Poetry and Lyrics

[Man Ray]

...and you have to admire anyone who writes a song entitled `S&M!! hehe

S&M

by Dean Friedman

Well, I was struttin' by a hootchie bar on Jane St.
Trying hard to dodge the doodoo in my path
When I heard footsteps behind me in the same beat
And some joker went and grabbed my ass

I spun around and said, "Now, listen, you may be a charmin' fella
But you're just cruisin' for a bruisin' just the same.
And then I hit him on the head with my umbrella,
But instead of saying 'ouch', he just smiled in pain. He said,

"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
First let me thank you for letting me spank you
My credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism."

I said, "Now listen, honey, you must be mistaken,
I mean I'm sure I never saw your face before.
And besides this blushing bride's already taken."
But he got down on his knees and he begged for more. He said,

"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
We'll commit nameless sins. You can stick me with pins.
You can desert me, but not 'til you hurt me."

Now I tell you I have heard my share of snide talk.
But this kid was really acting kinda weird.
And I would have left him kneeling on the sidewalk,
But something in his smile looked so sincere. He said,

"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
We'll buy ice-cream. I'll let you treat me.
We'll play Perquacky. I'll let you beat me."

Now, please don't think I'm just a shameless hussy,
But I would love to share the joys that I have found.
And if you're still wondering, "Doesn't he or does he?"
Well, I just love to be gagged and bound. You see,

Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
I'll be the baby. You be the mummy.
You can tap dance on my tummy.
'Cause me credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism.
Yes, my credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism. Ah-oo.


Words & Music by Dean Friedman

 

[RhymeFairy]

Wow .. the imagery here ~~

Sandpiper


The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.

The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.

- Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.

The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which.
His beak is focussed; he is preoccupied,

looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst.


~~ Elizabeth Bishop


...

 

[another realm]

Waste
Lou Reed

Sometimes when I'm all alone
I feel a type of fear
dawn's descending, dusk is breaking
creep my darling near.
I see my life before me
as a seamstress sees her pins
full and lined with failure
and coated then with sin.
An education gone to waste
talent left ignored
imagination rent with drugs
someone who's always bored
scared to death of life itself
but even more by death
not fit company for anyone
let alone a wife
no example for a child
therefore no sun for me
I am told never to think these thoughts
for they make me unhappy.

The sin was craziness you see
don't blame yourself for that -
a strange childhood, well that is true
but nothing can be done about that.
The future is the same for all
we face it as we can
and there is nothing wrong with fear
it proves that you're a man.

Then other times I feel so good
the opposite you see
I think I'm full of talent
good old intuitive me.
I write all hours of the night
terrible poetry.
Others say that it is good
but they are lying to me.
Why would they lie, you might ask
and to this I would reply
encouraging me encourages them,
to cut me shows their lie.
For mine was illusion of life well spent,
everyone thought so.
I was courted as a rake
wherever I did go.
But I know warts, you can't fool me
with flattering and praise.
You sing my songs to prove to yourselves
that you are not a waste.

 

[denis hale]

awesome thread

"What A Fool Believes" lyrics by Loggins/McDonald


He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool from sea
Tryin' hard to recreate
What had yet to be created

Once in her life
She musters a smile

For his nostalgic tale

Never coming near what he wanted to say

Only to realize
It never really was

She
had a place in his life
He
never made her think twice

As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go

But what a fool believes
he sees

No wise man has the power
to reason away
What seems to be

Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all keeps sending him...

Somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there's a place in her life
Someday, somewhere, she will return

She
had a place in his life
He
never made her think twice

As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know

He's watching her go

But what a fool believes
he sees

No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all

But what a fool believes
he sees...

 

[Angeline]

"What A Fool Believes" lyrics by Loggins/McDonald


He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool from sea
Tryin' hard to recreate
What had yet to be created

Once in her life
She musters a smile

For his nostalgic tale

Never coming near what he wanted to say

Only to realize
It never really was

She
had a place in his life
He
never made her think twice

As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go

But what a fool believes
he sees

No wise man has the power
to reason away
What seems to be

Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all keeps sending him...

Somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there's a place in her life
Someday, somewhere, she will return

She
had a place in his life
He
never made her think twice

As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know

He's watching her go

But what a fool believes
he sees

No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all

But what a fool believes
he sees...

Awesome poet. You, that is.

 

[Angeline]

Sleep's Dark and Silent Gate

Jackson Browne

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where my life will lead me
Waiting to pass under sleep’s dark and silent gate

I found my love too late
Running around day after day
Looking for the time to play
While my old friends slipped away

Never should have had to try so hard
To make a love work out, I guess
I don’t know what love has got to do with happiness
But the times when we were happy
Were the times we never tried

Sitting down by the highway
Looking down the road
Waiting for a ride
I don’t know where I’ve been
Wishing I could fly away
Don’t know where I’m going
Wishing I could hide
Oh God this is some shape I’m in
When the only thing that makes me cry
Is the kindness in my baby’s eye

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
Where the years have gone
They have all passed under
Sleep’s dark and silent gate

 

[another realm]

Pebbles and Marbles

Pebbles and Marbles
Trey Anastasio

She started a blaze from one tiny spark
I didn't even detect
She loved the light, was dismayed by the dark
The stars though she seemed to respect

The faint light that flutters at night to the earth
Would land in her eyes and collect
Luminous creatures she'd find in the surf
I never thought to inspect

Pebbles and marbles like things on my mind
Seem to get lost and harder to find
When I am alone I am inclined
If I find a pebble in sand
To think that it fell from my hand

She gave me ideas
Planted the seed
But she never stopped to reflect
The course that she's on, wherever it leads
I never would redirect

Pebbles and marbles like words from a friend
Make us hold tight but are lost in the end
When we're alone we all seem to tend
If we find a marble in dust
To wish someone left it for us

 

[sugarmountain]

Till There Was You
Writer: Meredith Wilson; lead vocal: Paul McCartney


There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No I never heard them at all
Till there was you

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No I never saw them at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and you

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and you

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Till there was you

 

[sugarmountain]

Here, There And Everywhere
Writer, double-tracked lead vocal: Paul McCartney


To lead a better life I need my home to be here...

Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with the wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there

There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speking but she doesn't know he's there

I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share

Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there

I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share

Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there

To be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere

 

[Rev_Lovejoy]

The Boy With a Moon and Star on his Head

A gardener's daughter stopped me on my way, on the day I was to wed.
"It is you who I wish to share my body with," she said,
"We'll find a dry place under the sky with a flower for a bed,
And for my joy I will give you a boy with a moon and star ... on his head."

Her silver hair flowed in the air layin' waves across the sun,
Her hands were like the white sands, and her eyes had diamonds on.
We left the road and headed up to the top of the Whisper Wood.
And we walked 'till we came to where the Holy Magnolia stood.
And there we laid cool in the shade singing songs and making love
With the naked earth beneath us and the universe above.

The time was late, my wedding wouldn't wait, I was sad but I had to go,
So while she was asleep I kissed her cheek for cheerio.
The wedding took place and people came from many miles around,
There was plenty merriment, cider and wine abound.
But out of all that I recall I remembered the girl I met,
'Cause she had given me something that my heart could not forget.

The year had passed and everything was just as it was the year before,
As it was the year before ...
Until the gift that someone left, a basket by my door.
And in there lay the fairest little baby cryin' to be fed,
I got down on my knees and kissed the moon and star ... on his head.

As years went by the boy grew high and the village looked on in awe.
They'd never seen anything like the boy with the moon and star before.
And people would ride from far and wide just to seek the word he spread.
"I'll tell you everything I've learned," and "Love," is all he said.

