Poetry and Lyrics

[Angeline]

calexico are my favorite psilosybin alternative country mariachi band. there's no real way to describe them. they are just who they are.

here are the lyrics to gift x-change. the song can be downloaded legally from their web site.
______________________

You say you're leaving - going back home
where's your family. where do you come from
something's missing in your life. you've felt it all along
retrace your steps, balance and check where it all went wrong
the spirit is broken. the path is overrun
you can't move forward and nothing gets done
i hope you find some inner peace along the way
whatever it takes i pray you'll make it home on christmas day
in case you don't find what you need when you finally arrive
and your heart is snowed in there's no warmth or light
take this candle with you and this book of matches as well
as you're climbing the walls no answers at all
except the gift you give yourself
i trust you will find some inner peace through times that are rough
what would it take to hear you say the gift you give is love
the gift you live is enough

I listened and it is beautiful. I know somebody else who'll love it, too, especially that sweetly subtle slide git.

Thank you CJH.

 

[Angeline]

One of my all time favorite songs

if you can ever find tracy nelson singing this, listen listen listen. She has a powerhouse of a voice.

Down So Low
Tracy Nelson

When you went away I cried
Cried for so long
And I wanted you to stay
Ah but that was all wrong

The pain you left behind
Has become part of me
And it's burned out a hole
Where my love used to be

But it's not losing you
That's got me down so low
I just can't find another man
To take your place

Well you know I love you
But that wasn't enough
We both fell apart
When things got too tough
And I've learned how to give now
But what good
But what good would that do
No one can touch me
The way you used to do

And it's not losing you
That's got me down so low
I just can't find another man
To take your place

Well I know your opinion
Of me is not good
Please try to understand
That I'd change
Well I'd change if I could
And this coldness inside me
Well it's starting to build
And a woman can't be a woman
Unless she's fulfilled

But it's not losing you
That's got me down so low
I just can't find another man
To take your place
There's no one can

 

[Angeline]

LINDA PALOMA
Jackson Browne

At the moment the music began
And you heard the guitar player starting to sing
You were filled with the beauty that ran
Through what you were imagining
Dreaming of scenes from those songs of love
I was the endless sky
And you were my Mexican dove

Now the music that played in your ears
Grows a little bit fainter each day
And you find yourself looking through tears
At the love you feel slipping away
Though it's not the kind
Of love you might hope to find
If tears could release the heart
From the shadows preferred by the mind

Like a wind that comes up in the night
Caressing your face while you sleep
Love will fill your eyes with the sight
Of a world you can't hope to keep
Dreaming on after that moment's gone
The light in your lover's eyes
Disappears with the light of the dawn

But the morning brings
Strength to your restless wings
And some other lover sings
To the sun's bright corona
I know all about these things
Linda Paloma
Fly away
Linda Paloma

 

[Angeline]

I would like to say

that I really really really like Jackson Browne.



Bright Baby Blues

I'm sitting down by the highway
Down by that highway side
Everybody's going somewhere
Riding just as fast as they can ride
I guess they've got a lot to do
Before they can rest assured
Their lives are justified
Pray to God for me baby
He can let me slide

'Cause I've been up and down this highway
Far as my eyes can see
No matter how fast I run
I can never seem to get away from me
No matter where I am
I can't help feeling I'm just a day away
From where I want to be
Now I'm running home baby
Like a river to the sea

Baby if you can see me
Out across this wilderness
There's just one thing
I was hoping you might guess
Baby you can free me
All in the power of your sweet tenderness

I can see it in your eyes
You've got those bright baby blues
You don't see what you've got to gain
But you don't like to lose
You watch yourself from the sidelines
Like your life is a game you don't mind playing
To keep yourself amused
I don't mean to be cruel baby
But you're looking confused

Baby if you can hear me
Turn down your radio
There's just one thing
I want you to know
When you've been near me
I've felt the love stirring in my soul

It's so hard to come by
That feeling of peace
This friend of mine said
"Close your eyes, and try a few of these"
I thought I flying like a bird
So far above my sorrow
But when I looked down
I was standing on my knees
Now I need someone to help me
Someone to help me please

Baby if you need me
Like I know I need you
There's just one thing
I'll ask you to do
Take my hand and lead me
To the hole in your garden wall
And pull me through

 

[Merrymaker]

Edge Of The Ocean
by Ivy

There's a place I dream about
Where the sun never goes out.
And the sky is deep and blue.
Won't you take me there with you.

