Every Breath You Take ~ The Police
Wish You Were Here ~ Pink Floyd
( ROCKKK ONNNN !! \m/ )
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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
Mother of Pearl - Roxy Music
Turn the lights down, way down low
Turn up the music, hi as fi can go
All the gang's here, everyone you know
It's a crazy scene, hey there just look over your shoulder
Get the picture? No no no no .......(Yes)
Walk a tightrope, your life-sign-line
Such a bright hope, right place, right time
What's your number? Never you mind
Take a powder, but hang on a minute what's coming round the corner?
Have you a future? No no no no .......(Yes)
Well I've been up all night again party-time wasting is too much fun
Then I step back thinking of life's inner meaning and my latest fling
It's the same old story all love and glory it's a pantomime
If you're looking for love in a looking glass world it's pretty hard to find
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Divine intervention always my intention so I take my time
I've been looking for something I've always wanted but was never mine
But now I've seen that something just out of reach glowing very Holy grail
Oh mother of pearl lustrous lady of a sacred world
Thus even Zarathustra another time loser could believe in you
With every goddess a let down every idol a bring down
It gets you down but the search for perfection
Your own predilection goes on and on and on and on
Canadian Club love a place in the Country everyone's ideal
But you are my favorita and a place in your heart dear makes me feel more real
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't change you for the whole world
You're highbrow, holy with lots of soul melancholy shimmering
Serpentine sleekness was always my weakness like a simple tune
But no dilettante filigree fancy beats the plastic you
Career girl cover exposed and another slips right into view
Oh looking for love in a looking glass world is pretty hard for you
Few throwaway kisses the boomerang misses spin round and round
Fall on featherbed quilted faced with silk softly stuffed eider down
Take refuge in pleasure just give me your future we'll forget your past
Oh mother of pearl submarine lover in a shrinking world
Oh lonely dreamer your choker provokes a picture cameo
Oh mother of pearl so so semi-precious in your detached world
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
OMG! Thank you! A song that I actually know. Sorry that I freaked out. It's just that I haven't seen that song on the thread until now.Quote:
Originally Posted by crisaor
I heard this song first on VOA and then spent many hours to find it from internet. I usually don't care about lyrics in songs. Because while listening, music is more important for me. Nevertheless, I enjoyed these lyrics:
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Fast Car
Tracy Chapman
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way
Has anyone posted this before?
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
by Neutral Milk Hotel
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me
Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all
If I read the first verse of the Live track lyrics as a poem I would want to read the rest.. the Hole lyrics I post out of bewilderment (the music is really good but interpretations are welcome!).
Live, Lightning Crashes
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lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door
lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall
oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide
Hole, Softer, Softest
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I tell you everything
And I hope that you won't tell on me
And I'd give you anything
And I know that you won't tell on me
Pee-girl gets the belt
It only makes me cry
And all your milk is sour
And I can only cry
And I can only cower
And I can only cry
You have all the power
I've got a blister from
Touching everything I see
The abyss opens up
It steals everything from me
Pee-girl gets the belt
The old milk makes me mind
Your milk is so sick
Your milk has a dye
Your milk is so sick
Your milk has a dick
Burn the witch, the witch is dead
Burn the witch, burn the witch
Just bring me back her head
Pee-girl gets the belt
The old milk makes me mind
Your milk is so mean
Your milk turns to mine
Your milk turns to cream
Sang this with 60 other people of my hall in a highschool competition: we won! (I'm not geeky!) :D Anyway, 3 weeks of practice really engrave something in your memory, but gotta love Freddie. :)
Crazy little thing called love - Queen
This thing called love, I just can't handle it
This thing called love, I must get 'round to it
I ain't ready; crazy little thing called love
This thing called love, it cries (like a baby) in the cradle all night
It sings, it jives, it shakes all over like a jellyfish,
And I like it; crazy little thing called love
There goes my baby! She knows how to rock and roll
She drives me crazy! She gives me hot cold fever;
She leaves me in a cool cool sweat
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip, get on my track
Take a back seat, hitchhike; take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready; crazy little thing called love
Guitar solo ~~~~~~~~~~~~Yeah! :)
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip, get on my track
Take a back seat, hitchhike; take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready; crazy little thing called love
This thing called love, I just can't handle it
This thing called love, I must get 'round to it
I ain't ready; crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
...
