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Jerusalem
Steve Earle
Jerusalem I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way And there was nothin' anyone could do or say And I almost listened to him Yeah, I almost lost my mind Then I regained my senses again And looked into my heart to find That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again But I still find some comfort now and then Then the storm comes rumblin' in And I can't lay me down And the drums are drummin' again And I can't stand the sound But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem And there'll be no barricades then There'll be no wire or walls And we can wash all this blood from our hands And all this hatred from our souls And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem |
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, you fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain. You are young, and life is long, and there is time to kill today. And then the one day you find, ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking and racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter. Never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way. The time is gone. The song is over. Thought I'd something more to say... |
must be glatt's birthday.
you feelin old? |
whoa...
Quote:
But, it's so true. |
When I was a teenager, that song always made me feel anxious. Like I was missing out, while everyone else was doing cool stuff. The line about missing the starting gun really hit home back then. But that's because I would always crank it when I was hanging out alone in my room, doing nothing. I actually was missing out when I was listening to it.
Now that I'm in my late 30s (and yes, lumberjim, my 37th birthday was on friday - good guess) it's changed its meaning. I realize I had all the time in the world when I was young. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time. Now, if I never seem to find the time to do anything for me, it's because I have a great wife and couple of wonderful little kids. They take all my time, and I freely give it to them. So, life's a trade-off. For everything you choose, you are leaving something that you could have had. No surprise there. This song is very powerful, and I like it for that reason. But it's also an evil song. It sows anxiety, when you should be feeling content and rejoicing in your life, simple as it may be. |
happy birthday, you old bastard.
evil song? I think it simply ( if you are paying attention to the lyrics) makes you take a look at the big picture. What's so evil about that? more of a cautionary tale |
I don't care about your karma
I don't care about what's hip No space cadet's gonna tell me what to do I won't swim in your Jacuzzi You can't make me settle down I'd rather kick and jump and bite and scratch And scream until I'm blue I may as well be hyper As long as I'm still around 'Cause I'll have lots of time to be laid back When I'm six feet under ground I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) When are you Cosmic cowboys Gonna get it through your head I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I can't stand the smell of incense I don't really like to jog No Joni Mitchell eight-tracks in my car (ooh) I hate anything organic Even health food makes me sick You won't catch me sipping Perrier Down in some sushi bar I tell you, now's the time to go for All the gusto you can grab You'll have plenty of time to be low key When you're laid out on the slab I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) When are you Cosmic cowboys Gonna get it through your head I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I don't want no part of that vegetarian scene I won't buy me a pair of designer jeans No redwood hot tub to my name I got all that I want And if it's all the same to you I don't need a course in self-awareness To find out who I am And I'd rather have a Big Mac or a Jumbo Jack Than all the bean sprouts in Japan So don't ask me what I'm into I don't need to prove I'm cool I'll break your arm If you ask me what's my sign I won't tell you where my head's at I don't need to see no shrink Psychosis may be in this year But I'm really not that kind And I'm in no hurry to be casual In fact I think I'll wait Until I'm pushing up the daisies (Like, wow, man, can you relate) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) I'll be mellow when I'm dead (I'll be mellow when I'm dead) - 'Weird Al' Yankovic |
Poor Weird Al.
I feel for the guy. |
Seems like a dream now, it was so long ago
The moon burned so bright and the time went so slow And I swore that I loved her and gave her a ring The bluebird was high on the wing Whatever happened to Saturday night Finding a sweetheart and holding her tight? She said,"Tell me, oh, tell me, was I all right?" Whatever happened to Saturday night? The years brought the railroad It ran by my door Now there's boards on the windows And dust on the floor And she passes the time at another man's side And I pass the time with my pride What a tangled web we weave Go 'round with circumstance Someone show me how to tell the dancer From the dance What ever happened To Saturday night? Choosin' a friend and loosin' a fight She said,"Tell me, oh, tell me, are you alright?" Whatever happened to Saturday night? Whatever happened to Saturday night? :( |
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER...
