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Lyrics that really mean something to you
Xrayman
Veteran
What is the lyric that stands out, for you, as having the most meaning to you all?
Either from a Buddhist point-of-view or just as ......? whatever.
My opinion is I seem to find many REM songs have great meaning-(some mean absolute shit too-according to Michael Stipe!)
This is where we walked,
this is where we swam,
take a picture here,
take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
I went to Ohio, a couple of years ago-I love the place-so many people (Americans) hang sh** on it-I don't know why. But this is a song about the only river in the world to catch fire-The Cuyahoga, due to so much pollution.
It saddens me. But I love the song and it's sentiment.
:sadc:
regards,
Either from a Buddhist point-of-view or just as ......? whatever.
My opinion is I seem to find many REM songs have great meaning-(some mean absolute shit too-according to Michael Stipe!)
This is where we walked,
this is where we swam,
take a picture here,
take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
I went to Ohio, a couple of years ago-I love the place-so many people (Americans) hang sh** on it-I don't know why. But this is a song about the only river in the world to catch fire-The Cuyahoga, due to so much pollution.
It saddens me. But I love the song and it's sentiment.
:sadc:
regards,
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smiling faces.
He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the
old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred --- oblique
suggestions --- and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming
panel-beaters --- freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, hands
still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
one-line jokers --- T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred
and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage and he
looked at all the friends he'd made.
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the
rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in
everyone.
Peace and understanding is the wisdom of her world,
She loves without a reason, she gives without a word,
There are those who make me smile, brighten up my day,
But oh! This woman, she is something else again.
All the nights I've ever known are waiting in her eyes,
Sparkling like the silver, brimming like the wine,
Other lovers laid me down, took my breath away,
But, oh! This woman, she is something else again.
Oh she is such a friend to me,
Holds me in my tears;
She said: "You will be young again,
When you look back through the years"....
So take your woman by the hand love her till she dies,
Be strong when she needs you, hold her when she cries,
And if a man should say to you, 'love just brings you pain',
Tell him, "No, my woman's something else again,
Oh my woman's something else again, oh my woman's something else again..."
I have put this on for Federica.
"Alexandra Leaving"
Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The god of love preparing to depart.
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,
They slip between the sentries of the heart.
Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure,
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine;
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine.
It’s not a trick, your senses all deceiving,
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust –
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.
Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.
As someone long prepared for this to happen,
Go firmly to the window. Drink it in.
Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing.
Your firm commitments tangible again.
And you who had the honor of her evening,
And by the honor had your own restored –
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving;
Alexandra leaving with her lord.
Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.
As someone long prepared for the occasion;
In full command of every plan you wrecked –
Do not choose a coward’s explanation
that hides behind the cause and the effect.
And you who were bewildered by a meaning;
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed –
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.
Reminds me of my Daughter 'Alexandra' who I haven't seen for 6 Years
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on ...
I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
L. Cohen (again)
"Heartland"
[ from the album "Infected" (1986) ]
Lyrics
Beneath the old iron bridges, across the Victorian parks
And all the frightened people running home before dark
Past the Saturday morning cinema
That lies crumbling to the ground
And the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town
I've come to smell the seasons change and watch the city
As the sun goes down again
Here comes another winter
Of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter
Waitin' for utopia
Waitin' for hell to freeze over
This is the land where nothing changes
The land of red buses and blue blooded babies
This is the place where pensioners are raped
And the hearts are being cut from the welfare state
Let the poor drink the milk while the rich eat the honey
Let the bums count their blessings while they count the money
So many people can't express what's on their minds
Nobody knows them, nobody ever will
Until their backs are broken, their dreams are stolen
And they can't get what they want, then they're gonna get angry!
