Good lyrics

[chelle]

Been enjoying the new Ray Lamontagne CD. This song is one of my favorites.

 

How Come

 

People on the street now

Faces long and grim

Souls are feeling heavy

And faith is growing thin

Fears are getting stronger

You can Feel them on the rise

Hopelessness got some by the throat you can see it in their eyes

I said how come

How come

Everybody on a shoestring

Everybody in a hole

Everybody crossing their fingers and toes

Government man spin his politics till he got you pinned

Everybody trying to reach out to each other

But they don't know where to begin

I said how come

I can't tell

the free world

from living hell

I said how come

How come

all I see

is a child of god

in misery

I said how come the pistol now as profit

The bullet some kind of lord and king

But pain is the only promise that this so called savior is going to bring

Love can be a liar

And justice can be a thief

And freedom can be an empty cup from which everybody want to drink

I said how come

I can't tell

the free world

from living hell

I said how come

How come

all i see

is a child of god

in misery

I said how come

Its just man killing man

Killing man

Killing man

Killing man

Killing man

I don't understand

Its just man killing man

[Dru]

Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity

This moment of honesty

The world'll feel my truths

Through my Hard Knock Life time

My Gift and The Curse

I gave you volume after volume of my work

So you can feel my truths

I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out

Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt

(Yall can't fill my shoes)

From my Blueprint beginnings

To that Black Album endin

Listen close you hear what i'm about

Nigga feel my truths

 

[Verse One]

When pop died

Didn't cry

Didn't know him that well

Between him doin Heroin

And me doin Crack sales

With that in the egg shell

Standin at the tabernacle

Rather the church

Pratendin to be hurt

Wouldn't work

So a smirk was all on my face

Like damn that mans face was just like my face

So pop i forgive you

For all the shit that i live through

It wasn't all your fault

Homie you got caught

And to the same game i fault

That Uncle Ray lost

My big brothers and so many others i saw

I'm just glad we got to see each other

Talk and re-meet each other

Save a place in Heaven

Til the next time we meet forever

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Two]

The music business hate me

Cause the industry ain't make me

Hustlers and boosters embrace me

And the music i be makin

I dump down for my audience

And double my dollars

They criticize me for it

Yet they all yell "Holla"

If skills sold

Truth be told

I'd probably be

Lyricly

Talib Kweli

Truthfully

I wanna rhyme like Common Sense

(But i did five Mil)

I ain't been rhymin like Common Sense

When your sense got that much in common

And you been hustlin since

Your inception

Fuck perception

Go with what makes sense

Since

I know what i'm up against

We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant

And i can't help the poor if i'm one of them

So i got rich and gave back

To me that's the win, win

The next time you see the homie and his rims spin

Just know my mind is workin just like them

(The rims that is)

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three]

My homie Sigel's on a tier

Where no tears should fall

Cause he was on the block where no squares get off

See in my inner circle all we do is ball

Til we all got triangles on our wall

He ain't just rappin for the platinum

Yall record

I recall

Cause i really been there before

Four scores and seven years ago

Prepared to flow

Prepare for war

I shall fear no man

You don't hear me though

These words ain't just paired to go

In one ear out the other ear

NO

YO

My balls and my word is alls i have

What you gonna do to me?

Nigga scars'll scab

What you gonna box me homie?

I can dodge and jab

Three shots couldn't touch me

Thank God for that

I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back

And the whole BK nigga holla back

 

[Chorus]

[Alpinfox]

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right

A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth

Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don’t start fights

And niggas always gotta high cap

Showin’ all his boys how he shot em

But real gangsta-ass niggas don’t flex nuts

Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em

And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta

Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep

Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7

Cuz real gangsta ass niggas don’t sleep

 

And all I gotta say to you

Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin’, pussy-eatin’ prankstas

Cuz when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

[Double_E]

Led Zeppelin -- Friends

 

Bright light almost blinding, black night still there shining,

I can't stop, keep on climbing, looking for what I knew.

