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Post by glenn on Oct 10, 2006 14:48:25 GMT -6
Sabrina:
I just discovered Antje Duvekot and Solas -- the band that most often performs her work. Solas is usually found in the Celtic or Irish folk section, but the musicians who play in Solas are all classically trained and very versatile in their skills.
Antje Duvekot writes very interesting lyrics that have been put into hauntingly beautiful arrangements by Solas. I just bought the Solas Reunion: Tens Years of Solas CD/DVD set, and I have been playing it non-stop for days. Great stuff!
I believe Solas records mainly out of Philadelphia and plays small venues like university campuses and library auditoriums. Small fan base but incredible music.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 12, 2006 15:59:37 GMT -6
Anouk  Pictures On Your SkinThere's gonna be a yellow moon tonight Don't leave the light on Beads of sweat running down my face You can catch them with your tongue Colours run up and down your body Every time you move Every time, every time Every Time you move When I kiss the pictures on your skin Make me shiver with the fire Let me kiss the pictures on your skin A pair of eyes that stare across the room watching you breathing Magic signs scratched inside a heart Filled with your name Colours run up and down your body Every time you move Every time, every time Every Time you move When I kiss the pictures on your skin Make me shiver with the fire Let me kiss the pictures on your skin The reds, the blues, the greens and the greys All bleed their colours through a sweaty haze And we slide like a serpent on silky sheets and that twist and turn Forever and ever and ever Soft as a butterfly, stings like a bee Soft as a butterfly, stings like a bee Colours run up and down your body Every time you move Every time, every time Every Time you move When I kiss the pictures on your skin Make me shiver with the fire Let me kiss the pictures on your skin |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 12, 2006 16:04:00 GMT -6
Death Cab For Cutie  I Will Follow You Into The DarkLove of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love" So I never went back If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry about Cause we'll hold each other soon The blackest of rooms If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark Then I'll follow you into the dark |
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 13, 2006 4:48:28 GMT -6
Mr Harris - Aimee MannSo he's retired lives with his sister in a furnished flat. He's got this suit that he'll never wear outside without a hat. His hair is white but he looks half his age. He looks like Jimmy Stewart in his younger days. And honestly, I might be stupid to think love is love but I do and you've waited so long and I've waited long enough for you. My mother's calling from where she's living up in Troy, Vermont. She tries to tell me a father figure must be what I want I've always thought age made no difference. Am I the only one to whom that's making sense? And honestly, I might be stupid to think love is love but I do and you've waited so long and I've waited long enough for you. The day I met him he was raking leaves in his tiny yard. Of course I know that we've only got ten years or twenty left but to be honest I'm happy with whatever time we get Depending on whichever book you read sometimes it takes a lifetime to get what you need. And honestly, I might be stupid to think love is love but I do and you've waited so long and I've waited long enough for you. www.aimeemann.com/
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 15, 2006 19:47:17 GMT -6
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Song: Uninvited
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepard meet shepard
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
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Post by glenn on Oct 16, 2006 12:40:42 GMT -6
Here is another song by Alanis Morissette that I like: Thank Uhow bout getting off these antibiotics how bout stopping eating when I'm full up how bout them transparent dangling carrots how bout that ever elusive kudo thank you india thank you terror thank you disillusionment thank you frailty thank you consequence thank you thank you silence how bout me not blaming you for everything how bout me enjoying the moment for once how bout how good it feels to finally forgive you how bout grieving it all one at a time thank you india thank you terror thank you disillusionment thank you frailty thank you consequence thank you thank you silence the moment I let go of it was the moment I got more than I could handle the moment I jumped off of it was the moment I touched down how bout no longer being masochistic how bout remembering your divinity how bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out how bout not equating death with stopping thank you india thank you providence thank you disillusionment thank you nothingness thank you clarity thank you thank you silence www.alanis.com/main.html |
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 17, 2006 11:30:05 GMT -6
Democracy - Leonard Cohen.
