Favorite Song Lyrics

[Hostile]

I don't need to smoke dope to like it, however I DO have to be in a mellow mood to listen to them.

Can't even comprehend that. I can lift weights to their music. That's hardly mellow.

 

[Yeagermeister]

Of course then there is the all time classic

Innagodavida

Innagodavida baby
Don't you know
That I'll always love you

Repeat over and over and over and over......well you get the picture

:laugh2:

 

[BrAinPaiNt]

Can't even comprehend that. I can lift weights to their music. That's hardly mellow.

Don't know what it is...just have to be in a mellow mood or I just can't get into it.

 

[Sasquatch]

No 80's alterantive or 90's "Madchester" fans here ... on a Dallas Cowboys board?

How about this classic from XTC:

Dear god,
Hope you got the letter,
And I pray you can make it better down here.
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer,
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet,
cause they dont get enough to eat

From god,
I cant believe in you.

Dear god,
Sorry to disturb you,
But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears,
And all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street,
cause they cant make opinions meet,
About god,
I cant believe in you.

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!

Dear god,
Dont know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it aint and so do you,
Dear god,
I cant believe in,
I dont believe in,

I wont believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners,
No devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
Youre always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
And its the same the whole world round.
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebodys unholy hoax,
And if youre up there youll perceive,
That my hearts here upon my sleeve.
If theres one thing I dont believe in...

Its you,
Dear god.

 

[Sasquatch]

Pink Floyd doesn't do it for me since I quit smoking dope. It all seemed so brilliant then but not so much now.

Granted, they sometimes make clumsy attempts to incorporate science fiction and fantasy themes in their songs like many bands of that era, but Time is poetry set to music ... no bong hits needed to appreciate that one.

 

[Signals]

Of course then there is the all time classic

Innagodavida

Innagodavida baby
Don't you know
That I'll always love you

Repeat over and over and over and over......well you get the picture

:laugh2:

Trivia

That song was originally called: in the garden of eden...

...baby...

 

[Duane]

No 80's alterantive or 90's "Madchester" fans here ... on a Dallas Cowboys board?

Quite a few of us chimed in on this thread:

http://cowboyszone.com/forums/showthread.php?t=111969

 

[Duane]

R.E.M. Good Advices - just something about this song and lyrics that always gets a smile on my face

When you greet a stranger look at his shoes
Keep your money in your shoes put your trouble behind
When you greet a stranger look at her hands
Keep your money in your hands put your travel behind
Who are you going to call for, what do you have to say
Keep your hat on your head home is a long way away
At the end of the day, I’ll forget your name
I’d like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away

When you greet a stranger, look at her shoes
Keep you memories in your shoes, put your travel behind
Who are you going to call for, what do you have to say
Keep your hat on your head
Home is a long way away
At the end of the day, when there are no friends
When there are no lovers, who are you going to call for
What do you have to change

A familiar face a foreign place I forget your name
I’d like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
Who are you going to call for, what do you have to say
Keep your hat on your head
Home is a long way away​

 

[Sasquatch]

Quite a few of us chimed in on this thread:

http://cowboyszone.com/forums/showthread.php?t=111969

Thanks for the heads up.

 

[5Stars]

Lyrics are beautiful, if done properly. If you have the "hook" and end with a "payoff", you have a great song.

A one line lyric that I always thought about is from the Traveling Wilburys...it was the "payoff".

"She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper"...


I always wonder what she wrote/said? Think about that?!! A long letter...on a short piece of paper...?

 

[Hostile]

Lyrics are beautiful, if done properly. If you have the "hook" and end with a "payoff", you have a great song.

A one line lyric that I always thought about is from the Traveling Wilburys...it was the "payoff".

"She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper"...


I always wonder what she wrote/said? Think about that?!! A long letter...on a short piece of paper...?

Juke99 has a song with a great line like that. "Skywriting in the dark."

 

[5Stars]

Juke99 has a song with a great line like that. "Skywriting in the dark."