 

Had a friend, she once told me, "You got love, you ain't lonely,"

Now she's gone and left me only looking for what I knew.

 

Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now,

Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just...

 

Met a man on the roadside crying, without a friend, there's no denying,

You're incomplete, they'll be no finding looking for what you knew.

 

So anytime somebody needs you, don't let them down, although it grieves you,

Some day you'll need someone like they do, looking for what you knew.

 

Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now,

Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just...

[John Frieh]

[Verse 1]

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William

his primary concern, was making a million

being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams

a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen

nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen

she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober

her sons heart simultaneously grew colder

he started hanging out selling bags in the projects

checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects

he was fascinated by material objects

but he understood money never bought respect

he build a reputation cuz he could hustle and steal

but got locked once it didn't hessitate to squeal

so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal

I dont project my insurecurity's at other people

he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles

so he felt he had to proof to everyone he was evil

a fever minded young man with infinite potetial

the product of a ghetto ... capatalistic mental

coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed

but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

 

[Hook]

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences

you propably only did a month for minor offences

ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance

but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced

dance forever with the devil on a code cell block

but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock

devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

 

[Verse 2]

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do

he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew

starting fights over little shit, up on the block

stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock

working overtime for making money for the crack spot

hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine

for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

tired of the block niggaz treating him the same

he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs

but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love

they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs

any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs

any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood

even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club

but only a real thug can stab someone till they die

standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes

Billy realized that these men were well guarded

and they wanted to test him, before business started

suggested raping a bitch to proof he was cold hearted

so now he had a choice between going back to his life

or making money with made men, up in the cife

his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be

and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3]

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining

smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment

untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone

three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her

walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her

they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor

this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw

so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair

and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there

she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs

they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground

screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around

the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts

so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw

the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing

they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving

blood leaking through the corpse, she cried silently

and then they all proceeded to rape her violently

Billy was meant to go first, but he ????? turn

ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned

a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned

when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos

one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two

they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through

and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead

and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

 

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)

I'm falling and I can't turn back

I'm falling and I can't turn back

 

[Verse 4]

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice

and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

but what he saw made him start the cringine studder

cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother

she looked back at him and cried, cuz he had forsaken her

she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate

his corruption had succesfully changed his fate

and he remembered how his mom used to come home late

working hard for nothing, cuz now what was he worth

he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

and crying out to the sky cuz he was lonely and scared

but only the devil responded, cuz god wasn't there

and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it

after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

and listen cuz the story that I'm telling is true

cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to

and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe

he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked

white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted

you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted

and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

because the dance with the devil might last you forever

[John Frieh]

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster

That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster

Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter

A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster

I-C-E cold, nice to be old

Y2G steed twice to threefold

He sold scrolls, lo and behold

Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told

Keep your glory, gold and glitter

For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture

The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta

Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor

Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare

When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'

It's like they know what's 'bout to happen

Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'

Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it

And can they testify from inner spirit

In living, the true gods

Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads

Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'

And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords

Or even one with two blades on it

Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it

It's like the end to the means

Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends

That's why he brings his own needles

And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..

Slip like Freudian

Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion

(Humming)

When he had the mic you don't go next

Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex

Exercise index won't need Boflex

And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

[ChrisT]

at least chelle was good enough to credit the author of the lyrics

[b-rock]

Hey hey hey all you girls in these

Industrial towns

I know you’re prob’ly gettin’ tired

Of all the local clowns

They never give you no respect

They never treat you nice

So perhaps you oughta try

A little friendly advice

And be a crew slut

Hey, you’ll love it

Be a crew slut

It’s a way of life

Be a crew slut

See the world

Don’t make a fuss, just get on the bus

Crew slut

Add water makes it’s own sauce

Be a crew slut

So you don’t forget, call before midnite tonite

The boys in the crew

Are just waiting for you

You never to get move around

You never go nowhere

I know yer prob’ly gettin’ tired

Of all the guys out there

You always wondered what it’s like

To go from place to place

So, darlin’, take a little ride

On the mixer’s face

Be a crew slut

Just follow the magic footprints

Be a crew slut

Hey, you’ll love it!

