Poetry and Lyrics

[Angeline]

ummmmmmm


ok

nice AV
that you princess??

Shhh

One of my all-time favorite John songs (you know Paul didn't write this one).

When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)

Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am - I'm only sleeping

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy
I don't mind, I think they're crazzy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there's no need (there's no need)

Please, don't spoil my day, I'm miles away
And after all I'm only sleeping

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time

Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy feeling

Please, don't spoil my day, I'm miles away
And after all I'm only sleeping

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time

When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)

Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am - I'm only sleeping

 

[Tathagata]

Shhh

One of my all-time favorite John songs (you know Paul didn't write this one).

When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)

Paul wrote Crap

I always loved this tune
especially in " Let It be" because John forgot the lyrics
and said ' Blooh blah blah blooh"
and it was still one of the best songs on the film



Don't let me down, don't let me down.
Don't let me down, don't let me down.

Nobody ever loved me like she does,
oo, she does, yeh, she does.
And if somebody loved me like she do me,
oo, she do me, yes, she does.

Don't let me down, don't let me down.
Don't let me down, don't let me down.

I'm in love for the first time.
Don't you know it's gonna last.
It's a love that lasts forever,
It's a love that had no past.

Don't let me down, don't let me down.
Don't let me down, don't let me down.

And from the first time that she really done me,
oo, she done me, she done me good.
I guess nobody ever really done me,
oo, she done me, she done me good.

Don't let me down, don't let me down.
Don't let me down, don't let me down.

 

[Reltne]

Sunday Morning Coming Down
as sung by Johnny Cash


Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

 

[Angeline]

Paul wrote Crap


<snip>

Maybe I'm Amazed, Teddy Boy, and For No One are great songs. Although I tend to agree with you.

Listening to John sing this one, in that voice of his, brings me to tears. Just about every damn time I hear it.

Jealous Guy

I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control
I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
I was shivering inside

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I was trying to catch your eyes
Thought that you was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy, watch out
I’m just a jealous guy, look out babe
I’m just a jealous guy

 

[Tathagata]

Maybe I'm Amazed, Teddy Boy, and For No One are great songs. Although I tend to agree with you.

Listening to John sing this one, in that voice of his, brings me to tears. Just about every damn time I hear it.

Jealous Guy

I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control
I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
I was shivering inside

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I was trying to catch your eyes
Thought that you was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy, watch out
I’m just a jealous guy, look out babe
I’m just a jealous guy

Bryan Ferry
did a cover of this song after Lennon was killed
I bought the 5 minute LP
I have no use for people covering Lennon tunes but this version captures all the tenderness of the original and has the added feeling of a tribute of a true fan of Lennons music.
I miss John

 

[Fflow]

Lennon, Lyrics, etc

I tend to agree that covering lennon songs can be pointless but, as a singer/songwriter myself, I can tell you that performing great songs like his feels really good. On the other hand, I know more than a few people who actually hate the beatles, and what they represented culturally. One person I know actually chose Mark David Chapman as his stage name.

I know that lots of folks look to John's later work as shining examples of his talent, but I was always moved by his vocal performance on "Hide Your Love Away" from Help, and Sexy Sadie...

Lastly, do you want to hear a very weepy, and very true, story about me & the beatles? Ok:

My father worked for a large attraction and, upon completing Venus & Mars in Los Angeles, Paul McCartney decided that he'd have a bon voyage party there. So, my father comes home and calmly informs us that PM had, earlier that day, been sitting in his office, making arrangements for the party. During the course of the negotiations, Sir Paul casually invites my father, and my mom, to join him at the party. I did tell you this is all true...

So, my brother, who is in High Scholl Jr ROTC, is invited, along with a few of his mates, to come in uniform and act as an honor guard for the guests, piping them aboard.

This party, it turned out, was THE event of the decade, with every celebrety of film, music, and TV in attendance. The party band Paul hired was The Captain & Tenille (sp?) who, at that time, had their own prime time TV show.

John Lennon flew in from NYC and, very sweetly, gave my father a Rock & Roll t-shirt for me. Ringo was there also. Sadly, George did not fly over the pond.

This is all absolutely true.

I stayed home, by myself. My whole family got to go, except me.


