emily655321]

The new NIN CD is going to be just Trent on the instruments, plus Dave Grohl (from the Foo Fighters and Nirvana) on Drums. :banana: Who would have ever paired those two up? I think it'll be great. I read an interview where Trent said Dave added so much, and it's better than he thought it would be. It's about darn time for a new album!

(Oh, indulge me. :p I have no one else to tell.)

[seeker]

It's hard to wake up,
When the shades have been pulled shut.
This house is haunted, its so pathetic, it makes no sense at all.
I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away.
If this stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day.

So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time.
You gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when you're dead and gone,
Will you remember this night?
Twenty years now lost.
It's not right.

Their anger hurts my ears.
Been running strong for seven years.
Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them.
It makes no sense at all.
I see them every day.
We get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants, and it's what she wants,
Then why is there so much pain?

So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time.
You gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when you're dead and gone,
Will you remember this night?
Twenty years now lost.
It's not right.

So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time.
You gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when your dead and gone,
Will you remember this night?
Twenty years now lost.
It's not right.

Its not right (x3)

[Koa]

Some more Smiths... I love their lyrics.

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad
So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time
Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

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Ask

Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to

So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me - I won't say "no" - how could I?

Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in
Life you'd like to

So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me - I won't say "no" - how could I ?

Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bond, the Bond,
The Bond, the Bond, the Bond, the Bond,
The Bond
That will bring us together

Nature is a language - can't you read?
Nature is a language - can't you read?

SO, ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bond, the Bond,
The Bond, the Bond,
The Bond, the Bond,
The Bond,
That will bring us together

If it's not Love
Then it's the Bond
Then it's the Bond
That will bring us together

SO, ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME


(well ok the last part is not great)
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and...

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out


Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
who are young and alive,
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I want to see light,
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because It's not my home, It's their home
And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side,is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass I thought oh God,
my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
Just driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, Oh Lord
No I haven't got one.

And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side,is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

There is a light that never goes out...

[subterranean]

Yes..the Smiths rule..:D

[earth]

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself for your live telecast.

Coming live from my own theater room,
Beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
Which is suitable for a full view of an altered skyline.
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other
sentence.
My journalist ethic slips when I pass some offensive gestures.
Don't give me that ethical ****.
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable
american kids,
and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is.
That's exsactly how they attacked,
with a typically dark-skinned disney villain.
Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse
into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction.
Pregnant women could have protected their children;
wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal,
wondering if after it settles,
we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it
boils over,
but only on our own soil,
so the little boy holds a toy soldier,
and waits for the suit and tie to come home.
We're going to wait until he's older, though,
before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end.
I'll get a close-up of his head.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself while the stock markets crash.

The city is covered in inches of mud.
I see some other pictures of victims erupt.
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck,
leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding
hands,
to escape the brutal heat;
sometimes in groups of three.
The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people would
like to breath,
but all they say when all was said,
beyond the talking heads,
was the bloody dust with legs,
looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
All the hospitals overwhelmed,
volluntiers need to go the hell home.
Moments of silence for firefighters were interupted by cell
phones.
Who's going to make that call, to increas an unknown death
toll?
Someone we rally behind.
He's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll.
We'd cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath
control.
The less we know, the more they fabricate,
the easier it is to sell a soul.

(Man talking)
There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies
last.
Changes need to be made;
no more curbside baggage,
seven pm curfew,
racial profiling will continue with less *****ing.
We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant
scripture to quote,
remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much
wealthier.
So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.

We're selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on
TV.
Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties.
The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck,
'cause lots of things seem too sick.
I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music.
I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at,
which foot is right to kiss.
We don't really know who the culprit is yet,
but he looks like this.
We know who the heroes are,
they're not the xenophobes who act hard.
We taught the dog to squat,
how dare he do that **** in our own back yard.
They happen to scar our financial state,
and char our landscape.
Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn
tape?
While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats,

on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop
to provoke US angst.
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your suns in a
family huddle,
'cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score,
humanity struggles.
There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the
rubble;
some of them dug for answers in the mess,
but the rest were looking for trouble.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)

It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself.
Don't waive your rights with your flags.

[Taliesin]

I think that this song could be called neither pop nor rock, but it's authors are alive and musically active so I'll post it anyway:

Answer is the root of every question
(T.Urb, T.Urb)

Sometimes the world starts looking wrong
friends don't get along,
lovers lose each other.
Kingdoms and companies would fall.
You'd think that this is all,
and everything's a bother

Answer is the root of every question,
if you want to find the truth,
go from the blossoms to the seeds.
And then you wrap yourself into silence
and walk across the wind to find the door.
Looking through the keyhole
and what you see is not the world you saw before.
It's changing.

Sometimes if fly intends to fall,
you lose the way at all
to find you're in confusion.
Maybe that comes from being too small
you've gained and then it's all,
the end of all dellusions.

Answer is the root of every question,
if you want to find the truth,
go from the blossoms to the seeds.
And then you wrap yourself into silence
and walk across the wind to find the door.
Looking through the keyhole
and what it sees is not the you you knew before.
You're changing
Changing.

[bjortan]

Doesn't really work half as well on the page as in speakers, but what the heck...

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get outta here if you don't know:
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which side are YOU on?!?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke
When you asked how I was doing -
Was that some kind of joke?!?
All these people that you mention,
Yes, I know them - they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
So don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

[Taliesin]

I read an excerpt of the lyrics from a book. It was translated but I loved it.
Can anyone post the lyrics of the song. The author is Chris Eckman.

[crisaor]

I think this is it:

The Walkabouts
The light will stay on

I go to sleep, before
the devil wakes
and I wake up, before
the angels take

all my worldly desires
all my yardsticks of fear

all my secrets untold
all my motives unclear

hangin' down in the fire
burnin' them higher
won't take them away from here

and long after we're gone
the light will stay on

and long after we're gone
the light will stay on

watched the city ... city of crows
watched them fly, watched
'em all flyin' low

out above the flood plain
just above the dirt road
they were hungry as winter,
hungry as us
not afraid to be flyin', not
afraid to be lost

and long after we're gone
the light will stay on

and long after we're gone
the light will stay on

and if you bury me, add
three feet to it
one for your sorrow, two
for your sweat
three for the strange
things we never forget

and long after we're gone
the light will stay on

and long after we're gone
the light will stay on

and long after we're safe
the lights will not fade

and long after we're safe
the lights will not fade

[andrea]

I like this one NO use for a name - let me down

She's never alone
Because she's scared of what she might say to herself
Always drinking in the backroom of the bar
Where everyone turns in
A half-hearted grin

She wont be afraid
As long as that prescription keeps on going through
And all the happy pills make her look like
A cardboard cut out of someone
I used to learn from

But on the phone
She's telling everyone
That there was a blue sky she left behind
And there's a place
That no one knows about
Away from integrity
She writes a book in her head that nobody will read

Whatever you say
Please don't talk about the time when she was young
Apparently that was a different person and
So long ago it's strange to me
There's no history

But there's a past
And she's telling everyone
It must be a garden that wouldn't grow
With roots of shame
Too sensitive to blame
Herself as we watch her drown
I can't save the queen without a kingdom or a crown

Somewhere in this lonely game of sypmathy
There is a selfish dream
That makes me sick
Standing on the high-wire while you're on the ground
To you what is dangerous
Ts safe and sound

You let me down

[Dunpeal]

"Spirit in Black"

Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream
Experience a life
Just like your mind thought not to be
Take a look through time
As past or present words to be
I rule this inferno
Enthroned for eternity

Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in Black till the journey's end

Spirits damned to rot
Amidst the brimstone fireballs
Eyes of the dead
Watching from their living walls
Broken glass reflections
Show your flesh eaten away
Beyond the gates I 'll take you
Where the blood forever rains

Afterlife confessions
Tell me who you used to be
Looking on in wonder
As I show you it was me
Burning from within
You know one spark is all it takes
Hear the piercing cries of all
Who found that hell awaits

Living nightmare can't you see
You really have no choice
Faded memories haunt you
Listen closely to my voice
Feed me all your hatred
Empty all your thoughts to me
I can fill your emptiness
with immortality

Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream
Experience a life just like your mind thought not to be
Take a look through time
As past or present worlds to be
I rule this inferno
Enthroned for eternity

[Kirsty]

OK, there is much deep thought and philosophy in here but I am afraid I will lighten the mood a little and add the lyrics of one of my favorite songs :D as I feel the same way as mentioned in the song so many times:

Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you.
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.

[/CENTER]

This refrain drives me insane!!
There is a bank here that has ripped this off as the basis of their latest advertising campaign. Used in the TV ads and even on the sides of buses. Wasn't sure if it was even a real song, but it is really catchy and kind of spooky!! Who sings it? I am sure the version that you listen to sounds better though!!

The phrase that I love is from the Chet Baker song, My Funny Valentine,

"My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine, you make me smile with my heart."

Although, some of the other lines are kind of mean, but in the sweetest way!!!

[Sniper15]

Punk and Metal suck hard core. Good Charlotte is straight up crap. :thumbs_up Rap is retards attempting poetry.

[amuse]

ExCUSE You???

i get really tired of the rap bashing. and the lack of tolerance on this forum. i'm not going into the whole rhyme/rhythm thing again, because it's been discussed before.

furthermore, my boyfriend and his best friend - both rappers, writers, dj's and producers - are not retards. neither are the people who come into their studio - i've heard their music.

AND i don't see you singling out anyone else who MAKES the music, except in rap - the other music you single out for the genre itself. this is an implicit stab at black people; whether you meant it to read like this or not, it does:
Rap is retards attempting poetry.i am not a retard. my family is not retarded. black people are not retards. you really need to think before you THINK.


and here Scheherazade was trying to lighten the mood.

[crisaor]

amuse, c'mon, that guy thinks Dave Matthews is the best lyricist in the world, how serious can his opinion be?

[Sniper15]

Saying rap sucks isn't a race issue at all. I'm black and say it sucks. You should be ashamed of bringing race into this. You are making a rash stereotype which offends me. I am black and don't like rap. I think that any song where the singer has to excessivly swear to get their point across is garbage. Most rap songs also have no depth to them, their is enough violence and swearing in the real world for me; i don't need to hear about it in my music. I honestly think that saying rap is bad is an attack againts black people is extremely irrational and comepletly innapropriate. I know many fellow blacks like myself that are fans of other types of music. I don't see the skill required in rap, their are no instruments being played, everything is filter in the studio for a sound that can't usually be recreated live. Saying rap sucks is not a stab against black people, you should be ashamed for degrading blacks like you did in your previous post.

[amuse]

again, you wrote "retards." and not all rap artists swear, fyi. and my boyfriend's brother likes classical, fyi again. his mother like's 70's music and country. my father and brother's like just about everything but metal.
regardless!:

i am not degrading black people. :confused: :confused: you need to reread my post obviously. and perhaps yours. you degraded the persons, not the music. rap artists are predominately black, and again, it was a blanket statement about the artists, not the genre. how offensive is that???

good point, crisaor.

[Sniper15]

ExCUSE You???

i get really tired of the rap bashing. and the lack of tolerance on this forum. i'm not going into the whole rhyme/rhythm thing again, because it's been discussed before.

furthermore, my boyfriend and his best friend - both rappers, writers, dj's and producers - are not retards. neither are the people who come into their studio - i've heard their music.

AND i don't see you singling out anyone else who MAKES the music, except in rap - the other music you single out for the genre itself. this is an implicit stab at black people; whether you meant it to read like this or not, it does:i am not a retard. my family is not retarded. black people are not retards. you really need to think before you THINK.


and here Scheherazade was trying to lighten the mood.

No where do i refer to black people as "retards" since i am one. Saying rap sucks is not a stab at black people, saying classical sucks would not be a stab at white people. Rappers are predominately black, i will give you that, but i could care less about race i don't like the brand of music. It could be black people, white people, asians, green, etc. Race meens nothing to me i am black and have seen racism and am not a racist in anyway. Perhaps, your boyfriend is a "musician" but most rappers in my opinion aren't. This was never a race issue and i honestly don't know how you could possibly see this as a race issue.

I also see no skill in rap. Could you explain where the skill is? Anyone can say rhymes extremely fast. Most rappers don't write their own music which also shows a lack of skill. In other music you see instrumental skill, actual knowledge of music theory etc. I see none of this in rap. And most rappers do swear and have severely innapropriate content. Next time you are at Best Buy walk through the rap section and see how many of the cds in that section have a parental warning. When i listen to music i don't want to hear about violence, rape, and vulgar language. Are rapeprs poets? Maybe, but not musicians and not in most cases not very good poets.

[hmmm]

Mad Season - Wake up Lryics by layne staley

Wake up young man
its time to wake up
your love affair
has got to go
for ten long years
for ten long years
the leaves to rake up
slow suicides no way to go
blue clouded grey
your not a crack up
dizzy and weakened by the haze
movin onward
so an infection not a phase

The cracks and lines
from where you gave up
they make an easy man to read
for all the times you let them bleed you
for little peace from god you plead
and beg for little peace from god you plead

wake up young man
its time to wake up
your love affair has got to go
for ten long years
for ten long years
the leaves to rake up
slow suicides no way to go
slow suicides no way to go

[amuse]

well, as you note, sniper you didn't bash the rap. you blanket-statment bashed the retards. and there are very few polka-dotted people making rap music.

i'm very well aware that there is a lot of swearing in rap music. i listen to it 75% of the time i'm in my bf's car. but there are, and have always been, rappers who do not swear.

maybe you don't see skill in it, but i would be hard-pressed to talk 5 miles a minute with any degree of enunciation. and i can't rhyme for crap. i think most rhymed poems suck, honestly, so given that musicians - and i do name rappers among them - can make rhymes sound Good is a very artful think, imho.

can i define skill? probably no better than anyone else, because i'd imagine it's both subjective and objective, but technical skill combined with art would be it. no i don't think chingy for example is artful. but i do think jay-z is brilliant. from what i understand he pretty much always freestyles, and has to have his stuff played back to know what he's said; i think that's extrememly innovative.

in any genre, you will have the poor, the mediocre, and the best. simply because many mediocre artists ulture get a lot of air play doesn't mean everyone in a genre is mediocre. there was a lot of crap on the radio in the 80's, but some very good stuff as well. if something doesn't strike your ears, it may simply not be for you. i personally don't like metal, but once dated a guy who did. i though slayer's line "a tourniquet around your neck" was fantastic.

[Sniper15]

There was a lot of truth in that post. Any rapper that freestyles and makes it sound good is skilled. I think it is a matter of taste and we shall agree to disagree.

[amuse]

okie dokie. :thumbs_up

[Helga]

My best friend said it was about me and when I read it I thought just how someone can understand me so well it frightens me,
this is my recent favourite:

HURT by NINE INCH NAILS

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of ****
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire or dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

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

[Dunpeal]

"Evil"


I was born in the cemetery
Under the sign of the moon
Raised from my grave by the dead
I was made a mercenary
In the legions of Hell
Now I'm king of pain, I'm insane

You know my only pleasure
is to hear you cry
I'd love to hear you cry
I'd love to feel you die
And I'll be the first
To watch your funeral
and I'll be the last to leave
I'd love to hear you cry


And when you're down beyond the ground
I'll dig up your body again
And make love to shame
Oh lady cry, and say goodbye
Oh lady cry, and say goodbye

You've gotta say goodbye
'Cause I will eat your mind

[Helga]

Dunpeal, WOW that was a great lyric, do they have a web page with all there lyrics?

VOLCANO- by Damien Rice

Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
But that's all I need
Don't build your world around volcanoes melt you down
What I am to you is not real
What I am to you, you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea
Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth your back
Is that all you need?
Don't drag my love around volcanoes melt me down
What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for what I give to you
Is just what i'm going through
This is nothing new
No no just another phase of finding what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
And like a new disease she's still too young to treat
Volcanoes melt me down
She's still too young
I kissed your mouth
You do not need me


This is the most beutyful words in a lyric I have read:

No no just another phase of finding what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
And like a new disease she's still too young to treat

[bjortan]

Damien Rice is fantastic.