Be a crew slut

It’s a way of life

I ain’t gonna squash it

And you don’t need to wash it!

Crew slut

Hey, I’ll buy you a pizza

Crew slut

Of course I’ll introduce you to warren

The boys in the crew

Are only waiting for you

- FZ

[John Frieh]

at least chelle was good enough to credit the author of the lyrics

 

That me free stylin' on the key board (I wish).

 

Post 1 is Immortal Technique off his first album Revolutionary Vol. 1. Immortal makes Rage Against the Machine look soft with his lyrics... he is so politically active that the opening on his second album (Revolutionary Vol 2) is preformed by Mumia Abu-Jamal live from death row. Voted best NY underground MC in 2003.

 

Post 2 is MF DOOM killing it on the Madvillain: Madvillainy album he put out this year on Stones Throw records. MF currently raps under the aliases Viktor Vaughn, King Geedorah, and is in bands KMD, Madvillain (with Madlib doing the beats), MF DOOM/MF Grimm (beats), and a few other side projects. This year alone MF put out 4 albums (MF DOOM: MM FOOD, MF DOOM: MM Leftovers, Viktor Vaugh: Venomous Villain [VV:2] and Madvillain: Madvillainy) ... any one of these tops any mainstream shit out there... past or present. Look for at least 2 of MF's albums in even mainstream critics top 10 lists for the year.

 

If you want a CD copy of either of these (or other stuff) shoot me a pm… I hook ya up sucka!

[Alasdair]

Down down, you bring me down

I hear you knocking at my door and I can't sleep at night

Your face, it has no place

No room for you inside my house I need to be alone

 

Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you

I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do

 

Turn turn, I wish you'd learn

There's a time and place for everything I've got to get it through

Cut loose, you're no use

I couldn't stand another second in your company

 

Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you

I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do

 

Stone me, why can't you see

You're a no-one nowhere washed up baby who'd look better dead

 

Your tongue is far too long

I don't like the way it sucks and slurps upon my every word

 

Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you

I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do

 

I am the resurrection and I am the light

I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like

 

I am the resurrection and I am the light

I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like

[KaskadskyjKozak]

Bright light almost blinding, black night still there shining,

I can't stop, keep on climbing, looking for what I knew.

 

Had a friend, she once told me, "You got love, you ain't lonely,"

Now she's gone and left me only looking for what I knew.

 

Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now,

Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just...

 

Met a man on the roadside crying, without a friend, there's no denying,

You're incomplete, they'll be no finding looking for what you knew.

 

So anytime somebody needs you, don't let them down, although it grieves you,

Some day you'll need someone like they do, looking for what you knew.

 

Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now,

Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just...

 

Great song to play on an acoustic guitar... funky tuning though...

[bigwalling]

13. Payback

 

You need to take a closer look at me

Cause I was born to be the thorn in your side

No matter what you think you're gonna see

You never wanted this barrage of fucking pride

You don't want none of me

 

You've got a fucking catheter in your brain

Pissing your common sense away

When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight

For my own peace of mind - I'm going to

Tear your fucking eyes out

Rip your fucking flesh off

Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass

Fuck you and your progress

Watch me fucking regress

You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing

Payback's a bitch motherfucker

 

You only live to be a parasite

Your life must suck when nothing's going your way

Everything melts away before your eyes

You're just a punk that doesn't have the sense to get away

Get the fuck away

 

You've got a fucking catheter in your brain

Pissing your common sense away

When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight

For my own peace of mind - I'm going to

Tear your fucking eyes out

Rip your fucking flesh off

Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass

Fuck you and your progress

Watch me fucking regress

You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing

Payback's a bitch motherfucker

 

