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PostPosted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 11:26 am    Post subject: Words, words, words... Reply with quote

Salvator's post in the "showtime baby" thread made me realise we don't have a favourite lyrics thread yet!

So here it is: what is your favourite lyrics. To prevent this thread from becoming a pointless quote-fest, I suggest you not only post the lyrics, but add an interpretation, or account why you like these lyrics so much.

Later on, I will prove in a close analysis that the song "sexyback" by Justin Timberlake is indeed about doing 'it' doggystyle, but for now, I will start with one of my all time favourite lyrics.


Leonard Cohen wrote:

Famous Blue Raincoat

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear --

Sincerely, L. Cohen


Everytime I hear this song, the sense of despair sents shivers down my spine. The description of New York as busy, with music all through the evening only heightens the melancholy and clashes nicely with the peaceful image of a little house deep in the desert. Written from the point of view of a cuckolded lover, it shows how complicated triangular relations can be. The love between the narrator and Jane seems to have died out long before the man with the famous blue raincoat appeared with a rose in his teeth and took the trouble from Jane's eyes. Although there is a hint that the cuckolded lover first reacted violently towards Jane, he now writes a letter to his rival to actually thank him for bringing some joy into her life. He even misses his rival - maybe the trouble in Jane's eyes is returning and he knows only the man in the famous blue raincoat can take it away again. It must be horrible to realise this about the woman you love, that there is something only another man can give her.

The man in the raincoat remains a mystery. There seems to be an atmosphere of great tragedy surrounding him: drugs, paranoia (why is he at the station to meet every train? is he waiting for someone who is already dead or disappeared? Could the mentioning of Lili Marlene point towards some war-related trauma?). The image of his torn raincoat seems to be summing up his entire character and tragedy. I have the feeling that this man was loved and known by quite a few people (his raincoat is famous, after all), before his final decline. A tragic, but loveable character, who is still dearly remembered by even his enemy now that he has become a reclusive "deep in the desert".
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 3:53 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hmm... Hard. I'de have to say "Melodies of Life" in FFIX. It really touches and speaks to me. I'll get lyrics later.
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PostPosted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 10:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

College Girls Are Easy: Beastie Boys.

And please dont take that seriously. I'm not a chauvinistic male sexist giant walking phallus. It's a joke, just like Real Buffet of Manliness ffs.
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 11:00 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Well. I've been hooked on Avenged Sevenfold for the past month. And their song called Seize the day really just made me sit there and listen to them. It struck a chord in me... and made me think about my great-grandmother who passed away about 2 years ago and my boyfriend who I'm absolutely in love with. Well...here's the lyrics.


Seize The Day

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry
These streets we travel on will undergo our same lost past

I found you here, now please just stay for a while
I can move on with you around
I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?
I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done
We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one picture)

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over
Newborn life replacing life, replacing all of us, changing this fable we live in
No longer needed here so where should we go?
Will you take a journey tonight, follow me past the walls of death?
But girl, what if there is no eternal life?

I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one picture)

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
Its empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over
Trails in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna die alone without you there
Please tell me what we have is real

So, what if I never hold you, or kiss your lips again?
I never want to leave you and the memories for us to see
I beg don't leave me

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
Its empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over
Trails in life, questions of us existing here, don't wanna die alone without you there
Please tell me what we have is real

(Silence you lost me, no chance for one more day)
I stand here alone
Falling away from you, no chance to get back home...

I'll post the song sooner or later.
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 12:53 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

That was beautiful. Very Happy
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 6:26 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The lyrics I put up? Thanks Bleu.
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 11:34 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

No seriously, it made me visualize my years as a college student.

*DING, Pizza delivery boy delivering my last pizza of the simester happens to be an idiot with no life*

DB: Hello, suh', may I taketh you odor?
Bleu (my real nickname, by the way): You're already holding my order.
DB: Sure, but dude, where's my car? -eth?
Bleu: Are you sure you're supposed to be my delivery boy?
Bleu: He usually isn't this ignorant of how things work around here...
DB: I asure you, madam, that I swear to drunk that I'm not God.
Bleu: C-can... C-can I just have my pizza?
DB: Let me sing you a song. *sings with the lyrics put up*
Bleu: This gives me a crazy idea.