Ohhh, we can begin again.
Shed our skin, let the sun shine in.
At the edge of the ocean
We can start over again.

There's a world I've always known
Somewhere far away from home.
When I close my eyes I see
All the space and mystery.

Ohhh, we can begin again.
Shed our skin, let the sun shine in.
At the edge of the ocean
We can start over again.

 

[Merrymaker]

One more


Beautiful
by Ivy

Sprawled across the bedroom floor
Dripping sweat from every pore
Helplessly you reach for me
But I'm already, I'm already gone

Don't you look beautiful?

Where's that smirk I've had to face
Crawled away in sweet disgrace
Now you say you need me so
Don't tell me what I already know

Don't you look beautiful?
Don't you look beautiful
Begging me to finish what I start

Open mouth and aching fingers
Bloodshot eyes so filled with fear
If only you could see yourself from here

Don't you look beautiful?
Don't you look beautiful?
Don't you look beautiful
Begging me to finish what I start

Don't you look beautiful?
Isn't it beautiful
Begging me to finish what I start
Begging me to finish what I start

 

[Angeline]

Black Eyed Suzie
Cheri Knight

Under the ice and under the snow
In these fields where you used to grow
Over yonder something's calling my name
In a straight line I rake the rows
Bend way over and I dug your holes
Now I hardly remember the cold in my fingers

I hold you in my muddy hands and dig you with my spade
I've done all a girl can do to get you in the ground again
Now I've got myself a saint, flower and a golden robe
I am faithful but I am stained
Black Eyed Suzie - got me working in the rain

This devotion, it's gonna hurt
One more year with my hands in the dirt
And I'll be running from meadows of blossom with red wings of flame
The weary ones are moving away
Here I sit and here I'll stay
Cause when I see your dark eyes I start to shiver and shake

Hold you in my muddy hands and dig you with my spade
I've done all a girl can do to get you in the ground again
Now I've got myself a saint, flower and a golden robe
I am faithful but I am stained
Black Eyed Suzie - got me working in the rain

In the end I'll have to plough you under
Black Eyed Suzie why?
Oh! Black Eyed Suzie why?
Love to see your upturned face, reaching for the sun
I am faithful but I am stained
Black Eyed Suzie got me working in the rain
Black Eyed Suzie

I'm setting out all the pretty flowers.
I'm setting out all the pretty flowers.

 

[The Poets]

bumping up

 

[Merrymaker]

Southeast City Window
by Hall and Oates

Riding out along the river
stopping by the pines
It's nice for someone speaking, to be heard,
by heart and mind
Lying on the needle floor
the city seems so far
Moving with your eyes and smile,
your words told who you are
Sunday grey, one window brings the morning
and your words, like dawn, have opened up my eyes
I've been on a sleepy ride without much time for thinking
'til I spent one evening by your Southeast City
Window side
Baby hair a blowin'
in the Sunday morning air
Dreaming on another place and time,
wish we were there
In your dreams you're far away
and I'm right behind
You know, it's nice for someone speaking to be heard,
by heart and mind

 

[Tathagata]

Southeast City Window
by Hall and Oates

Riding out along the river
stopping by the pines
It's nice for someone speaking, to be heard,
by heart and mind
Lying on the needle floor
the city seems so far
Moving with your eyes and smile,
your words told who you are
Sunday grey, one window brings the morning
and your words, like dawn, have opened up my eyes
I've been on a sleepy ride without much time for thinking
'til I spent one evening by your Southeast City
Window side
Baby hair a blowin'
in the Sunday morning air
Dreaming on another place and time,
wish we were there
In your dreams you're far away
and I'm right behind
You know, it's nice for someone speaking to be heard,
by heart and mind

It's funny when I first looked at that I thought it said Hall and Oates
hehehe




( as always your lyrics are wonderful)

 

[eagleyez]

Hiya Red-

Sox sure took it in the shorts last night.

