Favorite Song Lyrics

[BluejayWay]

The Waterboy's "Glastonbury Song":

Glastonbury Song

I dreamed myself from the sultry plains
to the old green square back in old Maybole
Rode the wind up to Stornaway
paused at the peak, pacified my soul
Caught the bus at the faery fort
made it to the mansion on the Boyne
See I come around to the ancient ways
I took a tip from the buddha boy

I just found god
I just found god
I just found god where he always was

We came down from the hill of dreams
Bernadette, mother earth and you and me
through Carraroe, down the wildwood side
blinding out eyes in the shallow seas
Drank fire with the King of the Blues,
plugged in to the medicine way
Took a long last look at Crazy Horse
push now for a golden age

I just found god
I just found god
I just found god where he always was

I found myself on the roof of the world
just waiting for to get my wings
Strange angel in the changing light
said "Brother, you forgot something!";
My heart beat from the inside out
so lucky just to be alive!
Can you tell what I'm talking about?
any day now the Sun's gonna rise

I just found god
I just found god
I just found god where he always was
I just found god where he always was


There is a green hill far away
I'm going back there one fine day

~Mike Scott~

[ISFP]

not spiritual, no, but the lyrics to charlie danniel's "uneasy rider" always make me grin.

http://www.lyricsbox.com/charlie-dan...r-4xtb6b2.html

[juantoo3]

Now they're planning the crime of the century
Well what would it be?
Read all about their schemes and adventuring
It's well worth the fee

So roll up and see
How they rape the universe
How they've gone from bad to worse

Who are these men of lust, greed and glory?
Rip off the masks and let's see
But that's not right, oh no what's the story
Well there's you and there's me!

-SuperTramp, Rick Davies and Roger Hodgeson, 1973 "Crime of the Century"

I also like the lyrics to "Wish you were here" by Pink Floyd:

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile through a veil,
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead-roll in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears
Wish you were here

Roger Waters and David Gilmour

[Bandit]

i see some nice lyrics here. especially pink floyd

[Kaspar]

Recent favourite, is an old folk singer Woody Guthrie

Its about the Dust Bowl winds when the settlers in the USA tried to use european farming methods which ended up turning the crops and dust, hench resulting in huge dust winds that would cover an entire farm in dust. Its a bit of a story really.

TALKING DUST BOWL BLUES

Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven,
I had a little farm and I called that heaven.
Well, the prices up and the rain come down,
And I hauled my crops all into town --
I got the money, bought clothes and groceries,
Fed the kids, and raised a family.


Rain quit and the wind got high,
And the black ol' dust storm filled the sky.
And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine,
And I poured it full of this gas-i-line --
And I started, rockin' an' a-rollin',
Over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl.

Way up yonder on a mountain road,
I had a hot motor and a heavy load,
I's a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stoppin',
A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin' --
Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind,
There was a feller there, a mechanic feller,
Said it was en-gine trouble.

Way up yonder on a mountain curve,
It's way up yonder in the piney wood,
An' I give that rollin' Ford a shove,
An' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could --
Commence coastin', pickin' up speed,
Was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it.

Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you,
The fiddles and the guitars really flew.
That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
An' it flew halfway around the world --
Scattered wives and childrens
All over the side of that mountain. We got out to the West Coast broke,
So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak,
An' I bummed up a spud or two,
An' my wife fixed up a tater stew --
We poured the kids full of it,
Mighty thin stew, though,
You could read a magazine right through it.
Always have figured
That if it'd been just a little bit thinner,
Some of these here politicians
Coulda seen through it.

[BluejayWay]

I'm listening to the Canadian songwriter/poet Leonard Cohen's 1992 album The Future--bleak, bitter, sardonic humor, and some hope, for all that.

The title track carries a difficult message, but well worth consideration--

The Future

Give me back my broken night

my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

~~Leonard Cohen

[I, Brian]

Love - Forever Changes

Really into the last song "You set the scene"


This is the time and life that I am living
And I'll face each day with a smile
For the time that I've been given such a little while
...

This is the only thing that I am sure of
And that's all that lives is gonna die
And there'll always be some people here to wonder why
And for every happy hello, there will be good-bye
...

And for everyone who thinks that life is just a game
Do you like the part you�re playing

[Pathless]

Ah! I just discovered this thread. What a wonderful idea!

I'm listening to Dar Williams' 2003 album, The Beauty of the Rain, and it is blowing me away--just real solid all the way through. Here's one that particularly stands out for me, though:

Your Fire Your Soul

Button up that shirt you're supposed to wear. Don't forget your airline ticket or to brush your hair,
Show that family that you care. But could you wear something that celebrates
Everything you love, and maybe what your family hates, 'cause that might be what it takes.

It's you fire, it's your soul, you shouldn't have to go.
It's you fire, it's your soul, you shouldn't have to go.

First thing they'll say's take off your shoes,
And they'll say they want your story, but they get confused
By all those words you use. A year ago your car went off a cliff
And you saw an angel in midair who said you'd live. Well, that's a story you can give.

That's your fire, it's your soul, you shouldn't have to go.
Your fire, your soul, you shouldn't have to go.

And they'll say, "You're family, you belong to us. You can stay at home and have our love and trust,
But any day now one of us could die, and if we make you suffer don't you want to find out why,
Cause we love to watch you try. With your fire, your soul, your soul."
It's your fire, it's your fire, it's your fire.