It's coming through a hole in the air,
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.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 17, 2006 16:42:04 GMT -6
This isn't a lyric, but a dedication, spoken as part of the Eulogy for Ronnie Van Zant at his funeral (he was from the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd)  "A brief candle; both ends burning An endless mile; a bus wheel turning A friend to share the lonesome times A handshake and a sip of wine So say it loud and let it ring We are all a part of everything The future, present and the past Fly on proud bird You're free at last." |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 19, 2006 1:24:42 GMT -6
There's something about connecting with a song, which simply describes how you feel or gives a better insight of where we are, why we are.. how we came to be - as we're known to our friends and more deeply, too ourselves.
This song, would be one of those ( for myself ).
KILLING HEIDI
"Outside Of Me"
Always were out of time, the action makes you smile...
When your hands are by your sides.
Feed the tree that you love, a light
comes from above, then it fades before your eyes.
Do you see it? Do you feel it? Well I mean it...
Your right outside of me didn't seem to care.
Well you had your hold on me - you know it's not fair.
Make it last for the time, keep it with your eyes
Yeah it's you they're thinking of.
Making it last for the while - turns into a style...
When you feed the tree you love.
Do you feel it? Do you see it? Well I mean it..
[Chorus]
You wake up, you take up, you pace round, you're spaced out,
You're taken up with what you see.
One more time - what you see, say it's not fair.
[Chorus]
It's not fair. |
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Post by rrw on Oct 20, 2006 14:48:26 GMT -6
I have got to admit that I am at 58 years old embarrassed because I didn't know who Captain Beefheart was. One of my students from last semester turned me on to him. I believe the lyrics are his.
Long Neck Bottles
Woman like long neck bottles
And a big head on her beer
I don't like to talk about my women
But I hold that woman dear
Well, one night she got to drinking
Got out and shot up the town
I'll be damned if she didn't
Bring an airplane down
I don't like to talk about my women
But this one sure could chug'em down
One night she started drinking
Down by the river
She tied up the river
And back the ocean down
I don't like to talk about none of my women
But this one sure could hold her long neck bottle beer down
When she walks into a bar
They set'em up and get right out of town
'Cuz she pick'em up a'plenty
And lay a lot of them down
Woman like long neck bottles
And a big head on her beer
Now you got that down
You got that down
Well, one night she got to drinking
Got out and shot up the town
I'll be damned if she didn't
Bring an airplane down
I don't like to talk about my women
But this one sure could chug'em down
I don't like to talk about my women
But this one sure could chug'em down
I don't like to talk about none of my women
But I'm going to do it anyway
Then I'm going to get
Right out of town.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 17:02:49 GMT -6
Coheed & Cambria
Three Evils (Embodied In Love And Shadow)
Across the floor in the hand of where we drove the drill
a cautious ear to the mouth of your confession
think of all the things we put him through
in the face of his god would he tell the truth?
still recorded were the words that dribbled out his kiss
when eyes go blind in this man of what could once become
sever the limbs off his torso in sleep
and burn what remains so the world may now see
no longer...will we wait for your answers
back to the hell where you've come from
think of all the times you've once had
write them in a letter that says goodbye
you'll listen to reason while you're face down in the dirt
you'll stomach the hurt and break for him here just how much he's worth
slowly discarded were the remains of his lonely youth
among the alley where the dwellers scare to notice
picture a young boy in pieces and streets with leveled malfunctions
no name to be called redeemer
We'll fix him restore him...with the love is no other
think of all the things you did before
write them in a letter that says reborn
you'll listen to reason while you're face down in the dirt
you'll stomach the hurt and break for him here just how much he's worth
following you across the interstate walking away...I'll fire on
following you across the interstate walking away...I'll fire on
following you across the interstate walking away...I'll fire on
on the wrong way out
on the causeway to neverwhere
on the wrong way out
on the causeway to neverwhere
on the wrong way out
on the causeway to neverwhere
dear my friends in the time we've spent forever after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?