Well it ain't written in the papers but its written on the walls
The way this country is divided to fall
So the cranes are moving on the skyline
Trying to knock down this town
But the stains on the heartland can never be removed
from this country that's sick, sad and confused
Here comes another winter
Of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter
Waitin' for utopia
Waitin' for hell to freeze over
The ammunition's being passed and the Lord's been praised
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained
All the bankers gettin' sweaty beneath their white collars
As the pound in our pocket turns into a dollar
This is the 51st state - of the U.S.A.
This is the 51st state - of the U.S.A.
This is the 51st state - of the U.S. of A.
This is the 51st state - of the U.S.A.
This is the 51st state - of the U.S.A.
This is the 51st state - of the U.S.A.
This is the 51st state - of the U.S.A.
This is the 51st state
State
State
State
State
State
You're floating down a river in a little wooden box, you're cold and you're lonely and enveloped in fog. FRUIT OF THE HEART
you've been a prostitue to humility-she's invaded your life and now you've got to live apart in order, to survive SOUL MINING
On "Life's Rich Pageant" MY favourite REM album, there is a section on the sleeve that has snippetts of the lyrics, or words of importance...
My favourite is "She will make a beautiful fossil"- does that not sound so incredibly romantic? again, I'm sure it's just me.
My muse has gone missing-help me, I'm finding sense and beauty in weirdo stuff!
this is for Brigid shhhh.
You kicked and cried like a bullied child, a grown man of 25,
oh he said he'd cure your ills, but he didn't and he never will
The Smiths
Girl afraid, where does his intention lay, or, does he really have any?,
she says he never really looks at me, I give him every opportunity,
I'll never make that mistake again.
Girl afraid, Prudence never pays, and everything she wants costs money,
he says she doesn't even like me, and I know because she said so,
I'll never make that mistake again, NO.
The Smiths
There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
"How Soon Is Now?"
I don't know why - but the Goo goo g'joob really touches something in me... on me... somewhere...
-bf
If you haven't come across Sweet Honey In The Rock, do check them out.
Johnn Clegg & Savuka
Warsaw 1943 (I Never Betrayed The Revolution) Lyrics
Amambuka, amambuka azothengisa izwe lakithi, izwe lakithi
(The betrayers, the betrayers will sell our land, our land)
He was taken in the night
They came without any warning
No time to hide or fight
They came like bees aswarming
The questions start to fly
Will he break or will he defy?
Can he withstand the worst that is to come?
A child in a man's clothing
Resisting the fascist' ploy
The underground puts iron in the heart of any boy
Swimming in a sea of pain, he knows this is the end
He hears himself whisper the name of his best friend
Chorus:
I never betrayed you, and I never betrayed the revolution
I just didn't want to die alone, I needed you to see me home
And if I could save you, and if I could find a solution
I would die a thousand times, to get you out of here
Sharing the same cold cell
Betrayer and betrayed
An island with two frightened castaways
Not a word is spoken,
How can he explain?
Through swollen eyes they watch the dawn's first rays
It's all over now
They stand backs to the wall
Waiting for the fascist's sword to fall
In the desperation of a young life about to end
He turns before the bullet
And forgives a friend
-bf
I've really liked the lyrics from Enya's song in the Lord of the Rings
"May it be.. when darkness falls, your heart will be true
you walk a lonely road.. oh how far you are from home..."
What you own is your own kingdom
What you do is your own glory
What you love is your own power
What you live is your own story.
In your head is the answer,
Let it guide you along-
Let your heart be the anchor
And the beat of your song.
..and the next are their songs, 'Freewill', and 'Closer To The Heart'.
Freewill.
There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance
With a host of holy horrors
To direct our aimless dance
A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
The stars aren’t aligned ---
Or the gods are malign
Blame is better to give than receive
You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose free will
There are those who think that they’ve been dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them ---
They weren’t born in lotus-land
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You can’t pray for a place
In heaven’s unearthly estate
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt
That’s far too fleet...
Closer To The Heart
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones to start
To mould a new reality
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
Forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
everbody knows you can conjur anything by the dark of the moon...
