They shoulda made an action movie of "Lawyers, Guns & Money" in the 1980s, but I fear it is passé now. Some among that anonymous "they" did come to an understanding with Zevon for Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead -- reckon that paid for some pain pills later.
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Now this requires its own posting. This Irish rebel song depends in considerable measure on its delivery for its effect. Off the top of my head, I think the author was Thomas Moore, but I could be mistook.
The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, "Though all the world betrays thee, One sword at least thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under. The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its corse asunder, And said, " No chain shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free -- They shall never sound in slavery!" (Repeating the last four lines rallentando and più forte makes a good finish) |
After growing up hearing my parents listening to Johnny Cash, it was kind of wild when he did Nine Inch Nails "Hurt"
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hold The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything [Chorus:] What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here [Chorus:] What have I become My ssweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way |
That Johnny Cash album was like .. well he knew he was outa here & like a farewell type thingie. Semi morbid and a little spooky if you ask me. Like the "Street Survivors" album for Van Zant......
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Seems artists that are going through personal trauma like health issues or divorce do good music. Passionate performances. ;)
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Vern Gosdin is a good example. He has been through exactly as many nasty divorces as he has cut hit albums. He admitted it in an interview. Said the only way he could come up with all the tearjerking material was when he was knee deep in it himself. I checked it out (being a huge Gosdin fan) and the records chronologically parrallel his divorces. He can really write some sad shit.
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Happy Birthday Jerry
Jerome John Garcia August 1, 1942 - August 9, 1995 All the years combine, they melt into a dream, A broken angel sings from a guitar. In the end there’s just a song comes cryin’ up the night Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. Stella blue. stella blue. When all the cards are down, there’s nothing left to see, There’s just the pavement left and broken dreams. In the end there’s still that song comes cryin’ like the wind. Down every lonely street that’s ever been Stella blue. stella blue. I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, can’t win for trying. Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, Gonna make them shine, shine It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, There’s nothing you can hold, for very long. And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, It seems like all this life was just a dream. Stella blue. stella blue. |
A number of people/groups have done this song. I first heard it from a Celtic group called "North Sea Gas". Fine music.
If Wishes Were Fishes I wish I was home again, at home in my heart again, It's been a long time since my heart talked to me; Wastin' my precious days, wishin' my life away, If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets in the sea. If wishes were fishes, I know where I'd be, Casting my net in the dark rolling sea; And if my net's empty when it comes back to shore, I'll throw it away and go fishing no more. I wish I was young again, my song still to be sung again, The sweet tunes of my life have gone sour and off key; Writin' my tired old rhymes, tryin' to turn back time, If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets in the sea. If wishes were fishes, I know where I'd be, Casting my net in the dark rolling sea; And if my net's empty when it comes back to shore, I'll throw it away and go fishing no more. I wish I could care again, reach out and share again, Mend what's been broken and let it run free; The older I get, it seems the more wishin' takes the place of dreams, If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets in the sea. If wishes were fishes, I know where I'd be, Casting my net in the dark rolling sea; And if my net's empty when it comes back to shore, I'll throw it away and go fishing no more. |
Another Super Power Winning Friends
"Fields Of Athenry"
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling Michael, they have taken you away, For you stole Trevelyan's corn, So the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay. [Chorus:] Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they cut me down. Now you must raise our child with dignity. [Chorus] By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star falling As the prison ship sailed out against the sky Sure she'll wait and hope and pray, for her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. [Chorus] |
The Proclaimers
Yes I know you’re right I see it in your fierce eyes But me I’ve never thought straight Since the day I had the first doubt Yes I know you’re right And I’ll back you to a point pal But I’ll never be constrained By another man’s ideas now I spent too long on this road Looking for the answers But poverty and failure Aren’t what I’m after I painted fight on factories But they closed the factory down pal I want to find out where the heart’s gone Find out where the nerves gone What do you do When democracy fails you What do you do When the rest can’t see it’s true? Pat votes the scots way Just like her mother But south always takes all Just like her brother The next time she might vote So might the others But times running out pal Cause they’re giving up in numbers What do you do When democracy’s all through What do you do When minority means you? |