:thumbs_up
It is no poetry writing but I just felt like posting it anyway... :)
Moved By You (Everything) - Lifehouse
Find me here
Speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.
You are the strength that keeps me walking.
You are the hope that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose... You're everything...
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Cause you're all I want, you're all I need,
You're everything, everything...
You're all I want, you're all I need,
You're everything, everything...
You're all I want, you're all I need,
You're everything, everything...
You're all I want, you're all I need,
You're everything, everything...
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
A Town Called Malice
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
Cos it’s the one we’ll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you’ve never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
But it’s up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It’s enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere’s a fine blend of ice -
I’m almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole street’s belief in sunday’s roast beef
Gets dashed against the co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear
It’s a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It’s at the moment bound for nowhere -
Just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
But I’d sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.
The Jam
Great song.
Shyness is nice, and shyness can stop you,
From doing all the things in life you'd like to.
Coyness is nice, and coyness can stop you,
From saying all the things in life you'd like to.
So if there's something you'd like to try,
If there's something you'd like to try,
Ask me I won't say no how could I?
Spending warm summer days, indoors,
Writing frightening words, to a buck toothed girl in Luxembourg.
Ask me Ask me Ask me, because,
If it's not love, then it's the bond,
the bond, the bond, the bond,
the bond, the bond, the bond that will bring us together.
Nature is a language, can't you read?
Nature is a language, can't you read?
So Ask me Ask me Ask me, Ask me Ask me Ask me,
Because,
If it's not love, then it's the bond,
then it's the bond that will bring us together.
Wonderful.Quote:
Originally Posted by ShoutGrace
And when you're dancing and laughing
And finally living
Hear my voice in your head
And think of me kindly.
Rubber Ring
I adore the smiths ^^ that is just one of many reasons why.
The Mountain Goats
faultlines.
down here where the heat's so fine
i'll drink to your heath and you drink to mine
as we try to make the money we scored out in vegas
hold out for a while.
we drink, vodka from russia
we get our chocolates from belgium
we have our strawberriest flown in from england.
yeah but none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end.
i've got a cracked engine block, both of us do.
yeah the house and the jewels, the italian race car
they don't make us feel better about who we are.
i've got termites in the framework, so do you.
down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
where i worship the ground underneith of your feet,
we are experts in the art of frivilous spending.
and it's gone on like this, for 3 years i guess
and we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess.
and the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies
is stumbling across its bleak ending.
but none of the rage in our eyes
seems to finish it off where it lies.
i got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do.
yeah the fights and the lies that we both love to tell
fail to send our love to it's reward down in hell
i got pudding for a backbone, so do you!
la la la la.
hey hey!
A band called The Adjusters does a wonderful version of this song. You mite like it alot.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Unnamable
I love lyric threads! It's so hard to know which one to start with but I'll start with the lyrics to the song I'm currently listening, Come Calling(Her Song) by the Cowboy Junkies. Margo Timmins' haunting voice fits these lyrics so perfectly.
The stillness here,
like what he sometimes finds inside her,
hits so hard it can steal your breath forever
He sometimes wonders
is the sum of their lives together
him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters
These days he's drinking for the pleasure of falling
and he's falling for the pleasure of pretending
that she's sitting by the window waiting
for him to come calling
If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours
we'd sit on the point
and watch the sun continually flounder
Bathed in gold we'd plug into some kind of power
and connect with those days
back before all of this went sour
'Cause I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling
and I'm falling for the pleasure of pretending
that you're sitting by the window waiting
for me to come calling
Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper
and with the last of the sun
you can feel the approach of the winter
Now is the time of each day
that I Desperately miss her
I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her
So you're drinking for the pleasure of falling
and you're falling for the pleasure of pretending
that I'm sitting by the window waiting
for you to come calling
What is Love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... Uhhhh there's more, but no one remembers it, I'm sure Seal himself doesn't.
What is Love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more *continues*
I just spent the night listening to Todd Rundgren. So I just had to post some of his words. There is schmalz here, it's true, but it's beautiful schmalz. :nod:
Quote:
Compassion Todd Rundgren
You want more, and still more,
Until you get more than you ever bargained for.
Now its plain, clear as rain,
I've seen your symptoms many times before.
