Poetry and Lyrics

[Tathagata]

Reason To Believe
Rod Stewart


If I listen long enough to you,
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true.
Knowing, that you lied, straight-faced,
While I cried.
Still I look to find a reason to believe.

Someone like you makes it hard
To live without somebody else.
Someone like you makes it easy to give
In everything about myself.

If I gave you time to change my mind,
I'd find a way just to leave the past behind.
Knowing, that you lied, straight-faced,
While I cried.
Still I look to find a reason to believe

 

[Angeline]

Reason To Believe
Rod Stewart


If I listen long enough to you,
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true.
Knowing, that you lied, straight-faced,
While I cried.
Still I look to find a reason to believe.

Someone like you makes it hard
To live without somebody else.
Someone like you makes it easy to give
In everything about myself.

If I gave you time to change my mind,
I'd find a way just to leave the past behind.
Knowing, that you lied, straight-faced,
While I cried.
Still I look to find a reason to believe

One of my favorite songs ever. It was written, I think, by Ian and Sylvia, but my favorite of its many covers is by Jesse Colin Young.

Namaste'

 

[Tathagata]

One of my favorite songs ever. It was written, I think, by Ian and Sylvia, but my favorite of its many covers is by Jesse Colin Young.

Namaste'

heard a version this morning by Tim Hardin.
it was just subtle and poignant enough to hammer nails in my chest
lol


namaste' mishpacha

 

[TheRainMan]

It was written, I think, by Ian and Sylvia....

Tim Hardin.

... and good morning, you two in New England.

 

[Tathagata]

Tim Hardin.

... and good morning, you two in New England.

Good Morning Pat


I had never heard his version before.
Purty damn good

 

[TheRainMan]

Good Morning Pat


I had never heard his version before.
Purty damn good

better than anyone else's, i think . . . it's usually that way with the original.

Red Sox in camp soon . . . Johnny Damon cut his hair and whiskers . . . change comes always, good friend.

 

[Maria2394]