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep What do you feel when you look in the mirror Are you proud How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why Dear Mr. President Were you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy How can you say No child is left behind We're not dumb and we're not blind They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye Let me tell you bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh How do you sleep at night How do you walk with your head held high Dear Mr. President You'd never take a walk with me Would you Pink feat. Indigo Girls |
Some things take so long
But how do I explain When not too many people Can see we're all the same And because of all their tears Their eyes can't hope to see The beauty that surrounds them Isn't it a pity -george harrison |
"The Trouble With Me"
You see the trouble with me I've got a head full of fuck I'm a basket case I don't think I can love, love, love You see the trouble with you Is you're in love with me What a strange thing to do What a brave place to be So we dive On sunset strip Our hearts so deep I drown in it And as it breaks I swim through cracks And leave with words I can't take back You see the trouble with me Monkey see monkey do There's no you in tomorrow A better offer came through You see the trouble with you There's no trouble with you So when you say that you love me That stops me loving you So she stays On sunset strip Our hearts so full I drown in it She's waiting for My words to break The one true love I couldn't make So she walks That golden mile Men will try And catch her eye We both know What could have been On sunset strip Our broken dream |
Save Me by Unwritten Law
Had a bad day, don't talk to me, gonna ride this out, My little black heart, breaks apart, with your big mouth. And I'm sick of my sickness Don't touch me, you'll get this. I'm useless, lazy, perverted, and you hate me. You can't save me, You can't change me, Well I'm waiting for my wakeup call, And everything, everything's my fault. Went to the doctor, and I asked her, to make this stop. (whoa) Got medication, a new addiction, Fucking thanks a lot. I had to relapse, I'm bad at rehabs It ruins everything. (whoa) So point your finger, at the singer, He's in the pharmacy. You can't save me, You can't change me, Well I'm waiting for my wake up call, and everything's my fault. You can't save me, You can't blame me, Well I'm waiting here to take a fall, and everything, and everything's my fault. And I'm a death threat haven't slept yet, Baby why the wake up call I'm the bad boy tell the tabloids everything's my fault. Whoa whoa whoa yeah, write it write it, Whoa Whoa whoa everything's my fault, everything's my fault. I went to heaven, but couldn't get in, For what I have done. I said please take me, they said you're crazy you had too much fun. You can't save me, You can't change me, Well I'm waiting for my wake up call, and everything's my fault. You can't save me, You can't blame me, Well I'm waiting here to take a fall, and everything, everything's my fault. You can't save me, You can't change me, You can't save me, You can't change me, You can't save me, You can't change me,(everything's my fault) You can't save me, You can't change me, Everything's my fault. |
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Cold Looking back at me I see that I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you, I’m always wrapped up in things I cannot win You are the antidote that gets me by, something strong like a drug that gets me high What I really meant to say Is I’m sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold I never meant to be so Cold to you, I’m sorry about all the lies, maybe in a different light, You can see me stand on my own again cause now I can see You are the antidote that gets me by, something strong like a drug that gets me high What I really meant to say Is I’m sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold I never meant to be so cold Never meant to be, so cold I never really wanted you see the screwed side of me That I keep locked inside of me so deep, it always seems to get to me I never really wanted you to go so many things you should have known I guess for me there’s no home; I never meant to be so cold What I really meant to say Is I’m sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold I never meant to be so cold |
Jack Johnson
Better Together There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song I could sing But I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things like a, shoebox of photographs with sepiatone loving Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart Like why are we here? and where do we go? And how come we're so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving I'll tell you one thing its always better when we're together Chorus: MMM its always better when we're together look at the stars when we're together its always better when we're together Yeah, its always better when we're together And all of these moments just might find there way into my dreams tonight But I know that theyll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things but tomorrow night you see that theyll be gone too too many things I have to do But if all of these dreams might find there way into my day to day scene Ill be under the impression i was somewhere in between With only two Just me and you Not so many things we got to do or places we got to be We'll Sit beneath the mango tree its always better when we're together Somewhere in between together its always better when we're together Yeah, its always better when we're together MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm I believe in memories they look so, so pretty when I sleep Hey now, and when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me But there is no time, and there is no song I could sing and there is no, combination of words I could say but I will still tell you one thing We're Better together. |
and finally....