Stephin Merritt of the Magnetic Fields isn't half bad either:

PAPA WAS A RODEO
I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now

That I leave early in the morning
And I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
But maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause

Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play a guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo

The light reflecting off the mirror ball
Looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies

What are we doing in this dive bar?
How can you live in a place like this?
Why don't you just get into my car
and I'll take you away - I'll take that kiss now, but

Papa was a rodeo...

And now it's 55 years later
We've had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me

Papa was a rodeo...

Before you kiss me you should know - Papa was a rodeo
What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too!






Or, short and sweet:

RENO, DAKOTA
Reno, Dakota
There's not an iota
Of kindness in you!
You know you enthrall me
And yet you don't call me
It's making me blue;
Pantone 292.

Reno, Dakota
I'm reaching my quota
Of tears for the year
Alas and alack
You just don't call me back
You have just disappeared
It makes me drink beer.

I know you're a recluse
You know that's no excuse
To me that's just a ruse
Do not play fast and loose with my heart

Reno, Dakota
I'm no Nino Rota
I don't know the score;
Have I annoyed you
Or is there a boy who -
Well, he's just a whore
I've had him before...
It makes me drink more.




Both songs off the amazing triple album "69 Love Songs".

[Dunpeal]

glad you liked those lyrics, Helga
it is October, hehe

I recommend going to http://stayheavy.iespana.es/stayheavy/kd_mf2.html# for more Mercyful Fate lyrics.. on the page of each album you'll find a Lyrics link.


[Hetfield/Hammett/Ulrich; performed by Metallica]

"The Thing That Should Not Be"

Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light
Hybrid children watch the sea
Pray for Father, roaming free
Fearless wretch
Insanity

He watches
lurking beneath the sea
Great Old One
forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Shadows is rising

Immortal
Crawling Chaos, underground
Cult has summoned, twisted sound
Out from ruins once possessed
Fallen city, living death
Fearless Wretch
Insanity
He watches
Lurking beneath the sea
Timeless sleep
has been upset
He awakens
Hunter of the Shadows is rising

Immortal
in madness you dwell
Not dead which eternal lie
Stranger eons Death may die
Drain you of your sanity
face The Thing That Should Not Be

Fearless wretch
Insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
Great Old One
Forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Shadows is rising
Immortal
in madness you dwell

[Monica]

I've been listening to R.E.M. for quite a long time but only recently did I discover the song At My Most Beautiful. It's just great!!!!!!!!!!

At My Most Beautiful

i've found a way to make you
i've found a way
a way to make you smile

i read bad poetry
into your machine
i save your messages
just to hear your voice
you always listen carefully
to awkward rhymes
you always say your name
like i wouldn't know it's you
at your most beautiful

i've found a way to make you
i've found a way
a way to make you smile

at my most beautiful
i count your eyelashes secretly
with every one whisper i love you
i let you sleep
i know you're closed eye watching me
listening
i thought i saw a smile

i've found a way to make you
i've found a way
a way to make you smile

[Jack_Aubrey]

Good Charlotte sucks by the way. The Weakerthans are legions better:

One Great City!:

late afternoon another day is nearly done

a darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
that hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor
and in the dollar store the clerk is closing up
and counting loonies trying not to say
i hate winnipeg

the driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
crowded riders' restlessness enunciates
the guess who suck, the jets were lousy anyway
the same mood every day
and in the turning lane
someone's stalled again
he's talking to himself
and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase
i hate winnipeg

up above us all,
leaning into sky
our golden business boy
will watch the north end die
and sing 'i love this town'
then let his arching wrecking ball proclaim:
"i...hate...winnipeg"

[subterranean]

Ow Monica, the song is beautiful. I almost shed a tear.


I've been listening to R.E.M. for quite a long time but only recently did I discover the song At My Most Beautiful. It's just great!!!!!!!!!!

At My Most Beautiful

i've found a way to make you
i've found a way
a way to make you smile

i read bad poetry
into your machine
i save your messages
just to hear your voice
you always listen carefully
to awkward rhymes
you always say your name
like i wouldn't know it's you
at your most beautiful

i've found a way to make you
i've found a way
a way to make you smile

at my most beautiful
i count your eyelashes secretly
with every one whisper i love you
i let you sleep
i know you're closed eye watching me
listening
i thought i saw a smile

i've found a way to make you
i've found a way
a way to make you smile

[Helga]

I love Jeff Buckley...

Last Goodbye

French part :
( Quoi ? qu'est ce que c'est ? / What ? what's this?
Qu'est ce que c'est piaf ? / What is piaf ?
Ah Paris ! Manger beaucoup le fromage ! / Ah Paris ! Eat a lot of cheese !
La la la la la last goodbye... )
This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then i'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know

This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all

Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

Did you say 'no, this can't happen to me,'
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didn't know him at all
You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that it's over... it's over

This is another one of his songs- I could post all of them they are so great but I'll rather advise you to check his website: jeffbuckley.com

Lilac Wine

I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree

I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be

When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you

Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Like my love

Listen to me, I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she, coming to me
Nearly here

Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Where's my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Where's my love

Listen to me, why is everything so hazy
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear

Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love
Feel unready, for my love.

[Bongitybongbong]

If we're doin lyrics then we can't miss Don't Tread On Me- Metallica


Don't Tread On Me

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
never begins it, never, but once engaged...
never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage

don't tread on me

so be it
threaten no more
to secure peace is to prepare for war
so be it
settle the score
touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

don't tread on me

love it or leave it, she with the deadly bite
quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike
shining with brightness, always on surveillance
the eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance

don't tread on me

so be it
threaten no more
to secure peace is to prepare for war
so be it
settle the score
touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

don't tread on me

so be it
threaten no more
to secure peace is to prepare for war

liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
once you provoke her, rattling on her tail

so be it
threaten no more
to secure peace is to prepare for war
so be it
settle the score
touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

don't tread on me

[jessw]

i seen damien rice live at U of T 2 years ago and it was my first concert and surprisingly i love his music the concert was awsome so yeah i just wanted to share that peice

[kilted exile]

Fifty Years From Now - Dick Gaughan

It's hard times in the cities,
And its hard times on the land,
But the stockbrokers and bankers,
Say that things are looking grand,
The economy's on the upturn,
And they've made a solemn vow,
That we'll feel the benefits,
In, maybe fifty years from now

Fifty years from now,
Maybe fifty years from now,
We'll be ankle deep in gold dust,
Fifty years from now,
Stop this selfish whining,
Look for the silver lining,
Prosperity's around the corner,
fifty years from now

The government has done its best,
to bring prosperity,
But all its work is threatened,
by the likes of you and me,
If we're to be competitive,
It just cant be ignored,
That eating is a luxury,
We simply cant afford

Fifty years from now,
Maybe fifty years from now,
It'll all be milk and honey,
Fifty years from now,
In the meantime keep your trap shut,
And bear it with a grin,
And do your starving gracefully,
Or else they'll run you in

The butters piled in mountains,
We're producing far too much,
But we cant afford to buy a bit,
To spread upon our crusts,
The seas are full of fish,
That the fishing fleets could catch,
But if they did the EEC,
Would make them throw them back

Fifty years from now,
Maybe fifty years from now,
Tell the gas board that you'll pay the bill,
Fifty years from now,
If you're old or on the dole,
Then I know you'll be consoled,
By the thought that it'll be much better,
Fifty years from now

We cant go building hospitals,
We need the cash for guns,
Our generals and admirals,
Must have their bit of fun,
And schools dont bring the profits back,
Like nuclear guns and tanks,
That's why the country's overrun,
By missile toting yanks

Fifty years from now,
Maybe fifty years from now,
We'll be blackened heaps of cinders,
Fifty years from now,
If we let them have their way,
Without fighting back today,
There'll be nothing left worth fighting for,
In fifty years from now

[jessw]

"October"~Evanescence

I can't run anymore,
I fall before you,
Here I am,
I have nothing left,
Though I've tried to forget,
You're all that I am,
Take me home,
I'm through fighting it,
Broken,
Lifeless,
I give up,
You're my only strength,
Without you,
I can't go on,
Anymore,
Ever again.

My only hope,
(All the times I've tried)
My only peace,
(To walk away from you)
My only joy,
My only strength,
(I fall into your abounding grace)
My only power,
My only life,
(And love is where I am)
My only love.

I can't run anymore,
I give myself to you,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
In all my bitterness,
I ignored,
All that's real and true,
All I need is you,
When night falls on me,
I'll not close my eyes,
I'm too alive,
And you're too strong,
I can't lie anymore,
I fall down before you,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

My only hope,
(All the times I've tried)
My only peace,
(To walk away from you)
My only joy,
My only strength,
(I fall into your abounding grace)
My only power,
My only life,
(And love is where I am)
My only love.

Constantly ignoring,
The pain consuming me,
But this time it's cut too deep,
I'll never stray again.

My only hope,
(All the times I've tried)
My only peace,
(To walk away from you)
My only joy,
My only strength,
(I fall into your abounding grace)
My only power,
My only life,
(And love is where I am)
My only love,
My only hope,
(All the times I've tried)
My only peace,
(To walk away from you)
My only joy,
My only strength,
(I fall into your abounding grace)
My only power,
My only life,
(And love is where I am)
My only love.

[Helga]

I love Evanescence
here is one of my fave by Amy

tourniquet

i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
i lay dying
and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will i be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide

[Rechka]

I love this one.

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay,
were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
as the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.

And all I taught her was everything.
I know she gave me all that she wore
and now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds
of what was everything
All the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play.
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
And twisted thoughts that spin round my head...
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning.
How quick the sun can drop away...
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
of what was everything
All the pictures had all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad, turned my world to black
tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be..

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be the sun
in somebody else's sky, but why
why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?

[Aloysius]

This lylic of Lou Reed is not dark and immoral so that I can feel symphathy with it, though I also like lylics of "Walk on the Wild Side" and "Vicious."

It is dedicated his master, Delmore Schwartz.

Lou Reed "My House" from Blue Mask

The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
my house is very beautiful at night

My friend and teacher occupies a spare room
he's dead, at peace at last the wandering Jew
Other friends had put stones on his grave
he was the first great man that I had ever met

Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board
to dial a spirit, across the room it soared
We were happy and amazed at what we saw
blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore

Delmore, I missed all your funny ways
I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said
My Dedalus to your Bloom, was such a perfect wit
and to find you in my house makes things perfect

I really got a lucky life
my writing, my motorcycle and my wife
And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry
is living in this stone and wood house with me

The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
our house is very beautiful at night

Our house is very beautiful at night
our house is very beautiful at night
Our house is very beautiful at night

[Helga]

like I've said I love Buckley

Jeff Buckley
Lover, You Should've Come Over

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

[Bongitybongbong]

Death Metal is amazing like You're Better Off Dead by Children of Bodom.

Alright!

Hey, what's the matter with you, whatcha tryin' to do?
We're wrecking our brains, and I don't get it
Did I ever hurt you in any way?
If I did then hear my apology: **** you!
I'd give anything to batter you down all the way to six feet under
And why on earth should I stop until I see your ******* *** drop?
Mind your own business and leave mine alone
Take a look in the real world for a sec
It's a hell for heroes and heaven for fools
It makes you the luckiest bastard on the earth
In the prejudiced mind you narrow yourself in
I am the servant while you're the king

Tomorrow is a better day to be
You're better off dead than ******* with me
What if there ain't no tomorrow?
Well let me tell you, there wasn't one today

Hey! Would you love me to death, to where noone has gone?
You're the only one for me in this weak flesh and blood!

In the prejudiced mind you narrow yourself in
I am the servant while you're the king!

Oh, ya gotta get me out!
Tomorrow is a better day to be
You're better off dead than ******* with me
What if there ain't no tomorrow?
Well let me tell you, there wasn't one today

[baddad]

Hmmmmmm? Death Metal. Reminds me of O.J. Simpsons email address:

www.forwardslash/forwardslash/forwardslash/forardslash/etc.

[mono]

Hyper-ballad
by Björk

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It's become a habit
A way to start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

It's real early morning
No-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off

I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

Safe up ( here with you ) ...

[Molko]

Placebo, 36 Degrees:

We were tied,
but it falls apart
as silver turns to blue
waxing with the candle light
and burning just for you
allocate your sentiments and stick it in a box
ive never been an extrovert,
but im still breathing

some one tried to do me ache

that's what im afraid of

heind sight
i was more than blind
lost without a clue
thought i was getting carrat gold
but what i got was you
stuck inside the circumstance
its lonley at the top
ive always been an introvert, happily bleeding

someone tried to do me ache...

that's what Im afraid of...

4,7,2,3,9,8,5 I gotta breath to stay alive
and 1,4,2,9,7,8 feels like Im gonna suffocate
14,16,22, skin that turns to blister blue...
shoulders, toes and knees
Im 36 degrees,
shoulders, toes and knees
Im 36 degrees...

[Sniper15]

Metal isn't music, it's noise.

[Psyche]

"Medicine Bottle" ~ Red House Painters

Giving into love
And sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery

I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swam across the sea
And it crosses my mind
That I may wake to a knife in me

No more breath in my hair
Or ladies' underwear
Tossed up over the alarm clock
Blood dripping from the bed
To a neatly written poem
A heartfelt last line reading:

"There is no more mystery
Is it going to happen my love?"

"There is no more mystery
Is it going to happen my love?"

It's all in my head, she said
Morning after nightmare
"You're building a wall," she said
"Higher than the both of us
So try living life
Instead of hiding in the bedroom
Show me a smile
And I'll promise not to leave you"

It happened under a rainy cloud
Passing through the dark south
We went into a big house
And slept in a small bed
I didn't know you then
As well as you of me
We talked of our sad lives
And we went off separately

And we went off separately
I found your overseas souvenirs
Holiday greeting cards
And some long forgot high school fears

"It's all in my head," I said
Banging a piano
I've not been so alone, I thought
Since kicking in the womb
I drank so much tea
I wrote my letters in Kanji
Around the block I walked and walked
Pretending you were with me

Not wanting to die out here
Without you

The hurting never ends
Like birthdays and old friends
We forget that this flesh blood and bone is human
Trading phone lines for airlines
Unwilling to face
That love is found on the inside
Not the outside

And like a medicine bottle
In the cabinet I'll keep you
And like a medicine bottle
In my hand I will hold you

And swallow you slowly
As to last me a lifetime
Without holding too tight
I do not want to lose
The thrill that it gives me
To look out from my window
And scowl at the houses
From my world in the bedroom

"It's all in his head," she read
In her girlfriend's self-help book
"It's all his own making
A war with himself
Like two sides of a war
That separates two countries
He shuts out the world
And wants only to love you"

Not wanting to die out here
Without you

Not wanting to die out here
Without you

[mono]

Writing To Reach You
by Travis

Every day I wake up and it's Sunday
Whatever's in my eye won't go away
The Radio is playing all the usual
And what's a Wonderwall anyway

Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
Cause I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
Only want to teach you
About you
But that's not you

It's good to know that you are home for Christmas
It's good to know that you are doing well
It's good to know that you all know I'm hurting
It's good to know I'm feeling not so well

Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
Cause I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
Only want to teach you about you
But that's not you
Do you know it's true
But that won't do

Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday
And whatever's in my eye should go away
But still the radio is playing all the usual
And what's a wonderwall anyway

Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
Cause I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you
Only want to teach you
About you
But that's not you
Do you know it's true
But that won't do
And you know it's you
I'm talking to

[atiguhya padma]

Aisha by Death in Vegas

Aisha
We've only just met
And I think you ought to know
I'm a murderer
Babies need blood

I have a portrait on my wall
He's a serial killer
I thought he wouldn't escape
Aisha
He got out

<Musical interlude>

We live in a cemetary
A cold and damp place
And science runs through us
Making us Gods

The rules are all Wrong
Every borrusion (??) is justified
They honestly believe dead bodies
Anything goes around here

<Musical Interlude>

I still want to to be human again
What am I?
What am I?
I'm a murderer

<Mosh bit and funky electro beats, as featured in a Jack Dee program>

Aisha
I'm confused
Aisha
I'm vibrating

<Being sick>

I'm a murderer
The Gods all suck

<Scream>

<Silence>

<More scream>

<End>

[Helga]

I love you anyways by Travis

You were on my mind
inside the cinema
you looked so beautiful
I almost had to go
and when I got outside
I thought of you again
I think you should be framed
in some Fine Art gallery
I know you'd disagree with me
but I love you anyways
and should I climb high my
dreary city walls
they make me feel so small
oh let me fade away
this city's so cold and old
forever rain or snow
I'd really love to come and go
oh won't you stay with me
I know you'd disagree with me
I just know you'd disagree
but I love you anyways
you were on my mind
inside the cinema
you looked so beautiful
I almost dried an eye
and when I got outside
I caught the 44
it dropped me outside my front door
forgot what I'd been living for

[Jay]

though Within Temptation are neither pop nor rock :)

Withing Temptation - Neverending Story

Armies have conquered
And fallen in the end
Kingdoms have risen
Then buried by sand
The Earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
She puts us to sleep and
In her light we'll awake
We'll all be forgotten
There's no endless fame
But everything we do
Is never in vain

We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?

