Poetry and Lyrics

[Angeline]

4TH OF JULY, ASBURY PARK (SANDY)
Bruce Springsteen

Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July
Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp
And the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York girls

Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey Sandy girl

Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off

Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy

Sandy, the angels have lost our desire for us
I spoke to them just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go
And you can see them dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo
Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this scene too

Sandy the aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever

 

[Jennifer C]

Poem ~ Freedom Is Not Free

By Cheryl Berger.

Why do we call it freedom
When freedom is not free.
The cost was blood and sweat
And tears that bought our liberty.

Look beyond our nation's banner
Waving proudly in the breeze
Across the plains and mountains
Thru the valleys, o'er the seas.

And see a people of variety
Living side by side
In God we trust, our motto
Just laws our leaders' guide.

Yet some still take for granted
They neglect to understand
How great a sacrifice was made
To dwell in this free land.

For many left their loved ones
Their friends, their families
Standing true to oaths once taken
To defend our liberties.

Holding fast they fought for freedom
Both at home and then abroad
Spilling blood upon the waters
O'er the ground on which they trod.

Wounded from the many battles
In mire and blood their bodies lay
The dead with mouths wide open
Forming words they'd never say.

Seeing eyes no longer seeing
Gearing ears no longer hear
Hearts once beating stilled and quiet
Loved ones close no longer near.

And though their hopes and dreams were shattered
Let their deaths not be in vain
We must keep forever burning
Freedom's torch, the victor's flame.

For they died for you, America
Your freedom was not free
For t'was their blood and sweat and tears
That bought your liberty.

So when you speak again of freedom
May your hearts be filled with pride
And your gratitude for those
Who for your freedom fought and died.

 

[annaswirls]

7. Come Back from San Francisco ~Magnetic Fields


Come back from San Francisco
It can't be all that pretty
when all of New York City misses you
Should pretty boys in discos
distract you from your novel
remember I'm awful in love with you

You need me like the wind
needs the trees to blow in
Like the moon needs poetry
you need me

Come back from San Francisco
and kiss me, I've quit smoking
I miss doing the wild thing with you
Will you stay, I don't think so
but all I do is worry
Pack bags, call cabs and hurry
home to me


When you betray me
betray me with a kiss
Damn you
I've never stayed up as late as this

 

[Angeline]

Smile
Laura Nyro

winter
turn on the night
turn on your love light
I'm a non-believer
but I believe
in your smile

well I'm gonna talk to you baby
on brandy-wine
mars in the stars
mars is arisin
mars in the stars mars is arisin
and I feel like I'm way in a deep dream baby
feel like I'm way in a deep dream

yes
lovers
light in the inn
what are they thinking?
patterns falling
down the sky
and the fire
and the kiss
of the cunt tree night
your tender strong freaky love
strangers and mountains
and blurred in a snow flight

mars in the stars
mars is arisin
the world's insane
the paper's gone mad
but our love is a peace vibe
yes

 

[Jennifer C]

I think this song is beautiful

Sarah McLachlan - In The Arms Of An Angel Lyrics

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you
fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you
fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

 

[Trent_Dutch]

Saul Williams has always been a favourite of mine.... I got tickets to go see him live in a month or so.

This one starts off a little brashly, but with some excellent wording and exposition (anyone else own a Pop-Swatch in the 80's?). The second half is just dreamy though. Don't try to read it slowly, just read it slightly under your breath, with a constant tempo....... Feel how the words slip and pull at each other, falling together so fluidly.

Saul Williams, "1987".

Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
With the skyline on it with the box link chain
I'm wearing my frames
They match my gear with their tint
And you know Lagerfields is the scent

Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop
Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play
"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day
Now there's a nigga on the block, never seen him before
Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law
But why on earth would this be on their agenda?
As he slowly approaches the window..

"Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more
I was the one bearing the pitcher of water
I rent the large upper room
Furnished with tidings of your doom
Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree."
Yo Ralph is he talking to me?
"No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected
I'm the solstice of the day
I bring news from the blues of the Caspian"
My man laughs, he's one them crazy mother****ers
Turn the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double'
"Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea
And sound waves as I will
Will you allow me to be at your service?"
My man Ralph is nervous. He believes
That this strange tounge deceives
And maybe he's been informed that
He's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats
Come on Jack, we don't have time
For your bull**** or playin
A'salaam a something' or another
"Wait isn't Juanita your mother?
I told you I know you, now grant me a moment"

At the gates of Atlantis we stand
Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands
on the plow till earth
till I'm now
Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun
Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run
And they run towards the light casting love on the winds
As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women
Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning
But I'm a pupil of his sight
The wheels are spinning
Yo I'll see ya'll later on tonight

