Poetry and Lyrics

[eagleyez]

Some Older Waits

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues


And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue


She said How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?,
You say Anyway's the only way, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues


But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues


But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues


Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues

 

[eagleyez]

another from the same record...

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
Cause I got my own double-cross to bear


And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard

 

[Guest]

Audioslave - Like A Stone

On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
If we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone I'll wait for you there
Alone

On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and thee angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on


In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone I'll wait for you there
Alone Alone

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone I'll wait for you there
Alone Alone

 

[Angeline]

Romance in Durango
Bob Dylan

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape,
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide,
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone.
At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
Then I see the bloody face of Ramon.

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what's done is done.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

At the corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone.
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torreon.

Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In the little church this side of town.
I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
You'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.

The way is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun.
The face of God will appear
With His serpent eyes of obsidian.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

Was that the thunder that I heard?
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain?

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light.
Aim well my little one
We may not make it through the night.

No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango.

 

[Merrymaker]

Senorita With A Necklace
words & music by Paul Simon

I have a wisdom tooth
Inside my crowed face
I have a friend who is born again
Found his savior's grace
I was born before my father
And my children before me
We are born and born again
Like the waves in the sea
That's the way it's always been
And that's how I want it to be

Nothing but good news
There is a frog in South America
Whose venom is a cure
For all the suffering that mankind
Must endure
More powerful than morphine
And soothing as the rain
A frog in South America
Has the antidote to pain
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it

Some people never say no
Some people never complain
Some folks have no idea
And others will never explain
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it
And that's how I want it to be
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it
And that's how I want it to be

If I could play all the memories
In the neck of my guitar
I'd write a song called
"Senorita with a necklace of tears"
And every tear a sin I'd committed
Oh these many years
That's who I was
That's the way it's always been

Some people always want more
Some people are what they lack
Some folks open a door
Walk away and never look back
I don't want to be a judge
And I don't want to be a jury
I know who I am
Lord knows who I will be
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it
And that's how I want it to be
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it
And that's how I want it to be

 

[Angeline]

Senorita With A Necklace
words & music by Paul Simon

I have a wisdom tooth
Inside my crowed face
I have a friend who is born again
Found his savior's grace
I was born before my father
And my children before me
We are born and born again
Like the waves in the sea
That's the way it's always been
And that's how I want it to be

Nothing but good news
There is a frog in South America
Whose venom is a cure
For all the suffering that mankind
Must endure
More powerful than morphine
And soothing as the rain
A frog in South America
Has the antidote to pain
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it

Some people never say no
Some people never complain
Some folks have no idea
And others will never explain
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it
And that's how I want it to be
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it
And that's how I want it to be

If I could play all the memories
In the neck of my guitar
I'd write a song called
"Senorita with a necklace of tears"
And every tear a sin I'd committed
Oh these many years
That's who I was
That's the way it's always been

Some people always want more
Some people are what they lack
Some folks open a door
Walk away and never look back
I don't want to be a judge
And I don't want to be a jury
I know who I am
Lord knows who I will be
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it
And that's how I want it to be
That's the way it's always been
And that's the way I like it
And that's how I want it to be

boy! paul simon *and* tom waits. i like you.

 

[Angeline]

New Elvis Costello!

It's reallllly good. He sings this one with Lucinda Williams. (Sorry Tung. I think you need to buy this cd...)

There's a Story in Your Voice
Elvis Costello

There's a story in your voice
Both by damage and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way round we need to get there

Once I told you fairytales
Everybody knows
But I didn't care for their prediction
Now you say you're leaving me
And packing up your clothes
I finally see you were a work of fiction

There's a story in your walk
Then you crumble just like chalk
And I could say that I was sorry
But I wouldn't mean it much
There are pages I can't touch
And something that's been torn out of this chapter

Far away, not far enough
'Cos I can still recall
How it felt when I read that last sentence
Now I go inside some rooms with Gideon in them all
And hide myself from all hope of repentance

There's a story in your eyes
Cheap sunglasses, night disguise
But when the bedroom light reveals
All that bravado and that fright
That you cover up in spite
Attempts to strip away this fabrication

There's a story in your voice
Both by damage and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way round we need to get there

 

[Angeline]

Damn this cd is great!

