Hmm. A new one? Well, I’ll have to open it with this:
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now he’s dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he’s as scared as me
Where’s he gone now, I can’t see
He’s come to a sticky end
Don’t think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl ’round
He’s embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Only love
Can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love
Can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers
Laying in the fields.
Love, Reign o’er me
Love, Reign o’er me, rain on me
Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high
Love Reign O’er me
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
I can’t sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the **** is on Joey’s head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we’d ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I’ve broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them I would of let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Goodbye
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
and sing along with every song we know
we said someday wed find out how it feels
to sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I don’t know one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me (fades )
Curtain of wine red  cannot tell apart
As it flows down  A dancing dream
Imitating left and right  Crooked  Masquerade
In a decorated swaying love
Drowning in this moment
Those who swarm to you are instant sympathizers
A ruined greenhouse Prince
A CHANDELIER in the back of your head
Those dying-out days  Your sympathy is a Hyena
The voice that bloomed in your face
Is a worthless pile of idealism
Facile “Eternity†is an overused dream
With mulitcoloured tears
With mulitcoloured words
If painted over, could you exist with that face?
The imprint seen over and over
In the lies given over and over
You’re rotting as you’re self absorbed  See?
Y:
Heigh ho!
Do you know,
The names of the US Residents
Who then became the Presidents
And got a view from the White House loo
Of Pennsylvania Avenue
W:George Washington was the first, you see
He once chopped down a cherry tree
D:President number two would be
John Adams and then Number three
Y:Tom Jefferson stayed up to write
a declaration late at night
So he and his wife had a great big fight
And she made him sleep on the couch all night
W:James Madison never had a son
and he fought the War of 1812
D:James Monroe’s colossal nose
Was bigger than Pinnochio’s
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it’s Andrew Jackson’s butt he kicks,
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he’s the one that the country picks
D:Martin Van Buren number eight
For a one term shot as chief of state
Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise
That guy was dead in thirty days!
W:John Tyler he liked country folk
D:And after him came President Polk
Y:Zachary Taylor liked to smoke
His breath killed friends whenever he spoke
W:1850, really nifty
Millard Fillmore’s in
Y:Young and fierce was Franklin Pierce
The man without a chin
D: Follows next a period spannin’
Four long years with James Buchanan
Then the South start shootin’ cannon
And we’ve got a civil war
YW&D:A war!
A war down south in Dixie!
Y:Up to bat comes old Abe Lincoln
D:There’s a guy who’s really thinkin’
W:Kept the United States from shrinking
Saved the ship of state from sinking
D:Andrew Johnson’s next
He had some slight defects
W: Congress each
Would impeach
D:And so the county now elects
Y: Ulysses Simpson Grant
Who would scream and rave and rant
W: While drinking whiskey
Although risky
Cause he’d spill it on his pants
Y: It’s 1877 and the democrats would gloat
But they’re all amazed when Rutherford Hayes
Wins by just one vote
D:James Garfield, someone really hated
‘Cause he was assasinated
W:Chester Arthur gets instated
Four years later he was traded
D:For Grover Cleveland, really fat
Elected twice as a democrat
Then Benjamin Harrisson after that
It’s William McKinley up at bat
Y:Teddy Roosevelt charged up San Juan Hill
W:And President Taft he got the bill
Y:In 1913 Woodrow
YW&D: Wiiilllllllson
Takes us into World War One
Y:Warren Harding he does fine
D:It’s Calvin Coolidge next in line
W: And then in 1929
The market crashes and we find
Y:It’s Herbert Hoover’s big debut
He gets the blame and loses to
D:Franklin Roosevelt, President who
Helped us win in World War Two
W:Harry Truman, weird little human
Serves two terms and when he’s done
Y:It’s Eisenhower who’s got the power
From ’53 to ’61
D:John Kennedy had Camelot
then Lyndon Johnson took his spot
Y:Richard Nixon he gets caught
And Gerald Ford fell down a lot
W:Jimmy Carter liked campaign trips
Y:And Ronald Regan’s speeches’ scripts
All came from famous movie clips
And President Bush said “read my lips”
D:Now in Washington D.C.
W:It’s democrats and the G.O.P.
Y:But the ones in charge is plain to see
D:The Clintons, Bill and Hilary
Y: The next President to lead the way
Well, it just might be yourself one day
Then the press’ll distort everything you say
YW&D:So jump in your plane and fly away
Sorry, I’m studying for my history final and have this playing in the backround on a loop. And right now, I’m procrastinating.
Make a hole, with the gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside-down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It’s like a whirpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
All alone at the 64th World’s Fair
80 dolls, it’s a small girl after all
Who was at the DuPont Pavilion
Why was the bench still warm, who had been there
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in back at the edge of hearing
These were the words that the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
“I don’t want the world, I just want your half”
They don’t need me here and I know you’re there
Where the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is we don’t know anything
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
2- Dude, calm down. I’ve got a reasonable number of songs by The Who in there. Besides, Rebecca does like Pinball Wizard, it just gets stuck in her head.
FERGIE (f/ Will.I.Am) LYRICS
Bubblicious Changed Improved by Beavo the Great and Leaf Loard
Four, tres, two, uno
[Will I Am]
Listen up ya’ll, Cuz this is it
The gum that I’m chewin’ is de-li-cious
[Fergie]
[Verse 1]
Bubilicious definition make them kids go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my logo
You can chew me, you can’t bite me
You can pop me, that don’t stop me
I got reasons why I tease ’em
Mouths just come and go like seasons
[Hook 1]
Bubblicious (bubblicious)
But I ain’t juicy fruit
And if you was suspicious
That flavor’s artificial I’m all natural
That puts them kids on pop, pop
And they be lining down the isle just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)
[Chorus]
So delicious (It’s pop, pop)
So delicious (I put them kids on pop, pop)
So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)
Bubblicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)
[Verse 2]
Bubblicious def-, Bubblicious def-, Bubblicious def- [def fading echo]
Bubblicious definition make them kids go crazy
They always wanna chew me
Comin’ to me call me tasty (Hey tasty)
I’m the BU to the BB, LICIOUS,
And can’t no other candy put it down like me
[Hook 2]
I’m Bubblicious (so delicious)
My chew stay vicious
They be up in the lab, just workin’ on my flavor
He’s my witness (oooh wee)
I put yo kids on pop, pop
And he be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (four, tres, two, uno)
[Chorus]
So delicious (It’s pop, pop)
So delicious (I put them boys on pop, pop)
So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)
Bubblicious (hold hold hold hold hold up, check it out)
[Vamp]
Boys and Girls and Baby’s
If you really want me
Kiddies get some patience
Maybe then you’ll get a taste
I’ll be tasty, tasty, I’ll be laced with lacey
It’s so tasty, tasty, It’ll make you crazy
[Will I Am]
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, hit it candy!
[Fergie]
[Rap]
All the time I turn around always brother’s gather round always droolin’ at me up and down beggin’ for me (uuhh)
I just wanna say it now I ain’t tryin’ to round up drama little mama I don’t wanna take your kids
And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the kids wanna chew it
But I’m tryin’’ to tell, that I can’t be treated like abc gum
Cuz’ they say I’m
[Hook 3]
Delicious (So delicious)
But I ain’t juicy fruit
And if you was suspicious
That flavors artificial I’m all natural
That puts them boys on pop, pop
And they be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (pop, pop, pop)
Four, tres, two, uno
My chew stay vicious
They be up in the lab, just workin on my flavor
He’s my witness (oooh wee)
I put them kids on pop, pop
And he be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (four, tres, two, uno)
[Chorus]
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I’m Bubblicious, t-t-t-t-t tasty, tasty
It’s so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I’m Bubblicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye, aye, aye, aye)
[Will I Am]
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the S T E Y gum you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the, four, tres, two, uno
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, to the, to the…..
Okay, MB, it’s time to play:
RECOGNIZE THE SNITCHES!!!!!
THIS WEEK’S THEME IS: ‘You and Me, Baby’
A: “Put your body/Next to mine/And dreeeam on…”
B: “If I could hold you tonight/I might never grow old”
C: “They’re forming in a straight line/They’re going through a timewind”
D: “You are the king of the divan/I am the king of the divan”
E: “Strange but not a stranger/I’m an ordinary girl”
F: “Pretty Polynesian baby/Over the sea/I remember the night/When we walked in the sands of Waikiki/And I held you oh-so-tight”
G: “I said tell me your name/Isn’t it sweet/She said my boy is DAGGER”
I have decided (inspired by the DC Kokonvention thread) that this summer I will be writing music. So, if anyone has some muse song lyrics, etc., that they want me to turn into music (and write a score, etc.), just post them here and tell me that you want me to use them. And you can specify the instruments, tune, key, time signature, etc., or you can leave it all up to me. But yeah. Just a thought…
I’m blue,
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die……
since my stupid ContentProtect is blocking me from going to the random thread, i shall use this as my random thread.
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so, anyways, i recently discovered the wonderful world of IMing. i am currently talking to one of my friends right now. i get lotz of 3D smileys to use, too. tis fun.
16-Oh, my goodness! What could be on the randome thread that ContentProtect is repelled by, thus making it make the randome thread off-limits to you… Have the GAPAs not been doing their job?????????
18 – no, the ContentProtect is just faulty. it blocks me from Googling nonsensical words, blocks me from random pages because it says that it has porn on it, and stuff like that. it’s really ________ annoying.
In good King Arthur’s day,
When we lived under the king,
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor,
Three jolly rogues of Lin.*
Three jolly rogues of Lin,
Three jolly rogues of Lin,
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor,
Three jolly rogues of Lin.
The miller he stole corn,
And the weaver he stole yarn,
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth
To keep those three rogues warm.
To keep those three rogues warm,
To keep those three rogues warm,
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth,
To keep those three rogues warm.
Tell me if you’d like to hear the other two verses, which tell of the untimely ends of the three rogues.
*I’ve spelled it wrong, I know, but I can’t remember how to spell it properly.
I saw a Fray, OkGo, and Mae concert last night. IT WAS AMAZING. OkGo swears way way way too much, but they were definitely the highlight of the show. The Fray was good too, and they sang Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira (which was hilarious) and Day Tripper by the Beatles. They were really good! Didn’t hear much of Mae.
Rudolpph the red-nosed reindeer,
Had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You would even say it glowsLike a lightbulb! All of the other reindeer,
Used to laugh and call him names,Like Pinnochio! They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer gamesLike Monopoly! Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
“Rudolph with your noose so bright,
Won’t you glide my sleigh tonight?”
Then how the reindeer loved him,
And they shoputhed out with glee,
“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
You’ll go down in history!”With George Washington!
I had to. It can’t be as long as the 1st post. Birdhouse in Your Soul
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It’s a simple message and I’m leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note spelled l-i-t-e
My story’s infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn’t rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
There’s a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I’d be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while you’re at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
We’ve been driving around
From one end of this town to the other and back
But no one’s ever seen us (No one’s ever seen us)
Driving our Econoline van (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
And no one’s ever heard of our band
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
Then they wouldn’t understand a word we say,
So we’ll scratch it all down into the clay
Half believing there will sometime come a day
Someone gives a damn
Maybe when the concrete has crumbled to sand
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
The Mesopotam-ish sun is beating down
And making cracks in the ground
But there’s nowhere else to stand
In Mesopotamia, (No one’s ever seen us)
The kingdom where we secretly reign (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
The land where we invisibly rule
As the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
This is my last stick of gum
I’m going to cut it up so everybody else gets some
Except for Ashurbanipal who says my haircut makes me look like a Mohenjo-daroan
Hey, Ashurbanipal,
I’m a Mesopotamian
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
“Hey, man, I thought that you were dead
I thought you crashed your car”
“No, man, I’ve been right here this whole time playing bass guitar
For the Mesopotamians”
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
5, 30- You are now my best friends. And 8(Kiki), you get an honorable mention.
I could start rambling about how I chose that song for my lyrical analysis due tomorrow in English class. A chance to force the whole class to listen to good TMBG, and my favorite song ever. I don’t know what it means. I have to do that analysis tonight.
I have to post lyrics to make this post pointed, don’t I?
Ok, after Birdhouse In Your Soul, I’ve listened to She’s An Angel the most. And 10 of my top 25 songs are TMBG.
I remember two or three people posted parts of it a couple music threads ago. Started by me.
She’s An Angel, They Might Be Giants(band), They Might Be Giants(album)
I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm
But everyone was acting normal so I tried to look nonchalant
We both said I really love you
The Shriners loaned us cars
We raced up and down the sidewalk twenty thousand million times
Why did they send her over anyone else
How should I react?
These things happen to other people
They don’t happen at all, in fact
When you’re folowing an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing
I heard they have a space program,
When they sing you can’t hear there’s no air
Sometimes I think I’d kinda like that and
Other times I think I’m already there
Gonna ask for my admission
Gonna speak to the man in charge
The secretary says he’s on another line
Can I hold for a long long time?
I found out she’s an angel
I don’t think she knows I know
I’m worried that something might happen to me
If anyone ever finds out
Why, why did they send her over anyone else?
How should I react?
These things happen to other people
They don’t happen at all
When you’re following an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing
I heard they have a space program
When they sing you can’t hear there’s no air
Sometimes I think I’d kinda like that and
Other times I think I’m already there
When you’re following an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re metting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing
My most played songs are heavily slanted towards alarm clock songs, which have all been TMBG. After She’s An Angel, my next most played song is Your Horoscope For Today(weird al), and after that Am I Awake? (tmbg), which was my alarm clock for almost two months.
Ok, that wasn’t a double post, but this will be, and the regret still applies.
33- I heard it as “nicest thing”. Let me check the wiki…
This Might Be a Wiki has “nicest things” the first two times and “nicest thing” the last time.
Aaahhh! I must permeate this thread with folk songs before it is too late! Help me, someone!
*thinks very hard*
I don’t know enough lyrics! Willie Taylor, I guess (if that qualifies), but does anyone really want to read/hear that? I’d rather not post it. The Lailly Worm and the Mackerel of the Sea? I.e., a murder ballad with fantastical creatures.
Ladies up in here tonight
We’ll weigh em, we’ll weigh em
We got the refugees up in here
We’ll weigh em
Shakira, Shakira
I never really knew that she could weigh that much
She makes a man wants to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira
Oh baby when you eat like that
You make a woman get fat
So be wise and keep on
Adding the pounds to my body
And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy
Hey Girl, I can see your belly jiggling
And it’s driving me crazy
And I didn’t have the slightest idea
Until I saw you eating
And when you walk up in the kitchen
Nobody cannot ignore your unhealthy habits, girl
And everything so unexpected – the way you scarf and wolf it
So you can keep on eating it
I never really knew that she could weigh that much
She makes a man wants to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira, Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira
Oh baby when you eat like that
You make a woman get fat
So be wise and keep on
Adding the pounds to my body
And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I am starting to feel the weight
Come on, feed me, real fast
’Cause this food asi es perfecto
And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy
Oh boy, I can my body growing
Half fat, half me
I don’t, don’t really know what I’m doing
But I seem to be hungry
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can’t so you know
That’s a bit too hard to explain
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de da
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de da
I never really knew that she could eat that much
She makes a man want to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira
Oh baby when you talk eat that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Feeding the fat on my body
Senorita, eat the food now, let me see you eat like you come from America
Mira en Barranquilla se baila as, eat it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila as
Yeah
She’s so hungry every foods fantasy a slob like me back with the Americans from a Five Star restaurant
I go back like when she was as thin as Brittany Spears
She make a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch her?
Americans and British
She ain’t guilty, it’s her family tradition
No more does she scarf cake
She runs the restaurant because she owns her own float (YO)
And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I am starting to feel the weight
Come on, feed me, real fast
’Cause this food asi es perfecto
Oh you know I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy
How the **** did we wind up like this?
Why weren’t we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try turn the tables
I wish you’d unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there’s been too much of this
But don’t think it’s too late
Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
Well I’d hope that since we’re here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we’ve always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story’s played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
[Solo]
How the **** did we wind up like this?
Why weren’t we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story’s played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
I know you’re wondering when
36 (Alice) – Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin’ trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin’ ‘neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Good morning America how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues.
Good night, America, how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
37-tihi.if that song were not so horrile i would find your parody more amusing.
Hence I will anoint
And whisper wholeheartedly
The creed of Hades and beyond
As I succumb to inevitable sin
For I cannot enslave myself
With imaginary words of salvation
The hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throne
The winds that blow purity
Signify my chosen legacy
I was born to opposition
A contender to creation
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
For my sins
I will ask no forgiveness
For my sins
They are not to forgive
So never speak of me quietly
Stand by my confession
I voice your rebellion
Against the traitor of the world
I am the first creature of this Kingdom
I will be the One
To out live His time
With the triumph of free will
Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!
What care we tho’ white the Minch is
What care we for wind and weather?
Let her go boys, every inch is
Wearing homeward to Mingulay!
Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!
Wives are waiting on the bank, boys,
Looking seaward from the heather.
Pull her ’round boys, and we’ll anchor
‘Ere the sun sets at Mingulay!
Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!
Now if I can find that other one . . . But it’s so hard when you don’t know the title. You’ll have to be content with that for now, though I’m sure I can find some others on Wiki.
We are the folk song army,
Every one of us cares.
We all hate poverty, war, and injustice
Unlike the rest of you squares.
There are innocuous folk songs, yeah,
But we regard ’em with scorn.
The folks who sing ’em have no social conscience,
Why, they don’t even care if Jimmy Crack Corn.
If you feel dissatisfaction,
Strum your frustrations away.
Some people may prefer action,
But give me a folk song any old day.
The tune don’t have to be clever,
And it don’t matter if you put a couple extra syllables into a line.
It sounds more ethnic if it ain’t good English
And it don’t even gotta rhyme…excuse me: rhyne!
Remember the war against Franco?
That’s the kind where each of us belongs.
Though he may have won all the battles,
We had all the good songs!
So join in the folk song army!
Guitars are the weapons we bring
To the fight against poverty, war, and injustice.
Ready, aim, sing!
Hey there Delilah
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true
Hey there Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it’s my disguise
I’m by your side
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be making history like I do
You know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here’s to you
This ones for you
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me.
37-Ha ha! Have you heard the 103.5 FM “This Is Why I’m Fat” song? Retaliation galore. Mack @ Nite plays it sometimes.
47-Tom Lehrer! “Oh Clementine/Can’t you tell from the howls of me/This love of mine/Calls to you from the bowels of me…”
No one has taken me up on my challenge. I feel lost. Alone. Lonely. And unloved. *sobs* WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don’t understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God’s command?
A country that’s divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it’s crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don’t look now to Israel
It might be in your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel’s bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.
They killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake…last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake…no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don’t say it, don’t mean I ain’t
thinking it
Next thing you know, they’ll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.
50-On my radio, 103.5 is a country station. I think. Some people say my songs suck because they like the origional, and some people say they suck because they hate the origional, but I must say I would say This Is Why I’m Fat would be hilarous, and I love This Is Why I’m Hot too.
So if you’re lonely
You know I’m here waiting for you
I’m just a cross-hair
I’m just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken
shattered I lie
I’m just a cross-hair
I’m just a shot then we can die
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you
I say don’t you know
You say you don’t know
I say… take me out
I say you don’t show
Don’t move time is slow
I say… take me out
I say you don’t know
You say you don’t go
I say… take me out
If I move, this could die
If eyes move this can die
I want you… to take me out
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you
I say, don’t you know
You say you don’t know
I say… take me out
If I wait this could die
If I wane this could die
I want you to take me out
If I move, this could die
If eyes move this can die
Come on… Take me out
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you
this is probably my fav song besides fergalicious, just lose it, pump it, and hips don’t lie.
48- In English, we were playing the songs we did lyric analysis for, and that song was bothering me because I didn’t know anything about it. Now I do. I don’t care quite enough to go get the song, but if someone I know talks about the band, I can ask to borrow the CD.
I’ll just go through my Top 25.
Your Horoscope For Today, “Weird Al” Yankovic, Running With Scissors
This song is in my Top 25 because it’s the song that all the play/musical people like, and it brings to mind fond memories of the play and musical.
Aquarius
There’s travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day
Pisces
Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus
You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say
Aries
The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon
Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep
Taurus
You will never find true happiness – what you gonna do, cry about it?
The stars predict tomorrow you’ll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
Gemini
Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence
Your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest
Cancer
The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud
Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver’s test
Leo
Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss’s face, oh no
Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik
Virgo
All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent – except for you
Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled on a stick
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
Now you may find it inconceivable or at the very least a bit unlikely that the relative position of the planets and the stars
Could have a special deep significance or meaning that exclusively applies to only you
But let me give you my assurance that these forcasts and predictions are all based on solid, scientific
Documented evidence, so you would have to be some kind of moron not to reaize that every single one of the is absolutely true
Where was I?
Libra
A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you
Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week
Scorpio
Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window
Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak
Sagittarius
All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them)
Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you’ve got hanging in your den
Capricorn
The stars say that you’re an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they’re lying
If I were you, I’d lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (yay yay yay yay yay)
That’s your horoscope for today
15: lol! That came on at Spring Fling, and everyone went crazy because we all hadn’t heard that since, like, 4th grade when it was a big hit.
32: Ooh! Will you post your lyrics analysis?
36: Sorry, I don’t think I know any folk songs… unless “Amazing Grace” or “Waltzing Matilda” counts.
38: See #4. I think “If Everyone Cared” is their worst song yet.
41: Your band did “Hips Don’t Lie”!? As in, your school band? What is the world coming to??
48: Hmm. I liked that song the first time I heard it, and none of the subsequent times. It’s EXTREMELY overplayed now. My friend is angry that the radio stations are ruining it, because it was her favorite song three years ago.
“Cyclops Rock”
I taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart
And then you go and waste my cyclops time
Mess up my cyclops mind
I’m sick
Like Chucky was sick
My defeated heart keeps beating on
I won’t die
Like Chucky won’t die
But I’m not here to socialize
Gotta find a new place to hang out
‘Cause I’m tired of living in Hell
I’m a mess
Since you cut me out
But Chucky’s arm keeps me company
I’m a fright
With my tombstone smile
All the children run away from me
Gotta find new friends to hang with
‘Cause you’re all afraid of me
And I taught you how to cyclops rock!!
And then you go and turn around and break my heart…
And then you go and waste my cyclops time,
Mess up my cyclops mind!
Dan!*
~guitar solo~
It was sweet
Like lead paint is sweet
But the after-effect left me paralyzed
I just stare
With my one glass eye
Hoping you won’t be back again
There’s a whole new generation
Waiting to be wrecked by you
I taught you how to cyclops rock!!
And then you go and turn around and break my heart!
You waste my cyclops time,
And mess up my cyclops mind!!
Pony, Twist, Monkey, and Froog!
These are the things that I taught to you
Hitchhike, Boogie, Hypocrite Bop!
I’m stuck in a van outside of New York!
AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart!!!
You waste my cyclops time
And I’ve got a cyclops mind…
*Before I looked up the lyrics, I always thought he yelled “Damn!” here. Both make sense (Dan is the band’s guitarist), but I like “damn” better because this is a really angry part of the song and this makes it into a climax.
Hm. I also thought it was “Hypocrite, Bup”, not “Hypocrite Bop”. This is from TMBW, by the way.
56- The more you say you hate Nickelback, the more I will post it
How You Remind Me
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”
yet, yet, yet, no no
yet, yet, yet, no no
it’s not like you didn’t know that
I said i love you and i swear i still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
and this is how you remind me of what i really am
this is how you remind me of what i really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”
yet, yet, yet, no no(x2)
yet, yet, yet, no no
Never made it as a wise man
I couldnt cut it as a poor man stealin’
and this is how you remind me
this is how you remind me
this is how you remind me of what i really am
this is how you remind me of what i really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet
Does anybody know the name of this song:
Push the pedal down, watch the world around, come on and lets fly, push the pedal down fly fly away… something like that but it’s on the radio a lot…
When the Devil is too busy
And Death’s a bit too much
They call me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I’m Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I’m Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it’s all the same
I’m the fly in your soup
I’m the pebble in your shoe
I’m the pea beneath your bed
I’m a bump on every head
I’m the peel on which you slip
I’m a pin in every hip
I’m the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and ride And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
While there’s children to make sad
While there’s candy to be had
while there’s pockets left to pick
While there’s grannies left to trip down the stairs
I’ll be there, I’ll be waiting ’round the corner
It’s a game. I’m glad I’m in it
‘Cause there’s one born every minute
And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.
I’m the fear that keeps you awake
I’m the shadows on the wall
I’m the monsters they become
I’m the nightmare in your skull
I’m a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I’m the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.
And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
It gets so lonely being evil
What I’d do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you’re evil
I’m lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need
Probably the funniest thing about this song (besides the ending :D) is hearing hewitt sing the bit about “and i do it all for free” i’m absolutely determined to record that on my phone, but i told him i was going to, so he always stops when i try to sneakily take my phone out (i guess i’m not that sneaky…)
oh hey, and what about sir paul and his b-day? some beatles would be good…
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I’m crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I’m crying, I’m crying.
I’m crying, I’m crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don’t you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I’m crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.
Goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob g’goo.
haha, i love that song. and i can totally sing it too.
Would it help if you knew it was a parody? The Beatles later revealed that they were making fun of some of Bob Dylan’s more pretentiously obscure lyrics.
Speaking of parodies, has anyone here seen The Rutles? Some of the Monty Python troupe filmed a sendup of the Beatles. I’ve never listened to “I Am the Walrus” in quite the same way since hearing the Rutles’ song “Piggy in the Middle”:
Bible punching heavyweight
Evangelistic boxing kangaroo
Orangutan and anaconda
Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, even Pluto, too
Hey, diddle diddle (whooo!)
The cat and the fiddle (whooo!)
Piggy in the middle (whooo!)
Do a poo poo
The name comes from Rutland, the smallest county in England. It rhymes with “scuttles.”
Their movie and songs are still around. They’re worth a look and a listen. The parodies and production are so good that sometimes you could easily mistake them for the Beatles.
I see. Well, hmm. “Major Happy’s Up-and-Coming Once Upon a Good Time Band”? Oh, please. That is so obviously a parody on “Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” that it’s not even funny. Actually, it is rather funny.
I don’t even know how to spell Seargant. Is that right? Or is the one in the title right?
“MuseBlog: Where things you thought you hallucinated turn out to be true.”
Yes, if MBers ever need a new way to torture their siblings, learning and singing “Piggy in the Middle” and “Cheese and Onions” would be an effective option.
“Good Day” by the Dresden Dolls; lyrics copied from their website. And censored by me. Unfortunately, it’s my favourite line in the song I had to censor…
so you dont want to hear about my good song?
and you dont want to hear about how i am getting on
with all the things that i can get done
the sun is in the sky & i am by my lonesome
so you don’t want to hear about my good day?
you have better things to do than to hear me say
god its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i took out the trash today and i’m on fire…
so you don’t want to hear about my good friends?
you dont have the guts to take the truth or consequence
success is in the eye of the beholder
and its looking even better over your cold shoulder
i’m not suggesting you up and line me up for questioning
but jesus think about the bridges you are burning
and i’m betting
that even though you knew it from the start
you’d rather be a [censored] than be an ordinary broken heart
so go ahead and talk about your bad day…
i want all the details of the pain and misery
that you are inflicting on the others
i consider them my sisters and i’d like their numbers
god its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i took up croquet today and i’m on fire
i picked up the pieces of my broken ego
i have finally made my peace as far as you and me go
but i’d love to have you up to see the place
& i’d like to do more than survive i’d like to rub it in your face…..
hey! its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i had so much fun today and i’m on fire
god it’s been a lovely day everything’s been going my way
ever since you went away hey i’m on fire…..
i’m on fire…
i’m on fire…
so you dont want to hear about my good day?
And he sunk her in the lonesome, lonesome water,
And he sunk her in the lonesome sea.
Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Green Willow Tree
And he sunk . . . Oh wait, that doesn’t work. He wouldn’t sink his own ship!
Agh I don’t know half the words anyways and I started in the middle. How about the other version.
Oh there was a ship a-sailing in the North Americee*
And she went by the name of the Green Willow Tree.
Sailing-O the lonesome, lowlands low, so level and so low.
They had not been a-sailing for two weeks or three,
When they were overtaken by the Turkish Revelee.**
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“Oh” cried the captain, “whatever will we do?
The Turkish Revelee will surely cut us all in two.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Up spake the cabin-boy “What will you give to me,
If I sink for you the Turkish Revelee?”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“Oh I will give you gold, and I will give you fee,
And my only daughter your wedded wife to be.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Turkish Revelee.
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
He had a little instrument just fitted for the work,
And he bored nine holes in the bottom of the Turk.
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Some the came with hats, and some they came with caps,
And they tried for to fill those salty water gaps.
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Green Willow Tree.
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“Oh” said the cabin boy “come take me up on board.
And be unto me just as good as your word.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“No” said the captain “I won’t take you up on board.
I won’t be unto you just as good as my word.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“If it weren’t for my love of your daughter and your men,
I would do unto you as I done unto them.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Out on his back, and away swam he
“Farewell, farewell, to the Green Willow Tree.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Charming, no?
*Don’t ask, I don’t know.
**I’m merely repeating what I heard. It’s probably a total Mondagreen, but who cares?
78- The version I heard (the second one) was the Green Willow Tree. I later saw it in a book of poetry as “The Golden Vanity”, but still sing it as The Green Willow Tree. I think that maybe the other version (the first one) was called the Golden Willow Tree, but maybe I’m imagining things.
I’ve just done a little Web search. It’s one of the Child ballads (number 286), and there are dozens of versions and titles. You can see several of them listed at http: //thechildballads. com/ .
Francis Child collected it under the name “The Sweet Trinity.” Other names include “The Golden Vanity,” The Golden Victory,” “The Golden Willow Tree,” “The Merry Golden Tree,” “The Sweet Kumadee,” “The Turkish Rebelee,” “The Turkey Shivaree,” and “The Weeping Willow Tree.” The enemies are sometimes Turks, sometimes Spaniards, and sometimes French. Old ballads are fun to sing, but they’re unreliable sources of historical information.
80- In some versions Sir Walter Raleigh is the captain, in some versions the captain keeps his promises (or some of them) in some the boy is saved, in some he dies. It goes on and on.
Do you sing other Child ballads? “The False Knight on the Road”? “The Devil’s Nine Questions”? Or just the nautical ones? It’s hard to go wrong with Child. They’re such powerful old songs.
85- Actually, I’ve never heard any of the other Child ballads, unless I didn’t know what they were. The False Knight on the Road sounds awfully familiar though, maybe I read it in a poetry book.
Artist: Stevie Nicks Lyrics
Song: Edge of Seventeen Lyrics
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Whoo… whoo… whoo…
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
And the days go by…
Like a strand in the wind…
In the web that is my own…
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby…
Nothin’ else mattered
He was no more… than a baby then
Well he… seemed broken hearted…
Something within him
But the moment… that I first laid…
Eyes… on… him… all alone…
On the edge of… seventeen
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
ooo baby… ooo… said ooo…
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
I went today… maybe I will go again…
Tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly…
Familiar
And I see you doing…
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet…
And the voice from a choir
And a melody… nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
The clouds… never expect it…
When it rains
But the sea changes colours…
But the sea…
Does not change
And so… with the slow… graceful flow…
Of age
I went forth… with an age old…
Desire… to please
On the edge of… seventeen
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
Well then suddenly…
There was no one… left standing
In the hall… yeah yeah…
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin’ for an answer…
Up the stairs… and down the hall
Not to find an answer…
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird… singing…
Come away… come away…
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo… baby ooo… said ooo
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo… baby ooo… said ooo
Well I hear you in the morning…
And I hear you…
At nightfall…
Sometime to be near you…
Is to be unable… to hear you…
My love…
I’m a few years older than you…
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
66-ha, the rutles. good times. i think it was you who first got me to see that actually…you or queenie…
so limewire has given me far too many songs *arrghneedstomakemoney*
and this has nothing to do with music, but i’ve been re-reading all my neil gaiman and like it even more now (if that’s possible)
i know, that was really random.
k, this is the song lyrics thread, i’d feel guilty without any lyrics on here…
Some people call me the space cowboy,yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitus of love.
People talk about me, baby
Say I’m doin’ you wrong, doin’ you wrong
Well, don’t you worry baby
Don’t worry Cause I’m right here, right here, right here,
right here at home
Cause I’m a picker
I’m a grinner
I’m a lover
And I’m a sinner
I play my music in the sun.
I’m a joker
I’m a smoker
I’m a midnight toker
I get my loving on the run Wooo Woooo
You’re the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Wanna shake your tree.
a Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I’ll sure show you a good time
Cause I’m a picker
I’m a grinner
I’m a lover
And I’m a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I’m a joker
I’m a smoker
I’m a midnight toker
I sure don’t want to hurt no one Wooo Wooooo
Wooo Wooo
People keep talking about me baby
They say I’m doin’ you wrong
Well don’t you worry, don’t worry, no don’t worry mama
Cause I’m right here at home
You’re the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches wanna shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I’ll show you a good time
That song is highly amusing to me. I always crack up at it. Sometimes i get the idea that i’m easily amused…but that’s nonsense of course
O.K., so we sang Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen at music camp, and I can’t get the lyrics out of my head. Here it is (or at least mostly the alto part):
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Stuck in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies, and see.
Poor, poor boy.
Because I’m easy come, easy go. Little high, little low.
Ooo, the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me. To me.
Mama…My time has come. Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody. I’ve got to go…Got to leave it all behind and face the truth. Mama…….Oooooo. The wind blows… I don’t want to die. I sometimes wish I’d never been born at aaaaall. OOOOOoooo.
I see a little silouetto of a man; Scara-mouche, Scara-mouche, will you do the fandango. Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me! Galileo! Galileo! Galileo! Galileo figaroooo. Magnifico co co co co!
I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family. Spare him his life from this monstrosity!!
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismilah! No! We will not let you go! Let him go! Bismilah! We will not let you go! Let him go! Bismilah! We will not let you go! Let him go! Will not let you go! Let him go! Will not let you go o o o. No, no, no, no, no, no!
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil set aside for meee, for meee, for me!!!!!!!
(wicked awesome guitar solo)
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Ooooo, baby. Can’t do this to me, baby. Just got to get out. Just got to get right out of here.
Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows…
(Apparently we skipped a verse. Maybe it was too “innappropriate” for middle school music camp. I got this verse from the Lyrics Freak website)
Mama,just killed a man, put a gun against his head,pulled my trigger,now he’s dead.
Mama,life had just begun, but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away. Mama ooo, didn’t mean to make you cry. If I’m not back again this time tomorrow; carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters…
89-can’t argue, but you have to admit it’s funny :D\
so this is from the musical we’re doing next year, anything goes (haha, look at the PG wodehouse thread ) This is the one us hardcore theater geeks have been singing at each other all summer.
[RENO]
Billy, where’s the old Crocker confidence? You
Think he’s got one tiny fraction of your brains,
your looks, your…your…
At words poetic, I’m so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting ’em off my chest,
To let ’em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I’ll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
But least it’ll tell you
How great you are.
You’re the top!
You’re the Colosseum.
You’re the top!
You’re the Louvre Museum.
You’re a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You’re a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare’s sonnet,
You’re Mickey Mouse.
You’re the Nile,
You’re the Tower of Pisa,
You’re the smile on the Mona Lisa
I’m a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I’m the bottom you’re the top!
[BILLY]
Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I’ll second the motion
And this is what I’m going to add;
You’re the top!
You’re Mahatma Gandhi.
You’re the top!
You’re Napoleon Brandy.
You’re the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You’re the National Gallery
You’re Garbo’s salary,
You’re cellophane.
You’re sublime,
You’re turkey dinner,
You’re the time, the time of a Derby winner
I’m a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
[RENO]
You’re the top!
You’re an arrow collar
You’re the top!
You’re a Coolidge dollar,
You’re the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You’re an O’Neill drama,
[BILLY]
You’re Whistler’s mama,
[RENO]
You’re camembert.
[BILLY]
You’re a rose,
You’re Inferno’s Dante,
[RENO]
You’re the nose
On the great Durante.
I’m just in a way,
As the French would say, “de trop”.
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
[BILLY]
You’re the top!
You’re a dance in Bali.
You’re the top!
You’re a hot tamale.
You’re an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You’re a Boticcelli,
[RENO]
You’re Keats,
[BILLY]
You’re Shelly,
[RENO]
You’re Ovaltine.
[BILLY]
You’re a boom,
You’re the dam at Boulder,
You’re the moon,
Over Mae West’s shoulder,
I’m the nominee of the G.O.P.
[RENO]
Or GOP!
[BILLY]
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
[RENO]
You’re the top!
You’re a Waldorf salad.
You’re the top!
You’re a Berlin ballad.
You’re the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You’re an old Dutch master,
[BILLY]
You’re Lady Astor,
[RENO]
You’re broccoli.
[BILLY]
You’re romance,
You’re the steppes of Russia,
You’re the pants on a Roxy usher,
I’m a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
[BOTH]
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
Well, we might as well have the title song (note, this show first played Broadway in 1934):
[RENO]
Times have changed,
And we’ve often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.
Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.
The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo’s,
Anything Goes.
When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they’d rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes.
If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that’s smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.
[RENO, PASSENGERS & CREW]
The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
[RENO]
If saying your prayers you like,
If green pears you like
If old chairs you like,
If back stairs you like,
If love affairs you like
With young bears you like,
Why nobody will oppose!
[ALL]
And though I’m not a great romancer
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes…
Anything goes!
I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies that I made you believe
when guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed where your nightgown used to be
Oooo
I told myself I won’t miss you
But I remember, what it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your inocence tastes
And I think you should know
You deserve much better than me
I was looking through your old box of notes
Found those pictures I took
That you were looking for
If there’s one memory I don’t want to lose
That time at the mall
Me and you in the dressing room
I told myself I won’t miss you
But I remember, what it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your inocence tastes
And I think you should know
You deserve much better than me
Four tres two ono
Listen up yall cuz this is the beat that im bangin is delicious
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
they want ma treasures so they get they pleasures from my photo
you can see me you cant sqweez me i aint easy i aint sleasy i got reasons why i tease em
boys just come and go like seazons
fergalicious
but i aint promiscuous and if you was suspicious
all that
[hey, no profanity! snip. — admin]
is fictitious i blo kisses
that put them boys on rock rock and they be linin down the blog just to watch what i got so delicious
I wait for You by: Elliot Yamin
O baby I will wait for you
Cuz I don’t know what else I can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
I wait for you
Unwritten by: Natasha Bedingfield
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Noone else, no one else
Artist: The Ark
Song: The Worrying Kind
Moves, I like to make ’em
Grooves, I like to shake ’em
Shake ’em from my troublesome mind
‘Cause sometimes you’ll find
That I’m out of my mind
You see baby, I’m the worrying kind
Words, I’d like to break ’em
Words, I like to shake ’em
Shake ’em from my troublesome mind
And you turn up your nose
It’s a joke you suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind
So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy ol’ stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don’t call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police ’cause they won’t care
I’m just a silly old boy with my head in the can
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When I feel like a fake
When I’m saying to you all be good for goodness sake?
Words, I like to break ’em
Words, I’d like to shake ’em
Shake ’em from my troublesome mind
And why? Heaven knows
It’s a joke I suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind
So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy ol’ stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don’t call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police ’cause they won’t care
I’m just a silly old boy with my head in the can
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When I feel like a fake
When I’m saying to you all be good for goodness sake?
Oh, words, I like to shake ’em
Words, I’d like to break ’em
Shake ’em from my troublesome mind
And why? Heaven knows
It’s a joke I suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind
And you turn up your nose
And you say it’s a pose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind
Yeah, sometimes I’m blind
I’m just out of my mind
Baby, I’m the worrying kind
+++
Artist: Queen
Song: Killer Queen
She keeps Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
‘Let them eat cake’ she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can’t decline
Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
Chorus:
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, guillotine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you’re that way inclined
Perfume came naturally from Paris
for cars she couldn’t care less
Fastidious and precise
Chorus
Drop of a hat she’s as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She’s all out to get you
Chorus
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try
+++
Artist: Voltaire
Song: God Thinks
God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm equipment
God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks the white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks
God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re a waste of flesh
God prefers an Atheist
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection
God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong
God thinks women deserve it
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment
I hate people who blame the Devil for their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re an idiot
God prefers a heretic
God God
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own agenda
God is a liberal
God is a democrat
God wants you to vote republican
never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of god
and says it’s absolute truth
its lies and it smells like death
its all in a day’s work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money
if he wanted to start a holy war?
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own protection
God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown
’cause God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is Everything
+++
Yes, I C&P’ed from teh interwebs because I really would rather not have to type them up muhself.
Oh, you are all in for it as I make up for not posting good songs for 3 weeks. Let’s see… this is probably one of my absolute most favorite songs, though it’s really hard to choose them. It’s brilliant, and even though it’s by a Folkmetal band most of you should like it, it’s mostly folk and not really ‘metal’ at all, besides being awesome…
On the Morning Dew
At the border of the plain where suddenly the forest dies
On the first day of the season
When the moon will shine full in the sky
I will wait for you there bathed by a magic light
I will wait, I will pray for this moment to become aliiivee…
For this night I will see you as an elf clad in leaves
You´re going to see myself the fairy of your secret dreams
Even if all this belongs to worlds of fantasy
For this time, only this night everything is fair, belongs to me
One night fantasy…
Live my every breath, my every touch, my every single sigh
Seizing hold of every glance
As the day´s passing by begins a wonderful sight,
Dancing on the moment dew, the dawn has come only for you
I look up at the sky for the stars to be my guii-iide..
[instrumentals]
At the border of the plain where suddenly the forest dies
On the first day of the season,
When the moon will shine full in the sky
I waited for you there bathed by a magic light
I have waited, I have prayed and this moment has become alive one night fantasy…
Live my every breath, my every touch, my every single sighs
Seizing hold of every glance
As the day´s passing by, begins a wonderful sight…
Dancing on the moment dew, the dawn has come, only for you
I look up at the sky for the stars to be my gui-iide
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I’m the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I’m walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What’s ****ed up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs
To know I’m still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a…
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I’m the only one and I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Until then I walk alone…
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you’ve had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold/These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you’ve lost yourself completely
Could be the night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to decieving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold/Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
When everything is wrong
We move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
When everything is wrong we move along
Along, along, along
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
Go on, go on, go on, go on
Right back what is wrong
We move along
“Brimstone eyes she hath,
Black in colour, lookin’ sad
The hair like straw, her skin so raw…
A debauchery decadent”
Grandmother used to tell
“beware, do not go near the hut – I say!”
It was believed to be the home of a witch
– a house left in decay
They speakest alright
‘Cause I went one night
And saw the old house
Ivy all around
Suddenly I was bound
And fell in darkness
They speakest alright
‘Cause I went one night
And saw the old house
Ivy all around
Suddenly I was bound
And fell in daarkness…
People brave enough went
And faced the things they said
They never came back, neither to be,
Sorry for their misbelieve
Only pieces of their bodies hanging up
On the strangest trees they found
Forming shapes that may have linked
To whom the parts belonged in a whole lifetime
They speakest alright
‘Cause I went one night
And saw the old house
Ivy all around
Suddenly I was bound
And fell in darkness
In her arms you’ll crackle like fire
In the night you’ll see her Swallowtail
When she’s near you’ll hear hell’s choirs
Run fast as you can, right in the arms of the unknown
In her arms you’ll crackle like fire
In the night you’ll see her Swallowtail
When she’s near you’ll hear hell’s choirs
Run fast as you can, right in the arms of the unknooooooowwn…
oh, oooohohhh…
Swallowtail Swallowtail
They told me that your evil would prevail on me,
But now I know you are not what they say
Swallowtail Swallowtail
Your beauty comes like sunshine after rain, so warm,
An unexpected spark to wash away the dark
She was supposed to be so old, deceitful,
Not deceivable
Death she’d exhale from the never
Ending rings hanging on her nose
They speakest no right
‘Cause I went one night
And saw the old house
Butterflies around
Suddenly I was bound
And fell in beauty
In her arms you’ll crackle like fire
In the night you’ll see her Swallowtail
When she’s near you’ll hear hell’s choirs
Run fast as you can, right in the arms of the unknown
All the things they told me – liars!
All because she is too beautiful
I know I won’t go back ’cause
At the end I’ll be a butterfly
Swallowtail Swallowtail
They told me that your evil would prevail on me,
But now I know you are not what they say
Swallowtail, Swallowtail
Your beauty comes like sunshine after rain, so warm,
An unexpected spark to wash away the dark…
I thought I was smart, I thought I was right
I thought it better not to fight
I thought there was a virtue in always being cool
So it came time to fight, I thought I’ll just step aside
And that the time would prove you wrong
And that you would be the fool
I don’t know where the sunbeams end and that the starlights begin
It’s all a mystery
Oh, to fight is to defend
If it’s not now then tell me when would be the time
That you would stand up and be a man
For to lose I could accept
But to surrender I just wept
And regretted this moment, oh that I, I was the fool
I don’t know where the sunbeams end and that the starlights begin
It’s all a mystery
And I don’t know how a man decides what’s right for his own life
It’s all a mystery
‘Cause I’m a man, not a boy
And there are things you can’t avoid
You have to face them when you’re not prepared to face them
If I could, I would, but you’re with him
I’d do no good
I should have fought him but instead I let him, I let him take you
I don’t know where the sunbeams end and that the starlights begin
It’s all a mystery
And I don’t know how a man decides what’s right for his own life
It’s all a mystery
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You’re probably on your flight back to your hometown
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and center, clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know
I hope you know
That this is nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
blah blah blah enough to do
and I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
The path that I’m walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I’m full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don’t always have a happy ending, do they
And I forsee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know
I hope you know
That this is nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
blah blah blah enough to do
and I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
Like a little school mate in a school yard
We’ll play jacks and uno cards
I’ll be your best friend
And you’ll be my, valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
Cuz I want to hold yours too
We’ll be playmates and lovers
and share our secret worlds
But it’s time for me to go home
It’s getting late
It’s dark outside
I need to be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity and
I hope you know
I hope you know
That this is nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
blah blah blah enough to do
and I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
They had to come eventually… The “Face Down” lyrics… Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I’ll never understand why you hang around
I see what’s going down.
Cover up with make up in the mirror
tell yourself it’s never gonna happen again
you cry alone and then he swears he loves you.
Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I’ll tell you my friend, one day this world’s going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect
every action in this world will bear a consequence
If you wade around forever you will surely drown
I see what’s going down.
I see the way you go and say your right again,
say your right again
heed my lecture
Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I’ll tell you my friend, one day this world’s going to end
as your lies crumble down a new life she has found.
One day she will tell you that she has had enough
its coming round again.
(repeat)
Do you feel like a man,
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I’ll tell you my friend, one day this world’s going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn’t hurt she says I finally had enough..
(repeat)
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing
‘Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
[Chorus 1:]
The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
London calling, and I don’t wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain’t got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
[Chorus 2: x2]
The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river
Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An’ you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won’t you give me a smile?
London calling
I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike
You will probably hate me for posting this song, becuase it is sung by someone from Disney Channel (which needs some new writers and actors, no offese intended), but here is goes.
Da Da-n da da, da da da da
Da Da-n da da
oh oh oh ya
It takes a girl to understand
just how to win
she knows, she can
I think its clear, who wears the pants
what boy could stand a chance?
She makes it look easy
in control completely
she’ll get the best of you, every single time
(stop right now, you realize you should)
Never underestimate a girl
gets anything she wants
she’s never gonna stop (you know it, we know it)
Never underestimate a girl
she’s always got a plan
the world is in her hayayayands
Da da-n da da, da da da da
Da da-n da da
She got the lipstick, puts it together
Boys have it good, but girls got it better
Your secretary might end up your boss
whether you, really like, it or no-ot
she makes it look easy
in control completely
she’ll get the best of you, every single time
(thats right,no no no you should)
Never underestimate a girl
gets anything she wants
she’s never gonna stop(you know it, we know it)
Never underestimate a girl
she’s always got a plan
the world is in her hayayayands
She might be president, make all the rules
dont try to win the game your only gonna lose
now girls you we got it, got it goin on
we’ve been trying to tell them all along
(listen up guys take a little sound advice oh)
That’s right
Hey, come on now
Da da-n da da, da da da da (oh oh oh oh)
Da da-n da da
(Oh no you should never)
Never underestimate a girl
gets anything she wants
she’s never gonna stop(you know it, we know it)
Never underestimate a girl (hey)
she’s always got a plan
the world is in her hayayayands(oh)
Never underestimate a girl
gets anything she wants
she’s never gonna stop (you know it, we know it)
Never underestimate a girl
she’s always got a plan
the world is in her hayayayands
I like the song, but it is kind of sexist. Only a little, but it has a good beat, and it’s just fun to dance around to. But I also like it that it makes a point saying girl are also strong and everything because there are still a bunch of people thinking woman are’nt as good (which makes me furious).
108- cool song I like how it points out that girls are better than guys, even if it isn’t always true. I mean isn’t there about an even amount of amazing men and women?
I feel a lot like this song sometimes. I can really connect to it.
Shroud
I had to leeave the house of fashion
Go forth naked from its doors
Cause women should be allies
not competitors
And I had to leeave the house of god
Cause’ the cross replaced the wheel
And the goddesses were out in the garden
With the plants that nourish and heal
I had to leeave the house of privilege
Spend christmas homeless and feeling bad
To learn that privilege is a headache
That you don’t know that you don’t have
And I had to leeave the house of television
To start noticing the clouds
At’s amazing the stuff you see
when you finally shed that shroud
I had to leeave the house of conformity
In order to make art
I had to be more or less true
To learn to tell the two apart
And I had to leave the house of fear
Just about as soon as i could crawl
Ignore my face on the wanted posters
Stuck to the post office wall
I had to leave the house of self-importance
To doodle my first tattoo
Realize a tattoo is no more permanent
Than i am, and who
Ever said that life is suffering
I think they had their finger on the pulse of joy
Ain’t the power of transcendence
The greatest one we can employ
Hi, I haven’t been on in months, sooo sorry!
Yay someone put the lyrics to Boulevard of Broken Dreams!
So is this just a page where people put song lyrics, or can you talk about music in general too? I guess since the board’s name is “song lyrics” that’s what it’d be.
Hello, My Mother is elderly and has become very nostalgic about her childhood recently remembering a part to a nonsense poem or gibberish. It goes something like this Rumstucka flummdiddle , (somethin somethin) Kitty, (somethin somthin) boot jack. Help! If you can lend some suggestions! Thanks Terry
111- Well, there’s a “Music” thread on the main page, so that’s where more people are dscussing music at the moment. This is mostly posting random songs…
hey! guess this tune! (it’s not complete or the song would be given away)
You can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a lady’s; no time to talk.
Music loud, and women warm, I’ve been kicked around since I was born.
It’s alright. It’s OK. You may look the other way. Now we try to understand the the New York Times’ effect on man.
Whether your a brother or whether your a mother…
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there, that’s all I can give.
They see me mowin’
My front lawn
I know they’re all thinking
I’m so White N’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Can’t you see I’m white n’ nerdy
Look at me I’m white n’ nerdy!