Lying on your bed of pain
What will you have now?
What are riches untold in a life without compassion?
For there's no winter as cold
as a life without compassion.
There's no prescription that's sold
that can heal you like compassion.
Well you tried and you cried,
And let your disappointment make you hard inside.
You have doubt, you reach out,
Still you're the only one you care about.
Hiding in your sack of woe
What do you need now?
For there is nothing so sad
as a life without compassion.
And even love has turned bad,
it was love without compassion.
And you don't need what you had
'Cause you did not have compassion.
Dying on your bed of pain
What will you have now?
You'll get no judgment from me,
I can only feel compassion.
And if that's what you need,
I will give you my compassion.
Just don't forget about me
'Cause we all need some compassion.
Open up your heart
so you can start to feel compassion.
Get down on your knees,
pray to heaven for compassion.
Everybody needs compassion.
If you want to be healed
then you know you got to feel compassion.
Are we supposed to know what schmalz is?
(In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm.")
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.Quote:
Originally Posted by Shanna
Good luck with your own attempt to do so.
"I'll Not Contain You" - The Microphones
I'll not contain you,
I won't look for you in my room.
Through lengthy talks I'll not contain you.
Through climbing arms, I'll reach my loft.
Through rotting skin, I'll leave my coffin.
Through callous work, I will grow soft.
My eyes narrow towards a light -
A place where we hotly radiate.
Things aren't concrete there
And we fastly glide over the bay,
Over our days to get there.
And I'll not contain you.
"Rosemary" - The Grateful Dead
Boots were of leather
A breath of cologne
Her mirror was a window
She sat quite alone
All around her
the garden grew
scarlet and purple
and crimson and blue
She came and she went
and at last went away
The garden was sealed
when the flowers decayed
On the wall of the garden
a legend did say:
No one may come here
since no one may stay
"College" - Animal Collective
You don't have to go to college
Moon River - J Mercer
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style someday
Oh dream maker, you heart breaker!
Wherever you're going I'm going your way
Two drifters off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend; Moon River and me.
A few songs from the CD's I bought today:
Tea Party ~ Temptation
Driven by restrained desire
I want what I need
Shaking as her sex takes hold
I've lost all control
Drowning in a sea of rage
I taste the embrace
Helpless as it steals my soul
I've lost all control
We exist in a world where the fear of illusion is real
And we cling to the past to deny and confuse the ideal
Once inside, we conceive and believe in a god we cant feel
Destined by a fate so cruel
And drugged to delight
I'm laughing as the lies unfold
I've lost all control
Temptation
It never lets me down
One foot in the ground
Temptation
You satisfy my soul
Temptation
I've lost all control
Tea Party ~ Psychopomp
You wanted this
So sad to see
The sweet decay
Of ecstasy
And you want it all
A frozen sun
Will guide you there
As shadows hide
The deep despair
I'll give you something more
And you'll fade away
One last kiss before
You fade away
So sleep tonight
In idle dreams
The pain will drown
Your silent screams
And you want it all
I'll give you something more
And you'll fade away
One last kiss before
You fade away
Lives you once adored
Will fade away
Lies you cant ignore
You soon repay
As you fade away
Counting Crows ~ Round Here
Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling distance between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where? I dont know
Maria says she's dying
Through the door I hear her crying
Why? I dont know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands
Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning
She says "It's only in my head"
She says "shhh I know its only in my head"
But the girl in the parking lot
Says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life:
She must be tired of something
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late
This song was in the movie American Gigolo. Richard Gere is singing
along with it while he packs his suitcase, but I don't think it's on
the soundtrack.
Smokey Robinson has been called the poet laureate of soul music. He
has written some 4000 songs and recorded hundreds.
The Love I Saw In You Was Just A Mirage
(Smokey Robinson)
There you were beautiful
The promise of love was written on your face
You led me on with untrue kisses
You held me captive in your false embrace
Quicker than I could bat an eye
Seems you were telling me goodbye
Just a minute ago your love was here
All of a sudden it seemed to disappear
Sweetness was only heartache's camouflage
The love I saw in you was just a mirage
We used to meet in romantic places
You gave the illusion that your love was real
Now all that's left are lipstick traces
From the kisses you only pretended to feel
And now our meetings you avoid
And so my world you have destroyed
Just a minute ago your love was here
All of a sudden it seemed to disappear
The way you wrecked my life was like sabotage
The love I saw in you was just a mirage
You only filled me with despair
By showing love that wasn't there
Just like the desert shows a thirsty man
A green oasis where there's only sand
You lured me into something I should have dodged
The love I saw in you was just a mirage
I don't know if this has already been mentioned, but The Velvet Underground's "The Gift" has great lyrics...
