Lyrics vs. Poems, or Is There A Elitist Difference?

You want Paul Simon? Ya got Paul Simon!

I *adore* Paul Simon. :) :rose:
This one is beautifully poetic to me and makes me sniffle a bit (nope, not from the flu, either) .

American Tune

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused

Ah, but I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home,
So far away from home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees

But it's all right, it's all right
For we lived so well so long
Still when I think of the road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong.

And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly

And I dreamed I was flying
High up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

For we come on the ship they call the Mayflower
Come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune

Ah and it's all right,
it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all, I'm trying to get some rest
 
#5 - and now, for something completely different...

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.

-Hooker With A Penis, Tool
 
Keep it goin!!!!

Paul Simon is a consummate poet.

I like Tool alot too.


Here is an obscure band called Fugazi:



Do You Like Me (c) 2003 Fugazi

Your eyes like crashing jets
Fixed in stained glass
But not religious
You should pay rent in my mind

Say like the french say bon soir regret a demain
Do you like me I guess
White witness moves to petition the state of virginia for 27 prisons
While in bethesda an office flaming youth group singing
Firemen calling in

Lockheed lockheed martin marietta
Do you like me I guess
End of the lesson time for one question
End of the lesson time for one more question
I got a question.

Do you like me
 
One day I'll just sit and watch it twist and turn
I will ride a bicycle to work
I'll forget everything I ever learned
I'll forget to hit, forget to hurt,
One day I will raise my voice in church
I'll forget the words and just make it up
I'll forget everything I ever heard
and just say hush when it gets too much.

-Rain, An Emotional Fish

That's lovely. :)
 
O.K. Some from the master

O.K. kids, who did these?

Camarillo Brillo

She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

She ruled the Toads
of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo

She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then...)

And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away
Her ranchid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An' it was useless any more

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(actually, I was very busy then)

And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

(Is that a real poncho...I mean
Is that a Mexican poncho
or is that a Sears poncho?
Hmmm...no foolin' ...)

and
I'm The Slime

I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin' out
From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't got for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That's right, folks..
Don't touch that dial

Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your livin'room floor

I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go
and

Dirty Love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

I don't need your sweet devotion
I don't want your cheap emotion
Just whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy's bottom drawer

Give me
Your dirty love
I don't believe you have ever seen
That book before

I don't need no consolation
I don't want your reservation
I only got one destination
An' that's your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I'll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love

THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
All from the same album!
 
#6 - quite f***n far from Tool...

Addin to the pile...

/Ice

-----------------------------------

This is how I look without my makeup
And with no bra my ninny's sag down low
My hair ain't never hung down to my shoulders
And it might not grow
Ya' never know

But I'm cleva when I bust a rhyme
I'm cleva always on ya' mind
She's cleva and I really wanna grow
But why come you're the last to know?

-Cleva, Erykah Badu
 
You Have Mail!! (Too much mail)

Angie, your mailbox is full. Who do you think you are Senna??? :D

Regards, Rybka
 
Who?

Darling don't you understand
I feel so ill at ease
The room is full of silence and it's getting hard to breathe
Take this guilted cage of pain and set me free
Take this overcoat of shame
It never did belong to me
It never did belong to me

I need to go outside
I need to leave the smoke
'cause I can't go on living in this same sick joke
It seems our lives have taken on a different kind of twist
Now that you have given me the perfect gift
You have given me the gift

For we have fallen from our shelves
To face the truth about ourselves
And we have tumbled from our trees
Tumbled from our trees

And I can almost...
I can almost feel the rain falling
Don't you know it feels so good
So let's go out into the rain again
Just like we said we always would
 
Re: Who?

Tristesse said:
Darling don't you understand
I feel so ill at ease
The room is full of silence and it's getting hard to breathe
Pffft... Zappa was easy. This rings a bell.

wait...

Tracy Chapman?
Annie Lennox?
 
#7 - sappy romance that works

I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I wanna be your Easter bunny
I wanna be your Christmas tree.

I’ll strip the world that you must live in
of all its godforsaken greed.
I’ll ply the tar out of your feathers.
I’ll pluck the thorns out of your feet.

-Be Mine, R.E.M
 
Zappa Was Too Easy?

O.K. all you Zappistas. How about:
Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine


She hides in an attic concealed on a shelf
Behind volumes of literature based on herself
And runs across the pages like some tiny elf
Knowing that it's hard to find
Stuff way back in her mind,
Winds up spending all of her time
Trying to memorize every line

Sweet Lorraine, ah, sweet Lorraine.
Sweet lady of death wants me to die
So she can come sit by my bedside and sigh
And wipe away the tears from all my friends eyes
Then softly she will explain
Just exactly who was to blame
For causing me to go insane
And finally blow out my brain,
Sweet Lorraine, ah, sweet Lorraine.

