Celtic Women, Isle of Hope
"Isle of hope, Isle of tears, Isle of freedom, Isle of fears but it's not the island that you've left behind. That isle of hunger, isle of pain isle you'll never see again...."
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Celtic Women, Isle of Hope
"Isle of hope, Isle of tears, Isle of freedom, Isle of fears but it's not the island that you've left behind. That isle of hunger, isle of pain isle you'll never see again...."
"You Raise Me Up", also by Celtic Woman (there's Hayley Westenra on this video)Quote:
Originally Posted by isidro
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
(...)
Here's a great few lines from Dead Meadow
'Gifts of gold lie undisturbed at her open door
give until nothing's left then wish to give more
Hers is the love for which rivers flow
men fall from ladders to the ground below'
kinda sappy, but it's really the first time I've heard lyrics be this creative
Could probably think of a "more favorite" line, but here's one off the top of my head:
"Well, I guess there's nothing wrong with what you say.
But don't sell me, "There can't be better ways."
No white or black... just gray. Can you feel this
World with your heart and not your brain?"
-Pearl Jam, Green Disease
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- freedom was just another word for nothing left to lose. Janis Joplin (i know she didn't wrote that but thats the version i like the most)
- my feet is my only carriage. Bob Marley
- to be a rock and not to roll. Led Zeppelin
- if my wings should fail me, meet me jesus with another pair. Led Zeppelin
Quote:
Originally Posted by bazarov
great one
my dad said, back in 2004 or so, that George Bush should listen to that song
and they can plunder the cave of sorrow
they can strip the gallery bare
try to build a bridge around these visions in my head
choke every spark with a cloak of despair
but we got something they can't stifle
with their price tags and picture frames
a flower for every rifle
putting flesh on the bones of my dreams
David Gray - Flesh
I see Mary in the garden
the garden of a thousand sighs
she's holding pictures of our children
dancing in a sky filled with light
may I feel your arms around me
may I feel your blood mixed with mine
dream of life comes to me
like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line
Springsteen - The Rising
cast your eyes into the distance
try to focus on it all
catch the spirit of resistance
instead of pride before the fall
...careful what you say
becasue reality offends
just sit back and let your soul decay
as a century ends
David Gray - A Century Ends
A voice says "Don't worry, I'm here"
Just whisper the word 'tomorrow' in my ear
A house on a quiet street, a home for the brave
The glorious kingdom of the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments
And something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers
The end of a day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of her heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
springsteen - Devil's Arcade
This Hard Land - the whole freakin' song:
Hey there mister can you tell me
What happened to the seeds I've sown
Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they've never grown
They've just blown around from town to town
Back out on these fields
Where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land
Well me and my sister
From Germantown we did ride
We made our bed, sir
From the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin' for a place to stand
Where the sun burst through the clouds and fall like a circle
A circle of fire down on this hard land
Now even the rain it don't come 'round
Don't come 'round here no more
And the only sound at night's the wind
Slammin' the back porch door
Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown
In the dirt of this hard land
From a building up on the hill
I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"
I can hear them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin' low across the plains
It's me and you, Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand
We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land
Hey, Frank, won't you pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
Just one kiss from you, my brother
And we'll ride until we fall
Well sleep in the fields
We'll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning we'll make a plan
Well if you can't make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land
Patti Smith -
I was at the stadium
There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me
Marie and Ruth but to tell you the truth
I didn't hear them I didn't see
I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock
and I heard those bells chimin' in my heart
going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.
ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong
counting the time, then you came to my room
and you whispered to me and we took the big plunge
and oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine
and I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine
make her mine make her mine make her mine make her mine
Blackwaterside by Bert Jansch.
One morning fair I took the air
That hung about black waterside
T'was a gazing path all around it
And the Irish that I spied
All through the fog, the heart of the night
We lay in sport and at play
Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes
Singing 'Fair thee well today!'
That's not the promise that you gave to me
When first you lay on my breast
You could make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west
And so go home to your fathers garden
Go home and await your fill
And think on your own misfortune
That you brought with your wanton will
One morning fair I took the air
That hung about black waterside
T'was a gazing path all around it
And the Irish that I spied...
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Wow, there's some erudite stuff here.
As a once-misogynist, I always used to like these lines from 'My Fair Lady' --
"Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
Their heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags.
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating, vacillating,
Calculating, agitating, maddening, and infuriating hags."
(Well, I still do.)
And I like the way the song to which this is the introduction starts by asking the rhetorical question, "Why can't a woman be like that?" which. verse by verse, transmogrifies via, "Why can't a woman be like you?" and "Why can't a woman be like us?", to finally, "Why can't a woman be like ME?"
What a wonderful ego!