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now mid-August which meant that he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months, and all he had to show were three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone calls.
True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin and he to Locust, Pennsylvania she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity.
She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement.
She would remain faithful. But lately Waldo had begun to worry.
He had trouble sleeping at night and when he did, he had horrible dreams.
He lay awake at night, tossing and turning underneath his printed quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes,
As he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some Neanderthal,
Finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion. It was more than the human mind could bear.
Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him.
Daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts.
And the thing was, they wouldn't understand who she really was.
He, Waldo, alone, understood this.
He had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche.
He had made her smile, and she needed him, and he wasn't there. (Awww.)
The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers Parade was scheduled to appear.
He had just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons lawn for a dollar-fifty
And had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha.
There was nothing more than a circular form the Amalgamated Aluminum Company of America inquiring into his awning needs.
At least they cared enough to write.
It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in
the mails. Then it struck him: he didn't have enough
money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly
simple. He would ship himself parcel post special
delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket
to purchase the necessary equipment. He bought
masking tape, a staple gun and a medium sized
cardboard box, just right for a person of his build.
He judged that with a minimum of jostling he could
ride quite comfortably. A few airholes, some water, a
selection of midnight snacks, and it would probably be
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly
packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up
at three o'clock. He'd marked the package "FRAGILE"
and as he sat curled up inside, resting in the foam
rubber cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried
to picture the look of awe and happiness on Marsha's
face as she opened the door, saw the package, tipped
the deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo
finally there in person. She would kiss him, and then
maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package
and he felt himself borne up. He landed with a thud
in a truck and then he was off.
Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It
had been a very rough weekend. She had to remember
not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about it
though. After it was over he'd said that he still
respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way
of nature and even though no, he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they
were grown adults. Oh, what Bill could teach Waldo --
but that seemed many years ago. Sheila Klein, her
very, very best friend walked in through the porch
screen door into the kitchen. "Oh God, it's
absolutely maudlin outside."
"Ugh, I know what you mean, I feel all icky." Marsha
tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk
outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt
grains on the kitchen table, licked her finger and
made a face.
"I'm supposed to be taking these salt pills, but," she
wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like throwing
up."
Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an
exercise she'd seen on television. "God, don't even
talk about that." She got up from the table and went
to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and
blue vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than
steak." And attempted to touch her knees. "I don't
think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again." She gave up
and sat down, this time nearer the small table that
supported the telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she
said to Sheila's glance.
Sheila nibbled on a cuticle. "After last night, I
thought maybe you'd be through with him."
"I know what you mean. My God, he was like an
octopus. Hands all over the place." She gestured,
raising her arms upward in defense. "The thing is
after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you
know, and after all he didn't really do anything
Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him, you
know what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila
was giggling with her hand over her mouth. "I'll tell
you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," she
bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to," and now she
was laughing very loudly.
It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence
Darrow Post Office rang the door bell of the large
stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in.
He had his yellow and his green slips of paper signed
and left with a fifteen-cent tip that Marsha had
gotten out of her mothers small beige pocket book in
the den. "What do you think it is?" Sheila asked.
Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. S
he stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in
the middle of the living room. "I don't know."
Inside the package Waldo quivered with excitement as
he listened to the muffled voices. Sheila ran her
fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the
center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the
return address and see who it is from?" Waldo felt
his heart beating. He could feel the vibrating
footsteps. It would be soon.
Marsha walked around the carton and read the
ink-scratched label. "Ugh, God, it's from Waldo!"
"That schmuck," said Sheila. Waldo trembled with
expectation. "Well, you might as well open it," said
Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the stapled flap.
"Ahh, ****," said Marsha groaning. "He must have
nailed it shut." They tugged at the flap again. "My
God, you need a power drill to get this thing opened."
They pulled again. "You can't get a grip!" They
both stood still, breathing heavily.