Cat Stevens

 

[sugarmountain]

Bob Dylan- Lay Lady Lay

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

 

[Tathagata]

The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn - The Pogues

Being as St Patrick's day is almost upon us


The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn






McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay

 

[Stella_Omega]

Shane MacGowan is a true bard- missing teeth and all.
My title and location of the moment are in tribute to him

 

[RhymeFairy]

I love the *swell of this poem ~

Sun and Shadow

As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
To the billows of foam-crested blue,
Yon bark, that afar in the distance is seen,
Half dreaming, my eyes will pursue:
Now dark in the shadow, she scatters the spray
As the chaff in the stroke of the flail;
Now white as the sea-gull, she flies on her way,
The sun gleaming bright on her sail.

Yet her pilot is thinking of dangers to shun,--
Of breakers that whiten and roar;
How little he cares, if in shadow or sun
They see him who gaze from the shore!
He looks to the beacon that looms from the reef,
To the rock that is under his lee,
As he drifts on the blast, like a wind-wafted leaf,
O'er the gulfs of the desolate sea.

Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves
Where life and its ventures are laid,
The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves
May see us in sunshine or shade;
Yet true to our course, though the shadows grow dark,
We'll trim our broad sail as before,
And stand by the rudder that governs the bark,
Nor ask how we look from the shore!


~~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

 

[RhymeFairy]

In Honor of the Beautiful weather here ~

A Summer Afternoon


A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
With labored respiration, moves the wheat
From distant reaches, till the golden seas
Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

My book, neglected of an idle mind,
Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;
Or lightly opened by a critic wind,
Affrightedly reviews itself again.

Off through the haze that dances in the shine
The warm sun showers in the open glade,
The forest lies, a silhouette design
Dimmed through and through with shade.

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie
At anchor from all storms of mental strain;
With absent vision, gazing at the sky,
"Like one that hears it rain."

The Katydid, so boisterous last night,
Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,
Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite
If "Katy DID or DIDN'T" make a noise.

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird
That checks the song abruptly at the sound,
And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,
Sink into silence, all the more profound.

And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain
Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep
My heavy eyelids--there it is again--
"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep!


~~ James Whitcomb Riley


...

 

[annaswirls]

Sabina has this in her sig line, one of my all time favorites.... had to get it whole


Butthole Surfers


Pepper

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Sharice
She was sharing Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train

They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

[Chorus]

Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Polly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head

They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

 

[CharleyH]

Sadly, or happily, I continue to listen to Oasis, although Kate Bush is 'round here somewhere, as are John Cale, and WAIT! I remember in my article recently, Tori Amos' song "Cornflake Girl". Anyone willing to venture a guess on these lyrics without looking them up?

"Cornflake Girl"

Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hanging with the raisin girls
She's gone to the other side
Givin us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Peel out the watchword
Just peel out the watchword

She knows what's goin on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweetcaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
She's putting on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Peal our the watchword
Just peel out the watchword

Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution

Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl

 

[sugarmountain]

Like a Summer Thursday

By townes van zandt

Her face was crystal
Fair and fine
Her breath was morning
Her lips were wine
Her eyes were laughter
Her touch divine
Her face was crystal
And she was mine


If only she
Could feel my pain
But feelin' is a burden
She can't sustain
So like a summer thursday
I cry for rain
To come and turn
The ground to green again


If only she
Could her my songs
'bout the empty difference
'tween the rights and wrongs
Then i know that i
Could stand alone
As well as they
Now that she's gone


Her face was crystal
Fair and fine
Her breath was morning
Her lips were wine
Her eyes were laughter
Her touch divine
Her face was crystal
And she was mine

 

[sugarmountain]

Come Dancing- The Kinks

They put a parking lot on a piece of land
Where the supermarket used to stand.
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local palais.
That’s where the big bands used to come and play.
My sister went there on a saturday.

Come dancing,
All her boyfriends used to come and call.
Why not come dancing, it’s only natural?