Forests and deserts
Rivers, blue seas
Mountains and valleys
Nothing here stays
While we think we witness
We are part of the scene
This never-ending story
Where will it lead to?
The earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
But she is also a part
A part of the tale

We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began.

[subterranean]

Ash among artists and musicians...what could be more fun than that ;)




furthermore, my boyfriend and his best friend - both rappers, writers, dj's and producers - are not retards. neither are the people who come into their studio - i've heard their music..

[mono]

Nightswimming - REM

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday.

Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.

The photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

[Monica]

Nightswimming - REM

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.



I love REM!!!!! Although sometimes it's difficult to understand what Michael Stipe means... Here's a pretty good one:

R.E.M. I'll Take The Rain


The rain came down
The rain came down
The rain came down on me.
The wind blew strong
The summer's song
Fades to memory.

I knew you when
I loved you then
The summer's yawn, now hopeless.
You laid me bare
You marked me there
The promises we made.

I used to think, as birds take wing,
They sing through life, so why can't we?
We cling to this, and claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain.

The nighttime creases
Summer schemes
And stretches out to stay.
The sun shines down
You came around
You loved the easy days.

But now the sun,
The winter's come.
I wanted just to say
That if I hold
I'd hoped you'd fold And open up inside, inside of me.

I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life, so why can't we?
We cling to this, and claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain.

This winter's song
I'll sing along
I've searched its still refrain
I'll walk alone
If given this,
Take wing, and celebrate the rain.

I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life, so why can't we?
We cling to this, and claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain.

[crisaor]

Morrisey
Why don't you find out for yourself?

The sanest days are mad
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the price
Very closely

Some men here
They have a special interest
In your career
They wanna help you to grow
And then syphon all your dough
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass

You'll never believe me, so
Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goes

Some men here
They know the full extent of
Your distress
They kneel and pray
And they say :
"Long may it last"

Why don't you find out for yourself ?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
Bad scenes come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goes

Don't rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And ... what do you do ?
Well ... you just sit there
I've been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don't have any skin
But that's just the way it goes

[mr.magical]

Ani DiFranco's 'Overlap' is a good one as well:

I search your profile for a translation
And I study the conversation like a map.
Cause I know there is strength in the differences between us.
I know there is comfort where we overlap.

Come here
Stand in front of the light
Stand still
So I can see your silouette
I hope
You have got all night
'Cause I'm not done looking,
No, I'm not done looking yet

Each one of us
Wants a piece of the action
You can hear it in what we say
You can see it in what we do
We negotiate with chaos
For some sense of satisfaction
If you won't give it to me
At least give me a better view

Come here
Stand in front of the light
Stand still
So I can see your silouette
I hope
You have got all night
'Cause I'm not done looking
No, I'm not done looking yet

I build each one of my songs
Out of glass
So you can see me inside of them
I suppose
Or you could just leave the image of me
In the backround, I guess
And watch your own reflection superimposed

I build each one of my days out of hope
And I give that hope your name
And I don't know you that well
But it don't take much to tell
Either you don't have the balls
Or you don't feel the same

Come here
Stand in front of the light
Stand still
So I can see your silouette
I hope
You have got all night
'Cause I'm not done looking
No, I'm not done looking yet

I search your profile for a translation
I study the conversation like a map
'Cause I know there is strength
In the differences between us
And I know there is comfort
Where we overlap

[subterranean]

Thinking about you - RADIOHEAD

Been thinking about you, your record's a hit
Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there
But I'm still no-one, and you're not a star
What do you care?

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
****, I still love you, still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care
When the other men are far, far better

All the things you got
All the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes and bribed the company
To come and see you, honey

I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep
These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet
But they don't know what I know, and why should you care
When I'm not there

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
****, I still love you, still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself, what do you care
When I'm not there

All the things you got, you'll never need
All the things you got, I'm planning to please you, please you

Been thinking about you...

[Musics]

hi allz... :) i'm tha newest here i guess! :))
so...

J. D. Morrison
Soft Parade


When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer,
Petition the lord with prayer,
Petition the lord with prayer,
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!!!

Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide

Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home

Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river

Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch

Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade

All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah

The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah

The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night

Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed

Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?

We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun

When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry.

i guess sone of ya have already read this, but this is kinda saying hi! by me :))

[subterranean]

Welcome musics :wave:

[Koa]

Hyper-ballad
by Björk

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It's become a habit
A way to start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you



I really like this one :)

[Koa]

The Cure - Untitled

Hopelessly drift
In the eyes of the ghost again
Down on my knees
And my hands in the air again
Pushing my face in the memory of you again
But I never know if it's real
Never know how I wanted to feel
Never quite said what I wanted to say to you
Never quite managed the words to explain to you
Never quite knew how to make them believable
And now the time has gone
Another time undone

Hopelessly fighting the devil
Futility
Feeling the monster
Climb deeper inside of me
Feeling him gnawing my heart away
Hungrily
I'll never lose this pain
Never dream of you again

[Monica]

I've been listening to this song for the last week almost non-stop. It's just amzing, the lyrics just stick in my mind the whole time. Here it goes:

Strange Currencies R.E.M.

I don't know why you're mean to me
When I call on the telephone
And I don't know what you mean to me
But I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out, I want to take you on

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine" all the time

The fool might be my middle name
But I'd be foolish not to say
I'm going to make whatever it takes,
Ring you up, call you down, sign your name, secret love,
Make it rhyme, take you in, and make you mine

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine" all the time, oh

I tripped and fell. Did I fall?
What I want to feel, I want to feel it now

You know with love come strange currencies
And here is my appeal:

I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance,
A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath
Just to fool myself, to catch myself, to make it real, real

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, "You will be mine" all the time, oh

These words, "You will be mine"
These words, they haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat, make me pray,
Say, love's confined, oh

[Rachy]

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls, one of my favourite songs!

And I’d give up forever to touch you
’cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that i’ll
Ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
’cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight

And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d
Understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t
Coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive

And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d
Understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d
Understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d
Understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

Queen: Don't stop me now!


Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world turning inside out yeah!
And floating around in ecstasy
So don’t stop me now don’t stop me
’cause I’m having a good time having a good time

I’m a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I’m a racing car passing by like lady godiva
I’m gonna go go go
There’s no stopping me

I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don’t stop me now I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don’t stop me now (’cause I’m havin’ a good time)
Don’t stop me now (yes I’m havin’ a good time)
I don’t want to stop at all

I’m a rocket ship on my way to mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I’m out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode

I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Don’t stop me don’t stop me
Don’t stop me hey hey hey!
Don’t stop me don’t stop me ooh ooh ooh (I like it)
Don’t stop me don’t stop me
Have a good time good time
Don’t stop me don’t stop me ah

I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don’t stop me now I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don’t stop me now (’cause I’m havin’ a good time)
Don’t stop me now (yes I’m havin’ a good time)
I don’t want to stop at all


and also Ironic by Alanis Morissette:

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It’s a black fly in your chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn’t it ironic... don’t you think?

Chorus:
It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought... it figures

Mr. play it safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
Well isn’t this nice...
And isn’t it ironic... don’t you think?

Repeat chorus

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you’re already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic... don’t you think?
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...

Repeat chorus

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

Lastly Aerosmith Don't want to miss a thing:

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you’re far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Don’t want to close my eyes
I don’t want to fall asleep
Cause I’d miss you baby
And I don’t want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I’d still miss you baby
And I don’t want to miss a thing

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I’m wondering what you’re dreaming
Wondering if it’s me you’re seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we’re together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever

Don’t want to close my eyes
I don’t want to fall asleep
Cause I’d miss you baby
And I don’t want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I’d still miss you baby
And I don’t want to miss a thing

I don’t want to miss one smile
I don’t want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time

Don’t want to close my eyes
I don’t want to fall asleep
Cause I’d miss you baby
And I don’t want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I’d still miss you baby
And I don’t want to miss a thing

Don’t want to close my eyes
I don’t want to fall asleep
I don’t want to miss a thing

Those are my four favourite songs! Just had to share that with you! Lol.

[Avalive]

We don't need no education
we don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them (personally,I perfer to replace them with us right here) kids alone
Hey teachers, leave them ( us ) kids a lone

All in all, you are just another brick in the wall
(repeat)

Pink Floyd / Marilyn Manson/ Korn
I love all three edtions of the song,espcially the one by MM

[Helga]

the above is great, I love Pink Floyd!

If Drinking Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will)
Written by R. Beresford and H. Sanders

The bars are all closed
It's four in the morning
Must have shut 'em all down
By the shape that I'm in
I lay my head on the wheel
And the horn begins honking
The whole neighborhood knows
That I'm home drunk again

And if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will
I can't hold out much longer
The way that I feel
With the blood from my body
I could start my own still
And if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will

These wild old bones they move slow
But so sure of their footsteps
As I trip on the floor
And lightly touch down
Lord it's been ten bottles
Since I tried to forget her
But the memory still lingers
Lying here on the ground


I found this lyric on some website, I have no idea how the song goes, I just fell for the words.

[chmpman]

Battle of Evermore

Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.

The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.

Oh the war is common cry, Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.

Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.

Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.

[kilted exile]

On my way back from nowhere now
Always tell by my breath somehow
There's no songs worth singing out there
The landscape of inspiration's so bare

No straight jacket on me

Eat my breakfast with employees
And they push this thing even further still
Which they knowingly try to kill

On the bright side
There's never been a right side
Of love to lay on
Remembered or forgotten

You keep it coming, you pour it on
This conclusion is not forgone
When I get lost inside a dream
You know it's time to scrub and to quarantine

On the bright side
There's never been a right side
Of life to live on
Remembered or forgotten

On the bright side
The morning kills the night time
Your life is your time
Yesterday's just a past time

[Molko]

Inertiatic Esp
Mars Volta
(De-loused In The Comatorium)

now im loused
last night I heard lepors
flinch like birth defects
it's musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin
it said I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost
dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men
it said
I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost
are you peaking in the red
perforated at the neck
what of this mongrel architect
a broken arm of sewers set
past present and future tense
clipside of the pinkeye fountain
now I'm lost
it's been said
long time ago
you'll be the first and last to know
you'll never know

[Koa]

Duran Duran - Ordinary World

Came in from a rainy Thursday
On the avenue
Thought I heard you talking softly

I turned on the lights, the TV
And the radio
Still I can't escape the ghost of you

What has happened to it all?
Crazy, some are saying
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away

But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

Passion or coincidence
Once prompted you to say
"Pride will tear us both apart"
Well now pride's gone out the window
Cross the rooftops
Run away
Left me in the vacuum of my heart

What is happening to me?
Crazy, some'd say
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away

But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

Papers in the roadside
Tell of suffering and greed
Here today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news
Of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk

And I don't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

Every one
Is my world, I will learn to survive
Any one
Is my world, I will learn to survive
Any one
Is my world
Every one
Is my world

[wanderlust_ox]

Kuolema Tekee Taiteilijan

Kerran vain haaveeni nähdä sain
En pienuutta alla tähtien tuntenut
Kerran sain kehtooni kalterit
Vankina sieltä kirjettä kirjoitan

Luojani, luoksesi anna minun tulla siksi miksi lapseni minua luulee

Sinussa maailman kauneus
Josta kuolema teki minusta taiteilijan

Luojani, luoksesi anna minun tulla siksi miksi lapseni minua luulee

Oman taivaan tänne loin
Anna minun päästä pois



Which apparently translates into:

Death Makes Artists

Only once I could see my dream
Didn't feel the smallness under the stars
Once I got bars in my cradle
As a prisoner I write a letter from there

My Lord, to you, let me become what my child thinks I am
In you is the beauty of the world, of which death made me an artist
My Lord, to you, let me become what my child thinks I am

My own heaven I created here
Let me get away
My own heaven I created here
Let me get away

[Jay]

THANKS wanderlust! I finally know what is the song about! :banana:

[Koa]

who sings that??? it looks...finnish :eek:

[Koa]

Just recently downloaded this from my favourite Hungarian band, Bonanza Banzai... Very intriguing song, I wonder if it's originally by them but it seems so, I recognised it from hearing it at the dark/new wave parties down there but I didnt think it was by them... anyway... apparently the lyrics have something to do with Bertolt Brecht.

Evlyn Roe
Oh, come with us, Evlyn Roe
To Jesus's land that glows
With glory, oh, hallelujah
Do you wanna be clean?

Evlyn Roe, this beautiful girl
She wants to get to the Holy Land
Asks the captain if she can get onboard
And the captain says, babe you bet you can.

You'll pay with your body, you can keep your soul
And the sailors laugh as she steps through the door
And they dance all day and they dance all night
On the sea of sin, never to see the shore

Oh, come with us, Evlyn Roe
To Jesus's land that glows
With glory, oh, hallelujah
Do you wanna be clean?

Seasons go by and she begins to fade
And slowly she starts to understand
A beautiful body, poisoned with plague
Will never get to the Holy Land.

She gives in to the call of the sea
It's just the way she wants it to be
But she's too guilty for Heaven and too pure for Hell
Her soul is doomed for eternity.

[Jack_Aubrey]

Wishful Thinking-Wilco (Lyrics by Jeff Tweedy)


Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don't forget that your body will let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
What would we be without wishful thinking

Chambers of chains
With red plastic mouths
The inside of outside
No one has found
How to unring the bell
It's just as well

The turntable sizzles
Casting the spells
The pressure devices
Hell in a nutshell
Is any song worth singing
If it doesn't help

Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don't forget that your body can let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
'Cause what would love be without wishful thinking

Open your arms as far as they will go
We take off your dress
An embarrassing poem
Was written when I was alone
In love with you

I shook down those lines
To shine up the streets
I got up off my hands and knees
To thank my lucky stars that you're not me

What would we be without wishful thinking
What would we be without wishful thinking
What would we be without wishful thinking

[brighttears]

Disguising Mistakes With Goodbyes
by Emery
album: The Weak's End (2004)
just take it back (I feel)
they're only words (your hair)
we hold the tethers (through my)
we're here together (fingers)

we paint the night (every)
only to find (silk stand)
it's cracked and peeling (takes my)
each face revealing (breath a-)
what we don't say (-way)

let's take these lines and
draw ourselves out of here
this shipwreck
from set-sail
we'll map the stars
tonight they help to find a way
when all is said
words can breathe more life than death

the innocence that people share
touching on secrets and letting down hair

over and over let's not forget last time
i've kept the best parts and play them in my mind
this is tomorrow so take it or leave it

empty diaries
there's nothing to say
and we'll take the right steps
to keep these pages clean
you want the answers
i see them on your face
you need to know this is where the promise breaks

i can give you my answer
i can give you my answer
i can give you my answer
i can give you my answer

i know (i know)
if you stay (if you stay)
this will be (this will)
ours to take (be ours to take)

inside i (i feel)
am overwhelmed (so good)
from holding back (i want)
but know that this won't be forever (you for all my days, but tonight...)

i can't stay here
you can't ask me
just so you would know

[Mark F.]

