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Lyrics of your favorite songs...

Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:03 pm
by Laurie Strode
I'm in a mood tonight, guys...right now I'm feeling philosophical, and I want to pay homage to all my favorite songs. I know we've listed what's in our music library before, but have we ever posted the lyrics of our favorite songs?? Sure, the music rocks, but the words are what give me goosebumps every time I hear them....I'd love to know the kind of lyrics that give you guys goosebumps. I'll start with one of my very favorites...

'Fall of the Peacemakers'
(Molly Hatchet)


A king without a sword
A land without a king
A truth without a voice
One song left to sing
One song to sing
A wise man told me there's something you should know
The way you judge a man is to look into his soul
And you'll soon see everything.
A voice from the past cried Give peace a chance
He paid our price now he's free at last
Imagine, we called him a dreamer!
How many times must good men die?
How many tears will the children cry?
'Til they suffer no more sadness
Stop the madness,
Oh, stop the madness.
If ashes are ashes and dust is dust
At our journey's end then return we must
To the sands of the shore
White doves in flight
Peace to all
But tell me why the peacemakers fall
Must we bury anymore?
The hush of the crowd as the horse rode by
A black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes
And we all wept in silence
How many times must good men die?
How many times will the children cry?
'Til they suffer no more sadness
Oh, stop the madness
Oh, stop all the madness.

Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:08 pm
by Laurie Strode
Here's another one (and honestly I couldn't tell you about any other songs by Seal, but this one got me...)


"Crazy"
(Seal)

In a church by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for
Is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through a fractal on that breaking wall
I see you my friend and touch your face again
Miracles will happen as we trip
But we're never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive unless
We are a little
Cray cray crazy
Crazy are the people walking through my head
One of thems got a gun to shoot the other one
And yet together they were friends at school
Get it, get it, get it, yeah!
If all were there when we first took the pill
Then maybe then maybe then maybe then maybe
Miracles will happen as we speak
But we're never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive unless
We are a little
Crazy
No no we'll never survive unless we get a little bit
A man decides to go along after seventy years
Oh darlin
In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy
In a world full of people only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy
Crazy
In a heaven of people there's only some want to fly
Ain't that crazy
Oh babe Oh darlin'
In a world full of people there's only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy
Isn't that crazy Isn't that crazy Isn't that crazy
Ohh
But we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy crazy
No we're never gonna to survive unless we are a little crazy
But we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy crazy
No we're never gonna to survive unless we are a little crazy
No no never survive unless we get a little bit
And then you see things
The size of which you've never known before
They'll break it
Someday
Only child know
Them things
The size
Of which you've never known before
Someday

Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:25 pm
by Laurie Strode
The Good Soldier
(Nine Inch Nails)


Gunfire in the street
Where we used to meet
Echoes that are beat
When the bass goes "bomb"
Right over my head
Step over the dead
Remember what you said

You know a part of my old life
Is just a waking dream
Well I know what you mean
But that ain't how it seems right here, right now

How can this be real?
I can hardly feel
Anymore

I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe

Blood hardens in the sand
Cold metal in my hand
Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be
There's nowhere left to hide
'Cause God is on our side
I keep telling myself

I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe

Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 12:28 pm
by Stranger with candy
Laurie, since you listed NIN, you can certainly appreciate the lyrics to The Becoming. This song has so, so much meaning to me. First it was as comforting as a warm blanket to me after my mother died- and oddly one day my little girl who was only 5 or 6 at the time said this song always made her think of Granny.
Then my cousin lost her "baby daddy", he was way messed up on drugs and murdered the year before last and this strong struck me as a song for him as well, but in a completely different light. I love, love, love it. Hands down my favorite nin song...
I,
beat my machine,
it's a part of me,
it's inside of me,
I'm,
stuck in this dream,
it's changing me,
I am becoming.

the me that you know,
he had some second thoughts,
he's covered with scabs,
he is broken and sore,
the me that you know,
he doesn't come around much,
that part of me,
isn't here anymore.

all,
pain disappears,
it's the nature of,
of my circuitry,
drowns,
out all I hear,
no escape from this,
my new consciousness.

the me that you know,
he used to have feelings,
but the blood has stopped pumping,
and he is left to decay,
the me that you know,
is now made up of wires,
and even when I'm right with you,
I'm so far away.

I can try to get away,
but I’ve strapped myself in,
I can try to scratch away,
the sound in my ears,
I can see it killing away,
all of my bad parts,
I don't want to listen,
but it's all too clear.

hiding,
backwards inside of me,
I feel,
so unafraid,
Annie,
hold a little tighter,
I might,
just slip away.

it won't give up,
it wants me dead,
Goddamn this noise,
inside my head.

Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 2:33 pm
by kallie0509
my favorite musician of all time is an indie artist named Joanna Newsom. i love her so much it hurts. she is so talented and amazing and very avant-garde. she plays the harp and a lot of people don't like her because her voice is a little hard to take. some critics have said that she sounds like lisa simpson :lol: . it does sometimes, but i have grown to love her voice. her lyrics and melodies are the most beautiful that i have ever heard in my life! also, a lot of her songs are over 10 minutes long and this one is my favorite which is 16 minutes so these lyrics are a bit lengthy.
wanted to include a picture too


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Only skin

And there was a booming above you,
That night black airplanes flew over the sea.
And they were lowing and shifting like
Beached whales,
Shelled snails,
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry.

You froze in your sand shoal,
Prayed for you poor soul;
Sky seemed a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl.

And when the bread broke
Fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke.

Then there was a silence you took to mean something:
Mean, run, sing,
For alive you will evermore be.
And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulking
Has gone east,
While you’re left to explain them to me
Released
From their hairless and blind cavalry.

With your hands in your pockets,
Stubbily running
To where i’m unfresh,
Undressed and yawning

Well, what is this craziness?
This crazy talking?
You caught some small death
When you were sleepwalking.

It was a dark dream, darlin;
It’s over.
The firebreather is beneath the clover.
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever:
A toothless hound-dog chocking on a feather.

But i took my fishing pole (fearing your fever),
Down to the swimming hole, where there grows a bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year, by the riverside
I’d bring it here:

Apply it gently
To the love you’ve lent me.

While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed,
As it cut through the hustling breeze.

And i watched how the water was kneading so neatly,
Gone treacly,
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat;
Frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath.

Press on me,
We are restless things.
Webs of seaweed are swaddling.
You call upon the dusk of the
Musk of a squid:
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib.

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes,
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stonefruit being cut and being opened.
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking

And when the fire moves away,
Fire moves away, son.
Why would you say
I was the last one?

Scrape your knee: it is only skin.
Makes the sound of violins.

When i cut your hair, and leave the birds all the trimmings,
I am the happiest woman among all women.

And the shallow water stretches as far as i can see.
Knee deep, trudging along—
The seagull weeps ‘so long’—
I’m humming a threshing song—

Until the night is over, hold on,
Hold on;
Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn.

I have got some business out at the edge of town,
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
Till i can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
(and knowing how the commonfolk condemn
What it is i do, to you, to keep you warm:
Being a woman. Being a woman.)

But always up the mountainside you’re clambering,
Groping blindly, hungry for anything;
Picking through your pocket linings—
Well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh sisyphus?

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain.
Little sister, he will be back again.
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain.
Spiders’ ghosts hang, soaked and
Dangling silently, from all the blooming cherry trees,
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
Nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done
Be a woman. Be a woman.

Though we felt the spray of the waves,
We decided to stay, ‘till the tide rose too far.
We weren’t afraid, cause we know what you are;
And you know that we know what you are.

Awful atoll
O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!
Bawl bellow:
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow.
Toddle and roll;
Teethe an impalpable bit of leather,
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore.

Are you mine?
My heart?
Mine anymore?

Stay with me for awhile.
That’s an awfully real gun.
I know life will lay you down,
As the lightning has lately done.

Failing this, failing this,
Follow me, my sweetest friend,
To see what you anointed,
In pointing your gun there.
Lay it down! Nice and slow!
There is nowhere to go,

Save up;
Up where the light, undiluted, is
Weaving, in a drunk dream,
At the sight of my baby, out back:

Back on the patio,
Watching the bats bring night in

While, elsewhere,
Estuaries of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped.

*

Last week, our picture window
Produced a half-word,
Heavy and hollow,
Hit by a brown bird.

We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And pant and labor over every intake.

I said a sort of prayer for some rare grace,
Then thought i ought to take her to a higher place.
Said, “dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you,
And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view.”

Then in my hot hand, she slumped her sick weight.
We tramped through the poison oak, heartbroke and inchoate.
The dogs were snapping, so you cuffed their collars
While i climbed the tree-house. Then how i hollered!

Cause she’d lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two;
Then saw the treetops, cocked her head, and up and flew.
(while back in the world that moves, often, according to
The hoarding of these clues,
Dogs still run roughly around
Little tufts of finch-down.)

The cities we passed were a flickering wasteland,
But his hand, in my hand, made them hale and harmless.

While down in the lowlands, the crops are all coming;
We have everything.

Life is thundering blissful towards death

In a stampede
Of his fumbling green gentleness.

You stopped by;
I was all alive.
In my doorway, we shucked and jived.
And when you wept, i was gone;
See, i got gone when i got wise.
But i can’t with certainty say we survived.

Then down and down
And down and down
And down and deeper,
Stoke, without sound,
The blameless flames,
You endless sleeper.

Through fire below,
And fire above,
And fire within,

Sleep through the things that couldn’t have been,
If you hadn’t have been.

And when the fire moves away,
Fire moves away, son.
Why would you say
I was the last one?