dear my friends in the time we've spent forever after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...forever you will learn
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 17:05:07 GMT -6
rrw - found this and thought, perhaps it might be of interest to you. Soul
~ Don Van Vliet (born Don Glen Vliet on January 15, 1941 in Glendale, California) is a painter and retired musician, best known by the pseudonym Captain Beefheart. His musical work was mainly conducted with a rotating assembly of musicians called the Magic Band, which was active from the mid-1960s through to the early 1980s. Van Vliet was chiefly a singer, but was also a capable harmonica player, and occasionally played noisy, untrained free jazz-influenced saxophone and keyboards. His compositions are characterized by their odd mixtures of shifting time signatures and by their surreal lyrics, while Van Vliet himself is noted for his dictatorial approach to his musicians and for his enigmatic relationship with the public.
Van Vliet joined the newly forming Magic Band in 1965, quickly taking over as bandleader. Their early output was rooted in blues and rock music, but Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band gradually adopted a more experimental approach. 1969 saw the release of their best known album, Trout Mask Replica, which was produced by Van Vliet's former schoolmate Frank Zappa and is today regarded as a groundbreaking and influential masterpiece.[1] Van Vliet released several further albums throughout the 1970s, his group beset by shifting line-ups and a lack of commercial success. Towards the end of that decade he settled with a group of younger musicians, and his three final albums, released between 1978 and 1982, all received critical acclaim. Van Vliet's legacy is one of poor record sales, despite a devoted following, but his influence on later punk and New Wave music and other genres and musicians has been described as "incalculable".[2]
Since the end of his musical career around 1982, Van Vliet has made few public appearances, preferring a quiet life in his Mojave Desert home, and he has concentrated on a career in painting. His interest in art dates back to a childhood talent for sculpting, and his work—employing what has been surmised as a "neo-primitive abstract-expressionist aesthetic"[3]—has received some international recognition. He is reportedly suffering from the chronic illness multiple sclerosis. Several of Van Vliet's former band members recently reformed as a group, and toured as The Magic Band from 2003 to 2006. ~
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Post by rrw on Oct 21, 2006 8:16:54 GMT -6
Thanks, Soul for the information. That is so nice of you. I've been having a rather bizarre experience with Beefheart. Let me share the experience with you and see what you think:
I told my American Horror Film class that I was a big Howlin' Wolf freak. One of the kids asked me about him so I turned the student on to some of his tunes. Anyway, he comes back with a burnt copy of Beefheart's greatest hits, who I had heard of mostly because of Frank Zappa. Anyway, I had the CD laying around the office for awhile and got to listening to it. Man, it blew me away! particularly the song Long Neck Bottles. I started sharing it with all my colleagues, especially the guitar player I uesd to play with in a blues band.
We have this thing we do each year called The Cool Cats Concert and I thought we might use it for that, but it seemed like a little too difficult for me and the guitar player so I decided not to. Anyway I kept listening to it and eventually got my harp out and tried learning the harmonica solo.
Flash back to last week.
I decided I wanted to buy a new hat (I collect hats) so I went to this store I always go to to pick one out. They had a black top hat which looked pretty cool, but I was having a hard time finding one that fit right. Anyway finally found one, bought it and went back home.
I started playing the harmonica to the Beefheart tune and one of our students who plays bass heard me and said that I sounded really good. He also said that the piece wasn't as difficult as Ithought and that he could learn it on the bass. So I got the lyrics and started working out the song and the harmonica solo.
Anyway, I got curious and decided to look up some pictures of Beefheart on Google. Low and behold there are all these pictures of him in concert and guess what? He's wearing a stove pipe top hat like the one I just bought! Now I'm not one of those real big spiritual nuts, but this sure said to me that I was suppose to do this song for our concert. We start working on it next week.
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Post by glenn on Oct 21, 2006 11:14:54 GMT -6
Interesting lyrics and commentary.
