Poetry and Lyrics

[Angeline]

um
i dunno bout anyone else
but i typically see lyrics as the poetry of today, not the musty tomes at the back of the library

After Shel Silverstein as a gateway drug,
we were sat down in grade 7 english and given a copy of 'SUPERMAN'S DEAD' by 'Our lady of Peace' to interpret over something by the so called masters
not the dense flowery ponderous shit i can't stand and never could (no offense to anyone thats just not me) thats just not effective to me, there are no teeth, all i feel is scholarly pretension

i guess i always too that lesson to heart

maybe that makes me hoplessly juvenile, restricted ,bad poet, MTV addled, i dunno, probably
but i like to the point, im not going to fool myself into thikning i can even leave a dent in our entertianmet overdosed pysches, its all pop & go as far as i'm concerned

We can't truly compete unless we play the Game in some way

i mean feel alot of people (my age anyhow) just don't read poetry, its pop songs and the like that grab theyre atttention with a clever turn of phrase or (occasional) deep thought
thats always been the case with this feline *shrugs*

songs have been my inspration more than 'poetry' ever has been for good or ill
in this hyper short atention span civilization how could it not be

Of course i'm aware of the slight problem that you can't exactly divorce some lyrics from thier parent tune or they fall apart and be uneffective
its a fine balancing act
so i guess im tecnically a bad poet in any official sense, going after scaps and crumbs like i do, trying to tell stories in paragraphs at others,
listening to Radiohead or Pink Floyd or even....American Idiot (!!)
& wetting myself in joy, but its a helluvalot more fun this way

I don't think it makes you juvenile. I think very few teachers can help young people connect the older stuff to their lives in a way that's relevent. And between that and the changes in language over hundreds of years, it makes the old stuff unaccessible. And much of it really is beautiful poetry--and relevent in its universal truths about things that never change--but try to explain that to a high school kids. Or junior high. I remember reading Great Expectations in eigth grade and my mind just glazed over. In college it became one of my favorite novels because someone took the time to put it in context(s) for me.

 

[Rumpleteazer]

well i guess its comforting knowing no one will read us in a 100 years

yeah but then there are people here who are like 'oh this is the only one ive seen today that actually contains POETRY in it hardy har' or something like that

bite me and eat my furballs

(not you ange)

 

[Angeline]

yeah but then there are people here who are like 'oh this is the only one ive seen i a long while that actually contains POETRY in it hardy har' or something like that

bite me and eat my furballs

(not you ange)

I know lol. And I know what you mean. I try to remember to say "it's just my opinion" when I do reviews. I have strong opinions, but I don't expect other people to agree with me. Life has taught me a few things.

 

[Bill Dada]

Small Change
(Got Rained On With His Own .38)

Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark raving mad
And the cabbies(2) were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins(3)
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said, Buddy, come on in, cause...
Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected and the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops(3) are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment(5)
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on 42nd Street, and now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, cause...
Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket, circled 'Blue Boots' in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
Well, it's surveillance of assailants, if that's what you wanna call it
And the whores hike up their skirts(6) and fish for drugstore prophylactics(7)
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like
stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck
Nah, she won't let you kiss her, but what the hell did you expect?
And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June,
but...
But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And his headstone's a gumball machine
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, cause...
Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And a fistful of dollars can't change that
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his pork-pie Stetson hat(8)
And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, cause...
Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

Written by: Tom Waits

 

[Bill Dada]

What's He Building?



What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
He has subscriptions to those magazines
He never waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from the rest of us
He's all to himself, I think I know why
He took down the tire-swing from the pepper tree
He has no children of his own, you see
He has no dog, he has no friends
And his lawn is dying
And what about those packages he sends?
What's he building in there?
With that hook light on the stairs
What's he building in there?
I'll tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children
What's he building in there?
Now what's that sound from underneath the door?
He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor
And I swear to God I heard someone moaning low
And I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show
He has a router(2) and a table saw
And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha(3) saw
There's poison underneath the sink of course
There's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse
What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
I heard he has an ex-wife in some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia
But what's he building in there?
He has no friends but he gets a lot of mail
I bet he spent a little time in jail
I heard he was up on the roof last night, signaling with a flashlight
And what's that tune he's always whistling?
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?
We have a right to know

Written by: Tom Waits

 

[Rumpleteazer]

Flan in the face flan in the face

A Wolf at the Door
Radiohead





Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up get the guns
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don't you dare
Don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face
Take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops. . . .