Then you'll fly home and get the flu, and you'll keep staring at the ground, you always do,
When they get their time with you. You are not a punching bag my dear,
I think your darkest day should have some light this year, I think you should stay right here.

It's your fire, it's your soul, you shouldn't have to go.
It's your fire, it's your soul, you shouldn't have to go.


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Of course, the printed lyrics don't do the song justice; you have to listen to it. She's got this incredible range that soars into some ethereal slice of sunshine. Great stuff. Simply great.

[Pathless]

On the other hand, I've been re-visiting my jaded teenage feelings by listening to a lot of Violent Femmes lately. The great thing about those guys is that the emotion is so raw and so dead-on to being a messed-up, angry teenager, but Gordon Gano achieves his lyrical effect by making a musical caricature of those feelings. It's like slapping a tongue-in-cheek bleeding heart right there on the turntable. I can't listen to this stuff without dancing ridiculously around my apartment with a big grin on my face, and guffawing with laughter. Sheer genius.

My personal favorite:

Kiss Off

I need someone, a person to talk to, someone to care, to love, could it be you? Could it be you-hoo? The situation gets rough and I start to panic. It's not enough, it's just a habit. Hey kid, you're sick. Well, darlin', this is it.

You can all just kiss off into the air. Behind my back, I can see them stare. They'll hurt me bad, but I won't mind. They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time--yeah yeah--they do it all the time--yeah yeah--they do it all the time--do it all the time!--they do it all the time--do it all the time!--they do it all the time--DO IT ALL THE TIME!!

I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record.
Oh yeah? Well, don't get so distressed. Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed?

I'll take one, one, one 'cause you left me and
two, two, two for my family and
three, three, three for my heartache and
four, four, four for my headaches and
five, five, five for my loneliness and
six, six, six for my sorrow and
seven, seven, n-n-n-no tomorrow and
eight, eight, I--forget what eight was for but
nine, nine, nine for my lost god and
ten, ten, ten, ten for EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING!

You can all just kiss off into the air. Behind my back, I can see them stare. They'll hurt me bad, but I won't mind. They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time--yeah yeah--they do it all the time--yeah yeah--they do it all the time--do it all the time!--they do it all the time--do it all the time!--they do it all the time time time time time ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-time time--DO IT ALL THE TIME!!

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But again, you just have to listen to the song to get the full effect.

[Pathless]

Originally Posted by BluejayWay

The Waterboy's "Glastonbury Song"

I like this one. What kind of music do the Waterboys play?

[path_of_one]

Sarah McLachlan "Elsewhere":
I love the time and in between
the calm inside me
in the space where I can breathe
I believe there is a distance I have wandered
to touch upon the years of
reaching out and reaching in
holding out and holding in
I believe this is heaven to no one else but me
and I'll defend it as long as I can be
left here to linger in silence if I choose to
would you try to understand?

And from "Fumbling Toward Ecstasy":
all the fear has left me now
I'm not frightened anymore
it's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
it's my mouth that pushes out this breath
and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love
companion to our demons
they will dance and we will pay
with chairs, candles, and clothes
making darkness into day
it will be easy to look in or out
upstream or down without a thought
and if I shed a tear...

Tracy Chapman "She's Got Her Ticket":
She's got her ticket
I think she gonna use it
I think she going to fly away
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made
Up
Why not leave why not
Go away
Too much hatred
Corruption and greed
Give your life
And invariably they leave you with
Nothing
Young girl ain't got no chances
No roots to keep her strong
She's shed all pretenses
That someday she'll belong
Some folks call her a runaway
A failure in the race
But she knows where her ticket takes her
She will find her place in the sun
And she'll fly, fly, fly...

And from "Why?"
Why do the babies starve
When there's enough food to feed the world
Why when there's so many of us
Are there people still alone
Why are the missles called peacekeepers
When they're aimed to kill
Why is a woman still not safe
When she's in her home
Love is hate
War is peace
No is yes
And we're all free
But somebody's gonna have to answer
The time is coming soon
Amidst all these questions and contradictions
There're some who seek the truth
But somebody's gonna have to answer
The time is coming soon
When the blind remove their blinders
And the speechless speak the truth

Neat thread, by the way...

[BluejayWay]

I like this one. What kind of music do the Waterboys play?

That album is strongly in the rock vein, and is excellent. The Waterboys over the years appear to be mainly Mike Scott and whoever fits what he wants to be playing. Room to Roam is another one of my favorites, and it's music is very traditional Irish, as is Fisherman's Blues.
The newest album, Universal Hall, is spare lyrically, etherially beautiful simple arrqangements, and very spiritually oriented--like this one:

The Christ in You

i'm gonna look twice at you
until i see the christ in you

when i'm lookin through the eyes of love

[Pathless]

Originally Posted by BluejayWay

The Christ in You

i'm gonna look twice at you
until i see the christ in you

when i'm lookin through the eyes of love

Nice. I like that one, too. I'll have to check them out. Thanks.

[BluejayWay]

listening to a lot of Violent Femmes lately

The only Femmes I know is Hallowed Ground, and I think it's a masterpiece--

Hey, I clicked on your homepage--I'll second the "Here's to Jerry"! I really got into the Grateful Dead with American Beauty--the perfect melding of the sacred and the profane--I was sixteen, and played it two or three times a day for a solid month, at least--

[BluejayWay]

Ripple

The Grateful Dead



Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near, as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of man

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home