In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains
Of a parched Somali village
Red dusted children danced shadows
In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face
Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega
Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry

Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs
He was not honest
She was not sure
A great grandmother
Had sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's
Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her name
Which had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams
And later doubting them
But
The night was young
She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled
Took mystery as her lover
And raised light as her child

Man that **** was wild you should have seen how they ran
She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand
Tupac in lotus form
Ennis'[?] blood on his hands
She woke up on a vessel
The land behind her
The sun within her
Water beneath her
Mushed corn for dinner
Or was it breakfast
Her stomach turned as if a compass
She prayed towards east and lay there breathless
They threw her overboard for dead
She swam silently and fled
Into the blue sea
La soh fa mi, re do, si
The seventh octave
I don't mean to confuse you
Many of us have been taught to sing
And so we practice scales
Many of us were born singing
And thus were born with scales
Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands
Sang a nightsong by the forest
And the ocean was the chorus
In Atlantis where they sang
Those thrown overboard had overheard
The mystery of the undertow
And understood that down below
There would be no more chains
They surrendered breath and name
And survived countless as rain
I'm the weather man
The clouds say storm is coming
A white buffalo was born
Already running
And if you listen very close
You'll hear a humming
Beneath the surface of our purpose lies
Rumors of ancient man
Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky
The moon's my mammy
The storm holds my eye
Dressed in westerlies [?]
Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name
And the reason you were born
Is the reason
That I came

Then she looks me in the face
And her eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends, hearts rate increase
Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rates descends hearts rate increase
It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body
I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party
We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the mic
Ignore the feminine side - we rock the mic

I presented my feminine side with flowers
She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat
And these tulips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes

 

[Jennifer C]

GreenDay

"Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)"

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

 

[Trent_Dutch]

4TH OF JULY, ASBURY PARK (SANDY)
Bruce Springsteen

I can't quite explain it... but I FUCKING love Bruce Springsteen... ever since I picked up " The Good, the Bad and the E-street shuffle", I have been hooked. I'm only quoting Rosalita, because its what I'm listening to right now.... Different time of the night and it would be "Sherry Darling" or "The River"... catch me earlier in the night and it would be "Thunder Road"/"Born to Run"/"Jungle Lands".... The mans a god darn Genius....


Rosalita.

Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway
run
You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to
be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little
girl's tongue and Rosie you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his
attitude on all the catsPapa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'cause you know we ain't gonna comeI ain't here on business
I'm only here for funCHORUS:Rosalita jump a little lighter
Senorita come sit by my fireI just want to be your lover ain't
no liar
Rosalita you're my stone desire
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be
there
Ah Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy they'll be comin' up for air
We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool
Stay out all night it's gonna feel all right
Rosie come out tonight Rosie come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers winners use the door(CHORUS)
Now I know your mama she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock
and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did
understand
Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your roomI'm comin' to
lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine
romance
Because a record company Rosie just gave me big bucks
My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had
mercy
My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the
swamps of Jersey
Hold on tight stay up all night 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on
strong
By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San
Diego way
There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'

 

[Angeline]

I can't quite explain it... but I FUCKING love Bruce Springsteen... ever since I picked up " The Good, the Bad and the E-street shuffle", I have been hooked. I'm only quoting Rosalita, because its what I'm listening to right now.... Different time of the night and it would be "Sherry Darling" or "The River"... catch me earlier in the night and it would be "Thunder Road"/"Born to Run"/"Jungle Lands".... The mans a god darn Genius....


Rosalita.

<snip>

I love Bruce. Listening to him, especially the early stuff, feels like home to me. I've seen him live more than anyone else--like 7 or 8 times in venues from the Rutgers Student Union to huge concert places, like the Spectrum in Philly.

He has always been profound, imo, but earlier he was more urban oriented. Now he seems more American roots, Dylanesque or like Woody Guthrie even.

I think this lyric from the new cd, Devils and Dust, is brilliant.

RENO
Bruce Springsteen

She took off her stockings, I held them to my face.
She had your ankles, I felt filled with grace.
"Two hundred dollars straight in,
Two-fifty up the ass," she smiled and said.
She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair,
And sat in front of me on the bed.
She said, "Honey how's that feel, do you want me to go slow?"
My eyes drifted out the window, down to the road below.