Tenacious D Fuck Her Gently This is a song for the ladies but fella's listen closely you don't always have to fuck her hard in fact sometimes that's not right to do sometimes you got to make some love a nd fucking give her some smoochies too sometimes you've got to squeeze sometimes you've got to say please sometime you've got to say hey i'm gonna fuck you softly i'm gonna screw you gently i'm gonna hump you sweetly i'm gonna ball you descreetly and then you say hey i've brought you flowers and then you say wait a minute sally i htink i've got something in my teeth could you get it out for me that's fucking teamwork what's your favorite posish that's cool with me it's not my favorite but i'll do it for you what's your favorite dish i'm not gonna cook it but i'll order it from zanzabar and then i'm gonna love you completely and then ill fucking fuck you descreetly and then i'll fuckin bone you completely but then i'm gonna fuck you hard hard |
Jingle Bells (by me) NSFW
Jingle Bells, your pussy smells,
It scared my dick away! You want to fuck tonight, But thats not right, your pussy's just too tight! :yum: |
How can it be too tight though? Isn't it the tighter the better?? C'mon!
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I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song. So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed. And in the personals column, there was this letter I read: "If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain. If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape." I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean. But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine. So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad. And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad. "Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne. I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape. At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape." So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place. I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face. It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you." And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew".. "That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne. If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape." "If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain. If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape." |
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What It's Like - Everlast
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you fucking slob," I hear you reply God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of." But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls." And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the downside of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart You know where it ends, though it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max Who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it comes that way At least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose |
The Envoy - Warren Zevon... Written in 1980, but still relevant...
Nuclear arms in the Middle East Israel is attacking the Iraqis The Syrians are mad at the Lebanese And Baghdad does whatever she please Looks like another threat to world peace For the envoy Things got hot in El Salvador CIA got caught and couldn't do no more He's got diplomatic immunity He's got a lethal weapon that nobody sees Looks like another threat to world peace For the envoy Send the envoy Send the envoy Whenever there's a crisis The President sends his envoy in Guns in Damascus Whoa, Jerusalem Nuclear arms in the Middle East Israel is attacking the Iraqis The Syrians are mad at the Lebanese And Baghdad do whatever she please Looks like another threat to world peace For the envoy Send the envoy . . . Send for me. |
Dwight Yoakum -Blame the Vain
I blame the vain for what we wear, And I blame the blind when we can't see. I blame it all on someone else, Till there's nobody left, then I just blame me. I blame her mind for the thoughts we share, Whoa, and I blame her heart for the time we cared. I blame it all on how we used to be, Till she's finally gone, then I'll just blame me. So go ahead and blame, Anything that you want. 'Cause it all ends up the same, When everything that you've been claiming is wrong. Oh and don't you know that blame, Is always never enough. It just keeps you in the game, Till you've only got yourself left to bluff. So I blame the vain for what we wear, Yeah, and I'll blame the blind when we can't see. I'll blame it all on someone else, Till there's nobody left, then I'll just blame me. Till she's fin'lly gone, then I just blame me |
He's Gone
Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him. Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head. Now he's gone, now he's gone, Lord he's gone, he's gone. Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone. Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride, hot as a pistol but cool inside. Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile, Nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile!!!! Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone. Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone. Goin' where the wind don't blow so strange, Maybe off on some high cold mountain chain. Lost one round but the price wasn't anything, A knife in the back and more of the same. Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, You know better but I know him. Like I told you, what I said, Steal your face right off your head. Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone. Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone. Ooh, nothin's gonna bring him back. |