All my bones, they are gone, gone, gone.
Take my bones, i don’t need none.
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry stone.
Dig a little hole not three inches round
Spit your pit in a hole in the ground.
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me!
Till up grows a fine young cherry tree.
When the bough breaks, what’ll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee.
What’ll i do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who’s gone to the west.
But i’m starving and freezing in my measly old bed!
Then i’ll crawl across the salt flats, to stroke your sweet head.
Come across the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly,
Or i love no-one.

Fire moves away. Fire moves away, son.
Why would you say i was the last one?

Clear the room! There’s a fire, a fire, a fire.
Get going,
And i’m going to be right behind you.

And if the love of a woman or two, dear,
Could move you to such heights,
Then all i can do
Is do, my darling, right by you.

Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 5:43 pm
by Laurie Strode
SWC, I really appreciate you sharing that account, of why The Becoming is so important to you- it IS an awesome song, I think Trent Reznor is pure genius.

Kallie, man, wow!-I'm gonna have to check this girl out! Okay, so she may sound like Lisa Simpson :wink: , but the woman can put words together, can't she!

Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 7:30 am
by kallie0509
oh laurie please check her out! her music is so, so, so amazing! you can down load some of her live gigs on you tube. amazing stuff!

Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:34 pm
by Nostalgiascape
I have many many favorite songs. This is just one.

James Taylor- Fire and Rain





Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Won't you look down upon me, Jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

I’ve been walking my mind to an easy time
My back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around
Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line
To talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.

oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now

Thought I'd see you one more time again
There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now
Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now

Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 4:16 pm
by One Eye'd Jack
Boy, Nos... THAT one I know and love. It always gets to me.
Here's one that always gets to me as well...
Sting's Wild Wild Sea....

I saw it again this evening
Black sail in a pale yellow sky
And just as before in a moment
It was gone where the grey gulls fly

If it happens again I shall worry
That only a strange ship could fly
And my sanity scans the horizon
In the light of a darkening sky

That night as I walked in my slumber
I waded into the sea strand
And I swam with the moon and her lover
Until I lost sight of the land

I swam ‘til the night became morning
Black sail in a reddening sky
Found myself on the deck of a rolling ship
So far where no grey gulls fly

All around me was silence
As if mocking my frail human hopes
And a question mark hung in the canvas
For the wind that had died in the ropes

I may have slept for an hour
I may have slept for a day
For I woke in a bed of white linen
And the sky was the color of clay

At first just a rattle of canvas
And the gentlest breath on my face
But a galloping line of white horses
Said that soon were in for a race

The gentle sigh turned to a howling
And the grey sky, she angered to black
And my anxious eyes searched the horizon
With the gathering sea at my back

Did I see the shade of a sailor
On the bridge through the wheelhouse pane?
Held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship
As I squinted my eye in the rain

For the ship had turned into the wind
Against the storm to brace
And underneath the sailor’s hat
I saw my father’s face

If a prayer today is spoken
Please offer it for me
When the bridge to heaven is broken
And you’re lost on the wild, wild sea
Lost on the wild, wild sea

Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 4:25 pm
by One Eye'd Jack
I'm going to have to limewire some of these songs 'cuz it's hard for me to get the whole gammut of emotions that I'm sure are supposed to be felt with these lyrics.

Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 5:50 pm
by kallie0509
that's a good idea OEJ. i think that i will do the same with the songs here.

Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 9:46 pm
by soochal
ANNIE'S SONG (John Denver)

You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.

...Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you, come love me again.

You fill up my senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.


I also love Fire and Rain and Crazy, too... (both listed earlier)


And the song my husband sings to me - the first song we danced to - also our wedding song -

"Have I Told You Lately that I Love You?" Van Morrison

Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you theres no one above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles, thats what you do

Oh the morning sun in all its glory
Greets the day with hope and comfort too
And you fill my life with laughter
You can make it better
Ease my troubles thats what you do

Theres a love thats divine
And its yours and its mine
Like the sun at the end of the day
We should give thanks and pray to the one

Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you theres no one above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles, thats what you do

Theres a love thats divine
And its yours and its mine
And it shines like the sun
At the end of the day we will give thanks
And pray to the one

Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you theres no one above you
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles, thats what you do

Take away my sadness
Fill my life with gladness
Ease my troubles thats what you do
Fill my life with gladness
Take away my sadness
Ease my troubles thats what you do.

Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:19 am
by MHooch
Nos,

When I was married to the daughter's biological father, he LOVED James Taylor, played guitar and sang him all the time. When he died suddenly, this song took on a whole new meaning for me. Lovely song. Thanks for mentioning it.

Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 3:57 am
by Nostalgiascape
Happy to mention it.

Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 3:59 am
by Nostalgiascape
This a hauntingly beautiful song.

Wild Fire- Michael Martin Murphey

She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night

Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall
In a blizzard he was lost

She ran calling Wildfire [x3]
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She's coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go

We'll be riding Wildfire [x3]

On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire