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Thank you so much-
I remember that one. It brings back such pleasent memories before I ever thought to allow this body and mind to become what it is today. Not that I would take any of it back.:)
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Lyrics with meaning
Easy To Be Hard (from the musical "Hair")
How can people be so heartless How can people be so cruel Easy To Be Hard; Easy to be cold Oh, how can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends Easy to be proud; Easy to say no And especially people who care about strangers Who care about evil and social injustice Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? How about a needing friend? I need a friend... How can people be so heartless You know I'm hung up on you Easy to give in; Easy to help out Oh, and especially people who care about strangers Who care about evil and social injustice Do you only care about the bleeding crowd? How about a needing friend? I need a friend... How can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends Easy to be hard; Easy to be cold Easy to be proud; Easy to say no. |
I remember that one used to make me sort of cry, without the tears. I can really relate to this day, timeless.
When I was slacking in high school, and already writing songs for the new mellinium during class I stared out of a window at a bunch of cheer leaders happily rehearsing and other classmates thrashing around a ball field. Only I wasn't happy or healthy like the other kids, and it really wasn't my fault. It was on a day like this I penned the vocals for songs that wouldn't be released for at least 14 tears later. The group is called "Creed". |
Boo-yahn rey woomah,
Wha rong wi yah Booyan rey wah Wha ya dry da-do? -Boogie on Regae Woman, Stevie Wonder No, listen to the song! == Seriously, all i could think of is "Mofo" from the U2 album 'Pop'. "Mofo" lookin' for to save my soul lookin' in the places where no flowers grow lookin' for to fill that GOD shaped hole mother mother sucking rock and roll (been around the back... been around the front) holy dunc, spacejunk comin' in for the splash white dpoes on punk staring into the flash lookin' for baby Jesus under the trash mother mother suckin' rock and roll mother [scat singing] rock and roll mother am i still your son, you know i've waited for so long to hear you say so mother you left and made me someone now i'm still a child but no one tells me no lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the world lookin' for the father of my two little girls got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade still looking for the face I had before the world was made mother mother sucking rock and roll bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll [scat singing] woo me sister move me brother soothe me mother rule me father show me mother days passin around each other Something about the line "...no one tells me 'no' " makes me think about how my life has turned out so far outside the influence of my parents ['bout to the halfway mark]. |
I'm not really into music but I used to listen to the Missing Persons and thought this was cool.
Something feels so strange tonight It's not wrong but it's just not right Some hidden complications fill me with hesitation And it gets so dark in here I can't see through doubts and fears Walled in by expectation I need a deviation a change in perspective alternative view to help me see clearly- observe something new All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i wanna do anyway All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i really wanna do anyway Outside the world is dangerous it's hard to find someone to trust Fills me with reservation Drives me into hibernation I watch what's going on but i don't want to belong leave my my introspection safely behind protection All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i wanna do anyway All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i really wanna do anyway Looking through windows at the world Looking through windows at the world Safe behind windows from the world Safe behind windows from the world Watching my window world go by Watching my window world go by Without my window who am i? Without my window who am i? All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i wanna do anyway All i want is a window to look through All i need is a window to look through It's the only thing that i really wanna do anyway |
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And the Clash, ahhh the good ol' days. ;) mw |
That's funny...Slang was into Missing Persons...who woulda thunk it?
"Nobody walks in LA..." |
These lyrics are 23 years old, but I think they're surprisingly relevant today.
"The Spirit of Radio" -- Rush Begin the day with a friendly voice A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted It's really just a question of your honesty Yeah, your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sounds of salesmen Of salesman |
Hallowed Be Thy Name
- Iron Maiden I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time. 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole, The sands of time for me are running low. When the priest comes to read me the last rites, I take a look through the bars at the last sights, Of a world that has gone very wrong for me. Can it be that there's some sort of error. Hard to stop the surmounting terror. Is it really the end, not some crazy dream. Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming, It's not so easy to stop from screaming, The words escape me when I try to speak. Tears flow but why am I crying, After all I'm not afraid of dying. Don't I believe that there never is an end. As the guards march me out to the courtyard, Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you". If there's a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me, Though the end is near I'm not sorry. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away. Mark my words believe my soul lives on. Don't worry now that I have gone. I've gone beyond to seek the truth. When you know that your time is close at hand. Maybe then you'll begin to understand, Life down here is just a strange illusion |
But if you want to talk Rush...
Everyday Glory
In the house where nobody laughs And nobody sleeps In the house where love lies dying And the shadows creep A little girl hides shaking, With her hands on her ears Pushing back the tears, 'Til the pain disappears Mama says some ugly words Daddy pounds the wall They can fight about their little girl later Right now they don't care at all No matter what they say... No matter what they say... No matter what they say... No matter what they say... Everyday people Everyday shame Everyday promise shot down in flames Everyday sunrise Another everyday story Rise from the ashes and blaze In everyday glory In the city where nobody smiles And nobody dreams In the city where desperation Drives the bored to extremes Just one spark of decency Against a starless night One glow of hope and dignity A child can follow the light No matter what they say... No matter what they say... No matter what they say... No matter what they say... Everyday people Everyday shame Everyday promise shot down in flames Everyday sunrise Another everyday story Rise from the ashes and blaze In everyday glory If the future's looking dark We're the ones who have to shine If there's no one in control We're the ones who draw the line Though we live in trying times We're the ones who have to try Though we know that time has wings We're the ones who have to fly... |
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*who also had no idea that "Every Breath You Take" was about a stalker...REALLY! I just thought it was about obsession...well, ok I suppose the two can go hand in hand*.:D |
My favorite Police song, hands down, no contest...great riff, awesomely dark and brooding. And the lyrics...oh my.
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Many miles awaaaaaay.
Couldn't possibly pick a favorite. Nobody but us in here, nobody but us.:3eye: |
The Randall Knife (Guy Clark)
My father had a Randall knife My mother gave it to him When he went off to WWII To save us all from ruin If you've ever held a Randall knife Then you know my father well If a better blade was ever made It was probably forged in hell My father was a good man A lawyer by his trade And only once did I ever see Him misuse the blade It almost cut his thumb off When he took it for a tool The knife was made for darker things And you could not bend the rules He let me take it camping once On a Boy Scout jamboree And I broke a half an inch off Trying to stick it in a tree I hid it from him for a while But the knife and he were one He put it in his bottom drawer Without a hard word one There it slept and there it stayed For twenty some odd years Sort of like Excalibur Except waiting for a tear My father died when I was forty And I couldn't find a way to cry Not because I didn't love him Not because he didn't try I'd cried for every lesser thing Whiskey, pain and beauty But he deserved a better tear And I was not quite ready So we took his ashed out to sea And poured `em off the stern And threw the roses in the wake Of everything we'd learned When we got back to the house They asked me what I wanted Not the lawbooks not the watch I need the things he's haunted My hand burned for the Randall knife There in the bottom drawer And I found a tear for my father's life And all that it stood for |
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no |
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