I felt my stomach tighten. The sun bloodied the sky
And sliced through the hotel blinds. I closed my eyes.
Sunlight on the Amatitlan, sunlight streaming thru your hair.
In the Valle de dos Rios, smell of mock orange filled the air.
We rode with the vaqueros, down into cool rivers of green.
I was sure the work and that smile coming out 'neath your hat
Was all I'd ever need.
Somehow all you ever need's, never really quite enough you know.
You and I, Maria, we learned it's so.

She slipped me out of her mouth, "You're ready," she said.
She took off her bra and panties, wet her finger, slipped it inside her,
And crawled over me on the bed.
She poured me another whisky,
Said, "Here's to the best you ever had."
We laughed and made a toast.
It wasn't the best I ever had,
Not even close.

 

[Tathagata]

Teenage Wildlife - David Bowie

( I've probably posted it before...but I just heard it again)



Well, how come you only want tomorrow
With its promise of something hard to do
A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold
Blue skies above and sun on your arms strength your stride
And hope in those squeaky clean eyes
You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire - I guess the season is on

So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all used up
Break open your million dollar weapon
And push your luck, still you push, still you push your
luck
A broken nosed mogul are you
One of the new wave boys

Same old thing in brand new drag
Comes sweeping into view, oh ho ho ho ho ho
As ugly as a teenage millionaire
Pretending it's a whizz kid world
You'll take me aside, and say
"Well, David, what shall I do?
They wait for me in the hallway"
I'll say "Don't ask me, I don't know any hallways"
But they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner
I feel like a group of one, no-no
They can't do this to me
I'm not some piece of teenage wildlife

Those midwives to history put on their bloody robes
The word is that the hunted one is out there on his own
And you're alone for maybe the last time
And you breathe for a long time
Then you howl like a wolf in a trap
And you daren't look behind

You fall to the ground like a leaf from the tree
And look up one time at that vast blue sky
Scream out aloud as they shoot you down
No no, I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife
I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife

And no one will have seen and no one will confess
The fingerprints will prove that you coudn't pass the test
There'll be others on the line filing past, who'll whisper low
I miss you he really had to go
Well each to his own, he was
Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh oh oh oh oh
Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh oh oh oh oh
Another piece of teenage wild...
Wild
Wild
Wild

 

[Angeline]

I'm not sure why Tath

but your Bowie lyric made this song immediately pop into my head.

The Boxer
Simon and Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises, all lies and jest,
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I's no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared, laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places only they would know.

Li la li...

Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

Li la li...

And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
goin' home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me,
goin' home.

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains.

 

[Angeline]

Darn You, Trent Dutch

I'm listening to the boss, on a total Springsteen kick now. This is your fault.

I love this one. Have you ever read a better lyric on being a teenager?

It makes me think of my son.

GROWIN' UP

I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood up.
Ooh-ooh growin' up

The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing,
I pushed B-52 and bombed `em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing,
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up
Ooh-ooh growin' up

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath.
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up
Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh growin' up

 

[Rybka]

Let’s Make the Water Turn Black

Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It’s about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn’t know
Early in the morning daddy dinky went to work
Selling lamps & chairs to san ber’dino squares
And I still remember mama with her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at ed’s cafe!

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
(ronnie helping kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
Kenny’s little creatures on display!

Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(a marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
Let’s make the water turn black

We see them after school in a world of their own
(to some it might seem creepy what they do. . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you’d do the same if they was you)

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
(ronnie helping kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
Kenny’s little creatures on display!

Ronnie’s in the army now & kenny’s taking pills
Oh! how they yearn to see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
(wait till the fire turns green. . .
Wait till the fire turns green)
Wait till the fire turns green

 

[Angeline]

Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It’s about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn’t know
Early in the morning daddy dinky went to work
Selling lamps & chairs to san ber’dino squares
And I still remember mama with her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at ed’s cafe!

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
(ronnie helping kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
Kenny’s little creatures on display!

Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(a marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
Let’s make the water turn black

We see them after school in a world of their own
(to some it might seem creepy what they do. . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you’d do the same if they was you)

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
(ronnie helping kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
Kenny’s little creatures on display!

Ronnie’s in the army now & kenny’s taking pills
Oh! how they yearn to see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
(wait till the fire turns green. . .
Wait till the fire turns green)
Wait till the fire turns green

Well I still like the Bruce best, but who is this? I know I'll feel dumb when you tell me. Is it Zappa?

 

[Rybka]

Well I still like the Bruce best, but who is this? I know I'll feel dumb when you tell me. Is it Zappa?

Yep! It's Frank singing social protest about California and Ronnie. It's amazing he got away in those days with "whissing & pasting & pooting".