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Post by glenn on Oct 21, 2006 11:16:14 GMT -6
Russian Roulette by Van Morrison
Take it or leave it I've heard it been said
All this Spring fever's just way over my head
Stealing my moments, taking up all my time
It's playing Russian Roulette with my mind
It's none of my business baby just what's going on
I'm not going to wait till somebody throws me a bone
I'm way out on a limb now, and nothing seems to rhyme
It's playing Russian Roulette with my mind
I think that you've caught on, that you've been used and all
I'm going down New Orleans, I've got to see Dr. John
Got my mojo working everything will be fine
Stop playing Russian Roulette with my mind
It's not easy baby when everything starts getting out of control
Hang on your hat now, hang on to your soul
Don't worry baby, I wanna throw you the line
They're playing Russian Roulette with your mind
Too many hustlers, I've been here before
None of them really know just who that you are
Everything gets contracted and space gets confined
They're playing Russian Roulette with your mind
They're playing Russian Roulette
They're playing Russian Roulette
They're playing Russian Roulette with your mind
They're playing Russian Roulette
They're playing Russian Roulette
They're playing Russian Roulette with your mind
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 21, 2006 13:12:27 GMT -6
Running On Empty - Jackson Browne
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I dont know where Im running now, Im just running on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But Im running behind
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I dont know when that road turned onto the road Im on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But Im running behind
Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I dont know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, thatll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I dont know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But Im running behind
Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
Id love to stick around but Im running behind
You know I dont even know what Im hoping to find
Running into the sun but Im running behind
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Post by glenn on Oct 22, 2006 13:36:23 GMT -6
Who Has Seen The Wind?
by Joni Mitchell
Who has seen the wind
Scalloping the sea
Or gliding like a swallow
Over villages and trees?
"I have," said the willow
And I begged him please to stay
But he went away
He went on his own one day.
And I sing, "One love have I"
And he sings "Now it's good-bye"
And I sing, "Part of me dies
Until I see you again."
Who has seen the sun
Through a parasol of leaves
Through scattered ruby cloud fires
Through the silver wings of bees?
"I have," said the waters
And I held his face to mine,
But he left in time
He went in his own good time.
Who has seen the stranger
In a coat of simple brown
With his face of many faces
With his eyes turned out of town?
I have, and I kissed him
And I begged him please to stay
But he went away
With the sun and the wind away.
Copyright © 1967; by Gandalf Publishing, owned by Siquomb Publishing
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Post by glenn on Oct 23, 2006 11:16:30 GMT -6
Youth of a Thousand Summers
by Van Morrison
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul. in my soul, in my soul
In my soul. in my soul. in my soul
And he looks so radiant
And he shines like the sun
And he looks so radiant
And he lights up the world
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Yeah, love it, yeah, love it
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
He's the king of the mountain
And the clear crystal fountain
He's the saint of the river
He's the ancient of days
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And he makes you go skipping
And he makes you go dancing
And he gets you in rhythm
And he moves you in song
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Oh, in my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And a sweet bird of youth
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 23, 2006 22:20:16 GMT -6
rrw - what an awesome experience to have had
Wish I was closer at hand, so that I could hear you play. I will have to find some of his music for myself and have a good long listen, as I'm always up for more musical experiences.
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 23, 2006 22:24:46 GMT -6
- NightWish -
- Sleeping Sun -
The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my nights
A truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime
I wish for this night-time to last for a life-time
The darkness around me - shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you
Sorrow has a human heart
From my God it will depart
I`d sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go
222 days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet`s play
Until there`s nothing left to say
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 26, 2006 1:58:10 GMT -6
Stumbled across this, quite accidently the other evening while looking for another band entirely, but it aptly describes exactly how I have been feeling the last few weeks. Artist: Linkin Park Lyrics
Song: Somewhere I Belong Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I had nothing to say
and i get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(i was confused)
and i live it all out to find, but im not the only person wit these things in mind
(inside of me)
but all that they can see the words revealed
is the only real thing that i got left to feel
(nothing to lose)
just stuck hollow and alone
and the fault is my own and the fault is my own
[Chorus]
i wanna heal i wanna feel what i thought was never real
i wanna let go of the pain ive felt so long.