I will never become your fucking scapegoat

I don't know how it feels to come up short

I only want vengeance

To come shining down on me

I don't want you to die

Before I get the chance to kill you myself

 

You've got a fucking catheter in your brain

Pissing your common sense away

This is for the mindfuck

This is for the hell of it

This is for me- I'm going to

Tear your fucking eyes out

Rip your fucking flesh off

Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass

Fuck you and your progress

Watch me fucking regress

You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing

Tear your fucking eyes out

Rip your fucking flesh off

Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass

Fuck you and your progress

Watch me fucking regress

You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing

Now you're nothing

[Bogen]

Light as the Breeze, Leonard Cohen

 

She stands before you naked

you can see it, you can taste it,

and she comes to you light as the breeze.

Now you can drink it or you can nurse it,

it don't matter how you worship

as long as you're

down on your knees.

 

So I knelt there at the delta,

at the alpha and the omega,

at the cradle of the river and the seas.

And like a blessing come from heaven

for something like a second

I was healed and my heart

was at ease.

 

O baby I waited

so long for your kiss

for something to happen,

oh something like this.

 

And you're weak and you're harmless

and you're sleeping in your harness

and the wind going wild

in the trees,

and it ain't exactly prison

but you'll never be forgiven

for whatever you've done

with the keys.

 

O baby I waited ...

 

It's dark now and it's snowing

O my love I must be going,

The river has started to freeze.

And I'm sick of pretending

I'm broken from bending

I've lived too long on my knees.

 

Then she dances so graceful

and your heart's hard and hateful

and she's naked

but that's just a tease.

And you turn in disgust

from your hatred and from your love

and she comes to you

light as the breeze.

 

O baby I waited ...

 

There's blood on every bracelet

you can see it, you can taste it,

and it's Please baby

please baby please.

And she says, Drink deeply, pilgrim

but don't forget there's still a woman

beneath this

resplendent chemise.

 

So I knelt there at the delta,

at the alpha and the omega,

I knelt there like one who believes.

And the blessings come from heaven

and for something like a second

I'm cured and my heart

is at ease

[ChrisT]

*sigh*

[Dru]

Neil Young

 

"T-Bone"

 

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

 

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Ain't got no T-Bone

 

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

 

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

T-Bone

 

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

No T-Bone

 

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

 

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

 

Ain't got no T-Bone

 

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Ain't got no T-Bone

 

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Got mashed potatoes

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

Ain't got no T-Bone

 

[Double_E]

Kiss my aura, Dora

-Zappa

[selkirk]

I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.

I sleep all night. I work all day.

 

Mounties : He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.

He sleeps all night and he works all day.

 

I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.

I go to the lavatory.

On Wednesdays I go shoppin'

And have buttered scones for tea.

 

 

Mounties: He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.

He goes to the lavatory.

On Wednesdays he goes shopping

And has buttered scones for tea.

 

Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay.

I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day.

 

I cut down trees. I skip and jump.

I like to press wild flowers.

I put on women's clothing

And hang around in bars.

 

Mounties : He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.

He likes to press wild flowers.

He puts on women's clothing

And hangs around in bars?!

 

Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay.

I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day.

 

I cut down trees. I wear high heels,

Suspendies, and a bra.

I wish I'd been a girlie,

Just like my dear Mama (or Papa in later versions)

 

 

Mounties : He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,

Suspendies, and a bra?!

 

Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay.

I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day.

 

Yes, I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) ok-a-y.

I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day.

 

Lumberjack can also be substituted with canadian

[Ireneo_Funes]

You just can't beat Leonard Cohen.