 

[RhymeFairy]

Crusin'


An oldie, but the music, is so mellow~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Baby let's cruise, away from here
Don't be confused the way is clear
And if you want it you got it forever
This is not a one night stand
So let the music take your mind
Just release and you will find

You're gonna fly away, glad you'll go my way
Well I love it when we're cruisin together
Music is played for love, cruisin is made for love
Well I love it when we're cruisin together

Baby tonight belongs to us
Everything's right, do what you must
And inch by inch we get closer and closer
Every little part of each other
Yeah baby yeah
So let the music take your mind

Just release and you will find

You're gonna fly away, glad you'll go my way
Well I love it when we're cruisin together
Music is played for love, cruisin is made for love
Well I love it when we're cruisin together yeah

You're gonna fly away, glad you'll go my way
Well I love it when we're cruisin together
Music is played for love, cruisin is made for love
Well I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it
Woah oh yeah

Well I love it when we're cruisin together
Music is played for love, cruisin is made for love
Well I love it when we're cruisin together

 

[dorksicle]

the decemberists - "here i dreamt i was an architect"


and here i dreamt i was a soldier
and i marched the streets of Birkenau
and i recall in spring
the perfume that the air would bring
to the indolent town
where the barkers call the moon down
the carnival was ringing loudly now
and just to lay with you
there's nothing that i wouldn't do
save lay my rifle down

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and i am nothing of a builder
but here i dreamt i was an architect
and i built this balustrade
to keep you home, to keep you safe
from the outside world
but the angles and the corners
even though my work is unparalelled
they never seemed to meet
this structure fell about our feet
and we were free to go

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this way

and here in spain i am a spaniard
i will be buried with my marionettes
countess and courtesan
will fall 'neath my tender hand
when their husbands were not around
but you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
or are you furrowed like a lioness
and we are vagabonds
we travel without seatbelts on
we live this close to death

and try one, and try two
guess it always comes down to
alright, okay, guess it's better to turn this
but i won, so you lose
guess it always comes down to
alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

 

[Guest]

Symphony in Blue

Kate Bush

spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood:
Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth;
The sort of blue between clouds, when the sun comes out,
The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about.

When that feeling of meaninglessness sets in,
Go blowing my mind on God:
The light in the dark, with the neon arms,
The meek He seeks, the beast He calms,
The head of the good soul department.

I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody.
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me,
for now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.

I associate love with red,
The colour of my heart when she's dead;
Red in my mind when the jealousy flies,
Red in my eyes from emotional ties,
Manipulation, the danger signs.

The more I think about sex, the better it gets.
Here we have a purpose in life:
Good for the blood circulation,
Good for releasing the tension,
The root of our reincarnations.

I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody.
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me,
for now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.

I spent a lot of my time looking at blue--
No wonder that I blue it!

 

[eagleyez]

I got my finger on the trigger
But I don't know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home's a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust

I got God on my side
I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
The smell began to rise

We've got God on our side
We're just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Now every woman and every man
They want to take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I've got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain't enough
When I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust

I've got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

 

[eagleyez]

Driver 8 Rem

The walls are built up, stone by stone,
the fields divided one by one.
And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We've been on this shift too long"

And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"

I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm.
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged.
Bells are ringing through the town again,
Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing

And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"

Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself to sleep.
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself, my children to sleep.

He piloted this song in a plane like that one.
She is selling faith on the Go Tell crusade.
Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again.
Field to weed is lookin' thin

And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We've been on this shift too long."
And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"

 

[eagleyez]

I Remember California by REM

I remember redwood trees, bumper cars and wolverines
The ocean's Trident submarines
Lemons, limes and tangerines
I remember this

I remember traffic jams
Motor boys and girls with tans
Nearly was and almost rans
I remember this

History is made
History is made to seem unfair

I recall that you were there
Golden smile and shining hair
I recall it wasn't fair
Recollect it wasn't fair
Remembering it wasn't fair outside

Low ebb, high tide
The lowest ebb and highest tide
A symbol wave I must confide
I guess we took us for a ride
I guess it's just a gesture

I remember this defense
Progress fails pacific sense
All those sweet conspiracies
I remember all these things

I remember traffic jams
Motor boys and girls with tans
Nearly was and almost rans
I remember this...this

Low ebb, high tide
The lowest ebb and highest tide
I guess we took us for a ride
I guess its just a gesture.