Here's a short one by Waits, anything by Dylan and Waits is 100% pure poetry.

You can hang me in a bottle like a cat
Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat
Where the wailing of a baby
Meets the footsteps of the dead
We're all mad here

As the devil sticks his flag into the mud
Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd
Hell is such a lonely place
And your big expensive face will never last

And you'll die with the rose still on your lips
And in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips
And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine
We're all mad here

And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain
And we're all inside a decomposing train
And your eyes will die like fish
And the shore of your face will turn to bone

[kilted exile]

WRITE ME OFF (Slobberbone)
Communication's staticky but somehow you still find
Through all of my jackassery a reason not to mind
And this is not some act, no calculation on my part
I pretty good with endings, but I don't know where to start

It's one thing to have tolerance, another to have faith
I've tried my best to give you my worst, how much will you take?
How much time before you find such a ludicrous cause lost?
And what do I gotta do to help you write me off?
Write me off

With a need for recognition, I am just like anyone
It's your subsequent extension of attention that I shun
So don't await me to reciprocate, I won't pretend to try
I'm pretty good at faking, but I will not tell a lie

Be careful with your confidence, it might just be misplaced
For every good impression, how much bull**** gets replaced?
How much trust must I exhaust before your towel gets tossed?
Yeah, and what do I gotta do to help you write me off?
Write me off

Sooner more than later everyone gets figured out
And I am no exception, it's the suspense I can do without
I'd live on pins and needles if I weren't so full of holes
Some things don't hold water, I'm a slow leak but the pressure grows

It's not to idealistic, it's not some praiseworthy conceit
But it's a bit more realistic if I pre-admit defeat
And all I might suggest is expectations have their cost
Yeah and what do I gotta do to help you write me off?
Write me off.

[NNoah3]

"High Hopes" - Pink Floyd

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist growing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

[Pattie]

Hum, i simply love poems and music as well...
this is a song i like to sing, hihihi

Paralyzed - Cardigans
This is where your sanity gives in
and love begins
Never lose your grip
don't trip
don't fall
you'll lose it all
The sweetest way to die
It lies deep inside
you can not hide
it's the meanest fire
Oh, it's strange desire
you can not lie
that's a needless fight
When your blood runs dry
you're paralyzed
it will eat your mind
Did you hold it back?
It comes to you in slow attacks
It's the meanest fire

[Koa]

Garbage - Only Happy When It Rains

I’m only happy when it rains
I’m only happy when it’s complicated
And though I know you can’t appreciate it
I’m only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
Why it feels so good to feel so sad
I’m only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me

I’m only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
I’m only happy when it rains

I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn’t accidentally tell you that
I’m only happy when it rains
You’ll get the message by the time I’m through
When I complain about me and you
I’m only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour
You can keep me company
As long as you don’t care

I’m only happy when it rains
You want to hear about my new obsession
I’m riding high upon a deep depression
I’m only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains....pour some misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains...pour some misery down on me...pour some misery down on me...pour some misery down on me...pour some misery down on me

I've been having this song in mind for a week and it's not surprising... But only now I read it all for the first time and if read in the light of recent events it's quite spooky...

Pet Shop Boys - King's Cross

The man at the back of the queue was sent
To feel the smack of firm government
Linger by the flyposter, for a fight
It's the same story every night
I've been hurt and we've been had
You leave home, and you don't go back

Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way
Read it in a book or write it in a letter
Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee

Only last night I found myself lost
By the station called King's Cross
Dead and wounded on either side
You know it's only a matter of time
I've been good and I've been bad
I've been guilty of hanging around

Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way
Read it in a book or write it in a letter
Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee

So I went looking out today
For the one who got away
Murder walking round the block
Ending up in King's Cross
Good luck, bad luck waiting in a line
It takes more than the matter of time

Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way
Read it in a book or write it in a letter
Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee

Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way
Read it in a book or write it in a letter
Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee
And there's still no guarantee
There is still no guarantee

[red leaves]

I love "Suzanne" sang by leonard cohen,also its lyric poetry.


Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

[scruffy_danny]

I was thinking myself about posting something on Leonard Cohen. His poetry is so deep and totally captivates me.

I've decided to share with you some lyrics from Simon and Garfunkel. Every time I hear this song, it just makes me want to sit in the garden with a glass of wine and read some Robert Frost.

It’s a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives

And you read your emily dickinson,
And I my robert frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we’ve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You’re a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.
- Dangling Conversation, Simon and Garfunkel

[EMB]

I find lyrics to be endlessly fascinating, from the obviously crude to the sublime to the...strange.

This is one of my favorites, from THE DOORS(1967), flip side of the "Light My Fire" single, "The Crystal Ship." Works fine on its own, and of course wonderfully with the understated music:

"Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again


Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line."

ED

[blp]

meaningless

Meaningless?
You mean it's all been meaningless?
Every whisper and caress?
Yes yes yes it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
like when two fireflies flouresce
Just like everything I guess
it was utterly meaningless
Even less
a little glimpse of nothingness
sucking meaning from the
rest of this mess
Yes yes yes it was thoroughly meaningless
and if some dim bulb should say
we were in love in some way
kick all his teeth in for me
and if you feel like keeping on kicking
feel free
Meaningless
Who dare say it wasn't meaningless?
Shout from the rooftops
and address the press
Ha ha ha it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
Meaning less than a game of chess
Just like your mother said
and mother knows best
I knew it all the time but now I confess
Yes yes yes how deliciously meaningless
Yes yes yes how effervescently meaningless
Yes yes yes how beautifully meaningless
Yes yes yes how profoundly meaningless
Yes yes yes how definatively meaningless
Yes yes yes how comprehensively meaningless
Yes yes yes how magnificently meaningless
Yes yes yes how incredibly meaningless
Yes yes yes how unprecedentedly meaningless
Yes yes yes how mind-blowingly meaningless
Yes yes yes how unbelievably meaningless
Yes yes yes how infinitely meaningless

- Stephin Merrett (The Magnetic Fields)

[dejosc]

tribute - tenacious d

This is the greatest and best song in the world... Tribute.


Long time ago me and my brother Kyle here,
we was hitchhikin' down a long and lonesome road.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon... in the middle... of the road.
And he said:
[sung]
"Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul." (soul)
[spoken]
Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other,
and we each said... "Okay."
[sung]
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Best Song in the World, it was The Best Song in the World.

He asked us: "(snort) Be you angels?"
And we said, "Nay. We are but men."
Rock!
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-ah-ah,
Ohhh, whoah, ah-whoah-oh!


This is not The Greatest Song in the World, no.
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember The Greatest Song in the World, no, no.
This is a tribute, oh, to The Greatest Song in the World,
All right! It was The Greatest Song in the World,
All right! It was the best mutha****in' song the greatest song in the world.
[2-part skat]
[spoken]
And the peculiar thing is this my friends:
the song we sang on that fateful night it didn't actually sound
anything like this song.
[sung]
This is just a tribute! You gotta believe me!
And I wish you were there! Just a matter of opinion.
Ah, ****! Good God, God lovin',
So surprised to find you can't stop it.
[skat]
All right! All right!

[Sarah's_Chanson]

I thought that exact same thing about songs being poems this morning when I read the English lyrics to my three favourite Il Divo songs. They aren't exactly rock, more of pop/opera but the lyrics are amazing.

Nella Fantasia-In Fantasy

In the fantasy I see a just world
Everyone lives in peace and honesty
The dream of souls that are always free
Like the clouds that fly
Full of humanity in the depths of the soul
In the fantasy I see a clear world
The night is also less dark there
The dream of souls that are always free
Like the clouds that fly full of humanity
In the fantasy there is a a warm wind that exists
Which blows on the city like a friend
The dream of souls that are always free
Like the clouds that fly
Full of humanity in the depths of the soul

Passera-It Will Pass

Songs don't write themselves
But they are born
From the things that happen
Every day around us
There are enough songs for you to pick (one)
There is also one for you
(you) Who makes life too much hard work
And (you) who never even smiles
Songs are gipsies and steal poetry
They deceive you like pills of happiness
Songs don't cure love and illnesses
But they give us that small pain that exists
It will pass, it will pass
If a boy and a guitar are like them
Like you, in cities
To look at this life which doesn't go
Which kills us with illusions
And with the age of the songs
It will pass over us
We will all end up in a bank sooner or later
Why not, and who knows
And the anguish of a rich poverty
To speak of the love affairs that you never had
To sing a song that you don't know how it goes
Because you have them lost within
And your memories alone will pass
In a world of automobiles
And of great speed
For the one who always arrives last
And for the one who says goodbye
For the one who beats the obstacles
In this diversity songs are fireflies
That sing in the darkness
It will pass sooner or later
This small pain that is in you
That is in me, that is in us
And it makes us feel like sailors
At the mercy of the wind and of the nostalgia
To sing a song that you don't know how it goes
But that small pain that is hatred or that is love will pass
It will pass, it will pass
Even if you will only sing la la la
It will pass, it will pass and a song will serve as something
If your small pain
That is hatred or that is love will pass

Ti Amero-I Will Love You

The night slips upon the world
That falls asleep
And the moon will dress in silver
The sea and the city
And you will be missing me
Much more
How much you don't know
I continue to believe that
We are one soul you and I
I will love you nevertheless, I know
Even if you are not with me
I will love you
I will carry you with me in the sun
In the dreams that I will make
I will steal the colours of the morning
And a clear sky
Upon which I will paint your face
And I will smile
I continue to believe that
We are one soul you and I
I will love you nevertheless, I know
Even if you are not with me
I will carry you with me
You are missing me more than ever tonight
How much you don't know
I continue to believe that
We are one soul you and I
I will love you nevertheless, I know
Even if you are not with me
I will love you

[subterranean]

One of my all time Floyd favs




"High Hopes" - Pink Floyd

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist growing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

[Koa]

:D:D:D


the dresden dolls - coin operated boy

coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....

coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go and i'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy......

this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i'm dying to lose it...
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.

and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.

[PistisSophia]

If this has already been posted; sorry.....

"(Don't Fear) The Reaper"

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...
Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday... Like Romeo and
Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine
happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like
they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear we couldn't go on
The door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby... And we had no fear
And we ran to him... Then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye
We had become like they are
We had taken his hand
We had become like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Blue Oyster Cult

This song has many different versions, but this is the one I like best; sung by the late Sandy Denny of Fairport Convention, who died at age 31, 1978 of a massive brain hemorrhage.

Mattie Groves

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear.

And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd.

“Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light.”

“Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight,
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnell's wife.”

“What if I am Lord Darnell's wife? Lord Darnell's not at home.
For he is out in the far cornfields, bringing the yearlings home.”

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
He swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set.

And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran,
And when he came to the broad mill stream, he took off his shoes and swam.

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep.
When he awoke, Lord Darnell he was standing at his feet.

Saying “How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets?
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?”

“Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep.”

“Well, get up, get up,” Lord Darnell cried, “get up as quick as you can!
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man.”

“Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket-knife.”

“Well it's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse.”

“And you will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man.
I will strike the very next blow, and I'll kill you if I can.”

So Matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt Lord Darnell sore.
Lord Darnell struck the very next blow, and Matty struck no more.

And then Lord Darnell he took his wife and he sat her on his knee,
Saying, “Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?”

And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
“I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you and your finery.”

Lord Darnell he jumped up and loudly he did bawl,
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall.

“A grave, a grave!” Lord Darnell cried, “to put these lovers in.
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin.”

(Copyright © 1969 Warlock Music)

Yeah, c'mon

When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, yeah

When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside

The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends
"Alive!" she cried
Waitin' for me
Outside!

Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground

I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today

What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down

I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it...
We want the world and we want it...
Now
Now?
Now!

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus!
Save us!

So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end!

[Scatterbrain]

Pink Floyd - Echoes

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb toward the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
And no one speaks and no one tries
And no one flies around the sun

Now this is the day you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Comes streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

[Wendigo_49]

Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald




The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.

[Satine]

Dejosc, BRAVO on the Tenacious D!

I've had this CD for quite a while but I've been listening to that one for two days straight now, and I just looked this thread and saw you put "Tribute" up there. I love them...and the dialogue in between songs is priceless...

"But I told you to put the bendy thing in there!!!"

"Oh yeah, you did...sh*t!"...LOL.

[Natalie]

I'll name three musical artists who I think have great, poetic lyrics - so good I'm not sure I can pick specific favorite songs at the moment:

Bob Dylan (obvious)
Dar Williams
Coldplay

[Scatterbrain]

The bands that have the kind of lyrics I love: (not in any order)

Pink Floyd
Radiohead
Placebo
Joy Division
Sonic Youth
David Bowie
Patti Smith
The Cure
Manic Street Preachers

Especially Smith's lyrics are very poetic
Well, they *are* poems, really

[Monica]

Ok, I know that write about U2 the whole time (good for you that you don't know me, because I also talk about them all the time. I just can't help it :D) so my opinion is subjective but I really think that this song (just like a lot of others by them :)) has exceptional lyrics:

U2 - Acrobat

Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy
When I first met you girl
You had fire in your soul
What happened your face
Of melting in snow
Now it looks like this

And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down

No, nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd hit out
If you only knew who to hit
And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'cause I need it now

To take a cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
I can't let you go
I must be an acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down

Oh, it hurts baby
(What are we going to do now it's all been said)
(No new ideas in the house and every book has been read)

And I must be an acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out
You can build
And I can will
And you can call
I can't wait until
You can stash
And you can seize
In dreams begin
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
And I know that the tide is turning 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down

[veronic]

Scatterbrain, I totally agree with you about Pink Floyd's lyrics. 'Echoes' that you posted just sent shivers down my spine, without even having to recall the amazing music.

"Famous Blue Raincoat" - Leonard Cohen

it's four in the morning, the end of december
i'm writing you now just to see if you're better
new york is cold, but i like where i'm living
there's music on clinton street all through the evening.

i hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
you're living for nothing now, i hope you're keeping some kind of record.

yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear
did you ever go clear?

ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
you'd been to the station to meet every train
and you came home without lili marlene

and you treated my woman to a flake of your life
and when she came back she was nobody's wife.

well i see you there with the rose in your teeth
one more thin gypsy thief
well i see jane's awake --

she sends her regards.

and what can i tell you my brother, my killer
what can i possibly say?
i guess that i miss you,
i guess i forgive you
i'm glad you stood in my way.

if you ever come by here, for jane or for me
your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
i thought it was there for good so i never tried.

and jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear --

sincerely, l. cohen

[Padan Fain]

Just the right Bullets - Tom Waits

There is a light in the forest
There's a face in the tree
I'll pull you out of the chorus
And the first one's always free

You can never go a hunting
With just a flintlock and a hound
You won't go home with a bunting
If you blow a hundred rounds

It takes much more than wild courage
Or you'll hit just the tattered clouds
You must have just the right bullets
And the first one's always free

You must be careful in the forest
Broken glass and rusty nails
If you're to bring back something for us
I have bullets for sale

Why be a fool when you can chase away
Your blind and your gloom
I have blessed each one of these bullets
And they shine just like a spoon

To have sixty silver wishes
Is a small price to pay
They'll be your private little fishes
And they'll never swim away

I just want you to be happy
That's my only little wish
I'll fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon will have it's dish

And I shudder at the thought of your
Poor empty hunter's pouch
So I'll keep the wind from your barrel
And bless the roof of your house

[Natalie]

I LOVE that Tom Waits song.

[subterranean]

The classic Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen (A Night At The Opera)

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah, we will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows

[mono]

Earlier today, though originally composed on piano, I learned the below song on guitar. Having loved Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds for long now, I suppose I never noticed the depth of the lyrics to "Into My Arms;" parts of the song seemed always very religious to me, but I discovered a further message in the song (to me).

Into My Arms

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

(Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

[brighttears]

Watching someone stop breathing.
Feel their arms and palms releasing.
The color, the smell of the skin,
All of this with your fingerprints.
And there isn't a thing that they can do.