This was "OUR' song when my wife and I were going out and when we were married.
hand in Glove,
the sun shines out of our behinds,
no it's not like any other love, this one is different 'cause it's us!
hand in glove, the good people laugh,
yes we may be hidden by rags, but we've something they'll nEVER HAVE!
Hand in Glove
The Smiths
Since having a son (he's four now), these lyrics are particularly poignant...
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey,
I'll be by your side,
And if the bogey man should try to play tricks on your sacred mind,
My life down i shall lie
Climb upon my knee sonny-boy,
although your only three sonny boy,
there never need be longing in your eyes
as long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine.
The hand that rocks the cradle
The Smiths
Wow. How utterly beautiful!!
There's nothing that gets me in the gut like the love of a man for his family.
(Aside from the Dharma, of course.)
But I can just feel how powerful your love for them is.
How utterly beautiful!
Brigid
I let my son listen to the songs I described, on record (What the Hell are those black platters, daddy? Um they're Analog Compact discs-son) over the last weekend-I don't know if he understood the true meaning or impact of them (He's clever but no Oscar Wilde-YET).
Listening to those songs make it very hard to contain my emotions.
Something got into my eyes-you know..
Brigid, you need to get your hands on some Smiths-preferably "Hatful of Hollow" would be a good starter, followed by "Meat is Murder", then perhaps "The Smiths" for a full education in Morrissey/The Smiths excellent back catalogue.
P.S. Yes we used to dress in rags-being poor will do that to ya hahaha
This man had extreme epilepsy, and eventually committed suicide.
The silence, the doors open wide,
where people have paid to see inside,
for entertainment they watch his body twist,
behind he's eyes he says "I still exist",
This is the way step inside, this is the way step inside,
this is the way, step ins-ide
Atrocity Exhibition
Ian Curtis-Joy division
Sometimes it's hard to admit just how bad you can feel...
As for The Smiths, I think they're great, unfortunately Mrs Frizzer refers to them as a "moany old dirge!" Some people ! :-/
you only need two albums of Joy Division.
Unknown Pleasures
and
Closer
My favourite is Unknown Pleasures please indulge yourself by reading the lyrics from the JD albums. as below.
http://www.enkiri.com/joy/lyrics/lyrics.html#Disorder
It's interesting to note just how others perceive some words/music especially when it refers to topics such as unhappiness and loneliness. perhaps they themselves, have never "really" felt that way?? (therefore making the topics unpalatable).
P.S. it has been said that Closer, was a complex suicide note ...mmmm not sure, as all JD sounds and is written in a similar vein.
regards,
Richard.
in the east
they can meditate
they can recreate the sound of OM
and bring us home
i think i'll go there someday
maybe for a holiday
maybe just light a candle
and take a seat for the ride
yes Live are good-although I feel anything after throwing copper was a bit, well average.
regards,
Richard
Everlast - What It's Like
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your
change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you f**kin' slob's all he replied
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the
blues
Then you really might know what it's like (X4)
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've
been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her
call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his
balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static
walkin' through the
doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they
call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to
choose
Then you really might know what it's like (X4)
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked daddies dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get s**t faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome. 45
Talked some s**t
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his
pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like (X4) To have to
lose...
EDIT- Just noticed it had a few cuss words (besides f**k at the beginning), **'d them out so I wouldn't accidentally offend anyone.
To reach the highest high,
You'd laugh and say "Nothing's that simple."
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
- I'm Free - The Who
'My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairytales of yesterday grow old and never die,
I can fly- my friends!'
A wonderful mental picture- and to think that Freddie was close to death when he sang that...
Padawan,
I so dearly loved him, for so many reasons. And , yes, "to think that Freddie was close to death when he sang that...", makes me want to cry in joy and grief. He was an astonishing human being.
Brigid
Still on the good side - I tend to forget what he said to me while flinging the toast across the kitchen as well!