Walking like giant cranes
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
in a tight little world
and are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers
City boys in First Class don't know we're born little
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you'd get up get over
get up, get over and turn your tape off

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops

So I just go ooh ooh ooh ooh

 

[Rumpleteazer]

again, crude but effective

HOLIDAY

Here the sound of the fallin' rain?

coming down like an Armeggeddon flame
the shame
the ones who died
without a name

Here the dogs howling outta key?
To a hym called 'Faith & Misery'
And bleed
The company lost the war today

Hear the drum pounding outta time?
Another protester's crossed the line
to find
The money's on the other side

Can I get another AMEN?

Theres flag wrapped around a score of men
A gag
a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream & differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives-

ON HOLIDAY



((The representative from California now has the floor))

SIG HEIL TO THE PRESIDENT GASMAN
BOMBS AWAY IS YOUR PUNISHMENT!
PULVERIZE THE EIFFEL TOWERS
WHO CRITICIZE YOUR GOVERMENT
BANG BANG
GOES THE BROKEN GLASS AND
KILL ALL THE FAGS THAT DON'T AGREE
TRIALS BY FIRE SETTING FIRES
ITS NOT A WAY THATS
MEANT FOR ME!

Jusssst cause
jusssst cause because we're outlaws YEAH

I beg to dream & differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

this is our lives on Holiday

 

[Rumpleteazer]

& one more so bite me

'Brain Damage/Eclipse' By Roger Waters


The lunatic is on the grass
Remebering games & daisy chains & laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds there folded faces to the floor
And everyday the paperboy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years to soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with darkforbodings too

I'll see you on the Dark side of the Moon

The lunatic is in my head
the lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door & throw away the key
theres someone in my head but its not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ears
You shout & no one seems to hear
And if the band your in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the Darkside of the Moon


All that you touch
& all that you see
all that you taste
all you feel
and all that you love
and all that you hate
all you distrust,
all you save
And all that you give
and all that you deal
and all that buy beg borrow or steal
and all you create
and all you destroy
and all that you do
and all that you say
and all that you eat
and everyone you meet
and all that you slight
and everyone you fight
and all that is now
and all that is gone
and all thats to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon


(..........there is no darkside of the moon really
-as a matter of fact
its all dark)...............

 

[Rumpleteazer]

OUTSIDE THE WALL By Roger Waters

all alone
& in twos
the ones that really love you
walk up and down outside the wall

some hand in hand
& some gathered to gether in bands

the bleeding hearts
& the artistes make their stand

And when they've given you they're all
some stagger
&
fall

Afterall, its not easy-
Bangin' your heart against some Mad bugger's Wall......

 

[RhymeFairy]

Title : Rooms On Fire
Artist : Stevie Nicks


Somewhere out in the back of your mind (Somewhere)
Comes your real life and the life that you know
It seems like it was the creation of some of those same old things
It seemed to be the only thing left out in the light
She had trusted many...
But been unfamiliar with...
Almost everyone but you


Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
Everytime that you walk in the room
Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself...
I have known this much longer than I've known you


She had trusted many...
And then there would be someone who would enter into her presence
That she could sense for miles...
She dreamed of her wanton luxury
And she laughed and she cried...and she tried to taunt him
And he hated to be separated...
From that picture...No...


Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
Everytime that you walk in the room
Ooh, well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself...
Well I have known this much longer than I've known you


Long nets of white cloud my memory...
Long nets of white cloud my memory...
Ooh...there is magic...all around you...
Everytime you walk in the room...


Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
Everytime that you walk in the room
Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself...
Well I have known this much longer than I've known you...


Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
Everytime that you walk in the room
Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself...
Well I have known this much longer than I've known you...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Artist : Keith Whitley
Title : Don't Close Your Eyes



I know you loved him a long time ago
Even now in my arms you still want him I know
But darling this time let your memories die
When you hold me tonight don't close your eyes

Chorus:
Don't close your eyes let it be me
Don't pretend it's him in some fantasy
Darling just once let yesterday go
You'll find more love than you've ever known
Just hold me tight when you love me tonight
And don't close your eyes


Maybe I've been a fool holding on all this time
Lying here in your arms knowing he's in your mind
But I keep hoping someday that you'll see the light
Let it be tonight, don't close your eyes


Don't close your eyes let it be me
Don't pretend it's him in some fantasy
Darling just once let yesterday go
You'll find more love than you've ever known
Just hold me tight when you love me tonight
And don't close your eyes


Don't close your eyes let it be me
Don't pretend it's him in some fantasy
Darling just once let yesterday go
You'll find more love than you've ever known
Just hold me tight when you love me tonight
And don't close your eyes


~~~

I know this is not true poetry to some but the music that goes with these lyrics cast a spell over your heart and floods one with an energetic emotion, blues or country ... tis all the same. Lovely lyrics here ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

Title : Sometimes When We Touch
Artist : Dan Hill

You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly

At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by

At times I think we're drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides



...

 

[Rumpleteazer]

See right through me

KNIGHTS OF CYDONIA
by Muse
(backed by a Sergio Leone -esque galloping steed beat)

Come ride through me

Through the veins of history

I'll show you how God

Falls asleep on the job


And how can we win

When fools can be King

Don't waste your time

Or time will waste you


NO ONES GONNA TAKE ME ALIVE

THE TIME HAS COME

TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT

YOU & I MUST FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS

YOU & I MUST FIGHT TO SURVIVE

 

[Rumpleteazer]

I'm Mooning you

KING CRIMSON

'Moonchild'

Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
Of the willow.

Talking to the trees of the
Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
Night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain.

Shes a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden.
Lovely moonchild
Drifting on the echoes of the hours.

Sailing on the wind
In a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
With the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child.

 

[beautyandwine]

Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie

The Atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how...
The clouds above opened up and let it out.

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.

Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.

I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer

 

[Angeline]

Gotta Serve Somebody
Slow Train Comin
Bob Dylan

You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home,
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

 

[Angeline]

Slow Train Comin
Bob Dylan

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions,
Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring
down
All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon?
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

I had a woman down in Alabama,
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic,
She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out,
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic."
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

All that foreign oil controlling American soil,
Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed.
Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings,
Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and Paris
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more,
You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave,
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters,
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it.
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions,
They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to
live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy.
A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it,
I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy
But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets,
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

 

[Angeline]

For Tristesse

I was just listening to this cd, and I thought Tess would really love this. But I bet you have it or at least have heard it. Louis Armstrong with the Oscar Peterson Trio. Louis and Oscar and the band are so relaxed and happy. It's just beautiful.

That Old Feeling

I saw you last night and got that old feeling
When you came in sight I got that old feeling
The moment you came by I felt a thrill
And when you caught my eye
My heart stood still
Once again I seemed to have that old yearning
And I knew the spark of love was still burning
There'll be no new romance for me
It's foolish to start
For that old feeling is still in my heart

****************************************
and then

Let's Fall in Love

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love?
Our hearts are made of it
Let's take a chance
Why be afraid of it?

Let's close our eyes
And make our own paradise
Little we know of it
Still we can try
To make a go of it

We might have been meant for each other
To be or not to be, let our hearts discover

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love?
Now is the time for it
While we are young
Let's fall in love

We might have been meant for each other
To be or not to be, let our hearts discover

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love?
Now is the time for it
While we are young