Hope you are well.

"We never Talk" uttered in the gayest voice.

 

[Tathagata]

Hiya Red-

Sox sure took it in the shorts last night.

Hope you are well.

"We never Talk" uttered in the gayest voice.

EE my friend
how's things " down east"?

" in the shorts" is a matter of opinion..
Schilling went to 108 pitches , had 4 good innings
Francona left him in 1/2 an inning to long...but next time he'll know better
we hope.

my motto this year is " Who gives a fuck...we won it all last year"

I keep telling myself that anyway

I miss your lovely gay voice
say hello to your meshugena maydala for me

kissy kissy face

 

[eagleyez]

EE my friend
how's things " down east"?

" in the shorts" is a matter of opinion..
Schilling went to 108 pitches , had 4 good innings
Francona left him in 1/2 an inning to long...but next time he'll know better
we hope.

my motto this year is " Who gives a fuck...we won it all last year"

I keep telling myself that anyway

I miss your lovely gay voice
say hello to your meshugena maydala for me

kissy kissy face

will do big boy.

yeah Curt's location was excellent, he just got tired. Im with you. Let the cobbled streets of the Fens run with Guiness and Yankee blood all fuckin year.

My best, as always!!

t.

 

[eagleyez]

An anniversary of sorts

John and the Plastic Ono Band

His Guitar Melts the wallpaper off a stranger's room

2 years out...


Here in some stranger's room,
Late in the afternoon,
What am I doing here at all?
Ain't no doubt about it,
I'm losing you,

Somehow the wires have crossed,
Communication's lost,
Can't even get you on the telephone,
Just got to shout about it,
I'm losing you,

Here in the valley of indecision,
I don't know what to do,
I feel you sliping away,
I feel you sliping away,
I'm losing you,
I'm losing you,

You say your not getting enough,
But I remind you of all that bad stuff,
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
Just put a bandaid on it?
And stop the bleeding now,
Stop the bleeding now,

I know I hurt you then,
But that was way back when,
And well, do you still have to carry that cross?
Don't want to hear about it,
I'm losing you,
I'm losing you.

 

[Angeline]

Even more now

America
Paul Simon

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

Cathy, I said, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
And I've come to look for America

Laughin' on the bus, playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gaberdine suit was a spy
I said be careful, his bowtie is really a camera

Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

Cathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They've all come to look for America, all come to look for America

Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They've all come to look for America, all come to look for America
All come to look for America

 

[sandj]

"Lion's Mane" by Iron and Wine


Run like a race for family
like you hear when you're alone,
the rusty gears of morning
and the faceless busy phones.
We'd gladly run in circles,
but the shape we meant to make
is gone.

Love is a tired symphony
you hum when you're awake.
Love is a crying baby
mama warned you not to shake.
Love is the best sensation
hiding in the lion's mane.

So I'll clear the road, the gravel,
and the thornbush from your path
that burns the scented oil
that I drip into your bath
The water's there to warm you
and the world is warmer when
you laugh

Love is the scene I render
when you catch me wide awake
Love is a dream you enter
though I shake and shake and shake you
Love is the best endeavor
waiting in the lion's mane.

 

[Angeline]

You Go To My Head
(I'm not sure who wrote it but everyone from Sachmo to Lady Day to you name it has done it--I like Louis Armstrong's version best)

You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two

The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea
Cast a spell over me
Still I say to myself get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be

You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head

The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea
Cast a spell over me
Still I say to myself get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be

You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head

 

[Angeline]

Sweet Side
Lucinda Williams

You run yourself ragged tryin' to be strong
You feel bad when you done nothin' wrong

Love got all confused with anger and pride
So much abuse on such a little child

Someone you trusted told you to shut up
Now there's a pain in your gut that you can't get rid of

No one heard your screams when you were nine
When bad dreams filled your summertime

So you don't always show your sweet side

You're tough as steel and you keep your chin up
You don't ever feel like you're good enough

You've had the blues ever since you were six
Your little tennis shoes and your pick-up sticks

You were screamed at and kicked over and over
Now you always feel sick and you can't keep a lover

Every Christmas there were presents to unwrap
But the things you witnessed when you were five and a half

So you don't always show your sweet side

Someone deserted you, the damage is done
Now you don't deserve to be loved by no one

Hands that would feed you when you were two
Were the same hands that beat you black and blue

You get defensive at every turn
You're overly sensitive and overly concerned

Few precious memories no lullabies
Hollowed out centuries of lies

So you don't always show your sweet side ...

I've seen you in the kitchen cookin' me supper
I listened to you bitchin' I watched you suffer

I still love you baby 'cause I know you
Don't mean to do the cruel things you do

I've seen you sewin' buttons on your shirt
I've seen you throwin' up when your stomach hurt

I'll stick by you baby through thick and thin
No matter what kind of shape you're in

'Cause I've seen your sweet side

 

[annaswirls]

one of my favorites -- I think I may have posted it last year this time! I know I have posted the same songs here myselves, it just goes to show that there are classics that poets share, these pure poetry lyrics, thanks Ange, I loved reading this today.


I CRY EVERY TIME I HEAR (or read) THIS SONG


~J

America
Paul Simon

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

Cathy, I said, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
And I've come to look for America

Laughin' on the bus, playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gaberdine suit was a spy
I said be careful, his bowtie is really a camera

Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

Cathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They've all come to look for America, all come to look for America

Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They've all come to look for America, all come to look for America
All come to look for America

 

[annaswirls]

This IS an intense poem, something that if you do not share the feeling might be very offensive, but if you do it is a relief that someone has put it so succinctly into words.

One of my students had this written on her notebook, and my Principal called me into the office because he was so disturbed... (mostly because it was an 8th grade girl I would imagine) I had to tell him it was lyrics to a song, dont worry she did not make it up He was nauseated and pale. Probably exposing his own fear of looking so closely into a buried mirror.

who knows


~J

Throughout all my years of DJ'ing, and my exposure to all that drum and bass, and through many indepth interviews with people, questions that reach to the heart etc. from spending hours with freaks, and minutes with geeks... one song to describe sex has always been mentioned. Closer by Nine Inch Nails... I apologise if this is offensive to some, but the proliferation of this title within my life means it deserves a place.... and any musician that can hear the duck fart bass just has t love it...

Closer... NIN........

you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god

you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god

through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive


Which reminds me... NIN are doing a European tour this Summer, and they are playing one gig in Scotland, in the Barrows, August or September time. Im looking forward to it... if anyone else is, please give me a shout.

 

[annaswirls]

I posted this one a year ago, I have to put it down again, it is springtime and I think I will always hear this song in springtime remembering the waiting for the worst possible news to come as I knew it would

3. In Liverpool: Suzanne Vega


In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and thin
Like you
No sound, down
In this part of town
Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

Homesick for a clock
That told the same time
sometimes you made no sense to me
if you lie on the ground
in somebody's arms
you'll probably swallow some of their history

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

 

[Reltne]

You’re Probably Wondering Why I’m Here

You’re probably wondering
Why I’m here
And so am i
So am i
Just as much as you wonder
’bout me bein’ in this place
Yeah!
That’s just how much I marvel
At the lameness on your face
You rise each day the same old way
And join your friends out on the street
Spray your hair
And think you’re neat
I think your life is incomplete
But maybe that’s not for me to say
They only pay me here to play

I wanna hear caravan with a drum solo

You’re probably wondering
Why I’m here
And so am i
So am i

Just as much as you wonder
’bout me starin’ back at you
Yeah!
That’s just how much I question
The corny things you do

You paint your face and then you chase
To meet the gang where the action is
Stomp all night
And drink your fizz
Roll your car and say gee whiz!
You tore a big hole in your convertible top
What will you tell your mom and pop?