"Why don't you get the scissors," said Sheila. Marsha
ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a
little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement.
She ran downstairs and when she came back, she had a
large sheet-metal cutter in her hand.
"This is the best I could find." She was very out of
breath. "Here, you do it. I'm gonna die." She sank
into a large fluffy couch and exhaled noisily.
Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape
and the end of the cardboard, but the blade was too
big and there wasn't enough room. "Godamn this
thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then,
smiling, "I got an idea."
"What?" said Marsha.
"Just watch," said Sheila touching her finger to her
head.
Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with
excitement that he could barely breathe. His skin
felt prickly from the heat and he could feel his heart
beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila
stood quite upright and walked around to the other
side of the package. Then she sank down to her knees,
grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath
and plunged the long blade through the middle of the
package, through the middle of the masking tape,
through the cardboard, through the cushioning and
(thud) right through the center of Waldo Jeffers head,
which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs
of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun.
I'm sure this one has been mentioned before, but it is one of my favorites:
A Case of You - Joni Mitchell
Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And I said, "Constant in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar"
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
And I sketched your face on it twice
Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I'd still be on my feet
Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
"Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I'd still be on my feet
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
Oh but be prepared to bleed"
Oh but you are in my blood you're my holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
Still I'd be on my feet
I'd still be on my feet
32 Flavors - Ani Difranco (my life's theme song)
squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you're going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said
both my parents taught me about good will
and i have done well by their names
just the kindness i've lavished on strangers
is more than i can explain
still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
just so i would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
till i'd passed and left them alone
and god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying past
i'm not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and i would like to state for the record
i did everything that i could do
i'm not saying that i'm a saint
i just don't want to live that way
no, i will never be a saint
but i will always say
squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you might find you're starving
and eating all of the words you said
Here's one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite artists - Richard Thompson is one of the world's most underrated guitarists and also a great songwriter with a unique (and extremely English) voice. For those of you in foreign climes, "Put it there" refers to offering a handshake (not sure if that translates into Americanglish). This is a beautifully bittersweet song - you really need to hear the venom in the delivery of these lyrics to fully appreciate it - I'd hate to be the inspiration for this!
Quote:
PUT IT THERE PAL - Richard Thompson
Old friend, it's been so long, and it's been so real
And if I helped you once it was no big deal
Too bad I can't be there when they call your name
They're going to write you down in the hall of fame
You really got what you wanted, I'm thrilled as pie
It really couldn't happen to a nicer guy
Put it there pal, put it there
Now and then just throw me a crumb
Put it there pal, put it there
Thanks for the help when I needed it, chum
You saw me drowning, you said I was a fake and laughed
Then you jumped right in and used me for a raft
You shot me down with friendly fire
You were all dressed up to play Gun For Hire
The rope you threw me was made of barbed wire
But put it there pal, put it there, pal
Put it there
I know you mean well, call me a sentimental fool
I know sometimes you've got to be kind to be cruel
When you pat me on the back, that was quite some slap
That kind of compliment, it could kill a chap
So I'll drink your health, oh this emotion's given me a thirst
But maybe I'll have my food-taster drink it first
Put it there pal, put it there
You deserve everything you got coming
Put it there pal, put it there
Call me up if you want to come slumming
Some say you're a rattlesnake in the grass
But I say the sun shines out of your arse
So it's no hard feelings, live and let live
With a gift like yours, you're born to give
You're so full of love it leaks out like a sieve
So put it there pal, put it there pal
Put it there
Put it there
Put it there
Put it there, pal
Put it there, pal
Put it there, pal
This song is one of my absolute favorites, period.
WINTER LIGHT----TIM FINN
It's always in the back of your mind
When everything is dark, still something shines
One chilly afternoon, you drew the blind
The earth was frozen
Ice upon the water
All at once you saw her
There in the Winter Light
Then the light came bouncin' up, from stony ground
And deep within the earth you heard the sound
Breakin' like a rock you grew profound
The earth was frozen
Ice upon the water
All at once you saw her
There in the Winter Light
There in the Winter Light
There in the Winter Light
Making everything look beautiful
Light, a child with his own fantasmagoria
Light that spills from billions of excited atoms
Light that lingers in a quiet room
Reveal for me shine for me
There in the Winter Light
Shine for me, reveal for me
There in the Winter Light
There in the Winter Light