Drive drive drive drive,
I don't want to get caught.
We'll say, we'll say we're innocent.
And there is enough to prove we're not.
They will believe anything.
I'm packing all my clothes and never going to go home again.
There isn't one thing we forgot.
You'll see, we'll get away with this.

My jeans, your shoes, we'll throw away everything we used.
But there's still your worried mouth
To match your worried eyes.
The only two things left to find.

Drive drive drive drive,
I don't want to get caught.
We'll say, we'll say we're innocent.
And there is enough to prove we're not.
They will believe anything.
I'm packing all my clothes and never going to go home again.
There isn't one thing we forgot.
You'll see, we'll get away with this.

There's no compromise.
So remember this.
Your hands are lies.
It's too late for riffs.
We'll go home and close the door,
then pull the sheets up to our heads and sleep.
And there isn't a thing that they can do.

Drive drive drive drive,
I don't want to get caught.
We'll say, we'll say we're innocent.
And there is enough to prove we're not.
They will believe anything.
I'm packing all my clothes and never going to go home again.
There isn't one thing we forgot.
You'll see, we'll get away with this.

[Aurora Ariel]

When Doves Cry Lyrics

How can you leave me standing
alone in a world that is so cold?
Maybe I’m just too demanding.
Maybe I’m just like my father: too bold.
Maybe I’m just like my mother.
She’s never satisfied.
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
Yes, they cry, oh they cry.

How could you leave me standing
alone in a world that’s so cold?
Maybe I’m just too demanding.
Maybe I’m just like my father: too bold.
Maybe I'm just like my mother.
She’s never satisfied.
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry.

This is what it sounds like
This is what it sounds like
This is what it sounds like
Oh ah, oh ah

Dream, if you can, a courtyard, an ocean of violence in bloom.
Animals strike curious poses.
They feel the heat, the heat between me and you.
Maybe I'm just like my mother.
She’s never satisfied.

She’s never satisfied.
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.

Doves cry

You know that they cry
You know that they cry
You know that they cry
You know that they cry
You know that they cry
How could you leave me standing
( You know that they cry )
alone in a world that’s so cold?
( You know that they cry )
Maybe I’m just too demanding.
( You know that they cry )
Maybe I’m just like my father: too bold.
( You know that they cry )
Maybe I'm just like my mother.
( You know that they cry )
She’s never satisfied.
( You know that they cry )
Why do we scream at each other?
( You know that they cry )
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry.

I was watching this music video earlier, so decided to post these lyrics.

************************************************

[A Hard Rain]

Frankly, Bob Dylan does it for me. There are days when i'm listening to Bobby and i say, ****, this mother ****er ruined music for me. I try to play other tunes and artists but sometimes, they just don't measure up. His plethora of songs talks about everything from lust to prolific and profound observations, from a tickling of the senses to self-pity. Stories too. So, here is a not so acclaimed song of his that i was listening to when i came upon this thread. It doesn't carry the weight of so many of his songs... rather, I quote it for the reason that he did not need to be heavy, you want heavy listen to 'ballad of a thin man', 'its alright ma (i'm only bleeding),' 'a hard rain,' 'shelter from the storm' 'tangled up in blue,' 'visions of johana,'
there is too many, and to offset the weight there are songs like Peggy Day:

Peggy Day stole my poor heart away,
By golly, what more can I say,
Love to spend the night with Peggy Day.

Peggy Night makes my future look so bright,
Man, that girl is out of sight,
Love to spend the day with Peggy Night.

Well, you know that even before I learned her name,
You know I loved her just the same.
An' I tell 'em all, wherever I may go,
Just so they'll know, that she's my little lady
And I love her so.

Peggy Day stole my poor heart away,
Turned my skies to blue from gray,
Love to spend the night with Peggy Day.

Peggy Day stole my poor heart away,
By golly, what more can I say,
Love to spend the night with Peggy Day.
Love to spend the night with Peggy Day.

I really never felt a need to defend bob dylan with an acclaimed song of his, they speak for themselves. The truth is bob was known for more then just his amazing songs. His ability to plow through his past, and continually morph into a volatile being who would not be pinned down, no matter the measures, a jester of sorts, is another art he mastered. Bob Dylan was a true bard, and if you ever take the time to study him he is a rather dauntingly haunting figure. While you thought you knew yourself and had a grip on things; you thought you had some others beat, Dylan makes you look childish, infantile. And mr. dylan continues to weave a web of contradictions to speed bump your assumptions and failing thought.

Like the song lyrics above compared to 'It's alright ma (i'm only bleeding)'

[Koa]

I dont know how comes that I love the Foo Fighters... I have an acoustic version of Everlong which is so great...here are the words...

Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong

Tonight
I throw myself into
And out of the red, out of her head she sang

Come down
And waste away with me
Down with me

Slow how
You wanted it to be
I'm over my head, out of her head she sang
Chorus-

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
Verse 2-

Breathe out
So I could breathe you in
Hold you in

And now
I know you've always been
Out of your head, out of my head I sang
Chorus-

And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
Chorus-

And I wonder
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang

[NNoah3]

These are relatively new songs but I like them very much so I want to share with you. :nod:


"100 Years" by Fight For Fighting

I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live



"Live Like You Were Dyin'" by Tim McGraw

He said I was in my early 40's,
With a lot of life before me,
And a moment came that stopped me on a dime.
I spent most of the next days, lookin' at the x-rays,
Talkin' 'bout the options and talkin' 'bout sweet time.
Asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end.
How's it hit ya, when you get that kind of news.
Man what ya do.
And he says,

[Chorus]

I went sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I've been denying,
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.

He said I was finally the husband,
That most the time I wasn't.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have.
And all the sudden goin' fishing,
Wasn't such an imposition.
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.
Well I finally read the good book,
And I took a good long hard look at what I'd do
If I could do it all again.
And then.

[Chorus]

Like tomorrow was a gift and you've got eternity
To think about what you do with it,
What could you do with it, what can
I do with with it, what would I do with it.

[Chorus]
Sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'.
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.

To live like you were dyin'.
To live like you were dyin'.
To live like you were dyin'.
To live like you were dyin'.


"The Reason" by Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

[BooksRMyWeaknes]

My all time favourite songwriter is Jim Steinman. I know many people may not have heard of him, but you may know some of his songs (Bat Out Of Hell, Total Eclipse Of The Heart, It's All Coming Back To Me, and lyrics to Holding Out For A Hero and No Matter What).
I have literally grown up with all these songs, and I'll give a couple of examples from the top of my head of some favourite lyrics before I go!

"I can make the run and stumble/ I can make the final block/ I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle/ I can make all the stadiums rock!"
Air Supply, Making Love Out Of Nothing At All

"You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach/ You'll never drill for oil on a city street/ I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks/ But there ain't no coup deville hiding at the bottom of a crackerjack box"
Meat Loaf, Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad

"If an angel broke his wings, could he come to you for parts?/ I need a couple of wings, I need a reason to soar./ If the devil lost his fire, could he count on you for sparks."
Bonnie Tyler, Ravishing

"I've got a dream about an angel on the beach/ And the perfect waves are starting to come./ His hair is flying out in ribbons of gold/ And his touch, he's got the power to stun./ I've got a dream about an angel in the forest/ Enchanted by the edge of a lake./ His body's flowing in the jewels alive/ And the earth below him is starting to shake."
Fire Inc, Tonight is What It Means to Be Young, Streets of Fire OST

Good grief, is that the time?! Off I pop! :p

[Koa]

A bit of a classic but it moves me everytime I happen to hear it :bawling: :bawling: :bawling:

Cat Stevens - Father and Son

Father:
It's not time to make a change
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want, you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy

I was once like you are now
And I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found
Something going on
But take your time, think a lot
I think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not

Son:
How can I try to explain
When I do he turns away again
And it's always been the same
Same old story
From the moment I could talk
I was ordered to listen
Now there's a way and I know
That I have to go away
I know I have to go

Father:
It's not time to make a change
Just sit down and take it slowly
You're still young that's your fault
There's so much you have to go through
Find a girl, settle down
If you want, you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy

Son:
All the times that I've cried
Keeping all the things I knew inside
And it's hard, but it's harder
To ignore it
If they were right I'd agree
But it's them they know, not me
Now there's a way and I know
That i have to go away
I know I have to go

[Mortis Anarchy]

I love this band. This song carried me through some tough times.

HIM-Killing Loneliness
Memories sharp as daggers
Pierce into the flesh of today
The suicide of love took away all that matters
And buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your heart

With the venomous kiss you gave me, I'm killing loneliness
With the warmth of your arms, you saved me
Oh, I'm killing loneliness with you
The killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb
I'm killing loneliness

Nailed to the cross together
As solitude begs us to stay
Disappear with a lie forever
And denounce the power of death over our souls and secret brings us in to start a war

With the venomous kiss you gave me, I'm killing loneliness
With the warmth of your arms, you saved me
Oh, I'm killing loneliness with you
The killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb
I'm killing loneliness

Killing loneliness

I'm killing loneliness

With the venomous kiss you gave me, I'm killing loneliness
With the warmth of your arms, you saved me

[Outlander]

Blp

This is Cool :thumbs_up


meaningless

Meaningless?
You mean it's all been meaningless?
Every whisper and caress?
Yes yes yes it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
like when two fireflies flouresce
Just like everything I guess
it was utterly meaningless
Even less
a little glimpse of nothingness
sucking meaning from the
rest of this mess
Yes yes yes it was thoroughly meaningless
and if some dim bulb should say
we were in love in some way
kick all his teeth in for me
and if you feel like keeping on kicking
feel free
Meaningless
Who dare say it wasn't meaningless?
Shout from the rooftops
and address the press
Ha ha ha it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
Meaning less than a game of chess
Just like your mother said
and mother knows best
I knew it all the time but now I confess
Yes yes yes how deliciously meaningless
Yes yes yes how effervescently meaningless
Yes yes yes how beautifully meaningless
Yes yes yes how profoundly meaningless
Yes yes yes how definatively meaningless
Yes yes yes how comprehensively meaningless
Yes yes yes how magnificently meaningless
Yes yes yes how incredibly meaningless
Yes yes yes how unprecedentedly meaningless
Yes yes yes how mind-blowingly meaningless
Yes yes yes how unbelievably meaningless
Yes yes yes how infinitely meaningless

- Stephin Merrett (The Magnetic Fields)

[subterranean]

The Seeker (The Who)

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I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables

chorus:
They call me The Seeker
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either

chorus

People tend to hate me
'Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They want to shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?
I'm happy when life's good
And when it's bad I cry
I've got values but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me
You're looking for you
We're looking in at other
And we don't know what to do

[Outlander]

Having one of those days


-Man of Constant Sorrow-

(In constant sorrow through his days)

I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised)

For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.

[chorus] He has no friends to help him now

It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.

[chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train.

You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.

[chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave.

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.

[chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore.

[Aurora Ariel]

*I've always like the songs by Australian band silverchair.Their three main albums were Frogstomp, Freak Show, Neon Ballroom, and Diorama.
Here's a few of their later lyrics, written by singer, Daniel Johns.

silverchair - After All These Years Lyrics

Breathe in the night
That crushed a tired sunrise
Born again the day
Brings young naivety

A laptop souvenir is worth the wait
In silver and golden sun
You'll be home again
And I'll be home again

Mend in my sleep
I'm boxing under water
Waddle on the wake
Waking on a summer day
A summer day

And after all these years
Forget about the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about the troubled times

And every father's pain
Casts a shadow over a broken son
You'll be whole again
And I'll be whole again

Munificent, artless and ascetic
Playing like a scared
Enthusiastic pawn

And after all these years
Forget about the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about the troubled times

All those years
I was hurting to feel
Something more than life


silverchair- Ana's Song (Open Fire) Lyrics

Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you

Imagine pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the film

And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you

And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an Anorexia life

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Open fire on the needs designed
Open fire on my knees desires
On my knees for you

*Daniel Johns is extremely beautiful in this clip.

silverchair- Across The Night Lyrics

Across the night
It was the moon that stole my slumber
Across the night
I fell in love with people sleeping
And hugged a man's arthritic shoulder

I fell tired, asleep in a golden ocean
Your eyes perspired, a spike in my fascination

I don't mean to make you cry
But this feeling will run right through the night
And I'll only make you cry with these feelings

Sleepless, untamed without a leash on the light around me

So let us be married and have another baby
Coz I don't wanna be lonely I just wanna be alone
Yeh let's just get married shouting baby, baby, babies
"You'll never sleep at all"
But I don't wanna be lonely

Never seen the sunshine
From higher points than sunrise
I don't wanna be lonely
I just wanna be alone



*This song has an evocative clip.It's reminiscent of a Gothic themed tale set one strange night.It's actually meant to be more of a black and white scene filmed circa-1900, like an old movie.The young man is driven to a kind of intense obsession, in love with those in slumber, almost haunted in the darkness as he stays awake.It's rather theatrical, but an original and exciting clip.

silverchair- Greatest View Lyrics

You're the analyst
The fungus in my milk
When you want no one
And you got someone
Through the wind
You crawl
And laugh at burning dunes
When no one else will
Ever see

Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why you feel like letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here

Mistakes don't mean a thing
If you don't regret them
So pack your tactic toes for the winter
Chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin
No-one else will ever see

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here

Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why I feel like you're letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
The greatest view from here
The greatest view


silverchair- Steam Will Rise Lyrics

Contain yourself
I will compress
What I am to
Replace yourself
With what you have
Your substitute
Only wanted a piece of myself
Steam will rise
Esteem will rise
Steam will rise
Esteem will rise

Refrain, confess
Contain, repress
Pretend I'm dead
Abuse myself
Confuse myself
I won't be led

Only wanted a piece of myself
Only wanted a piece of myself
Only wanted a piece of myself
Steam will rise
Esteem will rise
Steam will rise
Esteem will rise

silverchair - Point Of View Lyrics

Liberate the people that you hate
Then cut yourself again
Elevate then drop back down
And see which ones remain
Remember all that she can say
Is that she knows she wants it
You'll make it through
With another point of view again
You'll make it through
With another point

Accusation, does yes mean no?
Or have you changed your mind?
Kill the nation before it grows
And be one of a kind
Remember all that she can say
Is that she knows she wants it

You'll make it through
With another point of view again
You'll make it through
With another point

Pretend the world's an ocean
Oh, I'm drowning
Pretend that I'm pollution
Oh, I'm dying
Pretend the steak's a cowboy
And the kiss will kill you

You'll make it through
With another point of view again
You'll make it through
With another point


*Daniel Johns is rather inspiring as he has had to face a few debilitating obstacles over the last few years.
He suffered from anorexia, and had to overcome the despair and futher pain when he was later diagnosed with reactive arthritis.
Today, though, he has recovered and found love with Australian singer/songwriter, Natalie Imbruglia, who is very successful in her own right.

[Outlander]

Gloomy Sunday
-Billie Holliday

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless

Little white flowers will
never awaken you
Not where the black coach
of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
ever returning you
Would they be angry
if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday.

Gloomy is sunday
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have
decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candels
and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
let then know
that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream,
for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my
soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

[Kaltrina]

Evanescence

My immortal
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating mind
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus]

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

[Chorus]


Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

[Chorus:]
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"

[Chorus]

And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...

[Chorus]

[ChuckBukowski]

ahhh, words of teenage angst and suffering...so so sad, some poetry is a byproduct of fat chicks who get dumped by their boyfriends, heres mine.

John Prine - Souveneirs

All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that’s left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs

Chorus:
Memories they can’t be boughten
They can’t be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don’t know how they slipped away from me

Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That’s why last night and this mornin’
Always look the same to me

I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart’s souvenirs

(repeat chorus)

[Dead Poet]

I like songs showing pure emotion not caring about what others think here is mine:
"Chapter Four"

(Give me your hand,
blood is spilt and man will follow
infernal man, punishment too great to bear)
Conceived and born was one of light
Rain and dark, the other born black night

Raise your head and taste the courage
(the one of light)
Fall from grace, unholy night

I've come here to kill you,
won't leave until you've died
Murder born of vengeance,
I closed my brothers eyes tonight...

