I just love that.It is rather like a deep m ovie all condensed into a few dozen lines.
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I just love that.It is rather like a deep m ovie all condensed into a few dozen lines.
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
What an unfortunate name.Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
But seriously, I really like those lyrics.
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.
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?
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
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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
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
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.
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...
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
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
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.
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
Nice one Beer, I was thinking of posting pocket knife but my favourite line would have been ****ed!
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
Again, I would post Nick's song about Tori Amos, "Green Eyes", but that would get very ****ed as well! :lol: :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by beer good
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
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
Burma Shave.
I know. Tom at his most Dylanesque. But tinged with Dashiel Hammett. Excellent stuff. One of his best.
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
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
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!
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
that is really riveting and beautiful. I appreciate your sharing this, thank you.Quote:
Originally Posted by beer good
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by beer good
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
Ah, yes. Stephin Merritt is something of a genius.Quote:
Originally Posted by blp
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.
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.
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
I know. I could go on and on. But I'll confine myself to just one more, alright two:Quote:
Originally Posted by beer good
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!
are song lyrics considered poetry?
i think some are...depends tho.. :banana: :banana:
anyone else agree??
A lot of people here think so.
See this thread - just below yours! :nod:
YES!!!
:banana:
I think it's subjective and depends on the song