Another saturday, another date.
She would be ready but she’d always make them wait.
In the hallway, in anticipation,
He didn’t know the night would end up in frustration.
He’d end up blowing all his wages for the week
All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek.

Come dancing,
That’s how they did it when I was just a kid,
And when they said come dancing,
My sister always did.

My sister should have come in at midnight,
And my mum would always sit up and wait.
It always ended up in a big row
When my sister used to get home late.

Out of my window I can see them in the moonlight,
Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate.

The day they knocked down the palais
My sister stood and cried.
The day they knocked down the palais
Part of my childhood died, just died.

Now I’m grown up and playing in a band,
And there’s a car park where the palais used to stand.
My sister’s married and she lives on an estate.
Her daughters go out, now it’s her turn to wait.
She knows they get away with things she never could,
But if I asked her I wonder if she would,

Come dancing,
Come on sister, have yourself a ball.
Don’t be afraid to come dancing,
It’s only natural.

Come dancing,
Just like the palais on a saturday.
And all her friends will come dancing
Where the big bands used to play.

 

[another realm]

The Jungle Line
Joni Mitchell

Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits of the modern nights
Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine
Through Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue
Through savage progress cuts the jungle line

In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer
Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear
Those cannibals-of shuck and jive
They'll eat a working girl like her alive
With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand
He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines
And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band
He hangs it up above the jungle line

The jungle line, the jungle line
Screaming in a ritual of sound and time
Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind
And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in
Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke
Coy and bitchy, wild and fine
And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats
Charging, chanting down the jungle line

There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb
There's a poppy snake in a dressing room
Poppy poison-poppy tourniquet
It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
And metal skin and ivory birds
Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines
They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge
Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line

 

[annaswirls]

Death Cab For Cutie

I usually cringe at the word "soul" but I forgive them and love this song anyway

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

Soul Meets Body

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here

I cannot guess what we'll discover
Between the dirt with our palms cut like shovels
But I know our filthy hand can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain

I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

I do believe it's true
That there are holes left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

 

[bluerains]

Lyrics - Conjure One - Endless dream

It's all coming back to me now
that strange and almost endless dream
where I was you and you were me
you opened up your eyes and I could see
that you were falling from the world
as aimless as a shooting star
in all that around me thinking I was somebody else
and terrified to look at me and see yourself well

You and I could dream
and I am just a trip you are on
when the trip is over
you will go back to the places that you once belonged
you will look for comfort there
and when you do you'll dream a dream
where I am you and you are me
and then you'll know my love

So don't be afraid
your heart is in me and it's
racing so fast now
'cause everything we ever were or ever will be
is shapeless as a changing cloud
your letter written on the sky
I need you now to read it through my eyes
when you see just what I see
and tenderly
watch it change and just let it be

'cause I am like a dream
and you are just a trip that I am on
when the trip is over
I will go back to the places that I once belonged
and I will look for comfort there
and when I do I know it will be gone
that is when I'll dream a dream
when I am you and you are me
and then I'll know your love

So quiet now
we are the...
same

This is just some trip that we are on
when the trip is over we will think of this as some place
that we once belonged
when I find no comfort here
I'll look again to find it in your arms
that is where I dream a dream where I am you and you are me
and that's where I know love

 

[RhymeFairy]

Wow !! I love this ...

Echo


Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago.


~~ Christina Georgina Rossetti

 

[Tzara]

My neighbors are putting in a new sewer line, so I am dulling the dentist drill sound of concrete being sawn by putting away the Mozart in favor of King Crimson.

Three Of A Perfect Pair

she is susceptible
he is impossible
they have their cross to share
three of a perfect pair...
he has his contradicting views
she has her cyclothymic moods
they make a study in despair
three of a perfect pair...

one, one too many
schizophrenic tendencies
keeps it complicated
keeps it agggravated
and full of this hopelessness
what a perfect mess...​

 

[clutching_calliope]

Anything Goes - Cole Porter

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