Munchkins
Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go, Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out. Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low. Let them know The Wicked Witch is dead! Mayor As Mayor of the Munchkin City, In the County of the Land of Oz, I welcome you most regally. Barrister But we've got to verify it legally, to see Mayor To see? Barrister If she Mayor If she? Barrister Is morally, ethic'lly Father No.1 Spiritually, physically Father No. 2 Positively, absolutely Munchkins Undeniably and reliably Dead Coroner As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her. And she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead. Mayor Then this is a day of Independence For all the Munchkins and their descendants Barrister If any. Mayor Yes, let the joyous news be spread The wicked Old Witch at last is dead! Friom The Wizard of Oz |
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God Is Alive, Magic Is Afoot Leonard Cohen (c) 1966 God is alive...Magic is afoot...God is alive...magic is afoot... God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. God was Ruler, though his funeral lengthened. Many hurt men wondered. Many struck men bled. Magic is afoot...God is alive... Many weak men hungered. Though laws were carved in marble they could not shelter men; But magic would not tarry, it moves from arm to arm, Many men drove magic, but magic stayed behind; Many strong men lied. God is alive! Magic is afoot...God is alive...God is alive... This I mean to whisper to my mind: God is alive...Magic is afoot...Magic is afoot...God is alive.. |
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Part of Glycerine by Bush
I don't want this remember that I'll never forget where your at don't let the days go by glycerine I'm never alone I'm alone all the time are you at one or do you lie we live in a wheel where everyone steals but when we rise it's like strawberry fields If I treated you bad you bruise my face couldn't love you more you got a beautiful taste don't let the days go by could have been easier on you I coudn't change though I wanted to could have been easier by three our old friend fear and you and me glycerine (repeat) don't let the days go by glycerine I needed you more when we wanted us less I could not kiss just regress it might just be clear simple and plain that's just fine that's just one of my names don't let the days go by could've been easier on you glycerine |
Screamin' Jay Hawkings
Feast Of The Mau Maus Live 1969 ----------------------- OUH OUHH WOAH! HOAHH WOAWOAH!! Cut the fat off the back of a baboon Boil it down to a pound in a spoon Scoop the eyes from a fly flying backwards Take the jaws and the paws off a 'coon Take your time, ain't life for good cookin' 'Cause the rest of this mess ain't good lookin' Take the fleas from the knees of a demon Tell your pals "the gals will come screamin" To the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus They make wine from the spine of a bulldog It's a test for the best for who stays And the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus Brush your teeth with a piece of a goose toenail After death still a breath from a drunk in jail Pull the skin off your friend with a razor blade And tonight change tomorrow bring back yesterday Shake your hip, bite your lip, shoot your mother-in-law Put on your gorilla suit, drink some elbow soup and have a ball Get it straight, don't be late, it's time for mad fun Feast of the Mau Maus has begun - HAW! At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs It's a test for the best for who stays And a feast with the beast of the Mau Mau And a feast with the beast of the Mau Mau How they talk, man? They go like this WADEE? HUMDEE MWLADEE And how do the women talk? OU UH! DEWAH! OU UH CACKLE What you want when you wanta tell 'em You want some more to eat, man? Well how 'bout gimme some more of that meat there And pass me some of the inside of that thigh And spread some spread on it, you know In between the toes, yeah, sock it to me there, ooh Sure tastes good, man Gimme some more of that inside soul, yeah That, what you mean you ain't got no more soul? You won't eat that, WAH Feast of the Mau Mau They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs They stick their thumb in their eyeballs And make peepin' olives Yeah, that's what's happenin' Reach into his chest and pull out his ribs, man Let me bite on that cat's bone Sock it to me one time Evil, brother EVIIIL! Inside line, please Can I have a fried ear? |
Shriekback... Bastard Sons of Enoch
Cain decked the angel said "fuck you screw"