Nick Cave- where the wild roses grow

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
[Chorus]
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
[Chorus]
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
~~~~

I asked my daughter for some new music, something she thought I might like, and her boyfriend burned a CD of NIck Cave for me. I always knew I liked some of his music, but this CD just blew me away, especially a song titled Tupelo, which I cannot find the lyrics to, yet. Its about killers, isnt that bizarre? but some beautiful yet scary, ass kickin' music,I will wear that cd out, I know.

 

[Tathagata]

better than anyone else's, i think . . . it's usually that way with the original.

Red Sox in camp soon . . . Johnny Damon cut his hair and whiskers . . . change comes always, good friend.

sometimes the original is the best, and sometimes it's just the first version you hear that stays with you.

I was never a huge fan of Rods " voice" I may have to download both Hardin's and Jesse's versions this weekend.


so Damon looks like Dash Riprock and we have a breakfast cereal in center field.

there is Nothing but change
accepting it is the bitch

 

[Angeline]

sometimes the original is the best, and sometimes it's just the first version you hear that stays with you.

I was never a huge fan of Rods " voice" I may have to download both Hardin's and Jesse's versions this weekend.


so Damon looks like Dash Riprock and we have a breakfast cereal in center field.

there is Nothing but change
accepting it is the bitch

Manny's still my man.

(That's right! Tim Hardin wrote it. How can anyone forget a Tim!)

 

[Angeline]

Tim Hardin.

... and good morning, you two in New England.

Mornin P. Tim Hardin! Well, I hadn't had my coffee yet. I still look like this

x-x
_.
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[Tathagata]

Manny's still my man.

(That's right! Tim Hardin wrote it. How can anyone forget a Tim!)

a hard tim at that

Manny
heh
he'll show up late, demand to be traded, hit 50 home runs, demand to be traded, have 120 rbi's, demand to be traded, disappear inside the green monster, claims he loves boston, manny being manny day, demand to be traded, be the world series MVP, demand to be traded.

the press will be spastic and the fans won't care

 

[Angeline]

a hard tim at that

Manny
heh
he'll show up late, demand to be traded, hit 50 home runs, demand to be traded, have 120 rbi's, demand to be traded, disappear inside the green monster, claims he loves boston, manny being manny day, demand to be traded, be the world series MVP, demand to be traded.

the press will be spastic and the fans won't care

i don't care. he's hawt.

 

[TheRainMan]

i don't care. he's hawt.

ever notice that, if you relax and let go of a bushelful of inhibitions, sometimes Manny looks sorta like Buddha . . .

a little.

 

[Angeline]

ever notice that, if you relax and let go of a bushelful of inhibitions, sometimes Manny looks sorta like Buddha . . .

a little.

Buddha's hawt, too. And cool.

 

[Tathagata]

Buddha's hawt, too. And cool.

only in america would you see the phrase " Buddha's hawt"

 

[clutching_calliope]

Canadian Kim Stockwood

.....

 

[Angeline]

For my boy

Sweet Baby James

There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range.
His horse and his cattle are his only companions;
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons,
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change

And as the moon rises, he sits by his fire,
Thinking about women and glasses of beer;
And closing his eyes as the dogies retire,
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear—
As if maybe someone could hear.

Goodnight, you moonlight ladies;
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose;
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James.

Now the first of December was covered with snow,
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting,
With ten miles behind me
And ten thousand more to go

There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
A song that they sing when they take to the sea,
A song that they sing of their home in the sky—
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep,
But singing works just fine for me

So, goodnight, you moonlight ladies;
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose;
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James.

 

[tungtied2u]

Rickie Lee Jones

Coolsville
(Rickie Lee Jones)

I and Braggar, and Junior Lee,
well that's the way we always thought it would be
In the Winston lips of September, how we met
Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's bet

Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was Coolsville

Well you stick it here;
you stick it over there;
it never fits

And now the hungry night wants more and more
and you're chippyin' your little kiss.
I jumped all his jokers,
but he trumped all my tricks

But I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to stick it into Coolsville.....
and stick it into Coolsville...
Ooh, Daddy, stick it into Coolsville

So now it's J and B, and me,
That sounds close,
but it ain't the same
but that's okay
Hot City don't hurt that much
When everything feels the same
Well the real thing come and the real thing go...
Well the Real Thing is Back in Town...
Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville....
I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville?
Then come on, I'll take you back...to Coolsville

 

[tungtied2u]

And one more-

Stewart's Coat
(Rickie Lee jones)

Hold me love
I can't sleep again
I have to kiss your lips
I wanna lay here next to him

I remember
walking in the rain
rain was falling on my hands
I don't wanna live through that again

Outside
it hardly gets dark now
lovers walking in the park now
children singing songs of when
they'll make all their dreams come true
I'm in love with you

It only takes love
love is a healing thing
when you give everything
you love in the world
the world gives you love
to hold on to

remember who
when summer
is over

Somewhere
older there
remember

Just give me many chances
I'll see you through it all
just give me time to learn to crawl

In September
when the rain comes
and the wind blows
I would see you walking
in your coat

And if you'll let me
I will keep you here
inside the stars
I will love the sound of my sheets
since you have moved beneath them

Just give me many chances
I'll see you through it all
just give me time to learn to crawl

 

[Stella_Omega]

Did anyone post this one?

Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today,
We're born again, there's new grass on the field!
Roundin' third, and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome man
Anyone can understand the way I feel

Oh, put me in, coach - I'm ready to play today.