Mam, I tore a big hole in the convertible

You’re probably wondering
Why I’m here
And so am i
So am i

Just as much as you wonder
If I mean just what I say
Yeah!
That’s just how much I question
The social games you play

You told your mom you’re stoked on tom
And went for a cruise in freddie’s car
Tommy’s asking
Where you are
You boogied all night in a cheesy bar
Plastic boots and plastic hat
And you think you know where it’s at?
Yeah!

You’re probably wondering
Why I’m here
(not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya)

~ F. Zappa ~

 

[Fflow]

Zappa Dappa Do!

This song is, by far, my favorite by Maestro Frank. I know it from Tinseltown Rebellion.

The Blue Light
by Frank Zappa

Your ethos
Your pathos
Your Porthos
Your Aramis
Your Brut Cologne
You're writing home
You are hopeless
Your hopelessness
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the day time
Hey buddy, you need a hobby
You are tired of moving forward
You think of the future
And secretly you piddle your pants
The puddle of piddle
Which used to be little
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the night time

Oh well, you travel to bars
You also go to Winchell's Doughnuts
And hang out with the Highway Patrol
Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place
You go to Shakey's to get that
American kind of pizza
That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow
Kind of cheese on the top...
Maybe you'll go to Straw Hat Pizza,
To get all those artificial ingredients
That never belonged on a pizza in the first place
(But the white people really like it...)
Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything
Oh you'll give me your underpants
(I hope these aren't yours, buddy...)
They're very nice, though
You go to Santa Monica Boulevard,
You go to the Blue Parrot
No problem, you'll go anyplace
You'll do anything
Just so you can hang out with the others
The Others just like you
Afraid of the future
(Death Valley Days straight ahead)
The future is scary
(Yes it sure is)
Well, the puddle is rising
It smells like the ocean
A body of water to isolate England
And also Reseda
The oil in patches
All over Atlantis, Atlantis
You remember Atlantis
Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat
Used to sing to you about Atlantis
You loved it, you were so involved then
That's back in the days when you used to
Smoke a banana
You would scrape the stuff off the middle
You would bake it
You would smoke it
You even thought you was getting ripped from it
No problem
Woop! Atlantis, they could really get down there
The plankton, the krill
The giant underwater pyramid, the squid decor
Excuse me, Todd
The big ol' giant underwater door
The dome, the bubbles, the blue light
Light, light, light, light
Light, light, light, light
Blue light blue light
The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins
Your ethos, your Porthos,
Your flag pole, your port hole
Your language
You're frightened
The future
Your lang...
You can't even speak your own fucking language
You can't read it anymore
You can't write it anymore
Your language
The future of your language
Your meat loaf
Don't let your meat loaf
Heh, heh, heh
Your Micro-Nanette
Heh
Your Brut
Cologne

 

[tungtied2u]

All the Best -John Prine

I wish you love - and happiness
I guess I wish - you all the best
I wish you don't - do likle I do
And never fall in love with someone like you
Cause if you feel - just like I did
You'd probably walk around the block like a little kid
But kids don't know - they can only guess
How hard it is - to wish you happiness

I guess that love - is like a Christmas card
You decorate a tree - throw it in the yard
It decays and dies - and the snowmen melt
Well, I once knew love I knew how love felt
Yeah I knew love - love knew me
And when I walked - love walked with me
And I got no hate - and I got no pride
Well, I got so much love that I cannot hide
Yeah, I got so much love that I cannot hide

Say you drive a Chevy - Say you drive a Ford
Say you drive around the town 'till you just get bored
Then you change you mind - for something else to do
And you heart gets bored with your mind and it changes you
Well it's a doggone shame - and it's an awful mess
I wish you love - I wish you happiness
I wish you love - I wish you happiness
I guess I wish - you all the best

 

[tungtied2u]

Fixing a Hole- The Beatles

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where will it go

I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where will it go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door.

I'm painting my room in the colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go.

And it really doesn't matter if
I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door.

I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go.

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.