Shook the garden's dust from off his shoe Then he walked in the desert a mile or two He came to the plain where the medlars grew And he sat down on the burning sand Looked at the red on his brown right hand And he spoke to the devil about his plans Out to the east of Eden Oh, the devil said "Cain, I think this will fly I want this bastard deep and high From the guts of the earth to the clean blue sky Time to rape, scald, scar up and petrify" So with shovel and pick they worked side by side Till they ripped out a hole in the grandmother's side And the city rose out of it bad and wide Out to the east of Eden ENOCH BEGAT URUK BEGAT NINEVEH BEGAT BABYLON BEGAT SODOM BEGAT JERICHO BEGAT CAIRO BEGAT PORT SAID BEGAT [_________?] BEGAT BANGKOK BEGAT SAIGON BEGAT VEGAS BEGAT HAMBURG BEGAT NEW YORK CITY BEGAT MEGA CITY ONE BEGAT NEO TOKYO That was all now so long ago And down these mean streets now we all must go All our fears have come true and no help to know That only our thoughts have made them so All the people are scared as they can be Crying "don't try and come to close to me" Now we all prefer and don't you agree A mechanical kind of ecstacy And the masters preen and their wives impress And the witches burn and the slaves undress And they all get fucked and paid and blessed On the altars of their own success And the numb and stupid and dumb and vain Have their fatuous theories to explain Why nobody any longer feels the pain Down to the east of Eden Wanna see the infernal city Wanna see the ruined city Wanna see the poisoned city Wanna see the big bad city Wanna see the lost city Wanna see the dead city Wanna see the ghost city Wanna see the forbidden city |
"Pretentious? Moi?" -- Miss Piggy
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(Open Up) Your Filthy Heart (To Me) High above through veils of cloud I look on you again You're beautiful as always in this light About you shame and ignorance are clinging like a shroud But I can't wait to be with you tonight No angels walk beside you now No heroes hold your hands Your heart was broken but your mind's still free And down below me you are waiting smiling like a ghost Come open up your filthy heart to me Into your arms so long ago in innocence and fear I asked you for your dreams to make me wise Like a priestess like a whore you took me by the hand And showed me all your mysteries and lies But everywhere I go there still are echoes of you now Your golden streets that no one ever sees And all I ask is one last time Before my time has passed Come open up your filthy heart to me Mad dogs and millionaires have breathed upon your eyes Their rituals are sordid and so bland They whisper their banalaties They fawn and patronise How little all your suitors understand They try to dress you up like someone younger and more free Ridiculous they try to make you seem When what you are is perfect and I need no more than this Come open up your filthy heart to me |
Story of my fuckin life.
AGENT ORANGE LYRICS "Everything Turns Grey" Things don't seem to be as easy As they used to be It's getting harder every day To think of better things to say About what's going on around you And what's happening inside you When it's time to change you won't know how It won't matter years from now No matter what you think or do or say Everything turns grey This is it, the darkest hour Isn't it depressing how our Minds create an atmosphere That won't happen here Unless we make some new demands To grasp the future in our hands You know I wish I could but it's too late For senseless minds that love to hate No matter what they think or do or say Everything turns grey No matter what they think or do or say Everything turns grey |
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*ahem* (feet shuffling) 4 minutes and 32 seconds - John Cage |
Heroin - The Velvet Underground
I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me not, you guys And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off than dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' busy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know |
Danzig - Thirteen
Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at With the number '13' tattooed on my neck That ink starts to itch Black gon' turn to red I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young Got a long line of heartache I carry it well The list of lives I've broken Reach from here to Hell And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back Pray you don't look at me And I pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young Found me with a preacherman confessin' all I done Catch me with the devil playing 21 And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at I was born in the soul of misery And I never had me a name They just give me a number when I was young When I was young When I was young When I was young |
Calling All Angels
Jane Siberry with K.D. Lang Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Dominica, Mary Angelica Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronella Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir and all the rest a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries and high above the church bells start to ring and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in somewhere you can hear a mother sing then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road how much weight? how much weight? then it's how long? and how far? and how many times before it's too late? calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this world don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're cryin' and we're hurtin' and we're not sure why... and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity why it's...it's almost as if if you could only crack the code then you'd finally understand what this all means but if you could...do you think you would trade it in all the pain and suffering? ah, but then you'd miss the beauty of the light upon this earth and the sweetness of the leaving calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone callin' all angels callin' all angels we're tryin' we're hopin' we're hurtin' we're lovin' we're cryin' we're callin' 'cause we're not sure how this goes |
I unintentionally saw her (Jane Sibbery) in concert. She seemed like a cheap imitation of Laurie Anderson.