Well you know that it's a shame and a pity
You were raised up in the city
And you never learned nothing 'bout country ways,
Ah, 'bout country ways.

The joy of life she dresses in black
With celestial secrets engraved in her back
And her face keeps flashing that she's got the knack,
But you know when you look into her eyes
All she's learned she's had to memorize
And the only way you'll ever get her high
Is to let her do her thing and then watch you die,
Sweet Lorraine, ah, sweet Lorraine.

Now she's the one who gives us all those magical things
And reads us stories out of the I Ching,
Then she passes out a whole new basket of rings
That when you put on your hand
Makes you one of the Angel Band
And gives you the power to be a man,
But what it does for her you never quite understand
Sweet Lorraine, ah, sweet Lorraine.

Well you know that it's a shame and a pity
You were raised up in the city
And you never learned nothing 'bout country ways,
Oh 'bout country ways, oh 'bout country ways,
Yeah, about country ways, oh, country ways ...
 
hah! Country Joe

(and I'm going to clean my mailbox--it's *catbabe's* fault) :p
 
Dang!

Angeline said:
hah! Country Joe

(and I'm going to clean my mailbox--it's *catbabe's* fault) :p
You must be a lot older than you write! :D :p :D
 
#8 - artsy posers

Last one for today, it's 3 in the morning ovver here. needs Zzzzzleep....

/Ice

---------------------------

Any means in your horizon
Heaven in a tourniquet
The after life to keep your eyes on
bitter pill you take today
With expert levitation forward,
polished to the 9th degree,
it takes it's smile from every children,
you take the beating.

- Allergic, Placebo




ps Rybka, Lorraine lost me 100% I'm defeated. :p
 
You must be a lot older than you write!


Flatterer! :)

probably older than you think, but not quite *that* old buddy, lol

:rose:

nighty night ice guy

oh. Lauren's hot. (wait. wrong thread, lol. I can't remember what damn thread I'm in anymore...maybe I am old) :confused:
 
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One More

He wrote it for me, you know.... :D

Jersey Girl by Tom Waits

got no time for the corner boys, down in the street makin' all that noise,
don't want no whores on eighth avenue, cause tonight i'm gonna be with you.

cause tonight i'm gonna take that ride, across the river to the jersey side,
take my baby to the carnival, and i'll take you on all the rides, sing sha la
la la la la sha la la la.

down the shore everything's alright, you with your baby on a saturday night,
don't you know that all my dreams come true, when i'm walkin' down the street
with you, sing sha la la la la la sha la la la.

you know she thrills me with all her charms, when i'm wrapped up in my
baby's arms, my little angel gives me everything, i know someday that she'll
wear my ring.

so don't bother me cause i got no time, i'm on my way to see that girl of
mine, nothin' else matters in this whole wide world, when you're in love with
a jersey girl, sing sha la la la la la la.

and i call your name, i can't sleep at night, sha la la la la la la.
 
O.K. Angeline, Try This one!

I will surrender if you can tell me who did this one. :)

There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.

There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
If I make a sound she'll know that I'm stirring inside.
If I make a sound she'll know that I'm trying to hide.

Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.
Beautiful girl,
who does she see?
Beautiful girl,
she seems to be staring.

Doesn't everybody know, everybody know,
love takes a lifetime.
And doesn't everybody know, everybody know,
love is the eye sight,
it's the eye sight of a lifetime.

She's just a reflection of all of the time that's gone by.
She's just a reflection of all of the time I've been high.

Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.
Beautiful girl,
who does she see?
Beautiful girl,
she seems to be staring.

Doesn't everybody know, everybody know,
love takes a lifetime.
And doesn't everybody know, everybody know,
love is the eye sight,
it's the eye sight of a lifetime.
 
I will surrender if you can tell me who did this one.

Lol. Keep posting. I don't know, and I asked eagleyez (who's a musician--and, unlike me, old--lol, now I'm in trouble) and *he* doesn't remember, so....

this is an off-the-wall wild guess---

Incredible String Band?

:)

uh sorry ee :heart:


is the girl little orphan annie? :p
 
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Angeline said:
Lol. Keep posting. I don't know, and I asked eagleyez (who's a musician--and, unlike me, old--lol, now I'm in trouble) and *he* doesn't remember, so....

this is an off-the-wall wild guess---

Incredible String Band?

:)

uh sorry ee :heart:


is the girl little orphan annie? :p

i got your "old" right here missie...

and i didnt know that one Ryb.

:)
 
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