Anyway, here's another fun one from Elvis Costello - All The Rage - Brutal Youth

The twitching impulse is to speak your mind
I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it
It's in that ugly place that's just behind your face
Where you keep my picture still despite the fact
That you had me replaced

CHORUS:
Say "Goodbye"
Baby can't you act your age?
You know why
I'm going to give it to you straight
Although I'll never be
Unhappy as you want me to be
Still it's all the rage

I'll probably play along
Left to my own devices
Spare me the drone of your advice
The sins of garter and gin
Confession may delay
You know the measuring pole
The merry boots of clay
I've heard it all before
You'll say it anyway

CHORUS

Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief
You murder time and truth, love, laughter and belief
So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think
And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink

CHORUS

Although I'll never be
Unhappy as you want me to be
Still it's all the rage

 

[Merrymaker]

I Close My Eyes
by Shivaree

Giddy-up old boy it's time to go
Vous les vous savoir the love below
Brother, I've got more than you can take
But more than I can do to stay awake

I close my eyes
So I
Can dream of ways to keep you occupied
So I
Can lock you up we'll keep it classified
Alright
You're mine tonight, son
When I close my eyes

I can make you sorry when I want
Find some other house for you to haunt
Carry out your sentence in my head
All I have to do is go to bed

I close my eyes
So I
Can dream of ways to keep you occupied
So I
Can lock you up we'll keep it classified
So right
You're mine tonight son, when I close my eyes

Hide and seek, yellow ducky
Feeling weak or feeling lucky son

Who's got milk, the baby's crying
Shut 'em up, get 'em flying
Little kiddies bought and sold
And papa's got a brand new bag of gold

Tonight
I'll dream of ways to keep you occupied
So I can lock you up we'll call it classified
So right
You're mine tonight love when I close my eyes

 

[sandj]

Good to see some Elvis Costello on here. One of my favorites from Brutal Youth is "This is Hell"

This is hell, this is hell
I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it after a spell
For heaven is hell in reverse

The bruiser spun a hula hoop
As all the barmen preen and pout
The neon "i" of nightclub flickers on and off
And finally blew out
The irritating jingle
Of the belly-dancing phony Turkish girls
The eerie glare of ultra violet
Perfect dental work

This is hell, this is hell
I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it after a spell
For heaven is hell in reverse

The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie
Is very sorry that he spoke
For he's mislaid his punch line
More than halfway through a very tasteless joke
The fraulein caught him peeking down her gown
He's yelling in her ear
And all at once the music stopped
As he was intimately bellowing "My dear . . .

This is hell, this is hell
I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it after a spell
For heaven is hell in reverse

The shirt you wore with courage
And the violent nylon suit
Reappear upon your back
And undermine the polished line you try to shoot
It's not the torment of the flames
That finally see your flesh corrupted
It's the small humiliations that your memory piles up
This is hell, this is hell, this is hell.

My Favourite Things are playing
Again and again
But it's by Julie Andrews
And not by John Coltrane
Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed
Vintage wine for breakfast
And naked starlets floating in Champagne
All the passions of your youth
Are tranquillized and tamed
You may think it looks familiar
Though you may know it by another name

 

[sandj]

Again from Brutal Youth, a quieter song, but still bearing Mr. McManus's trademark wry bitterness, if not the full out anger and vitriol.

Do you love him
Or is it still too soon to know?
When I think back a couple of days
Before I found you in his spell
Was there a warning?
What can I say
Should I look away
It's still too soon to know

Are you sorry
Or is it still to soon to know?
It didn't take much to break us in two
For it was in the way that he came close to touching you
The look in your eyes
I thought I recognised
It's still too soon to know

And it's still too soon to know
Will you stay or will you go?
It's still too soon to know
When I think back a couple of days
If I wasn't happy then, I never will be
I wonder was this ignorance or bliss?
It's still too soon to know

 

[sandj]

Could probably do an entire thread just on EC. This one is from All This Useless Beauty, co-written, I believe, with Aimee Mann.

*I'm singing along as I type this, can't help myself*

"The Other End (of the Telescope)"

Shall we agree that just this once I'm gonna change my life
until it's just as tiny or important as you like?
And in time, we won't even recall that we spoke
words that turned out to be as big as smoke.
As smoke disappears in the air,
there's always something that's smold'ring somewhere

I know it don't make a difference to you
but oh, it so makes a difference to me
as you see me off in the distance, I hope,
at the other end of the telescope

The promise of indulgence in my confidential voice
approached immortal danger but
you'll never know how close.
And down the hall, I overheard such a heavenly choir.
They interrupted my evil designs.
One minute you're up in the clouds;
the next thing you're down with the sweet Adeleines

I know it don't make a difference to you
but oh, it so makes a difference to me
as you see me off in the distance, I hope,
at the other end of the telescope

Lie down, baby, now don't say a word.
There, there, baby, your vision is blurred.
Your head is so sore from all of that thinking.
I don't wanna hurt you now, but I think you're shrinking.