*Aramor comes in*

Aramor: You still haven't posted it up...

Bleu: ...Yeah, about that...
Bleu: scratches back of head*
Bleu: I kind of already did, but never wrote it out. It came out as the two FF videos ComNum commented on.

Aramor: guts Bleu in the head with a broken beer bottle*
Bleu: ack!

...And well, I thought of a Life-and-death situation when reading those lyrics you posted up, Spidey, and... well, I chose a life-or-death situation... and I died because I carelessly left a brken beer bottle in Aramor's sights. What happens to the DB, you ask? Well, he finds his car, which he gets killed by, running over him - it was still parked. Very Happy
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 11:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Ballad of Curtis Lowe by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Quote:

I used to wake the mornin'
Before the rooster crowed
Searchin' for soda bottles
To get myself some dough

Brought 'em down to the corner,
Down to the country store,
Cashed 'em in and gave my money
To a man named Curtis Lowe.

Old Curt was a black man with white, curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine did not have a care.
Used to own an old dobro, used to play across his knee
I'd give old Curt my money; he'd play all day for me.

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro.
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
'Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker who ever played the blues.

He looked to be sixty, maybe I was ten.
Mama used to whup me, but I'd go see him again.
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet, try to stay in time.
He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine.

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro.
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
'Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker who ever played the blues.

On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray.
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay.
Well, he lived a lifetime, playin' the black man's blues.
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to do.

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe!
I wish that you was here so everyone would know.
People said you were useless, them people all were fools,
'Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues.


Don't know why, but it always moves me.
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PostPosted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 2:34 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Yes, it's very, very nice. I got to get that song.
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PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:13 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world,they say they
Say theys theys they no!!

This song just reflects how I feel and think. *sob*
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PostPosted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 8:34 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Bomb The Music Industry! wrote:

I never was a drinker and now I'm an alcoholic, drinking just to fall asleep and hiding my smiles 'cause you can probably smell that shit on my teeth.
Drink it down, golden brown my sweet whiskey.
You feel nice on the inside, so nice on the inside.
Nice on the inside, so let's get pissed.

I never cried at movies and now I cry at the Simpsons.
I hide the tears so you can't see, and I wipe my eyes and pretend that I'm just falling asleep.
Don't come around, I've already destroyed everything.
I'm not coming outside. I'm not coming outside.
I've blown my only chance, so don't make me do anything.

Because from the moment it was up to us to break the rules and disobey, I'd trade it all in for an easy answer to let me raise my fist and say "No!"

I'm a target audience.
Paranoia setting in.
I can't have a conversation.
You're just like the other kids.
I'm well aware that they monitor my thoughts.
And if you count on me for anything, I'm sorry, but you're totally fucked.
You're fucked. Everybody's out of luck.
I'm just a kid who wants to get drunk.
It's nighttime. Look outside.
It's nighttime. Look outside.
It's nighttime. Look outside.
Let's go drink 'til we can't feel shit.

From the moment it was up to us to break the rules and disobey, I'd trade it all in for an easy answer to let me raise my fist and say "No!"

I gotta find something that's wrong with everything so now I'm all alone.
Forget solutions, I'll be at the bar drinking forgetting everything I know.

Then when the record stores start falling then it's up to us to break rules.
Stop sitting in your room watching advertisements and disobey.
Put down the bottle, get a megaphone and shout it to the world:
No way. No way.
No thanks.


Yeah, that'd be Ready... Set... No! by BTMI, which can actually be heard here.

Lyrics-wise BTMI is one of the best bands I know, right up there with Dead Kennedys and PUSA.
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:49 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Bomb the Music Industry ranks as "very enjoyable pop music" in one of those little lists that I sometimes make.

That's actually quite good by my standards.
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 9:45 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Well actually it's pop punk, but that's needless nitpicking. Genres are for jerks.