Short-term memory loss is most commonly attributed to excess Cannabis usage. Please explain.
regards,
X
any song by Sinead O'Connor gives me shivers of delight-who agrees?
P.S. I know that Prince wrote, "Nothing compares to u", but she sings it so well.
regards,
X
Eisley
I Wasn't Prepared
Oh, when the day is blue
I sit here and wonder about you
And how the pollen fell
All around your face in strange yellow patterns
But, I wasn’t prepared for this
I………
I wasn’t prepared for this
I ………
When the morning came
The bees flew down and wrapped themselves around me
And That’s when I spoke the words
To have them trace your face for me in pollen
But.
I wasn’t prepared for this
I………
I wasn’t prepared for this
I………
Come, Come, back to me my, my darling
Come, Come, back to me my, my darling
I wasn’t prepared for this
I………
I wasn’t prepared for this
I………
When the day is blue
I sit here and wonder about you
Golly Sandra
G-g-g-golly Sandra
You've grown up really crazy
Have I been denying of you
G-golly Sandra
You've grown up so crazy
Have I been too untrusting
Take me down to the bridge
Where you know that I've always loved you
And we'll go without stopping
Oh, you are my scar
And that's not really far
Hey hey
Golly Sandra
You've grown up really crazy
Have I been denying of you
Take me down to the bridge
Where you know that I've always loved you
And we'll go without stopping
Oh, you are my scar
And that's not really far
Hey
I guess I should have been around to sing you to sleep
You look so beautiful it hurts me slightly
Oh you are my scar
And that's not really far
Hey
Oh you know that I have tried so hard
For you, for you
Memories
He was throwing grain to the ground below, ground below
With dreary circles of his arm, going slow, very slow
His cap pulled down roun' his ears to
hide the smile and watery tears
My loving life is so wonderful
how small seeds gracefully to grow
into beautiful things that spring from these rows
With their musical names and musical sound
Dreary birds parade across the dreary sky, down below
the woman absent mindedly begins to sow, how she sows the
seeds her husband loved so much, but he's no longer
here with us
But her life is so beautiful
as memories continue to grow
into beautiful things that spring from these rows
With their musical names and musical sounds
Beautiful things that spring from these rows
with their musical names and musical sounds, and musical sounds
(Husband speaking)
Distant tho I am
orange, gold, and green
firing, flaming, colors surround me
(Wife)
I`m always wondering where you are?
I`m always wondering where you are?
(Husband)
Darling shouldn't I be the one
wondering after all I am the one who is gone
(wife)
I`m always wondering where you are
I`m always wondering where you are
(husband)
Darling shouldn`t I be the one
wondering after all I am the one who is gone
(wife)
I`m always wondering
(husband)
I'm the one...who is gone
I'm the one...who is gone
who is gone
But, there's beautiful things that spring from these rows
With their musical names, and musical sounds
there's beautiful things that spring from these rows
With their musical names, and musical sounds
and musical sounds.
Trolley Wood
Out one day, walking one day
Out one day with you, hallelujiah
We found a wood with trolleys on wheels
Rolling all around the hills, hallelujiah
And just as soon as it had slipped into sleepy dusk
And it's not very likely that we'll see it again
Out one day, walking one day
Out one day with you, hallelujiah
We found a wood, we unfound a wood
And then we cried
Oh no
Please tell me, will we ever find it again?
In the depths of Trolley Wood, do Trolleys still drive?
Gone for the day to the Trolley Wood
I'm gone for the day to the Trolley Wood
The Trolley Wood is taking me away
We Both Go Down Together
Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it's just beginning
You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
I found you, a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labour cans
I laid you down on the grass of a clearing
You wept but your soul was willing
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand
Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet, untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall but our souls are flying
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, oh my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
Eli, the Barrow Boy
Eli, the barrowboy, you're the old town
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day
Below the tamarac she is crying
Corn cobs and candlewax for the buying, all down the day
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk arabian thread
She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day
Eli, the barrowboy, when they found him
Dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in the river down the way
They laid his body down in a churchyard
But still when the moon is out, with his pushcart, he calls down the day
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
But still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day
On the Bus Mall
In matching blue raincoats,
our shoes were our show boats
we kicked around.