It's a mistery to me as the game commences.
For my usual fee...plus expenses...

Confidential information is in a diary.
This is my investagation, not a public inquiry.

So, I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt,
you get to meet all sorts, in this line of work.

Scared for life. No compensation...

Private Investigation.

-- Dire Straits

 

[AbeBeta]

No 80's alterantive or 90's "Madchester" fans here ... on a Dallas Cowboys board?

You gonna drop some Joy Division or Smiths on us, Yeti?

Given my previous post, probably not a stretch to hear that I was into the Stone Rose and all the rave scene bands.

 

[Vintage]

Couple of mine:

Tool- Vicarious

Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child,
Watches him die

Pleas to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why?!"

Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.


This probably won't be too popular here.... but

Judith- A Perfect Circle

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you
**** your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

________

Some better known songs:

[SIZE=-1]They are sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it is better than drinking alone- Piano Man, Billy Joel

[/SIZE] She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And i'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much i miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight- Rocket Man, Elton John

 

[Sasquatch]

You gonna drop some Joy Division or Smiths on us, Yeti?

Given my previous post, probably not a stretch to hear that I was into the Stone Rose and all the rave scene bands.

"A crack on the head it what you get for not asking .... A crack on the head is what you get for asking."

I was a devotee of the Roses, the Happy Mondays, and the Madchester scene back in the day. Saw the Roses in concert at a little venue in Philly in the early 90's. They were pretty good once Ian sobered up and started remembering the lyrics. They could have been great had it not been for the ongoing contract dispute with their record label. Pity.

 

[Hostile]

One of my favorite is Subdivisions by Rush.


Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone

Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions ---
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions ---
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight

Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...

 

[silverbear]

:laugh1:

Man, you could do Johnny Cash lyrics from now until the end of the week and not run out of stuff. My favorite was written by Kris Kristofferson, Sunday Morning Coming Down.


Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

That's one of my absolute favorite songs to sing... that, and "Lovin' Her Was Easier Than Anything I'll Ever Do Again"... you'd best have your breathing in order to sing that last one, those phrases are really, really long and will test your wind...

Kristofferson wrote a hell of a song, too bad he couldn't sing a lick...

From the rocking of the cradle
To the rolling of the hearse
The going up was worth the coming down...

 

[Haley94]

There are so many, but here are a few of my favs today.

Simple Twist of Fate
Bob Dylan

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin' by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.


Crystal Ship
Jim Morrison

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss,
Another flashing chance at bliss,
Another kiss, another kiss.

The days are bright and filled with pain,
Enclose me in your gentle rain.
The time you ran was too insane,
We'll meet again, we'll meet again.

Oh, tell me where your freedom lies,
The streets or fields that never die,
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly.

The crystal ship is being filled,
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills,
A million ways to spend your time,
When we get back I'll drop a line.


Circle lyrics
Slipknot

Give me the dust of my father
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare the secret flesh of time itself

Follow me (Follow me)
I've come so far, I'm behind again
Follow me (Follow me)
I wish so hard I'm there again
Follow me (Follow me)
Follow me (Follow me)

All that I wanted were things I had before
All that I needed I never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin

I know the way but I falter
Can't be afraid of my patience
There's a sacred place Razel keeps safe

Follow me (Follow me)
I've seen so much I'm blind again
Follow me (Follow me)
I feel so bad I'm alive again
Follow me (Follow me)

All that I wanted were things I had before

 

[AbeBeta]

T
Bob Dylan

Surprised it took so long to get a Dylan post - certainly one of the best songwriters ever

 

[Hostile]

Surprised it took so long to get a Dylan post - certainly one of the best songwriters ever

I think a lot of people don't enjoy his voice, so they don't know his music well enough. One of the most captivating songs he ever sang as far as I was concerned was Hurricane about Ruben Carter. The song tells a story.




Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands"
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.

Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda **** was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for?
He ain't the guy!"

Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello

Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofa***** is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his *** in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.

But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy ******.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.

The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.

That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.