I wanna roll with
The gangsters
But so far they all think
I’m too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Really, really white n’ nerdy
First in my class here at M.I.T.
Got skills, I’m a Champion of DND
MC Escher that’s my favorite MC
Keep your 40
I’ll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never spin to the contrary
You’ll find they’re quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Steven Hawkings in my library
My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
I got people begging for my top 8 spaces
Yo I know Pi to a thousand places
Ain’t got no grills but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I’m a whiz at minesweeper I can play for days
Once you see my sweet moves you’re gonna stay amazed,
my fingers movin’ so fast I’ll set the place ablaze
There’s no killer app I haven’t run
At Pascal, well, I’m number 1
Do vector calculus just for fun
I ain’t got a gat but I gotta soldering gun
Happy days is my favourite theme song
I can sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I’ll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I’m fluent in Java Script as well as Klingon
They see me roll on, my Segway!
I know in my heart they think I’m
white n’ nerdy!
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Can’t you see I’m white n’ nerdy
Look at me I’m white n’ nerdy
I’d like to roll with-
The gangsters
Although it’s apparent I’m too
White n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
I’m just too white n’ nerdy
How’d I get so white n’ nerdy?
I’ve been browsing, inspectin’
X-men comics you know I collect ’em
The pens in my pocket
I must protect ’em
my ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shopping online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized Holy Grail really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business doing websites
When my friends need some code who do they call?
I do HTML for them all
Even made a homepage for my dog!
Yo! Got myself a fanny pack
they were having a sale down at the GAP
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
POP POP! Hope no one sees me gettin’ freaky!
I’m nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream
I was in AV club and Glee club and even the chess team!
Only question I ever thought was hard
Was do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
I spend every weekend
at the renaissance fair
I got my name on my under wear!
They see me strollin’
They laughin’
And rollin’ their eyes ’cause
I’m so white n’ nerdy
Just because I’m white n’ nerdy
Just because I’m white n’ nerdy
All because I’m white n’ nerdy
Holy cow I’m white n’ nerdy
I wanna bowl with
the gangsters
but oh well it’s obvious I’m
white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Look at me I’m white n’ nerdy
I’m a stitch away
From making it
And a scar away
From falling apart
Apart
Blood cells pixelate
And eyes dilate
And the full moon pills’ got me out on the street
At night
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Put Love on hold
Young Hollywood
Is on the other line
Her nose runs ruby-red
Deaths in a double bed
Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
I’m a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart
Apart
Blood cells pixelate
And eyes dilate
Kiss away on thrills and kills on the mouths of all
My friends
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
I assume I’m not going to offend any Amish with this, since they are anti-technology.
Amish Paradise
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
But that’s just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I’m milkin’ cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows… fool
And I’ve been milkin’ and plowin’ so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I’m a man of the land, I’m into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1699
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I’ve churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It’s hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise
A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek
I really don’t care, in fact I wish him well
‘Cause I’ll be laughing my head off when he’s burning in hell
But I ain’t never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a ‘tude? You know that’s unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree, I really look good in black…fool
If you come to visit, you’ll be bored to tears
We haven’t even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain’t really quaint, so please don’t point and stare
We’re just technologically impaired
There’s no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Crusoe
It’s as primitive as can be
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We’re just plain and simple guys
Living in an Amish paradise
There’s no time for sin and vice
Living in an Amish paradise
We don’t fight, we all play nice
Living in an Amish paradise
Hitchin’ up the buggy, churnin’ lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I’ll raise anoder
Think you’re really righteous? Think you’re pure in heart?
Well, I know I’m a million times as humble as thou art
I’m the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin’ points for the afterlife
So don’t be vain and don’t be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We’re all crazy Mennonites
Living in an Amish paradise
There’s no cops or traffic lights
Living in an Amish paradise
But you’d probably think it bites
Living in an Amish paradise
(Yeah.)
By the way, in case you guys didn’t know, the lyrics in italics are from the Gilligan’s Island theme song.
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly take-en…
And the violence, caused such silence,
Who are we mi-stakeen?
But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my, fam-i-ly
In your he-ad, in your head they are fightiiiin’
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns,
In your he-ad, in your head, they are crying…
In your heee-ead, in your he-e-ead,
Zo-ombie, zo-ombie, zo-ombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zo-ombie, zo-ombie, zo-ombie?
He-ey, he-ey, he-ey, he-ey, oh,
dou, dou, dou, dou, dou… (x4)
…
Another mother’s breakin’,
Heart is take-in over…
When the vi’lence causes silence,
We must be mi-staken.
It’s the same old theme, since nine,teen-sixteen.
In your he-ad, in your head they’re still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your he-ad, in your head, they are dyyyyy-ing…
In your head, in your head,
Zo-ombie, zo-ombie, zo-ombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zo-ombie, zo-ombie, zo-ombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oooh, ya, ya-ahhhhhhh…
i’ve been becoming slightly obsessed with rush, so here’s my fav (well, for right now at least…stick around for ten minutes and it’ll probably change again…)
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can’t pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
All the worlds indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each anothers audience
Outside the gilded cage
Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?
You knowI gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand
So why your love went away
I just can’t seem to understand
Thought it was me and you baby
Me and you until the end
But I guess I was wrong
Don’t want to think about it,
Don’t want to talk about it
I’m Just so sick about
Can’t believe it’s ending this way
Just so confused about it
End up lose about it
Just can’t do without you
Now tell me is this fair?
This is the way it’s really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Shoulda known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It’s breaking my heart to watch you run around
Cuz I know that your livin’ a lie
That’s OK baby cuz in time you will find
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed
You siad that you were movin’ on now, on now,
and maybe I should do the same
Funny thing about that is
I was ready to give you my name
Thought it was me and you baby, baby
And now it’s all just a shame
I guess I was wrong
Don’t want to think about it,
Don’t want to talk about it
I’m Just so sick about
Can’t believe it’s ending this way
Just so confused about it
End up lose about it
Just can’t do without you
Now tell me is this fair?
This is the way it’s really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Shoulda known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It’s breaking my heart to watch you run around
Cuz I know that your livin’ a lie
That’s OK baby cuz in time you will find
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
Don’t want to think about it,
Don’t want to talk about it
I’m Just so sick about
Can’t believe it’s ending this way
Just so confused about it
End up lose about it
Just can’t do without you
Now tell me is this fair?
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
Forgive me if I’m out of order –
This new ‘music’ has no soul
It may be good for making money,
Sadly that is not my goal
Integrity and honesty are words that you don’t understand,
but you’re the best – it says so in the penny dreadful in your hand
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
they couldn’t be more wrong
If we’d played this riff more punk
Then maybe we’d have had a million seller
But this piper’s tune is not for sale,
I’m glad to say I’m not that kind of fella
D.J.s, V.J.s, pimps and trollops,
Never mind music – this is bollocks
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
They couldn’t be more wrong.
Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out
Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out
Stand your ground behind the times –
And refuse to follow fashion
Write your poetry with anger,
And then sing it with a passion
Painted faces in a circus – images that spring to mind,
When I read my penny dreadful filled with pictures of your kind
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
They couldn’t be more wrong
Commercial suicide’s appealing after
Ten years on this losing streak
‘Cause I’d rather be called sour and bitter
Than be deemed the flavour of the weak
Of the weak, of the weak
Weak of the weak
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
They couldn’t be more wrong
Extra, extra, read all about it!
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
They couldn’t be more wrong
Wow, I think that I prefer not knowing the lyrics. The music’s better, believe you me. Of course, some people know that already.
Sail On by Masterplan
You cannot see it coming
Always without a warning
You need to hold on tighter
Find a brand new start
High on the wire
They taunted you like Messiah
Time for a change
Before your life just falls apart
How could you find a way
From deep within your heart
Reach out and gaze the star
Let the vision fly
We always have to sail on
Out of shadows to the light beyond
Never shut your weary eyes
But always try to see the line
Can you see it in your mind
Wearing the mask for so long
The clown must believe to hold on
Throw down your fears and guide the strength which lies within
We always have to sail on
Out of shadows to the light beyond
Never shut your weary eyes
But always try to see the line
Can you see it in your mind
Can you see it in your mind
New rising sun will shine forever
All your power strong as steel
Turn the page and seek no saviour
Break free and see
The line through the wheel
We always have to sail on
Out of shadows to the light beyond
Never shut your weary eyes
But always try to see the line
We always have to sail on
Out of shadows to the light beyond
Never shut your weary eyes
But always try to see the line
Can you see it in your mind
Can you see it in your mind
Can you see the line
See the line through the wheel
Can you see the line
Spirit Never Die by Masterplan
There was a place – a little town
Where we used to play and laugh around
We went too far – reaching for that star
And the light moved away from me
And the spirit never died – the world belongs to me
This is when I’ve been given time to live and see
I’ll never give up – never give in
Won’t stop believing cause I’m gonna win
Sing with my soul before I get old
Cause there may be no tomorrow
There is no limit to what can be done
Climbing the mountain with power so strong
Dusty roads – down the way
Leaving the future behind me
I got a fast car – like a rock star
Come and join the ride with me
Take a spin downtown
Check out who’s around
I ‘ll show you where you wanna be
And the spirit never dies- let the music take you higher
I know what it means to burn
That’s how I began to learn
So never give up never give in
Rise from the fire if you’re gonna win
Sing with your soul – soon you’ll be old
Fight the demons inside you
There is no limit to what can be done
Climb every mountain with power so strong
Dusty roads on the way – leaving the past behind you
I’ve seen love in vain
I have felt the pain
Torn in desire
Lead by the fire
And as I lived it all the world became to small
And my colors grew colder
The spirit takes me higher
Never give up – never give in
Won’t stop believing cause I’m gonna win
Sing with my soul before I get old
What if there’s no tomorrow
There is no limit to what can be done
Climbing the mountain with power so strong
Dusty roads – down the way
Leaving the memories behind me
Rats Are Following by Elvenking
Find out some poetry…
The topic must be: Love and happiness
So easy to write, so easy to spell
Find out a melody…
That your brain won´t forget
So come out and play, don´t be upsed
[Bridge:]
The roads in the night, plagued by desolation
Are waiting for you…
So sing us your song!
They dance!
[Chorus:]
The rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Find out a remedy…
To their uncoditioned way of bothering
So harmless for you, so deadly to them
The lowelest symphony…
A joke to your hears will fly like a vulture
And will show them their worst side
[Bridge:]
The roads in the night, plagued by desolation
Are waiting for you…
Delight us with your song!
They dance!
[Chorus:]
The rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Like a storm from the sky is falling
We want to hear this sweet warm melody
With havoc, rapture, crawling
We will embrace its every single note
There the vulture, dying, falling
We´d like to hear (it) but this is just the end
[Chorus:]
The rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
I’ve preferred the music to the lyrics on all of these. I guess that I just don’t like metal lyrics.
The Wanderer by Elvenking
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon
I play with stars around me
The elvendom is now calling out my name
My fairy and I are wandering through times
And stories forgotten, some old fairytales
Of wizards of Oz, of lost keys and gardens
Hiding secret doors that lead to a dream
For those who believe there’s always a door to get in
chorus:
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be – The wanderer
I’m hearing scratches at my door
Somebody wants me again
Some little creatures will be my fellows
My demon and I are playing some
wicked games I should not play, not fair to be played
Don’t tell anyone the place where I’m going
’cause they won’t believe – This time I don’t know
If I’ll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home
chorus:
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be – The wanderer
Ok sorry about all these posts in a row, I will stop after this, but here is one of my favorite songs!!!
Christine: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name
And do I dream again? For now I find……
The Phaaaaaaantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind
Phantom:
Sing once again with me, our strange duet
My power over you, grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me, to glance behind
The Phaaaaaaantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind
Christine:
Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear
Phantom:
I am the mask you wear, its me they hear
Together:
Your (My) spirit and Your (my) voice, in one combined
The phaaaaaantom of the opera is there
Inside your (my) mind
He’s there the Phantom of the opera
Beware the Phantom of the opera
Phantom:
In all your fantasies, you always knew
That man and mystery, were both in you
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind
The Phaaaaaantom of the opera is there (here)
Inside your (my) mind
Phantom: (spoken)
Sing my angel of music!!!
Christine:
He’s there, the phantom of the opera
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
I met him in a swamp down in dagoba
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S-O-D-A, soda
I saw the little runt sitting there on a log
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said yoda
Y-O-D-A, yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Well, I’ve been around, but I aint never seen
A guy who looks like a Muppet, but he’s wrinkled and green
Oh, my yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Well, I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand
How he can lift me in the air just by raising his hand
Oh, my yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Well, I left home just a week before
And I’ve never ever been a Jedi before
But Obi-Wan, he set me straight, of course
He said, go to Yoda and he’ll show you the Force
Well I’m not the kind that would argue with Ben
So it looks like I’m gonna start all over again
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
So I used the Force
I picked up a box
I lifted some rocks
While I stood on my head
Well, I won’t forget what Yoda said
He said, Luke, stay away from the darker side
And if you start to go astray, let the Force be your guide
Oh, my yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
I know Darth Vader’s really got you annoyed
But remember, if you kill him, then you’ll be unemployed
Oh, my yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Well, I heard my friends really got in a mess
So I’m gonna have to leave Yoda, I guess
But I know that I’ll be coming back some day
I’ll be playing this part till I’m old and gray
The long-term contract that I had to sign
Says I’ll be making these movies till the end of time
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
I’m carrying the world on my shoulders/the load is heavy and it’s time for an awakening/The road is long I’ve been told but I think it’s short/
Does anyone know what that’s from? They may not, but oh well. If people give up I’ll reveal. Once again, it’s better with the music.
It’s a long, long road
It’s a big, big world
We are wise, wise women
We are giggling girls
We both cary a smile
To show when we are pleased
Both cary a switchblade
In our sleeves
ENSEMBLE:
There’s a face that we wear
In the cold light of day –
It’s society’s mask,
It’s society’s way,
And the truth iiis
That it’s all a façaade!
There’s a face that we hide
Till the nighttime appears,
And what’s hiding inside,
Behind all of our fears,
Is our true self,
Locked inside the façaade!
Evvvery daaaay
People, in their ooown sweeeet waaay,
Like to add a coat of paint,
And be what they (what they) ain’t!
That’s how our little –
Gaaame is plaaayed,
Livin’ like a maaasqueraaade
Actin’ a bizaarre chaarade –
While playing the saaaaint!
But there’s one thing I know,
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we’ve got
Has got no ready cure!
And I’m certaain
Life is terribly haaard –
When your life’s a façade!
Look around you,
I have found
You cannot tell, by lookin’ at the surface,
What is lurkin’ there beneath iiit!
See that face!
Now, I’m prepared to bet you,
What you see’s not what you get –
‘Cause man’s a master of deceit !
So, what is the sinister secret?
The lie he will tell you is true? –
It’s that each man you meet
In the street
Isn’t one man, but two!
Nearly everyone you see –
Like him an’ her,
An’ you, an’ me –
Pretends to be
A pillar of society –
A model for propriety –
Sobriety
An’ piety –
Who shudders at the thought
Of notoriety!
The ladies an’ gents ‘ere before you –
Which none of ’em ever admits! –
May ‘ave saintly looks –
But they’re sinners an’ crooks!
Hypocriiiites!
Hypocriiiiiiiiites!
There are preachers who kill,
There are killers who preach!
There are teachers who lie,
There are liars who teach!
Take yer pick, dear –
“Cause it’s all a façade!
If we’re not one, but two,
Are we evil or good?
Do we walk the fine line –
That we’d cross if we could?
Are we waiting –
To break through the façade?
Ooone or twoooo
Might look kinda well-to-dooo –
Hah! They’re bad as me an’ yooou,
Right down they’re boots!
I’m inclined to think –
Haaalf maaankiiind
Thinks the other haaalf is bliiind!
Wouldn’t be surprise to find –
They’re all in cahooooots!
At the end of the day,
They don’t mean what they say,
They don’t say what they mean,
They don’t ever come clean –
And their answer –
Is it’s all a façade!
Is it’s all a façade!
Man is not one, but two,
He is evil and good,
An’ he walks the fine line
We’d all cross if we could!
It’s a nightmare –
We can never discard –
So we stay on our guard –
Though we love the façade –
What’s behind the façade?
this is rather random, but a while back one of my first cousin once removed accused my grandperents and immidiate family of being japanese spies because we knew a second verse to my country tis of thee.
137: I don’t know every song of hers by memory. I’m still exploring her back catalogue. So far I have assimilated Imperfectly, Not A Pretty Girl, Reprieve and Living in Clip. Am working on Ani DiFranco, Not So Soft, Little Plastic Castle, and Dilate.
ARG!!! I cant find the lyrics to my favorite David Bowie song Space Oddity. I will post Let It Be by the Beatles instead:
Shen I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is
standing riht in front of me
speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be….let it be, ah let it be, let it be
whisper words of wisdom, let it be
and when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree
there will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted
there is still a chance that they will see
there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be……..let it be, ah let it be, let it be
Yeah there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be…….let it be, ah let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be (oooh ah)
Instrumental
And when the night is cloudy
there is still a light that shines on me
shine until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be ……….let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be—————
Alice, what Cds or whatever do you have of folksongs like the one you posted earlier in post 45? Because I really like that and I would like to know the names if possible so I can get some.
That’s the only one I know distinctly like that, but some other good similar albums/artists (in that they are Scottish/Irish) are Celtic Love Songs, 4&9 by the Bridies, Casey Niel (sp?), Voices of Celtic Women: There Was a Lady, A Collection of Irish Ballads: Songs From the Heart, and a good many others that I haven’t time to list right now.
This is a 12 minute epic called High Water Mark, by Iced Earth. It’s about the battle of Gettysburg. The song is fantastic, long, but worth every bloody minute.
High Water Mark
[July 3rd, 1863]
[1. Cannonade/Intro]
[Instrumental]
[2. The Burden of Command]
[Lee:]
“It Was Very Close Yesterday
I Thought For Sure They Would Break
But This Attack That I Have Planned
A Massive Strike Across Open Land
In The Center They Will Break (Will They Break?)
But Plan It Well, Everything’s At Stake
We’ll Hit ‘Em Hard, Not A Silent Gun
Before The Infantry’s Begun”
“Execute It Well, We Risk Everything”
“It’s In God’s Hands Now
[Longstreet:]
“General Lee I Must Tell You Straight
I Believe This Attack Will Fail
No 15,000 Men Ever Made
Will Overtake That Ridge Today
A Mile Charge Over Open Ground
With Yankee Cannon Gunnin’ Us Down”
[Lee:]
“We Do Our Duty, We Do What We Must
And In My Plan You Will Trust”
(Thousands Die, On This Day)
“Execute It Well, We Risk Everything”
“It’s In God’s Hands Now”
[3. The Last Full Measure]
The Rebel Cannon Break The Silence
150 Guns Make Up Their Cannonade
They Must Destroy The Union Center
Before The Infantry Can Launch Their Grand Assault
The Yankees Are Returning Fire
(The Earth Shakes Violently)
In Washington D.C. Lincoln Feels The Earth Shake
What Happens Here This Day
The Fate Of This Nation
In The Balance It Will Hang
Consumed With The Pain
The Courage Of The Blue
The Valor Of The Grey
So Very Sad But True
Consumed With The Pain
The Virginians Are The Chosen
In Wait Behind The Trees On Seminary Ridge
Longstreet’s Slow To Give The Order
The Lines Emerge, A Mile, 15,000 Men
The Charge Begins In All It’s Grandeur
(To The Copse Of Trees)
For Many Of These Men They Know It Is Their Last
The Slaughter Now Ensues
Bodies Fall Like Rain
They Valiantly Pursue
Yet Doomed To Remain
At The Double Quick They Charge
The Canister Rips Through Them
To The Mouth Of hell They March
Glory, The Only Gain
[4. Charge!!]
[Armistead:]
“We’re Almost There My Boys
I’ve Never Served With Finer
We Must Push Forward Boys
And Bayonet The Yankee Tyrants
To The Copse Of Trees We Charge
To Crush The Union Center
And When They Turn And Run
An Open Road Leads Us To Freedom”
[5. The Melee]
[Lee:]
“It’s Over Now We Are Retreating
I Never Thought That We’d Be Beaten
All This Blood Is On My Hands
The Thousands Dead Due To My Plan
I Am Responsible, All Of It Is My Fault
I Thought Us Invincible
Is This God’s Will After All?
I Look Across This Blood Soaked Land
All This Blood Is On My Hands
God Forgive Me, Please Forgive Me
It’s All My Fault, The Blood Is On My Hands”
“Dance Me to the End of Love” by Leonard Cohen. It’s amazingly sultry to the point where it smolders. Lyrics C&P’ed from online somewhere.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
太陽ã®ä¸‹â†’Taiyou no Shita (Beneath the Sun) by Remioromen
The faint sun sets, and the shining stars are the suns gift
But beyond the vague horizon
People are carrying on
Falling in love, shedding tears
Putting on some music, I dance on the ground
When you smiled, and opened your heart
I grew to love you
Once, beneath the sun
When I wake up from my deep sleep
I want to live my life a little bit more honestly
I want to see you
Sometimes we absolutely can’t stand these days that continue along
A far-away landmark
I’m squinting and looking up at it a little too much
Being in a hurry, being left behind
When the morning comes, I’ll wake up from my dream
In a lost crevice of my heart
Your smile spreads out
Tears overflowed without a sound
In the deep and sad ocean
No kind of song sounds out
If I can’t see you
Then I’ve lost something in the wind
Above the fireworks, the moonlight gaped
We just looked up at it
When you smiled, and opened your heart
I grew to love you
Once, beneath the sun
When I wake up from my deep sleep
I want to live my life a little bit more honestly
I want to see you
Beneath the shining sun
We can live honestly
And I’m going to go and see you
We sailed away on a winter’s day
With fate as malleable as clay
But ships are fallible, I say
And the nautical, like all things, fades and I
Can recall our caravel:
A little wicker beetle shell
With four fine maste and lateen sails
Its bearings on Cair Paravel
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to’ve seen
The sight of bridges and balloons
Makes calm canaries irritable
And I caw and claw all afternoon
Catenaries and dirigibles
Brace and buoy the living-room
A loom of metal, warp woof wimble
And a thimblesworth of milky moon
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to’ve seen
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
It was a funny funny little thing
Ok, I really like this song for some reason, I think because of the melody or something, but here it goes.
The Potential Breakup Song
By Aly and AJ
La na na na na na
La na na na na na
La na na na naaa naaa naaa naaa na
It took too long, it took too long, it took to long
for you to call back
and normally I would just forget that
except for the fact it was my birthday
my stupid birthday
I played along, i played along, I played along
rolled right off my back
but obviously my armor was cracked
what kind of a boyfriend would forget that
who would forget that
the type of guy who doesnt see
what he has until she leaves
dont let me go
cuz without me you know youre lost
wize up now or pay the cost
soon you will know
chorus:
youre not livin til youre livin
livin with me
youre not winnin till youre winnin
winnin me
youre not gettin til youre gettin
gettin me
youre not livin til youre livin
livin for me
this is the potential breakup song
our album needs just one
oh baby please, please tell me
we got along, we got along, we got along
until you did that
now all i want is just my stuff back
do you get that
let me repeat that
i want my stuff back
you can send it in a box
i dont care just drop it off
i wont be home
cuz without me you know youre lost
minus you im better off
soon you will know
chorus repeat
you can try, you can try
you know i know itd be a lie
without me youre gonna die
so you better think clearly clearly
before you nearly nearly
bust up teh situation that youre gonna miss dearly dearly
come one
chorus repeat
this is the potential breakup song
our album needs just one
oh baby please, please tell me
this is the potential makeup song
please just admit youre wrong
which will it be, which will it be
La na na na na na
La na na na na na
La na na na naaa naaa naaa naaa na
(I just realized I spelled til with two L’s, dont mind me im crazy.)
Bullseye
by Aly and AJ
everybodys tryin to get to me
every guy is out for the kill
im the type of girl worth pursuing
but i wont be cought standin still
no i wont
youre throwin all of your attention on me
take youre best shot i be youll miss
youve got me interested enough to stand
closer
maybe try a lil kiss
chorus:
you hit the bullseye baby
yougit the bullseye baby
now im into you crazy
you know you hit the mark
dont know how you got me started
im not an easy target
hit it
you hit the bullseye
you hit my heart
im surprised the way you affect me
like an arrow penetrating my heart
naturally you seem to just get me
so obviously youre pretty smart
i like the way youre all dressed up messed up
i like the way you dont care
i wasnt certain that youd ring my bell but
then you whispered in my ear
chorus repeat
you didnt ask me for number?
wait, you didnt ask me for my number?
i like the fact that, you didnt ask that
cuz you already have my number, huh?
chorus repeat
yeah yeah yeah
you hit the bullseye
yeah yeah yeah
you hit the bullseye
yeah yeah yeah
you hit the bullseye
yeah yeah yeah
you hit my heart
There’s a mouse starin’ out of the window
His car is trapped in the snow
He’s planning a family vacation
But he just can’t go
Around the next corner’s a red bird
His feathers are trapped in a sling
He’s passed by some gunslinging parrot
Who’s jealous he ain’t got no grin
There ain’t no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child’s made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged
In a hot sand or in a my feet
They’re blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee
There’s a fool writing notes out on sandpaper
He’s sending them off to himself
He gets them a couple days later
Who put them along his top shelf
If you get tired of shavings
And carve up a good hunk of wood
Remembering to check on the sausage
He’s got cooking somewhere look good
132– THANK YOU. I have a few things to say about “Weird Al”…okay. So he’s a great parody master. However, it really pisses me off when people think he’s brilliant and haven’t heard some of the songs he parodies. Such is my friend — hasn’t heard “Lola” (“too dull” says she), but is completely in love with “Yoda.”Gaaaah. And sure he’s funny, but way too obnoxious for me to listen to all that much. At all.
Uhm…hate to be all weird, but what’s up with the Disney channel waste?..
“Grand Manan”, by Something French (www. something french music .com)
Woke up this morning with every confrontation about where you have been and how we are going to drive you out
Out of this island town
And you can run run run, but we’ll be burning down the house
Cos every motivation is leaning towards you leaving
Cos you have been [something about smoke and choking]
And we want you out, yeah we want you out…
Woke up this morning with every confrontation about where you have been and how we are going to drive you out
Out of this island town
And you can run run run, but we’ll be burning down your house
Cos every motivation is screaming towards you leaving
Cos you have been [again, something about smoke and choking that I really can’t understand]
We want you out
We want you out
We want you out
We want you out
We want you out
We want you out
(etc…)
The times will change you
You don’t change the times
Will change you
You don’t change the times
And time is running out
We will drive, drive you out
Out of this island town
[Something that resembles “I was in the bar…”]
We will drive you out
Out of this island town
Woke up this morning with every confirmation about where we have been and how we are going to prison
We’ll break out…
156- by ‘disney channel waste’ do you mean aly and aj? I hate disney channel, but i like aly and aj. But dont think that is the only music I listen to, i just heard that song on my ipod and had to post it becuase the melody gets stuck in my head. I listen to loads of other stuff that isnt ‘disney channel waste’.
Cockeyed Optimist:
when the sky is a bright canary yel-low
i forget every cloud ive ever seen
so they call me a cockeyed optimist
immature and incurably green
i have heard people rant and rave and bel-low
that were done and we might as well be dead
but im only a cockeyed optimist
and i cant gt it into my head
i hear the human race is falling on its face
and hasnt very far to go
but every whipp or will
is selling me abill
and telling me it just aint so
i could say life is just a bowl of jel-lo
and apper more intelligent and smart
but im stuck like a dope with a thing called hope
and i cant get it out of my heart
RIPPY THE GATOR!!!!!!!
billy and his family went on a holiday
they went down to florida to laugh and dance and play
bill went in the water
he couldnt see the harm
when he came back out again
he was short an arm….
CHORUS
‘cus rrrippy the gator went chomp chomp chomp
rrrippy the gator went chomp chomp chomp
passing the time by ending childrens lives
own in the bottom of the swamp swamp swamp
shuts up now because she knows people will kill her……;
i/cant be sure/but i think i heard you/crawl through the door/you didnt say a word/ and i think you tried to go to bed/ but instead/ you went to the floor/ youve been out drinking with the other boys again/telling them no we are only friends/making out and making noise/ of stop pretending that this isnt really ending/and i will stop resenting you/when you stop resentong me/oh oh oh/ i waited up late/ mabe abit too late/ youve been out with boys ive never met drinking beer and smoking cigarettes/ killing braincells and killing me/ oh stop pretending that this game is never ending/ and i will stop resenting you when you stop resenting me/
(Christine)
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice whitch calls to me
And speaks my name
And though I dream again
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opra is there
Inside my mind
(Phantom)
Sing once again with me
A strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opra is there
Inside your mind
(Christine)
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
(Phantom)
It’s me they hear
(Both)
You spirit and my voice
In one combine
The Phantom of the Opra is there inside your/my mind
(Phantom)
In all your fantasy you always knew
That man and mystery
(Christine)
Are both in you
(Both)
And in this labryinth where night is light
The Phantom of the Opra is there/here
(Christine)
Inside my mind
(Phantom)
Sing my angel of music!
(Christine)
He’s there, the Phantom of the Opra!
(kind of high note) AhhhhhhhAhAh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
(Christine singing even higher note! Could she ever go higher? Yes.)
AhhhhhhhhAhAh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
(Phantom)
Sing for MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Chritine singing incredibly high note that thurts you ears. Ow.)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
162- I LOVE THAT SONG!!!!!! I like to play it on the organ all the time and drive my parents up the wall….good times.
You Cant Stop the Beat
from Hairspray
Tracy:
you cant stop an avalanche
as it races down the hill
you can try to stop the seasons, girl
but ya know you never will
and you can try to stop my dancin feet
but i just cannot stand still
cause the world keeps spinning
round and round
and my hearts keeping time
to the speed of sound
i was lost til i heard the drums
then i found my way
Tracy and Link:
cause you cant stop the beat
ever since this old world began
a woman found out if she shook it
she could shake up a man
and so im gonna shake and shimmy it
the best that i can today
cause you cant stop
the motion of the ocean
or the sun in the sky
you can wonder if you wanna
but i never ask why
and if you try to hold me down
im gonna spit in your eye and say
that you cant stop the beat!
Penny:
you cant stop a river
as it rushes to the sea
Seaweed:
you can try and stop the hands
of time
butcha know it just cant be
Penny:
and if they try to stop us, seaweed
Penny and seaweed:
well call the NAACP!
cause the world keeps spinning
round and round
Seaweed:
round and round
Penny:
and my hearts keeping time
to the speed of sound
I was lost till i heard the drums then i foudn my way
Penny and Seaweed:
Cause you cant stop the beat
ever since we first saw the light
a man and woman liked to shake it
on a saturday night
and so im gonna shake and shimmy it
with all my might today
cause you cant stop
the motion of the ocean
or the rain from above
they can try to stop the paradise
were dreaming of
but they cannot stop the rhythm
of two hearts in love to stay
cause you cant stop the beat
Wow, there is like much more, its too much to type!!!!!!
Okay, I remembered the Alligator Song.
Have you ever been down the water spout/to the very very bottom of the water system/there you’ll find a little alligator/who goes by the name of Alfred if you do/he’s mine*clap clap*./I lost him*clap*./I threw him down the water spout and now I’m feeling lonely ’cause he’s gone*clap clap*./I miss him*clap*.
You called me last night on the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you ’cause I was all alone
You said, “It’s snowing, it’s snowing! God, I hate this weather!
Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together.”
We met in the springtime at a rock-and-roll show
It was on the Bowery when it was time to go
We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night
I held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life
‘Cause everyone’s your friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me
The Statue of Liberty, Staten Island Ferry, Co-op City, Katz’s and Tiffany’s
Central Park, Brooklyn Bridge, the Empire State where Dylan lived
Coney Island and Times Square, Rockefeller Center
Wish I was there
You wrote me a letter just the other day
It said, “Springtime is coming soon so why don’t you come to stay?”
I packed my stuff, it’s on the bus, I can’t believe it’s true
I’m three days from New York City and I’m three days from you
‘Cause everyone’s my friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me
this is a really cool song by India Arie called Beautiful Flower
This is a song for every girl who’s
Ever been through something she thought she couldn’t make it through
I sing these words because
I was that girl too
Wanting something better than this
But who do I turn to
Now we’re moving from the darkness into the light
This is the defining moment of our lives
‘Cause you’re beautiful like a flower
More valuable than a diamond
You are powerful like a fire
You can heal the world with your mind
There is nothing in the world that you cannot do
When you believe in you, who are beautiful
Yeah, you, who are brilliant
Yeah, you, who are powerful
Yeah, you, who are resilient
This is a song for every girl who
Feels like she is not special
‘Cause she don’t look like a supermodel Coke bottle
The next time the radio tells you to shake your moneymaker
Shake your head and tell them, tell them you’re a leader
Now we’re moving from the darkness into the light
This is the defining moment of our lives
‘Cause you’re beautiful like a flower
More valuable than a diamond
You are powerful like a fire
You can heal the world with your mind
There is nothing in the world that you cannot do
When you believe in you, who are beautiful
Yeah, you, who are brilliant
Yeah, you, who are powerful
Yeah, you, who are resilient
Yeah, you, who are beautiful
Yeah, you, who are brilliant
Yeah, you, who are powerful
Yeah, you, who are resilient
Yeah, you, this song is for you
Yeah, you, this song is for you
Yeah, you, this song is for you
Yeah, you, yeah, you
You are brilliant
167-I like that too. I have always loved the countryside, but ever since I set foot in New York last year near Thanksgiving, I have felt a connection to it. We went up for me to dance in the Macy’s parade with 600 other kids, and it was an indescribable experience. I just….miss it there for some reason. Its really hard to describe, and I am so excited to be going again in November, it will be my last time most likely though, so I have to enjoy it as much as possible when I am there.
This is one of three songs that I wrote, based on my favorite book character. I’m not going to tell you about the book here, but let’s just say(to anyone 17 and up): go to amazon.com and purchase Primal Tears – By Kelpie Wilson.
NOTE TO GAPAs: Feel free to zap that first part.
Anyway, the main character in the story, occasionally suffers from low self esteem. So I wrote this song.
YOU’RE OKAY
(Upbeat)
Girl
You’re beautiful
There’s nothing wrong with you.
Girl
You don’t need to change
I’ll always be lovin you.
Girl
no matter what ye do
You’ll always make my day.
Girl
I hope ye never leave
Cause girl
You’re okay.
CHORUS:
You’re okay
You’re okay
Girl in every little tiny way.
Make my day
Make my day
Girl that’s all I can say.
Don’t get down
Don’t feel bad.
Cause it’s time to try a new way.
Throw your head back to the sky.
(Soft-spoken) And yell
I’m okay.
Girl
You don’t need no work
to make yourself look good.
Girl
Just forget the jerks
It ain’t about
The look.
Girl
Don’t ye try to hide
Your pretty little face.
Out in the crowds
and walking about
Is where you’ll find your place.
CHORUS
Throw it girl
Throw it back girl
Throw it back and shout.
You’re beautiful
You’re wonderful
So come and let it out.
REPEAT VERSE 1
CHORUS
Don’t get down
Don’t feel bad
Come on
And try a new way.
Throw your head back to the sky
And yell
(Tap-tap-tap-tap)
Hmmmmmmm. I like writing songs too but my problem is that I can’t write serious ones. I can only seem to write nonsense and random songs whitch can only be used to annoy people. I’ve tried to write serious songs, but they don’t work. My latest REALLY cool song is called “The Cheese Alphabet”. I liked it so much that I recorded it on Garage Band. Here are the words……………….
Cheese is good
Cheese is fine
I like cheese
All the time
A American
B Bree
C Chedder
D Dry Jack
E Edam
F Feta
G Gorgonzola
H Havarti
Cheese, so good.
Cheese, so fine
It’s really really good all the really really time
I Idiazabel
J Jalapeno
K Kasseri
L Limburger
M Mozzarella
N Neufchatel
O Oaxaca
P Provolone
All this cheese, you can’t resist
All this cheese, you shouldn’t miss
Q Queso fresco
R Romano
S Swiss
T Tilsit
U Ubriaco
V Vasterbottenost
W Wellington
X Xanadu
Now we are almost done, there is only 2 then 1
Y Yorkshire Blue and Z Zamorano
Cheese, it’s cheesy, and really very wheezy.
It makes you wanna………
*munch sound* *smacking of lips* *sigh*
Italics= different voices not sung by the main singer
Neverending Nights
I can see them running towards me
All the time they steal my dreams
The ghosts of past and sorrow
All the time they steal my dreams
When I take a walk outside, whispers will surround my head
I can hear the echo of my voice, a hundred times or more
They shout, they carry on They whisper on my sorrow
They shout all night long But the whispers will not end
And the whispers will not end.
The ghost of past is showing me all the good times that have gone
– Now just a shadow on the wall The rose is, so fragile, but still so everlasting
The ghost of sorrow is recalling all the damage done
Now just a brick off from the wall The rose is so strong but
It won´t be ´till the end, NO!
I can see them running towards me
All the time they steal my dreams
The ghosts of past and sorrow
All the time they steal my dreams
When I take a walk outside, whispers will surround my head
I can hear the echo of my voice, a hundred times or more
They shout, they carry on
They whisper on my sorrow
They shout all night long
But the whispers will not end
And the whispers will not end
The ghost of past is showing me all the good times that have gone
– Now just a shadow on the wall The rose is, so fragile, but still so everlasting
The ghost of sorrow is recalling all the damage done
Now just a brick off from the wall The roses, so fragile, forever will fade away with the tide of life
But this night will hold them on!
Yeah…
Ooh, I want to see when I was a child
All the emotions, the smiles and the cries
Now that I see, never it hides, the neverending nights
Remember the flash, the crowd was no more
A light that surrounds you, never before
Now that I see, never it hides, the neverending nights!
[repeat last verse]
…
At the end of this horrid night, whispers stopped to haunt my dreams
All emotions cast inside my mind, a hundred times or more…
And, for sake of being utterly demented, huzzah for Golden Chariot. I dare someone to post the story. Really.-
Oh a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind
Well, they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can’t control myself because I don’t know how
And they love me for it
honestly, I’ll be here for a while
So give them blood
blood
gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink
And it will never be enough
So give them blood
blood
blood
Grab a glass because there’s going to be a flood
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck
The doctors and the nurses, they adore me so
But its really quite alarming
’cause I’m such an awful ****
I gave you blood
blood
gallons of the stuff
I gave you all that you can drink
and it has never been enough
I gave you blood
blood
blood!
I’m the kind of human wreckage that you love!
I was once a treehouse
I lived in a cake
But I never saw the way
The orange slayed the rake
I was only 3 days dead
But I told a tale
And now listen little child
To the safety rail
Have you ever seen a llama
Kissed a llama
On a llama
llama’s llama
taste of llama
llama, llama, duck
Half a llama, twice a llama
not a llama, farmer, llama
llama in a car
alarm a llama, llama, duck
Is that how it’s told now
Is it quite so old
Is it made of lemon juice
Doorknob, ankle, cold
Now my song is getting thin
I’ve run out of luck
Time for me to retire now
And become a duck!
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics
The Sound Of Silence Lyrics
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
“Fools” said I,”You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait were only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We dont have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The musics for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders were getting in tune
The musics played by the madmen
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why dont they stay young
Its so hard to get old without a cause
I dont want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And dimonds are forever
So many adventures couldnt happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true
Time Warp
RiffRaff:
It’s astounding;
Time is fleeting;
Madness takes its toll.
But listen closely…
Magenta:
Not for very much longer.
RiffRaff:
I’ve got to keep control.
I remember doing the time-warp
Drinking those moments when
The Blackness would hit me
Magenta:
And the void would be calling…
Transylvanians:
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Narrator:
It’s just a jump to the left.
All:
And then a step to the right.
Narrator:
Put your hands on your hips.
All:
You bring your knees in tight.
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Magenta:
It’s so dreamy, oh fantasy free me.
So you can’t see me, no, not at all.
In another dimension, with
voyeuristic intention,
Well secluded, I see all.
RiffRaff:
With a bit of a mind flip
Magenta:
You’re into the time slip.
RiffRaff:
And nothing can ever be the same.
Magenta:
You’re spaced out on sensation.
RiffRaff:
Like you’re under sedation.
All:
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Columbia:
Well I was walking down the street
just a-having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an
evil wink.
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.
He had a pickup truck, and the
devil’s eyes.
He stared at me and I felt a change.
Time meant nothing, never would again.
All:
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Narrator:
It’s just a jump to the left.
All:
And then a step to the right.
Narrator:
Put your hands on your hips.
All:
You bring your knees in tight.
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
182 (Reggie’s Hat)- Two questions. One, are you new? If so, *pies* Two, did you go to CTY? Because Forever Young and The Time Warp are both cannon songs.
Oops, I didn’t include lyrics. Here’s another cannon song:
It’s the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine), by R.E.M.
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane – Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn – world serves its own needs, dont misserve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, turn, ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire in a fire, representing seven games, in a government for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine
Six o’clock – TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline
Chorus:
It’s the end of the world as we know it (it’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (it’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it’s time I had some time alone)
I feel fine
Chorus
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.
Chorus
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it’s time I had some time alone)
Chorus
Chorus
Fine
It’s the end of the world as we know it (it’s time I had some time alone
66-I’ve seen all the movies. SOOOOO good. All you need is Cash.
180-They call me Baby Driver, and once upon a pair of wheels–I hit the road and I’m gone…What’s my number?
174- Yay! Now I just need time to learn those lyrics…Lessee. What else do I like by EK that hasn’t been posted by Jade?
Midnight Circus
Gone from this world
to find knowledge or pain
I follow myself from a distant
and fading dream
Loving her brightness so dear to me
it makes me to look further in
To enter a world hidden far (from home)
Hushing the fears, I can see with blinded
eyes
Nearby the circus this time I won’t pass!
Where all the fears and indifference lie
A warm place to drown
your own need to find
The questions that bury your mind
You won’t find the answers to Life
(this way)
Now turn your head, step back from the
jesters, run!
A quest that only some would take
It grabs our soul if there is one
Could (it) be that we’re left alone
Or guided by the moonlight
Runaway runaway runaway
From this midnight circus
On this ride on this tide
I am crawling deep inside
And fair wind’s awaiting me
Fallen away from the chains of my mind
It’s my own choice to attain the truth
Free from all wavering I hear a song
Go far ahead, you will hear
A harmony carved into Life
Few final steps
Dream on…
Runaway runaway runaway
From this midnight circus
On this ride on this tide
I am crawling deep inside
And fair wind’s awaiting me
Runaway runaway runaway
And all the fear is gone now
On this path we take, this life we share
An answer might appear
And fair wind’s awaiting me
A quest that only some would take
It grabs our soul if there is one
Could (it) be that we’re left alone
Or guided by the moonlight
Burning constellation
On this trail to the unknown
I just keep on questioning
For an answer never told
Darker than the night
Is the way we’re passing through
Courage and faith it takes
To make it last that far
It may ends for tomorrow
Or it may take a lifetime
I give you warning, I should probably be banned from all song lyric threads. I happen to know an inordinate amount of colonial drinking songs, sea shantys of varying levels of bawdiness, and too many goofy “rendezvous songs” for my own good.
Cat lovers, please don’t hate me for the song I’m about to post, I love my cat and would never dream of hurting him. you have been warned. By the way, for those of you who don’t know what a “moggy” is, it’s a cat. (Yes, I know all the Brits on the Blog are scoffing at me now.)
He’s nobody’s Moggy now.
Somebody’s moggy by the side of the road,
somebody’s pussy who forgot his highway code.
Someone’s favorite feline who just ran out of luck,
when he ran into the road and tryed to mog you with a truck.
yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise,
decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice,
Now he’s just six pounds of raw mince meat,
that don’t smell very nice, He’s nobody’s Moggy now.
So if you love your pussy,
be sure to keep in in,
don’t let him mog you with a truck,
the truck is sure to win.
And upon the busy roads, don’t let him play or frolic,
for if you do I’m warning you,
it could be cat-astrophic.
If he trys to play on the roads, well I’m afraid that will be bad,
you’ll hear onelast desparing “meow”
and a sort of squelchy “splat”.
And your pusy will be slightly dead,
and very, very flat,
He’s nobody’s mogy, just red and wet and soggy,
He’s nobody’s moggy now.
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Horrible, yes, but a song that I’ve sung on more than one occasion, I’m afraid……
GAPAs, if this is too contriversial, you can repalce my carefully typed out post with a horde of HPBs. But I’d prefer you didn’t.
I don’t feel like going post hunting today, so can someone tell me where I posted my two parodies? Only if you remember, I don’t want to seem like everyone should post hunt for me which they should .
I DID NOT WRITE THESE.
I just don’t remember the name of the song.
*Ahem*
When I was a young boy my family would travel
Down to wester Kentucky where my parents where born
There’s a backwoods old town that’s often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg (Pronounced: Moo-lin-burg) County?
Down by the green river where paradise lay?
Well, I’m sorry my son but you’re too late in asking.
Mr. Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.
:::And then there’s a verse or two here…:::
When I die let my ashes float down the green river
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester Dam
I’ll be halfway to heaven with paradise waiting
Just five miles away from wherever I am.
And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the green river where paradise lay?
Well, I’m sorry my son but you’re too late in asking.
Mr. Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.
I love the Shanties, but yes, they can be rathar bawdy. Stick a bunch of guys on a ship in the middle of the ocean away from all civilization and see what happens. It’s inevitable.
Yeah, it is an awful song. Sorry. I didn’t mean to gross anyone out, I love my puring, drooling, shedding ball of yellow fluff. [aka, Circles the cat.] You can come out now. *Hands over choklit/chocolate as a bribe.*
(193) And that’s “He’s Nobody’s Moggy Now” by Eric Bogle, a boisterous Scottish-Australian folksinger who must be some sort of cousin of Paul Baker’s.
By the way, the lines are “tried to/don’t let him argue with a truck.” (You can find the lyrics on EB’s Web site at http:// ericbogle. net/lyrics/index.htm.)
(202) Wow, Eric Bogle. I have his very first album, which according to his web site is no longer available except possibly in the British Museum. Makes me feel exceedingly, um, archival.
He has his serious side, too. “No Man’s Land” and “And the Band Played Waltzing Mathilda,” both about those who served in World War I, gave me chills when I first heard them.
202~ Oh, I just picked it up at rendezvous, and that’s how my friends sing it on one of their CDs. I think it’s funny, although gross, as Alice pointed out.
If you liked that, I have more! No, I was just joking there. Actually, I’m writing out lyrics for a bunch of colonial songs to perform at a dinner. I’ve been hired. I hope I don’t give everyone indigestion. *worries*
205~ There were Roses is another very sad and beautiful song. It’s about two friends, one is Catholic, the other Prodistant, in Northern Ireland. In the end both of them die at the hands of people from each other’s faiths, even though they never had a problem with their differences.
If you like sad songs, definately look it up.
I’m not going to post here for awhile, since I’m getting thoroughly sick of typing out lyrics. BAH!
“There were roses … And the tears of the people ran together.” Yes, dismally sad. That song is by Tommy Sands. I worked as his, I guess you’d say, “handler” when he performed in Berkeley one night in the late 1980s. Very nice guy, but it was a mistake to give Ethiopian food to someone who wasn’t used to it… </irrelevant_story>
I LOVE Eathiopian food, but yeah, it is rather irrelivant….
I have a recording of that song by Mick Maloney. I was so glad to have found it, I heard it one time, loved it, and couldn’t find it again. Then, not too long ago, I found it on one of Mom’s CDs that I was stealing. It’s now my second most played song on iTunes, and only because the one that’s number one got played all night one time….but so sad. “But lately I’ve been thinking, and it just won’t leave my mind,/I’ll tell you of two friends in time who were both good friends of mine…”
Another one is “Thousand Candles”, I’m not sure if that’s the correct name, but the refrain goes, “a Thousand candles, a thousand cranes,/every day I will remember”, does that strike a bell? It’s a song about the bombing of Japan. I cry every time I hear it.
I’ll look it up. I’d post some lyrics from the Chiftens cd I just got, but, um, it doesn’t have them, so I can’t really. Really lovely songs, it’s to bad I can’t type up a melody. I wish I could get my hands on those flute parts though…
(209) One of my favorite things about Tommy Sands is that, unlike many Irish singers who sang about the Troubles, he never romanticized violence — not even a little bit, not even once in a while. He wanted no part of it. He was like that in person, too: gentle and unearthly, the sort of person who could get lost walking around the block. (My job was mainly to keep him from doing that.)
That’s so neat. How did you get into that? It sounds like you’ve done all sorts of neat things. I’m constantly astonished by the wide range of things you do/talk about.
Oh, I don’t know. You live long enough, you travel a little, you make friends who do interesting things, and next thing you know you’re having adventures. That’s all there is to it, really.
Sounds fun. It certainly is always fun to hear about them, anyway! I guess I’ve had adventures too, hmm…like Kokonventions, yeah, that’s a good type of adventure!
I’m getting off topic, so to get back on, are you familiar with the “thousand Candles”?
I’ve never heard the song, but I’ve heard others by the duo that wrote and sings it, Small Potatoes. Maybe some Chicago-area MBers have heard them in concert.
(213, 214) I think the real secret to having adventures is being able to recognize them. We’re surrounded by the possibilities and most people seem to walk right past without noticing.
And, yes, the Kokonvention definitely counts as an adventure!
I’ve always just heard it at rendezvous, and I didn’t even know who wrote it. That’s one problem with learning songs this way, you only get a bit. But I wouldn’t trade sessions at rendezvous for anything in the world. However, thanks to my scary song learning ease, I’ve ended up with a repertoire not exactly fitting to a *ahem* young lady. I usually leave before it gets too late, though!
(198) I know what you mean about sea songs. For example, I love the song “Blow the Man Down” but still haven’t learned a version suitable for children.
When I was in graduate school, I once started to lead a roomful of college-age Mormons in a rousing rendition of “Barrett’s Privateers” without stopping to think how uncomfortable the chorus was likely to make them. Then I thought, “Oh, well. In for a penny, in for a pound,” and plowed ahead regardless. They did squirm a bit.
What?! I learned that “Blow the Man down” when I was 10. It’s not too bad really. Try “the Handsome Cabin Boy”, “A-roving” (the Maid of Amsterdam version) and some of the verses in a few others. I usually snip out the verses that make me blush though, and I blush pretty easily!
Okay, I’ve been hanging out here for awhile, so I’ll actually post some song lyrics, revolutionary thought!! Heres “Darby ram” GAPAs, I hope you don’t mind the end verse.
Darby Ram, A reported favorite of George Washington’s, puts our first president in a bit different light, eh?
As I went up to Darby,
Upon a darby day,
I bought the finest ram, Sir,
That ever was fed on hay.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby,
To me Darby dingle day.
It was the finest ram, Sir,
That ever was fed on hay.
This ram was fat behind, Sir,
This ram was fat before,
And every time his foot went down,
It covered an acre or more.
And it’s aye me dingle Darby, etc.
This ram he had a horn, Sir,
That reached up to the sky.
The birds went up tho build their nests,
You could hear the young ones cry.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
The wool that came from his back, Sir,
It was both thick and thin.