erase all the pain til its gone
i wanna heal i wanna feel like im close to something real.
i wanna find something ive wanted all along
somewhere i belong
and i got nothing to say. i cant believe i didnt fall right down on my face
(i was confused)
look at everywhere only to find.
it is not the way i had imagined it all in my mind.
(so what am i)
what do i have but negativity
cuz i cant trust no one by the way everyone is looking at me
(nothing to lose)
nothing to gain im hollow and alone
and the fault is my own
and the fault is my own
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 3] (Chester)
I will never know myself until i do this on my own
cuz i will never feel anything else until my wounds are healed
i will never be anything til i break away from me
i will break away. ill find myself today
[repeat chorus]
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Post by rrw on Oct 28, 2006 12:51:07 GMT -6
rrw - what an awesome experience to have had Wish I was closer at hand, so that I could hear you play. I will have to find some of his music for myself and have a good long listen, as I'm always up for more musical experiences. Soul I don't know where you're at but Beefheart shouldn't be too hard to find. If you're rally interested in the blues you should also checkout Howlin' Wolf. Me and the guys will probably record the 6 songs we plan to do for this show/ I'll send you a copy when it's done. |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 29, 2006 14:14:17 GMT -6
* these are lyrics, but the lead singer in the band speaks them rather than singing. It's highly effective *
Stone Sour - Omega
What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...
We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?
Wind down inside adivistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste
What the fuck is all this for?
What the hells going on?
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but lets move on...shall we?
Say, youre me and Im you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Havent felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot again
Thats where you go when theres no one else around
Its just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Classified my ass, thats a fucking secret and you know it
Government is another way to say...better...than...you...
Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick
Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck
Fascism you can vote for...isnt that sweet
And were all gonna die some day, cause thats the american way
And Ive drunk to much and said to little
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...
See whats happening
Shut up
Fuck you, fuck you
Im sorry I could go on and on
But its time to move on...so...
Remember..
Youre a wreck
An accident, forget the freak youre just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in then end everything we do...
Is just everything weve done
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Post by DavidMc on Nov 8, 2006 11:00:25 GMT -6
Jealous Guy - John Lennon.
I was dreaming of the past.
And my heart was beating fast,
I began to lose control,
I began to lose control,
I didn't mean to hurt you,
I'm sorry that I mad you cry,
I didn't want to hurt you,
I'm just a jealous guy,
I was feeling insecure,
You night not love me any more,
I was shivering inside,
I was shivering inside,
I was trying to catch your eyes,
Thought that you were trying to hide,
I was swallowing my pain,
I was swallowing my pain.
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Post by bichsa on Nov 20, 2006 20:18:21 GMT -6
KATIE MELUA LYRICS
"I Do Believe In Love"
They say we never landed on the moon
There's no wind there, they assume
I guess conspiracies are nothing new,
But I'm sure I've been there with you.
And I don't believe that in space
The only life is here on earth
How could we be the only race
That loves and hates 'til death from birth?
But I do believe in love,
Though I should never rely on love
Nothing else excites me,
But loving you.
Is it true a politician's heart
Can rust away and fall apart?
I guess it must be hard,
It must be hard,
To know what's good
and to know what's easy
You might think it's strange,
For all my wild ideas,
But I do not believe that change,
Can ever happen without tears.
But I do believe in love,
Though I should never rely on love
Nothing else excites me,
But loving you
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Post by DavidMc on Nov 23, 2006 6:13:48 GMT -6
Blues Run the Game Lyrics
Written by Jackson C.Frank
Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain,
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone
The blues have run the game.
