DON’T LOOK NOW (IT AIN’T YOU OR ME)
by
John Cameron Fogerty
Creedence Clearwater Revival
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Who will take the coal from the mine?
Who will take the salt from the earth?
Who'll take a leaf and grow it to a tree

Who will work the fields with his hands?
Who will take the back to the plough?
Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea?
Don't look now, it ain't you or me.

Don't look now, someone's done your starvin'
Don't look now, someone's done your prayin' too

Who will make the shoes for your feet?
Who will make the clothes that you wear?
Who´ll take the promise that you don't have to keep?
Don't look now, it ain't you or me.

Don't look now, someone's done your starvin'
Don't look now, someone's done your prayin' too

Who will take the coal from the mines?
Who will take the salt from the earth?
Who´ll take the promise that you don't have to keep?
Don't look now, it ain't you or me.

Was looking at the crucifix. Got something in my eye. A Light that doesn't need to live and doesn't need to die. What's written in the Book of Love is strangely incomplete, 'til witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep.

leonard cohen

THE DANCE

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared beneath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I the king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance
Garth Brooks

I love these lyrics They make me think of my daughter, but in more of a feel good way than a sad way

What You Became - by Anacrusis
lyrics by Ken Nardi

You've grown into this faceless mask and empty shell
And, like a ghost of your indulgence, you wear them well.
Still haunting something, by your own hand, lost
And you shiver with the chilling sense
You've saved nothing for yourself…

The lies, the games,
Devoid of guilt or shame
Now you resent what you became
And the reality of only you to blame

You wander through each desperate hour and numbered day
And long to hold each wasted moment spent in vain
Still missing something you've slain so wrecklessly
And ignored it through shortsightedness
The thought that someday you might care

The lies, the games,
Devoid of guilt or shame
Now you resent what you became
And the reality of only you to blame

Now you resent what you became
And the reality of only you to blame

You've grown into this faceless mask and empty shell
And, like a ghost of indulgence, you wear them well
Still haunting something, by your own hand, lost
And you shiver with the chilling sense
You've saved nothing…
Nothing for yourself…

Now you resent what you became
And the reality of only you to blame

On the subject of thinking of kids and song lyrics...."I Hope You Dance" is also one of my favorite song lyrics.........along with all of the RUSH 2112 song lyrics - always liked that albumn! (Giving away my age now - mentioning record albums!) I still have my Peaches box full of my old record albumns though!

I HOPE YOU DANCE
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

Cuz I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie world...

it doesn't get any deeper than that. *wipes tear from eye*

Limb By Limb (Anastasio, Marshall, Herman)

the shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone
but when I'm done freezing I want to be alone

never want my hand cut off
never want a hacking cough
never need a cliffside push
never turn my brain to mush

always give me what I lack
always take the best parts back
always recognize your fate
always just a moment late

left is where I always turn
left is how I'm forced to learn
left the route my walking takes
left alone with my mistakes

up against the person who
up 'til now I never knew
up from hell the answer blew
up or down it's up to you

drop me off the Chinese wall
and peel my fingers off the rim
I come unglued while in midair and land to reform
limb by limb

and I am taken far away...

lingering slowly melting away
tossed with the salad and baled with the hay
pooling like water that drips from above
trampled by lambs pecked by the dove

-Phish/Marshall


Self

Grass has been greater
Skies have been bluer
I know my soul is down in the sewer

You say that I am selfish
Well you know that that is true
I don't care what you say pretty mama
And I don't care what you do

I don't care about anyone except myself
I don't care about anyone except myself
In the land of the brave
And the home of the free
I don't care about anyone except for me

If you are unhappy and
You have not won your race
Well, there ain't no mercy in this world
And there ain't none out in space

So welcome to the nineties
I hope that you make it through
But if you get in trouble honey
This is what I say to you

I don't care about anyone except myself
I don't care about anyone except myself
In the land of the brave
And the home of the free
I don't care about anyone except for me

This is not the era of roses, peace and love
I must admit I'm the only one
That I'm thinking of

Well, I just make my honey
And I put it in the bank
I buy myself some presents
With no one but myself to thank

-Dude of Life

As the subject of Rush keeps coming up, I will have to mention lyrics to Subdivisions, Show Don't Tell, Natural Science, Vital Signs, A Farewell to Kings, and as honarable mention: the unsung beauty of La Villa Strangiato.

In a dream
It would seem
I went to those who close the open door.
And turning the key
I sat, and spoke to those inside of me......

Manfred Mann's Earth Band

Something for us Jesus freaks
 

Ben Harper - Power Of The Gospel Lyrics
It will make a weak man mighty
it will make a mighty man fall
it will fill your heart and hands
or leave you with nothing at all
it's the eyes for the blind
and legs for the lame
it is love for hate
and pride for shame
that's the power of the gospel
that's the power of the gospel
that's the power of the mighty power
that's the power of the gospel
gospel on the water
gospel on the land
the gospel in every woman
the gospel in every man
gospel in the garden
gospel in the trees
the gospel that's inside of you
the gospel inside of me
that's the power of the gospel
that's the power of the gospel
that's the power of the mighty power
that's the power of the gospel
in the hour of the richness
in the hour of need
for all of creation
comes from the gospel seed
now you may leave tomorrow
and you may leave today
but you've got to have the gospel
when you start out on your way
that's the power of the gospel
that's the power of the gospel
that's the power of the mighty power
that's the power of the gospel

Gee, did I miss the Warren Zevon by only reading pages 7 and 8?

Roland must be in there somewhere, although what it means...

and the brilliant simplicity of Trees.
then there's always the entire Operation Mindcrime album by QR.
and my geeky side is often touched by some Garth Brooks lyrics- so simple but so true.
and "Somebody" by Depeche Mode.

Cowboy Junkies have some great lyrics like:

No one in sight for 50 miles.
Sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines.
If I can just make the crest of that hill
the whole day will tumble and out the night will spill.
The sky is still as a spinning top.
Shooting stars drop like burning words from above.
If I could just connect all these dots,
the truth would tumble like a cynic vexed by love.
The people will tell you that you're miles from your home
- miles fom your home.
But that's where I want to be
out there searching,
out here fumbling...
- Miles from our Home

Great imagery and poetry in those lyrics!

And I will always love the following:

If I could tell the world just one thing it would be -
You're all okay.
And not to worry
because worry is wasteful and useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idled by despair
I've given myself around my faith.
Its light the darkness most fears.

My hands are small I know
but they're not yours, they are my own,
and I am never broken.

Povery stole your golden shoes,
but it didn't steal your laughter.
Heartache came to visit me,
but I knew it wasn't ever after.
We'll fight, not out of spite
but someone must stand up for what's right.
Where there is a man who has no voice,
there I shall be seen.

My hands are small, I know
but they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken.

In the end only kindness matters.
In the end only kindness matters.
I will get down on my knees and I will pray.
I will get down on my knees and I will pray.

My hands are small I know
but they're not yours, they are my own,
and I am never broken.
We are never broken.

We are God's eyes.
We are God's hands.
God's eyes
God's hands
-Jewel, "Hands"

That song has gotten me through many a dark moment.

Actually Roland's over here, sort of along with a clever rewording of Lawyers, Guns, and Money (which I very nearly posted the lyrics to in this thread).