Took all the women in Darby
the rest of their lives to spin.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
And when this ram was killed, Sir,
There was a terrible flood.
Took four and twenty butcher boys
To wash away the blood.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
The blood became a river, Sir,
That flowed down Darby Moor.
It turned the biggest mill wheel
that ever was turned before.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
The owner of this ram, Sir,
He must be very rich,
And the one who’s sung this song, Sir,
Is a lying son of a ____.
*sings*
“Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett’s privateers.”
Now that song is stuck in my head. This thread is becoming dangerous for me. Another Stan Rogers song I like is “Northwest Passage,” which was used to good effect in Due South. Nice harmonies, too.
(218) Quite a few of my own adventures started with getting lost, so I think your mom is onto something.
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin’s Dead
He had a circus living inside his head
He was a poet, he was a senate (?) son
He was a beacon shining for everyone.
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin’s gone
He was an angel, bright as a summer’s sun.
He was a savior, came in at number one
He was a sinner, he was a seventh son
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin blead
Could have been me or could have been you instead
Shoulda had someone, shoulda had someone strong
Shoulda had someone he could depend upon
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin’s wrong
He doesn’t know that he lives inside this song
He was a poet, he was a senate (?) son
He was a beacon, shining for everyone
Very good song. A little sad.
Institutionalized
by Suicidal Tendencies
Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn’t work out the way I wanted to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it doesn’t work out the way I wanted to.
It’s like I concentrate real hard and it doesn’t work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It’s like I need time to figure these things out
But there’s always someone there going
Hey Mike:
You know we’ve been noticing you’ve been having a lot of problems lately.
You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you’ll feel a lot better
And I go:
No it’s okay, you know I’ll figure it out, just leave me alone I’ll figure it out. You know I’ll just work by myself.
And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I’ll be here you know and you’ll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.
And I go:
No I don’t want to I’m okay, I’ll figure it out myself and they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it builds up inside.
So you’re gonna be institutionalized
You’ll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won’t have any say
They’ll brainwash you until you see their way.
I’m not crazy – institutionalized
You’re the one who’s crazy – institutionalized
You’re driving me crazy – institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn’t even know she was there she called my name
And I didn’t even hear it, and then she started screaming: MIKE! MIKE!
And I go:
What, what’s the matter
And she goes:
What’s the matter with you?
I go:
There’s nothing-wrong mom.
And she goes:
Don’t tell me that, you’re on drugs!
And I go:
No mom I’m not on drugs I’m okay, I was just thinking you know, why don’t you get me a Pepsi.
And she goes:
NO you’re on drugs!
I go:
Mom I’m okay, I’m just thinking.
She goes:
No you’re not thinking, you’re on drugs! Normal people don’t act that way!
I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me.
Just a Pepsi.
They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you’re back, you’re treated like thieves
Drug you up because they’re lazy
It’s too much work to help a crazy
I’m not crazy – institutionalized
You’re the one who’s crazy – institutionalized
You’re driving me crazy – institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself
I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go:
Mike, we need to talk to you
And I go:
Okay what’s the matter
They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you’ve been having a lot of problems,
You’ve been going off for no reason and we’re afraid you’re gonna hurt somebody,
We’re afraid you’re gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need.
And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, we decided!?
My best interest?! How can you know what’s my best interest is?
How can you say what my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I’m crazy?
When I went to your schools, I went to your churches,
I went to your institutional learning facilities?! So how can you say I’m crazy.
They say they’re gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I’ll be dead
I’m not crazy – institutionalized
You’re the one who’s crazy – institutionalized
You’re driving me crazy – institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself
It doesn’t matter I’m trying to get hit by a car anyway.
Ok, it sounds better shouted and with music. Still.
La Rage by Keny Arkana. Bunny points to those that actually understand some of this… there’s a version of the video with English subtitles, too… (WARNING. This contains French swearing. Go ahead and edit it out, GAPAs, if you want.)
Walk away, run away,
dancing into the sky today
if she or you or I today
would it be a loss to die?
singing all the day away,
to run and jump and laugh and play
life’s a shell, hear the ocean say
dance me into the sky.
The world is turning, round and round
lift up your feet, salute the ground
embrace the drum’s deep pounding sound
the fiddle carries on
We’re shantying, prancing,
the whole world is dancing
the music’s in us, so we sing
to be part of the song.
There life is life and death is death
here we make no such aclaims
some people drift their way on through
we can’t say we do the same
for if there’s really no other side
where we may stake a claim
no place to run and laugh and hide
no place to dance our dreams
No swirling, shifting ocean tide
no chasms deep and dark and wide
no stretching, spinning, long and lithe
why shouldn’t we live now?
The world is here for all to enjoy
a place to love though it’s not our toy
if we live fully, spreading joy
living life out loud.
The stars and spinning in the sky
here we’ve no need to ask the ‘why’s’
we fight and drink and laugh and lie
but only enough for fun
The world is turning, round and round
through back your head, forget the ground
all we need are our lovely sounds
the fiddle carries on.
We’re dancing, chancing,
The world is ours, hear the ocean sing
life’s just a little, tiny, thing
we’ll laugh untill we die
We’ve danced all night and day away
life’s a world hear my people say
spin me, catch me, steal my breath away today
kiss my till I cry,
Love is but a song we sing
And fear’s the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry.
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why.
C’mon people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now
Some will come and some will go
And we shall surely pass.
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last.
We are but a moment’s sunlight
Fading in the grass.
C’mon people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now
If you hear the song I sing
You will understand (listen)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand.
Just one key unlocks them both
It’s there at your command
C’mon people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now
I found this song on the internet. It’s related to pie so I figured I should put it on this thread.
(Sung to tune of sexy-back[i hate that song, don’t remind me of it])
I’m bringing pasrty back.
Yeah!
When I transport it I like to wear a hat.
Why?
I’m not too sure, but it don’t look wack.
Word.
Where are we gonna put this to protect from attack?
Hmmm…take it to the frige!
Cuz’ this pastry.
Uh, huh.
Will be the casing of a tasty Pie.
Uh huh!
I’ll let you have some if you help me bake.
ok.
Because I can’t read this recipe.
You suck!
Look out for the walrus!
BOOM!
I’d post the url to it, but I know the GAPAs don’t like that.
227- I wrote it to the first part of Up Against The Bauchalawns by the Cheiftains. I might try to think of another tune it could go with and write it on finale, but I honestly don’t have time.
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry’s Bait shop
You know the place
well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy
Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast
Awww – Big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single mornin
It wa driving me crazy
I said to my mom
I said “Hey, mom, what’s with all the sauerkraut?”
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said “IT’S GOOD FOR YOU”
And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old
That’s when I swore that someday
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
And the towels are oh so fluffy
Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long
And anyone on the street will glady shave your back for a nickel
Wacka wacka doodoo yeah
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn’t long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy’s butt
I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize
That’s right, a first class one-way ticket to
Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Oh yeah
You know, I’d never been on a real airplane before
And I gotta tell ya, it was really great
Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor
And the little kid in back of me kept throwin’ up the whole time
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts
And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore
And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out
And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside
And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?
‘Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Ah ha ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ahhhh
So I crawled from the twisted, burnin’ wreckage
I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days
Draggin’ along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel
But finally I arived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn
Where the towels are oh so fluffy
And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna
It’s OK, they’re clean
Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I’m just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow
That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there’s a knock on the door
Well now, who could that be?
I say “Who is it?”
No answer
“Who is it?”
There’s no answer
“WHO IS IT?”
They’re not sayin’ anything
So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected
It’s some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril
Oh man, I hate it when I’m right
So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel
And I’m like “Hey, you can’t have that”
“That snorkel’s been just like a snorkel to me”
And he’s like “Tough”
And I’m like “Give it”
And he’s like “Make me”
And I’m like “‘Kay”
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus
And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows
And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation
Yes indeed, you better believe it
And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a farmiliar voice
And you know what it said?
I’ll tell you what it said
It said
“If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again”
“If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator”
“If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again”
“If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator”
In Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel
But I made a a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest
I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice
But first, I decided to buy some donuts
So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop
And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter
And he says “Yeah, what do ya want?”
I said “You got any glazed donuts?”
He said “No, we’re outta glazed donuts”
I said “Well, you got any jelly donuts?”
He said “No, we’re outta jelly donuts”
I said “You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?”
He said “No, we’re outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts”
I said “You got any cinnamon rolls?”
He said “No, we’re outta cinnamon rolls”
I said “You got any apple fritters?”
He said “No, we’re outta apple fritters”
I said “You got any bear claws?”
He said “Wait a minute, I’ll go check”
“No, we’re outta bear claws”
I said “Well, in that case – in that case, what do you have?”
He says “All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels”
I said “OK, I’ll take that”
So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out
And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin’ me all over
(rabid gnawing sounds)
Oh man, they were just going nuts
They were tearin’ me apart
You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin’ through my head”
I believe it went a little something like this . . .
Doh
Get ’em off me
Get ’em off me
Oh
No, get ’em off, get ’em off
Oh, oh God, oh God
Oh, get ’em off me
Oh, oh God
Ah, (more screaming)
I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face
Wavin’ my arms all around and just runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Like a constipated weiner dog
And as luck wouls have it, that’s exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams
Her name was Zelda
She was a caligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches
I’ll never forget the first thing she said to me.
She said “Hey, you’ve got weasels on your face”
That’s when I knew it was true love
We were inseperable after that
Aw, we ate together, we bathed together
We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss
The world was our burrito
So we got married and we bought us a house
And had two beautiful children – Nathaniel and Superfly
Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah
But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me
She said “Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?”
I said “Woah, hold on now, baby”
“I’m just not ready for that kinda commitment”
So we broke up and I never saw her again
But that’s just the way things go
In Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Anyway, things really started lookin’ upi for me
Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream
That’s right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler
I even made employee of the month after I put that grease fire out with my face
Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that
I was gettin’ a lot of attitude
OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot
Tryin’ to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil
When I see this guy Marty tryin’ to carry a big ol’ sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say “Hey, you want me to help you with that?”
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
“No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw”
So I did
And then he gets all indignant on me
He’s like “Hey man, I was just being sarcastic”
Well, that’s just great
How was I supposed to know that?
I’m not a mind reader for cryin’ out loud
Besides, now he’s got a really cute nickname – Torso-Boy
So what’s he complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street and says he hasn’t had a bite in three days
Well, I knew what he meant
But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein
And he’s yellin’ and screamin’ and bleeding all over
And I’m like “Hey, come on, don’tcha get it?”
But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming
(screaming sounds)
You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation
Man, some people just can’t take a joke, you know?
Anyway, um, um, where was I?
Kinda lost my train of thought
Uh, well, uh, OK
Anyway I, I know it’s kinda been a roundabout way of saying it
But I guess the whole point I’m tryin’ to make here is
I hate sauerkraut
That’s all I’m really tryin’ to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandry
Full of loathing and self-doubt
And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence
At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that
Somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours
There’s still a little place called
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That’s no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn’t sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn’t seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up…
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin’ on
The coldest man doesn’t see it’s all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we’re the last living souls
We’re the last living souls
Yeah, we’re the last living souls
We’re the last living souls
220- The Maid of Amsterdam isn’t too bad. At least not the version I hard, which may very well have had some verses snipped. I’m thinking more along the lines of songs whose titles I won’t even say because of their suggestive-ness.
229~ Ihave the music for it-never played it, though.
236~ Yeah, “The lusty Young smith” “My Dog and I” “The Jolly Tradesman”…. It goes on and on….. There are billions of A-Roving [Maid of Amsterdam], and I usually pick, choose and snip among the verses, GAPA style.
237- None of those sound too bad . . . except maybe the first.
OK, so I just looked up some of the only songs I could think of (therefore the most depressing ones). Twa Corbies and Three Ravens are NOT the same, or even as similar as I thought. Three Ravens is a good deal nicer.
Let’s see if I can find something a little less grim.
Does anyone know the name of the song with the ferryman? One of the verses/choruses goes something like this:
The river is wide, the river is deep,
All within the cottage seemed asleep.
And there are variations upon that, one of which was more distinctive:
Th river is deep, the river is wide,
She opened up the scullery and stepped inside.
I don’t remember much about that except that it had a nice melody.
Here’s a nice one, if a bit sad. I kept trying to learn it when I was younger but I had trouble with the different melody for the second verse.
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading, I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash grove.
‘Twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing,
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart;
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.
Still grows the bright sunshine o’er valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird his note from the tree;
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
But what are the beauties of nature to me.
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of my love.
Ye echoes, O tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps ‘neath the green turf down by the Ash grove.
Lovely. While looking it up, I found a site that has the tune playing. I refuse to close that window.
That’s enough for now. I’ve depressed you all already (doubly so if you looked up Twa Corbies), so I now take my leave.
Oh, yes, I know those songs. How about “The Two Sisters” (“Oh, the wind and rain”)? You could sing that to Opal and give her nightmares. Or “The House Carpenter”? That one goes on and on.
Midnight Fiddler really should learn “Katy Cruel,” though. It’s a crowd-pleaser.
239- Ooh, I like The House Carpenter! Even though it’s not too cheerful. ” . . .That’s hell, my dear/Where you and I must go.” I managed to annoy everyone in my sailing class with me by singing or humming this:
They had not been a-sailing for a very short while/About two weeks, three or four/When the ship sprang a leak and they were doomed/And they were far away from the shore
Over and over again. Forget the rest of the song. I couldn’t even remember the rest. That was a bad week for getting little pieces of a song stuck in my head.
I just finished listening to “The Lailly Worm and the Mackerel of the Sea.” That’s a good song. I’ll type it up later. Right now I’m going to go look up t5hose songs you just mentioned.
Oh! I do know “The Two Sisters”! In a different format, to be sure, but I know it. I never liked it because the version I heard (which was a fairy tale) had an evil older sister and I will never forgive those who stereotype older siblings.
But where does the second sister come in? I read the lyrics, and it has nothing about another sister.
Oh wait! I’m reading a totally different version. Let’s find the Child Ballad….
Found it. I rather preferred the first one I read. Maybe I need the tune. That particular site generally gives you the tune when you open the page, but I’m listening to something else so I turned it off.
When I was but seven years old
My mother she did die
My father married the worst woman
The world did ever see.
For she has made me the lailly worm
That lies at the foot of the tree
Ands of my sister Messry*
The mackerel of the sea.
And every Saturday at noon
The mackerel comes to me
And she combs my head with a silver comb
And washes it in the sea.
“Seven knights I have slain
Since I lay at the foot of this tree
And if you were my own mother
The eighth one you would be.”
He sent for his lady
As fast as send could he:
“Where is my son
That you sent from me,
And my daughter, the Lady Messry?”
“Your son is in the king’s court,
Serving for meat and fee
And your daughter is in the queen’s court,
A mary suit and free.”**
“You lie, you lie, you ill woman
So loud I hear you lie.
My son he is the lailly worm
That lies at the foot of the tree.
And my daughter Messry
the mackerel of the sea.”
Sh has taken a silver wand
And given him strokes three
And he started up the bravest knight
Your eyes did ever see.
She has taken a small horn
And loud and shrill blew she
And all the fish came out to her
But the mackerel of the sea.
“You shaped me once and you shaped me twice
And you’ll never more shape me.”
He has sent to the wood
For hawthorn and fun***
And he has taken that gay lady
And there he did her burn.
I think something may have been lost in translation there.
*I know as much about that name as you do, or less.
**A maid-of-honor sweet and gracious, the site says. Makes sense to me.
“The Leaving Song” (sounds much better with the music)
Walked away, heard them say
“Poison hearts will never change”
walk away again
Turned away in disgrace
Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within
It’s hard to notice,
gleaming from the sky
When you’re staring at… the cracks
It’s hard to notice,
what is passing by
with eyes lowered
You… walked away, heard them say
“Poisoned hearts will never change, walk away again”
All the cracks, they lead right to me, yeah
And all the cracks will crawl right through me
All the cracks, they lead, right to me, yeah
And all the cracks will crawl right through meee…
and I fell apart
As I… walked away, heard them say
“Poisoned hearts will never change”
Walk away, again
Turned away, in disgrace,
Felt the chill upon my face
cooling from within
*music*
Also by AFI
“This Time Imperfect”
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay,
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say,
I’m drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue
There are no flowers, no not this time,
There’ll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find
I’d show a smile, but I’m too weak
I’d share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this… hurts me
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave,
Just like all I loved, I make believe.
Imagined heart, I disappear, it seems,
No one will appear here and make me real.
There are no flowers, no not this time
There’ll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words, I find
I’d show a smile, but i’m too weak
I’d share with you, could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me
I’d tell you how it haunts me,
I’d tell you how it haunts me,
(cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams.)
I’d tell you how it haunts me,
(cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams.)
You don’t care that it haunts me.
Oh,
There are no flowers, no not this time
There’ll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find
I’d show a smile, but i’m too weak
I’d share with you, could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me
if I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that I’d like to do
is to save every day
till eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if I could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then,
again, I would spend them with you
but there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you want to do
once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
that you’re the one I want to go
through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
and dreams that had never come true
the box would be empty
except for the memory
of how they were answered by you
but there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you want to do
once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
that you’re the one I want to go
through time with
I was thinking of writing my own MB song, but I forgot most of it…
all I remember:
Here come Kokopelli, watch your face,
total chaos; it’s MuseBlog!
God, I love this place…
It would be o a very quick tune.
Reflections in a Crystal Wind
Mimi and Richard Farina
If there’s a way to say I’m sorry
Perhaps I’ll stay another evening
Beside your door, and watch the moon rise
Inside your window, where jewels are falling
And flowers weeping, and strangers laughing
Because you’re dreaming that I have gone
And if I don’t know why I’m going
Perhaps I’ll wait beside the pathway
Where no one’s coming, and count the questions
I turned away from, or closed my eyes to
Or had no time for, or passed right over
Because the answers would shame my pride
I’ve hear them say the word forever
But I don’t know if words have meaning
When they are promised in fear of losing
What can’t be borrowed, or lent in blindness
Or blessed by pageantry, or sold by preachers
While we’re still walking our separate ways
Sometime we bind ourselves together
And seldom know the harm in binding
The only feeling that cries for freedom
And needs unfolding, and understanding
And time for holding a simple mirror
With one reflection to call your own
If there’s an end to all our dreaming
Perhaps I’ll go while you’re still standing
Beside your door, and I’ll remember
Your hands encircling a bowl of moonstones
A lamp of childhood, a robe of roses
Because your sorrows were still unborn
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 60, my dear and loving son John
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara’s so good
As to write these words down.
Your brothers have all gone to find work in England,
The house is so empty and sad
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected,
A third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Brigid and Patrick O’Donnell
Are going to be married in June.
Your mother says not to work on the railroad
And be sure to come on home soon.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 70, dear and loving son John
Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children,
May they grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I guess that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness there’s no turf to speak of
And now we have nothing to burn.
And Brigid is happy, you named a child for her
And now she’s got six of her own.
You say you found work, but you don’t say
What kind or when you will be coming home.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 80, dear Michael and John, my sons
I’m sorry to give you the very sad news
That your dear old mother has gone.
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly,
Your brothers and Brigid were there.
You don’t have to worry, she died very quickly,
Remember her in your prayers.
And it’s so good to hear that Michael’s returning,
With money he’s sure to buy land
For the crop has been poor and the people
Are selling at any price that they can.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90, my dear and loving son John
I guess that I must be close on to eighty,
It’s thirty years since you’re gone.
Because of all of the money you send me,
I’m still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house
And Brigid’s daughters have grown.
Thank you for sending your family picture,
They’re lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even come for a visit,
What joy to see you again.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 92, my dear brother John
I’m sorry that I didn’t write sooner to tell you that father passed on.
He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful
And healthy right down to the end.
Ah, you should have seen him play with
The grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend.
And we buried him alongside of mother,
Down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man,
Considering his life was so hard.
And it’s funny the way he kept talking about you,
He called for you in the end.
Oh, why don’t you think about coming to visit,
We’d all love to see you again.
Hey there Delilah
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away,
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true
Hey there Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it’s my disguise
I’m by your side
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be making history like I do
You’ll know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here’s to you
This ones for you
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me.
This song’s lyrics aren’t all that moving, but the guy who sings it’s voice is so awesome… and so sad. This is one of my favorite songs ever!!
Your bright enchanting smile
Reminds me of the day when I learnt
That nothing lasts forever
And your goodwill’s just another hoax of your kind…
Time and time again,
That feeling had got lost and ever since
I’ve tried to understand the meaning of
My inner self conviction I lied… to myself
As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness
That cannot last ’till the day after
From this I will hide myself
Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don’t know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know, I’m standing alone
Stone, after stone, I’m moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Carry me, carry me all your devotion
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall… once again
The lovely beeches told me to think for myself;
to bury down the lies of other minds…and I know
I cannot be last but first…
[repeat chourus&bridge]
Torturize in the night I am falling down – into the dark
Deep within it’s a dream I cannot control – It’s killing me!
My human conscience is dragging me down – into the dark
The temptress whispers…”again”… – It’s killing me
OMG this song is SO FUNNY! It sounds like what a MuseBlogger would write! Here it is:
Weird Al Yankovic’s Everything you Know is Wrong
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
with a rabid wolverine in my underwear
when suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, “Is it uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?”
I probably would have kept on guessing
but about that time we crashed into the truck
and as I’m lying there bleeding on the asphalt
finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me
“Everything you know is wrong
black is white, up is down, and short is long
and everything you thought was just so
important doesn’t matter
everything you know is wrong
just forget the words and sin g along
all you need to understand is everything you know is wrong!
I was walkin’ to the kitchen for some golden grahams
when i accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
and soon i was abducted by some aliens from space
who kinda looked like Jamie Farr
they sucked out my internal organs
and they took some Polaroids and said i was a darn good sport
and as a way of saying thank you
they offered to transport me back to any point in history that i would care to go
and so i had them send me back to last Thursday night
so i could pay my phone bill on time
just then the disembodied head of Colonel Sanders started yelling
“Everything you know is wrong
Left is right, square is round, and ping is pong
and everything you thought was just so
important doesn’t matter
everything you know is wrong
just forget the words and sing along
all you need to understand is
everything you know is wrong!”
I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
when I got a nasty papercut
and, well, to make a long story short,
it got infected and i died
so now I’m up in heaven with st. peter by the pearly gates
and it’s obvious he doesn’t like the Nehru jacket that I’m wearing
he tells me that they’ve got a dress code
well, he lets me into heaven anyway
but i get the room next to the noisy ice machine
for all eternity
and every day he runs by screaming
“Everything you know is wrong
Wrong is right, soft is loud and noise is song
and everything you used to think was so important
doesn’t really matter anymore becasue the simple fact remains that
everything you know is wrong
just forget the words and sing along
everything you know is wrong (everything you know is wrong)
Everything you know is wrong!!”
No fear, no pain
Nobody left to blame
I’ll try alone
Make destiny my own
I learn to free my mind
Myself I now must find
Once more
Once more
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly
So here I am
In solitude I stand
I’ve got dreams inside
I need to realize
My faith has grown
No fear of the unknown
No more
No more
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly
If I could, if I could, fly
If I could, if I could, fly
If I could, if I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly
“Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy” (Fall Out Boy)
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town
When I wake up, I’m willing to take my chances on
The hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you (for you, so…)
You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I’m still trying
And that’s more than I can say for him
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town
Someday I’ll appreciate in value
Get off my *** and call you
The meantime I’ll sport my
Brand new fashion of waking up with pants on
At 4:00 in the afternoon
You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I’m still trying
And that’s more than I can say for him
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town
To the tune of “Lump” by the Presidents of the United States. This isn’t funny unless you’ve seen “Forrest Gump.”
Gump sat alone on a bench in the park
“My name is Forrest,” he’d casually remark
Waitin’ for the bus with his hands in his pockets
He just kept sayin’ life is like a box of chocolates
He’s Gump, He’s Gump
What’s in his head?
He’s Gump, He’s Gump, He’s Gump
Is he in-bred?
Gump was a big celebrity
He told JFK that he really had to pee
He never feels too dumb because
His mom always told him stupid is as stupid does
He’s Gump, He’s Gump
He’s kinda square
He’s Gump, He’s Gump, He’s Gump
What’s with that hair?
Run… run… run, run, now Forrest
Run… run… run like the wind now
Run… run… run, run, now Forrest
Run… stop!
His buddy Bubba was a shrimp-lovin’ man
His friend with no legs he called Lieutenant Dan
His girlfriend Jenny was kind of a slut
went to the White House, showed LBJ his butt
He’s Gump, He’s Gump
He’s not too bright
He’s Gump, He’s Gump, He’s Gump
But he’s alright
Is this Gump out of his head?
I think so
Is this Gump really brain dead?
I think so
Did this Gump make lots of bread?
I think so
And that’s all I have to say about that
I’m thru w. standing in line to clubs, I’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth, I ain’t never gonna win,
This life hasn’t turned out quite the way I wannit to be
[Tell me what cha want]
I wanna brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in,
And a king-sized tub big enough for ten, plus me
[So watcha need?]
I needa credit card that’s got no limits
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile hi club at thirty seven thousand feet
[So how ya gonna do it?]
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame,
I’ll even cut my hair and change my name,
[chorus]
Cuz we all just wanna be big rock stars
And live is hilltop houses drivin’ fifteen cars,
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap,
We’ll all stay skinny cuz we just won’t eat, and we’ll
Hang out in the coolest bars,
Be a VIP with the movie stars,
Every good gold digga’s gonna wind up there
Every playboy bunny with the bleach-blonde hair, and well,
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star,
Hey hey, I wanna be a rock star.
I wanna be great like elvis, without the tassles,
All the great body guards will wanna beat up hassles
Sign a couple on the grass so i can eat my meals for free
[I’ll have a quesidilla, haha]
I’m gonna dress my BEEP with the latest fashions,
get a front door key to the Playboy mansion,
gonna date a centerfold who loves to blow my money for me
[Does this make me look fat?]
[So how you gonna do it?]
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame, I’ll even cut my hair, and change my name…
[Chorus]
and we’ll, Pot out in the private rooms,
with the ladies dictionary and today’d hoo-soo,
Will getcha anything with that evil smile, everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed-dial, well,
Hey hey, I wanna be a rock star.
Gonna sing no song that has been censored,
Gonna pop my bills from the pez dispenser,
Get washed up singers writing all my songs,
Lip sync ’em every night so I don’t gettem wrong…
[Whole chorus]
Hey hey, I wanna be a rock star,
Hey hey, I wannna be a rock star.
I’ve got moves, too. I did it for the talent show.
This is mitternacht, by e nomine. they’re a really odd german band. don’t look up the lyrics in english, they’re really bad, but listen to the song because it’s sweet.
Wenn die Gondeln Trauer tragen
und es hallt der toten Klagen
tief im Nacken das Grauen sitzt
Wenn die Uhr beginnt zu schlagen
kalte, dichte Nebelschwaden
berühr‘n dich sacht …
… Mitternacht !
Gefriert das Blut dir in den Adern
Schnürt dir Angst die Kehle zu
Hörst du dein Herz und die Glocken schlagen
ist es Nacht …
… Mitternacht !
Loca in ferna in nocte
Loca in ferna in nocte
Animae in nebula
… Mitternacht !
Media nox obscura nox
crudelitas animarum
campana sonat
duo decies
loca … in ferna in nocte ….
anima in nebulaaaahhhh …
media nox obscura nox
crudelitas animarum
media nox, media nox
261- posts 4, 38, 56, and 58 on this thread; posts 269-270, 274-282, 286-287. These were my previous attempts to post Nickelback, and the results from it. The blog is not Nickelback-friendly.
Gentlemen and ladies all please lend me your attention
I beg your pardon for my cheek, please join this heathenreel
Strange rules has this dance; suffers from a serious allergy
Reddens and becomes so unkind, when people’re
acting just like you
The regal dance’s about to start and I am here to tell you
“There’s many a slip twixt cup and lip” ’tis something
that could help you
On and on please join the ball, nobody will stop you
The steps they are so simple, look the moon is dancing too
Drink a toast with the wise man, no one will care for you
Let the dances have their go, follow ’till they reach the end
Mind the minstrels they will say you’re just another scarecrow
Not a word a single word, not for all the
whole damn world (you say…)
[Chorus:]
Step out of this regality dance
One foot in heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it willl make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin
I came I saw, do not want nothing at all,
do not want to moralise you
Or spitting hateful sentences, just trying to tease
your rudimental pride
“Live and let live” told the wise man, as no one cared for him
From the soil which is now part of…”leaving is so
easier than living” (he says…)
[Chorus:]
Step out of this regality dance
One foot into heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it will make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin
Bienvenu Mesdames et Messieurs
To the Danse Paien
Please come in and hurry up or
You will miss your turn
[Solos: Jarpen, Aydan]
[Chorus (x2):]
Face the truth are you worthy of this honesty filled – celebration!
Another tune bursting forth from the passion that
glides in my veins – can you feel it?
A speaking portrait’s in front of me, do you acknowledge yourself? –
who painted you?
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MissSwann2223 has decided not to change her name says:
268-one of the very, very few green day songs i like. possibly just because i had to listen to it practically every day on the radio on the bus ride to school, so it was enjoy it or die…anyway, it’s the only song i like off that cd
well i feel like i should be posting some song lyrics, this being the song lyrics thread. so.
It’s the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything’s a mess.
There’s a restaurant down the street
Where hungry people like to eat
I could walk, but I’ll just drive
It’s colder than it looks outside.
It’s like a dream – you try to remember but it’s gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme’s gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that a guy my size might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
It’s the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Put the sprinkler on the lawn
And run through with my gym shorts on.
Take a drink right from the hose
And change into some drier clothes
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon.
It’s like a dream – you try to remember but it’s gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme’s gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that a guy my size might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Pinch Me
Pinch Me
Cos I’m still asleep.
Please God
Tell Me
That I’m still asleep
On an evening such as this
It’s hard to tell if I exist
If I Packed the car and leave this town
Who will notice that I’m not around?
I could hide out under there
I just made you say ‘underwear’
I could leave but I’ll just stay
All my stuff’s here anyway.
It’s like a dream – you try to remember but it’s gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme’s gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that a guy my size might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Try to figure out what all this is for.
270-ooh, cats! that one’s my fav. this is the one my mom sings all the time…
Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is
232 – ALBUQUERQUE!
254 – Today I had that stuck in my head ALL HOMEROOM. Heh. I do like it, it’s just annoying.
255 – Me luffles Nickelback. Me no read lyrics because me afraid… (basically, I’m not allowed to listen to Rockstar. I know some of the words though..)
Aaaaand….. “SPOKESMAN” BY GOLDFINGER!
What happened to dignity
Did it go away again
Just like some worn-out trend
Will I still defend emotion
What happened to honesty
I never see it on the top ten
I only see it in what has been
And I still defend emotion
(Am I alone…)
Don’t wanna rest, I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
Don’t wanna test, I want to believe
The *BLEEP* singer of this song
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
What happened to integrity
I don’t see it on MTV
All I see is choreography
And I’ll never be a dancer
What happened to puberty
Baskin’ in insecurity
And who the **** is Felicity
‘Cause I’ve got problems of my own
(Am I alone…)
Don’t wanna rest, I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
Don’t wanna test, I want to believe
The *BLEEP* singer of this song
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
Don’t wanna rest, I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
Don’t wanna test, I want to believe
The *BLEEP* singer of this song
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman!
I don’t wanna rest, I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
DON’T WANNA HEAR A SPOKESMAN!
That song is on Tony Hawk’s Proskater 4. It is very good.
(Half my heart a gift of purity
Half my heart a deadly curse
Half will live in sweet obscurity
Half will take me to my hearse)
Two sided heart pushing to face another walk from the start
Shifting my soul to what was heaven before and now’s just a stain, a novelty no more
Passion and soul together deceiving my brain and I fall
But soon they will fade delighted by something else and now I rewind, one more time
Waiting for…
all my feelings now in vain The Divided Heart!
Tearing me apart
The divided heart
Playing it’s game – for all these wasted years
I have been walking alone
All these years I have been carried away – carried away…
Your blood is mine, the shivers it’s sending me just right through my spine
Are gonna crawl, splitting my heart in two and haunting my soul – illusionned no more
Passion and soul together deceiving my brain and I fall
But soon they will fade delighted by something else and now I rewind, one more time
Waiting for all lights to fade away,
all my feelings now in vain
The Divided Heart!
Tearing me apart
The divided heart
Playing it’s game for all these wasted years
I have been walking alone
All these years I have been carried away – carried away
The tears that I don’t cry won’t fill my eyes but pain inside I feel is real
Pain is real until the day I’ll die
The divided heart
Tearing me apart
The divided heart
Playing it’s game for all these wasted years
I have been walking alone
All these years I have been carried away – carried away
Mystery!
All my life has been… a mystery!
You and I were never ever meant to be
That’s why I call my love for you a mystery
Different countries!
You and I have always lived in a different country
And I know that airline tickets don’t grow on a tree
So what kept us apart is plain for me to see
That much at least is not a mystery
Estuary!
I live on a houseboat on an estuary
Which is handy for my work with the Tamesis Port Authority
But I know you would have found it… insanitary
Insanitry…
Hated me!
I’d be foolish to ignore the possibility
That if we’d ever actually met, you might have taken a really violent dislike to me
Still, that’s not the only problem that I can see
Dead since 1993!
You’ve been dead now… wait a minute let me see
14 years come next JAN-uary
As a human being, you are history
So why do I still long for you?
Why is my love so strong for you?
Why did I write this song for you?
Well I guess it’s just… a mystery!
Mystery…
I ♥ Hugh Laurie.
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MissSwann2223 has decided not to change her name says:
Sit tight I’m gonna need you to keep time
Cmon just snap snap snap your fingers for me
Good good now we’re makin some progress
Cmon just taptap tap your toes to the beat.
And i believe this may call for a proper introduction and well
Don’t you see, I’m the narrator and this is just the proplogue…
[i have to get off now, this mystery song shall be continued [can you guess what it is???]]
please leave all overcoats canes, and tophats
With the doorman from that moment you’ll be out of place and underdressed,
I’m wrecking this evening already adn loving every minute ofn it
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and
[repeat]
when you’re in black slacks with essentuauting off-white pistripes, o-oh,
Everything goes according to plan.
[chorus]
I’m the new cancer
never looked better, you can’t stand it, cuz you say so under your breath
dear reading lips, when did he get so confident?
Haven’t wou heard of,
i’m the new cancer
never looked better and
you can’t stand it,
next is a trip to the
the ladie’s rroom in vain, and
i btcha just can’t keep iuop with the fashion stars and
tonigh tonight you aere you are,
oh whispering campaign and
i bet to them your name is cheap,
i bet to them you look like shhhhh
talk to the irror oh choke back tears
and keep telling yourself that i’m a diva
oh and the smoke in that cigarrette box
on the table it just so happens to be ;laced wiht nitro glycerin
[chorus]
Hven’t you heard that i’m the new cancer
i’ve never looked better and you can’t stand it
[repeatr`]
and i lnow and i know
it just doesn’t feel like anight out with no one sizign you up
io’ve never been so surrpeptitious oh of course i’ll be distracted when i strike the punch
[repeatt twice]
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TNÖ who absolutely CAN NOT wait for NaNo in 3 days says:
Whatever happened to my part?
It was exciting at the start…
Now we’re halfway through Act II
And I’ve had nothing yet to do
I’ve been offstage for far to long
It’s ages since I’ve had a song
This is one unhappy diva
The producers have deceived her
There is nothing I can sing from my heart
Whatever happened to my part?
I am sick of my career
Always starting second gear
Up to here, with frustration and with fears
I’ve no Grammy, no rewards
I’ve no Tony awards
I’m constantly replaced by Brittany Spears…
Whatever happened to my part?
I was a hit, now I don’t know
I’m with a bunch of British Knights
Prancing ’round in wooly tights!
I might as well go to the pub
They’ve been out searching for a shrub
Out shopping for a bush!
Well they can kiss my tush
It seems to me they’ve really lost the plot…
Whatever happened to my…
I’ll call my agent, dammit
Whatever happened to my
Not yours, not yours,
But my…
Part!
This is the lyrics to the EDITED version of Basketcase. I’ve never heard the original, but I know my dad really cut it up and moved lines around, just so you don’t get confused:
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neuronic (sp?) to the bone no doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She said my life’s a bore
So quit my whining ’cause it’s bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned
Ginny’s got a job,
Cat named Jake,
Thirty one candles on a birthday ckae,
Next year,
Thought by now, sh’ed have a man,
And two carseats in a minivan
But something’s gotta give. Hey
YO!!!!
WAT A GWAAN!!!
HO!!!!
SEAN KINGSTON!!!
J.R.!
[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piña coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
Baby girl I know it’s rough but come wit me
We can take a trip to the hood
It’s no problem girl it’s my city
I could take you there
Little kid wit guns only 15
Roamin’ the streets up to no good
When gun shots just watch us, run quickly
I could show you where
As long you’re wit me
Baby you’ll be alright
I’m known in the ghetto
Girl just stay by my side
Or we can leave the slums go to paradise
Babe it’s up to you,
It’s whatever you like
[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piña coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
Shorty come wit me it’s no worry
I know the bad men them where I stay
Police fly pursuit in a hurry
This is no gun play
Don’t be scared in the West Indies
It’s Jamaica, that’s where I’m from
Might see something you’re not used to
Welcome to the slums
As long you’re wit me
Baby you’ll be alright
I’m known in the ghetto
Girl just stay by my side
Or we can leave the slums go to paradise
Babe it’s up to you,
It’s whatever you like
[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piña coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
Oh we (oh we)
Can go (can go)
To a place (to a place)
I know you gon’ like (oh oh oh)
The beach (the beach)
The breeze (the breeze)
West Indies, I call it paradise
[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piña coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya(I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
I’ve done too much of some things
And not enough of others
Just like all life lovers
I’ve changed and changed
and changed and changed
From one thing to another
I’ve had complicated dealings
With complicated feelings
And I’ve cut and bruised and torn
I made blinds on the windows of my mind
with the time that my back once wore
I’m a single person in this universe
And I am here to say to you:
On the day that I die I’ll just give a smile
And fly into the blue
CHORUS
(Cause we’re all just)
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
Some nights I see the world with its winds and its whirls
And I feel undefeated
But every day I see that girl with that strawberry curl
And I’m too shy to meet her
Some nights I go to bed
There’s a ghost in the air above my head
And I tremble
Sometimes I eat KFC
Other times I give up meat
And I just eat lentils
I’m a singe soul on this big, blue bowl
And I am here to sing a song
About the day that I was born
Till the day that I’ll be gone
And the song won’t last for long
(Cause we’re all just…)
CHORUS
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
And enemy is a remedy to a malady in your melody
If you’re strong not brittle
And a friend is a friend
Is a friend to the end and it’s oh so simple
A man is a man and a woman is a woman
But the times we are living in demand
That a man can change from a man to a woman
And a woman can demand to be a man
We’re just flesh with socks and locks and frocks
And I am here to say to you
On the day that I die I’ll just give a smile and fly into the blue
(Cause we’re all just…)
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
(‘Cause we’re all just…)
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
…And also:
The weekend is the weekend
And it’s sunny in the park
I’ll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark
I’ve got a lot of homework
But homework he can wait
I never start my homework till its already too late
My parents say think about your future and my teachers say the same
But it’s hard
When there’s a basketball game at the park
It’s 1998
And everybody’s saying:
“Harry, you’re gunna be a lawyer some day…â€
It’s Monday bloody Monday
And there’s two things I forgot
I forgot to do my homework
And I only got one sock
I’m halfway through a test
But I just can’t concentrate
While sitting next to Fontaine
I want to ask her on a date
I really want to start a conversation
But each time she walks past
I start choking on my pencil
And fall flat on my ass
I need to concentrate
If i dont get this grade
Then I might fail to be a lawyer someday
BRIDGE
But just right now
Can’t think of anything better to do
Than just sit down at the piano and a write this tune
And maybe later
Maybe later in the afternoon
I’ll sit back and relax
And think of all the things I’m going to do…
CHORUS
Someday…
I’ll buy an old car
Someday…
I’ll get that car to start
Someday…
I’ll learn how to drive too
And then Someday…
Imagine all the things I could do.
(That was 1998 now
Bring it forward to the present day now
Cause some things have changed
but some things [some things]
don’t change [don’t change]
check it out [check it out])
The weekend is the weekend
And it’s sunny in the park
I’ll stay here with my beer and fish ‘n’ chips till it gets dark
I just saw Peter Parsons
Who used to be in my class
I always gave him wedgies cause I thought he worked too hard
He said, “Harry, life is great –
I feel so happy these days –
I’m a litigation lawyer –
So I got it made
I’m going out with Fontaine
Rememer her from tenth grade?
I drive a Porsche so I can’t complain…â€
BRIDGE
sh**! And look at me can’t think of anything better to do
That just sit down at the piano and write this tune
And maybe later
Maybe later in the afternoon
I’ll sit back and relax and think of all the things I’m going to do…
F is for flyboys, pick out the smart ones
U is for undead Ari,
N is for no bird hybrids,
all inside Max Ride Three
[brief musical score]
F is for Fang, leaving Max [with the Gasman]
U is for un-jarred cookies,
N is for Nudge hacking into computers,
all inside Max Ride Three
These are exerpts from “Where Do You Think You’re Going In That” by Kelly’s Mom.
{ Cut Lyrics }
Oh no.
(Music starts)
Excuse me!
Where do you think you’re going in that?
You’re gunna march right upstairs,
that’s what you’re gunna do.
March it.
Is that a tattoo?
Tattoos are from the devil.
Tattoos are from the devil.
The devil.
[Where Do You Think You’re Going In That?
You’re gunna march up to your room.
I’m so flustered.
You’re gunna march it woman.
March, march, march.
And change your clothes.
Is that a tattoo?
Tattoos are from the devil.
You don’t even know Chinese.
Why are you wearing that?
You’re watching too much of the
H-B-O
Too much HBO
[ Cut Lyrics }
You need to change that, missy.
{Cut Lyrics}
and that means I’m gunna be a grandmother.
And you know what?
That’ll be the seed of the devil.
One song
Glory
One song
Before I go
Glory
One song to leave behind
Find one song
One last refrain
Glory
From the pretty boy front man
Who wasted opportunity
One song
He had the world at his feet
Glory
In the eyes of a young girl
A young girl
Find glory
Beyond the cheap colored lights
One song
Before the sun sets
Glory – on another empty life
Time flies – time dies
Glory – One blaze of glory
One blaze of glory – glory
Find
Glory
In a song that rings true
Truth like a blazing fire
An eternal flame
Find
One song
A song about love
Glory
From the soul of a young man
A young man
Find
The one song
Before the virus takes hold
Glory
Like a sunset
One song
To redeem this empty life
Time flies
And then – no need to endure anymore
Time dies
Reach for me now,
I’m here alone for you.
All that I want,
is your warm hand in mine.
Whisper your name,
please let me hear your voice.
Don’t drift away,
come hold me in your arms.
I’m yours forever,
your all I’m searching for.
Don’t let the storm take you away far from shore.
Cry out my name,
I want to hear your voice.
All that I need is your gentle hand in mine.
Reach for me now,
your all I’m longing for.
Don’t let the storm take us far away from shore.
All that I want is your warm hand in mine,
Don’t drift away.
Come and hold me in your arms
This is for my native american people, nation wide,
I’m A lucky one, my parents were always there
I’m amazed with their ways, made me bear to care
cherish, like a 24 karat gold I wear it, let me share every time that there’s peace in the air. Warm like fleece when our teeth we bear
If i’m smilin when i’m wiling then it must be a dare
If you bringin up beef, native pull up a chair
I’m the chief at this table and able to hold your stare
No relief when we start, life is never fair
You could get caught in the snare like you got caught in the ware.
Adrenaline flows and noses start to flare
I know what youre thinking cause I use to be there
I could go to any reservation in the world
Have respect for every man and woman boy and
I flaunt for sure cause i’m an entrepreneur
But if you prefer I’m humble like the one that you were.
Chorus:
(I’m a lucky one) Don’t look back don’t you ever look back don’t look back (and I wont look back) x4
Got to look towards the future
I blame no one, all that i can change is my self
but i wasted out the week instead of watchin my health
Instead of climbin the peak I just dwelled in my wealth
I fell in ways i seek through the pain I felt
reminiscing the past, where the relationships melt
All the seasons done past when I last lost count
I got no reason to laugh though I’m the last to pout
and I carry lots of flow, no matter what the cost.
We spent and flossed, when we chose to covet
And we drank it soft, when we rose above it
All our paths were crossed and like a rose we loved it
Yo I’ll meet you at the summit when we spit flows in public
Never have to climb cause we once were kings
Like my native men well locked down till spring
He’ll be back a year older when the birds start to sing
and we’ll change the whole world with the hope we bring
Bridge- This is dedicated to those among us
Who rose above us because they chose to love us
And when we didn’t push ourselves they were first to shove us
Sent from the sky to give birth to the toughest x4
Yeah, keep your heads held high and never ever look back
CHORUS
I’m through
Thinking of things to say to you
It’s true
I’ve had enough and so have you
Just drive
You slam the door and so do I
Tongue-tied
From all the little things
And they’re the reason that I scream
I needed you
Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head
Was I mean to you
Car keys in your hand I believe that you would leave me for dead
Your turn
You’d rather leave than live and learn
That’s why
You want an end and so do I
This time
I’ll leave and leave it all behind
Tongue-tied
From all the little things
And their the reason that I scream
I needed you
Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head
Was I mean to you
Car keys in your hand I believe that you will leave me for dead
I believe that you would leave me for dead
I’m through
Thinking of things to say to you
It’s true
I’ve said enough and so have you
Just drive
You slam the door and so do I
Tounge-tied
From all the little things
And they’re the reason that I scream
I needed you
Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head
Was I mean to you
Car keys in your hand I believe that you would leave me for dead
I needed you
Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head
Was I mean to you
Car keys in your hand I believe that you would leave me for dead
I believe that you would leave me for dead
I believe that you would leave me for dead
I was born and raised by the sea, shy yet proud,
Learned to stay away from the crowd
In my home, my lighthouse…
101 steps round and down
New Years Eve, one night on the town
Can change one life into eternity…
All I could see, her eyes,
We got caught in the moment, all of the night
Taken beyond all lines,
In silence leaving ’em all behind
She had found the sails, for the following night
The town, for her, was getting way too small
She promised to be mine
Forever, …for that one night…
Moments, passion, small defeats
Concealed emotions, found in me
“You gave life to a brand new me…”
Crossing the wintry fields,
The first hour of morning light
Warmed by the flame inside,
The lasting memory of the ending night
I never had a chance to stop what hit me…
What broke my bones and mauled me…
After hours of deep, unwilling sleep… in a cold shelter
Fell back in the dark, and the hours of the day passed…
A nightmare awakes me, blinking light!
There’s no guide, blind ships in the night
Oh blood red moon, eat away the night
Darkness covers my lonely soul,
No one to feed the dying light…
Good morn’, oh dreadful day,
I prayed the moon had lit the sea instead of me…
For the sails of night,
“Please tell me everything’s alright…”
My voice in the room broke the silence,
Everybody killed me with their eyes…
What I was to hear made the people cry,
Impossible for me to keep the tears inside
“All on board the White Pearl have died,
Coastal reef has tolled their lives
And you are the light of the night…”
One thing, I remember, before I fell on the ground…
Although I never saw the face,
A name was inked in his arm…
Love can be like poetry of demons, or maybe
God loves complex irony?
The family name stated I had seen before…
Written on her front door…
“Silence in the courthouse!”
A presence in the room, we both could feel
The father of her unborn child and me
All on board the White Pearl have died,
Coastal reef have tolled their lives
While I was the guide light…
Back in my tower, run, run, run
Light is out, I hope to see
Black oceans beneath rise and swallow me
One step will take me back inside, another sees my end
No one can love a man who guarded the light
That died one faithful night, so many lives…
Flaming eyes I must confront before I’m stated free
Defining innocence is hell, after all that has past…
Building new walls inside my eternal night…
Although they took my heart and dried me up
Sometimes I still bleed…
Show me the way
The light will show me a way on the grisly reefs
Too many dead ends I see
No soul can save me
The respect I lost, the measure of a man…
10000 steps down, round and round
One night at the town and I’m hell bound
Black oceans beneath come and swallow me
All on the board White Pearl had died,
Coastal reef come claim my life
Black oceans beneath come and swallow me
My little tower, seal my fate
Help me pay back, end their hate
Black oceans beneath come and swallow me
One direction, down, down, down
Pitch black night for my old town
Black oceans beneath shall now swallow me
[SPOKEN:]
I hereby commit thy body to the deep
To be turned into corruption
Looking for a resurrection of the body
When the sea shall give up her dead
And the life of the world to come, through our Lord
Amen
I SAID I HAD IT ON MUSIC THRED. Now, it is revealed
Soulja boy off in this h*
Watch me it
Watch me roll
Watch me that soulja boy
Then super man that h*
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
[Verse 1:]
Soulja boy off in this h*
Watch me lean and watch me rock
Super man that h*
Then watch me that Robocop
Super fresh, now watch me jock
Jocking on them rs man
When I do that soulja boy
I lean to the left and that thang
(now you)
I’m jocking on your b***** a**
And if we get the fighting
Then I’m c****** on your b**** a**
You catch me at your local party
Yes I it everyday
Haters getting mad cause
“I got me some bathing apes”
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I’m bouncing on my toe
Watch me super soak that h*
I’m gonna pass it to Arab
Then he’s gonna pass it to don loc (loc)
Haters wanna be me
Soulja boy, I’m the man
They be looking at my neck
Saying it’s the rubber band man (man)
Watch me do it (watch me do it)
Dance (dance)
Let get to it (let get to it)
Nope, you can’t do it like me
H*, so don’t do it like me
Folk, I see you tryna do it like me
Man that s*** was ugly
[Chorus x4]
[Hook:]
Aim to clean off in this h*
Watch me it
Watch me roll
Watch me that Roosevelt
And super soak that H* [x10]
Aim to fresh up in this b****
Watch me shuffle
Watch me jig
Watch me my shoulder work
Super man that b**** [x6]
(297)-You can’t understand most of the words anyway…
My friends like to do the soulja boy t-rex, which is rather hilarious.
So anyway…Does anybody else besides me have the annoying habit of remembering lyrics and never forgetting them?
(255)-ARRRGH!!! *kills it* That song annoyes me very much. You’d think they would have stopped playing it already….
If I ever become a rock star, I will not be like that.
Chorus: And without you is how I disappear
and live my life alone forever now.
And without you is how I disappear
and live my life alone forever now.
Who walks among the famous living dead
Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed
And if you could talk to me
Tell me if it’s so
That all the good girls go to heaven
Well heaven knows
(chorus)
Can you hear me cry out to you,
words I thought I’d choke on
Figure out I’m really not so with you anymore
I’m just a ghost
so I can’t hurt you anymore,
so I can’t hurt you anymore!
(guitar)
And now, you wanna see how far down, I can sink? LET ME GO!
