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    Lyrics from ''town without pity'' by Gene Pitney:

    ''...If we stop to gaze upon a star
    People talk about how bad we are
    Ours is not an easy age
    We're like tigers in a cage
    What a town without pity can do

    The young have problems,many problems
    We need an understanding heart
    Why don't they help us, try to help us
    Before this clay and granite planet falls apart...''
    I tend to think of myself as a natural disaster.
    If you really piss me off,naturally there be a disaster ...

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    Neurotica [a sort of Manhattan field guide?] King Crimson

    Good morning, it's 3am in this great roaring
    city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking
    spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their
    tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in
    the diner crossing the street swarthy herds of young
    impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza
    and over there the brilliant head ornament on that
    Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand
    in hand with the mandrill, it's a sight you're
    unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet . . .

    the stench and the noise, yes, yes, the howler's
    resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with
    the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the
    impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and
    the glass-eyed snapper hawking papers I can certainly
    live without also be cautious of the poisonous
    boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat
    and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing
    with a magazine stand? evidently he's getting a good reply . . .

    arrive in neurotica
    through neon heat disease
    I swear at the swarming herds
    I sweat the foul terrain
    I rove the moving scenery
    I have no fin
    no wing no stinger
    no claw no camoflauge
    I have no more to say . . .

    Say . . . isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over
    there look at that bush baby mud puppy noolbenger
    rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink
    siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers,
    they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue
    random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica . . .
    so long . . .


    I'm not sure it stands on its own but it is fun to read — at high speed in a few breaths

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    I think some Leonard Cohen is quite poetic. As is nearly everything Damien Rice writes. I posted the lyrics to his song, "Elephant" in another thread about his poetic prowess.

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    A lot of the Doors, in my opinion.



    This is the end
    Beautiful friend
    This is the end
    My only friend, the end

    Of our elaborate plans, the end
    Of everything that stands, the end
    No safety or surprise, the end
    I'll never look into your eyes...again

    Can you picture what will be
    So limitless and free
    Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
    In a...desperate land
    Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain

    And all the children are insane
    All the children are insane
    Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
    There's danger on the edge of town
    Ride the King's highway, baby

    Weird scenes inside the gold mine
    Ride the highway west
    Ride the snake, ride the snake
    To the lake, the ancient lake
    The snake is long, seven miles
    Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

    The west is the best
    The west is the best
    Get here, and we'll do the rest
    The blue bus is callin' us
    The blue bus is callin' us
    Driver, where you takin' us

    The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
    He took a face from the ancient gallery
    And he walked on down the hall
    He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
    Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
    He walked on down the hall, and
    And he came to a door...and he looked inside
    Father, yes son, I want to kill you
    Mother...I want to...WAAAAAA

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    Oh, and to Highwayman, hell yes to King Crimson!

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    It's All right Ma (I'm Only bleeding) by Bob Dylan
    http://youtu.be/GtW6crUOFQs

    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 fools gold mouthpiece
    The hollow horn plays wasted words
    Proved 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 you 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 marks
    Made everything from toy guns that sparks
    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 loose yourself, you reappear
    You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
    Alone you stand without 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 forget
    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 despite 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 platforms 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 been seen
    They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
    But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

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    Conversely, if you turn the sound off of Miley Cyrus' most recent video, it's a lovely avant-garde film work.
    “Why did god create a dual universe?
    So he might say
    ‘Be not like me. I am alone.'
    And it might be heard.”

    ― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

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    Quote Originally Posted by The Truth View Post
    Conversely, if you turn the sound off of Miley Cyrus' most recent video, it's a lovely avant-garde film work.
    And if you turn the video off you can contemplate something much, much more lovely: The wonderous miracle that is the modern high definition television set (or computer).

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    Any Simon and Garfunkel really, but Kathy's Song comes to mind!

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    I thought some of Paul Weller's songs from The Jam days stood up well, for example:

    Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop
    Serves his last then he says goodbye to him
    He knows it is a hard life
    But its nice to be your own boss really
    Walks off home does the last customer
    He is jealous of the man in the corner shop
    He is sick of working at the factory
    Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really)

    Sells cigars to the boss from the factory
    He is jealous is the man in the corner shop
    He is sick of struggling so hard
    Says it must be nice to own a factory

    Go to church do the people from the area
    All shapes and classes sit and pray together
    For here they are all one
    For God created all men equal
    According to Aldous Huxley, D.H. Lawrence once said that Balzac was 'a gigantic dwarf', and in a sense the same is true of Dickens.
    Charles Dickens, by George Orwell

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    I like some of Ian Curtis of Joy Division's lyrics. Often I thought he would write a real stand out line followed by another line that was not as good or a bit clichéd. He was a bit morbid.