From stairway to station
we made a sensation
with the gadabout crowd.
And oh, what a bargain,
we’re two easy targets
for the old men at the off-tracks,
who’ve paid in palaver
and crumpled old dollars,
which we squirreled away
in our rat trap hotel by the freeway.
And we slept-in Sundays.
Your parents were anxious,
your cool was contagious
at the old school.
You left without leaving
a note for your grieving
sweet mother, while
your brother was so cruel.
And here in the alleys
your spirits were rallied
as you learned quick to make a fast buck.
In bathrooms and barrooms,
on dumpsters and heirlooms,
we bit our tongues.
Sucked our lips into our lungs
'til we were falling.
Such was our calling.
And here in our hollow we fuse like a family,
but I will not mourn for you.
So take up your makeup
and pocket your pills away.
We’re kings among runaways
on the bus mall.
We’re down
on the bus mall.
Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants
of the old town,
we reigned at the pool hall
with one iron cue ball
and we never let the bastards get us down.
And we laughed off the quick tricks--
the old men with limp dicks--
on the colonnades of the waterfront park.
As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring,
we huddled close
in the bus stop enclosure enfolding.
Our hands tightly holding.
But here in our hollow we fuse like a family,
but I will not mourn for you.
So take up your makeup
and pocket your pills away.
We’re kings among runaways
on the bus mall.
We’re down
on the bus mall.
We’re down
on the bus mall.
Down on the bus mall.
oh ooh oh
The Infanta
Here she comes in her palanquin
on the back of an elephant
on a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
all astride on her father's line
with the king and his concubines
and her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta
Among five score pachyderm
each canopied and passengered
sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
within sight of the baronness
seething spite for this live largesse
by her side sits the baron
her barrenness barbs her
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta
A phalanx on camelback
thirty ranks on a forward tack
followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
while behind in their coach, in fours
ride the wives of the king of Moors
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta
And as she sits upon her place
her innocence laid on her face
from all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
melodies rhapsodical and fair
and all our hearts afire
the sky ablaze with cannon fire
we all raise our voices to the air
to the air...
And above all this falderal
on a bed made of chaparral
she is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
and the babe, all in slumber dreams
of a place filled with quiet streams
and the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta
The Bleeding Heart Show
I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
It's taken magic to a primitive new place
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic
We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set
It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat
Next thing you know you are asleep in someone's lap
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic
We quit the room
Quit so our thoughts could rest
Rest them, I'll never move?
That's when we grab a hold
Of whatever it is we fell into
Lousy with your content
With what the majestic cannot find
In business of your lives
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels
These Are the Fables
in coral and gray
In submarine chambers
One day
It swam for the light
The jewels that lit
The cities that float there
Cities in circles drawn perfect complete
Holding the secrets on my street
My street, my street
So come in and play
The song of the siren
It's commonplace
You hear the voice rise
In one wave
And crash on your doorstep
Making the circle here perfect, complete
These are the fables on my street
Ten thousand dancing girls
Kicking cans 'cross the sky
No reason why
Why ask to pay yourself
For the call of the wild
You found this child
So raise him
And wind your back
Come back to the river
The currents speed by
And hope the men fear
The hammer comes down
So hard on the evening
Cracking the dawn of your
Days are repeat
These are fables on my street
My street, my street
Heaven shook Hell
And down from its pockets
The ring in your bell
It fell through your hands
Hang at your feet
The doors that won't open
Marking the journey of our friends complete
These are the fables of my street
My street
My street, my street
Lay down in glory, you're not alone
My street, my street
Lay down in glory, you're not alone
The Bones of an Idol
We're lit by a torch
As we kneel in the court of the king
As we sift through the bones of an idol
We dig for the bones of an idol
When the will is gone
'Cause something keeps turning us on
You hold up the cup
You've been searching for
Since you were young
When you still had the bones of an idol
If you still had the bones of an idol
You'd be long long gone
But something keeps turning you on
We cling to the raft we are missing
By half what we wanted
But we escaped with the bones of an idol
Escaped with the belt and the title
But our land is gone
And something keeps turning us on
Champagne Supernova by. Oasis
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky
Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova
'Cuz we don't believe
That they're gonna get away from the summer
But you and I will never die
The world's still spinning around we don't know why
Why-why-why-why-i-i
(guitar solo)
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova
'Cuz we don't believe
That they're gonna get away from the summer
But you and I will never die
The world's still spinning around we don't know why
Why-why-why-why-i-i
(a really long guitar solo)
(background - sounds like a bunch of "No"'s)
(birds chirping)
(more guitar)
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
We were getting high <-- 9 times, background "Oooh-oooh"
(Fades out 7th-9th times to just one "Oooh-oooh")
(Song gets really quiet, fades to a peaceful guitar solo.)