So you can
Well now so
You can
I’m so far away from you
Well now so
You can
And without you is how I disappear,
and without you is how I disappear
I hate “Weird Al” with a fiery passion. Seeing “Gump” and “Albuquerque” on here made me die a little inside.
…But “Soulja Boy” made me die even more.
Anyhoo, new favourite song. I heard for the first time last night (live, no less), and it kills me to listen to it.
Sitting at the edge of a dream
There’s nothing before me but my feet
I’ll let the dark into my eyes yet wander brightly in my mind
Keep a somber eye on me
Protect me as I grow in sweet sleep
I’ll keep my innocence locked in daisy chains
And spend my spring days in the shade
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Sitting on the edge of a dream
There’s nothing before me but my feet
And if I slipped away, would you remember me as more than scenes in your sleep?
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Lay with me and untie all your daisy chains
Set the petals on the breeze blowing by our tree
Rustling the leaves so loud I have to scream,
“I love it when it’s just you and I”
You and I
Just us two
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
I hope in twenty years I’ll be right here
With you in the sunshine
And the birds will sing a reprise of songs gone by
You and I, oh Dinah, dear
This song (albeit of late) defines my summer, which was by far the best three months of my entire petty life.
But see…things did change. That’s why it kills me.
Deck the Halls
Deck the halls with kerosene,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Light a match and watch it gleam,
Fa la la la la, la lal al a.
Watch the school go down in ashes,
Fa la la la la la la la la,
Aren’t you glad we played with matches?
Fa la la la la, la la la la!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joy to the World
Joy to the world, the teacher is dead!
We barbequed her head!
Don’t worry about the body,
We fluc=shed it down he potty,
And ’round and ’round it goes,
And ’round and round it goes, etc….
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302– Lovely. Though I prefer my angry/cynical music to be rather energetic. If I’m just in a general FTW kind of a mood, I tend to listen to Reel Big Fish. Sadly, I cannot post many (if any) of their lyrics up here. At least of the songs that truly help.
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303-Funny, when I’m in a FTW mood I listen to My Chemical Romance. But I can’t obviously post that here. Do’h!
Here’s part of a song I wrote last night. No tune yet, but just wanted to show it. You can tell it ain’t poetry. I guess you can kind of use the tune of Strut by the Cheetah Girls, that works a bit.
Do it like it’s never been done
Be the envy of everyone
Actin’ like you’re having so much fun
And now you’ve just begun
Strut down the street in designer clothes
Turn around and strike a pose
Relish the crowd cause they be all yours
Buy new stuff and strut summore
Singin’ and dancin’ and laughin’ and playin dumb
But you know who’s really inside
Someone who you want to hide
Get up now and do her right
Because you’re life’s a lie
Inside you know you’re really deep
LIfe’s not a game so don’t sleep
Etc. Etc. Etc. It’s horrid, I know. I think it might be about a popular kid. I just felt like writing it down.
I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! etc. [Yup. It got on our nerves, too. So some snippage seemed in order. –Rebecca]
301- Ooh, wot’s the title/artist? Yay for the Alice in Wonderland reference. I like those lyrics.
I heard a song on the radio last sunday, on a program with just music for the Solstice. I really liked it, but I only remember one line really, “[lalala] bring us back to summer’s light.” It was repeated a bit. What complicates it a bit more is it was on a Michigan radio station, attempts with google have failed. Any help?
Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
Oh, it should’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go.
Oh, it could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, the windshield was broken but I love the fresh air y’know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know, oh!
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we talked about nothing which was more than I wanted you to know-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!
Oh! It would’ve been, could’ve been worse than it had even gone
Well, the car was on blocks, but I was already where I want.
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh if the world don’t like us it’ll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old.
Now here we go!
Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying “See it wasn’t quite as bad as”
Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong,
It wasn’t like I’d let it go, oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh.
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show.
Yeah, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)
Hard-wired to concieve, so much we’d have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants.
Don’t wear eyelids so I don’t miss the last laugh of this show.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!
Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying “See it wasn’t quite as bad as”
Oh it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
They see me on the cover of a magazine
And when the player rolls on the big screen
So what about they running up to me
Like hey girl don’t you remember me
We used to hang together back in middle school
I’m thinking yeah that’s great, but who are you
They seem to ask the same questions every time
And I help em’ out, help em’ out, bring em’ round’
You try and pretend like you really know me cause
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up
You wanna friend me up (Oh Oh Uh No)
You wanna friend me up (I don’t think so)
You wanna friend me up (You say don’t front)
You wanna friend me up (Oh Uh)
You wanna friend me up
You say you like my style, personality
And you wanna try and get to know more bout me
I’m different from other girls, not like the rest
And if time was a star, ___
Then all of a sudden you start changing, rearranging, oh you were
And then you start doing things so peculiar like it could have used me cause I’m a star
You try and pretend like you really know me cause
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up
You wanna friend me up (Oh Oh Uh No)
You wanna friend me up (I don’t think so)
You wanna friend me up (You say don’t front)
You wanna friend me up (Oh Uh)
You wanna friend me up
Don’t pretend that you’re my friend cause I can see that you’re trying friend me up
Don’t pretend that you’re my friend cause I can see that you’re trying friend me up
You try and pretend like you really know me cause
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up
You try and pretend like you really know me cause
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up
You try and pretend like you really know me cause (No ooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh)
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up (Nooooo)
You wanna friend me up (Oh Oh Uh No)
You wanna friend me up (I don’t think so)
You wanna friend me up (You say don’t front)
You wanna friend me up (Oh you wanna friend me up)
You wanna friend me up (Oh Oh Uh No)
You wanna friend me up (I can see that you)
You wanna friend me up (Don’t front)
You wanna friend me up (You wanna friend me up)
You wanna friend me up
Complain, complain, complain! (Although she complains in a very stylish way and in a very pretty voice). There’s more complaining on her album, you know…
Ha-ha ha-ha ha
Ha-ha ha ha
Ha-ha ha-ha ha
Ha-ha ha ha
I turned thirteen I can keep company
He comes over and sits with me
We watch movies, go online
Unrestricted parental guidance
Everyday that’s how we be, had all his attention on me
‘Till my pops got me that new Playstation 3
And a twenty-inch flat HD
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden
‘Cause that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
It’s either me or that TV
Put down that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
He don’t come just to see me
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden, oh
I was cool, we’d share it at first, you know
Now I’m taking this personal, hands on my hip, muggin’, neck rollin’
Snatched the controller, game over
He was cool but he flipped on me, now I see how it’s gon’ be
tried to act up, played his card like a school ID
Made him bounce, he don’t really want me
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden
‘Cause that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
It’s either me or that TV
Put down that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
He don’t come just to see me
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden, oh
Mr. No Good, video game addicted,
The type that I should have known not to mess with
I had his heart, his number one chick (now it’s over)
So he couldn’t have been that committed
It’s like I wasn’t even in the room, he was all up in that
“tick, tick, boom”
How you ‘gon worry ’bout first and ten, all I’m sayin’,
You really should have put this ten first
Ha-ha ha-ha ha
Ha-ha ha ha
‘Cause that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
It’s either me or that TV
Put down that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
He don’t come just to see me
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden,
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden, oh
Maybe because having one makes you both? If you’re rich, you become famous. If you’re famous, people give you money and gifts and suchlike. Either way everbody is trying to get something from you.
I would most definetly would not want to be famous. If you were, you wouldn’t even be able to go to the grocery store without being bombarded by people. It would become maddening.
Well, since it’s Christmas, ‘m going to post my favorite christmas song!
THE GIFT
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few moments passed till she saw it
For its feathers were covered with sand
But soon clean and wrapped it was traveling
In the warmth of Maria’s small hand
She happily gave her last peso
On a cage made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the market
And watched it grow stronger with time
Now the gift giving service was coming
And the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolks brought presents
To lay by the manger that night
There were diamonds and incense and perfumes
In packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small cage
Maria had nothing to bring
She waited ’til just before midnight
So no one would see her go in
And crying she knelt by the manger
For her gift was unworthy of Him
Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness
“Maria, what brings you to me?
If the bird in the cage is your offering,
Open the door and let me see.”
Though she trembled, she did as He asked her
And out of the cage the bird flew
Soaring up into the rafters
On a wing that had healed good as new
Just then the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to sing
A song that no words could recapture
Whose beauty was fit for a king
Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offerings was lifted to heaven
By the very first nightingale’s song
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don’t want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door, that’s the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegeterian
There’s lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I’d feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuseses
And hippopotamuses like me too!
I was out christmas shopping last week and I saw Santa Claus set up there. Well, I have this song memorized, so I went and sat on his lap. He says, “Well, what do you want for Christmas this year, miss?” And I… well, I start sing this song. I didn’t do the entire thing, but just enough to creep him out.
fun fun fun.
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
(And how I wonder whether anyone can make sence of this song).
From the day we arrive on this planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There is more to see than could ever be seen
More to do than could ever be done
Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars
There is just so much to take in here
More to find than could ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the saphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round-
It’s the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Until we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle,
The Circle of Life
-The Lion King, once of the best musicals ever!
I lurve The Lion King! It’s my most favorite story ever!
My “The Lion King” is Awesome Song
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I recall one summer’s night
Within the month of June
Flowers in mahogany hair
And smell of earth in bloom
Only such a melody
Comes without a sound
More than faintly heard by those
Who know what they have found
Now it’s just a memory…
Silently we wander,
Into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her
But she will be my guiding light
Silently we wander,
In search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here
Along the way
From morning to night…
Meet me by the wishing well
In cover of the moon
Whisper to me tenderly
That I will see you soon
Sing that song from long ago
So I remember you
Flowers in mahogany hair
And mellow days in June
Only for the memory…
Silently we wander
Into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her
But she will be my guiding light
Silently we wander
In search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here
Along the way
From morning to night
From ashes we were born
In silence we unite
[repeat ‘Silently we wander verses 3x, fade, soft instrumentals]
“Tonight” by Keke Palmer (from the soundtrack of Night at the Museum)
[Chorus:]
Tonight is the right night,
everybody’s all right.
‘Yo feel it in my bones, we gonna make it out of sight.
So if you’re ready, go party ’till it the daylight. Comin’ alive with me.
(Comin’ alive with me.)
Baby, don’t be shy, it’s time to come alive. Yeah, have a good time, so get your hands high.
Groove ’cause it feels right, under the moonlight. Nod your head with me. (Nod your head with me.)
[Keke:]
When the nighttime comes, we go wild. Madness under the moon is our style. Do what we want, the magic is right. This party under the morning in light.
[Cham:]
On and on and ononon and on and,
On and on and ononon till the mornin’.
Until the sun comes we keep ballin’.
Me and my darlin’ dream till we fallin’
On and on and ononon and on and
On and on and ononon till the mornin’
[something] the night is still young
We gonna party till the party done!
[KeKe:]
Come with me, let’s get away, out all night, and sleep all day. I don’t care what people saying. Goin’ and goin’ and goin’ my way. After dark, we get it poppin’. Once it comes, the life, there’s no stoppin’. Hit the feeling, catch the flow. Of the nighttime groove, here it goes. Tonight is the right night, everybody’s all right. ‘Yo feel it in my bones, we gonna make it out of sight. So if you’re ready, go party ’till it the daylight. Comin’ alive with me. (Comin’ alive with me.) Baby, don’t be shy, it’s time to come alive. Yeah, have a good time, so get your hands high. Groove ’cause it feels right, under the moonlight. Nod your head with me. (Nod your head with me.)
[Cham:]
Y’all is slippin’ on a pina colada, build in dunno in a full suit of water, she all can know what she got from her mother, club is on fire, but no need for water. Ooh, everybody’s ravin’, girls on the dance floor misbehavin’. Nobody discover the switch, everybody close up, so you know what everyone is cravin’. Hey!
[Keke:]
When the nighttime comes, we go wild. Madness under the moon is our style. Do what we want, the magic is right. This party under the morning in light.
[Chorus:]
Tonight is the right night, everybody’s all right. ‘Yo feel it in my bones, we gonna make it out of sight. So if you’re ready, go party ’till it the daylight. Comin’ alive with me. (Comin’ alive with me.) Baby, don’t be shy, it’s time to come alive. Yeah, have a good time, so get your hands high. Groove ’cause it feels right, under the moonlight. Nod your head with me. (Nod your head with me.) [x2]
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
‘Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I’ll hear you
Scream again
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
(x2)
“A whole new world, with new horizions to persue
I’ll chase them anywhere, there’s time to spare
‘Cause now I’m in a whole new world with you
I’m like a shooting star-
I’ve come so far,
I can’t go back to where I used to be”
-From Aladdin
She was talking about love, but it can also describe exploration very nicely.
Above
About
Across
After
Against
Along
Amid
Among
Around
At
Before
Behind
Beneth
Below
Beside
Besides
Between
Beyond
By
During
Down
Except
For
From
In
Into
Near
Of
Off
Over
Through
Throughout
Till
To
Toward
Under
Until
Unto
Up
Upon
With
Within
Without
Are prepositions everyone
Hey!
So clever
Whatever
I’m done with these endeavors
Alone I walk the winding way
(Here I stay)
It’s over
No longer
I feel it growing stronger
I live to die another day
Until I fade away
Why give up?
Why give in?
It’s not enough
It never is
So I will go on until the end
We’ve become desolate
It’s not enough
It never is
But I will go on until the end
Surround me
It’s easy
To fall apart completely
I feel you creeping up again
(in my head)
It’s over
No longer
I feel it growing colder
I knew this day would come to end
So let this life begin
Why give up?
Why give in?
It’s not enough
It never is
So I will go on until the end
We’ve become desolate
It’s not enough
It never is
But I will go on until the end
I’ve lost my way
I’ve lost my way
But I will go on until the end
Living is
Hard enough
Without you ****ing up
Why give up?
Why give in?
It’s not enough
It never is
So I will go on until the end
We’ve become desolate
It’s not enough
It never is
But I will go on until the end
I’ve lost my way
I’ve lost my way
But I will go on until the end
The final fight I’ll win
The final fight I’ll win
The final fight I’ll win
I will go on until the end
Broken this fragile thing now
And I can’t
I can’t pick up the pieces
And I’ve thrown my words all around
But I can’t
I can’t give you a reason
I feel so broken up
And I give up
I just want to tell you so you know
Here I go
scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go,
but there’s just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only
my only one
Made my mistakes let you down
And I can’t
I can’t hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can’t
I can’t get up when you’re gone
And something’s breaking up
I feel like giving up
I won’t walk out until you know
Here I go
scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go
but there’s just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only one
Here I go
so dishonestly leave a note
for you my only one
and I know
you can see right through me
so let me go
and you will find someone
Here I go
scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go
there’s just no one like you
You are my only one
Treading
The glacier head
Looking hard for
Moments of shine
From twilight
To twilight
Ahhhhh…
Utter mundane
Aurora
Goddess sparkle
Shoot me
Beyond this suffer
The need
Is great
Aurora
Ahhhh…
Utter mundane
Aurora
Goddess sparkle
A mountain shade
Suggests your shape
I tumbled down
On my knees
Fill the mouth
With snow
The way it melts
I wish
To melt
Into you
Aurora
Ahhh…
Utter mundane
Spark the sun off
Spark the sun off
Spark the sun off
Spark the sun off me
“It’s a shame that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it’s shroud over all we have known
Unaware how their ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we’re all alone
In our dream of the proud.”
-Pink Floyd, On the Turning Away
I’m thinking of prefacing Conspiracy Wars with that quote.
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Midnight Fiddler (she of the 2 spzdk points) says:
Oh if I was a blackbird, I’d whistle and sing,
I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in,
And in the top rigging I’d there build my nest
And I’d pillow my head on his lilly white breast.
I am a young maiden and my stoy is sad,
For once I was courted by a brave sailor lad.
He courted me strongly, by night and by day,
But now my dear sailor has gone far away.
He promised to take me to Donnybrook fair,
To buy me red ribbons to tie up my hair,
And when he’d return from the ocean so wide,
He’d take me and make me his own loving bride.
His parents they slight me and will not agree,
That I and my sailor married shall be,
But when he comes home I will greet him with joy
And I’ll take to my bosom my dear sailor boy.
Oh if I was a blackbird I’d whistle and sing,
I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in,
And in the top rigging I’d there build my nest,
And I’d pillow my head on his lilly white breast.
————-
There you go, a tale of slighted love. Just for Valentie’s day.
I’m not sure what to type, but since it’s near Valentine’s Day:
… I came here by day, but I left here in darkness
And found you, found you on the way
And now, it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I’ll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me
As you’re longing to sing
So I… I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold
I will lift up your voice as I sink
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I’ll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Cold in life’s throws, I’ll fall asleep for you
Cold in life’s throws, I only ask you turn away
Cold in life’s throws, I’ll fall asleep for you
Cold in life’s throws, I only ask you turn
As they seep… into me, oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I’ll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me)
Your sins into me… oh
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I’ll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into…
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
I don’t know if these are all right, but I had to look ’em up so..
We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight
And we can settle
This affair
If you would shed your yellow take my hand and then
We’ll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle
Of revenge
Please understand it has to be this way
Stand
Up ****ing tall don’t let them see your back and take
My ****ing hand and never be afraid again
We’ve only got one chance to put this at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said
We’re not
Celebrities we spark and fade they die by threes
I’ll make you
Understand
And you can trade me for an apparition
Stand
Up ****ing tall don’t let them see your back and take
My ****ing hand and never
Trust
you said
Who put the words in your head
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take my ****ing hand
Take my ****ing –
Stand
Up ****ing tall don’t let them see your back and take
My ****ing hand and never be afraid again
Just because my hand’s around your throat
Yup, that’s eight times, no?
Our Lady of Sorrows – My Chemical Romance
A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and qui-gon jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didnt thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met jar jar and boss nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to theed to see the queen
We all wound up on tatooine
Thats where we found this boy…
Oh my my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Soon Im gonna be a jedi
Did you know this junkyard slave
Isnt even old enough to shave
And he can use the force, they say
Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though hes just nine and shes fourteen
Yah, hes probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I knew he built c-3po
And Ive heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, its true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin ace
And the minute jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin …
My my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Soon Im gonna be a jedi
Now we finally got to coruscant
The jedi council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the force?
They interview the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because yoda sensed in him much fear
And qui-gon said now listen here
Just stick it in your pointy ear
I still will teach this boy
He was singin …
My my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Soon Im gonna be a jedi
We caught a ride back to naboo
cause queen amidala wanted to
I frankly wouldve liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasnt long at all before
Little hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin
The battle droids were broken
And the jedi I admire most
Met up with darth maul and now hes toast
Well, Im still here and hes a ghost
I guess Ill train this boy
And I was singin …
My my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Soon Im gonna be a jedi
We were singin …
My my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Sorry for any misspellings, as I said, I copied and pasted. Also here too:
here’s a llama
there’s a llama
and another little llama
fuzzy llama
funny llama
llama llama
duck
i was once a treehouse
i lived in a cake
but i never saw the way
the orange slayed the rake
i was only three years dead
but it told a tale
and now listen, little child
to the safety rail
did you ever see a llama
kiss a llama
on the llama
llama’s llama
tastes of llama
llama llama
duck
half a llama
twice the llama
not a llama
farmer
llama
llama in a car
alarm a llama
llama
duck
is THIS how it’s told now?
is it all so old?
is it made of lemon juice?
doorknob
ankle
cold
now my song is getting thin
i’ve run out of luck
time for me to retire now
and become a duck
337–omg me and my friends are obsessed with that!!!
now for a completly random song:
Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Indianapolis Indiana
and Columbus is the capital of Ohio,
There’s Montgomery, Alabama south of Helena, Montana,
then there’s Denver, Colorado under Boise Idaho.
Texas has Austin, then we go north, to Massachusetts, Boston and Albany, New York
Tallahassee, Florida and Washington D.C.,
Santa Fe, New Mexica and Nashville Tennessee
(Elvis used to hang out there a lot you know)
Treton’s in New Jersey north of Jefferson, Missori
You’ve got Richmond in Virginia, South Dakota has Pierre
Harrisburgs in Pennsylvania and Agusta’s up in Maine,
and here is Providence, Rhode Island next to Dover, Delaware.
Concord, New Hampshire just a quick jaunt
to Montpelier which is up in Vermont
Hartford’s in Connecticut so pretty in the fall
and Kansas has Topeka, Minnisota has St. Paul
Juneua’s in Alaska and there’s Lincoln in Nebraska
And it’s Raleigh out in North Carolina and then
there’s Madison Wisconsin and Olympia in Washington,
Phonex, Arizona and Lansing, Michigan.
Here’s Honolulu, Hawaii’s a joy,
Jackson Mississippi and Springfeild, Illinois
South Carolina with Columbia down the way
and Annapolis in Maryland on Chesapeke Bay
(they have wonderful clam chowder)
Cheyene is in Wyoming and perhaps you make your home in Salt Lake City out in Utah whare the buffalo roam!
Atlanta’s down in Georgia and there’s Bismark, North Dakota,
and you can live in Frankfort in your old Kentucky home.
Salem in Oregon, from there we join,
Little Rock in Arkansas, Iowa’s got Des Moines,
Sacramento, California, Oklahoma and it’s city
Charleston, West Virginia and Nevada, Carson City
(Dave)
Well you should see my story reading baby, you should hear the things that she says,
She says “Hon, drop dead, I’d rather go to bed with Gabriel Garcia Marquez.”
(Mike in funny voice)
Uhh-huh!
(Dave)
Cuddle up with William S. Burrows, leave on the light for Bell Hooks,
I’ve been flirtin’ with Pierre Burton ’cause he’s so smart in his books
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
My heart’s so broke and bleedin’
(Dave)
Baby’s just sitting there
(Murray)
doing some reading
(Dave)
So I started watching some TV, played my new cd player too,
She said: “Turn it off or I’ll call the cops and I’ll throw the book at you.”
All this arguing made me get dizzy, called my doctor to come have a look
I said: “Doctor hurry!” He said:
(Murray)
“Don’t worry, I’ll be over when I finish my book”
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We’ve been livin in hovels
(Dave)
Spendin’ all our money on
(Murray)
brand new novels
(Dave)
So I got myself on a streetcar and it drove right into someone,
You know the driver said:
(Jian in grizzly voice)
“I was lookin’ straight ahead!”
(Dave)
But he was reading the Toronto Sun
(Jian)
“So?”
(Dave)
So my honey and me go to a counsellor to help figure out what we need
She said: “We’ll get your love growing,
(Mike, in funny Dr. Ruth voice)
but before we get going, here’s some books I’d like you to read.”
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
Lately we’ve had some fricton
(Dave)
‘Cause my baby’s hooked on
(Murray)
short works of fiction
(Dave)
So we split and went to a party, some friends my girl said she knew
But what a sight ’cause it’s authors night and the place looks like a who’s who
(Dave)
Now I’m pounding the ouzo
(rest)
with Mario Puzo
(Dave)
Who’s a funny fella?
(rest)
W.P. Kinsella
(Dave)
Who brought the cat?
(rest)
Would Margeret Atwood?
(Dave)
Who needs a shave?
(rest)
He’s Robertson Davies!
(Dave)
Ondaatje started a food fight, salmon mousse all over the scene
(All)
Spilled some dressing on Doris Lessing, these writer types are a scream!
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We’ll be together for ages
(Dave)
Eatin’ and Sleepin’ and
(Jian in grizzly voice)
Eatin’ and Sleepin’ and
(Mike in funny Dr. Ruth voice)
Eating und Sleeping und
(Murray)
Turnin’ pages.
134- yes, I do recognize that. I’ve never heard the song though… (sorry for getting back to you so late…)
The Crane Wife 1&2 – The Decemberists
It was a cold night
And the snow lay ’round
I pulled my coat tight
Against it falling down
And the sun was all…
And the sun was all down
I am a poor man
I haven’t wealth nor fame
I have my two hands
and a house to my name
And the winter’s so…
And the winter’s so long
And the winter’s so…
And the winter’s so long
And all the stars were crashing ’round
As I laid eyes on what I’d found
It was a white crane
It was a helpless thing
Upon a red stain
With an arrow in its wing
and it called and cried…
and it called and cried so
and it called and cried…
and it called and cried so
And all the stars were crashing ’round
As I laid eyes on what I’d found
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
And now I helped her
And now I dressed her wounds
And now I held her
Beneath the rising moon
And she stood to fly…
And she stood to fly away
And she stood to fly…
And she stood to fly away
And all the stars were crashing ’round
As I laid eyes on what I’d found
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife arrived at my door in the moonlight
All starbright and tongue-tied I took her in
We were married and bells rang sweet for our wedding
And our bedding was ready and we fell in
Sound the keening bell
And see it’s painted red
Soft as fontanelle
The feathers in the thread
And all I ever meant
To do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
We were poorly, our fortunes fading hourly
And how she loved me, she could bring it back
But I was greedy, I was vain and I forced her to weaving
On a cold loom in a closed room, down the hall
Sound the keening bell
And see it’s painted red
Soft as fontanelle
The feathers in the thread
And all I ever meant
To do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
There’s a bend in the wind
And it rakes at my heart
There is blood in the thread
And it rakes at my heart
My crane wife
Eleanor Put Your Boots On – Franz Ferdinand
Eleanor put those boots back on
Kick the heels into the Brooklyn dirt
I know it isn’t dignified to run
But if you run You can run to the Coney Island rollercoaster
Ride to the highest point and leap across the filthy water
Leap until the Gulf Stream’s brought you down
I could be there when you land
I could be there when you land
So Eleanor take a Greenpoint three-point turn
Towards the hidden sun
You know you are so elegant when you run
Oh if you run
You can run to that statue with the dictionary
Climb to her fingernail and
Leap, yeah take an atmospheric leap and
Let the jet stream set you down
I could be there when you land
I could be there when you land
I could be there when you land
So Eleanor put those boots back on
Put the boots back on and run
Come, come on over here
And the sun was all…
And the sun was all down
Istanbul (not Constantinople) – They Might Be Giants (though not originally written by them…)
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you’ve a date in Constantinople
She’ll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can’t say
People just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can’t go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That’s nobody’s business but the Turks
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can’t say
People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That’s nobody’s business but the Turks
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can’t go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That’s nobody’s business but the Turks
216- can I quote you on that one? that is incredibly true.
Throat Culture – A Mouth Band’s, “Easter Island Head”
I am a man with an ordinary head.
I am a man with a typical life.
I am a man with an ordinary job.
I am a man with a typical wife
I saw a postcard.
It was mailed out to me.
It had a picture of
How I want my life to be.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want a big strong forehead.
I want to stand up tall.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want to stare at the seaside and do nothing at all!
I am a man of unassuming stature.
I am a man of conventional ways.
I am a man of mediocre intellect.
I am a man of uneventful days,
But I saw a travelogue.
It was mailed out to me.
It had a picture of
How I want my life to be.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want a three ton nosejob.
I want to stand up tall.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want to stare at the seaside and do nothing at all!
I want to be rock hard.
I want to be stone.
I want to be mysterious,
And always left alone.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want prominent features.
I want to stand up tall.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want to stare at the seaside and do nothing-
Hey domino,
I am stopping you from falling
1-2-3 Don’t you dare go down
Hey waterfall,
Oh can you hear me calling?
3-2-1 don’t you dare touch the ground
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
Sticks and stones will break your bones
And leave them lying in the mud
But you’ll be scared when we’re alone
Like I might suck your blood
And I could tell you a witch’s spell
But it just might blow your top
And you start to run just as I’m having fun
It’s awfully hard to stop
Its awfully hard to stop
Sun in the sky,
I ain’t stopping you from burning
All we need is stars and moon
Clock on the wall,
I will keep your hands from turning
Or this night will end too soon
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
Sticks and stones will break your bones
And leave them lying in the mud
But you’ll be scared when we’re alone
Like I might suck your blood
And I could tell you a witch’s spell
But it just might blow your top
And you start to run just as I’m having fun
It’s awfully hard to stop
Its awfully hard to stop
It’s just too hard to stop
Ooooh
Hey lover boy,
Oh now do you believe me?
That’s not all that I can do
Sit back down,
I’m afraid we won’t be leaving
Cant undo my spell on you
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
Sticks and stones will break your bones
And leave them lying in the mud
But you’ll be scared when we’re alone
Like I might suck your blood
And I could tell you a witch’s spell
But you just might blow your top
And you start to run just as I’m having fun
It’s awfully hard to stop
Sticks and stones will break your bones
And leave them lying in the mud
But you’ll be scared when we’re alone
Like I might suck your blood
And I could tell you a witch’s spell
But it just might blow your top
And you start to run just as I’m having fun
It’s awfully hard to stop
Its awfully hard to stop
It’s just too hard to stop
I don’t think I can stop
Collection of Stamps – I’m from Barcelona
I’ve got one from Spain
and two from Japan
I’ve got a couple from Israel and Azerbadjan
I’ve got a plenty from Poland but none from Sudan
or from Fiji or Uzbekistan
You know I can’t believe I’m telling everyone that I know
That every stamp in my collection is a place we could go!
And I’ve got one from Chad
and two from Nepal
I’ve got a couple from India and Benin as well
I’ve got a plenty from Poland but none from Sudan
or from Fiji or Uzbekistan
You know I can’t believe I’m telling everyone that I know
That every stamp in my collection is a place we could go!
You know I can’t believe I’m telling everyone that I know
That every stamp in my collection is a place we could go!
It´s OK, It´s alright, pack your bags, let´s leave tonight
Hmm, now Midnight Fiddler will come and write some more lyrics to colonial songs and bore everyone to death. MWAHAHAHA!!!
The Pretty Maid Milking Her Cow
It was on one fine summers morning,
The birds sweetly tuned on each bough,
And as roved out for my pleasure,
I saw a maid milking her cow.
Her voice was so enchanting, my lord yes,
Made me quite unable to go
My heart it was loaded with sorrow,
For the pretty maid milking her cow.
So to her I made my advances,
“Good morrow most beautiful maid,
Your beauty my heart so entrances,”
“Pray sir, do not banter ” she said.
“For I am no rare precious jewel,
that I should enamor you so,
I am but a poor little milk girl.”
She’s the pretty maid milking her cow.
Oh the Indies afford no such jewels,
So bright, so transparently clear,
Ah but do not add flames to my fuel,
Consent but to love my my dear.
For had I the lamp of Alladin,
Or the wealth that gold mines can bestow,
I would rather be poor in a cotage,
With my pretty maid milking her cow.
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Okay, so with a name like that it’s a bit weak, and the words alone aren’t too impressive, but the tune is stunningly gorgeous.
It has a neat history too, I’ve read that it is considered bad luck by some. The story is that a priest was going out to give a dying man his last rights, and on the way he was distracted by a beautiful young woman singing this song. The priest, being a mortal, stopped to talk to her, and thus arrived too late to speak to the dying man. The woman was, of course, the devil in disguse, out to foil his plans.
There you go, a bit of a history lesson included. Oh c’mon, you knew with me that was inevitable.
Me is feeling very random today. Me will post songs me and my friends made.
This one was made by my friend and my friends friend.
I had a friend…..
His name was Bob…….
he used to sob…….
so I gave him a tissue…….
and then he was happy…….
so I called him happy Bob
Happy Bob
Happy Bob
Happy Bob
I made this one up with my friend
Super duper flannel pajamas
Super duper flying llamas
Super duper flaming commas
Birdy’s smell really good!
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Midnight Fiddler (she of the 2 spzdk points) says:
345~ Oh, many reasons, I guess. I love the way they dressed, said things, were discovering things, their music, their plays, their ships, al sorts of things. I don’t know if I could put it all into something that would make sense, but I do really love that time period. I like this century too, don’t get me wrong, I could never survive without MB! And that’s not the only reason, either.
So, hmm, maybe another song?
South Austraila
In South Australia I was born, Heave away, haul away
In South Australia is my home. I’m bound for South Australia!
Haul away you rolling kings,
Heave away, haul away,
Halu away, you’ll hear me sing
We’re bound for South Australia!
And as we’re rolling ’round Cape Horn Heave away, haul away
You’ll wish to hell you’d never been born! We’re bound for South Australia!
Haul away you rolling kings,
Heave away, haul away,
Haul away, you’ll hear me sing
We’re bound for South Australia!
As I roved one morning fair Heave away, haul away
‘Twas there I met miss Nacy Blar. We’re bound for South Australia!
Haul away you rolling kings,
Heave away, haul away,
Haul away, you’ll hear me sing
We’re bound for South Australia!
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This is a great example of a capstan chanty. To kill time and keep everyone in order the shantyman would sing the verses and the rest would join in on the lyrics in italics. Capstan chanties always have two refrains in the verses and refrains to keep everyone together. Other types of jobs required different kinds of organization, so they had different kinds of refrains. I’ll come back later with some other kinds, just to bore you. Hopefully some of the nautical buffs will be vaguely interested, though…..
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Kokonilly [who feels lonely without any points, hint hint] says:
Waited for you
I waited
Uninterrupted tomorrows elapsed
Paused and looked back
And lamented together over endless todays
Learned my lesson that memories won’t last forever
I’ve been tearing up inside, crying in the corner of my heart
Wanted to tell you to hold on to
Times spent under the overpass, fleeting days
That I have such regrets – words I couldn’t voice that day
There were times when we connected
Brought together emotions that wouldn’t untangle, it meant everything to me
And I lost it all, just now
Learnt my lesson that things change shape with the passing of time
I’ve been tearing up inside, bitterly reproaching this suffocating day
Wanted to tell you to hold on to
Times spent under the overpass, passing days
That I have such regrets – words I couldn’t voice that day
Waited for you
I waited
Uninterrupted tomorrows elapsed
I spent another day today tearing up inside, inflicting unforgettable wounds on myself
It has to be you
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Midnight Fiddler (she of the 2 spzdk points) says:
Aargh, my last post was supposed to only have the title in bold….oh well.
[The HTML Gnome has come to your rescue. –Admin.]
Just a question, do I just annoy people with these mini-histories? I sometimes wonder if I come off sounding like a bratty know-it-all who just wants to impress others. I really hope I don’t, because that’s not what I’m trying to do. It’s something I’m really interested in and I find myself often talking about it.
I can stop, and I will, if it annoys, so please let me know.
Devout thanks to the HTML Gnome, I am forever indebted. *attempts to bow elegantly* *falls over*
351~ Okay. Sometimes I just wonder.
Ahh, some lyrics….okay. I have no idea. All I
ve got rattling around my head at the moment is a little piece from Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmate — “Don;t forget your old shipmate/Folly-rolly-rolly-rolly-rie-eye-oh!” And the rest I don’t even know. Eearlier I had Spanish LAdies stuck in my head, but I don;t know the whole thing, only bits and pieces.
Here is one of my current favorite songs.
Sick Hearts by the Used.
Call this a mess, call me strong.
Call me a mask, call me wrong.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
(Get it!)
Pick up two words on the spot for the moment.
Acting like it’s what you meant to say.
Calling to angels, that slow dance with you
but you don’t believe they exist anyway.
I’d rather shut my eyes.
Call this a mess, call me strong.
Call me a mask, call me wrong.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
Aching my head like it’s the weight of the world.
And it seems that i’ve forgot how to smile.
Make friends with the devil, it’s dangerous sad
that I don’t really have any crimes.
I’d rather shut my eyes.
Call this a mess, call me strong.
Call me a mask, call me wrong.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
Call me a point that i’ve learned.
Call me the bird or the worm.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
There’s so much left to see,
but i’d rather shut my eyes.
I don’t know what’s going over me.
But i’d rather shut my eyes.
There’s so much that I could see…
But i’d rather shut my eyes.
I’d rather shut my eyes.
I’d rather shut my eyes.
Call this a mess, call me strong.
Call me a mask, call me wrong.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
Call me a point that i’ve learned.
Call me the bird or the worm.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
With wasting their time.
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Midnight Fiddler (she of the 2 spzdk points) says:
To Cuba’s coast we are bound, me boys Way me boys, for Cuba!
To Cuba’s coast, now don’t you make a noise And we’re running down to Cuba!
Tha captian he has set the sails, Way me boys, for Cuba!
Flinging the water out over the rails, And we’re running down to Cuba!
I’ve got a gal that’s nine feet tall, Way me boys for Cuba!
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall, And we’re running down to Cuba!
Give me a gal that’ll dance the tango, Way me boys, for Cuba!
Round like a melon and as sweet as a mango, And we’re running down to Cuba!
To Cuba’s coast we are bound away, Way me boys, for Cuba!
To Cuba’s coast at the breaking of the day, And we’re running down to Cuba!
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Another sea chanty, of course.
——————————— Boney Was A warrior
Bonay was a warrior Way hey ah!
A regular bull and terrier, Johan Franzo
Boney went to school in France, Way he ah!
And learned to make the Prussians dance, John Franzo
He raised a mighty army then, Way hey ah!
And matched them all to here and yon, John Franzo
Boney went to Moscow Way hey ah!
And lost his army in the snow, John Franzo
Boney went to Elbow [Elba] Way hey ah!
But Boney he come back ya know, John Franzo
On the plains of Waterloo, Way hey ah!
Boney got his overthrew, John Franzo
The iron Duke of Ellington, Way hey ah!
The day the bloody feild was won, John Franzo
They took Boney off again, Way hey ah!
Aboard the Billy Ruffian, John Franzo
Boney he was sent away, Way hey ah!
Away to Saint Helenia [St. Helen] John Franzo
Away in Saint Helenia, Way hey ah!
Boney broke his heart and died, John Franzo
Boney was a warrior, Way hey ah!
A regular bull and terrier John Franzo
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Boney was, or course, Napoleon Bonaparte. This was an English poke of fun at him.
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Midnight Fiddler (she of the 2 spzdk points) says:
Uuh, here’s another colonial song, just because I can copy and past it in and I’m not feeling very inspired…I hope I haven’t putit on before, if I dod, sorry!
The Farmer’s Curst Wife
There was an old couple who lived on a hill,
If they’re not gone away they’re living there still.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie,
Fiddle i diddle i day.
The devil he came to the man at the plow,
Says one of your family I’ll take away now.
Sing hi fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
Oh, which of me family do you like the best?
It’s your scolding old wife I like the best.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
And like an old peddler went carrying his pack.
Sing hi, fiddle i fie fiddle i fie, etc.
The devil he opened a big iron door
And he tossed her inn among ten thousand more.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
Now ten ,little devils were hanging in chains,
She up with her foot and kicked out their brains.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
Then nine little devils went climbing a wall,
Saying take her back, daddy, she’s killing us all.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
The devil he hoisted her up on his back,
And like an old fool he carried her back.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
Here’s your nagging old wife, and fare ye well,
She can’t go to heaven, but she can’t stay in hell.
Sing fie, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
ow I’ve been a devil most all of me life,
But I never was in hell ’till I met your wife.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
This proves that women are better than men,
They can go to hell and come back again.
Sing fie, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
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This is one of my favorite songs to sing, it’s got such great lyrics, and it’s a jaunty little tune, too.
She’s the one she’s the only one
She’s got ripped back light
Gonna make me come
I say… when I smile I’m a really smile
I got dreams so wide like a country mile
I said now, I’ll take it
It’s better for you
Somehow we’ll make it
‘Cause that’s what we do
Pick a star in the open sky
I see you see me
And that is why I
Hop along to the cowboy beat
When I feel your fire
Jump up to meet
I said now, I’ll take it
It’s better for you
Somehow we’ll make it
‘Cause that’s what we do
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better and
Someone to spare
When love is the only end and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
Oh yeah
In a world that has run amok
I’ve got to set my sights
Just to get struck
I walk away from the rank and file
With a punched out mouth
And a pack of style
I say… she’s the one she’s the only one
Make me search myself
Until I’m done… and
Tell me now in a telegram
Do the sea of stars
Make a diagram… and
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better and
Someone to spare
When love is the only end and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
Oh yeah
So alive I arrive on dust
You can search my mind
For the red on rust… I said
Take me there and she really cares
Lights up for me gonna hear my prayers
I said
I said now, I’ll take it
It’s better for you
Somehow we’ll make it
‘Cause that’s what we do
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better and
Someone to spare
When love is the only end and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
Oh yeah
We are the ones (x4)
That will make you feel better
Now…
Dani California
Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world does your company take me for
Black bandana, sweet Louisiana
robbin’ all a bank in the state of Indiana
She’s a runner, rebel and a stunner
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna
Lookin’ down the barrel of a hot metal 45
Just another way to survive
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
YEAH, YEAH
She’s a lover baby and a fighter
Shoulda seen it coming when it got a little brighter
With a name like Dani California
The day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya
A little loaded, she was stealing another breath
I love my baby to death
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
YEAH, YEAH
Who knew the other side of you?
Who knew that others died to prove
Too true to say good bye to you
Too true to say say say..
Push the fader gifted animator
One for the now and eleven for the later
Never made it up to Minnesota
North Dakota man was a gunning for the quota
Down in the badlands she was savin’ the best for last
It only hurts when I laugh
Gone too fast..
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
YEAH, YEAH
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
YEAH, YEAH
Snow
Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe it, we rely on
When I lay it on come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Refrain:
Hey oh, listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh, now listen what I say, oh
When will I know that I really can’t go
To the well once more time to decide on
When it’s killing me, when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I get my chance to ride
When it’s killing me, what do I really need
All that I need to look inside
Refrain:
Hey oh, listen what I say, oh
Come back and hey oh, look at what I say, oh
Stick:
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
Hey oh, whoa
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
And it’s so white as snow
Running through a field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
When to descend to amend for a friend
All the channels that have broken down
Now you bring it up, I’m gonna ring it up
Just to hear you sing it out
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe what we rely on
When I lay it on, come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Refrain:
Hey oh, listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh, listen what I say, oh
Stick:
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
Hey oh, whoa
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
I said hey, hey yeah, oh yeah, tell my Lord now
Hey, hey yeah, oh yeah, tell my Lord now
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
I said hey, oh yeah, oh yeah, tell my Lord now
Hey, hey yeah, oh yeah
Californicaton
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind’s elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It’s Californication
It’s the edge of the world
and all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It’s understood that Hollywood
sells Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war you’re waging
First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It’s Californication
Space may be the final frontier
But it’s made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderon’s not far away
It’s Californication
Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody’s been there
and I don’t mean on vacation
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl’s guitar
They’re just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn’t save the world
From Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest
There is no test
But this is what you’re craving
First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
AARGH!! I’ve had this fragment stuck in my head for several days now, so I’ll just write it out.
Do you love an apple,
Do you love a pear,
Do you love a laddie with curly brown hair?
Oh still I love him,
I can’t deny him
I’ll be with him wherever he goes.
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Humph. And I can’t understand what the rest of the words are because it’s not very clear, paired with an accent.
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Beavo: Master of 16 spdzk points and 100 PiePoints says:
*Aladdin obsession* This is from the second movie, The Return of Jafar.
I must admit,
Your parlor tricks are amusing
I bet you’ve got a bunny
Under your hat!
Now here’s your chance
To get the best of me,
Hope your hand is hot!
C’mon, clown,
Let’s see what you’ve got!
You try to slam me
With your hardest stuff
But your double whammy
Isn’t up to snuff
I’ll set the record straight
You’re simply out of date
You’re only second rate!
You think your cat’s a meanine,
But your tiger’s tame
You’ve got a lot to learn
About the genie game
So for your information,
I’ll reiterate
You’re only second rate!
Men cower at the power
In my pinky
My thumb is number one
On every list
But if you’re not convinced
That I’m invincible,
Put me to the test!
I’d love to lay this rivalry to rest!
Go ahead and zap me
With the big surprise
Snap me in a trap,
Cut me down to size
I’ll make a big escape
It’s just a piece of cake
You’re only second rate!
You know, your hocus-pocus
Isn’t tough enough
And your mumbo-jumbo
Doesn’t measure up
Let me pontificate
Upon your sorry state
You’re only second rate!
Zaba-caba-dabra!
Granny’s gonna grab ya!
Alakazam-da-mus
And this thing’s bigger than the both of us!
So spare me your tremendous scare!
You look horrendous in your underwear!
And I can hardly wait
To discombobulate
I’ll send ya back and packing
In a shipping crate
You’ll make a better living
With a spinning plate
You’re only second rate!
Singing this leaves you panting for breath for about two minutes before you want to do it all again.
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
Drunk and I’m feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I’m pissed cause you came around
Why don’t you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can’t help you fix yourself
You’re making me insane
All I can say is
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you’re drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand
I’m drunk and I’m feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn’t ever come around
Why don’t you just go home?
Cause you’re drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn’t understand
But you didn’t understand
Go fix yourself
I can’t help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I’m sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can’t help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I’m sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I know you told me this before
I know you told me this a million times
You say you don’t know how you feel
You don’t know if you even love me anymore
If she was a good kisser
Then I know how much I miss her
January came
By April you have stayed
June I was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
I wish I didn’t say I’m sorry
I wish you loved me still the same
I wish I wasn’t such a wishy-washy …
I wish I said just how I felt
If I was a good listener
Maybe you would still be here
January came
By April you have stayed
June I was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
I still miss the way we touch
I miss the way you bite my tongue
I miss the way you run away
You run away
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you’re leaving me
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you’re leaving me
I know you told me this before
I know you told me this a million times
You say you don’t know how you feel
When will you know just how you feel
January came
By April you have stayed
June I was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you’re leaving me
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you’re leaving me
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ZVX, formerly known as Mouse. (210 piepoints, 48 spdzk points) says:
A revolution never come with a warning
a revolution never sends you an omen
a revolution just arrives like the mornin’
ring the alarm we come to wake up the snoring
they tellin’ you to never worry about the future
they tellin’ you to never worry about the torture
they tellin’ you that you will never see the horror
spend it all today we will bill you tomorrow
three piece suits and bank accounts in bahamas
wall street crime’ll never send you to the slammer
tell all the children in the arms of their mamas
THE F-15 IS A HOMICIDE BOMBER
TV commercial for a Pop-a-pil culture
drug companies circle in like a vulture
amer-iraqi babies with a gi-goe father
ten years from now is anybody gonna bother?
yell fire yoyoyo
yell fire yo yoyoyo
yell fire yo yoyoyo
everyone addicted to the same nicotine
everyone addicted to the same gasoline
everyone addicted to a technicolor screen
everybody tryin’ to get their hands on the same green
from the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy
all of the riches taken back by the needy
we come from the country and we come from the city
you can play us on a record you can play us on a CD
all the chit you giving us is fertilizer
the seeds that you planted you can never brutalize her
tell the corporation you can never globalize it
like peter tosh said, legalize it!
girls and boys an’ the bass an’ the treble,
throw ya hands up, take it to another level
an’ you never ever ever make a deal with the devil!
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
Couldn’t think of any lyrics
No I never wrote the lyrics
So I’ll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, child
You really need words
Whole lotta rhyming words
You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it, to do it right, child
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
I know that you’re probably sore
‘Cause I didn’t write any more
I just didn’t get to complete it
So that’s why I gotta repeat it
This song is just six words long (six words long)
This song is just six words long (six words long)
Oh I make a lotta money
They pay me a ton of money
They’re payin’ me plenty of money
To sing this song, child
I gotta fill time
Three minutes worth of time
Oh, how will I fill so much time, mm-mm
I’ll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo
A solo, a solo here
[instrument solo]
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song’s got nothin’ to say
But I’m recording it anyway
I know if I put my mind to it
I know I could find a good rhyme here
Oh, you gotta have-a music
You need really catchy music
This song has got plenty of music
But just six words, child
And so I’ll sing’ em over
And over and over and over
And over and over and over, mm-mm
And over and over and over
And over and over and over again
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
This song is just six words long
It’s just six words long
You called me last night on the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you ’cause I was all alone
You said, “It’s snowing, it’s snowing! God, I hate this weather.”
Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together
We met in the springtime at a rock-and-roll show
It was on the Bowery when it was time to go
We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night
I held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life.
‘Cause everyone’s your friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me
Statue of Liberty, Staten Island Ferry, Co-op City, Katz’s and Tiffany’s*
Central Park, Brooklyn Bridge, The Empire State where Dylan lived**
Coney Island and Times Square, Rockefeller Center
Wish I was there
You wrote me a letter just the other day
Said, “Springtime is coming soon so why don’t you come to stay.”
I packed my stuff, got on the bus, I can’t believe it’s true
I’m three days from New York City and I’m three days from you
‘Cause everyone’s my friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me
‘Cause everyone’s my friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me.
heard a lot of talk about the ocean
heard a lot of talk about the sea now,
heard a lot of talk about alotta things,
never ment that much to me yeah
heard a lotta talk about my spirit,
heard a lotta talk about my soul,
but i decided that anxiety and pain were better friends,
so i let it go
let it go
let it go
let it go, an’ let’s get it back together
heard a lot of talk about this jesus,
a man of a man of strength, a man of love,
but what a man was 2000 years ago,
means nothing at all to me today
he coulda been tellin’ me about my higher self,
but he only lives inside my prayer
so what ‘e was may have been, beuatiful,
but the pain is right now an’ right here
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ZVX, formerly known as Mouse. (210 piepoints, says:
I’m a flying fish sailor,
just home fome Honk-Kong, Way, hey blow the man down
Just give me some whiskey and I’ll sing you a song, Gimme some time to blow th man down
Argh, WHY must I have this stuck in my head?
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And then,
They cal me hanging johnny
Because I hang for money and it’s hang boys hang
Oh well….that;s all I can remember, besides the comment box shinkage.
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Midnight Fiddler (she of the 2 spdzk and 1 B-day pioint[s]) says:
We recycled everything, mowed the lawn by hand
tuna never touched our table,
‘Cause daddy was a sensitive man.
I remember as a pre-adult, I was so proud of my pop,
He never worked in a coal mine, he ran the futon shop.
Daddy’d come home late at night with polyurethane in his hair,
And he’d kick off his birkenstocks and say
“Who’s got quality time to share?”
We’d sit around the table, just mom and dad and I,
chanting out our mantras to that co-op food god on high.
Sometimes we just had bean sprouts and dad’d get mad and cuss,
And we’d say, “your feelings are valid, thanks for sharing them with us.
One day he came home early, I heard a bit loud scream,
Momma’d been watching the guiding light eating ho-hos filled with creme.
I said to dad, “what’ll we do with momma now?”
And he said “Son, there’s a time for praying, and a time to just say, ‘wow.'”
You know other kids in the neighborhood went to ballgames and worked on cars,
We’d take off on our mountain bikes to family awareness seminars.
He never took us hunting,
we never played with guns or pistols
On Saturday we’d sit in the basement and play recorders and stare at crystals.
And dad and I took the Volvo to the grocery store one night
Some roughnecks in the parking lot tried to start a fight
Daddy walked right up to the biggest, meanest thug
and we said, “It’s okay to get in tough with your anger,
now how ’bout a hug?”
‘Cause we recycled everything, mowed the lawn by hand
Tuna never touched our table,
‘Cause daddy was a sensitive man.
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Oh yes, I’m looking forward to the next event!!!
esmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly “girl I like your face”
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
.
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers stores
Buys a twenty carat golden ring (Golden ring?)
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing (Sing)
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on, yeah (No)
In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones
(Ah ha ha ha ha ha)
Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand (Arm! Leg!)
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she still sings it with the band
Yes, ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on (Ha ha ha)
Hey, ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
Yeah, happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand (Foot!)
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she’s a singer with the band
Yeah, ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
Yeah, ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
And if you want some fun
Take ob-la-di ob-la-da
[Thank you, uh, ha ha ha!]
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Midnight Fiddler (she of the 2 spdzk and 1 b-day point[s]) says:
New thread? This one’s hard to find, and it’s getting quite long….
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The Ballad of Accounting
In the morning we build the city,
In the afternoon walk through its streets,
Evening saw us leaving,
We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads,
And small attention gave
To landmarks on the journey
From the cradle to the grave.
Did you learn to dream in the morning,
Abandon dreams in the afternoon,
Wait without hope in the evening,
Did you stand there in the traces and let them feed you lies,
Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?
Did you kiss the foot that kicked you,
And thank them for their scorn?
Did you ask them for forgiveness for the act of being born?
Did you alter the face of the city,
Did you make any change to the world you find?
Did you observe all the warnings,
Did you read the trespass notices,
Did you keep off the grass?
Did you shuffle off the pavement just to let your betters pass?
Did you learn to keep your mouth shut,
Were you seen but never heard,
Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word?
Did you ever demand any answers,
Who the what, or the reason why?
Did you ever question the setup?
Did you stand aside and let them choose why you got second best,
Did you let them skim the cream off an then give to you the rest
Did you settle for the shoddy,
And did you think it right
To let them rob you right and left and never make a fight?
What did you learn in the morning,
How much did you know in the afternoon?
Were you content in the evening?
Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school,
Did the factory help you grow
Were you the maker or the tool?
Did the place where you were living enrich your life and then
Did you reach some understanding of all your fellow men?
In the morning we build the city,
In the afternoon walk through it’s streets…..
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And there you go, something from MF that’s NOT COLONIAL!!!
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Midnight Fiddler (she of the 2 spdzk and 1 b-day point[s]) says:
Hmm. A new one? Well, I’ll have to open it with this:
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?
Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now he’s dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he’s as scared as me
Where’s he gone now, I can’t see
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn’t seem to move at all
Perhaps he’s dead, I’ll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He’s come to a sticky end
Don’t think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl ’round
He’s embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Only love
Can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love
Can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers
Laying in the fields.
Love, Reign o’er me
Love, Reign o’er me, rain on me
Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high
Love Reign O’er me
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
I can’t sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain
Oh, MAN!?!?! The page is a mile long now. With a song the GAPAs hate. PLease zap it!!!
I don’t think that it is all pin ball wizard.
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the **** is on Joey’s head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we’d ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I’ve broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them I would of let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Goodbye
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
and sing along with every song we know
we said someday wed find out how it feels
to sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I don’t know one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me (fades )
Oh dearie me. I cannot resist.
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m your little glowing friend,
but really I’m not actually your friend but I am…
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you,
Make a little birdhouse in your soul…
Part of “HYENA” by the GazettE:
Curtain of wine red  cannot tell apart
As it flows down  A dancing dream
Imitating left and right  Crooked  Masquerade
In a decorated swaying love
Drowning in this moment
Those who swarm to you are instant sympathizers
A ruined greenhouse Prince
A CHANDELIER in the back of your head
Those dying-out days  Your sympathy is a Hyena
The voice that bloomed in your face
Is a worthless pile of idealism
Facile “Eternity†is an overused dream
With mulitcoloured tears
With mulitcoloured words
If painted over, could you exist with that face?
The imprint seen over and over
In the lies given over and over
You’re rotting as you’re self absorbed  See?
The Presidents song (As sung by the Animaniacs)
Y:
Heigh ho!
Do you know,
The names of the US Residents
Who then became the Presidents
And got a view from the White House loo
Of Pennsylvania Avenue
W:George Washington was the first, you see
He once chopped down a cherry tree
D:President number two would be
John Adams and then Number three
Y:Tom Jefferson stayed up to write
a declaration late at night
So he and his wife had a great big fight
And she made him sleep on the couch all night
W:James Madison never had a son
and he fought the War of 1812
D:James Monroe’s colossal nose
Was bigger than Pinnochio’s
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it’s Andrew Jackson’s butt he kicks,
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he’s the one that the country picks
D:Martin Van Buren number eight
For a one term shot as chief of state
Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise
That guy was dead in thirty days!
W:John Tyler he liked country folk
D:And after him came President Polk
Y:Zachary Taylor liked to smoke
His breath killed friends whenever he spoke
W:1850, really nifty
Millard Fillmore’s in
Y:Young and fierce was Franklin Pierce
The man without a chin
D: Follows next a period spannin’
Four long years with James Buchanan
Then the South start shootin’ cannon
And we’ve got a civil war
YW&D:A war!
A war down south in Dixie!
Y:Up to bat comes old Abe Lincoln
D:There’s a guy who’s really thinkin’
W:Kept the United States from shrinking
Saved the ship of state from sinking
D:Andrew Johnson’s next
He had some slight defects
W: Congress each
Would impeach
D:And so the county now elects
Y: Ulysses Simpson Grant
Who would scream and rave and rant
W: While drinking whiskey
Although risky
Cause he’d spill it on his pants
Y: It’s 1877 and the democrats would gloat
But they’re all amazed when Rutherford Hayes
Wins by just one vote
D:James Garfield, someone really hated
‘Cause he was assasinated
W:Chester Arthur gets instated
Four years later he was traded
D:For Grover Cleveland, really fat
Elected twice as a democrat
Then Benjamin Harrisson after that
It’s William McKinley up at bat
Y:Teddy Roosevelt charged up San Juan Hill
W:And President Taft he got the bill
Y:In 1913 Woodrow
YW&D: Wiiilllllllson
Takes us into World War One
Y:Warren Harding he does fine
D:It’s Calvin Coolidge next in line
W: And then in 1929
The market crashes and we find
Y:It’s Herbert Hoover’s big debut
He gets the blame and loses to
D:Franklin Roosevelt, President who
Helped us win in World War Two
W:Harry Truman, weird little human
Serves two terms and when he’s done
Y:It’s Eisenhower who’s got the power
From ’53 to ’61
D:John Kennedy had Camelot
then Lyndon Johnson took his spot
Y:Richard Nixon he gets caught
And Gerald Ford fell down a lot
W:Jimmy Carter liked campaign trips
Y:And Ronald Regan’s speeches’ scripts
All came from famous movie clips
And President Bush said “read my lips”
D:Now in Washington D.C.
W:It’s democrats and the G.O.P.
Y:But the ones in charge is plain to see
D:The Clintons, Bill and Hilary
Y: The next President to lead the way
Well, it just might be yourself one day
Then the press’ll distort everything you say
YW&D:So jump in your plane and fly away
Sorry, I’m studying for my history final and have this playing in the backround on a loop. And right now, I’m procrastinating.
5- YUSSSS.
TMBG PWWWNNZZZ.
Make a hole, with the gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside-down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It’s like a whirpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
All alone at the 64th World’s Fair
80 dolls, it’s a small girl after all
Who was at the DuPont Pavilion
Why was the bench still warm, who had been there
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in back at the edge of hearing
These were the words that the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
“I don’t want the world, I just want your half”
They don’t need me here and I know you’re there
Where the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is we don’t know anything
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
2- Dude, calm down. I’ve got a reasonable number of songs by The Who in there. Besides, Rebecca does like Pinball Wizard, it just gets stuck in her head.
Parody of Fergalicious
FERGIE (f/ Will.I.Am) LYRICS
Bubblicious
ChangedImproved by Beavo the Great and Leaf LoardFour, tres, two, uno
[Will I Am]
Listen up ya’ll, Cuz this is it
The gum that I’m chewin’ is de-li-cious
[Fergie]
[Verse 1]
Bubilicious definition make them kids go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my logo
You can chew me, you can’t bite me
You can pop me, that don’t stop me
I got reasons why I tease ’em
Mouths just come and go like seasons
[Hook 1]
Bubblicious (bubblicious)
But I ain’t juicy fruit
And if you was suspicious
That flavor’s artificial I’m all natural
That puts them kids on pop, pop
And they be lining down the isle just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)
[Chorus]
So delicious (It’s pop, pop)
So delicious (I put them kids on pop, pop)
So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)
Bubblicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)
[Verse 2]
Bubblicious def-, Bubblicious def-, Bubblicious def- [def fading echo]
Bubblicious definition make them kids go crazy
They always wanna chew me
Comin’ to me call me tasty (Hey tasty)
I’m the BU to the BB, LICIOUS,
And can’t no other candy put it down like me
[Hook 2]
I’m Bubblicious (so delicious)
My chew stay vicious
They be up in the lab, just workin’ on my flavor
He’s my witness (oooh wee)
I put yo kids on pop, pop
And he be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (four, tres, two, uno)
[Chorus]
So delicious (It’s pop, pop)
So delicious (I put them boys on pop, pop)
So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)
Bubblicious (hold hold hold hold hold up, check it out)
[Vamp]
Boys and Girls and Baby’s
If you really want me
Kiddies get some patience
Maybe then you’ll get a taste
I’ll be tasty, tasty, I’ll be laced with lacey
It’s so tasty, tasty, It’ll make you crazy
[Will I Am]
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, hit it candy!
[Fergie]
[Rap]
All the time I turn around always brother’s gather round always droolin’ at me up and down beggin’ for me (uuhh)
I just wanna say it now I ain’t tryin’ to round up drama little mama I don’t wanna take your kids
And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the kids wanna chew it
But I’m tryin’’ to tell, that I can’t be treated like abc gum
Cuz’ they say I’m
[Hook 3]
Delicious (So delicious)
But I ain’t juicy fruit
And if you was suspicious
That flavors artificial I’m all natural
That puts them boys on pop, pop
And they be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (pop, pop, pop)
Four, tres, two, uno
My chew stay vicious
They be up in the lab, just workin on my flavor
He’s my witness (oooh wee)
I put them kids on pop, pop
And he be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (four, tres, two, uno)
[Chorus]
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I’m Bubblicious, t-t-t-t-t tasty, tasty
It’s so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I’m Bubblicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye, aye, aye, aye)
[Will I Am]
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the S T E Y gum you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the, four, tres, two, uno
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, to the, to the…..
Okay, MB, it’s time to play:
RECOGNIZE THE SNITCHES!!!!!
THIS WEEK’S THEME IS: ‘You and Me, Baby’
A: “Put your body/Next to mine/And dreeeam on…”
B: “If I could hold you tonight/I might never grow old”
C: “They’re forming in a straight line/They’re going through a timewind”
D: “You are the king of the divan/I am the king of the divan”
E: “Strange but not a stranger/I’m an ordinary girl”
F: “Pretty Polynesian baby/Over the sea/I remember the night/When we walked in the sands of Waikiki/And I held you oh-so-tight”
G: “I said tell me your name/Isn’t it sweet/She said my boy is DAGGER”
Have fun!
TMBG!!! I like “Bangs.”
Incidentally, and I’m sorry for the double post, that’s “Summer Breeze” by Seals and Crofts. Album is “Traces,” also “Greatest Hits.”
I am so good.
I have decided (inspired by the DC Kokonvention thread) that this summer I will be writing music. So, if anyone has some muse song lyrics, etc., that they want me to turn into music (and write a score, etc.), just post them here and tell me that you want me to use them. And you can specify the instruments, tune, key, time signature, etc., or you can leave it all up to me. But yeah. Just a thought…
Last time to get funky!
To the left!
To the right!
Criss Cross
Criss Crosss
I’m going to stop before I even go on.
10 – Nice!
I’m blue,
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die……
since my stupid ContentProtect is blocking me from going to the random thread, i shall use this as my random thread.
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so, anyways, i recently discovered the wonderful world of IMing. i am currently talking to one of my friends right now. i get lotz of 3D smileys to use, too. tis fun.
Zapped post. Or eaten by WordPress.
16-Oh, my goodness! What could be on the randome thread that ContentProtect is repelled by, thus making it make the randome thread off-limits to you… Have the GAPAs not been doing their job?????????
16- Oh, no you don’t. Go to this page for PoPoing.
Who wants to see another parody? I think the Hips Dont Lie one is best….
20 – yes!
18 – no, the ContentProtect is just faulty. it blocks me from Googling nonsensical words, blocks me from random pages because it says that it has porn on it, and stuff like that. it’s really ________ annoying.
If it stops you from reading nonsense, you’re out of luck here on Museblog.
In good King Arthur’s day,
When we lived under the king,
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor,
Three jolly rogues of Lin.*
Three jolly rogues of Lin,
Three jolly rogues of Lin,
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor,
Three jolly rogues of Lin.
The miller he stole corn,
And the weaver he stole yarn,
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth
To keep those three rogues warm.
To keep those three rogues warm,
To keep those three rogues warm,
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth,
To keep those three rogues warm.
Tell me if you’d like to hear the other two verses, which tell of the untimely ends of the three rogues.
*I’ve spelled it wrong, I know, but I can’t remember how to spell it properly.
I saw a Fray, OkGo, and Mae concert last night. IT WAS AMAZING. OkGo swears way way way too much, but they were definitely the highlight of the show. The Fray was good too, and they sang Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira (which was hilarious) and Day Tripper by the Beatles. They were really good! Didn’t hear much of Mae.
20-We did “Lips Don’t Lie” at camp. Yes. Lips. Also “Lice, Lice Baby’ and “T-E-B-A” by the Village People.
24-Maybe Lynne?
Rudolpph the red-nosed reindeer,
Had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You would even say it glowsLike a lightbulb!
All of the other reindeer,
Used to laugh and call him names,Like Pinnochio!
They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer gamesLike Monopoly!
Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
“Rudolph with your noose so bright,
Won’t you glide my sleigh tonight?”
Then how the reindeer loved him,
And they shoputhed out with glee,
“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
You’ll go down in history!”With George Washington!
Scales Don’t Lie
Changed15-I gotta say: that’s a GREAT song!!!!!
I had to. It can’t be as long as the 1st post.
Birdhouse in Your Soul
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It’s a simple message and I’m leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note spelled l-i-t-e
My story’s infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn’t rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
There’s a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I’d be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while you’re at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
The Mesopotamians by They Might be Giants
We’ve been driving around
From one end of this town to the other and back
But no one’s ever seen us (No one’s ever seen us)
Driving our Econoline van (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
And no one’s ever heard of our band
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
Then they wouldn’t understand a word we say,
So we’ll scratch it all down into the clay
Half believing there will sometime come a day
Someone gives a damn
Maybe when the concrete has crumbled to sand
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
The Mesopotam-ish sun is beating down
And making cracks in the ground
But there’s nowhere else to stand
In Mesopotamia, (No one’s ever seen us)
The kingdom where we secretly reign (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
The land where we invisibly rule
As the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
This is my last stick of gum
I’m going to cut it up so everybody else gets some
Except for Ashurbanipal who says my haircut makes me look like a Mohenjo-daroan
Hey, Ashurbanipal,
I’m a Mesopotamian
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
“Hey, man, I thought that you were dead
I thought you crashed your car”
“No, man, I’ve been right here this whole time playing bass guitar
For the Mesopotamians”
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh
5, 30- You are now my best friends. And 8(Kiki), you get an honorable mention.
I could start rambling about how I chose that song for my lyrical analysis due tomorrow in English class. A chance to force the whole class to listen to good TMBG, and my favorite song ever. I don’t know what it means. I have to do that analysis tonight.
I have to post lyrics to make this post pointed, don’t I?
Ok, after Birdhouse In Your Soul, I’ve listened to She’s An Angel the most. And 10 of my top 25 songs are TMBG.
I remember two or three people posted parts of it a couple music threads ago. Started by me.
She’s An Angel, They Might Be Giants(band), They Might Be Giants(album)
I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm
But everyone was acting normal so I tried to look nonchalant
We both said I really love you
The Shriners loaned us cars
We raced up and down the sidewalk twenty thousand million times
Why did they send her over anyone else
How should I react?
These things happen to other people
They don’t happen at all, in fact
When you’re folowing an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing
I heard they have a space program,
When they sing you can’t hear there’s no air
Sometimes I think I’d kinda like that and
Other times I think I’m already there
Gonna ask for my admission
Gonna speak to the man in charge
The secretary says he’s on another line
Can I hold for a long long time?
I found out she’s an angel
I don’t think she knows I know
I’m worried that something might happen to me
If anyone ever finds out
Why, why did they send her over anyone else?
How should I react?
These things happen to other people
They don’t happen at all
When you’re following an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing
I heard they have a space program
When they sing you can’t hear there’s no air
Sometimes I think I’d kinda like that and
Other times I think I’m already there
When you’re following an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re metting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing
Is it “nicest thing” or “nicest things“?
My extreme regret for double posting cannot be expressed in human language.
31- You are also on the honorable-mention best friend list. As is anyone who posts lyrics to TMBG songs.
We were quoting it on this thread, comments 122-124. Me, e~a, and Robert-gapa.
What else is in the kokonvention songbook?
My most played songs are heavily slanted towards alarm clock songs, which have all been TMBG. After She’s An Angel, my next most played song is Your Horoscope For Today(weird al), and after that Am I Awake? (tmbg), which was my alarm clock for almost two months.
Ok, that wasn’t a double post, but this will be, and the regret still applies.
33- I heard it as “nicest thing”. Let me check the wiki…
This Might Be a Wiki has “nicest things” the first two times and “nicest thing” the last time.
Aaahhh! I must permeate this thread with folk songs before it is too late! Help me, someone!
*thinks very hard*
I don’t know enough lyrics! Willie Taylor, I guess (if that qualifies), but does anyone really want to read/hear that? I’d rather not post it. The Lailly Worm and the Mackerel of the Sea? I.e., a murder ballad with fantastical creatures.
Help me!
Ladies up in here tonight
We’ll weigh em, we’ll weigh em
We got the refugees up in here
We’ll weigh em
Shakira, Shakira
I never really knew that she could weigh that much
She makes a man wants to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira
Oh baby when you eat like that
You make a woman get fat
So be wise and keep on
Adding the pounds to my body
And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy
Hey Girl, I can see your belly jiggling
And it’s driving me crazy
And I didn’t have the slightest idea
Until I saw you eating
And when you walk up in the kitchen
Nobody cannot ignore your unhealthy habits, girl
And everything so unexpected – the way you scarf and wolf it
So you can keep on eating it
I never really knew that she could weigh that much
She makes a man wants to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira, Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira
Oh baby when you eat like that
You make a woman get fat
So be wise and keep on
Adding the pounds to my body
And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I am starting to feel the weight
Come on, feed me, real fast
’Cause this food asi es perfecto
And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy
Oh boy, I can my body growing
Half fat, half me
I don’t, don’t really know what I’m doing
But I seem to be hungry
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can’t so you know
That’s a bit too hard to explain
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de da
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de da
I never really knew that she could eat that much
She makes a man want to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira
Oh baby when you talk eat that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Feeding the fat on my body
Senorita, eat the food now, let me see you eat like you come from America
Mira en Barranquilla se baila as, eat it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila as
Yeah
She’s so hungry every foods fantasy a slob like me back with the Americans from a Five Star restaurant
I go back like when she was as thin as Brittany Spears
She make a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch her?
Americans and British
She ain’t guilty, it’s her family tradition
No more does she scarf cake
She runs the restaurant because she owns her own float (YO)
And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I am starting to feel the weight
Come on, feed me, real fast
’Cause this food asi es perfecto
Oh you know I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy
We’ll weigh em
We’ll weigh em
“Someday”
How the **** did we wind up like this?
Why weren’t we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try turn the tables
I wish you’d unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there’s been too much of this
But don’t think it’s too late
Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
Well I’d hope that since we’re here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we’ve always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story’s played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
[Solo]
How the **** did we wind up like this?
Why weren’t we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story’s played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
I know you’re wondering when
36 (Alice) – Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin’ trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin’ ‘neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Good morning America how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues.
Good night, America, how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
37-tihi.if that song were not so horrile i would find your parody more amusing.
Hence I will anoint
And whisper wholeheartedly
The creed of Hades and beyond
As I succumb to inevitable sin
For I cannot enslave myself
With imaginary words of salvation
The hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throne
The winds that blow purity
Signify my chosen legacy
I was born to opposition
A contender to creation
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
For my sins
I will ask no forgiveness
For my sins
They are not to forgive
So never speak of me quietly
Stand by my confession
I voice your rebellion
Against the traitor of the world
I am the first creature of this Kingdom
I will be the One
To out live His time
With the triumph of free will
the chosen legacy-dimmu borgir.
37-haha, we did that one in band…well, the actual song…with no words…but those words are better anyway
34- What is TMBG?
40: I love that line… I Voice Your Rebellion
Mingulay Boat Song
Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!
What care we tho’ white the Minch is
What care we for wind and weather?
Let her go boys, every inch is
Wearing homeward to Mingulay!
Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!
Wives are waiting on the bank, boys,
Looking seaward from the heather.
Pull her ’round boys, and we’ll anchor
‘Ere the sun sets at Mingulay!
Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!
Now if I can find that other one . . . But it’s so hard when you don’t know the title. You’ll have to be content with that for now, though I’m sure I can find some others on Wiki.
Fine. I will painstakingly hand-type these words. Grr.
The Song of the Seal
A sea maid sings on yonder reef
The spellbound seals draw near
A lilt that lures beyond belief
Mortals enchanted hear
Coir an oir an oir an oir o
Coir an oir an oir an eer o
Coir an oir an ee lalyuran
Coir an oir an eer o
The wandering plowman halts his plow
The maid her milking stays
And sheep on hillside, bird on bough
Pause and listen in amaze
Coir an oir an oir an oir o
Coir an oir an oir an eer o
Coir an oir an ee lalyuran
Coir an oir an eer o
Was it a dream? Were all asleep?
Or did she cease her lay?
For the seals with a splash dive into the deep
And the world goes on again
Coir an oir an oir an oir o
Coir an oir an oir an eer o
Coir an oir an ee lalyuran
Coir an oir an eer o
42- Woah, you ought to know that by now, with the way everyone talks about it constantly. They Might Be Giants.
Sorry that this is a three post.
36- Folk songs, did you say?
We are the folk song army,
Every one of us cares.
We all hate poverty, war, and injustice
Unlike the rest of you squares.
There are innocuous folk songs, yeah,
But we regard ’em with scorn.
The folks who sing ’em have no social conscience,
Why, they don’t even care if Jimmy Crack Corn.
If you feel dissatisfaction,
Strum your frustrations away.
Some people may prefer action,
But give me a folk song any old day.
The tune don’t have to be clever,
And it don’t matter if you put a couple extra syllables into a line.
It sounds more ethnic if it ain’t good English
And it don’t even gotta rhyme…excuse me: rhyne!
Remember the war against Franco?
That’s the kind where each of us belongs.
Though he may have won all the battles,
We had all the good songs!
So join in the folk song army!
Guitars are the weapons we bring
To the fight against poverty, war, and injustice.
Ready, aim, sing!
Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T’s
Hey there Delilah
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true
Hey there Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it’s my disguise
I’m by your side
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be making history like I do
You know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here’s to you
This ones for you
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me.
48- *hates that song because it’s really corny and sounds like the Theme Song of Napolean Dynamite*
37-Ha ha! Have you heard the 103.5 FM “This Is Why I’m Fat” song? Retaliation galore. Mack @ Nite plays it sometimes.
47-Tom Lehrer! “Oh Clementine/Can’t you tell from the howls of me/This love of mine/Calls to you from the bowels of me…”
No one has taken me up on my challenge. I feel lost. Alone. Lonely. And unloved. *sobs* WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Megadeth, “Holy Wars…The Punishment Due”
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don’t understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God’s command?
A country that’s divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it’s crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don’t look now to Israel
It might be in your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel’s bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.
They killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake…last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake…no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don’t say it, don’t mean I ain’t
thinking it
Next thing you know, they’ll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.
50-On my radio, 103.5 is a country station. I think. Some people say my songs suck because they like the origional, and some people say they suck because they hate the origional, but I must say I would say This Is Why I’m Fat would be hilarous, and I love This Is Why I’m Hot too.
23 – fortunately, it doesn’t. if it did, i wouldn’t be able to get on MB, period. no offense.
So if you’re lonely
You know I’m here waiting for you
I’m just a cross-hair
I’m just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken
shattered I lie
I’m just a cross-hair
I’m just a shot then we can die
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you
I say don’t you know
You say you don’t know
I say… take me out
I say you don’t show
Don’t move time is slow
I say… take me out
I say you don’t know
You say you don’t go
I say… take me out
If I move, this could die
If eyes move this can die
I want you… to take me out
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you
I say, don’t you know
You say you don’t know
I say… take me out
If I wait this could die
If I wane this could die
I want you to take me out
If I move, this could die
If eyes move this can die
Come on… Take me out
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you
this is probably my fav song besides fergalicious, just lose it, pump it, and hips don’t lie.
48- In English, we were playing the songs we did lyric analysis for, and that song was bothering me because I didn’t know anything about it. Now I do. I don’t care quite enough to go get the song, but if someone I know talks about the band, I can ask to borrow the CD.
I’ll just go through my Top 25.
Your Horoscope For Today, “Weird Al” Yankovic, Running With Scissors
This song is in my Top 25 because it’s the song that all the play/musical people like, and it brings to mind fond memories of the play and musical.
Aquarius
There’s travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day
Pisces
Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus
You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say
Aries
The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon
Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep
Taurus
You will never find true happiness – what you gonna do, cry about it?
The stars predict tomorrow you’ll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
Gemini
Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence
Your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest
Cancer
The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud
Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver’s test
Leo
Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss’s face, oh no
Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik
Virgo
All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent – except for you
Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled on a stick
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
Now you may find it inconceivable or at the very least a bit unlikely that the relative position of the planets and the stars
Could have a special deep significance or meaning that exclusively applies to only you
But let me give you my assurance that these forcasts and predictions are all based on solid, scientific
Documented evidence, so you would have to be some kind of moron not to reaize that every single one of the is absolutely true
Where was I?
Libra
A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you
Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week
Scorpio
Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window
Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak
Sagittarius
All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them)
Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you’ve got hanging in your den
Capricorn
The stars say that you’re an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they’re lying
If I were you, I’d lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (yay yay yay yay yay)
That’s your horoscope for today
4: Ew, Nickelback. *thumbs down*
5: *claps*
10: Fergie? Oh, make it stop!
15: lol! That came on at Spring Fling, and everyone went crazy because we all hadn’t heard that since, like, 4th grade when it was a big hit.
32: Ooh! Will you post your lyrics analysis?
36: Sorry, I don’t think I know any folk songs… unless “Amazing Grace” or “Waltzing Matilda” counts.
38: See #4. I think “If Everyone Cared” is their worst song yet.
41: Your band did “Hips Don’t Lie”!? As in, your school band? What is the world coming to??
48: Hmm. I liked that song the first time I heard it, and none of the subsequent times. It’s EXTREMELY overplayed now. My friend is angry that the radio stations are ruining it, because it was her favorite song three years ago.
“Cyclops Rock”
I taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart
And then you go and waste my cyclops time
Mess up my cyclops mind
I’m sick
Like Chucky was sick
My defeated heart keeps beating on
I won’t die
Like Chucky won’t die
But I’m not here to socialize
Gotta find a new place to hang out
‘Cause I’m tired of living in Hell
I’m a mess
Since you cut me out
But Chucky’s arm keeps me company
I’m a fright
With my tombstone smile
All the children run away from me
Gotta find new friends to hang with
‘Cause you’re all afraid of me
And I taught you how to cyclops rock!!
And then you go and turn around and break my heart…
And then you go and waste my cyclops time,
Mess up my cyclops mind!
Dan!*
~guitar solo~
It was sweet
Like lead paint is sweet
But the after-effect left me paralyzed
I just stare
With my one glass eye
Hoping you won’t be back again
There’s a whole new generation
Waiting to be wrecked by you
I taught you how to cyclops rock!!
And then you go and turn around and break my heart!
You waste my cyclops time,
And mess up my cyclops mind!!
Pony, Twist, Monkey, and Froog!
These are the things that I taught to you
Hitchhike, Boogie, Hypocrite Bop!
I’m stuck in a van outside of New York!
AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart!!!
You waste my cyclops time
And I’ve got a cyclops mind…
*Before I looked up the lyrics, I always thought he yelled “Damn!” here. Both make sense (Dan is the band’s guitarist), but I like “damn” better because this is a really angry part of the song and this makes it into a climax.
Hm. I also thought it was “Hypocrite, Bup”, not “Hypocrite Bop”. This is from TMBW, by the way.
They Might Be Walruses? (TMBW)
56- The more you say you hate Nickelback, the more I will post it
How You Remind Me
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”
yet, yet, yet, no no
yet, yet, yet, no no
it’s not like you didn’t know that
I said i love you and i swear i still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
and this is how you remind me of what i really am
this is how you remind me of what i really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”
yet, yet, yet, no no(x2)
yet, yet, yet, no no
Never made it as a wise man
I couldnt cut it as a poor man stealin’
and this is how you remind me
this is how you remind me
this is how you remind me of what i really am
this is how you remind me of what i really am
It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet
Does anybody know the name of this song:
Push the pedal down, watch the world around, come on and lets fly, push the pedal down fly fly away… something like that but it’s on the radio a lot…
When the Devil is too busy
And Death’s a bit too much
They call me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I’m Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I’m Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it’s all the same
I’m the fly in your soup
I’m the pebble in your shoe
I’m the pea beneath your bed
I’m a bump on every head
I’m the peel on which you slip
I’m a pin in every hip
I’m the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and ride And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
While there’s children to make sad
While there’s candy to be had
while there’s pockets left to pick
While there’s grannies left to trip down the stairs
I’ll be there, I’ll be waiting ’round the corner
It’s a game. I’m glad I’m in it
‘Cause there’s one born every minute
And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.
I’m the fear that keeps you awake
I’m the shadows on the wall
I’m the monsters they become
I’m the nightmare in your skull
I’m a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I’m the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.
And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
It gets so lonely being evil
What I’d do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you’re evil
I’m lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need
Probably the funniest thing about this song (besides the ending :D) is hearing hewitt sing the bit about “and i do it all for free” i’m absolutely determined to record that on my phone, but i told him i was going to, so he always stops when i try to sneakily take my phone out (i guess i’m not that sneaky…)
oh hey, and what about sir paul and his b-day? some beatles would be good…
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I’m crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I’m crying, I’m crying.
I’m crying, I’m crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don’t you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I’m crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.
Goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob g’goo.
haha, i love that song. and i can totally sing it too.
59-Ooo I’ve heard that and I think my mom might kow, but I’ll ask her…
I can never think of the right songs to post when I get here…and mine aren’t worth the blog space…
61- HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh. I hate that song.
63- Why?
64- Goodness knows. I just hate it. My sister used to listen to it a lot, too. But I think I was overreacting again. *sigh*
Would it help if you knew it was a parody? The Beatles later revealed that they were making fun of some of Bob Dylan’s more pretentiously obscure lyrics.
Speaking of parodies, has anyone here seen The Rutles? Some of the Monty Python troupe filmed a sendup of the Beatles. I’ve never listened to “I Am the Walrus” in quite the same way since hearing the Rutles’ song “Piggy in the Middle”:
Bible punching heavyweight
Evangelistic boxing kangaroo
Orangutan and anaconda
Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, even Pluto, too
Hey, diddle diddle (whooo!)
The cat and the fiddle (whooo!)
Piggy in the middle (whooo!)
Do a poo poo
It is pretty much a bunch of nonsense strung together, isn’t it?
The “Rutles”? Does that mean anything?
The name comes from Rutland, the smallest county in England. It rhymes with “scuttles.”
Their movie and songs are still around. They’re worth a look and a listen. The parodies and production are so good that sometimes you could easily mistake them for the Beatles.
Naturally, the Rutles have their own Wikipedia article.
I see. Well, hmm. “Major Happy’s Up-and-Coming Once Upon a Good Time Band”? Oh, please. That is so obviously a parody on “Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” that it’s not even funny. Actually, it is rather funny.
I don’t even know how to spell Seargant. Is that right? Or is the one in the title right?
heehee I don’t think either spelling is right I think it’s Seargent but I’m too lazy to look it up
(66 ff.) For years I thought I had dreamed The Rutles because no one else I knew had any idea of what I was talking about.
The song I best remember is “Cheese and Onions,” specifically the part “let me spell it out . . . C-h-e-e-s-[and so on]”
“MuseBlog: Where things you thought you hallucinated turn out to be true.”
Yes, if MBers ever need a new way to torture their siblings, learning and singing “Piggy in the Middle” and “Cheese and Onions” would be an effective option.
72- I’m not the torturing one. I just torture her by refusing to play games, and she plays loud and annoying songs.
It’s Sergeant.
68- Oh fabulous, I love it! Their song titles are just perfect!
o_O random…
“Good Day” by the Dresden Dolls; lyrics copied from their website. And censored by me. Unfortunately, it’s my favourite line in the song I had to censor…
so you dont want to hear about my good song?
and you dont want to hear about how i am getting on
with all the things that i can get done
the sun is in the sky & i am by my lonesome
so you don’t want to hear about my good day?
you have better things to do than to hear me say
god its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i took out the trash today and i’m on fire…
so you don’t want to hear about my good friends?
you dont have the guts to take the truth or consequence
success is in the eye of the beholder
and its looking even better over your cold shoulder
i’m not suggesting you up and line me up for questioning
but jesus think about the bridges you are burning
and i’m betting
that even though you knew it from the start
you’d rather be a [censored] than be an ordinary broken heart
so go ahead and talk about your bad day…
i want all the details of the pain and misery
that you are inflicting on the others
i consider them my sisters and i’d like their numbers
god its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i took up croquet today and i’m on fire
i picked up the pieces of my broken ego
i have finally made my peace as far as you and me go
but i’d love to have you up to see the place
& i’d like to do more than survive i’d like to rub it in your face…..
hey! its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i had so much fun today and i’m on fire
god it’s been a lovely day everything’s been going my way
ever since you went away hey i’m on fire…..
i’m on fire…
i’m on fire…
so you dont want to hear about my good day?
And he sunk her in the lonesome, lonesome water,
And he sunk her in the lonesome sea.
Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Green Willow Tree
And he sunk . . . Oh wait, that doesn’t work. He wouldn’t sink his own ship!
Agh I don’t know half the words anyways and I started in the middle. How about the other version.
Oh there was a ship a-sailing in the North Americee*
And she went by the name of the Green Willow Tree.
Sailing-O the lonesome, lowlands low, so level and so low.
They had not been a-sailing for two weeks or three,
When they were overtaken by the Turkish Revelee.**
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“Oh” cried the captain, “whatever will we do?
The Turkish Revelee will surely cut us all in two.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Up spake the cabin-boy “What will you give to me,
If I sink for you the Turkish Revelee?”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“Oh I will give you gold, and I will give you fee,
And my only daughter your wedded wife to be.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Turkish Revelee.
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
He had a little instrument just fitted for the work,
And he bored nine holes in the bottom of the Turk.
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Some the came with hats, and some they came with caps,
And they tried for to fill those salty water gaps.
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Green Willow Tree.
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“Oh” said the cabin boy “come take me up on board.
And be unto me just as good as your word.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“No” said the captain “I won’t take you up on board.
I won’t be unto you just as good as my word.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
“If it weren’t for my love of your daughter and your men,
I would do unto you as I done unto them.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Out on his back, and away swam he
“Farewell, farewell, to the Green Willow Tree.”
Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.
Charming, no?
*Don’t ask, I don’t know.
**I’m merely repeating what I heard. It’s probably a total Mondagreen, but who cares?
That song (and the ship) is usually called “The Golden Vanity.” I’m sure you’d turn up thousands of Google hits with that title.
78- The version I heard (the second one) was the Green Willow Tree. I later saw it in a book of poetry as “The Golden Vanity”, but still sing it as The Green Willow Tree. I think that maybe the other version (the first one) was called the Golden Willow Tree, but maybe I’m imagining things.
I’ve just done a little Web search. It’s one of the Child ballads (number 286), and there are dozens of versions and titles. You can see several of them listed at http: //thechildballads. com/ .
Francis Child collected it under the name “The Sweet Trinity.” Other names include “The Golden Vanity,” The Golden Victory,” “The Golden Willow Tree,” “The Merry Golden Tree,” “The Sweet Kumadee,” “The Turkish Rebelee,” “The Turkey Shivaree,” and “The Weeping Willow Tree.” The enemies are sometimes Turks, sometimes Spaniards, and sometimes French. Old ballads are fun to sing, but they’re unreliable sources of historical information.
80- In some versions Sir Walter Raleigh is the captain, in some versions the captain keeps his promises (or some of them) in some the boy is saved, in some he dies. It goes on and on.
It would be fun to write a science-fiction version, with spaceships.
82- Ohyeah! Totally. Maybe I will someday. Or maybe it could be an RRR sometime.
Oh there was a ship a-flying o’er the Alpha Centauree*
And she went by the name of the Green Willow Tree.
Flying-O the lonesome, nebulae, so colorful and bright.
They had not been a-flying for two weeks or three,
When they were overtaken by the Martian Revelee.**
Flying-O the lonesome, nebulae, so colorful and bright.
“Oh” cried the captain, “whatever will we do?
The Martian Revelee will surely blow us all in two.”
Flying-O the lonesome, nebulae, so colorful and bright.
Up spake the cabin-boy “What will you give to me,
If I depress’rize the Turkish Revelee?”
Flying-O the lonesome, nebulae, so colorful and bright.
“Oh I will give you gold, and platinum for fee,
And my only daughter your wedded wife to be.”
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
Out in his suit, and away flew he,
And he flew till he came to the Martian Revelee.
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
He had a little instrument, its name not known to me,
And he bored nine holes in the hull o’ Revelee.
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
Some the came with hats, and some they came with caps,
And they tried for to fill those atmospheric gaps.
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
Out in his suit, and away flew he,
And he flew till he came to the Green Willow Tree.
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
“Oh” said the cabin boy “come take me up on board.
And be unto me just as good as your word.”
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
“No” said the captain “I won’t take you up on board.
I won’t be unto you just as good as my word.”
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
“If it weren’t for my love of your daughter and your men,
I would do unto you as I done unto them.”
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
Out in his suit, and away flew he
“Farewell, farewell, to the Green Willow Tree.”
Flying-O the lonesome nebulae, so colorful and bright.
Do you sing other Child ballads? “The False Knight on the Road”? “The Devil’s Nine Questions”? Or just the nautical ones? It’s hard to go wrong with Child. They’re such powerful old songs.
Oh well done, PC! Very nice.
85- Actually, I’ve never heard any of the other Child ballads, unless I didn’t know what they were. The False Knight on the Road sounds awfully familiar though, maybe I read it in a poetry book.
Artist: Stevie Nicks Lyrics
Song: Edge of Seventeen Lyrics
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Whoo… whoo… whoo…
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
And the days go by…
Like a strand in the wind…
In the web that is my own…
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby…
Nothin’ else mattered
He was no more… than a baby then
Well he… seemed broken hearted…
Something within him
But the moment… that I first laid…
Eyes… on… him… all alone…
On the edge of… seventeen
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
ooo baby… ooo… said ooo…
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
I went today… maybe I will go again…
Tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly…
Familiar
And I see you doing…
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet…
And the voice from a choir
And a melody… nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
The clouds… never expect it…
When it rains
But the sea changes colours…
But the sea…
Does not change
And so… with the slow… graceful flow…
Of age
I went forth… with an age old…
Desire… to please
On the edge of… seventeen
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
Well then suddenly…
There was no one… left standing
In the hall… yeah yeah…
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin’ for an answer…
Up the stairs… and down the hall
Not to find an answer…
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird… singing…
Come away… come away…
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo… baby ooo… said ooo
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo… baby ooo… said ooo
Well I hear you in the morning…
And I hear you…
At nightfall…
Sometime to be near you…
Is to be unable… to hear you…
My love…
I’m a few years older than you…
Just like the white winged dove…
Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Ooo baby… ooo… said ooo
63-aww, i love that song. it’s so random
66-ha, the rutles.
good times. i think it was you who first got me to see that actually…you or queenie…
so limewire has given me far too many songs *arrghneedstomakemoney*
and this has nothing to do with music, but i’ve been re-reading all my neil gaiman and like it even more now (if that’s possible)
i know, that was really random.
k, this is the song lyrics thread, i’d feel guilty without any lyrics on here…
Some people call me the space cowboy,yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitus of love.
People talk about me, baby
Say I’m doin’ you wrong, doin’ you wrong
Well, don’t you worry baby
Don’t worry Cause I’m right here, right here, right here,
right here at home
Cause I’m a picker
I’m a grinner
I’m a lover
And I’m a sinner
I play my music in the sun.
I’m a joker
I’m a smoker
I’m a midnight toker
I get my loving on the run Wooo Woooo
You’re the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Wanna shake your tree.
a Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I’ll sure show you a good time
Cause I’m a picker
I’m a grinner
I’m a lover
And I’m a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I’m a joker
I’m a smoker
I’m a midnight toker
I sure don’t want to hurt no one Wooo Wooooo
Wooo Wooo
People keep talking about me baby
They say I’m doin’ you wrong
Well don’t you worry, don’t worry, no don’t worry mama
Cause I’m right here at home
You’re the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches wanna shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I’ll show you a good time
That song is highly amusing to me. I always crack up at it. Sometimes i get the idea that i’m easily amused…but that’s nonsense of course
That song was popular when I was in high school. It may be the most annoying song in the world. Possibly second most annoying.
O.K., so we sang Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen at music camp, and I can’t get the lyrics out of my head. Here it is (or at least mostly the alto part):
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Stuck in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies, and see.
Poor, poor boy.
Because I’m easy come, easy go. Little high, little low.
Ooo, the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me. To me.
Mama…My time has come. Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody. I’ve got to go…Got to leave it all behind and face the truth. Mama…….Oooooo. The wind blows… I don’t want to die. I sometimes wish I’d never been born at aaaaall. OOOOOoooo.
I see a little silouetto of a man; Scara-mouche, Scara-mouche, will you do the fandango. Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me! Galileo! Galileo! Galileo! Galileo figaroooo. Magnifico co co co co!
I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family. Spare him his life from this monstrosity!!
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismilah! No! We will not let you go! Let him go! Bismilah! We will not let you go! Let him go! Bismilah! We will not let you go! Let him go! Will not let you go! Let him go! Will not let you go o o o. No, no, no, no, no, no!
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil set aside for meee, for meee, for me!!!!!!!
(wicked awesome guitar solo)
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Ooooo, baby. Can’t do this to me, baby. Just got to get out. Just got to get right out of here.
Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows…
(Apparently we skipped a verse. Maybe it was too “innappropriate” for middle school music camp. I got this verse from the Lyrics Freak website)
Mama,just killed a man, put a gun against his head,pulled my trigger,now he’s dead.
Mama,life had just begun, but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away. Mama ooo, didn’t mean to make you cry. If I’m not back again this time tomorrow; carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters…
I had the rest of the song from memory!
89-can’t argue, but you have to admit it’s funny :D\
so this is from the musical we’re doing next year, anything goes (haha, look at the PG wodehouse thread
) This is the one us hardcore theater geeks have been singing at each other all summer.
[RENO]
Billy, where’s the old Crocker confidence? You
Think he’s got one tiny fraction of your brains,
your looks, your…your…
At words poetic, I’m so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting ’em off my chest,
To let ’em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I’ll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
But least it’ll tell you
How great you are.
You’re the top!
You’re the Colosseum.
You’re the top!
You’re the Louvre Museum.
You’re a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You’re a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare’s sonnet,
You’re Mickey Mouse.
You’re the Nile,
You’re the Tower of Pisa,
You’re the smile on the Mona Lisa
I’m a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I’m the bottom you’re the top!
[BILLY]
Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I’ll second the motion
And this is what I’m going to add;
You’re the top!
You’re Mahatma Gandhi.
You’re the top!
You’re Napoleon Brandy.
You’re the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You’re the National Gallery
You’re Garbo’s salary,
You’re cellophane.
You’re sublime,
You’re turkey dinner,
You’re the time, the time of a Derby winner
I’m a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
[RENO]
You’re the top!
You’re an arrow collar
You’re the top!
You’re a Coolidge dollar,
You’re the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You’re an O’Neill drama,
[BILLY]
You’re Whistler’s mama,
[RENO]
You’re camembert.
[BILLY]
You’re a rose,
You’re Inferno’s Dante,
[RENO]
You’re the nose
On the great Durante.
I’m just in a way,
As the French would say, “de trop”.
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
[BILLY]
You’re the top!
You’re a dance in Bali.
You’re the top!
You’re a hot tamale.
You’re an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You’re a Boticcelli,
[RENO]
You’re Keats,
[BILLY]
You’re Shelly,
[RENO]
You’re Ovaltine.
[BILLY]
You’re a boom,
You’re the dam at Boulder,
You’re the moon,
Over Mae West’s shoulder,
I’m the nominee of the G.O.P.
[RENO]
Or GOP!
[BILLY]
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
[RENO]
You’re the top!
You’re a Waldorf salad.
You’re the top!
You’re a Berlin ballad.
You’re the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You’re an old Dutch master,
[BILLY]
You’re Lady Astor,
[RENO]
You’re broccoli.
[BILLY]
You’re romance,
You’re the steppes of Russia,
You’re the pants on a Roxy usher,
I’m a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
[BOTH]
But if, baby, I’m the bottom,
You’re the top!
Well, we might as well have the title song (note, this show first played Broadway in 1934):
[RENO]
Times have changed,
And we’ve often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.
Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.
The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo’s,
Anything Goes.
When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they’d rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes.
If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that’s smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.
[RENO, PASSENGERS & CREW]
The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes
[RENO]
If saying your prayers you like,
If green pears you like
If old chairs you like,
If back stairs you like,
If love affairs you like
With young bears you like,
Why nobody will oppose!
[ALL]
And though I’m not a great romancer
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes…
Anything goes!
Better than me
Hinder
I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies that I made you believe
when guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed where your nightgown used to be
Oooo
I told myself I won’t miss you
But I remember, what it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your inocence tastes
And I think you should know
You deserve much better than me
I was looking through your old box of notes
Found those pictures I took
That you were looking for
If there’s one memory I don’t want to lose
That time at the mall
Me and you in the dressing room
I told myself I won’t miss you
But I remember, what it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your inocence tastes
And I think you should know
You deserve much better than me
61-I LOVE that song!!!!!!!
77- I used to know that song!
It’s time, my friends.
Four tres two ono
Listen up yall cuz this is the beat that im bangin is delicious
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
they want ma treasures so they get they pleasures from my photo
you can see me you cant sqweez me i aint easy i aint sleasy i got reasons why i tease em
boys just come and go like seazons
fergalicious
but i aint promiscuous and if you was suspicious
all that
[hey, no profanity! snip. — admin]
is fictitious i blo kisses
that put them boys on rock rock and they be linin down the blog just to watch what i got so delicious
im done *is tipsy*
I wait for You by: Elliot Yamin
O baby I will wait for you
Cuz I don’t know what else I can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
I wait for you
Unwritten by: Natasha Bedingfield
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Noone else, no one else
I luv that song
Artist: The Ark
Song: The Worrying Kind
Moves, I like to make ’em
Grooves, I like to shake ’em
Shake ’em from my troublesome mind
‘Cause sometimes you’ll find
That I’m out of my mind
You see baby, I’m the worrying kind
Words, I’d like to break ’em
Words, I like to shake ’em
Shake ’em from my troublesome mind
And you turn up your nose
It’s a joke you suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind
So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy ol’ stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don’t call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police ’cause they won’t care
I’m just a silly old boy with my head in the can
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When I feel like a fake
When I’m saying to you all be good for goodness sake?
Words, I like to break ’em
Words, I’d like to shake ’em
Shake ’em from my troublesome mind
And why? Heaven knows
It’s a joke I suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind
So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy ol’ stare
And the panic and fear in my eyes
Don’t call for first aid or the fire brigade
Or the local police ’cause they won’t care
I’m just a silly old boy with my head in the can
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
But what sense does it make
When I feel like a fake
When I’m saying to you all be good for goodness sake?
Oh, words, I like to shake ’em
Words, I’d like to break ’em
Shake ’em from my troublesome mind
And why? Heaven knows
It’s a joke I suppose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind
And you turn up your nose
And you say it’s a pose
But baby, I’m the worrying kind
Yeah, sometimes I’m blind
I’m just out of my mind
Baby, I’m the worrying kind
+++
Artist: Queen
Song: Killer Queen
She keeps Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
‘Let them eat cake’ she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can’t decline
Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
Chorus:
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, guillotine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you’re that way inclined
Perfume came naturally from Paris
for cars she couldn’t care less
Fastidious and precise
Chorus
Drop of a hat she’s as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She’s all out to get you
Chorus
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try
+++
Artist: Voltaire
Song: God Thinks
God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm equipment
God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks the white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks
God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re a waste of flesh
God prefers an Atheist
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and use His name for your own protection
God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong
God thinks women deserve it
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment
I hate people who blame the Devil for their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right
And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re an idiot
God prefers a heretic
God God
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own agenda
God is a liberal
God is a democrat
God wants you to vote republican
never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of god
and says it’s absolute truth
its lies and it smells like death
its all in a day’s work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money
if he wanted to start a holy war?
self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own protection
God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown
’cause God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is Everything
+++
Yes, I C&P’ed from teh interwebs because I really would rather not have to type them up muhself.
Oh, you are all in for it as I make up for not posting good songs for 3 weeks. Let’s see… this is probably one of my absolute most favorite songs, though it’s really hard to choose them. It’s brilliant, and even though it’s by a Folkmetal band most of you should like it, it’s mostly folk and not really ‘metal’ at all, besides being awesome…
On the Morning Dew
At the border of the plain where suddenly the forest dies
On the first day of the season
When the moon will shine full in the sky
I will wait for you there bathed by a magic light
I will wait, I will pray for this moment to become aliiivee…
For this night I will see you as an elf clad in leaves
You´re going to see myself the fairy of your secret dreams
Even if all this belongs to worlds of fantasy
For this time, only this night everything is fair, belongs to me
One night fantasy…
Live my every breath, my every touch, my every single sigh
Seizing hold of every glance
As the day´s passing by begins a wonderful sight,
Dancing on the moment dew, the dawn has come only for you
I look up at the sky for the stars to be my guii-iide..
[instrumentals]
At the border of the plain where suddenly the forest dies
On the first day of the season,
When the moon will shine full in the sky
I waited for you there bathed by a magic light
I have waited, I have prayed and this moment has become alive
one night fantasy…
Live my every breath, my every touch, my every single sighs
Seizing hold of every glance
As the day´s passing by, begins a wonderful sight…
Dancing on the moment dew, the dawn has come, only for you
I look up at the sky for the stars to be my gui-iide
To be my guide,
to be my guide…
♥ Elvenking
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I’m the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I’m walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What’s ****ed up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs
To know I’m still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a…
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I’m the only one and I walk a…
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Until then I walk alone…
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you’ve had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold/These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you’ve lost yourself completely
Could be the night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to decieving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold/Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
When everything is wrong
We move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
When everything is wrong we move along
Along, along, along
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
When all you’ve gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone,
Move along, move along just to make it through
Go on, go on, go on, go on
Right back what is wrong
We move along
Swallowtail
“Brimstone eyes she hath,
Black in colour, lookin’ sad
The hair like straw, her skin so raw…
A debauchery decadent”
Grandmother used to tell
“beware, do not go near the hut – I say!”