    In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more,
    As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
    And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect,
    But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
    According to Aldous Huxley, D.H. Lawrence once said that Balzac was 'a gigantic dwarf', and in a sense the same is true of Dickens.
    Charles Dickens, by George Orwell

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    Gone

    I really liked this one song by Jack Johnson. The figurative language he uses just works perfectly to me.

    Gone, by Jack Johnson

    Look at all those fancy clothes
    But these could keep us warm, just like those
    And what about your soul, is it cold?
    Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?

    And cars and phones and diamond rings, bling, bling
    Those are only removable things
    And what about your mind, does it shine?
    Or are there things that concern you more than your time?

    Gone going, gone everything
    Gone give a damn
    Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
    Gone people, all awkward with their things, gone

    Look at you out to make a deal
    You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal
    And what about those shoes you're in today, they'll do no good
    On the bridges you burnt along the way

    You're willing to sell anything
    Gone with your herd, leave your footprints
    We'll shame them with our words
    Gone people, all careless and consumed,

    Gone, gone going,
    Gone everything, gone give a damn
    Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
    Gone people, all awkward with their things, gone

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    A fun one from Henry Cow:

    War

    Tell of the birth
    Tell how war appeared on earth

    Thunder and herbs
    Conjugated sacred Verbs
    Musicians with gongs
    Fertilized an egg with song
    Asleep in the sphere
    Her fetus was a knot of fear
    She butted with her horn
    Split an egg and war was born
    A miracle of hate
    She banged her spoon against her plate.

    Upon her spoon this motto
    wonderfully designed:
    "Violence completes the partial mind."

    Stacking the bones
    On the empty aerodrome
    Tinted turtle green
    She haunts the slender submarine
    She shakes her gory locks
    Over the deserted docks.

    Come follow me
    Out of dark obscurity
    Follow my torch
    Pilgrims at the double march
    Through meadows and seas
    Abattoirs and libraries
    The pilgrims increase
    Boasting they are led by peace
    They gut huts with gusto
    Pillage villages with verve
    War does what she has to
    People get what they deserve.

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    ''The sound of silence'' by Simon and Garfunkel,absolutely beautiful!

    ''Hello darkness, my old friend
    I've come to talk with you again
    Because a vision softly creeping
    Left its seeds while I was sleeping
    And the vision that was planted in my brain
    Still remains
    Within the sound of silence

    In restless dreams I walked alone
    Narrow streets of cobblestone
    'Neath the halo of a street lamp
    I turned my collar to the cold and damp
    When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
    That split the night
    And touched the sound of silence

    And in the naked light I saw
    Ten thousand people, maybe more
    People talking without speaking
    People hearing without listening
    People writing songs that voices never share
    And no one dared
    Disturb the sound of silence

    "Fools", said I, "You do not know
    Silence like a cancer grows
    Hear my words that I might teach you
    Take my arms that I might reach you"
    But my words, like silent raindrops fell
    And echoed
    In the wells of silence

    And the people bowed and prayed
    To the neon god they made
    And the sign flashed out its warning
    In the words that it was forming
    And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
    And tenement halls"
    And whispered in the sounds of silence...''
    I tend to think of myself as a natural disaster.
    If you really piss me off,naturally there be a disaster ...

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    Jazzman

    by

    Carol King


    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUBnLJdi1rU

    Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine
    Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman

    When the Jazzman's testifyin'
    A faithless man believes
    He can sing you into paradise
    Or bring you to your knees
    It's a gospel kind of feelin'
    A touch of Georgia slide
    A song of pure revival
    And a style that's sanctified

    Jazzman, take my blues away
    Make my pain the same as yours
    With every change you play
    Jazzman, oh, Jazzman

    When the Jazzman's signifyin'
    And the band is windin' low
    It's the late night side of morning
    In the darkness of his soul
    He can fill a room with sadness
    As he fills his horn with tears
    He can cry like a fallen angel
    When risin' time is near

    Jazzman, take my blues away
    Make my pain the same as yours
    With every change you play

    Oh, lift me, won't you lift me with every turnaround
    Play it sweetly, take me down, oh, Jazzman.

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