At the end of the continent
At the edge of the continent

 

[Angeline]

MEETING ACROSS THE RIVER
Bruce Springsteen

Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks
And tonight can you get us a ride
Gotta make it through the tunnel
Got a meeting with a man on the other side

Hey Eddie, this guy, he's the real thing
So if you want to come along
You gotta promise you won't say anything
Cause this guy don't dance
And the word's been passed this is our last chance

We gotta stay cool tonight, Eddie
Cause man, we got ourselves out on that line
And if we blow this one
They ain't gonna be looking for just me this time

And all we gotta do is hold up our end
Here stuff this in your pocket
It'll look like you're carrying a friend
And remember, just don't smile
Change your shirt, `cause tonight we got style

Well Cherry says she's gonna walk
Cause she found out I took her radio and hocked it
But Eddie, man, she don't understand
That two grand's practically sitting here in my pocket

And tonight's gonna be everything that I said
And when I walk through that door
I'm just gonna throw that money on the bed
She'll see this time I wasn't just talking
Then I'm gonna go out walking

Hey Eddie, can you catch us a ride?

 

[bluerains]

ultravox

Oh Vienna Lyrics - Ultravox


We walked in the cold air.
Freezing breath on a window pane,
Lying and waiting.
The man in the dark in a picture frame,
So mystic and soulful.
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry,
It stays with you until

The feeling has gone only you and I.
It means nothing to me.
This means nothing to me.
Oh,.Vienna

The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings,
The rhythm is calling.
Alone in the night as the daylight brings,
A cool empty silence.
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky,
It fades to the distance.

The image has gone only you and I.
It means nothing to me.
This means nothing to me.
Oh,.Vienna

This means nothing to me.
This means nothing to me.
Oh,.Vienna


this music to this is so delightful...specially the ending...the changes in flow..one of my favorite tunes

 

[Angeline]

I love this lyric

IN FRANCE THEY KISS ON MAIN STREET
Joni Mitchell

Downtown
My darling dimestore thief
In the War of Independence
Rock 'n Roll rang sweet as victory
Under neon signs
A girl was in bloom
And a woman was fading
In a suburban room
I said, "Take me to the dance"
"Do you want to dance?"
"I love to dance"
And I told him, "They don't take chances
They seem so removed from romance"
"They've been broken in churches and schools
And molded to middle class circumstance"
And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling

Downtown
The dance halls and cafes
Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart
Just doing the latest dance craze
Gail and Louise
In those push-up brassieres
Tight dresses and rhinestone rings
Drinking up the band's beers
Young love was kissing under bridges
Kissing in cars, kissing in cafes
And we were walking down Main Street
Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays
"In France they kiss on Main Street"
"Amour, mama, not cheap display"
And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling

Downtown
In the pinball arcade
With his head full of pool hall pitches
And songs from the hit parade
He'd be singing "Bye, Bye, Love"
While he's racking up his free play
Let those rock 'n roll choir boys
Come and carry us away
Sometimes Chickie had the car
Or Ron had a car
Or Lead Foot Melvin with his hot-wire head
We'd all go looking for a party
Looking to raise Jesus up from the dead
And I'd be kissing in the back seat
Thrilling to the Brando-like things that he said
And we'd be rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling

 

[Angeline]

On a lighter note

I'M Cute
Animaniacs

I'm cute, yes it's true
I really can't help it
But what can I do
When you're cute, it just shows
WIth these two darling eyes and a cute little nose
And a pretty pink dress, that's adorable, yes
And when they see my dimples then everyone says

Oh shoot!
Isn't she cute! Cute, cute
Oh isn't she cute, cute, cute

I'm the one they adore
I'm sweet and I'm cuddly
And small just like Dudley but more
It's a chore
To be constantly cute
And enchanting to boot
When my lip's sticking out
In that cute little pout
Then there's just no doubt
Why the guys like to shout

She's a beaut!
Let's face it, I'm cute
Cute, cute
Oh, baby, she's cute, cute, cute

Being cute's a thing I can't hide
If you look up the word in a book
There's my picutre inside!
TV Guide
Has me on the cover
Don' cha just love her?
I'm simply a goddess
And isn't she modest?
I'm the answer to one of the questions on Trivial Pursuit
For "Who's the most cute?"

Cute, Cute
Oh isn't she cute, cute, cute
I'm cute and I'm sweet
And I'm innocent, neat
And so trusting
If you want our opinon this song is becoming disgusting

I'm cute
So what!
I never am vain
She's becoming a pain in the ..
But I'm also real nice
I'm a doll through and through
So big whop-de-do
I'm sweet and adoring
And also real boring
And that's why we're snoring at you

That's it! You've ruined my entire cute song!
I am angry! I am furious! I am enraged!
I've had it!

You're awfully cute when you're angry...

You really think so?

A babba dabba dooba do wah!
She's cute!