It was believed to be the home of a witch
– a house left in decay
They speakest alright
‘Cause I went one night
And saw the old house
Ivy all around
Suddenly I was bound
And fell in darkness
They speakest alright
‘Cause I went one night
And saw the old house
Ivy all around
Suddenly I was bound
And fell in daarkness…
People brave enough went
And faced the things they said
They never came back, neither to be,
Sorry for their misbelieve
Only pieces of their bodies hanging up
On the strangest trees they found
Forming shapes that may have linked
To whom the parts belonged in a whole lifetime
They speakest alright
‘Cause I went one night
And saw the old house
Ivy all around
Suddenly I was bound
And fell in darkness
In her arms you’ll crackle like fire
In the night you’ll see her Swallowtail
When she’s near you’ll hear hell’s choirs
Run fast as you can, right in the arms of the unknown
In her arms you’ll crackle like fire
In the night you’ll see her Swallowtail
When she’s near you’ll hear hell’s choirs
Run fast as you can, right in the arms of the unknooooooowwn…
oh, oooohohhh…
Swallowtail Swallowtail
They told me that your evil would prevail on me,
But now I know you are not what they say
Swallowtail Swallowtail
Your beauty comes like sunshine after rain, so warm,
An unexpected spark to wash away the dark
She was supposed to be so old, deceitful,
Not deceivable
Death she’d exhale from the never
Ending rings hanging on her nose
They speakest no right
‘Cause I went one night
And saw the old house
Butterflies around
Suddenly I was bound
And fell in beauty
In her arms you’ll crackle like fire
In the night you’ll see her Swallowtail
When she’s near you’ll hear hell’s choirs
Run fast as you can, right in the arms of the unknown
All the things they told me – liars!
All because she is too beautiful
I know I won’t go back ’cause
At the end I’ll be a butterfly
Swallowtail Swallowtail
They told me that your evil would prevail on me,
But now I know you are not what they say
Swallowtail, Swallowtail
Your beauty comes like sunshine after rain, so warm,
An unexpected spark to wash away the dark…
The Flaming Lips
Fight Test Lyrics
I thought I was smart, I thought I was right
I thought it better not to fight
I thought there was a virtue in always being cool
So it came time to fight, I thought I’ll just step aside
And that the time would prove you wrong
And that you would be the fool
I don’t know where the sunbeams end and that the starlights begin
It’s all a mystery
Oh, to fight is to defend
If it’s not now then tell me when would be the time
That you would stand up and be a man
For to lose I could accept
But to surrender I just wept
And regretted this moment, oh that I, I was the fool
I don’t know where the sunbeams end and that the starlights begin
It’s all a mystery
And I don’t know how a man decides what’s right for his own life
It’s all a mystery
‘Cause I’m a man, not a boy
And there are things you can’t avoid
You have to face them when you’re not prepared to face them
If I could, I would, but you’re with him
I’d do no good
I should have fought him but instead I let him, I let him take you
I don’t know where the sunbeams end and that the starlights begin
It’s all a mystery
And I don’t know how a man decides what’s right for his own life
It’s all a mystery
(one of my fav. songs…)
Big Girls Don’t Cry
Fergie
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You’re probably on your flight back to your hometown
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and center, clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know
I hope you know
That this is nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
blah blah blah enough to do
and I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
The path that I’m walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I’m full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don’t always have a happy ending, do they
And I forsee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know
I hope you know
That this is nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
blah blah blah enough to do
and I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
Like a little school mate in a school yard
We’ll play jacks and uno cards
I’ll be your best friend
And you’ll be my, valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
Cuz I want to hold yours too
We’ll be playmates and lovers
and share our secret worlds
But it’s time for me to go home
It’s getting late
It’s dark outside
I need to be with myself and center
Clarity, peace, serenity and
I hope you know
I hope you know
That this is nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
blah blah blah enough to do
and I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
They had to come eventually… The “Face Down” lyrics… Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I’ll never understand why you hang around
I see what’s going down.
Cover up with make up in the mirror
tell yourself it’s never gonna happen again
you cry alone and then he swears he loves you.
Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I’ll tell you my friend, one day this world’s going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect
every action in this world will bear a consequence
If you wade around forever you will surely drown
I see what’s going down.
I see the way you go and say your right again,
say your right again
heed my lecture
Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I’ll tell you my friend, one day this world’s going to end
as your lies crumble down a new life she has found.
One day she will tell you that she has had enough
its coming round again.
(repeat)
Do you feel like a man,
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I’ll tell you my friend, one day this world’s going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn’t hurt she says I finally had enough..
(repeat)
THE CLASH LYRICS
“London Calling”
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing
‘Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
[Chorus 1:]
The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
London calling, and I don’t wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain’t got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
[Chorus 2: x2]
The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river
Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An’ you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won’t you give me a smile?
London calling
I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike
Johny Cash
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
CHORUS:
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild
CHORUS
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
You will probably hate me for posting this song, becuase it is sung by someone from Disney Channel (which needs some new writers and actors, no offese intended), but here is goes.
Da Da-n da da, da da da da
Da Da-n da da
oh oh oh ya
It takes a girl to understand
just how to win
she knows, she can
I think its clear, who wears the pants
what boy could stand a chance?
She makes it look easy
in control completely
she’ll get the best of you, every single time
(stop right now, you realize you should)
Never underestimate a girl
gets anything she wants
she’s never gonna stop (you know it, we know it)
Never underestimate a girl
she’s always got a plan
the world is in her hayayayands
Da da-n da da, da da da da
Da da-n da da
She got the lipstick, puts it together
Boys have it good, but girls got it better
Your secretary might end up your boss
whether you, really like, it or no-ot
she makes it look easy
in control completely
she’ll get the best of you, every single time
(thats right,no no no you should)
Never underestimate a girl
gets anything she wants
she’s never gonna stop(you know it, we know it)
Never underestimate a girl
she’s always got a plan
the world is in her hayayayands
She might be president, make all the rules
dont try to win the game your only gonna lose
now girls you we got it, got it goin on
we’ve been trying to tell them all along
(listen up guys take a little sound advice oh)
That’s right
Hey, come on now
Da da-n da da, da da da da (oh oh oh oh)
Da da-n da da
(Oh no you should never)
Never underestimate a girl
gets anything she wants
she’s never gonna stop(you know it, we know it)
Never underestimate a girl (hey)
she’s always got a plan
the world is in her hayayayands(oh)
Never underestimate a girl
gets anything she wants
she’s never gonna stop (you know it, we know it)
Never underestimate a girl
she’s always got a plan
the world is in her hayayayands
I like the song, but it is kind of sexist. Only a little, but it has a good beat, and it’s just fun to dance around to. But I also like it that it makes a point saying girl are also strong and everything because there are still a bunch of people thinking woman are’nt as good (which makes me furious).
108- cool song I like how it points out that girls are better than guys, even if it isn’t always true. I mean isn’t there about an even amount of amazing men and women?
I feel a lot like this song sometimes. I can really connect to it.
Shroud
I had to leeave the house of fashion
Go forth naked from its doors
Cause women should be allies
not competitors
And I had to leeave the house of god
Cause’ the cross replaced the wheel
And the goddesses were out in the garden
With the plants that nourish and heal
I had to leeave the house of privilege
Spend christmas homeless and feeling bad
To learn that privilege is a headache
That you don’t know that you don’t have
And I had to leeave the house of television
To start noticing the clouds
At’s amazing the stuff you see
when you finally shed that shroud
I had to leeave the house of conformity
In order to make art
I had to be more or less true
To learn to tell the two apart
And I had to leave the house of fear
Just about as soon as i could crawl
Ignore my face on the wanted posters
Stuck to the post office wall
I had to leave the house of self-importance
To doodle my first tattoo
Realize a tattoo is no more permanent
Than i am, and who
Ever said that life is suffering
I think they had their finger on the pulse of joy
Ain’t the power of transcendence
The greatest one we can employ
– Ani DiFranco
Hi, I haven’t been on in months, sooo sorry!
Yay someone put the lyrics to Boulevard of Broken Dreams!
So is this just a page where people put song lyrics, or can you talk about music in general too? I guess since the board’s name is “song lyrics” that’s what it’d be.
Hello, My Mother is elderly and has become very nostalgic about her childhood recently remembering a part to a nonsense poem or gibberish. It goes something like this Rumstucka flummdiddle , (somethin somethin) Kitty, (somethin somthin) boot jack. Help! If you can lend some suggestions! Thanks Terry
111- Well, there’s a “Music” thread on the main page, so that’s where more people are dscussing music at the moment. This is mostly posting random songs…
hey! guess this tune! (it’s not complete or the song would be given away)
You can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a lady’s; no time to talk.
Music loud, and women warm, I’ve been kicked around since I was born.
It’s alright. It’s OK. You may look the other way. Now we try to understand the the New York Times’ effect on man.
Whether your a brother or whether your a mother…
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there, that’s all I can give.
114- Stayin’ Alive, right?
yup!
White and Nerdy
They see me mowin’
My front lawn
I know they’re all thinking
I’m so White N’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Can’t you see I’m white n’ nerdy
Look at me I’m white n’ nerdy!
I wanna roll with
The gangsters
But so far they all think
I’m too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Really, really white n’ nerdy
First in my class here at M.I.T.
Got skills, I’m a Champion of DND
MC Escher that’s my favorite MC
Keep your 40
I’ll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never spin to the contrary
You’ll find they’re quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Steven Hawkings in my library
My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
I got people begging for my top 8 spaces
Yo I know Pi to a thousand places
Ain’t got no grills but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I’m a whiz at minesweeper I can play for days
Once you see my sweet moves you’re gonna stay amazed,
my fingers movin’ so fast I’ll set the place ablaze
There’s no killer app I haven’t run
At Pascal, well, I’m number 1
Do vector calculus just for fun
I ain’t got a gat but I gotta soldering gun
Happy days is my favourite theme song
I can sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I’ll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I’m fluent in Java Script as well as Klingon
They see me roll on, my Segway!
I know in my heart they think I’m
white n’ nerdy!
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Can’t you see I’m white n’ nerdy
Look at me I’m white n’ nerdy
I’d like to roll with-
The gangsters
Although it’s apparent I’m too
White n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
I’m just too white n’ nerdy
How’d I get so white n’ nerdy?
I’ve been browsing, inspectin’
X-men comics you know I collect ’em
The pens in my pocket
I must protect ’em
my ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shopping online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized Holy Grail really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business doing websites
When my friends need some code who do they call?
I do HTML for them all
Even made a homepage for my dog!
Yo! Got myself a fanny pack
they were having a sale down at the GAP
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
POP POP! Hope no one sees me gettin’ freaky!
I’m nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream
I was in AV club and Glee club and even the chess team!
Only question I ever thought was hard
Was do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
I spend every weekend
at the renaissance fair
I got my name on my under wear!
They see me strollin’
They laughin’
And rollin’ their eyes ’cause
I’m so white n’ nerdy
Just because I’m white n’ nerdy
Just because I’m white n’ nerdy
All because I’m white n’ nerdy
Holy cow I’m white n’ nerdy
I wanna bowl with
the gangsters
but oh well it’s obvious I’m
white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Think I’m just too white n’ nerdy
I’m just too white n’ nerdy
Look at me I’m white n’ nerdy
I’m a stitch away
From making it
And a scar away
From falling apart
Apart
Blood cells pixelate
And eyes dilate
And the full moon pills’ got me out on the street
At night
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Put Love on hold
Young Hollywood
Is on the other line
Her nose runs ruby-red
Deaths in a double bed
Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
I’m a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart
Apart
Blood cells pixelate
And eyes dilate
Kiss away on thrills and kills on the mouths of all
My friends
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
The AWESOME eBay song, by WEIRD AL YANKOVIC!!
Yeah
A used pink bathrobe
A rare mint snowglobe
A Smurf TV tray
I bought on eBay
My house is filled with this crap
Shows up in bubble wrap
Most every day
What I bought on eBay
Tell me why I need another pet rock
Tell me why I got that Alf alarm clock
Tell me why I bid on Shatner’s old toupee
They had it on eBay
I’ll buy your knick-knack
Just check my feedback
“A++!” they all say
They love me on eBay
Gonna buy a slightly damaged golf bag
Gonna buy some Beanie Babies, new with tag
From some guy I’ve never met in Norway
Found him on eBay
I am the type who is liable to snipe you
With two seconds left to go, whoa
Got Paypal or Visa, what ever’ll please ya
As long as I’ve got the dough
I’ll buy your tchotchkes
Sell me your watch, please
I’ll buy (I’ll buy, I’ll buy, I’ll buy …)
I’m highest bidder now
Junk keeps arriving in the mail
From that worldwide garage sale
Hey a dukes of hazard ashtray
Oh yeah … bought it on eBay
Wanna buy (a PacMan Fever lunchbox)
Wanna buy (a case of vintage tube socks)
Wanna buy (a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre)
Found it on eBay
Wanna buy that Farrah Fawcet poster
Pez dispensers and a toaster
Don’t know why … the kind of stuff you’d throw away
I’ll buy on eBay
What I bought on eBay
I assume I’m not going to offend any Amish with this, since they are anti-technology.
Amish Paradise
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
But that’s just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I’m milkin’ cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows… fool
And I’ve been milkin’ and plowin’ so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I’m a man of the land, I’m into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1699
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I’ve churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It’s hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise
A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek
I really don’t care, in fact I wish him well
‘Cause I’ll be laughing my head off when he’s burning in hell
But I ain’t never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a ‘tude? You know that’s unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree, I really look good in black…fool
If you come to visit, you’ll be bored to tears
We haven’t even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain’t really quaint, so please don’t point and stare
We’re just technologically impaired
There’s no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Crusoe
It’s as primitive as can be
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We’re just plain and simple guys
Living in an Amish paradise
There’s no time for sin and vice
Living in an Amish paradise
We don’t fight, we all play nice
Living in an Amish paradise
Hitchin’ up the buggy, churnin’ lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I’ll raise anoder
Think you’re really righteous? Think you’re pure in heart?
Well, I know I’m a million times as humble as thou art
I’m the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin’ points for the afterlife
So don’t be vain and don’t be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We’re all crazy Mennonites
Living in an Amish paradise
There’s no cops or traffic lights
Living in an Amish paradise
But you’d probably think it bites
Living in an Amish paradise
(Yeah.)
By the way, in case you guys didn’t know, the lyrics in italics are from the Gilligan’s Island theme song.
Zombie
(singer has slight Irish accent)
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly take-en…
And the violence, caused such silence,
Who are we mi-stakeen?
But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my, fam-i-ly
In your he-ad, in your head they are fightiiiin’
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns,
In your he-ad, in your head, they are crying…
In your heee-ead, in your he-e-ead,
Zo-ombie, zo-ombie, zo-ombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zo-ombie, zo-ombie, zo-ombie?
He-ey, he-ey, he-ey, he-ey, oh,
dou, dou, dou, dou, dou… (x4)
…
Another mother’s breakin’,
Heart is take-in over…
When the vi’lence causes silence,
We must be mi-staken.
It’s the same old theme, since nine,teen-sixteen.
In your he-ad, in your head they’re still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your he-ad, in your head, they are dyyyyy-ing…
In your head, in your head,
Zo-ombie, zo-ombie, zo-ombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zo-ombie, zo-ombie, zo-ombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oooh, ya, ya-ahhhhhhh…
*guitars&drums for a while*
– The Cranberries
120-that’s a great one
i’ve been becoming slightly obsessed with rush, so here’s my fav (well, for right now at least…stick around for ten minutes and it’ll probably change again…)
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can’t pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
All the worlds indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each anothers audience
Outside the gilded cage
Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?
You knowI gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand
So why your love went away
I just can’t seem to understand
Thought it was me and you baby
Me and you until the end
But I guess I was wrong
Don’t want to think about it,
Don’t want to talk about it
I’m Just so sick about
Can’t believe it’s ending this way
Just so confused about it
End up lose about it
Just can’t do without you
Now tell me is this fair?
This is the way it’s really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Shoulda known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It’s breaking my heart to watch you run around
Cuz I know that your livin’ a lie
That’s OK baby cuz in time you will find
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed
You siad that you were movin’ on now, on now,
and maybe I should do the same
Funny thing about that is
I was ready to give you my name
Thought it was me and you baby, baby
And now it’s all just a shame
I guess I was wrong
Don’t want to think about it,
Don’t want to talk about it
I’m Just so sick about
Can’t believe it’s ending this way
Just so confused about it
End up lose about it
Just can’t do without you
Now tell me is this fair?
This is the way it’s really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Shoulda known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It’s breaking my heart to watch you run around
Cuz I know that your livin’ a lie
That’s OK baby cuz in time you will find
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
Don’t want to think about it,
Don’t want to talk about it
I’m Just so sick about
Can’t believe it’s ending this way
Just so confused about it
End up lose about it
Just can’t do without you
Now tell me is this fair?
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
What goes around
goes around
goes around
goes around
and back around
Penny Dreadful by Elvenking
Forgive me if I’m out of order –
This new ‘music’ has no soul
It may be good for making money,
Sadly that is not my goal
Integrity and honesty are words that you don’t understand,
but you’re the best – it says so in the penny dreadful in your hand
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
they couldn’t be more wrong
If we’d played this riff more punk
Then maybe we’d have had a million seller
But this piper’s tune is not for sale,
I’m glad to say I’m not that kind of fella
D.J.s, V.J.s, pimps and trollops,
Never mind music – this is bollocks
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
They couldn’t be more wrong.
Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out
Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out
Stand your ground behind the times –
And refuse to follow fashion
Write your poetry with anger,
And then sing it with a passion
Painted faces in a circus – images that spring to mind,
When I read my penny dreadful filled with pictures of your kind
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
They couldn’t be more wrong
Commercial suicide’s appealing after
Ten years on this losing streak
‘Cause I’d rather be called sour and bitter
Than be deemed the flavour of the weak
Of the weak, of the weak
Weak of the weak
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
They couldn’t be more wrong
Extra, extra, read all about it!
I saw you in a magazine,
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream –
They couldn’t be more wrong
Wow, I think that I prefer not knowing the lyrics. The music’s better, believe you me. Of course, some people know that already.
Sail On by Masterplan
You cannot see it coming
Always without a warning
You need to hold on tighter
Find a brand new start
High on the wire
They taunted you like Messiah
Time for a change
Before your life just falls apart
How could you find a way
From deep within your heart
Reach out and gaze the star
Let the vision fly
We always have to sail on
Out of shadows to the light beyond
Never shut your weary eyes
But always try to see the line
Can you see it in your mind
Wearing the mask for so long
The clown must believe to hold on
Throw down your fears and guide the strength which lies within
We always have to sail on
Out of shadows to the light beyond
Never shut your weary eyes
But always try to see the line
Can you see it in your mind
Can you see it in your mind
New rising sun will shine forever
All your power strong as steel
Turn the page and seek no saviour
Break free and see
The line through the wheel
We always have to sail on
Out of shadows to the light beyond
Never shut your weary eyes
But always try to see the line
We always have to sail on
Out of shadows to the light beyond
Never shut your weary eyes
But always try to see the line
Can you see it in your mind
Can you see it in your mind
Can you see the line
See the line through the wheel
Can you see the line
Spirit Never Die by Masterplan
There was a place – a little town
Where we used to play and laugh around
We went too far – reaching for that star
And the light moved away from me
And the spirit never died – the world belongs to me
This is when I’ve been given time to live and see
I’ll never give up – never give in
Won’t stop believing cause I’m gonna win
Sing with my soul before I get old
Cause there may be no tomorrow
There is no limit to what can be done
Climbing the mountain with power so strong
Dusty roads – down the way
Leaving the future behind me
I got a fast car – like a rock star
Come and join the ride with me
Take a spin downtown
Check out who’s around
I ‘ll show you where you wanna be
And the spirit never dies- let the music take you higher
I know what it means to burn
That’s how I began to learn
So never give up never give in
Rise from the fire if you’re gonna win
Sing with your soul – soon you’ll be old
Fight the demons inside you
There is no limit to what can be done
Climb every mountain with power so strong
Dusty roads on the way – leaving the past behind you
I’ve seen love in vain
I have felt the pain
Torn in desire
Lead by the fire
And as I lived it all the world became to small
And my colors grew colder
The spirit takes me higher
Never give up – never give in
Won’t stop believing cause I’m gonna win
Sing with my soul before I get old
What if there’s no tomorrow
There is no limit to what can be done
Climbing the mountain with power so strong
Dusty roads – down the way
Leaving the memories behind me
Rats Are Following by Elvenking
Find out some poetry…
The topic must be: Love and happiness
So easy to write, so easy to spell
Find out a melody…
That your brain won´t forget
So come out and play, don´t be upsed
[Bridge:]
The roads in the night, plagued by desolation
Are waiting for you…
So sing us your song!
They dance!
[Chorus:]
The rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Find out a remedy…
To their uncoditioned way of bothering
So harmless for you, so deadly to them
The lowelest symphony…
A joke to your hears will fly like a vulture
And will show them their worst side
[Bridge:]
The roads in the night, plagued by desolation
Are waiting for you…
Delight us with your song!
They dance!
[Chorus:]
The rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Like a storm from the sky is falling
We want to hear this sweet warm melody
With havoc, rapture, crawling
We will embrace its every single note
There the vulture, dying, falling
We´d like to hear (it) but this is just the end
[Chorus:]
The rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
Rats are following
Follow the melody
It must be quiet and simple or you´ll overload their heads
I’ve preferred the music to the lyrics on all of these. I guess that I just don’t like metal lyrics.
The Wanderer by Elvenking
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon
I play with stars around me
The elvendom is now calling out my name
My fairy and I are wandering through times
And stories forgotten, some old fairytales
Of wizards of Oz, of lost keys and gardens
Hiding secret doors that lead to a dream
For those who believe there’s always a door to get in
chorus:
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be – The wanderer
I’m hearing scratches at my door
Somebody wants me again
Some little creatures will be my fellows
My demon and I are playing some
wicked games I should not play, not fair to be played
Don’t tell anyone the place where I’m going
’cause they won’t believe – This time I don’t know
If I’ll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home
chorus:
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I’ve always been
I am leaving again – one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be – The wanderer
124- Yeah, the lyrics and the music together sounds better than just the lyrics. They write the music first, too, then write lyrics to go with.
Interesting way of doing things. That means that they have to make it scan.
VERUCA: I want one! I want a golden goose!
Gooses,
Geeses,
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for Easter
MR. SALT:
It will, sweetheart.
VERUCA:
At least a hundred a day
MR. SALT:
Anything you say
VERUCA:
And by the way . . .
MR. SALT: What.
VERUCA:
I want a feast
MR. SALT: You ate before you came to the factory.
VERUCA:
I want a bean feast
MR. SALT: Huh, one of those.
VERUCA:
Cream buns and donuts and fruitcake with no nuts
so good you could go nuts
MR. SALT: You can have all those things when you get home.
VERUCA: No, now!
I want a ball
I want a party
Pink macaroons and a million balloons
And performing baboons and–
Give it to me
MR. SALT: Later.
VERUCA: Now!
I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it all up in pocket
It’s my bar of chocolate
Give it to me now
I want today
I want tomorrow
I want to wear ’em like braids in my hair
And I don’t want to share ’em
I want a party with roomfuls of laughters
Ten thousand tons of ice cream
And if I don’t get the things I am after
I’m going to scream
I want the works
I want the whole works
Presents and prizes and sweets and surprises
Of all shapes and sizes
Don’t care how
I want it now
Don’t care how
I want it nooooooooooooooooooow
Nasty kid, fun song.
You think I’m an ingnorant savage
And you’ve been so many places
I guess it must be so
But stil I cannot see, if the savage one is me
How can there be so many thing that you dont know
You dont know………
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people that are people
Are the people that look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to eachother
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, you’ll never know….
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you’ll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
wow, sorry about that, its all mushed together….
Ok sorry about all these posts in a row, I will stop after this, but here is one of my favorite songs!!!
Christine: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name
And do I dream again? For now I find……
The Phaaaaaaantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind
Phantom:
Sing once again with me, our strange duet
My power over you, grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me, to glance behind
The Phaaaaaaantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind
Christine:
Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear
Phantom:
I am the mask you wear, its me they hear
Together:
Your (My) spirit and Your (my) voice, in one combined
The phaaaaaantom of the opera is there
Inside your (my) mind
He’s there the Phantom of the opera
Beware the Phantom of the opera
Phantom:
In all your fantasies, you always knew
That man and mystery, were both in you
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind
The Phaaaaaantom of the opera is there (here)
Inside your (my) mind
Phantom: (spoken)
Sing my angel of music!!!
Christine:
He’s there, the phantom of the opera
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
Phantom: (spoken)
Sing my angel, sing!!!
christine:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh
Phantom: (spoken)
Sing for me!!!
Christine:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh
Phantom: (spoken)
Sing, my angel of music!!!
Christine: (her highest not)
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh
“Yoda”
A parody of “lola”
I met him in a swamp down in dagoba
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S-O-D-A, soda
I saw the little runt sitting there on a log
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said yoda
Y-O-D-A, yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Well, I’ve been around, but I aint never seen
A guy who looks like a Muppet, but he’s wrinkled and green
Oh, my yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Well, I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand
How he can lift me in the air just by raising his hand
Oh, my yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Well, I left home just a week before
And I’ve never ever been a Jedi before
But Obi-Wan, he set me straight, of course
He said, go to Yoda and he’ll show you the Force
Well I’m not the kind that would argue with Ben
So it looks like I’m gonna start all over again
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
So I used the Force
I picked up a box
I lifted some rocks
While I stood on my head
Well, I won’t forget what Yoda said
He said, Luke, stay away from the darker side
And if you start to go astray, let the Force be your guide
Oh, my yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
I know Darth Vader’s really got you annoyed
But remember, if you kill him, then you’ll be unemployed
Oh, my yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Well, I heard my friends really got in a mess
So I’m gonna have to leave Yoda, I guess
But I know that I’ll be coming back some day
I’ll be playing this part till I’m old and gray
The long-term contract that I had to sign
Says I’ll be making these movies till the end of time
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda yo-yo-yo-yo yoda
Can we stop the weird al? Please? It’s really annoying. And now you’ve got it stuck in my head. *turns on metal*
I’m carrying the world on my shoulders/the load is heavy and it’s time for an awakening/The road is long I’ve been told but I think it’s short/
Does anyone know what that’s from? They may not, but oh well. If people give up I’ll reveal. Once again, it’s better with the music.
133- Let me guess
Hmm… gues where this is from:
It’s a long, long road
It’s a big, big world
We are wise, wise women
We are giggling girls
We both cary a smile
To show when we are pleased
Both cary a switchblade
In our sleeves
I’m guessing either FS or e~a will know.
Façade
From the musical Dr. Jeckel & Mr. Hyde
ENSEMBLE:
There’s a face that we wear
In the cold light of day –
It’s society’s mask,
It’s society’s way,
And the truth iiis
That it’s all a façaade!
There’s a face that we hide
Till the nighttime appears,
And what’s hiding inside,
Behind all of our fears,
Is our true self,
Locked inside the façaade!
Evvvery daaaay
People, in their ooown sweeeet waaay,
Like to add a coat of paint,
And be what they (what they) ain’t!
That’s how our little –
Gaaame is plaaayed,
Livin’ like a maaasqueraaade
Actin’ a bizaarre chaarade –
While playing the saaaaint!
But there’s one thing I know,
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we’ve got
Has got no ready cure!
And I’m certaain
Life is terribly haaard –
When your life’s a façade!
Look around you,
I have found
You cannot tell, by lookin’ at the surface,
What is lurkin’ there beneath iiit!
See that face!
Now, I’m prepared to bet you,
What you see’s not what you get –
‘Cause man’s a master of deceit !
So, what is the sinister secret?
The lie he will tell you is true? –
It’s that each man you meet
In the street
Isn’t one man, but two!
Nearly everyone you see –
Like him an’ her,
An’ you, an’ me –
Pretends to be
A pillar of society –
A model for propriety –
Sobriety
An’ piety –
Who shudders at the thought
Of notoriety!
The ladies an’ gents ‘ere before you –
Which none of ’em ever admits! –
May ‘ave saintly looks –
But they’re sinners an’ crooks!
Hypocriiiites!
Hypocriiiiiiiiites!
There are preachers who kill,
There are killers who preach!
There are teachers who lie,
There are liars who teach!
Take yer pick, dear –
“Cause it’s all a façade!
If we’re not one, but two,
Are we evil or good?
Do we walk the fine line –
That we’d cross if we could?
Are we waiting –
To break through the façade?
Ooone or twoooo
Might look kinda well-to-dooo –
Hah! They’re bad as me an’ yooou,
Right down they’re boots!
I’m inclined to think –
Haaalf maaankiiind
Thinks the other haaalf is bliiind!
Wouldn’t be surprise to find –
They’re all in cahooooots!
At the end of the day,
They don’t mean what they say,
They don’t say what they mean,
They don’t ever come clean –
And their answer –
Is it’s all a façade!
Is it’s all a façade!
Man is not one, but two,
He is evil and good,
An’ he walks the fine line
We’d all cross if we could!
It’s a nightmare –
We can never discard –
So we stay on our guard –
Though we love the façade –
What’s behind the façade?
Look behind…
the façade…
134: Don’t recognize it.
136- “If He Tries Anything” by Ani DiFranco. It’s at the begining of “Someplace to Be Flying,” which is why I thought e~a might know it.
this is rather random, but a while back one of my first cousin once removed accused my grandperents and immidiate family of being japanese spies because we knew a second verse to my country tis of thee.
137: I don’t know every song of hers by memory. I’m still exploring her back catalogue. So far I have assimilated Imperfectly, Not A Pretty Girl, Reprieve and Living in Clip. Am working on Ani DiFranco, Not So Soft, Little Plastic Castle, and Dilate.
ARG!!! I cant find the lyrics to my favorite David Bowie song Space Oddity. I will post Let It Be by the Beatles instead:
Shen I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is
standing riht in front of me
speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be….let it be, ah let it be, let it be
whisper words of wisdom, let it be
and when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree
there will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted
there is still a chance that they will see
there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be……..let it be, ah let it be, let it be
Yeah there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be…….let it be, ah let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be (oooh ah)
Instrumental
And when the night is cloudy
there is still a light that shines on me
shine until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be ……….let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be—————
I love that song…
Alice, what Cds or whatever do you have of folksongs like the one you posted earlier in post 45? Because I really like that and I would like to know the names if possible so I can get some.
141- That was “Seal Maiden: A Celtic Musical” by Karan Casey.
There may be a few more like that, though. I’d have to do a bit of searching.
That’s the only one I know distinctly like that, but some other good similar albums/artists (in that they are Scottish/Irish) are Celtic Love Songs, 4&9 by the Bridies, Casey Niel (sp?), Voices of Celtic Women: There Was a Lady, A Collection of Irish Ballads: Songs From the Heart, and a good many others that I haven’t time to list right now.
144- I actually have The Seal Maiden, we used it for a ballet recital once. I love that music, its gorgeous. I also love celtic woman. Thanks!!!!!!!
145- Seriously? That’s cool! We like the same kind of music!
That was a lovely song. I’ll have to look for those cds/artists when I go to the library, though they don’t often have things I’m looking for.
librarys always have sucky music
This is a 12 minute epic called High Water Mark, by Iced Earth. It’s about the battle of Gettysburg. The song is fantastic, long, but worth every bloody minute.
High Water Mark
[July 3rd, 1863]
[1. Cannonade/Intro]
[Instrumental]
[2. The Burden of Command]
[Lee:]
“It Was Very Close Yesterday
I Thought For Sure They Would Break
But This Attack That I Have Planned
A Massive Strike Across Open Land
In The Center They Will Break (Will They Break?)
But Plan It Well, Everything’s At Stake
We’ll Hit ‘Em Hard, Not A Silent Gun
Before The Infantry’s Begun”
“Execute It Well, We Risk Everything”
“It’s In God’s Hands Now
[Longstreet:]
“General Lee I Must Tell You Straight
I Believe This Attack Will Fail
No 15,000 Men Ever Made
Will Overtake That Ridge Today
A Mile Charge Over Open Ground
With Yankee Cannon Gunnin’ Us Down”
[Lee:]
“We Do Our Duty, We Do What We Must
And In My Plan You Will Trust”
(Thousands Die, On This Day)
“Execute It Well, We Risk Everything”
“It’s In God’s Hands Now”
[3. The Last Full Measure]
The Rebel Cannon Break The Silence
150 Guns Make Up Their Cannonade
They Must Destroy The Union Center
Before The Infantry Can Launch Their Grand Assault
The Yankees Are Returning Fire
(The Earth Shakes Violently)
In Washington D.C. Lincoln Feels The Earth Shake
What Happens Here This Day
The Fate Of This Nation
In The Balance It Will Hang
Consumed With The Pain
The Courage Of The Blue
The Valor Of The Grey
So Very Sad But True
Consumed With The Pain
The Virginians Are The Chosen
In Wait Behind The Trees On Seminary Ridge
Longstreet’s Slow To Give The Order
The Lines Emerge, A Mile, 15,000 Men
The Charge Begins In All It’s Grandeur
(To The Copse Of Trees)
For Many Of These Men They Know It Is Their Last
The Slaughter Now Ensues
Bodies Fall Like Rain
They Valiantly Pursue
Yet Doomed To Remain
At The Double Quick They Charge
The Canister Rips Through Them
To The Mouth Of hell They March
Glory, The Only Gain
[4. Charge!!]
[Armistead:]
“We’re Almost There My Boys
I’ve Never Served With Finer
We Must Push Forward Boys
And Bayonet The Yankee Tyrants
To The Copse Of Trees We Charge
To Crush The Union Center
And When They Turn And Run
An Open Road Leads Us To Freedom”
[5. The Melee]
[Lee:]
“It’s Over Now We Are Retreating
I Never Thought That We’d Be Beaten
All This Blood Is On My Hands
The Thousands Dead Due To My Plan
I Am Responsible, All Of It Is My Fault
I Thought Us Invincible
Is This God’s Will After All?
I Look Across This Blood Soaked Land
All This Blood Is On My Hands
God Forgive Me, Please Forgive Me
It’s All My Fault, The Blood Is On My Hands”
“Dance Me to the End of Love” by Leonard Cohen. It’s amazingly sultry to the point where it smolders. Lyrics C&P’ed from online somewhere.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
太陽ã®ä¸‹â†’Taiyou no Shita (Beneath the Sun) by Remioromen
The faint sun sets, and the shining stars are the suns gift
But beyond the vague horizon
People are carrying on
Falling in love, shedding tears
Putting on some music, I dance on the ground
When you smiled, and opened your heart
I grew to love you
Once, beneath the sun
When I wake up from my deep sleep
I want to live my life a little bit more honestly
I want to see you
Sometimes we absolutely can’t stand these days that continue along
A far-away landmark
I’m squinting and looking up at it a little too much
Being in a hurry, being left behind
When the morning comes, I’ll wake up from my dream
In a lost crevice of my heart
Your smile spreads out
Tears overflowed without a sound
In the deep and sad ocean
No kind of song sounds out
If I can’t see you
Then I’ve lost something in the wind
Above the fireworks, the moonlight gaped
We just looked up at it
When you smiled, and opened your heart
I grew to love you
Once, beneath the sun
When I wake up from my deep sleep
I want to live my life a little bit more honestly
I want to see you
Beneath the shining sun
We can live honestly
And I’m going to go and see you
Bridges and Balloons
Joanna Newsom
We sailed away on a winter’s day
With fate as malleable as clay
But ships are fallible, I say
And the nautical, like all things, fades and I
Can recall our caravel:
A little wicker beetle shell
With four fine maste and lateen sails
Its bearings on Cair Paravel
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to’ve seen
The sight of bridges and balloons
Makes calm canaries irritable
And I caw and claw all afternoon
Catenaries and dirigibles
Brace and buoy the living-room
A loom of metal, warp woof wimble
And a thimblesworth of milky moon
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to’ve seen
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
It was a funny funny little thing
Ok, I really like this song for some reason, I think because of the melody or something, but here it goes.
The Potential Breakup Song
By Aly and AJ
La na na na na na
La na na na na na
La na na na naaa naaa naaa naaa na
It took too long, it took too long, it took to long
for you to call back
and normally I would just forget that
except for the fact it was my birthday
my stupid birthday
I played along, i played along, I played along
rolled right off my back
but obviously my armor was cracked
what kind of a boyfriend would forget that
who would forget that
the type of guy who doesnt see
what he has until she leaves
dont let me go
cuz without me you know youre lost
wize up now or pay the cost
soon you will know
chorus:
youre not livin til youre livin
livin with me
youre not winnin till youre winnin
winnin me
youre not gettin til youre gettin
gettin me
youre not livin til youre livin
livin for me
this is the potential breakup song
our album needs just one
oh baby please, please tell me
we got along, we got along, we got along
until you did that
now all i want is just my stuff back
do you get that
let me repeat that
i want my stuff back
you can send it in a box
i dont care just drop it off
i wont be home
cuz without me you know youre lost
minus you im better off
soon you will know
chorus repeat
you can try, you can try
you know i know itd be a lie
without me youre gonna die
so you better think clearly clearly
before you nearly nearly
bust up teh situation that youre gonna miss dearly dearly
come one
chorus repeat
this is the potential breakup song
our album needs just one
oh baby please, please tell me
this is the potential makeup song
please just admit youre wrong
which will it be, which will it be
La na na na na na
La na na na na na
La na na na naaa naaa naaa naaa na
(I just realized I spelled til with two L’s, dont mind me im crazy.)
Bullseye
by Aly and AJ
everybodys tryin to get to me
every guy is out for the kill
im the type of girl worth pursuing
but i wont be cought standin still
no i wont
youre throwin all of your attention on me
take youre best shot i be youll miss
youve got me interested enough to stand
closer
maybe try a lil kiss
chorus:
you hit the bullseye baby
yougit the bullseye baby
now im into you crazy
you know you hit the mark
dont know how you got me started
im not an easy target
hit it
you hit the bullseye
you hit my heart
im surprised the way you affect me
like an arrow penetrating my heart
naturally you seem to just get me
so obviously youre pretty smart
i like the way youre all dressed up messed up
i like the way you dont care
i wasnt certain that youd ring my bell but
then you whispered in my ear
chorus repeat
you didnt ask me for number?
wait, you didnt ask me for my number?
i like the fact that, you didnt ask that
cuz you already have my number, huh?
chorus repeat
yeah yeah yeah
you hit the bullseye
yeah yeah yeah
you hit the bullseye
yeah yeah yeah
you hit the bullseye
yeah yeah yeah
you hit my heart
130-i love that song
here’s some phish (yay)
There’s a mouse starin’ out of the window
His car is trapped in the snow
He’s planning a family vacation
But he just can’t go
Around the next corner’s a red bird
His feathers are trapped in a sling
He’s passed by some gunslinging parrot
Who’s jealous he ain’t got no grin
There ain’t no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child’s made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged
In a hot sand or in a my feet
They’re blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee
There’s a fool writing notes out on sandpaper
He’s sending them off to himself
He gets them a couple days later
Who put them along his top shelf
If you get tired of shavings
And carve up a good hunk of wood
Remembering to check on the sausage
He’s got cooking somewhere look good
(i don’t even try to understand it…
)
154-I know!!!!
132– THANK YOU. I have a few things to say about “Weird Al”…okay. So he’s a great parody master. However, it really pisses me off when people think he’s brilliant and haven’t heard some of the songs he parodies. Such is my friend — hasn’t heard “Lola” (“too dull” says she), but is completely in love with “Yoda.”Gaaaah. And sure he’s funny, but way too obnoxious for me to listen to all that much. At all.
Uhm…hate to be all weird, but what’s up with the Disney channel waste?..
“Grand Manan”, by Something French (www. something french music .com)
Woke up this morning with every confrontation about where you have been and how we are going to drive you out
Out of this island town
And you can run run run, but we’ll be burning down the house
Cos every motivation is leaning towards you leaving
Cos you have been [something about smoke and choking]
And we want you out, yeah we want you out…
Woke up this morning with every confrontation about where you have been and how we are going to drive you out
Out of this island town
And you can run run run, but we’ll be burning down your house
Cos every motivation is screaming towards you leaving
Cos you have been [again, something about smoke and choking that I really can’t understand]
We want you out
We want you out
We want you out
We want you out
We want you out
We want you out
(etc…)
The times will change you
You don’t change the times
Will change you
You don’t change the times
And time is running out
We will drive, drive you out
Out of this island town
[Something that resembles “I was in the bar…”]
We will drive you out
Out of this island town
Woke up this morning with every confirmation about where we have been and how we are going to prison
We’ll break out…
It’s very pretty. You really have to hear it.
156- by ‘disney channel waste’ do you mean aly and aj? I hate disney channel, but i like aly and aj. But dont think that is the only music I listen to, i just heard that song on my ipod and had to post it becuase the melody gets stuck in my head. I listen to loads of other stuff that isnt ‘disney channel waste’.
Cockeyed Optimist:
when the sky is a bright canary yel-low
i forget every cloud ive ever seen
so they call me a cockeyed optimist
immature and incurably green
i have heard people rant and rave and bel-low
that were done and we might as well be dead
but im only a cockeyed optimist
and i cant gt it into my head
i hear the human race is falling on its face
and hasnt very far to go
but every whipp or will
is selling me abill
and telling me it just aint so
i could say life is just a bowl of jel-lo
and apper more intelligent and smart
but im stuck like a dope with a thing called hope
and i cant get it out of my heart
not, this, heart!
134- I thought that you were going to guess… No one tried. Oh well.
TROUBLE
By Pink
No attorneys
to plead my case.
No orbits
to send me into outer space.
And my fingers
are bejewled
with diamonds
and gold.
But that ain’t gonna help me now.
(Peppy guitar riff kicks in).
I’m trouble
yeah trouble now
I’m trouble ya’ll
I disturb my town.
I’m trouble
yeah trouble now
I’m trouble ya’ll
I got trouble in my town.
You think you’re right
but you were wrong
You tried to take me, but I knew all along.
You can take me
for a ride.
I’m not a fool now.
So you better run and hide.
CHORUS:
So if you see me coming
down the street.
Then you know
It’s time to
gooo (and you know it’s time to go now cause I’m trouble)
Instrumental.
Repeat Verse 1 & 2 (with the following line changed)
You’re not fool now
so you better run and hide.
CHORUS
Repeat Verse 3 (With the following line changed)
And you know
it’s time to
Gooo (go-o-o).
I got-
CHORUS (repeat three times)
I got trouble in my town
yeah yeah.
I got trouble in my town
yeah yeah.
I got trouble in my town.
Yeah
Yea—-h.
RIPPY THE GATOR!!!!!!!
billy and his family went on a holiday
they went down to florida to laugh and dance and play
bill went in the water
he couldnt see the harm
when he came back out again
he was short an arm….
CHORUS
‘cus rrrippy the gator went chomp chomp chomp
rrrippy the gator went chomp chomp chomp
passing the time by ending childrens lives
own in the bottom of the swamp swamp swamp
shuts up now because she knows people will kill her……;
LAUNCH PAD MACQWACK ( or how ever you spell it)
i/cant be sure/ but i
sorry my last post went weird….
LAUNCH PAD MACQWACK
i/cant be sure/but i think i heard you/crawl through the door/you didnt say a word/ and i think you tried to go to bed/ but instead/ you went to the floor/ youve been out drinking with the other boys again/telling them no we are only friends/making out and making noise/ of stop pretending that this isnt really ending/and i will stop resenting you/when you stop resentong me/oh oh oh/ i waited up late/ mabe abit too late/ youve been out with boys ive never met drinking beer and smoking cigarettes/ killing braincells and killing me/ oh stop pretending that this game is never ending/ and i will stop resenting you when you stop resenting me/
theres more but im too lazy to post it now
The Phantom of the Opra
(Christine)
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice whitch calls to me
And speaks my name
And though I dream again
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opra is there
Inside my mind
(Phantom)
Sing once again with me
A strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opra is there
Inside your mind
(Christine)
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
(Phantom)
It’s me they hear
(Both)
You spirit and my voice
In one combine
The Phantom of the Opra is there inside your/my mind
(Phantom)
In all your fantasy you always knew
That man and mystery
(Christine)
Are both in you
(Both)
And in this labryinth where night is light
The Phantom of the Opra is there/here
(Christine)
Inside my mind
(Phantom)
Sing my angel of music!
(Christine)
He’s there, the Phantom of the Opra!
(kind of high note) AhhhhhhhAhAh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
(Phantom)
Sing!
(Christine singing slightly highter note)
AhhhhhhhhhhhhAhAh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhhhhh!
(Phantom)
Sing for me!
(Christine singing even higher note)
AhhhhhhhhhhAhAh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhhhhh!
(Phantom)
Sing my angel of music!
(Christine singing even higher note! Could she ever go higher? Yes.)
AhhhhhhhhAhAh Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
(Phantom)
Sing for MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Chritine singing incredibly high note that thurts you ears. Ow.)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
162- I LOVE THAT SONG!!!!!! I like to play it on the organ all the time and drive my parents up the wall….good times.
You Cant Stop the Beat
from Hairspray
Tracy:
you cant stop an avalanche
as it races down the hill
you can try to stop the seasons, girl
but ya know you never will
and you can try to stop my dancin feet
but i just cannot stand still
cause the world keeps spinning
round and round
and my hearts keeping time
to the speed of sound
i was lost til i heard the drums
then i found my way
Tracy and Link:
cause you cant stop the beat
ever since this old world began
a woman found out if she shook it
she could shake up a man
and so im gonna shake and shimmy it
the best that i can today
cause you cant stop
the motion of the ocean
or the sun in the sky
you can wonder if you wanna
but i never ask why
and if you try to hold me down
im gonna spit in your eye and say
that you cant stop the beat!
Penny:
you cant stop a river
as it rushes to the sea
Seaweed:
you can try and stop the hands
of time
butcha know it just cant be
Penny:
and if they try to stop us, seaweed
Penny and seaweed:
well call the NAACP!
cause the world keeps spinning
round and round
Seaweed:
round and round
Penny:
and my hearts keeping time
to the speed of sound
I was lost till i heard the drums then i foudn my way
Penny and Seaweed:
Cause you cant stop the beat
ever since we first saw the light
a man and woman liked to shake it
on a saturday night
and so im gonna shake and shimmy it
with all my might today
cause you cant stop
the motion of the ocean
or the rain from above
they can try to stop the paradise
were dreaming of
but they cannot stop the rhythm
of two hearts in love to stay
cause you cant stop the beat
Wow, there is like much more, its too much to type!!!!!!
Well I won’t back down, no I won’t back down
You could stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won’t back down
Gonna stand my ground, won’t be turned around
And I’ll keep this world from draggin’ me down
Gonna stand my ground and I won’t back down
[Chorus:]
Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down
Well I know what’s right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin’ me around
But I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down
Hey baby there ain’t no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won’t back down
No, I won’t back down
Please note, this is Tom Petty, not me making progress…
Okay, I remembered the Alligator Song.
Have you ever been down the water spout/to the very very bottom of the water system/there you’ll find a little alligator/who goes by the name of Alfred if you do/he’s mine*clap clap*./I lost him*clap*./I threw him down the water spout and now I’m feeling lonely ’cause he’s gone*clap clap*./I miss him*clap*.
159- AH, it’s Cedar! He hasn’t been on in forever!
You called me last night on the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you ’cause I was all alone
You said, “It’s snowing, it’s snowing! God, I hate this weather!
Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together.”
We met in the springtime at a rock-and-roll show
It was on the Bowery when it was time to go
We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night
I held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life
‘Cause everyone’s your friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me
The Statue of Liberty, Staten Island Ferry, Co-op City, Katz’s and Tiffany’s
Central Park, Brooklyn Bridge, the Empire State where Dylan lived
Coney Island and Times Square, Rockefeller Center
Wish I was there
You wrote me a letter just the other day
It said, “Springtime is coming soon so why don’t you come to stay?”
I packed my stuff, it’s on the bus, I can’t believe it’s true
I’m three days from New York City and I’m three days from you
‘Cause everyone’s my friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me
this is a really cool song by India Arie called Beautiful Flower
This is a song for every girl who’s
Ever been through something she thought she couldn’t make it through
I sing these words because
I was that girl too
Wanting something better than this
But who do I turn to
Now we’re moving from the darkness into the light
This is the defining moment of our lives
‘Cause you’re beautiful like a flower
More valuable than a diamond
You are powerful like a fire
You can heal the world with your mind
There is nothing in the world that you cannot do
When you believe in you, who are beautiful
Yeah, you, who are brilliant
Yeah, you, who are powerful
Yeah, you, who are resilient
This is a song for every girl who
Feels like she is not special
‘Cause she don’t look like a supermodel Coke bottle
The next time the radio tells you to shake your moneymaker
Shake your head and tell them, tell them you’re a leader
Now we’re moving from the darkness into the light
This is the defining moment of our lives
‘Cause you’re beautiful like a flower
More valuable than a diamond
You are powerful like a fire
You can heal the world with your mind
There is nothing in the world that you cannot do
When you believe in you, who are beautiful
Yeah, you, who are brilliant
Yeah, you, who are powerful
Yeah, you, who are resilient
Yeah, you, who are beautiful
Yeah, you, who are brilliant
Yeah, you, who are powerful
Yeah, you, who are resilient
Yeah, you, this song is for you
Yeah, you, this song is for you
Yeah, you, this song is for you
Yeah, you, yeah, you
You are brilliant
168-I like that
167-I like that too. I have always loved the countryside, but ever since I set foot in New York last year near Thanksgiving, I have felt a connection to it. We went up for me to dance in the Macy’s parade with 600 other kids, and it was an indescribable experience. I just….miss it there for some reason. Its really hard to describe, and I am so excited to be going again in November, it will be my last time most likely though, so I have to enjoy it as much as possible when I am there.
This is one of three songs that I wrote, based on my favorite book character. I’m not going to tell you about the book here, but let’s just say(to anyone 17 and up): go to amazon.com and purchase Primal Tears – By Kelpie Wilson.
NOTE TO GAPAs: Feel free to zap that first part.
Anyway, the main character in the story, occasionally suffers from low self esteem. So I wrote this song.
YOU’RE OKAY
(Upbeat)
Girl
You’re beautiful
There’s nothing wrong with you.
Girl
You don’t need to change
I’ll always be lovin you.
Girl
no matter what ye do
You’ll always make my day.
Girl
I hope ye never leave
Cause girl
You’re okay.
CHORUS:
You’re okay
You’re okay
Girl in every little tiny way.
Make my day
Make my day
Girl that’s all I can say.
Don’t get down
Don’t feel bad.
Cause it’s time to try a new way.
Throw your head back to the sky.
(Soft-spoken) And yell
I’m okay.
Girl
You don’t need no work
to make yourself look good.
Girl
Just forget the jerks
It ain’t about
The look.
Girl
Don’t ye try to hide
Your pretty little face.
Out in the crowds
and walking about
Is where you’ll find your place.
CHORUS
Throw it girl
Throw it back girl
Throw it back and shout.
You’re beautiful
You’re wonderful
So come and let it out.