 

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed

Everybody knows that the war is over

Everybody knows the good guys lost

Everybody knows the fight was fixed

The poor stay poor, the rich get rich

That's how it goes

Everybody knows

 

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking

Everybody knows that the captain lied

Everybody got this broken feeling

Like their father or their dog just died

 

Everybody talking to their pockets

Everybody wants a box of chocolates

And a long stem rose

Everybody knows

 

[ChrisT]

You just can't beat B. Dylan either

 

It's alright Ma (I'm only Bleeding)

 

Darkness at the break of noon

Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child's balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying.

 

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn

From the fool's gold mouthpiece

The hollow horn plays wasted words

Proves to warn

That he not busy being born

Is busy dying.

 

Temptation's page flies out the door

You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar

You feel to moan but unlike before

You discover

That you'd just be

One more person crying.

 

So don't fear if you hear

A foreign sound to your ear

It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

 

As some warn victory, some downfall

Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

To make all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don't hate nothing at all

Except hatred.

 

Disillusioned words like bullets bark

As human gods aim for their mark

Made everything from toy guns that spark

To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It's easy to see without looking too far

That not much

Is really sacred.

 

While preachers preach of evil fates

Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates

Goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States

Sometimes must have

To stand naked.

 

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged

It's only people's games that you got to dodge

And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

 

Advertising signs that con you

Into thinking you're the one

That can do what's never been done

That can win what's never been won

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you.

 

You lose yourself, you reappear

You suddenly find you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near

When a trembling distant voice, unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear

That somebody thinks

They really found you.

 

A question in your nerves is lit

Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy

Insure you not to quit

To keep it in your mind and not fergit

That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to.

 

Although the masters make the rules

For the wise men and the fools

I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

 

For them that must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be

Nothing more than something

They invest in.

 

While some on principles baptized

To strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise

Outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize

And then say God bless him.

 

While one who sings with his tongue on fire

Gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society's pliers

Cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole

That he's in.

 

But I mean no harm nor put fault

On anyone that lives in a vault

But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

 

Old lady judges watch people in pairs

Limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals, insult and stare

While money doesn't talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares

Propaganda, all is phony.

 

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer's pride, security

It blows the minds most bitterly

For them that think death's honesty

Won't fall upon them naturally

Life sometimes

Must get lonely.

 

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards

False gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I have had enough

What else can you show me?

 

And if my thought-dreams could be seen

They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

[Dru]

Black Wings

(Tom Waits/K. Brennan)

Take an eye for an eye

Take a tooth for a tooth

Just like they say in the Bible

Never leave a trace or forget a face

Of any man at the table

When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger

Sharp enough to draw blood from a stone

He rides through your dreams on a coach

And horses and the fence posts

In the midnight look like bones

 

Well they've stopped trying to hold him

With mortar, stone and chain

He broke out of every prison

Boots mount the staircase

The door is flung back open

He's not there for he has risen

He's not there for he has risen

 

Well he once killed a man with a guitar string

He's been seen at the table with kings

Well he once saved a baby from drowning

There are those who say beneath his coat there are wings

Some say they fear him

Others admire him

Because he steals his promise

One look in his eye

Everyone denies

Ever having met him

Ever having met him

 

He can turn himself into a stranger

Well they broke a lot of canes on his hide

he was born away in a cornfield

A fever beats in his head like a drum inside

Some say they fear him

Others admire him

Because he steals his promise

One look in his eye

Everyone denies

Ever having met him

Ever having met him

[Bogen]

Neil Young "T-Bone"

 

 

I couldn't believe this was a real song...

 

Just Another Line in the Field of Time

 

Neil Young News

 

Neil Young's lyrics have always been deceptively simple yet intricately complex. It is this simple complexity which make Young's lyrics so intriguing. Many argue that Neil is no Bob Dylan and this is quite true. Where Dylan's lyrics are often downright inscrutable yielding innumerable interpretations, Young's can sometimes border on trite and cliche or even downright silly.

 

I never understood the cult following this guy has. Is it a celebration of the "downright silly," or what?