Dave Matthews Band
Big Eyed Fish Look at this big - eyed fish swimming in the sea oh How it dreams to be a bird swoop and diving through the breeze So one day caught a big old wave up on to the beach Now he’s dead you see beneath the sea is where a fish should be But oh God Under the weight of life Things seem brighter on the other side You see this crazy man decided not to breathe He turned red and blue - purple, colorful indeed No matter how his friends begged and pleaded the man would not concede And now he’s dead you see the silly man should know you got to breathe But oh God Under the weight of life Things seem brighter on the other side Oh God Under the weight of life Things seem so much better on the other side No way, no way No way out of here You see the little monkey sitting up in his monkey tree One day decided to climb down and run off to the city But look at him now lost tired living in the street As good as dead you see what a monkey does - stay up your tree But oh God Under the weight of life Things seem brighter on the other side Oh God Under the weight of life Things seem so much better on the other side No way, no way, no way No way out of here Rain in my dreams Fall away |
One - Metallica
I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel the scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there's not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me Back in the womb it's much too real In pumps life that I must feel But can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I live Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me Now the world is gone, I'm just one Oh God, help me Hold my breath as I pray for death Oh please, God, kill me Darkness, imprisoning me All that I see Absolute horror I cannot live I cannot die Trapped in myself Body my holding cell Landmine has taken my sight Taken my speech Taken my hearing Taken my arms Taken my legs Taken my soul Left me with life in hell This song has always hit me hard. On Sundays, my wife and I volunteer at the Vets Home, taking guys to and from church services. There is a young infantryman there, my age, in fact, that stepped on a mine and lost his arms, legs, face. His mother is there every day, bathing him, talking to him. I've driven her home on the occasions that his father couldn't get there (he's a Captain in the Air Force). I said to my wife, after she heard this song, "One wrong step, and it could have been me or anyone in the service." I'll shut up now that i've depressed everyone...... |
Talking about things like this helps you to be able to keep doing them.
Is "One" the song that had the "When Johnny Got His Gun" video? |
Yup, that it is, wolf. If you read the book, it is quite the look inside the thoughts of the young trooper in this condition. The video, of course, can't go into all the different things that the book went into. However, the video is certainly not a happy "everything will be fine" thing. A DVD is out called "Two Of One". If you liked the book, get the DVD. I'm not sure if the DVD has all three videos. YES! Three. The two from "Two Of One", and a video that used to be on MTV. That one starts with Jason Robards and the boy (name?) saying -
"What is Democracy?" "It has something to do with young men killing each other, I belive." "When it comes time, would you want me to go?" "For Democracy, any man would give his only begotton son." The movie is one that you don't want to see when you're depressed. But a classic, anyway. |
I read the book when I was in high school, saw the movie in college, so I got the cultural context when "And Justice For All" was released.
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Common People by Pulp
I heard this song sung in his unpreposessing style ....saw him (Jarvis) stood there on stage with his old brown chords and an even more ancient velvet jacket....a sheffield lad who doesnt look like much but somehow holds your attention as soon as he sidles onto the stage......The guy with the electric violin pretty much rocks too, but it all comes together because the lyrics are just so good. :band: She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College That's where I caught her eye. She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola" She said "fine" And in thirty seconds time she said, "I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do, I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you" Well what else could I do? I said "I'll see what I can do" I took her to a supermarket I don't know why But I had to start it somewhere So it started there. I said "Pretend you've got no money" But she just laughed And said "oh you're so funny". I said "yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here". Are you sure you want to live like common people You want to see whatever common people see You want to sleep with common people, You want to sleep with common people like me. But she didn't understand, She just smiled and held my hand. Rent a flat above a shop, Cut your hair and get a job. Smoke some fags and play some pool, Pretend you never went to school. But still you'll never get it right 'cos when you're laid in bed at night Watching roaches climb the wall If you called your Dad he could stop it all. You'll never live like common people You'll never do whatever common people do You'll never fail like common people You'll never watch your life slide out of view, And dance and drink and screw Because there's nothing else to do. Sing along with the common people, Sing along and it might just get you thru' Laugh along with the common people Laugh along even though they're laughing at you And the stupid things that you do. Because you think that poor is cool. Like a dog lying in a corner, They will bite you and never warn you Look out, they'll tear your insides out 'cos everybody hates a tourist Especially one who thinks It's all such a laugh Yeah! And the chip stains' grease Will come out in the bath You will never understand How it feels to live your life With no meaning or control And with nowhere left to go You are amazed that they exist And they burn so bright Whilst you can only wonder why Rent a flat above a shop Cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool Pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right 'cause when you're laid in bed at night Watching roaches climb the wall If you called your dad he could stop it all Yeah! You'll never live like common people You'll never do whatever common people do You'll never fail like common people You'll never watch your life slide out of view And then dance and drink and screw Because there's nothing else to do I want to live with common people like you..... :band: Downloadable here Song download |
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