[Repeat from the beginning]

It's cold tonight as the clouds turn grey
and from my hands to my brothers grave
You took his side, you took his gift,
feel the power of a fallen man,
crestfallen man...

Far away in this land I must go,
out of the site of the One.
A punishment sent from his hand
a hardship that no one should know
Now go out of the site of the One,
away in this land you must go.

Where has he gone? What have you done?
A voice commands from high above this earth.
From the soil his blood cries out to me
Murder, liar, vengeance, deceit.

Far away in this land I must go,
out of the site of the One.
A punishment sent from his hand
a hardship that no one should know
Now go out of the site of the One,
away in this land you must go.
[Fade out]

[emily655321]

Just heard this on the radio, and was struck by the poetry. Thought I'd make Koa happy. :D

Depeche Mode
"A Pain That I'm Used To"

I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control

Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul

I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

[Plastic Martyr]

If you want to read fantasic poetry, then read Fiona Apple's songs, she is AMAZING!!!!!

I have listened to her since I was like 8, and she has saved me from doing stupid stuff, and she is the one I listen to when Im most vulnerable.

[I like Blink182]

yeah, i'll put one from the cure too.
This song is Alt. End, its good, listen to it. i would put something from blink but there songs aren't too poemishy i guess....

Yeah it's a big bright beautiful world
Just the other side of the door
Six billion beautiful faces
But I saw them all before...
No this is not about running out on you
Not a case of right or wrong
It's only that it's over and done for me
It's already been and gone
And I don't want another go around - I don't want to start again
No I don't want another go around - I want this to be the end
I want this to be the end - I don't want to start again
I want this to be the last thing we do
It for me and you...
For all my dreams came true
Yeah I know I should care if you come with me
Yeah and I should care if you go
Really should care about your love or your hate of me
Yeah I should care... but I don't
And it's not about giving up on you
It's not a case of do or die
It's simply that it's over and out for me
There's no more room inside
And I don't want another run around - I don't want to start again
No I don't want another run around - I want this to be the end
I want this to be the end - I don't want to start again
I want this to be the last thing we do
It for me and you...
Yeah it's a big bright beautiful world out there
Just the other side of this door
Six billion beautiful faces await
But I saw it all before...
No this is not about running out on you
Not a case of right or wrong
It's only that it's over and done for me
It's already been and gone
And I don't want another go around - I don't want to start again
No I don't want another go around - I want this to be the end
I want this to be the end - I don't want to start again
I want this to be the last thing we do - this to be it for me and you
This to be the last we go through
this to be the end
For all my dreams came true

hi malachi! its sydney.. haha

[Plastic Martyr]

Hey syd. You can't just ask people why they're white!!!!!!

[Darlin]

Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve (quite lovely especially put to music)

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah,

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

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change
I can't change

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
Try to find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the things meet yeah

You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no

I can't change my mold
no, no, no, no, no,
I can't change
Can't change my body,
no, no, no

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have you've ever been down?

[Aurora Ariel]

I love that song Darlin.*Brings back the memory of that tune, thanks.:)

[Virgil]

I hate to disagree to the general opinion of this thread, but I don't find song lyrics make good poetry. Sometimes I will get surprised, but very rare. On the other hand, I do have an interest in finding great poems set to music. And when I find them I tend to consider it intersting but it would hardly win a Grammy. Musical lyrics were intended to be set to music and need music to compliment them to get the full affect; poetry, for the most part, requires the formality and structure of it written on a page to get its full affect. When I read the lyrics of those who are supposed to be poet song writers (Bob Dylan, Jim Morrison, Bruce Springstein) I'm usually very disapointed. Shakespeare realized this I think. Compare his poetry and his song lyrics (some of his plays had songs he wrote for it). They are very different.

[emily655321]

I don't regard transcribed lyrics as poems in themselves, but I do think they are a kind of peotry. I agree with you that most song lyrics don't make good poems-sans-music, but that doesn't mean they aren't poetry. The above transcribed "Bittersweet Symphony" is a good example, because on paper, it's somewhat unimpressive, but in the context of the song, the poetry of the language is very moving. And not because it goes well with the music; the language itself is poetic. It's just a different form of the art. I understand this thread to be calling attention to songwriting as a true art, since it's so often disregarded and written off as brainless crooning; to call attention to the words themselves, which can easily be forgotten when listening to the music.

[Virgil]

"It's a different form of art."

You hit it right on the head. That's basically what I was saying.

[emily655321]

"It's a different form of art."

You hit it right on the head. That's basically what I was saying.
Ah, now, not quite. ;) I said, "a different form of the art." By which I meant the art of poetry. I believe songwriting is poetry, but in a category distinct from the sort Dickinson or Plath wrote.

[Virgil]

Oh. Yes, we do disagree. I'm sorry. I just don't see most song lyrics as poetry.

[michela]

Have a look of all the nirvana' songs and also of creed's "arms wide open"

[Virgil]

I'll have to look. But song lyrics are like opera lyrics. They don't stand up as poetry. But they are an art in themselves, along with the music, that is. At least this is my opinion.

[Koa]

Just heard this on the radio, and was struck by the poetry. Thought I'd make Koa happy. :D

Depeche Mode
"A Pain That I'm Used To"



Thank dear, that was more of a heart attack for me (my heart misses a beat whenever I see DM mentioned where I don't expect to!), but I appreciate it anyway.:D

I had the first lines of that song in my signature until a few weeks ago...or maybe I still do??? Hm I guess I'll now when I post this ;)
edit: oh yeah, it's still there :D

[Weeping Willow]

I'll have to look. But song lyrics are like opera lyrics. They don't stand up as poetry. But they are an art in themselves, along with the music, that is. At least this is my opinion.

I agree.. poetry is so different from song lyrics..
Although you can take a poem and use it a song lyrics but it's very hard..
Poems has that sort of magic which i find lacking in most song lyrics (only my opinion.. ).. but it all dependes on what do feel at the moment do you need that lightness in songs or so you want to ponder and make yourself think..

I have to add this lyrics as this is me and my friend morning song as we go to work... i find it comforting knowing i have 10 hours of work ahead of me...

MattaFIx - Big city life

Big City Life,
Me try fi get by,
Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try.
Big City Life,
Here my heart have no base,
And right now Babylon de pon me case.

People in a show,
All lined in a row.
We just push on by,
Its funny,
How hard we try.

Take a moment to relax.
Before you do anything rash.

Don’t you wanna know me?,
Be a friend of mine.
I’ll share some wisdom with you.
Don’t you ever get lonely,
From time to time
Don’t let the system get you down

Big City Life,
Me try fi get by,
Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try.
Big City Life,
Here my heart have no base,
And right now Babylon de pon me case

Soon our work is done,
All of us one by one.
Still we live our lives,
As if all this stuff survives.

I take a moment to relax,
Before I do anything rash.

[Bridge]
The Linguist across the seas and the oceans,
A permanent Itinerant is what I've chosen.
I find myself in Big City prison, arisen from the vision of man kind.
Designed, to keep me discreetly neatly in the corner,
You’ll find me with the flora and the fauna and the hardship.
Back a yard is where my heart is still I find it hard to depart this Big City Life

Big City Life,
Me try fi get by,
Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try.
Big City Life,
Here my heart have no base,
And right now Babylon de pon me case

oh.. and i don't think this is poetry...

[Doctor Boogaloo]

Leonard Cohen.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dress Rehearsal Rag
Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
all of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to behave,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?
There's no hot water
and the cold is running thin.
Well, what do you expect from
the kind of places you've been living in?
Don't drink from that cup,
it's all caked and cracked along the rim.
That's not the electric light, my friend,
that is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with soap, there,
now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
who will give you his applause.
I thought you were a racing man,
ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
That's a funeral in the mirror
and it's stopping at your face.
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
ah wasn't it a strange way down?

Once there was a path
and a girl with chestnut hair,
and you passed the summers
picking all of the berries that grew there;
there were times she was a woman,
oh, there were times she was just a child,
and you held her in the shadows
where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
and you sang about the view,
and everywhere that you wandered
love seemed to go along with you.
That's a hard one to remember,
yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the veins stand out like highways,
all along your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?

You can still find a job,
go out and talk to a friend.
On the back of every magazine
there are those coupons you can send.
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
they can give you back your hope,
you can find your love with diagrams
on a plain brown envelope.
But you've used up all your coupons
except the one that seems
to be written on your wrist
along with several thousand dreams.
Now Santa Claus comes forward,
that's a razor in his mit;
and he puts on his dark glasses
and he shows you where to hit;
and then the cameras pan,
the stand in stunt man,
dress rehearsal rag,
it's just the dress rehearsal rag,
you know this dress rehearsal rag,
it's just a dress rehearsal rag.

[rachel]

we Canadians have rather a hate/love of good old Leonard. He sounds like gravel being dropped from a squeeky dump truck.Yet his words are magic really. they paint superb and very vivid pictures that stay with you for a long time if not forever.I like that. What do you think of the words about Suzanne?
very deep emotions and stark truthfulness many times.

[emily655321]

Leonard Cohen, now why didn't I think of him? That's a very good one, Doctor Boogaloo. Now that's poetry in music! I agree with Rachel, I am in awe of Cohen's lyrics, but his voice sometimes almost saps them of their beauty. But...

...A band that I love, that is dear to my heart, and whose lyrics are poetry with or without the equally wonderful music, is the Dresden Dolls. I post this one in particular only because I've been playing it incessantly this week:

Gravity
by The Dresden Dolls

Gravity plays favorites, I know it 'cause I saw
Honest to God, officer, it's awful (awful)
Down at work I'm getting too familiar with the floor
Trading in my talents by the mouthful

Hate to break it to you but it's out of my control
Forces go to work while we are sleeping (sleeping)
If I could attack with a more sensible approach
Obviously that's what i'd be doing
(Right?!)

Now
Necks are cracking sideways
Hit me from the back side
I am on the white side
You are on the black side
Cut a piece thats bite size
Shoot me from my good side
If you got a straight line
This would be a good time

Gravity works slowly if you notice it at all
Some of us are getting mighty lucky (aren't we?)
If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall
You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!
Watch me!

Now
Necks are cracking sideways
Hit me from the back side
I am on the thin side
You are on the fat side
Cut a piece thats bite size
Shoot me from my bad side
If you want a straight line
This would be a good time

The sky is always falling down on me
The sky is always falling down on me
The sky is always falling down on me
So, officer, forgive me please!

[Xamonas Chegwe]

This is my favourite Joni Mitchell song, from one of my favourite Joni albums (Blue) and one that works just as well as a poem.

The first time I read the lyrics to this song (in the sleeve notes, before I ever heard it) my eyes watered. When I actually heard the album, I cried for 10 minutes. I've never read anything that speaks to the dreamer in me so poignantly. Gender differences aside, Joni knew how I felt before I ever felt it and put it into words far better than I ever could.

Anything else by Joni Mitchell is worthy of inclusion here. I can't believe that no-one's mentioned her already.

Read and enjoy. And cry if you like...



THE LAST TIME I SAW RICHARD - By Joni Mitchell

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
They're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, just pretty lies

He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close."
"Richard, you haven't really changed," I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days

[The Unnamable]

Anything else by Joni Mitchell is worthy of inclusion here. I can't believe that no-one's mentioned her already.


She can break your heart over the simplest of moments. Here’s another that works as a poem.

The Circle Game by Joni Mitchell

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you’re older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we con only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it won’t be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and dawn
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
Coming true
There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.


I love the line, “Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town”. By using a technique that reminds me of cinematic editing and compressing the two forms of circular movement, she is able to suggest that the two activities arise from similar impulses. Cartwheels – child-like, exuberant showing off / carwheels adolescent, exuberant showing off.

That's not a bad example of an effective poetic technique, is it?

Also, my dreams have lost a considerable amount of grandeur coming true.

[rachel]

yes joni has a simple way with words that makes you think with the eager intensity and honesty and simplicity of a child. I wonder what her childhood was like

[beer good]

"The Circle Game" is actually inspired by Neil Young's "Sugar Mountain" (see http://www.jmdl.com/glossary/entry.cfm?id=61 ), so technically you should be wondering what Neil's childhood was like... ;)

It's so noisy at the fair
But all your friends are there
And the candy floss you had
And your mother and your dad

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

There's a girl just down the aisle
Oh, to turn and see her smile
You can hear the words she wrote
As you read the hidden note

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain...

Now you're underneath the stairs
And you're givin' back some glares
To the people who you met
And it's your first cigarette

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain...

Now you say you're leavin' home
'Cause you want to be alone
Ain't it funny how you feel
When you're findin' out it's real?

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

[Xamonas Chegwe]

It really is amazing the facts you pick up in here. Thank's a lot for that link Beer.

And while we're on the subject of Mr Young: -

The Needle And The Damage Done

I caught you knocking at my cellar door
"I love you, baby can I have some more?"
Oh, the damage done

I hit the city and I lost my band,
I watched the needle take another man.
Gone, gone, the damage done

I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you don't understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out

I've seen the needle and the damage done,
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a setting sun

[rachel]

yes thank you very much. Beer I don't drink but a little of good old Canadian beer on a roast is simply yummy.

[beer good]

You're more than welcome.

And speaking of Canadians, Michael Timmins of the Cowboy Junkies is no slouch either. This is one of the best examples of an unrhymed song lyric I've ever heard - of course, for the full effect, you need to hear Margo sing it, but...

Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
hits me straight in the eye, guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed

Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
No milk! God, how I hate that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'
she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand'

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane than go through all that **** again
Something 'bout an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
and this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock

Maybe tonight it's a movie with plenty of room for elbows and knees
a bag of popcorn all to myself,
black and white with a strong female lead
and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
how strange these streets feel when you're alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home, seething inside

Funny, I'd never noticed
the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
but there are some things that can never be forgiven
and I just gotta tell you that I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed...

[rachel]

I just love that.It is rather like a deep m ovie all condensed into a few dozen lines.

[kilted exile]

Whilst we are on the subject of Canadian singers, another couple not to be missed.

Firstly If I had a rocket launcher by Bruce Cockburn

Here comes the helicopter -- second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered only God can say
If I had a rocket launcher...I'd make somebody pay

I don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hate
I don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate
If I had a rocket launcher...I would retaliate

On the Rio Lacantun, one hundred thousand wait
To fall down from starvation -- or some less humane fate
Cry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gate
If I had a rocket launcher...I would not hesitate

I want to raise every voice -- at least I've got to try
Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes.
Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cry
If I had a rocket launcher...Some son of a ***** would die

And also Black Day In July by Mr Gordon Lightfoot

Black day in July
Motor city madness has touched the countryside
And through the smoke and cinders
You can hear it far and wide
The doors are quickly bolted
And the children locked inside

Black day in July
Black day in July
And the soul of Motor City is bared across the land
As the book of law and order is taken in the hands
Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land

Black day in July
Black day in July
In the streets of Motor City is a deadly silent sound
And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground
Upon the filthy pavement
No reason can be found

Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor City madness has touched the countryside
And the people rise in anger
And the streets begin to fill
And there's gunfire from the rooftops
And the blood begins to spill

Black day in July

In the mansion of the governor
There's nothing that is known for sure
The telephone is ringing
And the pendulum is swinging
And they wonder how it happened
And they really know the reason
And it wasn't just the temperature
And it wasn't just the season

Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor City's burning and the flames are running wild
They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake
And everyone is listening
And everyone's awake

Black day in July
Black day in July
The printing press is turning
And the news is quickly flashed
And you read your morning paper
And you sip your cup of tea
And you wonder just in passing
Is it him or is it me

Black day in July

In the office of the President
The deed is done the troops are sent
There's really not much choice you see
It looks to us like anarchy
And then the tanks go rolling in
To patch things up as best they can
There is no time to hesitate
The speech is made the dues can wait

Black day in July
Black day in July
The streets of Motor City now are quiet and serene
But the shapes of gutted buildings
Strike terror to the heart
And you say how did it happen
And you say how did it start
Why can't we all be brothers
Why can't we live in peace
But the hands of the have-nots
Keep falling out of reach

Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor city madness has touched the countryside
And through the smoke and cinders
You can hear it far and wide
The doors are quickly bolted
And the children locked inside

[emily655321]

...by Bruce CockburnWhat an unfortunate name.


