Poetry and Lyrics

[Guest]

Bird on the Wire

Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

 

[Man Ray]

We gotta have some more Doors!

I spent the Millennium in Paris and you know what? They had shut Pere Lachaise Cemetary so no one could visit Jim! I think Jim Morrison is a poetic genius...controversial I know but true!

The End

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

 

[Angeline]

I've been listening to this cd a lot the past few days--it feels so meaningful to me and the songs are very beautiful.

Where Teardrops Fall
Bob Dylan

Far Away where the soft wind blows,
Far away from it all,
There is a place you go
Where teardrops fall.

Far away in the stormy night,
Far away and over the wall,
You are there in the flickering light
Where teardrops fall.

We banged the drum slowly
And played the fife lowly
You know the song in my heart
In the turning of twilight
In the shadows of moonlight
You can show me a new place to start

I've torn my clothes and I've drained the cup
Strippin' away at it all,
Thinking of you when the sun comes up
Where teardrops fall.

By rivers of blindness,
In love and with kindness
We could hold up a toast if we meet
To the cuttin' of fences
To sharpen the senses
That linger in the fireball heat.

Roses are red, violets are blue
And time is beginning to crawl,
I just might have to come see you
Where teardrops fall.

 

[Tathagata]

Re: We gotta have some more Doors!

I spent the Millennium in Paris and you know what? They had shut Pere Lachaise Cemetary so no one could visit Jim! I think Jim Morrison is a poetic genius...controversial I know but true!

I agree

oh those crazy french people:




Universal mind

I was doing time in the universal mind.
I was feeling fine.
I was turning keys, I was setting people free.
I was doing all right.
Chorus: Then you came along
With a suitcase and a song,
Turned my head around.
Now I'm so alone
Just looking for a home
In every face I see.
I'm the freedom man X3
That's how lucky I am.
I was doing time in the universal mind.
I was feeling fine.
I was turning keys, I was setting people free.
I was doing all right.
Chorus
I'm the freedom man.
I was doing time in the universal mind.
I was feeling fine.
I was turning keys, I was setting people free.
I was doing all right.
Chorus
I'm the freedom man X3

 

[Angeline]

I don't know why, but this King Crimson song just popped in my head. It's very funny and ascerbic, from the mind of that mad genius Robert Fripp (and I think Peter Sinfield).

P.S. I just had dinner and it was made from scratch and good. Really. lol.

CAT FOOD
King Crimson

Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in the manager's door;
Grooving to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
Lays out her goods on the floor;
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
"Eat it and come back for more!"

Lady Window Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew;
Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
Knows how to flavour a stew.
Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri':
"Poisoned especially for you!"

No use to complain
If you're caught out in the rain;
Your mother's quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.

Lady Yellow Stamper with a fillet in a hamper
Dying to finish the course;
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
Drowning in miracle sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
"Not even fit for a horse!"

No use to complain
If you're caught out in the rain;
Your mother's quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.

 

[Angeline]

Sounds like my house before a good cleaning . not cause of you ee baby; you're much more tidy than me, lol

Everything is Broken
Bob Dylan

Broken lines, broken strings,
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.

Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground

Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones.
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
Everything is broken.

Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face

Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.

 

[Tathagata]

Look Back In Anger

David Bowie:

You know who I am," he said
The speaker was an angel
He coughed and shook his crumpled wings
Closed his eyes and moved his lips
"It's time we should be going"

(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, driven by the night
Till you come
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, see it in my eyes
Till you come

No one seemed to hear him
So he leafed through a magazine
And, yawning, rubbed the sleep away
Very sane he seemed to me

(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, driven by the night
Till you come
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, feel it in my voice
Till you come

(Waiting so long, ahhh...)
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so) (repeat ad inf.)

 

[Tathagata]

Silencio - Ibrahim Ferrer
( from the Buena Vista Social Club)

[ translated from spanish]

Asleep in my garden,
the gladiolas and the roses,
white lillies, and my soul,
so very sad and heavy.
From the flowers,
I wish to hide the bitter pain.

I wouldn't want the flowers
to know about the torments
that life gives me,
for if they should know what I am suffering so,
for my sorrows,
they would cry as well.

Silencio,
for they are sleeping.
the gladiolas and the lillies.
I wouldn't want them to know my sorrows.
because if they see me crying,
they would die.

 

[Angeline]

Silencio - Ibrahim Ferrer
( from the Buena Vista Social Club)

[ translated from spanish]

Asleep in my garden,
the gladiolas and the roses,
white lillies, and my soul,
so very sad and heavy.
From the flowers,
I wish to hide the bitter pain.

I wouldn't want the flowers
to know about the torments
that life gives me,
for if they should know what I am suffering so,
for my sorrows,
they would cry as well.

Silencio,
for they are sleeping.
the gladiolas and the lillies.
I wouldn't want them to know my sorrows.
because if they see me crying,
they would die.

OMG! I love that song. (I love that film.) Is that the one he sings with Omara Portuondo?

 

[Tathagata]

OMG! I love that song. (I love that film.) Is that the one he sings with Omara Portuondo?

hehe yes
I wish they'd release the one they were rehearsing
it had such a raw feel to it

 

[Angeline]

hehe yes
I wish they'd release the one they were rehearsing
it had such a raw feel to it

I know exactly what you mean. It's the scene where they sing it and Ry Cooder in the control booth listening breathes "Wow." Right? (I have the DVD, lol, can you tell?)

