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    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.
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    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

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    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

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    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 ) 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
    In dreams begin responsibilities.

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    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
    winds take a pensive tone,
    and stars a tender fire,
    and visions rise, and change,
    that kill me with desire

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    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
    ok then.

  7. #157
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    I LOVE that Tom Waits song.

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    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

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    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)

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    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.

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    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.

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    My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery --always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
    -Virginia Woolf

    “I want to write a novel about Silence,” he said; “the things people don’t say. But the difficulty is immense.” He sighed. - Night and Day

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    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)'
    All across the telegraph
    His name it did resound,
    But no charge held against him
    Could they prove.
    And there was no man around
    Who could track or chain him down,
    He was never known
    To make a foolish move.

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    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
    dead on the inside, i've got nothing to prove
    keep me alive and give me something to lose

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    These are relatively new songs but I like them very much so I want to share with you.


    "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
    "The secret of contentment is the realization that life is a gift not a right".

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    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!

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