Let's fall in love

People who don't know Louis or just know Hello Dolly listen to this and are utterly charmed by him. His singing style and trumpeting combine the insouciance, wit and blues that embodied jazz in the roaring 20s.

 

[Bill Dada]

The Shape I'm In

by J.R.Robertson. Album: Stage Fright
© 1970 Canaan Music, Inc.






Go out yonder, peace in the valley
Come downtown, have to rumble in the alley
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

Has anybody seen my lady
This living alone will drive me crazy
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in


I'm gonna go down by the wa - ter
But I ain't gonna jump in, no, no
I'll just be looking for my mak - er
And I hear that that's where she's been? Oh!

Out of nine lives, I spent seven
Now, how in the world do you get to Heaven
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

I just spent 60 days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough
Now here I am back out on the street
For the crime of having nowhere to go

Save your neck or save your brother
Looks like it's one or the other
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

Now two young kids might start a ruckus
You know they feel you trying to shuck us
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

 

[Bill Dada]

Brown Eyed Girl

Words and music by Van Morrison

Hey where did we go,
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow,
Playin' a new game,
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.

Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down the old mind
With a transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing,
Hiding behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and sliding
All along the water fall, with you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing,
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

So hard to find my way,
Now that I'm all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My how you have grown,
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da.

 

[Angeline]

The Shape I'm In

by J.R.Robertson. Album: Stage Fright
© 1970 Canaan Music, Inc.

Great song and a great cd. Robbie Robertson is terrific.

Another, earlier Band song I really like. It has such soul.


King Harvest (Has Surely Come)

Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
King Harvest has surely come.

I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me;
And I'm bound to come out on top,
that's where I should be.
I will hear ev'ry word the boss may say,
For he's the one who hands me down my pay.
Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay,
I'm a union man, now, all the way.

The smell of the leaves,
from the magnolia trees in the meadow,
King Harvest has surely come.

Dry summer, then comes fall,
Which I depend on most of all.
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call?
Please let these crops grow tall.
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see, I've nothin to show.
I'm glad to pay those union dues,
Just don't judge me by my shoes.

Scarecrow and a yellow moon,
and pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town,
King Harvest has surely come.

Last year, this time, wasn't no joke,
My whole barn went up in smoke.
My horse Jethro, well he went mad
And I can't remember things bein' so bad.
Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen
Tellin' us our hard times are about to end.
And then, if they don't give us what we like
He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike."

Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
King Harvest has surely come.

 

[Bill Dada]

Sisters Of Mercy
from Songs Of Leonard Cohen

LYRICS

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.

Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

 

[Rumpleteazer]

SPOKE OF WAS & WHEN

THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD
by David Bowie

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasnt there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
Youre face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
Youre face to face
With the man who sold the world

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
Youre face to face
With the man who sold the world

 

[RhymeFairy]

Artist : Fleetwood Mac
Title : Silver Spring


You could be my silver spring
Blue green colors flashing
I would be your only dream
You're shining on an ocean crashing
And did you say she was pretty
And did you say that she loves you
But I don't want to know

I begin not to love you
Turn around, see me running
I say I loved you years ago
Tell myself you never loved me... no
And did you say she was pretty
And did you say that she loves you
Baby I don't want to know
And can you tell me was it worth it?
Really I don't want to know

Time casts its spell on you
But you won't forget me
I know I could have loved you
But you would not let me

Time casts its spell on you
But you won't forget me
I know I could have loved you
But you would not let me

I'll follow you down 'til the sound
Of my voice will haunt you
You'll never get away from the sound
Of the woman that loves you

I'll follow you down 'til the sound
Of my voice will haunt you
Was I just a fool?
You'll never get away from the sound
Of the woman that loves you

I'll follow you down 'til the sound
Of my voice will haunt you
Was I such a fool?
You'll never get away from the sound
Of the woman that loves you
Give me just a chance

You could be my silver spring
My blue green colors flashing

 

[Rumpleteazer]

Don't fear the Reaper

(Apparently this song is a piss take, but its the ealiest song i can recall that absolutely haunted me)

(Blue Oyster Cult)

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...



Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...
Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday... Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby... And she had no fear
And she ran to him... And they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye
She had become like they are
She had taken his hand
She had become like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Come on, come on, come on

La la la la la
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Come on, baby