Bedlam
Elvis Costello

I've got this phosphorescent portrait
of gentle Jesus meek and mild
I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with
carrying another man's child
The solitary star announcing vacancy
burst out as we arrived
They'd throw us back across the border
if they knew that we survived
And they were surprized to see us
So they greeted us with palms
They asked for ammunition, acts
of contrition and small alms

I might recite a small prayer
If I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame
Found myself in bedlam
I wish that I could take something
For drowning out the noise
Wailing echoes down the corridors

I've got this imaginary radio
And I'm punching up the dials
I've got the A.C. trained on the T.V.
so it won't blow up in my eye
And everything that I thought fanciful
And mocked as too extreme
Must be family entertainment here
In the strange land of my dream
Now I'm practising my likeness
of Saint Francis of Assisi
For if I hold my hand outstretched
A little bird comes to me

I might recite a small prayer
If I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame
Found myself in bedlam
Escaping from the fingers that were
stretching through the bars
Wailing echoes down the corridors

The player piano picks out "Life Goes On"
Ringtone rang out "Jersusalem"
And in this pit of madness
Where the rank of wretched plunge
We've buried all the innocents
Now we must bury revenge

They've got this scared and decorated girl
stapped to the steel trunk of a mustang
And then they drove her down a cypress grove
Where trailors hang and stars still spangle
They dangled flags and other rags along a
Coloured thread of twine
And then they dragged that bruised and purple
heart along the road to Palestine

Someone went off muttering
He mentioned thirty pieces
Easter saw a slaughtering
Each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
Then my thoughts returned to vengence
And I put no resistance
Though I seemed a long way from my home
It really was no distance

Bowing like an actor acknowledging applause
Playing the Crusader who was conquering the Moors
When he knew the consequences
But he won't admit the cause
Wailing echoes along the corridors

 

[Angeline]

A singer to love...

Great lyricist and a gorgeous voice.

Sweetest Decline
Beth Orton

She weaves secrets in her hair
Her whispers are not hers to share
She's deep as a well
She's deep as a well

Another day wastes away
And my heart sinks with the sun
A new day's dawning
And a new day has not yet begun

So, anyway
There I was
Just sitting on your porch
Drinking in
The sweetest decline
The sweetest decline
Sober mind

What's the use in regrets?
They're just things we haven't done yet
What are regrets?
They're just lessons we haven't learned yet

Another day draws away
And my heart sinks with the sun
It's like catching snow on my tongue
It's like catching snow on my tongue

So, anyway
There I was
Just sitting on your porch
Drinking in
The sweetest decline
The sweetest decline
Sober mind

What are regrets?
What are regrets?
They're just lessons we haven't learned yet
It's like catching snow on your tongue
You can't pin this butterfly down
Can't pin this butterfly down

 

[tungtied2u]

Billie Holiday

Strange Fruit
lyrics by Lewis Allen

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

 

[Angeline]

Timer
Laura Nyro

Oh I belong to Timer
He changed my face
You're a fine one Timer
You've got me walkin'
Through the gates of space

I keep rememberin'
Indoors that I used to walk through
Baby I'm not tryin' to talk you down
But I could walk through them doors
Onto a pleasure ground
It was sweet and funny
A pleasure ground

Didn't know about money
Did not know about Timer

Holdin' to my cradle at the start
But now my hand is open
And now my hand is ready
For my heart

So let the wind blow Timer
I like her song
And if the song goes minor
I won't mind

And Timer knows the lady's gonna love again
Time says the lady rambles never more
If you love me true
I'll spend my life with you
And Timer

You're a jigsaw Timer
God is a jigsaw
Soulin' with
Soulin' with Timer

 

[Angeline]

Emmie
Laura Nyro

Emily
And her love to be
Carved in a heart
On a berry tree
But it's only a little farewell lovespell
Time to design a woman -

Touch me
Oh wake me
Emily you ornament the earth
For me

Emily
You're the natural snow
The unstudied sea
You're a cameo
And I swear you were born
A weavers lover
Born for the loom's desire -

Move me
Oh sway me
Emily you ornament the earth
For me

Oh la la la

You were my friend
And I loved you
Emily

 

[Angeline]

100 Million Little Bombs
Buddy Miller

Three dollar bombs a 100 thousand more
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again.

They're cheap and they're simple
They're green and black
They'll take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't stop this train

Footfall of a soldier
Footfall of a child
They don't know the difference
They're blind and mean and wild

100 Million bombs and the wheel goes round
Lunch in Geneova and the deals go down
We'll still have to fight a century from now
The battles of a long long war

What do you with what's left behind
What can you grow in the fields of mine
What do you do when that's all you find you got
When you get back home

They're only made for terror
They don't care who they harm,
Three dollars each to make em
1000 to disarm

Three dollar bombs a100 thousand more
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again.

They're cheap and they're simple
They're green and black
They'll take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't turn around

100 million still in the ground
Lunch in Geneova and the deals go down
They'll still have to fight a century from now
Battle of a long time war

From China to Angolia
Cambodia where they laid
With chips from Motorola
Made in the USA

Three dollar bombs a 100 thousand more
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again.