 

Here is another of my favorites, though you would need to hear Sarah Brightman sing it to get the full effect. I don't know who wrote it, it's from a musical in the 30's or something. I used to sing this to my kids at bedtime, when they were young enough to like that sort of thing.

 

 

Dreamers have mountains they will climb

There are dreamers who don't believe in time

Only dreamers have worlds where they can fly far away.

 

Certain dreamers have kingdoms they will build,

Filled with treasures and dragons to be killed

Only dreamers have wings with which to fly far away.

 

 

Some people dream of being rich,

While others dream of being tall

And there are people who don't dream at all.

 

 

Dreamers have shooting stars they chase,

There are others with nightmares they must face.

Sometimes dreamers are forced to leave their dreams far away.

 

 

And there are people who don't dream at all.

 

 

Sometimes you need to take the time

To find treasures and mountains we can climb.

And maybe we dream to change the way that we feel,

'Cause to dreamers the real world can be unreal.

[Alasdair]

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I think I did it again

I made you believe we're more than just friends

Oh baby

It might seem like a crush

But it doesn't mean that I'm serious

'Cause to lose all my senses

That is just so typically me

Oh baby, baby

 

CHORUS:

Oops!...I did it again

I played with your heart, got lost in the game

Oh baby, baby

Oops!...You think I'm in love

That I'm sent from above

I'm not that innocent

 

You see my problem is this

I'm dreaming away

Wishing that heroes, they truly exist

I cry, watching the days

Can't you see I'm a fool in so many ways

But to lose all my senses

That is just so typically me

Baby, oh

 

Repeat CHORUS

 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

"All aboard"

"Britney, before you go, there's something I want you to have"

"Oh, it's beautiful, but wait a minute, isn't this...?"

"Yeah, yes it is"

"But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end"

"Well baby, I went down and got it for you"

"Oh, you shouldn't have"

 

Oops!...I did it again to your heart

Got lost in this game, oh baby

Oops!...You think that I'm sent from above

I'm not that innocent

[Bogen]

I know I may come off quiet, may come off shy

But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy

What's practical, what's logical, what the hell who cares

All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there

 

I'm a slaaaaaaaaaaave for you

I cannot hold it, I cannot control it

I'm a slaaaaaaaaaaave for you

I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it

 

Baby, don't you wanna dance up on me (I just want to dance next to you), to another time and place

Oh baby, don't you wanna dance up on me (Are you ready?),

Leaving behind my name and age

[sobo]

We're Knights of the Round Table.

We dance whene'er we're able.

We do routines and chorus scenes

With footwork impeccable.

We dine well here in Camelot.

We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.

 

We're Knights of the Round Table.

Our shows are formidable,

But many times we're given rhymes

That are quite unsingable.

We're opera mad in Camelot.

We sing from the diaphragm a lot.

 

In war we're tough and able,

Quite indefatigable.

Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable.

It's a busy life in Camelot.

 

I have to push the pram a lot.

 

[glacier]

Jim White

 

"Handcuffed To A Fence In Mississippi"

 

I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi.

My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss.

I see flying squirrels and nightmares of stigmata.

Then awakening to find my Trans-Am gone.

Still, I'm feeling pretty good about the future.

Yeah, everything is peaches but the cream.

I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,

where things is always better than they seem.

Things is always better than they seem.

I see the guitar that my cousin played in prison,

floating with the tv in the swimming pool.

I'm calling for the owner of the motel,

then noticing the bloodstain on the door.

I'm reaching for the shoes under the bushes,

just in time to hear the sirens sing.

I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,

where things is always better than they seem.

Things is always better than they seem.

You know freedom's just a stupid superstition,

'cause life's a highway that you travel blind.

It's true that having fun's a terminal addiction.

What good is happiness, when it's just a state of mind?

For in the prison of perpetual emotion,

we're all shackled to the millstone of our dreams.

Me, I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,

where things is always better than they seem.

Things are always better than they seem.