Put me in, coach - I'm ready to play today,
Look at me, I can be center field.

Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine, watchin' it from the bench,
You know I took some lumps when the Mighty Casey struck out.
So Say Hey Willie, tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio;
Don't say it ain't so, you know the time is now.

Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes,
You know I think it's time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all - a moment in the sun,
It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!

 

[interracial_sex]

John Hiatt-Child of the Wild Blue Yonder

She has the wind as a witness

She has feelings that fly by night

She believes in forgiveness

But it's not love if it holds too tight



And you can fly beside her

But you gotta go where your heart says go

She lets the bright lights guide her

Through the rain and the drivin' snow

Where she comes from she don't know



CHORUS:

She's a child of the wild blue yonder

Flying out of here

She's a child of the wild blue yonder

Born in an angel's tear



If you see her falling

That's just a little trick she does

She makes a dive for the pain that's calling

Then heads for the clouds like a little dove



She can't help her laughing

She can't stop your crying days

Sometimes it hurts to be having

To hold on a love that surely must fly away



REPEAT CHORUS



Medicine woman raised her

Spirit father praised her

Through their love she was set free

From a baby kicking and screaming

To a full blood woman dreaming

With the power just to be


REPEAT CHORUS TWICE


Jimmy Buffett-Love in the Library

On the corner of Government and Bay Avenue
The old doomsday fanatic wore a crown of kudzu
Sirens were wailing in the Gulf Coastal heat
And it seemed like the whole world was in forced retreat

Paid no attention, revolved through the door
Past the newspaper racks on the worn marble floor
Near Civil War history my heart skipped a beat
She was standing in fiction stretched high on bare feet

Chorus:
Love in the library
Quiet and cool
Love in the library
There are no rules
Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time

I was the pirate, she was the queen
Sir Francis and Elizabeth, the best there's ever been
Then she strolled past my table and stopped at the stairs
Then sent me a smile as she reached for Flaubert

Chorus:
Love in the library
Quiet and cool
Love in the library
There are no rules
Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time

She gathered her books, walked while she read
Words never spoken, but so much was said
You can read all you want into this rendezvous
But it's safer than most things that lovers can do

Well stories have endings, fantasies fade
And the guard by the door starts drawing the shade
So write your own ending and hope it comes true
For the lovers and strangers on Bay Avenue

Chorus:
Love in the library
Quiet and cool
Love in the library
There are no rules
Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time

Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time

 

[eagleyez]

From the Basement Tapes

Well you can tell ev'rybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em
Tiny Montgomery says hello

Now ev'ry boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause Tiny Montgomery's
Gonna shake that thing
Tell ev'rybody
Down in ol' Frisco
That Tiny Montgomery's comin'
Down to say hello

Skinny Moo and
Half-track Frank
They're gonna both be gettin'
Outa the tank
One bird book
And a buzzard and a crow
Tell 'em all
That Tiny's gonna say hello

Scratch your dad
Do that bird
Suck that pig
And bring it on home
Pick that drip
And bake that dough
Tell 'em all
That Tiny says hello

Now he's king of the drunks
An' he squeezes, too
Watch out, Lester
Take it, Lou
Join the monks
The C.I.O.
Tell 'em all
That Tiny Montgomery says hello

Now grease that pig
And sing praise
Go on out
And gas that dog
Trick on in
Honk that stink
Take it on down
And watch it grow
Play it low
And pick it up
Take it on in
In a plucking cup
Three-legged man
And a hot-lipped hoe
Tell 'em all
Montgomery says hello

Well you can tell ev'rybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em all
Montgomery says hello

 

[DeepAsleep]

'Coming Up'
Ani Difranco

our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th floor suite
and swivels to gaze down
at the city he made me in
he allows me to stand and
sollicit graffiti until
he needs the land I stand on
I in my darkened threshold
am pawing through my pockets
the receipts, the bus schedules
the matchbook phone numbers
the urgent napkin poems
all of which laundering has rendered
pulpy and strange
loose change and a key
ask me
go ahead, ask me if I care
I got the answer here
I wrote it down somewhere
I just gotta find it
I just gotta find it

somebody and their spraypaint got too close
somebody came on too heavy
now look at me made ugly
by the drooling letters
I was better off alone
ain't that the way it is
they don't know the first thing
but you don't know that
until they take the first swing
my fingers are red and swollen from the cold
I'm getting bold in my old age
so go ahead, try the door
it doesn't matter anymore
I know the weakhearted are strongwilled
and we are being kept alive
until we're killed
he's up there the ice
is clinking in his glass
I don't ask
I just empty my pockets and wait
it's not fate
it's just circumstance
I don't fool myself with romance
I just live
phone number to phone number
dusting them against my thighs
in the warmth of my pockets
which whisper history incessantly
asking me
where were you

I lower my eyes
wishing I could cry more
and care less,
yes it's true,
I was trying to love someone again,
I was caught caring,
bearing weight

but I love this city, this state
this country is too large
and whoever's in charge up there
had better take the elevator down
and put more than change in our cup
or else we
are coming
up

 

[Guest]

"The Painter"

The painter stood
Before her work
She looked around every where
She saw the pictures and she painted them
She picked the colors from the air

Green to green
Red to red
Yellow to yellow
In the light
Black to black
When the evening comes
Blue to blue
In the night

It's a long road
Behind me
It's a long road
Ahead

If you follow every dream
You might get lost
If you follow every dream
You might
Get
Lost.

She towed the line
She held her end up
She did the work of too many
But in the end
She fell down
Before she got up again

I keep my friends eternally
We leave our tracks in the sound
Some of them are with me now
Some of them can't be found

It's a long road behind me
And I miss you now

If you follow every dream
You might get lost
If you follow every dream
You might
Get
Lost.

Neil Young​

 

[clutching_calliope]

Fireworks - Tragically Hip

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