She also had the misfortune of playing a popular Philadelphia night club as the front-act before a very popular local act had very special show. The crowd was not in the least interested in what she was doing. Well, except for about 30 people (her friends and hangers-on) out of the capacity crowd. |
You been bad
Don't do what I say. You don't listen. And you never obey. Try to teach you. But you just won't be good. You won't behave the way A big girl should. It's time to give the whip a crack. I'm gonna have to send you back to Bitch School. Bitch School. You're a beauty. You're the best of your breed. You're a handful. And I know what you need. You need training. Gonna bring you to heel. I'm gonna break you with my will of steel. Discipline's my middle name. And no one comes back the same from Bitch School. Bitch School. No more sniffling strangers, or running free at night. You think my bark's bad, honey - wait till you feel my bite. You got problems. You whine and you beg. When I'm busy, You wanna dance with my leg. I'm gonna chain you. Make you sleep out of doors. You're so fetching when you're down on all fours. And when you hear your master, You will come a little faster, thanks to Bitch School. Guess who wrote this one? |
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Blow Up Hollywood - "WMD"
did really poor in high school it wasn't my thing i wanted to leave this small town but i had no money so i visit my uncle sam and he tells me he has a plan i can see the world for free i never knew the desert could be so hot and all this heavy equipment it must cost a lot well they issued me my gun and they told me to kill someone but he hasn't done a thing to me they put me on the front line and they told me to wait for a sign i'd be looking out for wmd's what are these? |
Chocolate Jesus
Well, i don't go to church on sunday Don't get on my knees to pray Don't memorize the books of the bible I got my own special way I know jesus loves me Maybe just a little bit more I fall down on my knees every sunday At zerelda lee's candy store Well, it's got to be a chocolate jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate jesus Keep me satisfied Well, i don't want no abba zabba Don't want no almond joy There ain't nothing better Suitable for this boy Well, it's the only thing that can pick me up It's better than a cup of gold See, only a chocolate jesus Can satisfy my soul When the weather gets rough and it's whiskey in the shade It's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy but that's okay Pour him over ice cream for a nice parfait Well, it's got to be a chocolate jesus Good enough for me Got to be a chocolate jesus It's good enough for me And it's got to be a chocolate jesus Make me feel so good inside Got to be a chocolate jesus Keep me satisfied Written by: Kathleen Brennan and Tom Waits |
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(I Never Loved) Eva Braun by the Boomtown Rats
Are you really going out with Adolf? I never loved Eva Braun (oh no?) No, a thousand people say I did (oh yeah?) Yeah, she was just some girl who was on the make (Yes, we see) Boy she wanted to be so big. And in the end it got to be a drag, She's doing her exercises every day No matter what people say, I never loved Eva Braun. I never heard all the screams (oh no?) I never saw the blood and dirt and gore (oh yeah?) That wasn't part of the dream, (yes, we see) Of maps and generals and uniforms. I'd always like the big parade, I always wanted to be adored, In '33 I knew I had it made, I never loved.... Eva Braun wasn't history, She wasn't even part of my destiny She never really fitted in the scheme of things She was a triumph of my will, Oh yeah! I saw the blondies and the blue eyes, (oh yeah?) I saw the millions mouthing me, (oh yeah?) But underneath I was really gentle, (oh yeah?) D'ja ever see me touch a scrap of meat? O yeah I conquered all those countries They were weak an' I was strong A little too ambitious maybe, But I never loved Eva Braun. Gee! |
Welcome To Machine
Welcome my son
Welcome to the machine Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been You've been in the pipeline Filling in time Provided with toys and scouting for boys You brought a guitar to punish your ma And you didn't like school And you know you're nobody's fool So welcome to the machine Welcome my son Welcome to the machine What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream You dreamed of a big star He played a mean gituar He always ate in the Steak Bar He loved to drive in his Jaguar So welcome to the Machine Pink Floyd |
"When I Fall" -- Barenaked Ladies
I look straight in the window, try not to look below Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees I wish I could fly From this building From this wall And if I should try Would you catch me if I fall? My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings Can't look below me, or something might throw me Curse at the windstorms that October brings I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive I wish I could step from this scaffold Onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed With my family and my pastor and my grandfather who's Dead Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer I look like a painter, behind all the grease But paintings creating, and I'm just erasing A crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece |
Time for a bump I think, with my favourite paean to unrequited love:
How Could You Want Him by the Spin Doctors I’m quite contented to take my chances Against the guildensterns & rosencrantses It’s a matter of cain & abel And I can feel your knee underneath the table He doesn’t dangle by the seraphim He only wants a pretty face by him so How could you want him when you know you could have me? See the pigeons peck & peck to pay the dues They peck a little extra to resole their shoes He’s with the pigeons pecking crumbs I’m on my deathbed bleeding with the cherubim He doesn’t dangle by the seraphim He only wants a pretty face by him so How could you want him when you know you could have me? Ferocious angels send me falling stars But I know just how dangerous wishes are Ferocious angels watch me come and go But I’m not too smart to go barging off of roof tops, though Sit out september on the window sill ’cause you can’t drink wine from a two dollar bill Saint christopher lives on the end of a quill Leave him a diamond in your last will He doesn’t dangle by the seraphim He only wants a pretty face by him so How could you want him when you know you could have me? How could you want him when you know you could have me? (x4) (Sounds great in the bath!) |
And a little beauty from Neil Finn
Faster Than Light Close your eyes go to sleep Close your eyes get so dizzy World is spinning in your bed I know where the sun goes It's waking up the sparrows In England it's morning In time you'll see that some things travel faster than light In time you'll recognise that love is larger than life Now you know what you're missing Now you've seen that I'm willing If you're looking for the message Close your eyes Do you hear what I'm thinking? Is it how you imagined? In time you'll see that some things travel faster than light In time you'll recognise that love is larger than life And praise will come to those whose kindness leaves you without debt And bends the shape of things that haven't happened yet Close your eyes Colours changing like a lizard Close your eyes I know where the sun goes I have seen the world turning In time you'll find that some things travel faster than light In time you'll recognise that love is larger than life And praise will come to those whose kindness leaves you without debt and bends the shape of things to come that haven't happened yet (the way it is sung brings a lump to my throat, but I think the lyrics bear scrutiny alone) |
LIZ PHAIR
"Table For One" I'm walking down in the basement I'm leaning on the washing machine I'm reaching back through a hole in the wall's insulation I'm pulling out a bottle of vodka Replacing that with a pint of Jim Bean I'm lying down on the floor until I feel better It's morning and I pour myself coffee I drink it til the kitchen stops shaking I'm backing out of the driveway And into creation And the loving spirit that follows me Watching helplessly, will always forgive me Oh, I want to die alone With my sympathy beside me I want to bring down all those demons who drank with me Feasting bleed through me On my desperation I hide all the bottles in places They find and confront me with pain in their eyes And I promise that I'll make some changes But reaching back it occurs to me There will always be some kind of crisis for me Oh, I want to die alone With my sympathy beside me I want to bring back all those moments they stole from me In my reverie Darkening days end Oh, I want to die alone With my memories inside me I want to live that life When I could say people had faith in me I still see that guy in my memory Oh, I want to die alone With my sympathy beside me I want to bring down all those people who drank with me Watching happily My humiliation |
I Shall Be Free -- Kid Beyond, Amplivate
I Shall Be Free -- Kid Beyond, Amplivate
One day I went walking down a lonesome road and I came upon a stranger in some funky robes. He said he was a soldier, I said where's your gun? He said I don't got one and I don't need one. I don't need no weapon, cause I don't fight no war. I said then well then mister soldier what you fighting for? Well he didn't say nothin', he just smiled at me. And then I heard him whisper "You Shall Be Free." Well excuse me mister, are you sayin I ain't free? Well, I don't see no shackles or chains on me. He said we're chained to our hatred and shackled by greed. Too blind to see the wonder and the mystery. We got to love one another, give our love so strong, Love your brother man even when he treats you wrong. When you love without limits, unconditionally; When you love without fear, then you Shall Be Free. So I pried my heart open, as wide as the sea, And the strangest sensations came over me. I could see the clouds dancing, felt a raindrop sting, I could hear the tiny beating of a butterfly wing. As I sat in the middle I, I felt this love unfold. A love too big for this body to hold. That day I became a warrior, with no enemy. Now I am that funky soldier and I Shall Be Free. Now I ain't afraid of livin' and I ain't scared to die. Cause I feel this vibration that I can't deny. I can feel it singin' through me like a symphony And it tastes so sweet like destiny. It's in everything I touch, everything I see It's in every single fiber of my body. Every star every creature every leaf on every tree Is a lesson and a blessin' and We Shall Be Free. I Shall, I Shall Be Free. I Shall, I Shall Be Free. I Shall, I Shall Be Free. I Shall, I Shall Be Free. |