Your half-naked ambition, and you're half out of your wits
Or several tiny fractures that this portrait still omits.
And it's so hard to pick the receiver up when I call.
I never noticed you could be so small?
The answer was under your nose.
The question never arose.

I know it don't make a difference to you
but oh, it so makes a difference to me
'cause late in the evening as I sit here moping
with a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin
and a cast-iron heart that you failed to tear open
at the other end, at the other end,
at the other end of the telescope.

 

[Angeline]

Bryan Ferry
did a cover of this song after Lennon was killed
I bought the 5 minute LP
I have no use for people covering Lennon tunes but this version captures all the tenderness of the original and has the added feeling of a tribute of a true fan of Lennons music.
I miss John

I miss him, too, T.

Did you ever see my poem John? I know it's not a lyric, but here it is:

John

When in vanity before glasses,
he sang with head jut forward,
knees slightly bent,
copper eyes searching perhaps
for one of us though now we know
he saw only blur.

His lips stretched thin around
the words. He must have sung
those songs thousands of times,
but when he looked at Paul
or George, the smile would reach
his eyes and he was real.

Serious face bent to his harp.

I thought he must be looking
inward past the rhythm strums,
the foot in motion, beating
lost above the screams,

but O the voice that rolled
out of that mouth, spread lyric
to a microphone and captured
me as easily as air.

That honest voice
awoke my heart, and still
so many years from then
the raw and simple plea
of John trying to hide
his love away unlocked me.

Love was all I needed then
and evermore.


I did an illustrated version, too.

He was my hero. Still is.

 

[Tathagata]

The Popes- Sleepless nights

Just when I thought I got it made
The ghosts in my life they go digging my grave


The best line on the album


Sleepless Nights


What in the world is happening?
Look at the state I'm in
I can't believe I feel this way again
Just when I thought I got it made
The ghosts in my life they go digging my grave
What in the world is happening?
Look at the state I'm in
There ya go, getting me uptight
I'm lying awake again
She's giving me sleepless nights

No wise man's words
Are gonna help
When your lover don't love you
You can't love yourself
So I'm lying awake
Chained to the bed
Night after night, counting the days
What in the world is happening?
Look at the state I'm in?

There ya go, getting me uptight
I'm lying awake again
She's giving me sleepless nights

How can you say (repeat)
It's gonna be alright
I'm lying awake again
She's giving me sleepless nights
Yeah, she's giving me sleepless nights
Wo, she's giving me sleepless nights
Yeah, she's giving me sleepless nights
Wo, she's giving me sleepless nights

 

[cjh]

This is the song King Louie sang in Disney's Jungle Book, right?

nope, but the mixup is easy to understand. you're thinking of a louis prima song, "wanna be like you":

Now I'm the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
An ape like me
Can learn to be human too

( Gee, cousin Louie
You're doin' real good

Now here's your part of the deal, cuz
Lay the secret on me of man's red fire

But I don't know how to make fire )

Now don't try to kid me, mancub
I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire
To make my dream come true
Give me the secret, mancub
Clue me what to do
Give me the power of man's red flower
So I can be like you

You!
I wanna be like you
I wanna talk like you
Walk like you, too
You'll see it's true
Someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like you
Can learn to be
Like someone like me

 

[Angeline]

nope, but the mixup is easy to understand. you're thinking of a louis prima song, "wanna be like you":

Now I'm the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
An ape like me
Can learn to be human too

( Gee, cousin Louie
You're doin' real good

Now here's your part of the deal, cuz
Lay the secret on me of man's red fire

But I don't know how to make fire )

Now don't try to kid me, mancub
I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire
To make my dream come true
Give me the secret, mancub
Clue me what to do
Give me the power of man's red flower
So I can be like you

You!
I wanna be like you
I wanna talk like you
Walk like you, too
You'll see it's true
Someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like you
Can learn to be
Like someone like me

lol. I know. I was just harrassing him. My kids watched that movie about a million times.

Louis Prima was cool.

 

[cjh]

Michael Fracasso is a relatively obscure singer/songwriter in Austin. It's a shame, because he shines brilliantly as both. Here are the lyrics to his song "Tell Mary."