But seriously, I really like those lyrics.

[rachel]

Kilted,
a few years back I heard that Bruce was going to be in Kelowna. I was doing graveyard at the time(four and a half years) and I never every asked anyone to change shifts with me because no one would anyway. too hard.
but I had always wanted to see him and so I pleaded and got someone to take my shift.
trav and i went early and I had prayed that I could sit right up at the front. thru a set of wierd things I ended up at the very front and he was so gentle and kind and unconceited. he spoke to me and besides one song I cannot remember my favorite was
If I had a Rocket Launcher. I was in heaven.
Em you say his name Bruce Koeburn, what's wrong with that.

[beer good]

Another Canadian double, with a twist. Here's Kate (and her sister Anna) McGarrigle, singing about her daughter Martha and an older man...

MATAPEDIA (Kate McGarrigle)
Her hair was dyed black and she was bending down
Picking something from off the ground
She was seventeen
And he said, "Oh my God, it's Kate"
She said "No, I'm the daughter of Kate
My name is Martha, who are you?
Ma never told me, never told me 'bout you"

He put his big middle-aged hands upon her shoulders
And he looked her in the eyes
Just like a boy of nineteen would do
And she was not afraid
No, she was not afraid

Once upon a time two kids in love in a car were flyin' over mountains
Trying to catch a boat that'd take 'em up river to home...
And they raced the Matapedia
Sixty minutes sixty miles
Thirty minutes thirty miles
Twenty minutes twenty miles
Ten nine eight....
And I was not afraid
No, I was not afraid

Well we made the boat with minutes to spare
And we crossed on over to the other side
And back home, safe and sound
But I could not slow down
No, I could not slow down

And we raced the Matapedia...

I was not afraid
No, I was not afraid
I could not slow down 'cause I was not afraid



...and then here's her daughter Martha singing about her father Loudon Wainwright III: (Warning, explicit language etc.)
Bloody M.F.A.H. (Martha Wainwright)
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired
And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea
No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the f***ing phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile...

You bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody...

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you... whoever you are




Feel the love in that family, eh?

[rachel]

hey Beer,
Are you getting the words from all your own CD, seems like you have a big collection.Somehow I see you in a room loaded with great music. You seem to be a very artistic poetic sort of person.

[beer good]

hey Beer,
Are you getting the words from all your own CD, seems like you have a big collection.Somehow I see you in a room loaded with great music. You seem to be a very artistic poetic sort of person.
Why thank you. I do own a ridiculous amount of CDs and records... I sometimes think that if I had saved my money instead of buying books and records, I could probably afford a second apartment to store them in... wait... there's logic in there someplace, right? Maybe not. Oh well.
http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/musik/music-smiley-004.gif

[subterranean]

Pictures of You by The Cure


i've been looking so long at these pictures of
you that i almost beleive that they're real i've
been living so long with my pictures of you that
i almost believe that the pictures are all i can
feel

remembering you standing quiet in the rain as
i ran to your heart to be near and we kissed as
the sky fell in holding you close how i always
held close in your fear remembering you
running soft through the night you were bigger
and brigther than the snow and
screamed at the make-beleive screamed at the
sky and you finally found all your courage to
let it all go

remembering you fallen into my arms crying
for the death of your heart you were stone
white so delicate lost in the cold you were
always so lost in the dark remembering you
how you used to be slow drowned you were
angels so much more than everything oh hold
for the last time then slip away quietly open
my eyes but i never see anything

if only i had thought of the right words i could
have hold on to your heart if only i'd thought of
the right words i wouldn't be breaking apart all
my pictures of you

Looking So long at these pictures of you but i
never hold on to your heart looking so long for
the words to be true but always just breaking
apart my pictures of you

there was nothing in the world that i ever
wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world that i ever
wanted more than to never feel the breaking
apart all my pictures of you

[emily655321]

Sub, I like that song. Although now it always makes me think of the Kodak film commercial, or whatever company it was.

Rachel, I heard this on the radio at work today, and it made me think of you out there doing your street ministry:

When In Rome
by Nickel Creek

Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin', 'No one knows, so I don't'
Honey, when in Rome...

Where can a teacher go
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows
Hey those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And they'll burn warm in the fireplace
Teacher, when in Rome...

Grab a blanket, sister
We'll make smoke signals
Bring some new blood
It feels like we're alone

Grab a blanket, brother
So we don't catch cold
From one another
I wonder if we're stuck in Rome

Where can a dead man go
A question with an answer only dead men know
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning
How to live in Rome

[rachel]

I cried as I read these words.
I often wake up in the night crying for them . they were all someone's baby once with so much promise and h ope. I see such greatness in some of their anguished eyes. I so want to be a kazillion aire so I can help them in a more permanent way.

[Koa]

OMG The Cure's Pictures of You... I can't even THINK of that song without immediately needing a Kleenex...or two...or fifty...
Some of the Cure's songs are way too emotional to me...

[Flossie]

Hi, I wonder if anyone can help me with the following. I am trying to find out the words to the following songs. These are all the first lines of the song - but I only have the initials for each word, of the first line. Any help would be great...

JAPDDSITP

GCSSBFCF

YITYWIWWIRRW

OSCYSBTDEL

DWHALTTDWWTB

NRDRNJNRR

[beer good]

I love song lyrics that aren't absolutely straightforward, that leave something up to the imagination. So "Us" by Regina Spektor had me pretty much entranced the first time I heard it, especially since I soon found out a few things about Regina: such as she was born in Russia by Jewish parents, emigrated to the US where she grew up in the Bronx and hung out with various punks and odd artists at the same time that she learned to play classical piano. So "Us" takes the concept of a "we" but never really explains who the "we" is... are... whatever. She uses images that remind me of travelling in Eastern Europe (statues on mountain tops, american tourists) but at the same time it could just be about a relationship... or the "us" could be any of the various groups of people she could be said to belong to. It could be all of us. And I'm still not sure if I can disregard the fact that it can be read as "U.S.". And I've obviously thought way too much about this. But it's a fantastic song.

Us (R. Spektor)

They made a statue of us
and put it on a mountain top
now tourists come and stare at us
blow bubbles with their gum
take photographs have fun
have fun...

They'll name a city after us
and later say it's all our fault
then they'll give us a talking to
then they'll give us a talking to
cause they've got years of experience

we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious, and it's contagious
and it's contagious, and it's contagious

we wear our scarves just like a noose
but not 'cause we want eternal sleep
and though our parts are slightly used
new ones are slave labor you can keep

we're living in a den of thieves...

they made a statue of us
they made a statue of us
the tourists come and stare at us
the sculptors mama sends regards
they made a statue of us
they made a statue of us
our noses have begun to rust

we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious, and it's contagious
and it's contagious, and it's contagious

[furrypolka]

Skid Row's In A Darkened Room about child abuse is one of the most poetic songs I can think of, and a beautiful song.

In a darkened room, beyond the reach of God's faith
Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed.
And the innocence of a child is bought and sold
In the name of the damned, the rage of the angels left silent and cold.
Forgive me please, for I know not what I do.
How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true?
Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie
That bears the scar of sin too deep to hide behind this fear of running unto you
Please let there be light in a darkened room.
All the precious times have been put to rest again
And the smile of the dawn brings tainted lust singing my requiem.
Can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust?
And watch it crystallise, while my salvation it crumbles to dust.
Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm?
I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore.
Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie
That bears the scar of sin too deep to hide behind this fear of running unto you.
Please let there be light in a darkened room.

[beer good]

Nobody seems to have posted anything by Polly Jean Harvey. She's one of those fabled singers who could sing the telephone directory and make it sound good, but I think she's a great lyricist as well. Not sure how well "Water" works on paper if you haven't heard it - the way it rises from a whisper to a howl - but still... it scares all sorts of things out of me.

Water (P J Harvey)

Water...
Walking
Walking on water...
Walking
Walking on for years and years and years
Taking it into my head
Living by the right lines
Been reading what the very man said

Water
I'm walking
Walking on water
Walking
Walking on -
Lying on eleven years
Taking it into my head
Mary, Mary drop me softly
Been reading what your very man said
Lying on eleven years
Taking it into my head
Leave my clothes on the beach
I'm walking down into the sea

Prove it to me
Prove it to me
Prove it to me

Now the water to my ankles
Now the water to my knees
Think of him all waxy wings
Melted down into the sea
Mary, Mary what your man said
Washing it all over my head
Mary, Mary hold on tightly
Over water under the sea
Water
Water
I'm walking
Walking on water
I'm walking
Walking on water

[Xamonas Chegwe]

Nice one Beer, I was thinking of posting pocket knife but my favourite line would have been ****ed!

[beer good]

Yeah, that's a problem with quite a few of her lyrics... Especially "Who The ****", obviously. That one would look positively silly. Glad to see another PJ fan, though!

And on the subject of the divine Ms Harvey, might as well post a song about her too.

West Country Girl (Nick Cave)

With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face
Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass
She's got a house-big heart where we all live
And plead and council and forgive
Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed
Her glove of bones at her wrist
That I have held in my hand
Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland
Her Godly body and its fourteen stations
That I have embraced, her palpitations
Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy"
Amongst the rubble of her body
Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped
Her fingernails, all pink and chipped
Her accent which I'm told is "broad"
That I have heard and has been poured
Into my human heart and filled me
With love, up to the brim, and killed me
And rebuilt me back anew
With something to look forward to
Well, who could ask much more than that?
A West country girl with a big fat cat
That looks into her eyes of green
And meows, "He loves you", then meows again

[Xamonas Chegwe]

Yeah, that's a problem with quite a few of her lyrics... Especially "Who The ****", obviously. That one would look positively silly. Glad to see another PJ fan, though!

And on the subject of the divine Ms Harvey, might as well post a song about her too.

Again, I would post Nick's song about Tori Amos, "Green Eyes", but that would get very ****ed as well! :lol: :lol:

By the way, West Country Girl works incredibly well as a poem.

And while we're talking Tori - This could almost be Plath - Plus it's still filthy without the **** word!

Icicle - Tori Amos

Icicle where are you going
I have a hiding place when spring marches in
will you keep watch for me
I hear them calling
gonna lay down
gonna lay down

greeting the monster in our Easter dresses
Father says bow your head like the Good Book says
well I think the Good Book is missing some pages
gonna lay down
gonna lay down

and when my hand touches myself
I can finally rest my head
and when they say take from his body
I think I'll take from mine instead

Getting Off Getting Off while they're all downstairs
singing prayers sing away he's in my pumpkin p.j's
lay your book on my chest
feel the word
feel the word
feel the word
feel it

I could have
I should have
I could have flown
you know I could have
I should have
I didn't so

[beer good]

I occasionally go through periods when I listen to nothing but Tom Waits. I think one of those is coming on. This is hardly one of his best-known songs, but anyone who remains unconvinced should do their best to seek out the version he did in Sydney in 1979, which is one of the most moving pieces of music I've ever heard...

Burma Shave (Tom Waits)
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders
Of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in Burma Shave

And the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
He didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
He kinda looked like Farley Granger with his hair slicked back
She says "i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
How far are you going?" he said "depends on what you mean"
He says "i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
I guess you'd say i'm on my way to Burma Shave"

And her knees up on the glove compartment
Took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
And she popped her gum and arched her back
Hell, Marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some night my heart pounds just like thunder, I don't know why it don't explode
Cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
And i'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave

"Presley's what i go by why don't you change the station"
Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
"Mister anywhere you point this thing
Has got to beat the hell out of the sting
Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin
And so drill me a hole with a barber pole
I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
Why don't you have another swig and pass that car if you're so brave
I wanna get there before the sun comes up in Burma Shave"

And the spider web crack and the Mustang screamed
Smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
Just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
Lie swindled from them on the way to Burma Shave
And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
Up against the car door on the shot gun side
And when they pulled her from the wreck you know she still had on her shades
They say that dreams are growing wild just this side of Burma Shave

[Xamonas Chegwe]

Burma Shave.
I know. Tom at his most Dylanesque. But tinged with Dashiel Hammett. Excellent stuff. One of his best.

[genoveva]

Dark Star

Dark star crashes
pouring its light
into ashes

Reason tatters
the forces tear loose
from the axis

Searchlight casting
for faults in the
clouds of delusion

Shall we go,
you and I
while we can?
Through
the transitive nightfall
of diamonds

Mirror shatters
in formless reflections
of matter

Glass hand dissolving
to ice-petal flowers
revolving

Lady in velvet
recedes
in the nights of good-bye

Shall we go,
you and I
while we can?
Through
the transitive nightfall
of diamonds

spinning a set the stars through which the tattered tales
of axis roll
about the waxen wind of never set to motion in the
unbecoming
round about the reason hardly matters nor the wise
through which
the stars were set in spin

~Robert Hunter
lyricist for The Grateful Dead

Ripple

If my words did glow
with the gold of sunshine
and my tunes were played
on the harp unstrung
would you hear my voice
come through the music
would you hold it near
as it were your own?

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

Ripple in still water
when there is no pebble tossed
nor wind to blow

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

There is a road
no simple highway
between the dawn
and the dark of night

And if you go no one may follow
That path is for
your steps alone

Ripple in still water
when there is no pebble tossed
nor wind to blow

You who choose
to lead must follow
but if you fall
you fall alone
If you should stand
then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way
I would take you home

~Robert Hunter
lyricist for The Grateful Dead

[robw]

Those Skid Row lyrics are brutal. Saw the band in London last year, can recommend them live

My favourite Pj Harvey:

"You Said Something"

On a rooftop in Brooklyn
One in the morning
Watching the lights flash
In Manhattan
I see five bridges
The empire state building
And you said something
That I've never forgotten

We lean against railings
Describing the colours
And the smells of our homelands
Acting like lovers
How did we get here?
To this point of living?
I held my breath
And you said something

And I am doing nothing wrong
Riding in your car
Your radio playing
We sing up to the eighth floor
A rooftop, in Manhattan
One in the morning
When you said something
That I've never forgotten
When you said something
That was really important

[NightmareBeauty]

I love the song lyrics from the band H.I.M They rock. The lyrics are very poetic. Check out Wings of a butterfly! U'LL LOVE IT. That and their other songs!

[robw]

Lyrics that made me glad I bought the album;

H.I.M, Heartache Every Moment;

There's no smile of an angel
Without the wrath of god

Queens of the Stone Age, Go With The Flow;

But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live

Pj Harvey, Elise;

God is the sweat running down his back
The water soaked her blonde hair black

[beer good]

I was going through my older records and realized I'd forgotten how utterly magnificent Lloyd Cole's first couple of albums are. Barrages of words worthy of a young Dylan sometimes.

Perfect Skin (L. Cole)

I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar
With their government grants and my IQ
They brought me down to size, academia blues

Louise is a girl, I know her well
She's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl
And I'm staying up here so I may be undone
She's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
She's got perfect skin

Shame on you, you've got no sense of grace
Shame on me, aah, just in case I might
Come to a conclusion other than that which is
Absolutely necessary
And that's perfect skin

Louise is the girl with the perfect skin
She says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen
She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
And she's sexually enlightened by Cosmopolitan and
When she smiles my way...

She takes me down to the basement to look at her slides
Of her family life, pretty weird at times
At the age of ten she looked like Greta Garbo
And I loved her then, but how was she to know that
When she smiles my way...

Up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat
Pretty confused, huh? Being shipped around like that
Seems we climbed so high now we're down so low
Strikes me the moral of this song must be...
There never has been one.