Out Came Oil
Exxon Bicentenial Singers (1976)
Oil's been around for centuries sure, floating in springs, in lakes and the streams. The Indians used if for a medicine cure, but never in the wildest of dreams did anyone think, that black sticky stuff, always in short supply, would ever have the power enough to gush its way to the sky! Chorus: When out came oil! Out came oil! Once that Edwin Drake dude, struck the bubbling crude, as his drill cut through the soil Out came oil! Out came oil! Spindletop, Turned it around The world soon saw just what oil could mean Starting off slow blowing out of the ground Then refining that crude to pure kerosene Oh we really started cracking with a process devised when a guy named Burton appeared The history of oil kept us all suprised, cause it's only been one-hundred years! Since Out - came - oil! Out - came - oil! Industry stood right on, serving home and farm It caused the melting pot to boil When OUT CAME OIL OUT CAME OIL From the hunches and devining rods Going agaist all of the odds To the power and the lubrication For every type of transportation and equipment you can name Since Out - came - oil! Out - came - oil! Nothing, in this world, has been the same!!!! OUT CAME OIL!! OUT CAME OIL!!!! |
The old bastard left his ties and a suit
A brown box Moth balls and bowling shoes And his opinions so you'd never have to choose Pretty soon you'll be an old bastard too You get smaller as the world gets big The more you know you know you don't know shit "The Whiz Man" will never fit you like "The Whiz Kid" did So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay if you don't know everything Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay If you don't know everything Close your eyes Close your ears young man You've seen and heard all an old man can Spread the facts on the floor like a fan Throw away the ones that make you feel bad Kids today are getting old too fast They can't wait to grow up so they can kiss some ass They get nostalgic about the last ten years Before the last ten years have passed So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay if you don't know everything Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's okay if you don't know everything Tears land on a hand on a chest The old bastard had a paradigm arrest He got smaller and the world got big The more he knew he knew he didn't know shit "The Whiz Man" never fit him like "The Whiz Kid" did So why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's ok if you don't know everything Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's ok if you don't know everything |
I'm getting cold
You used to have a heart Now I guess its just a stone You said leave me alone But even tho I'm here You know that I'm already gone Gone, baby Even tho I'm here you know that I'm already gone Gone, baby Even tho I'm here you know that I'm already gone We've got some time So lets walk hand in hand together And hold our heads up high Since I can't read your mind You've got to tell me what you're thinking I won't write in the sky I won't write in the sky We're getting old We've planted our seeds and now we wait for them to grow You said I'll never show You how I really feel or which way I'm gonna go Gone, baby Even tho I'm here you know that I'm already gone Gone, baby Even tho I'm here you know that I'm already gone We've got some time So lets walk hand in hand together And hold our heads up high Since I can't read your mind You've got to tell me what you're thinking I won't write in the sky I won't write in the sky No one to hold The world will make a dream And a prayer out of our bones To find where we belong Our shadows will remain Even after we are gone Gone, baby Even tho I'm here you know that I'm already gone Gone, baby Even tho I'm here you know that I'm already gone |
Rainbow Eyes - Rainbow
She's been gone since yesterday Oh, I didn't care Never cared for yesterdays Fancies in the air No sighs or mysteries She lay golden in the sun No broken harmonies But I've lost my way She had rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Love should be a simple blend A whisper on the shore No clever words you can't defend They lead to never more No sighs or mysteries She lay golden in the sun No broken harmonies But I've lost my way She had rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Summer nights are colder now They've taken down the fair And all the lights have died somehow Or were they ever there? No sighs or mysteries She lay golden in the sun No broken harmonies But I've lost my way She had rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes |
Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song A little girl with nothing wrong Is all alone Eyes wide open Always hoping for the sun And she'll sing her song to anyone that comes along Fragile as a leaf in autumn Just fallin' to the ground Without a sound Crooked little smile on her face Tells a tale of grace That's all her own Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song A little girl with nothing wrong And she's all alone --Norah Jones |
Possibly the greatest song ever written by a stoned hippy: Imagine
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one |
I'm pretty sure Forest Gump wrote that song
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