Send out for whisky, baby,
Send out for gin,
Me and room service, honey,
Me and room service, babe,
Me and room service
Well, we're living a life of sin
When I ain't drinking, baby,
You are on my mind,
When I ain't sleeping, honey,
When I ain't sleeping, Mama,
When I ain't sleeping
Well you know you'll find me crying.
Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain,
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone
The blues have run the game.
Living is a gamble, baby,
Loving's much the same,
Wherever I have played,
Wherever I throw those dice,
Wherever I have played
The blues have run the game.
Maybe when I'm older, baby,
Someplace down the line,
I'll wake up older,
So much older, Mama,
Wake up older
And I'll just stop all my trying.
Catch a boat to England, baby,
Maybe to Spain,
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone,
Wherever I have gone
The blues, they're all the same.
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Post by DavidMc on Nov 24, 2006 14:29:59 GMT -6
Isolation - John Lennon
People say we got it made
Don't they know we're so afraid?
Isolation
We're afraid to be alone
Everybody got to have a home
Isolation
Just a boy and a little girl
Trying to change the whole wide world
Isolation
The world is just a little town
Everybody trying to put us down
Isolation
I don't expect you to understand
After you've caused so much pain
But then again, you're not to blame
You're just a human, a victim of the insane
We're afraid of everyone
Afraid of the sun
Isolation
The sun will never disappear
But the world may not have many years
Isolation
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Post by glenn on Dec 5, 2006 11:34:17 GMT -6
Peace Like a River
Words & music by Paul Simon
*pruned in deference to copyright*
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Post by DavidMc on Dec 6, 2006 14:32:32 GMT -6
The Late Great Johnny Ace - Paul Simon
I was reading a magazine
And thinking of a rock and roll song
The year was nineteen fiftyfour
And I hadn't been playing that long
When a man came on the radio
And this is what he said
He said I hate to break it to his fans
But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I really wasn't
Such a Johnny Ace fan
But I felt bad alI the same
So I sent away for his photograph
And I waited till it came
It came all the way from Texas
With a sad and sim-ple face
And they signed it on the bottom
From the Late Great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah
It was the year of The Beatles
It was the year of The Stones
It was nineteen sixtyfour
I was living in London
With the girl from the summer be-fore
It was the year of The Beatles
It was the year of The Stones
A year after J.F.K.
We were staying up all night
And giving the days away
And the music was flowing amazing
And blowing my way
On a cold December evening
I was walking through the Christmas tide
When a stranger came up and asked me
If I'd heard John Lennon had died
And the two of us went to this bar
And we stayed to close the place
And every song we played
Was for The Late Great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Post by DavidMc on Dec 7, 2006 8:27:00 GMT -6
Cyprus Avenue - Van Morrison
And I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm conquered in a car seat
Not a thing that I can do
I may go crazy
Before that mansion on the hill
I may go crazy
Before that mansion on the hill
But my heart keeps beating faster
And my feet can't keep still
And all the little girls rhyme something
On the way back home from school
And all the little girls rhyme something
On the way back home from school
And the leaves fall one by one by one by one
Call the autumn time a fool
Yeah baby my tongue gets tied
Every every every time I try to speak
My tongue gets tied
Every time I try to speak
And my inside shakes just like a leaf on a tree
I think I'll go on by the river with my cherry cherry wine
I believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry cherry wine
If I pass the rumbling station where the lonesome engine drivers pine
And wait a minute, yonder comes my lady
Rainbow ribbons in her hair
Yonder comes my lady
Rainbow ribbons in her hair
Six white horses and a carriage
She's returning from the fair
Baby, baby, baby
And if I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And if I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm conquered in a car seat
And I'm looking straight at you
Way up on, way up on, way up on....
The avenue of trees
Keep walking down
In the wind and the rain, darling
You keep walking down when the sun shone through the trees
Nobody, no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving you baby
So young and bold, fourteen years old
Baby, baby, baby...
Ooooh-ee
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