Tell Mary, it really doesn't matter
These things happen in life all the time
Tell her that, one day we'll both be laughing
I'm sure it's nothing, how could it be something
When I can't even hold her in my arms

Tell Mary, sometimes when it's raining
Those are days when I'm at my best
I let the water wash away my feelings
I'm sure they're nothing, how could they be something
When I can't even hold her against my breast

No Mary, life is not simple
Once it was in your arms
We shared the day and
Nighttime would find us where
No one or nothing could do us harm

Tell Mary, sometimes life is dreaming
Till you wake up and find you're not there
All your thoughts offer no protection
I'm sure thery're nothing, how could they be something
When I can't see the wind blowing through her hair

No Mary, life is not simple
Once it was in your arms
We shared the day and
Nighttime would find us where
No one or nothing could do us harm

Tell Mary, I'm tired, but I'm happy
I've been down, but not this time
All my dreams are easily forgotten
I'm sure they're nothing, how could they be something
When I can't even see her when I open my eyes

Tell Mary, it really doesn't matter

 

[cjh]

lol. I know. I was just harrassing him. My kids watched that movie about a million times.

Louis Prima was cool.

yeah. i inherited all of my mom's louis prima records. he was definitely the king of the swingers.

 

[Angeline]

yeah. i inherited all of my mom's louis prima records. he was definitely the king of the swingers.

People thought he was a low-rent Louis Armstrong (which shows how little they understand about Prima *and* Armstrong). And he (Prima) wrote some great stuff like Sunday Kind of Love.

 

[Trent_Dutch]

I've expressed my thoughts on Robert Palmer once before. Look past the suave image, and you have a very damn good singer/songwriter. One case in point, 'Every Kinda People'.

Rober Palmer, 'Every Kinda People'.

Said the fight to make ends meet
Keeps a man upon his feet
Holding down his job
Trying to show he can't be bought

Ooh, it takes every kind of people
To make what life's about, yeah
Every kind of people
To make the world go 'round

Someone's looking for a lead
In his duty to a King or to a creed
Protecting what he feels is right
Fights against wrong with his life

There's no profit in deceit
Honest men know that
Revenge does not taste sweet
Whether yellow, black or white
Each and every man's the same inside

Ooh, It takes every kind of people
To make what life's about,
Takes every kind of people
To make the world go 'round

You know that love's the only goal
That could bring a peace to any soul
Hey, and every man's the same
He wants the sunshine in his name

Ooh, it takes every kind of people.
To make what life's about,
Takes every kind of people
To make the world go 'round

Every kind of people…..

 

[Angeline]

Robert Palmer's Double Fun album--which I believe the song you posted is from Trent--is great. I love You Overwhelm Me. Great song.

 

[Tathagata]

People thought he was a low-rent Louis Armstrong (which shows how little they understand about Prima *and* Armstrong). And he (Prima) wrote some great stuff like Sunday Kind of Love.

I saw some clips of Prima and his ..what? female vocalist..
she had a strange name...anyway she had some great stories.
he was like a rock star and he had such a manic energy on stage.
I have a bunch of his stuff on my iPod

 

[Angeline]

My New Anthem

is this song as sung by the incredible soul singer Solomon Burke. And it was written by Dr. John (aka Mac Rebenac).

Make Do With What You Got
Cat Yellin, Mac Rebenac

Reaching so deep,
Pushing so hard,
Gotta see how strong
You’re leading me on,
Gotta find a solution,
Work it with all my might,
Gotta make restitution
From the dark into the light.

You lose a lot,
You got to make do with what you got.

In the blackest night
of the midnight moon,
You gotta hold on tight
Though you may not be in tune,
You gotta find a solution,
Work it with all your might,
Gotta make restitution
From the dark into the light.

You lose a lot,
You got to make do with what you got.

In the hour of hopelessness,
Dark and blue,
Look deep in your heart,
Somehow love will pull you through.
The maddest baddest sorrow in the world
Don’t hold a candle to what God knows.

Gotta predict
One second at a time,
Even if you can't see your way through
And there’s no reason or rhyme,
Gotta find a solution,
Work it with all your heart and all your mind,
Gotta make restitution
From the dark into the light.

You lose a lot,
Just gotta make do
Make do with what you got

Dr John told me
Hold on.
Be strong
You can make it.
Take it. Take a deep deep breath,
breathe deep, Hold it one
second at a time.

Now breathe

Ahhhhhh.