(Slow drum cadence behind a long held note with a peaceful pitch.)
(Last guitar solo behind the long note.)
All your dreams are made,
when you're chained to a mirror and a a razor-blade..
cool i like Oasis-it's just the two brothers, liam and whatever the other one is called.. they carry on so much.
Xray
Today ...
Your problems are not
Of blind belief
That is or means
Belief ain't enough, belief ain't enough
The oracle of your age
Point towards the word
Psychological
You may freeze
You may fear
You may wince
And not hear
You can sick at the heart
When I say
"God is one"
Does God the word
Make you reel
And I mean, real
But it isn't God the father son or holy one,
But the key to your age
Get it together, and listen
With all the books
On the shelf
All the wisdom
With all the books
On the shelf
All the wisdom
Socrates Pythagorus
Yin and bloody Yang
Hatha Yoga, Omm
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus
Old Testament and New
Libraries full of keys
Libraries full of keys
Where's your lock?
Socrates Pythagorus
Yin and bloody Yang
Hatha Yoga, Omm
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus
Old Testament and New
Libraries full of keys
Libraries full of keys
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus ...
-bf
Was my intention to take control again?
Somehow you got me on the ropes of my own plan
To turn up the volume and make you dance for me
Release some pressure so that I can turn and see
Spirit manifests as "She"
You set me soul free (you set my soul free)
Now every word that she speaks to me is pure gold
She set my soul free (she set my soul free)
She give me love, give me hope, give me strength to bear my faults for you
LFE
-Stephen c. Foster (sung by James Taylor, ‘Appalachian Journey’)
Let us pause in life’s pleasures to count its many tears
While we all sop sorrow with the poor:
There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh! Hard times, come again no more.
Chorus:
‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard times, hard times, come again no more:
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door,
Oh! Hard times, come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
These are frail forms fainting at the door:
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh! Hard times, come again no more.
‘Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
‘Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore,
‘Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh! Hard times, come again no more.
So much happened and I couldn't deny
That I broke your feelings with the way that I lied
So I do understand the reason you became so weak
Oh baby you're not half the person that you used to be
Brag your exploits down the telephone
While you scatter her images around our home
And it's strange how where you feel pride I felt only shame
I guess it's not unusual that I took all the blame
Did you feel as guilty when you whispered out my name?
They say it takes a while, to really mean goodbye
You say you feel confused, but I'm just feeling used
A year of misery, has left its mark on me
I should've left you when, I wanted to but then..
(It's never fair, it's never fair x2)
I wish I could remove, the things I put you through
There's nothing I could change, if we began again.
But you don't have to take
Any more, any more, any more, any more...
I guess I'm only half the person that you thought I'd be
I'm thinking of the time when you first said that you loved me
I'm feeling like I'm half the person that I ought to be