 

[Tathagata]

I know exactly what you mean. It's the scene where they sing it and Ry Cooder in the control booth listening breathes "Wow." Right? (I have the DVD, lol, can you tell?)

well its the one where they are kinda just recording it
and Ry Cooder plays this seemingly bizarre slide all the way through
but then at the guitar solo...........the cuban guy plays the intricate piece, cooder plays slide, and at the end the guy looks over and nods and smiles
and that says everything
i've felt that, being in bands and all, and its just the coolest feeling
a meld ya know??

 

[Angeline]

well its the one where they are kinda just recording it
and Ry Cooder plays this seemingly bizarre slide all the way through
but then at the guitar solo...........the cuban guy plays the intricate piece, cooder plays slide, and at the end the guy looks over and nods and smiles
and that says everything
i've felt that, being in bands and all, and its just the coolest feeling
a meld ya know??

Oh ok, yes. Compay Segundo.

 

[Tathagata]

Oh ok, yes. Compay Segundo.

Si Senora
; )
that movie was beautiful
that old piano player
playing for the little ballerina's...
great music


I think we've hijacked a thread again
Lol

 

[Guest]

Si Senora
; )
that movie was beautiful
that old piano player
playing for the little ballerina's...
great music


I think we've hijacked a thread again
Lol

S'ok - I'm following along.



Carry on...................

 

[Angeline]

Si Senora
; )
that movie was beautiful
that old piano player
playing for the little ballerina's...
great music


I think we've hijacked a thread again
Lol

Yeah, but it's my thread so who cares.

And you MUST see The Last of the Blue Devils, which is sorta Buena Vista Social Club meets Kansas City jazz. Joe Turner, Jay McShann, Basie and many more. It's fantastic.

 

[Tathagata]

Yeah, but it's my thread so who cares.

And you MUST see The Last of the Blue Devils, which is sorta Buena Vista Social Club meets Kansas City jazz. Joe Turner, Jay McShann, Basie and many more. It's fantastic.

I love Big Joe
his version of " Shake Rattle and Roll" with the " one eyed cat peepin in a seafood store" ( how did THAT get by the censors) is the best version I've ever heard


Basie was So ahead of his time


now you got me goin
lmao
you'll be sorry

 

[Tathagata]

S'ok - I'm following along.



Carry on...................

join in...........
so to speak

 

[Tathagata]

Mercy Street

Don't know if anyones done this one
But I have it on now
just...sublime


Mercy Street
Peter Gabriel:


looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real

all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head

she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam

lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes

nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day

there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy('s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms

pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word

confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he's the doctor
he can handle the shocks

dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lips

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy's arms

mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea

 

[Tathagata]

Bad Boy-Jive Bombers

I'm just a bad boy,

(boy)
All dressed up in fancy clothes
I'm takin' the trouble
To blow my bubbles away

Bad boy

(boy)
Life is just a bowl of cherries
I'm takin' the trouble
To turn my nights into days

The hot, blazin' sun (doo-doo, doo-doo)
Won't hurt my head (doo-doo, doo-doo)
`cause you'll always find me (doo-doo, doo-doo)
Right there in the shade (doo-doo, doo-doo)
I can see all the folks (doo-doo, doo-doo)
They're laughin' at me (doo-doo, doo-doo)
`cause I'm just naturally crazy

Bad boy

(boy)
All dressed up in fancy clothes
I'm takin' the trouble
To blow my bubbles away

The hot, blazin' sun (doo-doo, doo-doo)
Won't hurt my head (doo-doo, doo-doo)
`cause you'll always find me (doo-doo, doo-doo)
Right there in the shade (doo-doo, doo-doo)
I can see all the folks (doo-doo, doo-doo)
They're laughin' at me (doo-doo, doo-doo)
`cause I'm just naturally lazy

Bad boy

(ahh)
All dressed up in fancy clothes
I'm takin' the trouble
To blow my bubbles away
(BAD BOY!)

 

[Tathagata]

Shel Silverstein

I Love Him:




Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloopy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts...
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall...
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold French fries and rancid meat,
yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sahra Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late...
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sahra met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sahra Stout
And always take the garbage out!

 

[Angeline]

My Heroine

This is so good, but you have to listen to her sing it. If ever song were poetry, she could make you believe when she sang.

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
You and Timer

You're a jigsaw Timer
God is a jigsaw
Soulin' with
Soulin' with
Timer
Let it blow

 

[Tathagata]

Re: My Heroine

This is so good, but you have to listen to her sing it. If ever song were poetry, she could make you believe when she sang.

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
You and Timer

You're a jigsaw Timer
God is a jigsaw
Soulin' with
Soulin' with
Timer
Let it blow

Nice

 

[Angeline]

Buy and Sell
Laura Nyro

Cocaine and quiet beers,
sweet candy and caramel.
Pass the time and dry the tears
on a street called buy and sell.

Life turns like the endless sea.
Death tolls like a vesper bell.
Children laugh and lovers dream
on a street called buy and sell.

Ladies dress calico style, beware your heart.
And the men walk shamelessly, aimlessly by.
Cinders in the daylight, junkyards in the sky,
buy and sell.
Sell my goods to buy my roof, my bed,
my bed.

Two pennies will buy a rose.
Three pennies and who can tell
on a street that comes and goes
by the name of buy and sell

Buy and sell,
sell my goods to buy my roof, my bed.

 

[Tathagata]

Big Electric Cat

Adrian Belew-


She arrives like a limo
Smooth and moving
On the prowl through the crowd
To the beat of the city
She glows in the dark
Wherever she parks
Concrete crumbles and the night rumbles

Big electric cat

She dances through the street
Like the flame of a fire
Everybody's hypnotized
Everybody perspires
Even little children cry
Grown men shout
The dogs bark
The lights go out

Big electric cat