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Every Breath You Take ~ The Police

Wish You Were Here ~ Pink Floyd
( ROCKKK ONNNN !! \m/ )

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Depends on the song-I think.

I was just listening to Nick Cave's "Murder Ballads" album, and this song, as always, creeps me out to no end. It's one of those songs that I thought was creepy the first 20-30 times I heard it - and then when I realized what ACTUALLY happens here, it was even creepier. Fans of John Milton might pick it up before others... and people easily disturbed by violence should probably not read it.

Song Of Joy (N. Cave)

Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man and his family
And I swear that it is true

Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
She was a sweet and happy thing
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the spring
I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
Or what life had in store
But all things move toward their end
All things move toward their their end
On that you can be sure


Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many days to follow
She grew so sad and lonely
Became Joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set sail
Farewell happy fields
Where joy forever dwells
Hail, horrors, hail

Was it an act of contrition? Or some awful premonition?
As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife -
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often I've asked that question
Well, then in quick succession
We had babies, one, two, three

We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
They were their mother's children
Their eyes were bright blue jewels
And they were quiet as a mouse
There was no laughter in the house
No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick friend
I was a doctor then
Joy and the girls were on their own


Joy had been bound with electrical tape
In her mouth a gag
She'd been stabbed repeatedly
And stuffed into a sleeping bag
In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived home
Said to the police on the telephone
Someone's taken four innocent lives

They never caught the man
He's still on the loose
It seems he has done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote "His red right hand"
That, I'm told, is from Paradise Lost
The wind round here gets wicked cold
And my story is nearly told
I fear the morning will bring quite a frost

And so I've left my home
I drift from land to land
I am upon your step and you are a family man
Outside the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend this small favour, friend
Would be the sum of earthly bliss
Do you reckon me a friend?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon
Do you, sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me in?

I always thought "Comfortably Numb" had really deep lyrics--you know, the kind that you have to be really high to fully comprehend.

Lay of the Land
by the Fall


Lay
Lay
Lay
Armageddon
This beautiful tree
Boo hoo
Give up living
Ample
Eye
They give in
On The Buses, up the stair
By the television
Pretend to learn
Where's the lay of the land
My son
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
The last Briton on the street
He's in a radio fuzz
He's dead and beat
No longer reflects our daft fate
We'll leave this city
In a quick coach, take the town in Surrey
There's nothing here but crooks and death
Kerb-crawlers,of the worst order
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
Eldritch house
With green moss
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Tiles drip from its roof
Home secretary has a weird look
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
The good Book of John
Surrounds the son
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Italic scribble on horizon
When the height of culture is a bad stew
Space bores, government disorder
Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
Where's the lay of the land
Where children circle in cycles
Giving jokes ad lib
By bearded writers
Who defected to
Higher realms
Advertising realms
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
(People laughing..people fighting..people watching)
Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind

Here are two from Leonard Cohen, who is my favorite modern poet:

"Anthem"

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah, the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government -
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

If It Be Your Will

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

Forever Young by Youth Group:

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the stars
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
Music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
Music's played by the mad men

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody, some are the beat
Sooner or later they'll all be gone
Why don't they stay young

It's hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fleeing horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever?

I also like 'Never Say Never' at the moment but that rlly only has two lines: 'I might like you better if we slept together but something in your eyes says maybe thats never' lol