REPEAT VERSE 1
CHORUS
Don’t get down
Don’t feel bad
Come on
And try a new way.
Throw your head back to the sky
And yell
(Tap-tap-tap-tap)
(Loud) I’m Oka—————y.
170-Thats good. I havnt attempted to write a song in a long time but the people who were on the last song thread already know I stink at it.
Thank you. And I’m sure you’re plenty good at it.
Hmmmmmmm. I like writing songs too but my problem is that I can’t write serious ones. I can only seem to write nonsense and random songs whitch can only be used to annoy people. I’ve tried to write serious songs, but they don’t work. My latest REALLY cool song is called “The Cheese Alphabet”. I liked it so much that I recorded it on Garage Band. Here are the words……………….
Cheese is good
Cheese is fine
I like cheese
All the time
A American
B Bree
C Chedder
D Dry Jack
E Edam
F Feta
G Gorgonzola
H Havarti
Cheese, so good.
Cheese, so fine
It’s really really good all the really really time
I Idiazabel
J Jalapeno
K Kasseri
L Limburger
M Mozzarella
N Neufchatel
O Oaxaca
P Provolone
All this cheese, you can’t resist
All this cheese, you shouldn’t miss
Q Queso fresco
R Romano
S Swiss
T Tilsit
U Ubriaco
V Vasterbottenost
W Wellington
X Xanadu
Now we are almost done, there is only 2 then 1
Y Yorkshire Blue and Z Zamorano
Cheese, it’s cheesy, and really very wheezy.
It makes you wanna………
*munch sound* *smacking of lips* *sigh*
Italics= different voices not sung by the main singer
Neverending Nights
I can see them running towards me
All the time they steal my dreams
The ghosts of past and sorrow
All the time they steal my dreams
When I take a walk outside, whispers will surround my head
I can hear the echo of my voice, a hundred times or more
They shout, they carry on
They whisper on my sorrow
They shout all night long
But the whispers will not end
And the whispers will not end.
The ghost of past is showing me all the good times that have gone
– Now just a shadow on the wall
The rose is, so fragile, but still so everlasting
The ghost of sorrow is recalling all the damage done
Now just a brick off from the wall
The rose is so strong but
It won´t be ´till the end, NO!
I can see them running towards me
All the time they steal my dreams
The ghosts of past and sorrow
All the time they steal my dreams
When I take a walk outside, whispers will surround my head
I can hear the echo of my voice, a hundred times or more
They shout, they carry on
They whisper on my sorrow
They shout all night long
But the whispers will not end
And the whispers will not end
The ghost of past is showing me all the good times that have gone
– Now just a shadow on the wall
The rose is, so fragile, but still so everlasting
The ghost of sorrow is recalling all the damage done
Now just a brick off from the wall
The roses, so fragile, forever will fade away with the tide of life
But this night will hold them on!
Yeah…
Ooh, I want to see when I was a child
All the emotions, the smiles and the cries
Now that I see, never it hides, the neverending nights
Remember the flash, the crowd was no more
A light that surrounds you, never before
Now that I see, never it hides, the neverending nights!
[repeat last verse]
…
At the end of this horrid night, whispers stopped to haunt my dreams
All emotions cast inside my mind, a hundred times or more…
no more…
I shall warn you that these are mostly random bits and pieces of songs. Eh.
You’re older than you’ve ever been
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older.
You’re older than you’ve even been
And now you’re older still
TIME is marching ON
And TIME is…still marching ON
This day is almost at an end
And now it’s even sooner
And now it’s even sooner
And now it’s even sooner
This day is almost at an end
And now it’s sooner still
TIME is marching ON
And TIME is…still marching ON
You’re older than you’ve ever been
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older.
You’re older than you’ve even been
And now you’re older still
(part of) Particle Man-
Person man person man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
Person man
JK is generally sung with the least breaths possible, like this-
IthoughtIheardthe
firstmatesayJohnKanakanakatulaie
Ohtulaieohtulaie
John
kanakanakatulaie
And, for sake of being utterly demented, huzzah for Golden Chariot. I dare someone to post the story. Really.-
Oh a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm
And we’ll all hang on behind
Ohtulaieohtuaie?
Well, they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can’t control myself because I don’t know how
And they love me for it
honestly, I’ll be here for a while
So give them blood
blood
gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink
And it will never be enough
So give them blood
blood
blood
Grab a glass because there’s going to be a flood
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck
The doctors and the nurses, they adore me so
But its really quite alarming
’cause I’m such an awful ****
I gave you blood
blood
gallons of the stuff
I gave you all that you can drink
and it has never been enough
I gave you blood
blood
blood!
I’m the kind of human wreckage that you love!
The Llama Song
Here’s a llama
There’s a llama
And another little llama
Fuzzy llama
Funny llama
Llama, llama, duck
Llama, llama, cheesecake, llama
tablet, brick, potato, llama
llama, llama, mushroom, llama
llama, llama, duck
I was once a treehouse
I lived in a cake
But I never saw the way
The orange slayed the rake
I was only 3 days dead
But I told a tale
And now listen little child
To the safety rail
Have you ever seen a llama
Kissed a llama
On a llama
llama’s llama
taste of llama
llama, llama, duck
Half a llama, twice a llama
not a llama, farmer, llama
llama in a car
alarm a llama, llama, duck
Is that how it’s told now
Is it quite so old
Is it made of lemon juice
Doorknob, ankle, cold
Now my song is getting thin
I’ve run out of luck
Time for me to retire now
And become a duck!
177 – YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
You made my day by posting those lyrics. Thank yooooooooou! Fwee.
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics
The Sound Of Silence Lyrics
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
“Fools” said I,”You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
179- Glad you like it. You can thank my roommate from CTY for that.
Forever Young by Alphaville
Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait were only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We dont have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The musics for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders were getting in tune
The musics played by the madmen
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why dont they stay young
Its so hard to get old without a cause
I dont want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And dimonds are forever
So many adventures couldnt happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true
Time Warp
RiffRaff:
It’s astounding;
Time is fleeting;
Madness takes its toll.
But listen closely…
Magenta:
Not for very much longer.
RiffRaff:
I’ve got to keep control.
I remember doing the time-warp
Drinking those moments when
The Blackness would hit me
Magenta:
And the void would be calling…
Transylvanians:
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Narrator:
It’s just a jump to the left.
All:
And then a step to the right.
Narrator:
Put your hands on your hips.
All:
You bring your knees in tight.
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Magenta:
It’s so dreamy, oh fantasy free me.
So you can’t see me, no, not at all.
In another dimension, with
voyeuristic intention,
Well secluded, I see all.
RiffRaff:
With a bit of a mind flip
Magenta:
You’re into the time slip.
RiffRaff:
And nothing can ever be the same.
Magenta:
You’re spaced out on sensation.
RiffRaff:
Like you’re under sedation.
All:
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Columbia:
Well I was walking down the street
just a-having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an
evil wink.
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.
He had a pickup truck, and the
devil’s eyes.
He stared at me and I felt a change.
Time meant nothing, never would again.
All:
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Narrator:
It’s just a jump to the left.
All:
And then a step to the right.
Narrator:
Put your hands on your hips.
All:
You bring your knees in tight.
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
Let’s do the time-warp again.
182 (Reggie’s Hat)- Two questions. One, are you new? If so, *pies* Two, did you go to CTY? Because Forever Young and The Time Warp are both cannon songs.
Oops, I didn’t include lyrics. Here’s another cannon song:
It’s the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine), by R.E.M.
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane – Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn – world serves its own needs, dont misserve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, turn, ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire in a fire, representing seven games, in a government for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine
Six o’clock – TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline
Chorus:
It’s the end of the world as we know it (it’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (it’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it’s time I had some time alone)
I feel fine
Chorus
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.
Chorus
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it’s time I had some time alone)
Chorus
Chorus
Fine
It’s the end of the world as we know it (it’s time I had some time alone
176- I have no idea what it means. Pretty sure it’s Hawaiian for something. Usually it’s written Oh tulai e oh tulai e.
183 & 184- No, I’m an alter ego of an MBer who went to CTY, and I
I got cut off… Anyways thanks for posting more canon!
180- I like the way those lyrics sound.
Never Leave Your Heart Alone
And it’s open
For distraction
You found all the words you need
Well I found nothing
I just grumble
’cause I don’t know what I feel
The moral to the story goes
Never leave your heart
Never leave your heart… alone
Run for shelter
An umbrella
Fights the rain but not the wind
And I’d be silly
To start preaching
’cause I don’t know which point to make
The moral to the story goes
Never leave your heart
In a box
Locked up
With cold, cold ice
Never leave your heart
…Never leave your heart… alone
Am I frozen?
But it’s summer…
Is that rain or is that me?
Yes I’m melting
Please be happy
One day soon
We might just swim
The moral to the story goes
Never leave your heart
In a box
Locked up with cold, cold ice
Never leave your heart
….Never leave youur heaart
…. Never leave your heart… alone.
Butterfly Boucher! I’ve tried to lure her onto the blog, but with no luck so far. Maybe it’s time to e-mail her again.
66-I’ve seen all the movies. SOOOOO good. All you need is Cash.
180-They call me Baby Driver, and once upon a pair of wheels–I hit the road and I’m gone…What’s my number?
Let me take your hands, you’re shaking like milk
(190)
And I was born one dark gray morn
With music coming in my ears,
In my ears.
174- Yay! Now I just need time to learn those lyrics…Lessee. What else do I like by EK that hasn’t been posted by Jade?
Midnight Circus
Gone from this world
to find knowledge or pain
I follow myself from a distant
and fading dream
Loving her brightness so dear to me
it makes me to look further in
To enter a world hidden far (from home)
Hushing the fears, I can see with blinded
eyes
Nearby the circus this time I won’t pass!
Where all the fears and indifference lie
A warm place to drown
your own need to find
The questions that bury your mind
You won’t find the answers to Life
(this way)
Now turn your head, step back from the
jesters, run!
A quest that only some would take
It grabs our soul if there is one
Could (it) be that we’re left alone
Or guided by the moonlight
Runaway runaway runaway
From this midnight circus
On this ride on this tide
I am crawling deep inside
And fair wind’s awaiting me
Fallen away from the chains of my mind
It’s my own choice to attain the truth
Free from all wavering I hear a song
Go far ahead, you will hear
A harmony carved into Life
Few final steps
Dream on…
Runaway runaway runaway
From this midnight circus
On this ride on this tide
I am crawling deep inside
And fair wind’s awaiting me
Runaway runaway runaway
And all the fear is gone now
On this path we take, this life we share
An answer might appear
And fair wind’s awaiting me
A quest that only some would take
It grabs our soul if there is one
Could (it) be that we’re left alone
Or guided by the moonlight
Burning constellation
On this trail to the unknown
I just keep on questioning
For an answer never told
Darker than the night
Is the way we’re passing through
Courage and faith it takes
To make it last that far
It may ends for tomorrow
Or it may take a lifetime
(Dream on…)
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Yes, I looked up the lyrics.
I give you warning, I should probably be banned from all song lyric threads. I happen to know an inordinate amount of colonial drinking songs, sea shantys of varying levels of bawdiness, and too many goofy “rendezvous songs” for my own good.
Cat lovers, please don’t hate me for the song I’m about to post, I love my cat and would never dream of hurting him. you have been warned. By the way, for those of you who don’t know what a “moggy” is, it’s a cat. (Yes, I know all the Brits on the Blog are scoffing at me now.)
He’s nobody’s Moggy now.
Somebody’s moggy by the side of the road,
somebody’s pussy who forgot his highway code.
Someone’s favorite feline who just ran out of luck,
when he ran into the road and tryed to mog you with a truck.
yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise,
decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice,
Now he’s just six pounds of raw mince meat,
that don’t smell very nice, He’s nobody’s Moggy now.
So if you love your pussy,
be sure to keep in in,
don’t let him mog you with a truck,
the truck is sure to win.
And upon the busy roads, don’t let him play or frolic,
for if you do I’m warning you,
it could be cat-astrophic.
If he trys to play on the roads, well I’m afraid that will be bad,
you’ll hear onelast desparing “meow”
and a sort of squelchy “splat”.
And your pusy will be slightly dead,
and very, very flat,
He’s nobody’s mogy, just red and wet and soggy,
He’s nobody’s moggy now.
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Horrible, yes, but a song that I’ve sung on more than one occasion, I’m afraid……
GAPAs, if this is too contriversial, you can repalce my carefully typed out post with a horde of HPBs. But I’d prefer you didn’t.
Oh, and I didn’t write this song. It’s one I learned at renezvous.
I don’t feel like going post hunting today, so can someone tell me where I posted my two parodies? Only if you remember, I don’t want to seem like everyone should post hunt for me
which they should.I dunno.
:idea::idea:
:idea::idea::idea: 
I’m actually surprised that they didn’t Bunny the Moggy Song….
Sorry…….
I DID NOT WRITE THESE.
I just don’t remember the name of the song.
*Ahem*
When I was a young boy my family would travel
Down to wester Kentucky where my parents where born
There’s a backwoods old town that’s often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg (Pronounced: Moo-lin-burg) County?
Down by the green river where paradise lay?
Well, I’m sorry my son but you’re too late in asking.
Mr. Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.
:::And then there’s a verse or two here…:::
When I die let my ashes float down the green river
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester Dam
I’ll be halfway to heaven with paradise waiting
Just five miles away from wherever I am.
And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the green river where paradise lay?
Well, I’m sorry my son but you’re too late in asking.
Mr. Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.
193- I like sea shanties. Some of them. I’ve heard they can be a little inappropriate, but I’ve avoided those particular ones.
I don’t know the lyrics to any, though.
That’s an awful song, Fiddler. Ick. Ick. Ick. *hides*
I love the Shanties, but yes, they can be rathar bawdy. Stick a bunch of guys on a ship in the middle of the ocean away from all civilization and see what happens. It’s inevitable.
Yeah, it is an awful song. Sorry. I didn’t mean to gross anyone out, I love my puring, drooling, shedding ball of yellow fluff. [aka, Circles the cat.] You can come out now. *Hands over choklit/chocolate as a bribe.*
*rather. Sorry, it’s 2:01 AM here….
(197) That’s “Paradise” by John Prine.
(Which is now stuck in my head. Oh, well. Fond memories it brings at least.)
(193) And that’s “He’s Nobody’s Moggy Now” by Eric Bogle, a boisterous Scottish-Australian folksinger who must be some sort of cousin of Paul Baker’s.
By the way, the lines are “tried to/don’t let him argue with a truck.” (You can find the lyrics on EB’s Web site at http:// ericbogle. net/lyrics/index.htm.)
(202) Wow, Eric Bogle. I have his very first album, which according to his web site is no longer available except possibly in the British Museum. Makes me feel exceedingly, um, archival.
He has his serious side, too. “No Man’s Land” and “And the Band Played Waltzing Mathilda,” both about those who served in World War I, gave me chills when I first heard them.
Yes, “The Band Played Waltzing Matilda” may be the saddest song in the world.
…Which makes me immediately want to listen to it. I love sad songs, they’re just so… I don’t know. But I love them.
202~ Oh, I just picked it up at rendezvous, and that’s how my friends sing it on one of their CDs. I think it’s funny, although gross, as Alice pointed out.
If you liked that, I have more! No, I was just joking there. Actually, I’m writing out lyrics for a bunch of colonial songs to perform at a dinner. I’ve been hired. I hope I don’t give everyone indigestion. *worries*
205~ There were Roses is another very sad and beautiful song. It’s about two friends, one is Catholic, the other Prodistant, in Northern Ireland. In the end both of them die at the hands of people from each other’s faiths, even though they never had a problem with their differences.
If you like sad songs, definately look it up.
I’m not going to post here for awhile, since I’m getting thoroughly sick of typing out lyrics. BAH!
“There were roses … And the tears of the people ran together.” Yes, dismally sad. That song is by Tommy Sands. I worked as his, I guess you’d say, “handler” when he performed in Berkeley one night in the late 1980s. Very nice guy, but it was a mistake to give Ethiopian food to someone who wasn’t used to it… </irrelevant_story>
I LOVE Eathiopian food, but yeah, it is rather irrelivant….
I have a recording of that song by Mick Maloney. I was so glad to have found it, I heard it one time, loved it, and couldn’t find it again. Then, not too long ago, I found it on one of Mom’s CDs that I was stealing. It’s now my second most played song on iTunes, and only because the one that’s number one got played all night one time….but so sad. “But lately I’ve been thinking, and it just won’t leave my mind,/I’ll tell you of two friends in time who were both good friends of mine…”
Another one is “Thousand Candles”, I’m not sure if that’s the correct name, but the refrain goes, “a Thousand candles, a thousand cranes,/every day I will remember”, does that strike a bell? It’s a song about the bombing of Japan. I cry every time I hear it.
I’ll look it up. I’d post some lyrics from the Chiftens cd I just got, but, um, it doesn’t have them, so I can’t really. Really lovely songs, it’s to bad I can’t type up a melody. I wish I could get my hands on those flute parts though…
(209) One of my favorite things about Tommy Sands is that, unlike many Irish singers who sang about the Troubles, he never romanticized violence — not even a little bit, not even once in a while. He wanted no part of it. He was like that in person, too: gentle and unearthly, the sort of person who could get lost walking around the block. (My job was mainly to keep him from doing that.)
That’s so neat. How did you get into that? It sounds like you’ve done all sorts of neat things. I’m constantly astonished by the wide range of things you do/talk about.
Oh, I don’t know. You live long enough, you travel a little, you make friends who do interesting things, and next thing you know you’re having adventures. That’s all there is to it, really.
Sounds fun. It certainly is always fun to hear about them, anyway! I guess I’ve had adventures too, hmm…like Kokonventions, yeah, that’s a good type of adventure!
I’m getting off topic, so to get back on, are you familiar with the “thousand Candles”?
I’ve never heard the song, but I’ve heard others by the duo that wrote and sings it, Small Potatoes. Maybe some Chicago-area MBers have heard them in concert.
(213, 214) I think the real secret to having adventures is being able to recognize them. We’re surrounded by the possibilities and most people seem to walk right past without noticing.
And, yes, the Kokonvention definitely counts as an adventure!
I’ve always just heard it at rendezvous, and I didn’t even know who wrote it. That’s one problem with learning songs this way, you only get a bit. But I wouldn’t trade sessions at rendezvous for anything in the world. However, thanks to my scary song learning ease, I’ve ended up with a repertoire not exactly fitting to a *ahem* young lady. I usually leave before it gets too late, though!
216~ My mom always says that whenever we get lost it’s just another adventure….I guess it’s a good thing, because we seem to get lost a fair amount!
Se, tis is why I love it when the GAPAs post! You guys all add so much, I can’t beleive you say it’s not your party.
(198) I know what you mean about sea songs. For example, I love the song “Blow the Man Down” but still haven’t learned a version suitable for children.
When I was in graduate school, I once started to lead a roomful of college-age Mormons in a rousing rendition of “Barrett’s Privateers” without stopping to think how uncomfortable the chorus was likely to make them. Then I thought, “Oh, well. In for a penny, in for a pound,” and plowed ahead regardless. They did squirm a bit.
What?! I learned that “Blow the Man down” when I was 10. It’s not too bad really. Try “the Handsome Cabin Boy”, “A-roving” (the Maid of Amsterdam version) and some of the verses in a few others. I usually snip out the verses that make me blush though, and I blush pretty easily!
Okay, I’ve been hanging out here for awhile, so I’ll actually post some song lyrics, revolutionary thought!! Heres “Darby ram” GAPAs, I hope you don’t mind the end verse.
Darby Ram, A reported favorite of George Washington’s, puts our first president in a bit different light, eh?
As I went up to Darby,
Upon a darby day,
I bought the finest ram, Sir,
That ever was fed on hay.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby,
To me Darby dingle day.
It was the finest ram, Sir,
That ever was fed on hay.
This ram was fat behind, Sir,
This ram was fat before,
And every time his foot went down,
It covered an acre or more.
And it’s aye me dingle Darby, etc.
This ram he had a horn, Sir,
That reached up to the sky.
The birds went up tho build their nests,
You could hear the young ones cry.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
The wool that came from his back, Sir,
It was both thick and thin.
Took all the women in Darby
the rest of their lives to spin.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
And when this ram was killed, Sir,
There was a terrible flood.
Took four and twenty butcher boys
To wash away the blood.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
The blood became a river, Sir,
That flowed down Darby Moor.
It turned the biggest mill wheel
that ever was turned before.
And it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
The owner of this ram, Sir,
He must be very rich,
And the one who’s sung this song, Sir,
Is a lying son of a ____.
and it’s aye, me dingle Darby, etc.
*sings*
“Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett’s privateers.”
Now that song is stuck in my head. This thread is becoming dangerous for me. Another Stan Rogers song I like is “Northwest Passage,” which was used to good effect in Due South. Nice harmonies, too.
(218) Quite a few of my own adventures started with getting lost, so I think your mom is onto something.
Christopher Robin’s Dead
by Mas Rapido
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin’s Dead
He had a circus living inside his head
He was a poet, he was a senate (?) son
He was a beacon shining for everyone.
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin’s gone
He was an angel, bright as a summer’s sun.
He was a savior, came in at number one
He was a sinner, he was a seventh son
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin blead
Could have been me or could have been you instead
Shoulda had someone, shoulda had someone strong
Shoulda had someone he could depend upon
Christopher Robin, Christopher Robin’s wrong
He doesn’t know that he lives inside this song
He was a poet, he was a senate (?) son
He was a beacon, shining for everyone
Very good song. A little sad.
Institutionalized
by Suicidal Tendencies
Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn’t work out the way I wanted to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it doesn’t work out the way I wanted to.
It’s like I concentrate real hard and it doesn’t work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It’s like I need time to figure these things out
But there’s always someone there going
Hey Mike:
You know we’ve been noticing you’ve been having a lot of problems lately.
You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you’ll feel a lot better
And I go:
No it’s okay, you know I’ll figure it out, just leave me alone I’ll figure it out. You know I’ll just work by myself.
And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I’ll be here you know and you’ll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.
And I go:
No I don’t want to I’m okay, I’ll figure it out myself and they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it builds up inside.
So you’re gonna be institutionalized
You’ll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won’t have any say
They’ll brainwash you until you see their way.
I’m not crazy – institutionalized
You’re the one who’s crazy – institutionalized
You’re driving me crazy – institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn’t even know she was there she called my name
And I didn’t even hear it, and then she started screaming: MIKE! MIKE!
And I go:
What, what’s the matter
And she goes:
What’s the matter with you?
I go:
There’s nothing-wrong mom.
And she goes:
Don’t tell me that, you’re on drugs!
And I go:
No mom I’m not on drugs I’m okay, I was just thinking you know, why don’t you get me a Pepsi.
And she goes:
NO you’re on drugs!
I go:
Mom I’m okay, I’m just thinking.
She goes:
No you’re not thinking, you’re on drugs! Normal people don’t act that way!
I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me.
Just a Pepsi.
They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you’re back, you’re treated like thieves
Drug you up because they’re lazy
It’s too much work to help a crazy
I’m not crazy – institutionalized
You’re the one who’s crazy – institutionalized
You’re driving me crazy – institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself
I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go:
Mike, we need to talk to you
And I go:
Okay what’s the matter
They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you’ve been having a lot of problems,
You’ve been going off for no reason and we’re afraid you’re gonna hurt somebody,
We’re afraid you’re gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need.
And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, we decided!?
My best interest?! How can you know what’s my best interest is?
How can you say what my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I’m crazy?
When I went to your schools, I went to your churches,
I went to your institutional learning facilities?! So how can you say I’m crazy.
They say they’re gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I’ll be dead
I’m not crazy – institutionalized
You’re the one who’s crazy – institutionalized
You’re driving me crazy – institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself
It doesn’t matter I’m trying to get hit by a car anyway.
Ok, it sounds better shouted and with music. Still.
La Rage by Keny Arkana. Bunny points to those that actually understand some of this… there’s a version of the video with English subtitles, too… (WARNING. This contains French swearing. Go ahead and edit it out, GAPAs, if you want.)
La rage du peuple (X4)
[Sorry about the snippage but here goes: SNIP!]
222~ I always get songs stuck in my head. At the moment it’s ‘the Battle of the Kegs”, a song written during the Rev. war.
After the Kokonvention I had “Mamas don’t let your Babies Grow Up to be Muses” and Have a Pie” stuck in my head for DAYS!!!!
Song I wrote earlier today. It’s an Irish reel.
Walk away, run away,
dancing into the sky today
if she or you or I today
would it be a loss to die?
singing all the day away,
to run and jump and laugh and play
life’s a shell, hear the ocean say
dance me into the sky.
The world is turning, round and round
lift up your feet, salute the ground
embrace the drum’s deep pounding sound
the fiddle carries on
We’re shantying, prancing,
the whole world is dancing
the music’s in us, so we sing
to be part of the song.
There life is life and death is death
here we make no such aclaims
some people drift their way on through
we can’t say we do the same
for if there’s really no other side
where we may stake a claim
no place to run and laugh and hide
no place to dance our dreams
No swirling, shifting ocean tide
no chasms deep and dark and wide
no stretching, spinning, long and lithe
why shouldn’t we live now?
The world is here for all to enjoy
a place to love though it’s not our toy
if we live fully, spreading joy
living life out loud.
The stars and spinning in the sky
here we’ve no need to ask the ‘why’s’
we fight and drink and laugh and lie
but only enough for fun
The world is turning, round and round
through back your head, forget the ground
all we need are our lovely sounds
the fiddle carries on.
We’re dancing, chancing,
The world is ours, hear the ocean sing
life’s just a little, tiny, thing
we’ll laugh untill we die
We’ve danced all night and day away
life’s a world hear my people say
spin me, catch me, steal my breath away today
kiss my till I cry,
We’re dancing in the sky.
Wow, Jadestone, that’s nice. Did you write it to another tune, or did you write the music, too?
Love is but a song we sing
And fear’s the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry.
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why.
C’mon people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now
Some will come and some will go
And we shall surely pass.
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last.
We are but a moment’s sunlight
Fading in the grass.
C’mon people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now
If you hear the song I sing
You will understand (listen)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand.
Just one key unlocks them both
It’s there at your command
C’mon people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now
(221) MF, do you ever sing “Katy Cruel”? That’s Colonial.
I found this song on the internet. It’s related to pie so I figured I should put it on this thread.
(Sung to tune of sexy-back[i hate that song, don’t remind me of it])
I’m bringing pasrty back.
Yeah!
When I transport it I like to wear a hat.
Why?
I’m not too sure, but it don’t look wack.
Word.
Where are we gonna put this to protect from attack?
Hmmm…take it to the frige!
Cuz’ this pastry.
Uh, huh.
Will be the casing of a tasty Pie.
Uh huh!
I’ll let you have some if you help me bake.
ok.
Because I can’t read this recipe.
You suck!
Look out for the walrus!
BOOM!
I’d post the url to it, but I know the GAPAs don’t like that.
227- I wrote it to the first part of Up Against The Bauchalawns by the Cheiftains. I might try to think of another tune it could go with and write it on finale, but I honestly don’t have time.
I’m gonna posts some songs that reflect me.
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry’s Bait shop
You know the place
well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy
Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast
Awww – Big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single mornin
It wa driving me crazy
I said to my mom
I said “Hey, mom, what’s with all the sauerkraut?”
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said “IT’S GOOD FOR YOU”
And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old
That’s when I swore that someday
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
And the towels are oh so fluffy
Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long
And anyone on the street will glady shave your back for a nickel
Wacka wacka doodoo yeah
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn’t long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy’s butt
I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize
That’s right, a first class one-way ticket to
Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Oh yeah
You know, I’d never been on a real airplane before
And I gotta tell ya, it was really great
Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor
And the little kid in back of me kept throwin’ up the whole time
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts
And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore
And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out
And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside
And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?
‘Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Ah ha ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ahhhh
So I crawled from the twisted, burnin’ wreckage
I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days
Draggin’ along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel
But finally I arived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn
Where the towels are oh so fluffy
And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna
It’s OK, they’re clean
Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I’m just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow
That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there’s a knock on the door
Well now, who could that be?
I say “Who is it?”
No answer
“Who is it?”
There’s no answer
“WHO IS IT?”
They’re not sayin’ anything
So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected
It’s some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril
Oh man, I hate it when I’m right
So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel
And I’m like “Hey, you can’t have that”
“That snorkel’s been just like a snorkel to me”
And he’s like “Tough”
And I’m like “Give it”
And he’s like “Make me”
And I’m like “‘Kay”
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus
And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows
And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation
Yes indeed, you better believe it
And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a farmiliar voice
And you know what it said?
I’ll tell you what it said
It said
“If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again”
“If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator”
“If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again”
“If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator”
In Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel
But I made a a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest
I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice
But first, I decided to buy some donuts
So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop
And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter
And he says “Yeah, what do ya want?”
I said “You got any glazed donuts?”
He said “No, we’re outta glazed donuts”
I said “Well, you got any jelly donuts?”
He said “No, we’re outta jelly donuts”
I said “You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?”
He said “No, we’re outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts”
I said “You got any cinnamon rolls?”
He said “No, we’re outta cinnamon rolls”
I said “You got any apple fritters?”
He said “No, we’re outta apple fritters”
I said “You got any bear claws?”
He said “Wait a minute, I’ll go check”
“No, we’re outta bear claws”
I said “Well, in that case – in that case, what do you have?”
He says “All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels”
I said “OK, I’ll take that”
So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out
And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin’ me all over
(rabid gnawing sounds)
Oh man, they were just going nuts
They were tearin’ me apart
You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin’ through my head”
I believe it went a little something like this . . .
Doh
Get ’em off me
Get ’em off me
Oh
No, get ’em off, get ’em off
Oh, oh God, oh God
Oh, get ’em off me
Oh, oh God
Ah, (more screaming)
I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face
Wavin’ my arms all around and just runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Like a constipated weiner dog
And as luck wouls have it, that’s exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams
Her name was Zelda
She was a caligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches
I’ll never forget the first thing she said to me.
She said “Hey, you’ve got weasels on your face”
That’s when I knew it was true love
We were inseperable after that
Aw, we ate together, we bathed together
We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss
The world was our burrito
So we got married and we bought us a house
And had two beautiful children – Nathaniel and Superfly
Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah
But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me
She said “Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?”
I said “Woah, hold on now, baby”
“I’m just not ready for that kinda commitment”
So we broke up and I never saw her again
But that’s just the way things go
In Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Anyway, things really started lookin’ upi for me
Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream
That’s right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler
I even made employee of the month after I put that grease fire out with my face
Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that
I was gettin’ a lot of attitude
OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot
Tryin’ to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil
When I see this guy Marty tryin’ to carry a big ol’ sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say “Hey, you want me to help you with that?”
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
“No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw”
So I did
And then he gets all indignant on me
He’s like “Hey man, I was just being sarcastic”
Well, that’s just great
How was I supposed to know that?
I’m not a mind reader for cryin’ out loud
Besides, now he’s got a really cute nickname – Torso-Boy
So what’s he complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street and says he hasn’t had a bite in three days
Well, I knew what he meant
But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein
And he’s yellin’ and screamin’ and bleeding all over
And I’m like “Hey, come on, don’tcha get it?”
But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming
(screaming sounds)
You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation
Man, some people just can’t take a joke, you know?
Anyway, um, um, where was I?
Kinda lost my train of thought
Uh, well, uh, OK
Anyway I, I know it’s kinda been a roundabout way of saying it
But I guess the whole point I’m tryin’ to make here is
I hate sauerkraut
That’s all I’m really tryin’ to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandry
Full of loathing and self-doubt
And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence
At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that
Somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours
There’s still a little place called
Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
I said “A” (A)
“L” (L)
“B” (B)
“U” (U)
“querque” (querque)
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque
(belch)
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That’s no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn’t sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn’t seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up…
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin’ on
The coldest man doesn’t see it’s all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we’re the last living souls
We’re the last living souls
Yeah, we’re the last living souls
We’re the last living souls
Ooops, that last one was one l just liked.
133-??
230- It’s weebls. l found it.
220- The Maid of Amsterdam isn’t too bad. At least not the version I hard, which may very well have had some verses snipped. I’m thinking more along the lines of songs whose titles I won’t even say because of their suggestive-ness.
229~ Ihave the music for it-never played it, though.
236~
Yeah, “The lusty Young smith” “My Dog and I” “The Jolly Tradesman”…. It goes on and on….. There are billions of A-Roving [Maid of Amsterdam], and I usually pick, choose and snip among the verses, GAPA style.
237- None of those sound too bad . . . except maybe the first.
OK, so I just looked up some of the only songs I could think of (therefore the most depressing ones). Twa Corbies and Three Ravens are NOT the same, or even as similar as I thought.
Three Ravens is a good deal nicer.
Let’s see if I can find something a little less grim.
Does anyone know the name of the song with the ferryman? One of the verses/choruses goes something like this:
The river is wide, the river is deep,
All within the cottage seemed asleep.
And there are variations upon that, one of which was more distinctive:
Th river is deep, the river is wide,
She opened up the scullery and stepped inside.
I don’t remember much about that except that it had a nice melody.
Here’s a nice one, if a bit sad. I kept trying to learn it when I was younger but I had trouble with the different melody for the second verse.
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading, I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash grove.
‘Twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing,
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart;
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.
Still grows the bright sunshine o’er valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird his note from the tree;
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
But what are the beauties of nature to me.
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of my love.
Ye echoes, O tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps ‘neath the green turf down by the Ash grove.
Lovely. While looking it up, I found a site that has the tune playing. I refuse to close that window.
That’s enough for now. I’ve depressed you all already (doubly so if you looked up Twa Corbies), so I now take my leave.
Oh, yes, I know those songs. How about “The Two Sisters” (“Oh, the wind and rain”)? You could sing that to Opal and give her nightmares. Or “The House Carpenter”? That one goes on and on.
Midnight Fiddler really should learn “Katy Cruel,” though. It’s a crowd-pleaser.
239- Ooh, I like The House Carpenter! Even though it’s not too cheerful. ” . . .That’s hell, my dear/Where you and I must go.” I managed to annoy everyone in my sailing class with me by singing or humming this:
They had not been a-sailing for a very short while/About two weeks, three or four/When the ship sprang a leak and they were doomed/And they were far away from the shore
Over and over again. Forget the rest of the song. I couldn’t even remember the rest. That was a bad week for getting little pieces of a song stuck in my head.
I just finished listening to “The Lailly Worm and the Mackerel of the Sea.” That’s a good song. I’ll type it up later. Right now I’m going to go look up t5hose songs you just mentioned.
Oh! I do know “The Two Sisters”! In a different format, to be sure, but I know it. I never liked it because the version I heard (which was a fairy tale) had an evil older sister and I will never forgive those who stereotype older siblings.
But where does the second sister come in? I read the lyrics, and it has nothing about another sister.
Oh wait! I’m reading a totally different version. Let’s find the Child Ballad….
Found it. I rather preferred the first one I read. Maybe I need the tune. That particular site generally gives you the tune when you open the page, but I’m listening to something else so I turned it off.
This is as good a translation I could make:
The Lailly Worm and the Mackerel of the Sea
When I was but seven years old
My mother she did die
My father married the worst woman
The world did ever see.
For she has made me the lailly worm
That lies at the foot of the tree
Ands of my sister Messry*
The mackerel of the sea.
And every Saturday at noon
The mackerel comes to me
And she combs my head with a silver comb
And washes it in the sea.
“Seven knights I have slain
Since I lay at the foot of this tree
And if you were my own mother
The eighth one you would be.”
He sent for his lady
As fast as send could he:
“Where is my son
That you sent from me,
And my daughter, the Lady Messry?”
“Your son is in the king’s court,
Serving for meat and fee
And your daughter is in the queen’s court,
A mary suit and free.”**
“You lie, you lie, you ill woman
So loud I hear you lie.
My son he is the lailly worm
That lies at the foot of the tree.
And my daughter Messry
the mackerel of the sea.”
Sh has taken a silver wand
And given him strokes three
And he started up the bravest knight
Your eyes did ever see.
She has taken a small horn
And loud and shrill blew she
And all the fish came out to her
But the mackerel of the sea.
“You shaped me once and you shaped me twice
And you’ll never more shape me.”
He has sent to the wood
For hawthorn and fun***
And he has taken that gay lady
And there he did her burn.
I think something may have been lost in translation there.
*I know as much about that name as you do, or less.
**A maid-of-honor sweet and gracious, the site says. Makes sense to me.
***Gorse.
AFI
“The Leaving Song” (sounds much better with the music)
Walked away, heard them say
“Poison hearts will never change”
walk away again
Turned away in disgrace
Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within
It’s hard to notice,
gleaming from the sky
When you’re staring at… the cracks
It’s hard to notice,
what is passing by
with eyes lowered
You… walked away, heard them say
“Poisoned hearts will never change, walk away again”
All the cracks, they lead right to me, yeah
And all the cracks will crawl right through me
All the cracks, they lead, right to me, yeah
And all the cracks will crawl right through meee…
and I fell apart
As I… walked away, heard them say
“Poisoned hearts will never change”
Walk away, again
Turned away, in disgrace,
Felt the chill upon my face
cooling from within
*music*
Also by AFI
“This Time Imperfect”
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay,
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say,
I’m drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue
There are no flowers, no not this time,
There’ll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find
I’d show a smile, but I’m too weak
I’d share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this… hurts me
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave,
Just like all I loved, I make believe.
Imagined heart, I disappear, it seems,
No one will appear here and make me real.
There are no flowers, no not this time
There’ll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words, I find
I’d show a smile, but i’m too weak
I’d share with you, could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me
I’d tell you how it haunts me,
I’d tell you how it haunts me,
(cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams.)
I’d tell you how it haunts me,
(cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams.)
You don’t care that it haunts me.
Oh,
There are no flowers, no not this time
There’ll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find
I’d show a smile, but i’m too weak
I’d share with you, could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much this, hurts me.
Just how much you…
if I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that I’d like to do
is to save every day
till eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if I could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then,
again, I would spend them with you
but there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you want to do
once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
that you’re the one I want to go
through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
and dreams that had never come true
the box would be empty
except for the memory
of how they were answered by you
but there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you want to do
once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
that you’re the one I want to go
through time with
I like the muppets’ version of it.
I was thinking of writing my own MB song, but I forgot most of it…
all I remember:
Here come Kokopelli, watch your face,
total chaos; it’s MuseBlog!
God, I love this place…
It would be o a very quick tune.
Reflections in a Crystal Wind
Mimi and Richard Farina
If there’s a way to say I’m sorry
Perhaps I’ll stay another evening
Beside your door, and watch the moon rise
Inside your window, where jewels are falling
And flowers weeping, and strangers laughing
Because you’re dreaming that I have gone
And if I don’t know why I’m going
Perhaps I’ll wait beside the pathway
Where no one’s coming, and count the questions
I turned away from, or closed my eyes to
Or had no time for, or passed right over
Because the answers would shame my pride
I’ve hear them say the word forever
But I don’t know if words have meaning
When they are promised in fear of losing
What can’t be borrowed, or lent in blindness
Or blessed by pageantry, or sold by preachers
While we’re still walking our separate ways
Sometime we bind ourselves together
And seldom know the harm in binding
The only feeling that cries for freedom
And needs unfolding, and understanding
And time for holding a simple mirror
With one reflection to call your own
If there’s an end to all our dreaming
Perhaps I’ll go while you’re still standing
Beside your door, and I’ll remember
Your hands encircling a bowl of moonstones
A lamp of childhood, a robe of roses
Because your sorrows were still unborn
Kilkelly
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 60, my dear and loving son John
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara’s so good
As to write these words down.
Your brothers have all gone to find work in England,
The house is so empty and sad
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected,
A third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Brigid and Patrick O’Donnell
Are going to be married in June.
Your mother says not to work on the railroad
And be sure to come on home soon.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 70, dear and loving son John
Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children,
May they grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I guess that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness there’s no turf to speak of
And now we have nothing to burn.
And Brigid is happy, you named a child for her
And now she’s got six of her own.
You say you found work, but you don’t say
What kind or when you will be coming home.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 80, dear Michael and John, my sons
I’m sorry to give you the very sad news
That your dear old mother has gone.
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly,
Your brothers and Brigid were there.
You don’t have to worry, she died very quickly,
Remember her in your prayers.
And it’s so good to hear that Michael’s returning,
With money he’s sure to buy land
For the crop has been poor and the people
Are selling at any price that they can.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90, my dear and loving son John
I guess that I must be close on to eighty,
It’s thirty years since you’re gone.
Because of all of the money you send me,
I’m still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house
And Brigid’s daughters have grown.
Thank you for sending your family picture,
They’re lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even come for a visit,
What joy to see you again.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 92, my dear brother John
I’m sorry that I didn’t write sooner to tell you that father passed on.
He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful
And healthy right down to the end.
Ah, you should have seen him play with
The grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend.
And we buried him alongside of mother,
Down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man,
Considering his life was so hard.
And it’s funny the way he kept talking about you,
He called for you in the end.
Oh, why don’t you think about coming to visit,
We’d all love to see you again.
Hey There Delilah
by the Plain White T’s
Hey there Delilah
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away,
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true
Hey there Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it’s my disguise
I’m by your side
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be making history like I do
You’ll know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here’s to you
This ones for you
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me.
This song’s lyrics aren’t all that moving, but the guy who sings it’s voice is so awesome… and so sad. This is one of my favorite songs ever!!
Your bright enchanting smile
Reminds me of the day when I learnt
That nothing lasts forever
And your goodwill’s just another hoax of your kind…
Time and time again,
That feeling had got lost and ever since
I’ve tried to understand the meaning of
My inner self conviction I lied… to myself
As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness
That cannot last ’till the day after
From this I will hide myself
Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don’t know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know, I’m standing alone
Stone, after stone, I’m moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Carry me, carry me all your devotion
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall… once again
The lovely beeches told me to think for myself;
to bury down the lies of other minds…and I know
I cannot be last but first…
[repeat chourus&bridge]
Torturize in the night I am falling down – into the dark
Deep within it’s a dream I cannot control – It’s killing me!
My human conscience is dragging me down – into the dark
The temptress whispers…”again”… – It’s killing me
Skywards
248- l love that song! l don’t know why, though.
OMG this song is SO FUNNY! It sounds like what a MuseBlogger would write! Here it is:
Weird Al Yankovic’s Everything you Know is Wrong
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
with a rabid wolverine in my underwear
when suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, “Is it uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?”
I probably would have kept on guessing
but about that time we crashed into the truck
and as I’m lying there bleeding on the asphalt
finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me
“Everything you know is wrong
black is white, up is down, and short is long
and everything you thought was just so
important doesn’t matter
everything you know is wrong
just forget the words and sin g along
all you need to understand is everything you know is wrong!
I was walkin’ to the kitchen for some golden grahams
when i accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
and soon i was abducted by some aliens from space
who kinda looked like Jamie Farr
they sucked out my internal organs
and they took some Polaroids and said i was a darn good sport
and as a way of saying thank you
they offered to transport me back to any point in history that i would care to go
and so i had them send me back to last Thursday night
so i could pay my phone bill on time
just then the disembodied head of Colonel Sanders started yelling
“Everything you know is wrong
Left is right, square is round, and ping is pong
and everything you thought was just so
important doesn’t matter
everything you know is wrong
just forget the words and sing along
all you need to understand is
everything you know is wrong!”
I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
when I got a nasty papercut
and, well, to make a long story short,
it got infected and i died
so now I’m up in heaven with st. peter by the pearly gates
and it’s obvious he doesn’t like the Nehru jacket that I’m wearing
he tells me that they’ve got a dress code
well, he lets me into heaven anyway
but i get the room next to the noisy ice machine
for all eternity
and every day he runs by screaming
“Everything you know is wrong
Wrong is right, soft is loud and noise is song
and everything you used to think was so important
doesn’t really matter anymore becasue the simple fact remains that
everything you know is wrong
just forget the words and sing along
everything you know is wrong
(everything you know is wrong)
Everything you know is wrong!!”
If I Could Fly by Helloween
No fear, no pain
Nobody left to blame
I’ll try alone
Make destiny my own
I learn to free my mind
Myself I now must find
Once more
Once more
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly
So here I am
In solitude I stand
I’ve got dreams inside
I need to realize
My faith has grown
No fear of the unknown
No more
No more
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly
If I could, if I could, fly
If I could, if I could, fly
If I could, if I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly
“Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy” (Fall Out Boy)
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town
When I wake up, I’m willing to take my chances on
The hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you (for you, so…)
You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I’m still trying
And that’s more than I can say for him
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town
Someday I’ll appreciate in value
Get off my *** and call you
The meantime I’ll sport my
Brand new fashion of waking up with pants on
At 4:00 in the afternoon
You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I’m still trying
And that’s more than I can say for him
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town
To the tune of “Lump” by the Presidents of the United States. This isn’t funny unless you’ve seen “Forrest Gump.”
Gump sat alone on a bench in the park
“My name is Forrest,” he’d casually remark
Waitin’ for the bus with his hands in his pockets
He just kept sayin’ life is like a box of chocolates
He’s Gump, He’s Gump
What’s in his head?
He’s Gump, He’s Gump, He’s Gump
Is he in-bred?
Gump was a big celebrity
He told JFK that he really had to pee
He never feels too dumb because
His mom always told him stupid is as stupid does
He’s Gump, He’s Gump
He’s kinda square
He’s Gump, He’s Gump, He’s Gump
What’s with that hair?
Run… run… run, run, now Forrest
Run… run… run like the wind now
Run… run… run, run, now Forrest
Run… stop!
His buddy Bubba was a shrimp-lovin’ man
His friend with no legs he called Lieutenant Dan
His girlfriend Jenny was kind of a slut
went to the White House, showed LBJ his butt
He’s Gump, He’s Gump
He’s not too bright
He’s Gump, He’s Gump, He’s Gump
But he’s alright
Is this Gump out of his head?
I think so
Is this Gump really brain dead?
I think so
Did this Gump make lots of bread?
I think so
And that’s all I have to say about that
I’m thru w. standing in line to clubs, I’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth, I ain’t never gonna win,
This life hasn’t turned out quite the way I wannit to be
[Tell me what cha want]
I wanna brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in,
And a king-sized tub big enough for ten, plus me
[So watcha need?]
I needa credit card that’s got no limits
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile hi club at thirty seven thousand feet
[So how ya gonna do it?]
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame,
I’ll even cut my hair and change my name,
[chorus]
Cuz we all just wanna be big rock stars
And live is hilltop houses drivin’ fifteen cars,
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap,
We’ll all stay skinny cuz we just won’t eat, and we’ll
Hang out in the coolest bars,
Be a VIP with the movie stars,
Every good gold digga’s gonna wind up there
Every playboy bunny with the bleach-blonde hair, and well,
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rock star,
Hey hey, I wanna be a rock star.
I wanna be great like elvis, without the tassles,
All the great body guards will wanna beat up hassles
Sign a couple on the grass so i can eat my meals for free
[I’ll have a quesidilla, haha]
I’m gonna dress my BEEP with the latest fashions,
get a front door key to the Playboy mansion,
gonna date a centerfold who loves to blow my money for me
[Does this make me look fat?]
[So how you gonna do it?]
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame, I’ll even cut my hair, and change my name…
[Chorus]
and we’ll, Pot out in the private rooms,
with the ladies dictionary and today’d hoo-soo,
Will getcha anything with that evil smile, everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed-dial, well,
Hey hey, I wanna be a rock star.
Gonna sing no song that has been censored,
Gonna pop my bills from the pez dispenser,
Get washed up singers writing all my songs,
Lip sync ’em every night so I don’t gettem wrong…
[Whole chorus]
Hey hey, I wanna be a rock star,
Hey hey, I wannna be a rock star.
I’ve got moves, too. I did it for the talent show.
Some of the words I dunno i made up.
255- ZOMG! Another Nickelback fan!
Lwrence of Antarctica, i heart that song. And my song is Rock Star, by Nickelback [for all those who are scratching their heads]
This is mitternacht, by e nomine. they’re a really odd german band. don’t look up the lyrics in english, they’re really bad, but listen to the song because it’s sweet.
Wenn die Gondeln Trauer tragen
und es hallt der toten Klagen
tief im Nacken das Grauen sitzt
Wenn die Uhr beginnt zu schlagen
kalte, dichte Nebelschwaden
berühr‘n dich sacht …
… Mitternacht !
Gefriert das Blut dir in den Adern
Schnürt dir Angst die Kehle zu
Hörst du dein Herz und die Glocken schlagen
ist es Nacht …
… Mitternacht !
Loca in ferna in nocte
Loca in ferna in nocte
Animae in nebula
… Mitternacht !
Media nox obscura nox
crudelitas animarum
campana sonat
duo decies
loca … in ferna in nocte ….
anima in nebulaaaahhhh …
media nox obscura nox
crudelitas animarum
media nox, media nox
It’s interesting how it switches to Latin halfway through.
two fifty seven, yesssss, no one i know likes nickelback
260-that could be the bit where the random choir starts singing…i’m not sure
260-yeah, the german bit is the chanting, kind of growly guy, and the latin is the choir.
Hey hey you you I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way no way think you need a new one
Hey hey you you i want to be your girlfriend!
261- posts 4, 38, 56, and 58 on this thread; posts 269-270, 274-282, 286-287. These were my previous attempts to post Nickelback, and the results from it. The blog is not Nickelback-friendly.
“posts 269-270, 274-282, 286-287.”-those were on the original Song Lyrics thread.
The Regality Dance
Gentlemen and ladies all please lend me your attention
I beg your pardon for my cheek, please join this heathenreel
Strange rules has this dance; suffers from a serious allergy
Reddens and becomes so unkind, when people’re
acting just like you
The regal dance’s about to start and I am here to tell you
“There’s many a slip twixt cup and lip” ’tis something
that could help you
On and on please join the ball, nobody will stop you
The steps they are so simple, look the moon is dancing too
Drink a toast with the wise man, no one will care for you
Let the dances have their go, follow ’till they reach the end
Mind the minstrels they will say you’re just another scarecrow
Not a word a single word, not for all the
whole damn world (you say…)
[Chorus:]
Step out of this regality dance
One foot in heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it willl make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin
I came I saw, do not want nothing at all,
do not want to moralise you
Or spitting hateful sentences, just trying to tease
your rudimental pride
“Live and let live” told the wise man, as no one cared for him
From the soil which is now part of…”leaving is so
easier than living” (he says…)
[Chorus:]
Step out of this regality dance
One foot into heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it will make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin
Bienvenu Mesdames et Messieurs
To the Danse Paien
Please come in and hurry up or
You will miss your turn
[Solos: Jarpen, Aydan]
[Chorus (x2):]
Face the truth are you worthy of this honesty filled – celebration!
Another tune bursting forth from the passion that
glides in my veins – can you feel it?
A speaking portrait’s in front of me, do you acknowledge yourself? –
who painted you?
I walk a lonely road,
The only one that I have ever known,
Don’t know where it goes,
But it’s only me and I walk alone.
267-huzzah, EK!
