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PostPosted: Wed Nov 24, 2004 9:20 pm    Post subject: Favourite Lyrics Reply with quote

I'm a big music fan, particularly classic rock, and well, just curious as to what sort of lyrics really move you.

Bob Dylan - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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PostPosted: Fri Dec 03, 2004 2:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

wow favorite lyrics... there are so many that I love and that express me and others. I will have to get back to you on this.
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PostPosted: Fri Dec 03, 2004 8:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Well, while your digging through the lyrical archives, I think I'll add these gems from the single greatest band ever-

Led Zeppelin - The Rain Song

This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from
time to time.

Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the blue moon set upon us...
But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.


Led Zeppelin - Achilles Last Stand

It was an April morning when they told us we should go
As I turn to you, you smiled at me
How could we say no?

With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again

Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole

Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground

Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd

To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
With guidance from the curving path, That churns up into stone

If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.

Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow

Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again

Wandering & wandering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth

The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way (X2)

Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.
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PostPosted: Thu Dec 09, 2004 8:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Favourite lyrics hey? Well i think R.E.M.'s Micheal Stipe would have to be one of the most insightful and gifted writers around.

(These aren't nessesarialy my favourite songs, but the lyrics are)

" MONTY GOT A RAW DEAL "
Track Length : 3.16

Monty this seems strange to me.
The movies had that movie thing,
but nonsense has a welcome ring
and heroes don't come easy.

Now, nonsense isn't new to me.
I know my head, I know my feet,
but mischief knocked me in the knees.
Said, Just let go. Just let go.

I saw the ocean meet the man.
I saw you buried in the sand.
A friend was there to hold your hand,
Said, Walk on by.

So, I went walking through the street.
I saw you strung up in a tree.
A woman knelt there said to me,
said, Hold your tongue, man. Hold your tongue.

You don't owe me anything.
You don't want this sympathy. [waste your breath]
Don't you waste your breath. [waste your breath]
for the silver screen.

That nonsense doesn't mean a thing,
they tried to bust you in a sting,
but virtue isn't everything
so, don't waste time.

Now, here's a rhyme that you can steal.
Put this on your reel to reel.
Mischief threw a rotten deal.
Monty's laying low, man.
He is laying low.
Just let go, y'all.
Just let go.

You don't owe me anything.
You don't want this sympathy. [waste your breath]
Don't you waste your breath. [waste your breath]
Monty this seems strange to me.



" IGNORELAND "
Track Length : 4.24

These bastards stole their power from the victims of the Us v.
Them years, wrecking all things virtuous and true.
The undermining social democratic downhill slide into
abysmal lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle
down runoff pool. They hypnotised the summer,
Nineteen seventy-nine.
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous,
wicked and able, media-ready, heartless, and labeled.
Super U.S. citizen, super achiever,
mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.

The information nation took their clues from all the
sound-bite gluttons. Nineteen eighty, eighty-four,
eighty-eight, ninety-two too, too.
How to be what you can be, jump jam junking your energies.
How to walk in dignity with throw-up on your shoes
They amplified the autumn, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Calculate the capital, up the republic my skinny ass.
T.V. tells a million lies. The paper's terrified to
report anything that isn't handed on a presidential spoon,
I'm just profoundly frustrated by all this.
So, fuck you, man. (Fuck 'm)

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.

If they weren't there we would have created them.
Maybe, it's true, but I'm resentful all the same.
Someone's got to take the blame.
I know that this is vitriol.
No solution, spleen-venting,
But I feel better having screamed. Don't you?
They desecrated winter, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Capital collateral. Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able,
media-ready, heartless, and labeled. Super U.S. citizen,
super achiever, mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.