[kilted exile]

I agree, Lloyd Cole was/is amazing. My favourite song was always Undressed

You look so good when you’re depressed
Better even in your current state of undress
Tears caressing me like rain
And I’m not even thinking, I feel fine in your pain
The coolest thing I ever saw
You were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
You were naked on the bare stone floor
You looked at me to say don’t guess
I was only watching, yes I love you more undressed
Is it really such a sin?
Should I feel some kind of shame?
Will I truly go to hell?
Oh you never lock the bathroom door
Should I be embarrassed when I’ve seen a hundred times before
How do married couples cope
Should I say excuse me darling, I don’t know
We could disconnect the telephone
Just sit around and mess around
And tell your ma we went to rome, tennessee
And I’m not even drinking, I feel fine, it’s scary
Is it really such a sin?
Should I feel some kind of shame?
Will I truly go to hell?
Oh well
The coolest thing I ever saw
You were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
You were naked on the bare stone floor
You looked at me to say don’t guess
I was only watching, is it bad that I should love you best
Undressed

[rachel]

that is very emotional and pretty. And think of the money you save by not having a girl who is forever shopping on sale days.

[genoveva]

Masters of War

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


~ Bob Dylan

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

~Bob Dylan

[chmpman]

This is the song I got one of my sigs from:

Cyanide Breathmint


Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinking fire
Going down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking out for themselves

When they ask you for credit
Give them a branch
When they want you to get it
Chew on the grass
I know i know 'cause they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you

In the afternoon
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Decomposing
Cool off your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife

When they want you to cry
Leap into the sky
When they suck your mind
Like a pigeon you'll fly
I know i know
It's the positive people
Running from their time
Looking for some feeling

- Beck

[genoveva]

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

~Bob Dylan

[rachel]

Nobody seems to have posted anything by Polly Jean Harvey. She's one of those fabled singers who could sing the telephone directory and make it sound good, but I think she's a great lyricist as well. Not sure how well "Water" works on paper if you haven't heard it - the way it rises from a whisper to a howl - but still... it scares all sorts of things out of me.

Water (P J Harvey)

Water...
Walking
Walking on water...
Walking
Walking on for years and years and years
Taking it into my head
Living by the right lines
Been reading what the very man said

Water
I'm walking
Walking on water
Walking
Walking on -
Lying on eleven years
Taking it into my head
Mary, Mary drop me softly
Been reading what your very man said
Lying on eleven years
Taking it into my head
Leave my clothes on the beach
I'm walking down into the sea

Prove it to me
Prove it to me
Prove it to me

Now the water to my ankles
Now the water to my knees
Think of him all waxy wings
Melted down into the sea
Mary, Mary what your man said
Washing it all over my head
Mary, Mary hold on tightly
Over water under the sea
Water
Water
I'm walking
Walking on water
I'm walking
Walking on water

that is really riveting and beautiful. I appreciate your sharing this, thank you.


I occasionally go through periods when I listen to nothing but Tom Waits. I think one of those is coming on. This is hardly one of his best-known songs, but anyone who remains unconvinced should do their best to seek out the version he did in Sydney in 1979, which is one of the most moving pieces of music I've ever heard...

Burma Shave (Tom Waits)
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders
Of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in Burma Shave

And the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
He didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
He kinda looked like Farley Granger with his hair slicked back
She says "i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
How far are you going?" he said "depends on what you mean"
He says "i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
I guess you'd say i'm on my way to Burma Shave"

And her knees up on the glove compartment
Took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
And she popped her gum and arched her back
Hell, Marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some night my heart pounds just like thunder, I don't know why it don't explode
Cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
And i'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave

"Presley's what i go by why don't you change the station"
Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
"Mister anywhere you point this thing
Has got to beat the hell out of the sting
Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin
And so drill me a hole with a barber pole
I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
Why don't you have another swig and pass that car if you're so brave
I wanna get there before the sun comes up in Burma Shave"

And the spider web crack and the Mustang screamed
Smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
Just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
Lie swindled from them on the way to Burma Shave
And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
Up against the car door on the shot gun side
And when they pulled her from the wreck you know she still had on her shades
They say that dreams are growing wild just this side of Burma Shave

I go thru periods where he or leonard cohen are what I need to hear. and this is so well perfect. it should have been a book I guess.

[blp]

All the Umbrellas in London

The Magnetic Fields

if i live through the night it'll be all right
it'll make a good song or something
i've been trying to give myself reasons to live
and i really can't think of one thing

i drive around, i walk around in circles
'cause i've got no sense of direction
and i guess i've got no sense at all

all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain
and all the dope in new york couldn't kill this pain
and all the money in tokyo couldn't make me stay
all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain

i don't cry anymore, i walk out the door
and i usually keep on walking
i may sit in a bar where the cocktails are
but i really don't feel like talking

i drive around and let the darkness fall
'cause i've got a sense of perfection
and nothing makes much sense at all

all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain
and all the dope in new york couldn't kill this pain
and all the money in tokyo couldn't make me stay
all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain

[beer good]

The Magnetic Fields

Ah, yes. Stephin Merritt is something of a genius.

I Don't Believe You

So you, quote, "love", unquote, me?
Well, stranger things have come to be
But let's agree to disagree,
'Cause I don't believe you!
I don't believe you!

You tell me I'm not not cute.
If truth or falsity it's moot,
'Cause honesty's not your strong suit
And I don't believe you!

You tell me of what once was
And all about Buck, Butch, and Buzz,
How they were not like me because...
But I don't believe you!

I had a dream and you were in it
The blue of your eyes was infinite
You seemed to be in love with me
Which isn't very realistic...

You may sing me "They Were You,"
And I start crying halfway through,
But nothing else you say is true,
So I don't believe you!

You may set your charm on stun
And say I'm delightful and fun,
But you say that to everyone.
Well, I don't believe you!

So you're brilliant, gorgeous, &
Ampersand after ampersand
You think I just don't understand,
But I don't believe you!
I don't believe you!


Two Kinds Of People

There are two kinds of people:
a) my love and I
b) other
Two kinds of people:
1) the gray, and
2) me and my lover.

All people fall into two camps
that ever twain shall be:
those lost in darkness without lamps,
and then, my love and me.

[rachel]

both of those make me feel incredibly sad.

Winter Lady by Leonard Cohen

Trav'ling lady, stay awhile
until the night is over.
I'm just a station on your way,
I know I'm not your lover
Well I lived with a child of snow
when I was a soldier,
And I fought every man for her
Until the nights grew colder.

She used to wear her hair like yours
except when she was sleeping.
And then she'd weave iton a loom
of smoke and gold and breathing

And why are you so quiet now
standing there in the doorway?
You chose your journey long before
you came upon this highway.

Trav'ling lady stay awhile
until the night is over.
Im'm just a station on your way
I know I'm not your lover.

[kilted exile]

I have had this song stuck in my head all day.

Rambunctious Boy ~ John Fogerty

My oh my I'm a restless guy
Got a home everywhere I go

Well I ain't good lookin'
And I ain't so smart
But baby I'm a sensitive guy
I ain't done everything there is to do
But I'll damn sure give it a try

I'm a lookin'
I'm a lookin'
For a big time bookin' with you
So come on baby
Let's go howlin' at the honky-tonk moon

I'm a rambunctious boy
Rambunctious boy
Oh my I'm a restless guy
Got a home everywhere I go
I'm-a trouble on the run
Heartbreakin' son of a gun
Oh yeah I'm a rambunctious boy

I'll be workin' all week in the big boss yard
I 'bout had it up to here
I ain't got time for a caribean cruise
Just give me a song and a beer

I feel like rompin'
Stompin'
And bronkin' it up real loud
So come on baby
Tell your girlfriend
There's a crowd

I'm a rambunctious boy
Rambunctious boy
Oh my I'm a restless guy
Got a home everywhere I go
I'm-a trouble on the run
Heartbreakin' son of a gun
Oh yeah I'm a rambunctious boy

I'm a rambunctious boy
Rambunctious boy
Oh my I'm a restless guy
Got a home everywhere I go
I'm-a trouble on the run
Heartbreakin' son of a gun
Oh yeah I'm a rambunctious boy

[blp]

Ah, yes. Stephin Merritt is something of a genius.

I know. I could go on and on. But I'll confine myself to just one more, alright two:

Epitaph for my Heart

"Caution caution caution:
to prevent electric shocks
do not do not do not remove cover
No user-serviceable parts insde
Refer servicing to qualified
service personnel"
Let this be the epitaph for my heart
Cupid put too much poison in the dart
This is the epitaph for my heart
because it's gone, gone gone
and life goes on and on and on
and death goes on, world without end
and you're not my friend
Who will mourn the passing of my heart?
Will its little droppings climb the pop charts?
Who'll take its ashes and, singing, fling
them from the top of the Brill Building?
And life goes on, and on and on
and death goes on, world without end
and you're not my friend

***

Yeah! Oh Yeah! (duet)

A: Are you out of love with me?
Are you longing to be free?
Do I drive you up a tree?

B: Yeah! Oh, yeah!

A: Do I drive you up the wall?
Do you dread every phone call?
Can you not stand me at all?

B: Yeah! Oh, yeah!

A: Though I need you more than air
is it true you just don't care?
Are you having an affair?

B: Yeah! Oh, yeah!
When we met I thought
money was everything
so I let you buy the house,
the car, the ring
but I can't take your perpetual whining
and you can't sing

A: I though if we live apart
we could made a brand-new start
Do you want to break my heart?

B: Yeah! Oh, yeah!
I've enjoyed making you
miserable for years
found peace of mind in
playing on your fears
How I loved to catch your gold
and silver tears, but now my dear

A: What a dark and dreary life
Are you reaching for a knife?
Could you really kill your wife?

B: Yeah! Oh, yeah!

A: Oh, I die, I die, I die!
So it's over, you and I
Was my whole life just a lie?

B: Yeah! Oh, yeah!

[lebby64]

are song lyrics considered poetry?

i think some are...depends tho.. :banana: :banana:


anyone else agree??

[Xamonas Chegwe]

A lot of people here think so.

See this thread (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=2689) - just below yours! :nod:

[genoveva]

YES!!!
:banana:

[Miss_Katie]

I think it's subjective and depends on the song

[lebby64]

Every Breath You Take ~ The Police

Wish You Were Here ~ Pink Floyd
( ROCKKK ONNNN !! \m/ )

[kilted exile]

The First Rule Of Love ~ Del Amitri

You’ll get hooked, you’ll get drugged
She’ll be your essence she’ll be your blood
And you’ll want her so much but you’ll never get enough
And that’s the first rule of love

She’ll smell so sweetly in the morning
She’ll make you feel so good inside
And you’ll want her so much you’ll give everything else up
And that’s the first rule of love

You’ll grow comfortable together
You’ll start to fit like hand and glove
And then you’ll start to hate the men she used to dream of
And that’s the first rule of love

You’ll miss her madly, when you’re apart
Love is like gravity holding down your heart

You’ll grow envious and bitter
She’ll be enquiring and concerned
And you’ll feel so close to her but never close enough
To get past the first rule of love
And with the awkwardness of strangers
You will finally give up
No exceptions to the first rule of love

[Jay]

Tell Her This - Del Amitri

Tell her not to go
I ain’t holding on no more
Tell her something in my mind freezes up from time to time

Tell her not to cry
I just got scared that’s all
Tell her I’ll be by her side, all she has to do is call

Tell her the chips are down
I drank too much and shouted it aloud
Tell her something in my heart
Needs her more than even clowns need the laughter of the crowd

Tell her what was wrong
I sometimes think to much
But say nothing at all
And tell her from this high terrain, I am ready now to fall

Tell her not to go
I ain’t holding on no more
Tell her nothing if not this; all I want to do is kiss her

Tell her something in my mind
Freezes up from time to time.

[kilted exile]

To continue the theme...........What I think she sees - Del Amitri

I’ve been in this place many times before
With my baby’s things among my shoes and strings and clothes
But just because I’m here
Don’t mean I can’t run out that door
Ain’t that what those running shoes are for?

Baby likes to sleep on floor boards bare
And just to keep the peace, well I join her there
And she might say to me
’a better man I can’t recall’
But what I think she sees ain’t me at all

It ain’t me at all to need somebody
Like some lovestruck casualty
It ain’t me at all to feel so ready
To be what I think she sees

Baby claims I kiss like I really care
Well, I guess I’d say I don’t but the truth ain’t fair
And sometimes she looks at me and says
’babe, my heart just stalled’,
But what I think she sees ain’t me at all

[beer good]

Ed Hamell AKA Hamell On Trial is something of a genius in the - admittedly not very large - acoustic/folk/spoken word/punk genre, if that can be called a genre. He's really a genre all to himself. I really like this one.

A Little Concerned, That's All

Heaven's walls are covered with frost
the gates are locked, the key's been lost
There's snow in the drive, the shades are down
there's mail in the box, but there's no one around
Angels smoke with snow on their wings
huddled in an alley saying some of those things
that you shouldn't say out loud, that no one should hear
but you take a look around and the meaning is clear

'Cause the phone is dead, the bills aren't paid
the housekeeper admits that she's afraid
There's people on the road with maps and flares
and a convoy of trucks move from there
Some attempt help but are turned away
by a hand written sign: "NO VISITORS TODAY"
A conference of saints meet in the hall
share coffee and crepes and stare at the wall

Where have you gone? Don't bury your head
We're getting concerned that you might be... sick.

Satan conjures evil and when he's done
there's silence from heaven, he's thinking "This is no fun,"
so he makes his way to heaven through the gates down the hall
pounding on the bedroom door, he hears nothing through the wall
And the moving men want someone to sign
a representative says that everything is fine
When the TV camera's off, there's sweat on his brow
and he wonders if Purgatory has his resume by now

Where have you gone? Don't bury your head
We're getting concerned that you might be... sick.

In the shipping room, an old lady sits
At five the whistle blows, she bends her head and quits
Ten miracles completed, it's been a busy day
she can't keep up the pace but the work won't go away

Where have you gone? Don't bury your head
We're getting concerned that you might be... sick.

[rabid reader]

The Story in a song has been hard to find. One band that can do it almost everytime though is The Tragically Hip. Good Ol' Canadian Boys hailin' from London Ontario. I chose one of my favorites called Bobcaygeon. It is about a toronto police officer in love with a woman in the town of Bobcaygeon. On a fateful day he is called into work as protect for a Neo-Nazi rally who are exercising their right of speach. It turns into a roit, all though this time he can only think about he girl in Bobcaygeon.... southing melody and wonderful song. Lyrics provided by http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/



I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine
coulda been the Willie Nelson coulda been the wine
when I left your house this morning
it was a little after nine
it was in Bobcaygeon I saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time

Drove back to town this morning with working on my mind
I thought of maybe quitting
thought of leaving it behind
went back to bed this morning
and as I'm pulling down the blind
the sky was dull and hypothetical
and falling one cloud at a time

That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors
riding on horseback and keeping order restored
til the men they couldn't hang
stepped to the mic and sang
and their voices rang with that Aryan twang

I got to your house this morning just a little after nine
in the middle of that riot
couldn't get you off my mind
so I'm at your house this morning
just a little after nine
cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations
reveal themselves one star at a time

[robw]

Tori Amos, Crucify

Every finger in the room
Is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
Then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I've been looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
looking for a saviour beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Just what God needs
One more victim..

Pearl Jam, Betterman

Waitin’, watchin’ the clock, it’s four o’clock, it’s got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a better man
Talkin’ to herself, there’s no one else who needs to know
She tells herself.. ..
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along
Swears she knew it, now she swears he’s gone
She lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a better man
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can’t find a better man

[Maida]

Blind Melon "No Rain"

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape......escape......escape......
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
its not sane......it's not sane

[Jay]

Blue Oyster Cult - Fire Of Unknown Origin

Death comes sweeping through the hallway, like a lady's dress
Death comes driving down the highway, in it's Sunday best

A fire of unknown origin took my baby away
A fire of unknown origin took my baby away

Swept to ruin off my wavelength, swallowed her up
Like the ocean in a fire, so thick and gray

A fire of unknown origin took my baby away
A fire of unknown origin took my baby away

Death comes driving - I can't do nothing! Death goes.
There must be something - there must be something that remains
Something... something...

A fire of unknown origin took my baby away
A fire of unknown origin took my baby away

[summer grace]

Depends on the song-I think.