Ever hear The Epoxies? I can sort of picture you getting into them.
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 1:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Tom Waits wrote:
Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis

hey charlie i'm pregnant, and living on the 9th street
right above a dirty bookstore off euclid avenue
and i stopped takin dope, and i quit drinkin whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone,
and works out at the track

and he says that he loves me, even though it's not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up, like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring, that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday night.

and hey charlie i think about you, everytime i pass a fillin station
om account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair
and i still have that record, of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
now how do you like that?

hey charlie i almost went crazy, after mario got busted
so i went back to omaha to live with my folks
but everyone i used to know was either dead or in prison
so i came back to minneapolis
this time i think i'm gonna stay.

hey charlie i think i'm happy, for the first time since my accident
and i wish i had all the money that we used to spend on dope
i'd buy me a used car lot, and i wouldn't sell any of em
i'd just drive a different car every day,
dependin on how i feel

hey charlie for chrissakes, do you want to know the truth of it?
i don't have a husband, he don't play the trombone
and i need to borrow money to pay this lawyer
and charlie, hey,
i'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day


pure Tom Waits. another sad sad sad story from the beat and lonely American social margin. notice how modest prove the girl's ambitions, even though she's fantasizing about her dream life. this makes us wonder how much she must've gone through already.
the turning point in the last stanza is one of the saddest things i've ever encountered in a song.
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 3:59 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thanks Salvatore.

I have been trying to decide which Tom Waits song I would post to this thread. Because it seemed to me that only a Tom Waits song would be worth the effort for me to post here.

Christmas Card is not the song I would have picked, and I am still pondering which one it will be. But thanks for coming up with one from the deepest, creepiest, weirdest* songwriter out there today.

*In My Arrogant Opinion

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 4:54 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

What about "The Piano Has Been Drinking"?

I remember rolling around the floor with laughter when I first heard that one...
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 6:32 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Well, yeah.

The piano has been drinking,
My necktie is asleep.


But that is not the direction I want to go here.

Something more like November:

Novermber's cold chains, made of wet boot and rain,
Shiny black ravens, down chimney-smoked lanes.


Or, from the same album, The Black Rider, the title track:

Well I think I'll have the veal,
A lovely meal,
That's how I feel.
Oh, may I use your skull for a bowl?


Or even Singapore, from the album Rain Dogs:

Wipe him down with gasoline,
Until his arms are hard and mean,
From now on boys this iron boat's your home.
So heave away boys.



I wanna find the right song.
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PostPosted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:44 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

to me Christmas Card was the instant obvious choice. i think it was the first song that made me go "whoa, like, this Waits-dude, is like, awesome, man".

if i were to post something else, it would probably be "Better off without a wife" with its passages like:
I'm kinda selfish about my privacy
as long as I can be with me
we get along so well I can hardly believe it...


i love the way he did this one on the Nighthaws At The Diner album.
i love the way he did anything on the Nighthawks At The Diner album.
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PostPosted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 6:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Yeah, Nighthawks is waaaay cool. I would love to have been there, but I was only 13 in 1975, and I didn't even know Tom Waits existed for more than ten years after that.

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One of my faves on that album is Big Joe and Phantom 309.

Maybe that will be the one I post here, I was thinking about that one anyway.

Hm.
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 4:58 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I've been alternating between the original (Neil Young) version and the Indigo Girls version of "Down by the River".

Neil Young - Down By The River Lyrics
Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.

Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

You take my hand,
I'll take your hand
Together we may get away
This much madness
is too much sorrow
It's impossible
to make it today.

Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.

Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

In the cd linear (sp?) notes in the Indigo Girls they simply say, "Neil Young Rocks!" and go on to say that some songs are just powerful and I feel the same way about this one. An internet search turned up what is written below -- can't vouch for it, wasn't at the show:

New Orleans, Sep 27, 1984

Neil Young introducing the song "Down By The River":


I'd like to sing you a song about a guy who had a lot of trouble controlling himself. He let the dark side side come thru a little too bright.
One afternoon he took a little stroll down thru a field and thru a forest, 'til he could hear the water running along there. And he met his woman down there. And he told her she'd been cheatin' on him one too many times. And he reached down in his pocket and he pulled a little revolver out. Said "honey I hate to do this but you pushed me too far".

By the time he got back to town he knew he had to answer to somebody pretty quick. He went back to his house and he sat down on his front porch. About two hours later the sheriff's car pulled up out front. It started sinkin' in on him what he'd done. The sheriff walked up the sidewalk, he said "come with me son, I want to ask you a few questions".

As he heard the jail door shut behind him he sat down on a little wooden bench. And he looked out of the door - thru those bars - at this kind of wimpy looking sheriff out there. He started getting mad again and he realized what he had done.

There wasn't nothing he could do about it now though. He just sat down and put his head down and he started thinking to himself "I'm all by myself here, there's nobody on my side....."

Kinda depressing, but I still ike this song.
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PostPosted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 7:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thick As A Brick
Jethro Tull wrote:
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
and you shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master, thoughts moving ever faster,
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone, do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you 'way off-beam.

I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

Basically a poem calling people to think and be independant from society and it's conformative trends, since no one can really tell you how you should live your life.
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 11:29 am    Post subject: Change - Oingo Boingo Reply with quote

Change by Oingo Boingo (From the album Boingo)

Yeah, it's long...Play time: 15 min, 58 sec

Don't you ever wonder why
Nothing ever seems to change
If it does it's for the worse
Seems it's just a modern curse

Sometimes when I take a peek
Outside of my little cage
Everyone looks so asleep
Will they die before they wake?

And hey, don't you know?
We're just products of our time and
Hey, what d'ya say?
Show me yours, I'll show you mine

Better dumb and happy than
Smart and without any friends
Better cute and better loud
Better join up with the crowd

Keep up or be left behind
There's a dust storm in my mind
Seems I can't see straight these days
Doesn't matter anyway

And hey, don't you know?
We're just products of our time
And hey, what d'ya say?
show me yours, I'll show you mine

Hey, what d'ya say?
Hey, what d'ya say?
Please don't ever...

Oh God, here's that question now
The one that makes me go insane
I'll gladly tear my heart out if you
Never, never, never, never change

Do you want to change?
Do you want to change right now?
Do you want to change?

<instrumental break>

I like my life just the way it is
And I wouldn't even change it
For a thousand flying pigs
And I like you just the way you are

I like your face just the way it is
And I wouldn't even trade it
For a herd of screaming kids
And I like you just the way you are

I like you though you may not like me back
I would dazzle you with brilliance
If I only had the knack
'Cause I like you just the way you are

I like this life just the way it is
And the castles all around me
Have been melting now for years
And it kills my brain to think of
All the time I wasted here
All the efforts, sweat, and broken hearts
The screaming and the tears
And I'm dreaming again . . . <repeat & fade to instrumental>

Floating in a pool of mud
Trying to get back where I was and
I... don't really care

Got a little talking to
By the mirror in my room and
I... don't really care

Whispering voices from the dead
Come from underneath my bed and
I... don't really care . . .

I like my stupid life just the way it is
And the chaos that surrounds me
Like a flock of screaming pigs

And it hurts my brain to think of all
The stupid things I've said
And if I could change the future
I would change the past instead
And I'm dreaming again . . . and I'm dreaming again . . .

<instrumental break>

Baby - sometimes I worry about you
Sometimes you're so far away, tell me what to do, I say
Baby . . . sometimes I worry about you
Sometimes I just can't believe everything you do, I say
Baby . . . sometimes I worry about you
Every day I feel the same, don't you feel it too

I say, baby (I've been feeling too much pain) sometimes I worry about me
Seems I'm falling down a lot, (never change, never change) in between the scenes
I say, baby (don't you ever wonder why nothing ever neems to change). . . sometimes I worry about me

Getting harder all the time, (never change, never change) harder now to see
I say, baby (sometimes when I take a peek). . . sometimes I worry about me
Light another cigarette, (never change, never change)have another dream

It's the same thing every day, nothing ever seems to change and I . . .

Do you really want to, really want to?
Hey, what d'ya say, hey what d'ya say?
Please don't ever...

Testaments and growing pains
Tranquilizers for the soul
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Evolution's cruelest joke

Why is everyone upset?
I once knew but I forget
Something happened, something strange
Something it appears has changed and

Hey, don't you know?
we're just products of our times
And hey, what d'ya say?
If I show you yours will you show me mine?

Hey, what d'ya say?
Hey, what d'ya say?
Please don't leave

Oh god, here's that question now
The one that makes me go insane
I'd gladly tear my heart out
If you never change, never change, never change, never change
Never, never, never, never change
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PostPosted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 6:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Some girls are bigger than others- the smiths



From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers


Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers


As Anthony said to Cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :


Oh, I say :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers


Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers


Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
And I'll send you mine
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