Bittersweet Me

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)



I move across, innocence lost
All flashing pulsar
I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt
I pass satellites

"You're so bitter," your complaint
I can't give you anything
I don't know who you're livin' for
I don't know who you are anymore

(chorus 1)
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me

(chorus 2)
I couldn't taste it
I'm tired and naked
I don't know what I'm hungry for
I don't know what I want anymore

I move across, candy floss
I move like a tank
I move across the room
With a heart full of gloom,
Stronger than you think

Oh my peer,
Your veneer is wearing thin and cracking
The surface informs that underneath,
Underneath is lacking

(repeat chorus 1)

(repeat chorus 2)

You move across, innocence lost,
All static and desire,
You're blue in the face from navel gaze,
You set yourself on fire

You strip down and lay yourself out,
I know you can't fake it,
But are you tired and naked?
Are you tire and naked?

(repeat chorus 1)

(repeat chorus 2 3x)


So Fast, So Numb

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)



You're movin' through rough waters motel boy,
And swimming in your sleep
How could I be so blind, mis-sighted,
Not to see there's something wounded deep?

Anyone could scratch your surface now,
It's all amphetamine
You're blasting yourself into the present
Learn some vast indignity, say that,

You say that you hate it,
You want to recreate it
I've been around, I've been your lover
I let it go at Kill Devil Hill,
You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel

You're drinking the raw Drano baby,
You do-si-do, saddo
You're you in cartilage, shark-eyed, shock horror, all present tense,
And boy your blood is running cold
Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me,
This is what I wanted you to see
That was then, was that, that is gone, this is past,
You cast yourself cast, passed by, thrown down fast, you say

You say that you hate it
You want to recreate it
I've played this round, I've played your lover
I've played it out to the hilt
You're comin' on with something so fast, so numb

That you can't even feel
You love it, you hate it
You want to recreate it
Now, this is here, this is me,
This is what I wanted you to see
That was then, was that, that is gone
That is what I wanted you to feel

You love it, you hate it
You spit it out, the bitter pill
I've been around, I've been your lover
I let it go at Kill Devil Hill
You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel

I've played this round, I've played your lover
I've played it out to the hilt
You're comin' on with something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel

You played around, you played me lover,
I let it go at Kill Devil Hill
You're moving so hard, so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel



How The West Was Won And Where It Got Us

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)



Blood from a stone
Water from wine
Born under earplay design
A stroke of bad luck,
Wrong place, wrong time
This flyer is out of the lime

(chorus)
The story is a sad one, told many times
The story of my life in trying times
Just add water, stir in lime
How the west was won and where it got us

Canary got trapped, the uranium mine
A stroke of bad luck, now the bird has died
A marker to mark where my tears run dry
I cross it, bless it, alkali

(repeat chorus)

I didn't wear glasses cause I thought it might rain
Now I can't see anything
I made a mistake, chalked it up to design
I cracked through time, space, Godless and dry
I point my nose to the northern star,
Watch the decline from a hazy distance

(repeat chorus)



E-Bow The Letter

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)



Look up, what do you see?
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise

The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 AM
This letter
Fields of poppies, little pearls
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed
Each and every one a little scary
I said your name

I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
Dreaming of Maria Callas
Whoever she is
This fame thing, I don't get it
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
I can take you far
This star thing, I don't get it

(chorus)
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear, there
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over

Will you live to 83?
Will you ever welcome me?
Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
Smoke it, drink
Here comes the flood
Anything to thin the blood
These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
Phone, eat it, drink
Just another chink
Cuts and dents, they catch the light
Aluminum, the weakest link

I don't want to disappoint you
I'm not here to anoint you
I would lick your feet
But is that the sickest move?
I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow
And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange?
My loss, and here we go again

(repeat chorus)

Look up, what do you see?
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise

I can't look it in the eyes
Seconal, spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow
The smell of fear, I got it

I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear, there
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear, there
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
It pulls us near
I'll take you over
I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
It pulls us near
Pulls us near
Tastes like fear
Tastes like fear
Nearer, nearer
Pulls us near
Over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, over
Yeah, look over
I'll take you there, oh, yeah
I'll take you there
Oh, over
I'll take you there
Over, let me
I'll take you there
I'll take you there
There, there, there, baby, yeah
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PostPosted: Sat Dec 11, 2004 8:08 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Gates of Eden - Bob Dylan

Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden

The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden

The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden

With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden

Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden

The motorcycle black madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden

The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden

At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden

Changing of the Guards - Bob Dylan

Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.

Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.

Gentlemen, he said,
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

Bah, and it's REM not R.E.M. - just thought you'd like to know.
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 5:20 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

9:59:30 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent reads post

9:59:50 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent walks into his room, self-doubt clouds his mind.
How could he be so very wrong about his favourite band, he will never live this down


10:00:00 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent picks up 'Document', hmm REM is spelt R.E.M.
Vincent is intrigued.


10:00:05 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent picks up 'New Adventures In Hi-Fi', look at that REM is spelt R.E.M.
A wry smile covers his face.


10:00:07 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent picks up 'Out Of Time', what do you know, REM is spelt R.E.M.
Vincent, you smug little boy.


10:00:10 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent picks up 'Automatic For The People', something MUST be wrong, REM is spelt R.E.M.
Smug as smug can be.


10:00:18 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent picks up 'Green', REM is spelt R.E.M.
Vincent is quitely confident... I the lull between triumphant screams.


10:00:22 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent picks up 'The best of R.E.M.', REM has been spelt R.E.M.
How strange.


10:00:27 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent picks up 'In Time, the best of R.E.M. 1988 - 2003'...
oh this copy isn't quite as 'legitiment' as Vincent would have liked, too bad for him.


10:00:30 PM, Sunday, 12 December, 2004

Vincent makes a mental note to get more CD's, then heads back to the PC.


Sorry about my comprehensiveness, couldn't help myself. But then again, who really cares about three little dots???

Oh and while I'm at it...


" WELCOME TO THE OCCUPATION "
Track Length : 2.46

Hang your collar up inside
Hang your dollar on me
Listen to the water still
Listen to the cause where you are
Fed and educated,
primitive and wild
Welcome to the occupation

Here we stand and here we fight
All your fallen heroes
Held and dyed and skinned alive
Listen to the Congress fire
Offering the educated
primitive and loyal
Welcome to the occupation

Hang your collar up inside
Hang your freedom higher
Listen to the buyer still
Listen to the Congress
Where we propagate confusion
Primitive and wild
Fire on the hemisphere below

Sugar cane and coffee cup
Copper, steel and cattle
An annotated history
the forest for the fire
Where we open up the floodgates
Freedom reigns supreme
Fire on the hemisphere below
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 8:23 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Naw, Stipe throughout their history kept trying to tell everyone that it was REM, not R.E.M.. That's what he wanted at least, so that's what I go with.

Funny story about their name too... Just flipping through a dictionary one night and, boom! band name.
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 11:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Yeah, I heard about the dictionary business, but regarding the name, I think I'm beaten here. The lead singer's got to have a bit more credability than six CD covers Very Happy .
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 12, 2004 11:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Whoops, forgot to sign in again Rolling Eyes. BTW guess whos going to their concert next year Very Happy.
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PostPosted: Mon Dec 13, 2004 4:49 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Bah... I'm still waiting for Zeppelin to come back and do a concert in memory of Bonham... Now that would be huge.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 10:06 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

i sure would go to it!! they freaking rock!
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PostPosted: Sat May 14, 2005 6:41 pm    Post subject: Still at it... Reply with quote

Ugh, well, Plant's coming to town... But... Man... It's just not the same.

I did, however, get tickets to Deep Purple, who most definately can hold their own with the best of that era.

On a completely unrelated note, Pink Floyd are perhaps the most talented bunch of musicians ever...

Pink Floyd - A Pillow of Wind

A cloud of eiderdown
Draws around me
Softening the sound
Sleepy time
When I lie
With my love by my side
And she's breathing low
And the candle dies

When night comes down
You lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls
The waves roll by
The seasons change
The wind is wry

Now wakes the hour
Now sleeps the swan
Behold a dream
The dream is gone
Green fields of cold rain
Is falling in a golden dawn

And deep beneath the ground
The early morning sounds
And I go down
Sleepy time when I lie
With my love by my side
And she's breathing low

And I rise, like a bird
In the haze
When the first rays touch the sky
And the night wings die
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