They're cheap and they're simple
They're green and black
They'll take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't stop this train

 

[tungtied2u]

100 Million Little Bombs
Buddy Miller

Three dollar bombs a 100 thousand more
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again.

They're cheap and they're simple
They're green and black
They'll take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't stop this train

Footfall of a soldier
Footfall of a child
They don't know the difference
They're blind and mean and wild

100 Million bombs and the wheel goes round
Lunch in Geneova and the deals go down
We'll still have to fight a century from now
The battles of a long long war

What do you with what's left behind
What can you grow in the fields of mine
What do you do when that's all you find you got
When you get back home

They're only made for terror
They don't care who they harm,
Three dollars each to make em
1000 to disarm

Three dollar bombs a100 thousand more
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again.

They're cheap and they're simple
They're green and black
They'll take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't turn around

100 million still in the ground
Lunch in Geneova and the deals go down
They'll still have to fight a century from now
Battle of a long time war

From China to Angolia
Cambodia where they laid
With chips from Motorola
Made in the USA

Three dollar bombs a 100 thousand more
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again.

They're cheap and they're simple
They're green and black
They'll take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't stop this train

...but worth repeating....

 

[tungtied2u]

Alone again

Alone Again (Naturally)

Words and Music by Raymond O'Sullivan
Recorded by Gilbert O'Sullivan


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

In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that's tough"
"She stood him up"
"No point in us remaining"
"We may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, who wouldn't do?
The role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

(instrumental interlude)

Alone again, naturally

Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

 

[Merrymaker]

Goodnight Moon
by Shivaree

There’s a nail in the door
And there’s glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the tv is on
And I always sleep with my guns
When you’re gone

There’s a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I’m all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can’t stand

What should I do I’m just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home

Well goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it’s not here soon
I might be done
No it won’t be too soon ’til I say
Goodnight moon

There’s a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbour and he’s been watching me
And there’s footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something’s under the bed
Now it’s out in the hedge
There’s a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall

Oh what should I do I’m just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
I just hate to be all alone
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it’s not here soon
I might be done
No it won’t be too soon ’til I say
Goodnight moon

Well you’re up so high
How can you save me
When the dark comes here
Tonight to take me up
The mouth from woke
And into bed where it kisses my face
And eats my hand

Oh what should I do I’m just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it’s not here soon
I might be done
No it won’t be too soon ’til I say
Goodnight moon
No it won’t be too soon ’til I say
Goodnight moon

 

[Tathagata]

Goodnight Moon
by Shivaree
Goodnight moon

You really do have some cool taste in music

 

[Tathagata]

The Motels - Total Control

I don't know if I've posted this already
Great tune and a great sax solo:




Looking counter clockwise
Knowing what could happen
Any moment maybe you maybe even you

Steadfast collapse
Always certain any moment
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
Recline complete dream too sweet
I can't do it not with you
Not even with you
Maybe never with you

And I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Yeah I'd sell my soul for
Total control

Street wet tonight, lovers touch
It's pure delight
Always certain any moment
Maybe even you
Stay in bed stained sheets
My head hurts I repeat
Maybe you maybe you maybe even you

And I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Yeah I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Ooh I'd sell my soul for
Total control over you
Over you
Total control over you

 

[Angeline]

Re: The Motels - Total Control

I don't know if I've posted this already
Great tune and a great sax solo:




Looking counter clockwise
Knowing what could happen
Any moment maybe you maybe even you

Steadfast collapse
Always certain any moment
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
Recline complete dream too sweet
I can't do it not with you
Not even with you
Maybe never with you

And I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Yeah I'd sell my soul for
Total control

Street wet tonight, lovers touch
It's pure delight
Always certain any moment
Maybe even you
Stay in bed stained sheets
My head hurts I repeat
Maybe you maybe you maybe even you

And I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Yeah I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Ooh I'd sell my soul for
Total control over you
Over you
Total control over you

Thanks. You know how I feel about great sax.

 

[Tathagata]

Re: Re: The Motels - Total Control

Thanks. You know how I feel about great sax.

Sax and Violins baby

 

[Angeline]

Re: Re: Re: The Motels - Total Control

Sax and Violins baby

No violins, but maybe a little bluesy remorse.

 

[Tathagata]

Re: Re: Re: Re: The Motels - Total Control

No violins, but maybe a little bluesy remorse.

i'll see your remorse and add 4 bars of regret

 

[Angeline]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Motels - Total Control

i'll see your remorse and add 4 bars of regret

and a harp solo.

(did we just write a song?)

 

[Tathagata]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Motels - Total Control

and a harp solo.

(did we just write a song?)

ok and a little slide too

yeah except for the pesky words
; )

 

[Angeline]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Motels - Total Control

ok and a little slide too

yeah except for the pesky words
; )

oh i have words. lots.

so do you.