 

[Trent_Dutch]

Every man has 'that' album. The one he puts on when the night is late, the heads are high and the sheets of the bed are like cooling waters against the heated flesh... basically his sex album.
Mine is practically tailor made for such occasions, being the Album "Nathaniel Merriweather presents... LOVAGE. Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By". Featuring the voices of Micheal Patton (ala Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Phantomas, Tomahawk) Jennifer Charles (Ellysian Fields) and the production/mixing/all-round-musical-genius of Dan 'the Automator' Nakamura (Dr. Octagon, Deltron, Much Better Tommorow, and more recently the Head Automatica). The give/take and interplay between Patton and Charles is amazing, the frisson of sexual chemistry all too apparent. The album practically oozes pure lust... and I must admit, it has rarely failed me..... I'll give you a few samples, but the true effect can only really be gained from hearing the songs...


Lovage.
Book of The Month.

you and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
i'm your book of the month, read the fine print later

we'll invent new four letter words
you are the bitter, i am the sweet
run through the fields, sing with the birds
you are the griddle, i am the meat

i'll turn you on like the electric company
you are the bitter, i am the sweet
flick on the switch and light your pilot light
you are the griddle, i am the meat

you and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
i'm your book of the month, read the fine print later

we'll laugh away our golden years
you are the bitter, i am the sweet
we'll line the clouds with silver tears
you are the griddle, i am the meat

you and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
i'm your book of the month, read the fine print later

you and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher
feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
i'm your book of the month, read the fine print later

you are the bitter, i am the sweet
you are the griddle, i am the meat
you are the trick, i am the treat
you are the circus, i am the freak

you are the bitter, i am the sweet
you are the griddle, i am the meat
you are the trick, i am the treat
you are the circus, i am the freak


Lovage.
Archie and Veronica.

flowers on your grave
i never loved you
flowers on your grave
i never touched you
i'll bet that you're there
never knew you cared
flowers on your grave

little buttercups and wild daizies
by the lilly pond, remember baby
blowing dandeliens, my only wish was you

sitting on a cold slab
feeling my warm stab
you know I'll be missing you
that's why i'm kissing you

flowers on your grave
i never loved you
flowers on your grave
i never touched you
i paid my respects
too little too late
flowers on your grave

little buttercups and wild daizies,
by the lilly pond, remember baby
blowing dandeliens, my only wish was you

i look funny all dressed in black
my wet hankerchief won't bring you back
now there lowering down
you feel me from underground

flowers on your grave
i never loved you
flowers on your grave
i never touched you
i'll bet that you're there
never knew you cared
flowers on your grave

little buttercups and wild daizies
by the lilly pond, remember baby
blowing dandeliens, my only wish was you

you are the lucky one
i hope you've had your fun
for all those nights I set you free
tonight you'll remember me

flowers on your grave
i never loved you
flowers on your grave
i never touched you
i paid my respects
too little too late
flowers on your grave

jealous of the flies and the worms inside me
jealous of the flies and the worms inside me
jealous of the flies and the worms inside me
jealous of the flies and the worms inside me

 

[Fflow]

Art Bears - The World As It Is Today

The Law - words by Chris Cutler - Music by Fred Frith - Singing by Dagmar Krause

I saw my masters, sat to dine,
Bloated on Liberty, yours and mine.

I asked, "Is there no portion for the poor?"

They answered, "Surely!" and beltched out the Law.

 

[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 and the wheel goes round
Lunch in Geneva 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
A thousand to disarm

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 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 lay
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

 

[Angeline]

Bout Time They Put Her in the R&R Hall of Fame

Middle of the Road
Chrissy Hynde

The middle of the road is trying to find me
I'm standing in the middle of life with my past behind me
but I got a smile for everyone I meet
as long as you don't try dragging my bay
or dropping the bomb on my street

Now, come on baby, get in the road
Come on now, in the middle of the road

In the middle of the road you see the darnedest things
like fat guys driving limos and jeeps to the city
wearing big diamond rings and silk suits
there's corrugated tin shacks full up with kids
and man I don't mean no Hampstead nursery
when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world
the babies just come with the scenery

Now, come on baby, get in the road
Come on now, in the middle of the road

In the middle of the road is a private cul de sac
I can't get from the cab to the curb
without some little jerk on my back
don't harass me, can't you tell I'm going home, I'm tired of selling
I'm not the kind I used to be
I got a kid, I'm 33 baby

Get in the road
Come on now - in the middle of the road