268-one of the very, very few green day songs i like. possibly just because i had to listen to it practically every day on the radio on the bus ride to school, so it was enjoy it or die…anyway, it’s the only song i like off that cd
well i feel like i should be posting some song lyrics, this being the song lyrics thread. so.
It’s the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything’s a mess.
There’s a restaurant down the street
Where hungry people like to eat
I could walk, but I’ll just drive
It’s colder than it looks outside.
It’s like a dream – you try to remember but it’s gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme’s gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that a guy my size might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
It’s the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Put the sprinkler on the lawn
And run through with my gym shorts on.
Take a drink right from the hose
And change into some drier clothes
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon.
It’s like a dream – you try to remember but it’s gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme’s gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that a guy my size might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Pinch Me
Pinch Me
Cos I’m still asleep.
Please God
Tell Me
That I’m still asleep
On an evening such as this
It’s hard to tell if I exist
If I Packed the car and leave this town
Who will notice that I’m not around?
I could hide out under there
I just made you say ‘underwear’
I could leave but I’ll just stay
All my stuff’s here anyway.
It’s like a dream – you try to remember but it’s gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Take your time cos the way I rhyme’s gonna make you smile, when ya
Realise that a guy my size might take a while, just to
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Try to figure out what all this is for.
Try to see the world beyond your front door.
Try to figure out what all this is for.
that’s pinch me, by BNL
Mr. Mistofolees
From Cats.
Rum Tum Tugger:
The greatest magicians
have something to learn
from Mr. Mistofolees’
conjuring turn
And we all say
Chorus:
Oh well
I never was there ever
a cat so clever as
magical Mr. Mistofolees
He is quite he small he is black
from his ears to the tip of his tail
he can sneak through the tiniest crack
he can walk on the narrowest rail
He can pick any card from the pack
he is equally cunning with dice
he is always deceiving you into believing
that he’s only hunting for mice.
He can play any trick with a cork
or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste
and if you look for a knife or fork
and you think it
is merely misplaced
You’ve seen it one moment
It is gone
You find it next week
lying out on the lawn
And we all say
Chorus x 2
Mr. Mistofolees:
My manor is vague and aloof
and you would think there was nobody shyer
but my voice has been heard on the roof
when I was curled up by the fire
And I’ve sometimes been heard by the fire
when I was about on the roof
At least they all heard
that somebody purred
which is incontestinal proof
Of my singular magical power
and I’ve known the family to call
me in from the garden for hours
when I was asleep in the hall
Rum Tum Tugger:
And not long ago
this fenomonal cat
produced saven kittens
right out of a hat
And we all say
Chorus
Repeat seven kittens verse
And we all say
Sing chorus gently
Repeat chorus loudly five times
Rum Tum Tugger:
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the magical
Mr. Mistofolees
Dramatic drumbeat
270-ooh, cats! that one’s my fav.
this is the one my mom sings all the time…
Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
232 – ALBUQUERQUE!
254 – Today I had that stuck in my head ALL HOMEROOM. Heh. I do like it, it’s just annoying.
255 – Me luffles Nickelback. Me no read lyrics because me afraid… (basically, I’m not allowed to listen to Rockstar. I know some of the words though..)
Aaaaand….. “SPOKESMAN” BY GOLDFINGER!
What happened to dignity
Did it go away again
Just like some worn-out trend
Will I still defend emotion
What happened to honesty
I never see it on the top ten
I only see it in what has been
And I still defend emotion
(Am I alone…)
Don’t wanna rest, I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
Don’t wanna test, I want to believe
The *BLEEP* singer of this song
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
What happened to integrity
I don’t see it on MTV
All I see is choreography
And I’ll never be a dancer
What happened to puberty
Baskin’ in insecurity
And who the **** is Felicity
‘Cause I’ve got problems of my own
(Am I alone…)
Don’t wanna rest, I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
Don’t wanna test, I want to believe
The *BLEEP* singer of this song
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
Don’t wanna rest, I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
Don’t wanna test, I want to believe
The *BLEEP* singer of this song
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman!
I don’t wanna rest, I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
DON’T WANNA HEAR A SPOKESMAN!
That song is on Tony Hawk’s Proskater 4. It is very good.
The Divided Heart
(Half my heart a gift of purity
Half my heart a deadly curse
Half will live in sweet obscurity
Half will take me to my hearse)
Two sided heart pushing to face another walk from the start
Shifting my soul to what was heaven before and now’s just a stain, a novelty no more
Passion and soul together deceiving my brain and I fall
But soon they will fade delighted by something else and now I rewind, one more time
Waiting for…
all my feelings now in vain
The Divided Heart!
Tearing me apart
The divided heart
Playing it’s game – for all these wasted years
I have been walking alone
All these years I have been carried away – carried away…
Your blood is mine, the shivers it’s sending me just right through my spine
Are gonna crawl, splitting my heart in two and haunting my soul – illusionned no more
Passion and soul together deceiving my brain and I fall
But soon they will fade delighted by something else and now I rewind, one more time
Waiting for all lights to fade away,
all my feelings now in vain
The Divided Heart!
Tearing me apart
The divided heart
Playing it’s game for all these wasted years
I have been walking alone
All these years I have been carried away – carried away
The tears that I don’t cry won’t fill my eyes but pain inside I feel is real
Pain is real until the day I’ll die
The divided heart
Tearing me apart
The divided heart
Playing it’s game for all these wasted years
I have been walking alone
All these years I have been carried away – carried away
Mystery!
All my life has been… a mystery!
You and I were never ever meant to be
That’s why I call my love for you a mystery
Different countries!
You and I have always lived in a different country
And I know that airline tickets don’t grow on a tree
So what kept us apart is plain for me to see
That much at least is not a mystery
Estuary!
I live on a houseboat on an estuary
Which is handy for my work with the Tamesis Port Authority
But I know you would have found it… insanitary
Insanitry…
Hated me!
I’d be foolish to ignore the possibility
That if we’d ever actually met, you might have taken a really violent dislike to me
Still, that’s not the only problem that I can see
Dead since 1993!
You’ve been dead now… wait a minute let me see
14 years come next JAN-uary
As a human being, you are history
So why do I still long for you?
Why is my love so strong for you?
Why did I write this song for you?
Well I guess it’s just… a mystery!
Mystery…
I ♥ Hugh Laurie.
Sit tight I’m gonna need you to keep time
Cmon just snap snap snap your fingers for me
Good good now we’re makin some progress
Cmon just taptap tap your toes to the beat.
And i believe this may call for a proper introduction and well
Don’t you see, I’m the narrator and this is just the proplogue…
[i have to get off now, this mystery song shall be continued [can you guess what it is???]]
275 – I KNOW! It’s The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage by Panic! At the Disco!!!!
YAY you get a pie and one of those big checks you see on the TV commercials [imagine exclamation points]
277-Thank you!
I’m in a P!ATD mood now…
please leave all overcoats canes, and tophats
With the doorman from that moment you’ll be out of place and underdressed,
I’m wrecking this evening already adn loving every minute ofn it
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and
[repeat]
when you’re in black slacks with essentuauting off-white pistripes, o-oh,
Everything goes according to plan.
[chorus]
I’m the new cancer
never looked better, you can’t stand it, cuz you say so under your breath
dear reading lips, when did he get so confident?
Haven’t wou heard of,
i’m the new cancer
never looked better and
you can’t stand it,
next is a trip to the
the ladie’s rroom in vain, and
i btcha just can’t keep iuop with the fashion stars and
tonigh tonight you aere you are,
oh whispering campaign and
i bet to them your name is cheap,
i bet to them you look like shhhhh
talk to the irror oh choke back tears
and keep telling yourself that i’m a diva
oh and the smoke in that cigarrette box
on the table it just so happens to be ;laced wiht nitro glycerin
[chorus]
Hven’t you heard that i’m the new cancer
i’ve never looked better and you can’t stand it
[repeatr`]
and i lnow and i know
it just doesn’t feel like anight out with no one sizign you up
io’ve never been so surrpeptitious oh of course i’ll be distracted when i strike the punch
[repeatt twice]
Whatever happened to my part?
It was exciting at the start…
Now we’re halfway through Act II
And I’ve had nothing yet to do
I’ve been offstage for far to long
It’s ages since I’ve had a song
This is one unhappy diva
The producers have deceived her
There is nothing I can sing from my heart
Whatever happened to my part?
I am sick of my career
Always starting second gear
Up to here, with frustration and with fears
I’ve no Grammy, no rewards
I’ve no Tony awards
I’m constantly replaced by Brittany Spears…
Whatever happened to my part?
I was a hit, now I don’t know
I’m with a bunch of British Knights
Prancing ’round in wooly tights!
I might as well go to the pub
They’ve been out searching for a shrub
Out shopping for a bush!
Well they can kiss my tush
It seems to me they’ve really lost the plot…
Whatever happened to my…
I’ll call my agent, dammit
Whatever happened to my
Not yours, not yours,
But my…
Part!
This is the lyrics to the EDITED version of Basketcase. I’ve never heard the original, but I know my dad really cut it up and moved lines around, just so you don’t get confused:
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neuronic (sp?) to the bone no doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She said my life’s a bore
So quit my whining ’cause it’s bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned
Ginny’s got a job,
Cat named Jake,
Thirty one candles on a birthday ckae,
Next year,
Thought by now, sh’ed have a man,
And two carseats in a minivan
But something’s gotta give. Hey
RANDOM LYRICS TYME!!!
YO!!!!
WAT A GWAAN!!!
HO!!!!
SEAN KINGSTON!!!
J.R.!
[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piña coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
Baby girl I know it’s rough but come wit me
We can take a trip to the hood
It’s no problem girl it’s my city
I could take you there
Little kid wit guns only 15
Roamin’ the streets up to no good
When gun shots just watch us, run quickly
I could show you where
As long you’re wit me
Baby you’ll be alright
I’m known in the ghetto
Girl just stay by my side
Or we can leave the slums go to paradise
Babe it’s up to you,
It’s whatever you like
[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piña coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
Shorty come wit me it’s no worry
I know the bad men them where I stay
Police fly pursuit in a hurry
This is no gun play
Don’t be scared in the West Indies
It’s Jamaica, that’s where I’m from
Might see something you’re not used to
Welcome to the slums
As long you’re wit me
Baby you’ll be alright
I’m known in the ghetto
Girl just stay by my side
Or we can leave the slums go to paradise
Babe it’s up to you,
It’s whatever you like
[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piña coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
Oh we (oh we)
Can go (can go)
To a place (to a place)
I know you gon’ like (oh oh oh)
The beach (the beach)
The breeze (the breeze)
West Indies, I call it paradise
[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piña coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya (I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya…)
I could take ya(I could take ya…)
Shorty I could take you there
I’ve done too much of some things
And not enough of others
Just like all life lovers
I’ve changed and changed
and changed and changed
From one thing to another
I’ve had complicated dealings
With complicated feelings
And I’ve cut and bruised and torn
I made blinds on the windows of my mind
with the time that my back once wore
I’m a single person in this universe
And I am here to say to you:
On the day that I die I’ll just give a smile
And fly into the blue
CHORUS
(Cause we’re all just)
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
Some nights I see the world with its winds and its whirls
And I feel undefeated
But every day I see that girl with that strawberry curl
And I’m too shy to meet her
Some nights I go to bed
There’s a ghost in the air above my head
And I tremble
Sometimes I eat KFC
Other times I give up meat
And I just eat lentils
I’m a singe soul on this big, blue bowl
And I am here to sing a song
About the day that I was born
Till the day that I’ll be gone
And the song won’t last for long
(Cause we’re all just…)
CHORUS
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
And enemy is a remedy to a malady in your melody
If you’re strong not brittle
And a friend is a friend
Is a friend to the end and it’s oh so simple
A man is a man and a woman is a woman
But the times we are living in demand
That a man can change from a man to a woman
And a woman can demand to be a man
We’re just flesh with socks and locks and frocks
And I am here to say to you
On the day that I die I’ll just give a smile and fly into the blue
(Cause we’re all just…)
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
(‘Cause we’re all just…)
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue
…And also:
The weekend is the weekend
And it’s sunny in the park
I’ll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark
I’ve got a lot of homework
But homework he can wait
I never start my homework till its already too late
My parents say think about your future and my teachers say the same
But it’s hard
When there’s a basketball game at the park
It’s 1998
And everybody’s saying:
“Harry, you’re gunna be a lawyer some day…â€
It’s Monday bloody Monday
And there’s two things I forgot
I forgot to do my homework
And I only got one sock
I’m halfway through a test
But I just can’t concentrate
While sitting next to Fontaine
I want to ask her on a date
I really want to start a conversation
But each time she walks past
I start choking on my pencil
And fall flat on my ass
I need to concentrate
If i dont get this grade
Then I might fail to be a lawyer someday
BRIDGE
But just right now
Can’t think of anything better to do
Than just sit down at the piano and a write this tune
And maybe later
Maybe later in the afternoon
I’ll sit back and relax
And think of all the things I’m going to do…
CHORUS
Someday…
I’ll buy an old car
Someday…
I’ll get that car to start
Someday…
I’ll learn how to drive too
And then Someday…
Imagine all the things I could do.
(That was 1998 now
Bring it forward to the present day now
Cause some things have changed
but some things [some things]
don’t change [don’t change]
check it out [check it out])
The weekend is the weekend
And it’s sunny in the park
I’ll stay here with my beer and fish ‘n’ chips till it gets dark
I just saw Peter Parsons
Who used to be in my class
I always gave him wedgies cause I thought he worked too hard
He said, “Harry, life is great –
I feel so happy these days –
I’m a litigation lawyer –
So I got it made
I’m going out with Fontaine
Rememer her from tenth grade?
I drive a Porsche so I can’t complain…â€
BRIDGE
sh**! And look at me can’t think of anything better to do
That just sit down at the piano and write this tune
And maybe later
Maybe later in the afternoon
I’ll sit back and relax and think of all the things I’m going to do…
F is for flyboys, pick out the smart ones
U is for undead Ari,
N is for no bird hybrids,
all inside Max Ride Three
[brief musical score]
F is for Fang, leaving Max [with the Gasman]
U is for un-jarred cookies,
N is for Nudge hacking into computers,
all inside Max Ride Three
285- OMG LOL do one to the tune of… something cool. And max ride-y.
285 – Squeeeee.
These are exerpts from “Where Do You Think You’re Going In That” by Kelly’s Mom.
{ Cut Lyrics }
Oh no.
(Music starts)
Excuse me!
Where do you think you’re going in that?
You’re gunna march right upstairs,
that’s what you’re gunna do.
March it.
Is that a tattoo?
Tattoos are from the devil.
Tattoos are from the devil.
The devil.
[Where Do You Think You’re Going In That?
You’re gunna march up to your room.
I’m so flustered.
You’re gunna march it woman.
March, march, march.
And change your clothes.
Is that a tattoo?
Tattoos are from the devil.
You don’t even know Chinese.
Why are you wearing that?
You’re watching too much of the
H-B-O
Too much HBO
[ Cut Lyrics }
You need to change that, missy.
{Cut Lyrics}
and that means I’m gunna be a grandmother.
And you know what?
That’ll be the seed of the devil.
{Cut Lyrics}
The devil
One song
Glory
One song
Before I go
Glory
One song to leave behind
Find one song
One last refrain
Glory
From the pretty boy front man
Who wasted opportunity
One song
He had the world at his feet
Glory
In the eyes of a young girl
A young girl
Find glory
Beyond the cheap colored lights
One song
Before the sun sets
Glory – on another empty life
Time flies – time dies
Glory – One blaze of glory
One blaze of glory – glory
Find
Glory
In a song that rings true
Truth like a blazing fire
An eternal flame
Find
One song
A song about love
Glory
From the soul of a young man
A young man
Find
The one song
Before the virus takes hold
Glory
Like a sunset
One song
To redeem this empty life
Time flies
And then – no need to endure anymore
Time dies
Reach For Me Now- Cirque du Soleil
Reach for me now,
I’m here alone for you.
All that I want,
is your warm hand in mine.
Whisper your name,
please let me hear your voice.
Don’t drift away,
come hold me in your arms.
I’m yours forever,
your all I’m searching for.
Don’t let the storm take you away far from shore.
Cry out my name,
I want to hear your voice.
All that I need is your gentle hand in mine.
Reach for me now,
your all I’m longing for.
Don’t let the storm take us far away from shore.
All that I want is your warm hand in mine,
Don’t drift away.
Come and hold me in your arms
Pass the turkey round the circle
Quickly as you can
When the song stops you will have a
Turkey in your hand!
*kids laugh a lot*
I’m A Lucky One (Tru Rez Crew)
This is for my native american people, nation wide,
I’m A lucky one, my parents were always there
I’m amazed with their ways, made me bear to care
cherish, like a 24 karat gold I wear it, let me share every time that there’s peace in the air. Warm like fleece when our teeth we bear
If i’m smilin when i’m wiling then it must be a dare
If you bringin up beef, native pull up a chair
I’m the chief at this table and able to hold your stare
No relief when we start, life is never fair
You could get caught in the snare like you got caught in the ware.
Adrenaline flows and noses start to flare
I know what youre thinking cause I use to be there
I could go to any reservation in the world
Have respect for every man and woman boy and
I flaunt for sure cause i’m an entrepreneur
But if you prefer I’m humble like the one that you were.
Chorus:
(I’m a lucky one) Don’t look back don’t you ever look back don’t look back (and I wont look back) x4
Got to look towards the future
I blame no one, all that i can change is my self
but i wasted out the week instead of watchin my health
Instead of climbin the peak I just dwelled in my wealth
I fell in ways i seek through the pain I felt
reminiscing the past, where the relationships melt
All the seasons done past when I last lost count
I got no reason to laugh though I’m the last to pout
and I carry lots of flow, no matter what the cost.
We spent and flossed, when we chose to covet
And we drank it soft, when we rose above it
All our paths were crossed and like a rose we loved it
Yo I’ll meet you at the summit when we spit flows in public
Never have to climb cause we once were kings
Like my native men well locked down till spring
He’ll be back a year older when the birds start to sing
and we’ll change the whole world with the hope we bring
Bridge- This is dedicated to those among us
Who rose above us because they chose to love us
And when we didn’t push ourselves they were first to shove us
Sent from the sky to give birth to the toughest x4
Yeah, keep your heads held high and never ever look back
CHORUS
Helloo, anyone home? Post here for petes sake.
“Another Hole In the Head” by Nickelback
I’m through
Thinking of things to say to you
It’s true
I’ve had enough and so have you
Just drive
You slam the door and so do I
Tongue-tied
From all the little things
And they’re the reason that I scream
I needed you
Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head
Was I mean to you
Car keys in your hand I believe that you would leave me for dead
Your turn
You’d rather leave than live and learn
That’s why
You want an end and so do I
This time
I’ll leave and leave it all behind
Tongue-tied
From all the little things
And their the reason that I scream
I needed you
Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head
Was I mean to you
Car keys in your hand I believe that you will leave me for dead
I believe that you would leave me for dead
I’m through
Thinking of things to say to you
It’s true
I’ve said enough and so have you
Just drive
You slam the door and so do I
Tounge-tied
From all the little things
And they’re the reason that I scream
I needed you
Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head
Was I mean to you
Car keys in your hand I believe that you would leave me for dead
I needed you
Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head
Was I mean to you
Car keys in your hand I believe that you would leave me for dead
I believe that you would leave me for dead
I believe that you would leave me for dead
White Pearl, Black Oceans
Sonata Arctica
I was born and raised by the sea, shy yet proud,
Learned to stay away from the crowd
In my home, my lighthouse…
101 steps round and down
New Years Eve, one night on the town
Can change one life into eternity…
All I could see, her eyes,
We got caught in the moment, all of the night
Taken beyond all lines,
In silence leaving ’em all behind
She had found the sails, for the following night
The town, for her, was getting way too small
She promised to be mine
Forever, …for that one night…
Moments, passion, small defeats
Concealed emotions, found in me
“You gave life to a brand new me…”
Crossing the wintry fields,
The first hour of morning light
Warmed by the flame inside,
The lasting memory of the ending night
I never had a chance to stop what hit me…
What broke my bones and mauled me…
After hours of deep, unwilling sleep… in a cold shelter
Fell back in the dark, and the hours of the day passed…
A nightmare awakes me, blinking light!
There’s no guide, blind ships in the night
Oh blood red moon, eat away the night
Darkness covers my lonely soul,
No one to feed the dying light…
Good morn’, oh dreadful day,
I prayed the moon had lit the sea instead of me…
For the sails of night,
“Please tell me everything’s alright…”
My voice in the room broke the silence,
Everybody killed me with their eyes…
What I was to hear made the people cry,
Impossible for me to keep the tears inside
“All on board the White Pearl have died,
Coastal reef has tolled their lives
And you are the light of the night…”
One thing, I remember, before I fell on the ground…
Although I never saw the face,
A name was inked in his arm…
Love can be like poetry of demons, or maybe
God loves complex irony?
The family name stated I had seen before…
Written on her front door…
“Silence in the courthouse!”
A presence in the room, we both could feel
The father of her unborn child and me
All on board the White Pearl have died,
Coastal reef have tolled their lives
While I was the guide light…
Back in my tower, run, run, run
Light is out, I hope to see
Black oceans beneath rise and swallow me
One step will take me back inside, another sees my end
No one can love a man who guarded the light
That died one faithful night, so many lives…
Flaming eyes I must confront before I’m stated free
Defining innocence is hell, after all that has past…
Building new walls inside my eternal night…
Although they took my heart and dried me up
Sometimes I still bleed…
Show me the way
The light will show me a way on the grisly reefs
Too many dead ends I see
No soul can save me
The respect I lost, the measure of a man…
10000 steps down, round and round
One night at the town and I’m hell bound
Black oceans beneath come and swallow me
All on the board White Pearl had died,
Coastal reef come claim my life
Black oceans beneath come and swallow me
My little tower, seal my fate
Help me pay back, end their hate
Black oceans beneath come and swallow me
One direction, down, down, down
Pitch black night for my old town
Black oceans beneath shall now swallow me
[SPOKEN:]
I hereby commit thy body to the deep
To be turned into corruption
Looking for a resurrection of the body
When the sea shall give up her dead
And the life of the world to come, through our Lord
Amen
I SAID I HAD IT ON MUSIC THRED. Now, it is revealed
Soulja boy off in this h*
Watch me it
Watch me roll
Watch me that soulja boy
Then super man that h*
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
[Verse 1:]
Soulja boy off in this h*
Watch me lean and watch me rock
Super man that h*
Then watch me that Robocop
Super fresh, now watch me jock
Jocking on them rs man
When I do that soulja boy
I lean to the left and that thang
(now you)
I’m jocking on your b***** a**
And if we get the fighting
Then I’m c****** on your b**** a**
You catch me at your local party
Yes I it everyday
Haters getting mad cause
“I got me some bathing apes”
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I’m bouncing on my toe
Watch me super soak that h*
I’m gonna pass it to Arab
Then he’s gonna pass it to don loc (loc)
Haters wanna be me
Soulja boy, I’m the man
They be looking at my neck
Saying it’s the rubber band man (man)
Watch me do it (watch me do it)
Dance (dance)
Let get to it (let get to it)
Nope, you can’t do it like me
H*, so don’t do it like me
Folk, I see you tryna do it like me
Man that s*** was ugly
[Chorus x4]
[Hook:]
Aim to clean off in this h*
Watch me it
Watch me roll
Watch me that Roosevelt
And super soak that H* [x10]
Aim to fresh up in this b****
Watch me shuffle
Watch me jig
Watch me my shoulder work
Super man that b**** [x6]
[Chorus]
296 – Egad. You actually posted the lyrics to it. *horrified*
And they played THAT in PE.
Unless it was some sort of “clean” version…..
(297)-You can’t understand most of the words anyway…
My friends like to do the soulja boy t-rex, which is rather hilarious.
So anyway…Does anybody else besides me have the annoying habit of remembering lyrics and never forgetting them?
(255)-ARRRGH!!! *kills it* That song annoyes me very much. You’d think they would have stopped playing it already….
If I ever become a rock star, I will not be like that.
To unexplain the unforgivable,
drain all the blood,
and give the kids a show.
By streetlight,
this dark night,
a séance down below.
There are thing that I have done
that you never
should ever know.
Chorus: And without you is how I disappear
and live my life alone forever now.
And without you is how I disappear
and live my life alone forever now.
Who walks among the famous living dead
Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed
And if you could talk to me
Tell me if it’s so
That all the good girls go to heaven
Well heaven knows
(chorus)
Can you hear me cry out to you,
words I thought I’d choke on
Figure out I’m really not so with you anymore
I’m just a ghost
so I can’t hurt you anymore,
so I can’t hurt you anymore!
(guitar)
And now, you wanna see how far down, I can sink? LET ME GO!
So you can
Well now so
You can
I’m so far away from you
Well now so
You can
And without you is how I disappear,
and without you is how I disappear
Forever
Forever now ~My Chemical Romance
Oh, and I am not emo, so no snide comments.
299 – I bow before you, o awesome one. *bows*
I love MCR, and generally I don’t know of anyone else who does…
Silly emo children XP
I hate “Weird Al” with a fiery passion. Seeing “Gump” and “Albuquerque” on here made me die a little inside.
…But “Soulja Boy” made me die even more.
Anyhoo, new favourite song. I heard for the first time last night (live, no less), and it kills me to listen to it.
Sitting at the edge of a dream
There’s nothing before me but my feet
I’ll let the dark into my eyes yet wander brightly in my mind
Keep a somber eye on me
Protect me as I grow in sweet sleep
I’ll keep my innocence locked in daisy chains
And spend my spring days in the shade
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Sitting on the edge of a dream
There’s nothing before me but my feet
And if I slipped away, would you remember me as more than scenes in your sleep?
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
Lay with me and untie all your daisy chains
Set the petals on the breeze blowing by our tree
Rustling the leaves so loud I have to scream,
“I love it when it’s just you and I”
You and I
Just us two
Tell me things will never change, oh Dinah, dear
I hope in twenty years I’ll be right here
With you in the sunshine
And the birds will sing a reprise of songs gone by
You and I, oh Dinah, dear
This song (albeit of late) defines my summer, which was by far the best three months of my entire petty life.
But see…things did change. That’s why it kills me.
Deck the Halls
Deck the halls with kerosene,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Light a match and watch it gleam,
Fa la la la la, la lal al a.
Watch the school go down in ashes,
Fa la la la la la la la la,
Aren’t you glad we played with matches?
Fa la la la la, la la la la!
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Joy to the World
Joy to the world, the teacher is dead!
We barbequed her head!
Don’t worry about the body,
We fluc=shed it down he potty,
And ’round and ’round it goes,
And ’round and round it goes, etc….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Simpy charming, aren’t I?!
302– Lovely. Though I prefer my angry/cynical music to be rather energetic. If I’m just in a general FTW kind of a mood, I tend to listen to Reel Big Fish. Sadly, I cannot post many (if any) of their lyrics up here. At least of the songs that truly help.
303-Funny, when I’m in a FTW mood I listen to My Chemical Romance. But I can’t obviously post that here. Do’h!
Here’s part of a song I wrote last night. No tune yet, but just wanted to show it. You can tell it ain’t poetry. I guess you can kind of use the tune of Strut by the Cheetah Girls, that works a bit.
Do it like it’s never been done
Be the envy of everyone
Actin’ like you’re having so much fun
And now you’ve just begun
Strut down the street in designer clothes
Turn around and strike a pose
Relish the crowd cause they be all yours
Buy new stuff and strut summore
Singin’ and dancin’ and laughin’ and playin dumb
But you know who’s really inside
Someone who you want to hide
Get up now and do her right
Because you’re life’s a lie
Inside you know you’re really deep
LIfe’s not a game so don’t sleep
Etc. Etc. Etc. It’s horrid, I know. I think it might be about a popular kid. I just felt like writing it down.
I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets n everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on every body’s nerves and this is how it goes! etc.
[Yup. It got on our nerves, too. So some snippage seemed in order. –Rebecca]
301- Ooh, wot’s the title/artist? Yay for the Alice in Wonderland reference. I like those lyrics.
I heard a song on the radio last sunday, on a program with just music for the Solstice. I really liked it, but I only remember one line really, “[lalala] bring us back to summer’s light.” It was repeated a bit. What complicates it a bit more is it was on a Michigan radio station, attempts with google have failed. Any help?
Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
Oh, it should’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go.
Oh, it could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, the windshield was broken but I love the fresh air y’know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know, oh!
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we talked about nothing which was more than I wanted you to know-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!
Oh! It would’ve been, could’ve been worse than it had even gone
Well, the car was on blocks, but I was already where I want.
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh if the world don’t like us it’ll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old.
Now here we go!
Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying “See it wasn’t quite as bad as”
Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong,
It wasn’t like I’d let it go, oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh.
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show.
Yeah, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)
Hard-wired to concieve, so much we’d have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants.
Don’t wear eyelids so I don’t miss the last laugh of this show.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!
Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying “See it wasn’t quite as bad as”
Oh it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
307- Modest Mouse! Whee! I like that song. I wish I had the cd, I only have Good News For People Who Love Bad News.
4…3…2…1
They see me on the cover of a magazine
And when the player rolls on the big screen
So what about they running up to me
Like hey girl don’t you remember me
We used to hang together back in middle school
I’m thinking yeah that’s great, but who are you
They seem to ask the same questions every time
And I help em’ out, help em’ out, bring em’ round’
You try and pretend like you really know me cause
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up
You wanna friend me up (Oh Oh Uh No)
You wanna friend me up (I don’t think so)
You wanna friend me up (You say don’t front)
You wanna friend me up (Oh Uh)
You wanna friend me up
You say you like my style, personality
And you wanna try and get to know more bout me
I’m different from other girls, not like the rest
And if time was a star, ___
Then all of a sudden you start changing, rearranging, oh you were
And then you start doing things so peculiar like it could have used me cause I’m a star
You try and pretend like you really know me cause
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up
You wanna friend me up (Oh Oh Uh No)
You wanna friend me up (I don’t think so)
You wanna friend me up (You say don’t front)
You wanna friend me up (Oh Uh)
You wanna friend me up
Don’t pretend that you’re my friend cause I can see that you’re trying friend me up
Don’t pretend that you’re my friend cause I can see that you’re trying friend me up
You try and pretend like you really know me cause
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up
You try and pretend like you really know me cause
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up
You try and pretend like you really know me cause (No ooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh)
You wanna try and get something from me but I know what’s up (Nooooo)
You wanna friend me up (Oh Oh Uh No)
You wanna friend me up (I don’t think so)
You wanna friend me up (You say don’t front)
You wanna friend me up (Oh you wanna friend me up)
You wanna friend me up (Oh Oh Uh No)
You wanna friend me up (I can see that you)
You wanna friend me up (Don’t front)
You wanna friend me up (You wanna friend me up)
You wanna friend me up
You You You You wanna friend me up x5
Ah, another rich, famous person singing about the problems of being rich and famous.
Complain, complain, complain! (Although she complains in a very stylish way and in a very pretty voice). There’s more complaining on her album, you know…
Ha-ha ha-ha ha
Ha-ha ha ha
Ha-ha ha-ha ha
Ha-ha ha ha
I turned thirteen I can keep company
He comes over and sits with me
We watch movies, go online
Unrestricted parental guidance
Everyday that’s how we be, had all his attention on me
‘Till my pops got me that new Playstation 3
And a twenty-inch flat HD
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden
‘Cause that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
It’s either me or that TV
Put down that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
He don’t come just to see me
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden, oh
I was cool, we’d share it at first, you know
Now I’m taking this personal, hands on my hip, muggin’, neck rollin’
Snatched the controller, game over
He was cool but he flipped on me, now I see how it’s gon’ be
tried to act up, played his card like a school ID
Made him bounce, he don’t really want me
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden
‘Cause that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
It’s either me or that TV
Put down that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
He don’t come just to see me
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden, oh
Mr. No Good, video game addicted,
The type that I should have known not to mess with
I had his heart, his number one chick (now it’s over)
So he couldn’t have been that committed
It’s like I wasn’t even in the room, he was all up in that
“tick, tick, boom”
How you ‘gon worry ’bout first and ten, all I’m sayin’,
You really should have put this ten first
Ha-ha ha-ha ha
Ha-ha ha ha
‘Cause that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
It’s either me or that TV
Put down that joystick, messed around and took my boyfriend
Them games be makin’ me so sick, ’cause I can’t compete
He don’t come just to see me
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden,
That’s why I, I hate Madden, that’s why I, I hate madden, oh
310- Being famous is problematic, but I can’t imagine why someone would hate being rich.
Maybe because having one makes you both? If you’re rich, you become famous. If you’re famous, people give you money and gifts and suchlike. Either way everbody is trying to get something from you.
I would most definetly would not want to be famous. If you were, you wouldn’t even be able to go to the grocery store without being bombarded by people. It would become maddening.
Well, since it’s Christmas, ‘m going to post my favorite christmas song!
THE GIFT
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few moments passed till she saw it
For its feathers were covered with sand
But soon clean and wrapped it was traveling
In the warmth of Maria’s small hand
She happily gave her last peso
On a cage made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the market
And watched it grow stronger with time
Now the gift giving service was coming
And the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolks brought presents
To lay by the manger that night
There were diamonds and incense and perfumes
In packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small cage
Maria had nothing to bring
She waited ’til just before midnight
So no one would see her go in
And crying she knelt by the manger
For her gift was unworthy of Him
Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness
“Maria, what brings you to me?
If the bird in the cage is your offering,
Open the door and let me see.”
Though she trembled, she did as He asked her
And out of the cage the bird flew
Soaring up into the rafters
On a wing that had healed good as new
Just then the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to sing
A song that no words could recapture
Whose beauty was fit for a king
Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offerings was lifted to heaven
By the very first nightingale’s song
Here’s a nice one for the holiday season:
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don’t want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door, that’s the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegeterian
There’s lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I’d feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuseses
And hippopotamuses like me too!
I was out christmas shopping last week and I saw Santa Claus set up there. Well, I have this song memorized, so I went and sat on his lap. He says, “Well, what do you want for Christmas this year, miss?” And I… well, I start sing this song. I didn’t do the entire thing, but just enough to creep him out.
fun fun fun.
Unwind
By P!nk
I hide my pain like the rest of them
that’s why I’m always laughing
I’m troubled, I’m brilliant, and miserable too
that’s why I am so funny
I swallowed down
all my fears
with a bottle made of silver
I’ve only been here for
27 years
but already my life is over
CHORUS:
And I need
to unwind
yes and I
need to unwind
yes and I
want all the time
to be loved
to unwind
My life is like a fairy tale
that nobody believes in
I can’t remember anything
not the people
not the places I been
Just one more day
you can make it babe
that’s what I tell myself
and everything that I love in life
is killing me
cause it’s bad for my health
CHORUS
Somebody comfort
S-Southern comfort me
Oh
Somebody comfort me
E-yeah
E-yeah
CHORUS (slower pace)
CHORUS (faster pace)
Repeat comfort me lines
Oh-oh-ooh-Yeah
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
(And how I wonder whether anyone can make sence of this song).
From the day we arrive on this planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There is more to see than could ever be seen
More to do than could ever be done
Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars
There is just so much to take in here
More to find than could ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the saphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round-
It’s the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Until we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle,
The Circle of Life
-The Lion King, once of the best musicals ever!
I lurve The Lion King!
It’s my most favorite story ever! 
My “The Lion King” is Awesome Song
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever
If you don’t agree then you will now get pied
The Lion King is better then the best thing you ever saw
because
The Lion King is the bestest movie ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wander
Kamelot
I recall one summer’s night
Within the month of June
Flowers in mahogany hair
And smell of earth in bloom
Only such a melody
Comes without a sound
More than faintly heard by those
Who know what they have found
Now it’s just a memory…
Silently we wander,
Into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her
But she will be my guiding light
Silently we wander,
In search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here
Along the way
From morning to night…
Meet me by the wishing well
In cover of the moon
Whisper to me tenderly
That I will see you soon
Sing that song from long ago
So I remember you
Flowers in mahogany hair
And mellow days in June
Only for the memory…
Silently we wander
Into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her
But she will be my guiding light
Silently we wander
In search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here
Along the way
From morning to night
From ashes we were born
In silence we unite
[repeat ‘Silently we wander verses 3x, fade, soft instrumentals]
“People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
We are all made of stars”
-Moby
“Tonight” by Keke Palmer (from the soundtrack of Night at the Museum)
[Chorus:]
Tonight is the right night,
everybody’s all right.
‘Yo feel it in my bones, we gonna make it out of sight.
So if you’re ready, go party ’till it the daylight. Comin’ alive with me.
(Comin’ alive with me.)
Baby, don’t be shy, it’s time to come alive. Yeah, have a good time, so get your hands high.
Groove ’cause it feels right, under the moonlight. Nod your head with me. (Nod your head with me.)
[Keke:]
When the nighttime comes, we go wild. Madness under the moon is our style. Do what we want, the magic is right. This party under the morning in light.
[Cham:]
On and on and ononon and on and,
On and on and ononon till the mornin’.
Until the sun comes we keep ballin’.
Me and my darlin’ dream till we fallin’
On and on and ononon and on and
On and on and ononon till the mornin’
[something] the night is still young
We gonna party till the party done!
[KeKe:]
Come with me, let’s get away, out all night, and sleep all day. I don’t care what people saying. Goin’ and goin’ and goin’ my way. After dark, we get it poppin’. Once it comes, the life, there’s no stoppin’. Hit the feeling, catch the flow. Of the nighttime groove, here it goes. Tonight is the right night, everybody’s all right. ‘Yo feel it in my bones, we gonna make it out of sight. So if you’re ready, go party ’till it the daylight. Comin’ alive with me. (Comin’ alive with me.) Baby, don’t be shy, it’s time to come alive. Yeah, have a good time, so get your hands high. Groove ’cause it feels right, under the moonlight. Nod your head with me. (Nod your head with me.)
[Cham:]
Y’all is slippin’ on a pina colada, build in dunno in a full suit of water, she all can know what she got from her mother, club is on fire, but no need for water. Ooh, everybody’s ravin’, girls on the dance floor misbehavin’. Nobody discover the switch, everybody close up, so you know what everyone is cravin’. Hey!
[Keke:]
When the nighttime comes, we go wild. Madness under the moon is our style. Do what we want, the magic is right. This party under the morning in light.
[Chorus:]
Tonight is the right night, everybody’s all right. ‘Yo feel it in my bones, we gonna make it out of sight. So if you’re ready, go party ’till it the daylight. Comin’ alive with me. (Comin’ alive with me.) Baby, don’t be shy, it’s time to come alive. Yeah, have a good time, so get your hands high. Groove ’cause it feels right, under the moonlight. Nod your head with me. (Nod your head with me.) [x2]
This is all said in maybe two breaths.
I want to go in a space ship
I want to throw m&ms in the air
I want to go in a space ship
SpaceShipOne, won’t you please take me there?
Wow, i haven’t posted since 254.
Soundgarden)
Black Hole Sun
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
‘Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I’ll hear you
Scream again
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
(x2)
“A whole new world, with new horizions to persue
I’ll chase them anywhere, there’s time to spare
‘Cause now I’m in a whole new world with you
I’m like a shooting star-
I’ve come so far,
I can’t go back to where I used to be”
-From Aladdin
She was talking about love, but it can also describe exploration very nicely.
To the tune of the Farmer in the Dell
Above
About
Across
After
Against
Along
Amid
Among
Around
At
Before
Behind
Beneth
Below
Beside
Besides
Between
Beyond
By
During
Down
Except
For
From
In
Into
Near
Of
Off
Over
Through
Throughout
Till
To
Toward
Under
Until
Unto
Up
Upon
With
Within
Without
Are prepositions everyone
Hey!
So clever
Whatever
I’m done with these endeavors
Alone I walk the winding way
(Here I stay)
It’s over
No longer
I feel it growing stronger
I live to die another day
Until I fade away
Why give up?
Why give in?
It’s not enough
It never is
So I will go on until the end
We’ve become desolate
It’s not enough
It never is
But I will go on until the end
Surround me
It’s easy
To fall apart completely
I feel you creeping up again
(in my head)
It’s over
No longer
I feel it growing colder
I knew this day would come to end
So let this life begin
Why give up?
Why give in?
It’s not enough
It never is
So I will go on until the end
We’ve become desolate
It’s not enough
It never is
But I will go on until the end
I’ve lost my way
I’ve lost my way
But I will go on until the end
Living is
Hard enough
Without you ****ing up
Why give up?
Why give in?
It’s not enough
It never is
So I will go on until the end
We’ve become desolate
It’s not enough
It never is
But I will go on until the end
I’ve lost my way
I’ve lost my way
But I will go on until the end
The final fight I’ll win
The final fight I’ll win
The final fight I’ll win
I will go on until the end
“Until the End” – Breaking Benjamin
Dang it, once again I posted under my alter ego. Now all is ruined.
Yes, I am “I be a shipmate”.
No one posts here but me…
Broken this fragile thing now
And I can’t
I can’t pick up the pieces
And I’ve thrown my words all around
But I can’t
I can’t give you a reason
I feel so broken up
And I give up
I just want to tell you so you know
Here I go
scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go,
but there’s just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only
my only one
Made my mistakes let you down
And I can’t
I can’t hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can’t
I can’t get up when you’re gone
And something’s breaking up
I feel like giving up
I won’t walk out until you know
Here I go
scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go
but there’s just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only one
Here I go
so dishonestly leave a note
for you my only one
and I know
you can see right through me
so let me go
and you will find someone
Here I go
scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go
there’s just no one like you
You are my only one
Artist: Bjork
Album: Vespertine
Year: 2001
Title: Aurora Print
Correct
Treading
The glacier head
Looking hard for
Moments of shine
From twilight
To twilight
Ahhhhh…
Utter mundane
Aurora
Goddess sparkle
Shoot me
Beyond this suffer
The need
Is great
Aurora
Ahhhh…
Utter mundane
Aurora
Goddess sparkle
A mountain shade
Suggests your shape
I tumbled down
On my knees
Fill the mouth
With snow
The way it melts
I wish
To melt
Into you
Aurora
Ahhh…
Utter mundane
Spark the sun off
Spark the sun off
Spark the sun off
Spark the sun off me
“It’s a shame that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it’s shroud over all we have known
Unaware how their ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we’re all alone
In our dream of the proud.”
-Pink Floyd, On the Turning Away
I’m thinking of prefacing Conspiracy Wars with that quote.
Blackbird
Oh if I was a blackbird, I’d whistle and sing,
I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in,
And in the top rigging I’d there build my nest
And I’d pillow my head on his lilly white breast.
I am a young maiden and my stoy is sad,
For once I was courted by a brave sailor lad.
He courted me strongly, by night and by day,
But now my dear sailor has gone far away.
He promised to take me to Donnybrook fair,
To buy me red ribbons to tie up my hair,
And when he’d return from the ocean so wide,
He’d take me and make me his own loving bride.
His parents they slight me and will not agree,
That I and my sailor married shall be,
But when he comes home I will greet him with joy
And I’ll take to my bosom my dear sailor boy.
Oh if I was a blackbird I’d whistle and sing,
I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in,
And in the top rigging I’d there build my nest,
And I’d pillow my head on his lilly white breast.
————-
There you go, a tale of slighted love. Just for Valentie’s day.
I’m not sure what to type, but since it’s near Valentine’s Day:
… I came here by day, but I left here in darkness
And found you, found you on the way
And now, it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I’ll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me
As you’re longing to sing
So I… I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold
I will lift up your voice as I sink
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I’ll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Cold in life’s throws, I’ll fall asleep for you
Cold in life’s throws, I only ask you turn away
Cold in life’s throws, I’ll fall asleep for you
Cold in life’s throws, I only ask you turn
As they seep… into me, oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I’ll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me)
Your sins into me… oh
Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I’ll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into…
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
——
Silver and Cold by A.F.I
I don’t know if these are all right, but I had to look ’em up so..
We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight
And we can settle
This affair
If you would shed your yellow take my hand and then
We’ll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle
Of revenge
Please understand it has to be this way
Stand
Up ****ing tall don’t let them see your back and take
My ****ing hand and never be afraid again
We’ve only got one chance to put this at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said
We’re not
Celebrities we spark and fade they die by threes
I’ll make you
Understand
And you can trade me for an apparition
Stand
Up ****ing tall don’t let them see your back and take
My ****ing hand and never
Trust
you said
Who put the words in your head
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take my ****ing hand
Take my ****ing –
Stand
Up ****ing tall don’t let them see your back and take
My ****ing hand and never be afraid again
Just because my hand’s around your throat
Yup, that’s eight times, no?
Our Lady of Sorrows – My Chemical Romance
*copies and pastes*
A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and qui-gon jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didnt thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met jar jar and boss nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to theed to see the queen
We all wound up on tatooine
Thats where we found this boy…
Oh my my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Soon Im gonna be a jedi
Did you know this junkyard slave
Isnt even old enough to shave
And he can use the force, they say
Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though hes just nine and shes fourteen
Yah, hes probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I knew he built c-3po
And Ive heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, its true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin ace
And the minute jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin …
My my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Soon Im gonna be a jedi
Now we finally got to coruscant
The jedi council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the force?
They interview the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because yoda sensed in him much fear
And qui-gon said now listen here
Just stick it in your pointy ear
I still will teach this boy
He was singin …
My my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Soon Im gonna be a jedi
We caught a ride back to naboo
cause queen amidala wanted to
I frankly wouldve liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasnt long at all before
Little hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin
The battle droids were broken
And the jedi I admire most
Met up with darth maul and now hes toast
Well, Im still here and hes a ghost
I guess Ill train this boy
And I was singin …
My my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Soon Im gonna be a jedi
We were singin …
My my this here anakin guy
May be vader someday later – now hes just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin soon Im gonna be a jedi
Sorry for any misspellings, as I said, I copied and pasted. Also here too:
here’s a llama
there’s a llama
and another little llama
fuzzy llama
funny llama
llama llama
duck
llama llama
cheesecake
llama
tablet
brick
potato
llama
llama llama
mushroom
llama
llama llama
duck
i was once a treehouse
i lived in a cake
but i never saw the way
the orange slayed the rake
i was only three years dead
but it told a tale
and now listen, little child
to the safety rail
did you ever see a llama
kiss a llama
on the llama
llama’s llama
tastes of llama
llama llama
duck
half a llama
twice the llama
not a llama
farmer
llama
llama in a car
alarm a llama
llama
duck
is THIS how it’s told now?
is it all so old?
is it made of lemon juice?
doorknob
ankle
cold
now my song is getting thin
i’ve run out of luck
time for me to retire now
and become a duck
335-AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :x:x:x:x NEVER SING THOSE SONGS!
*tick tick tick tick*
Snape
Snape
Severus Snape
Snape
Snape
Severus Snape
etc.
337–omg me and my friends are obsessed with that!!!
now for a completly random song:
Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Indianapolis Indiana
and Columbus is the capital of Ohio,
There’s Montgomery, Alabama south of Helena, Montana,
then there’s Denver, Colorado under Boise Idaho.
Texas has Austin, then we go north, to Massachusetts, Boston and Albany, New York
Tallahassee, Florida and Washington D.C.,
Santa Fe, New Mexica and Nashville Tennessee
(Elvis used to hang out there a lot you know)
Treton’s in New Jersey north of Jefferson, Missori
You’ve got Richmond in Virginia, South Dakota has Pierre
Harrisburgs in Pennsylvania and Agusta’s up in Maine,
and here is Providence, Rhode Island next to Dover, Delaware.
Concord, New Hampshire just a quick jaunt
to Montpelier which is up in Vermont
Hartford’s in Connecticut so pretty in the fall
and Kansas has Topeka, Minnisota has St. Paul
Juneua’s in Alaska and there’s Lincoln in Nebraska
And it’s Raleigh out in North Carolina and then
there’s Madison Wisconsin and Olympia in Washington,
Phonex, Arizona and Lansing, Michigan.
Here’s Honolulu, Hawaii’s a joy,
Jackson Mississippi and Springfeild, Illinois
South Carolina with Columbia down the way
and Annapolis in Maryland on Chesapeke Bay
(they have wonderful clam chowder)
Cheyene is in Wyoming and perhaps you make your home in Salt Lake City out in Utah whare the buffalo roam!
Atlanta’s down in Georgia and there’s Bismark, North Dakota,
and you can live in Frankfort in your old Kentucky home.
Salem in Oregon, from there we join,
Little Rock in Arkansas, Iowa’s got Des Moines,
Sacramento, California, Oklahoma and it’s city
Charleston, West Virginia and Nevada, Carson City
That’s all the capitals there are!
My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors – Moxy Fruvous
(Dave)
Well you should see my story reading baby, you should hear the things that she says,
She says “Hon, drop dead, I’d rather go to bed with Gabriel Garcia Marquez.”
(Mike in funny voice)
Uhh-huh!
(Dave)
Cuddle up with William S. Burrows, leave on the light for Bell Hooks,
I’ve been flirtin’ with Pierre Burton ’cause he’s so smart in his books
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
My heart’s so broke and bleedin’
(Dave)
Baby’s just sitting there
(Murray)
doing some reading
(Dave)
So I started watching some TV, played my new cd player too,
She said: “Turn it off or I’ll call the cops and I’ll throw the book at you.”
All this arguing made me get dizzy, called my doctor to come have a look
I said: “Doctor hurry!” He said:
(Murray)
“Don’t worry, I’ll be over when I finish my book”
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We’ve been livin in hovels
(Dave)
Spendin’ all our money on
(Murray)
brand new novels
(Dave)
So I got myself on a streetcar and it drove right into someone,
You know the driver said:
(Jian in grizzly voice)
“I was lookin’ straight ahead!”
(Dave)
But he was reading the Toronto Sun
(Jian)
“So?”
(Dave)
So my honey and me go to a counsellor to help figure out what we need
She said: “We’ll get your love growing,
(Mike, in funny Dr. Ruth voice)
but before we get going, here’s some books I’d like you to read.”
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
Lately we’ve had some fricton
(Dave)
‘Cause my baby’s hooked on
(Murray)
short works of fiction
(Dave)
So we split and went to a party, some friends my girl said she knew
But what a sight ’cause it’s authors night and the place looks like a who’s who
(Dave)
Now I’m pounding the ouzo
(rest)
with Mario Puzo
(Dave)
Who’s a funny fella?
(rest)
W.P. Kinsella
(Dave)
Who brought the cat?
(rest)
Would Margeret Atwood?
(Dave)
Who needs a shave?
(rest)
He’s Robertson Davies!
(Dave)
Ondaatje started a food fight, salmon mousse all over the scene
(All)
Spilled some dressing on Doris Lessing, these writer types are a scream!
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We’ll be together for ages
(Dave)
Eatin’ and Sleepin’ and
(Jian in grizzly voice)
Eatin’ and Sleepin’ and
(Mike in funny Dr. Ruth voice)
Eating und Sleeping und
(Murray)
Turnin’ pages.
(All)
Yeah!
134- yes, I do recognize that. I’ve never heard the song though… (sorry for getting back to you so late…)
The Crane Wife 1&2 – The Decemberists
It was a cold night
And the snow lay ’round
I pulled my coat tight
Against it falling down
And the sun was all…
And the sun was all down
I am a poor man
I haven’t wealth nor fame
I have my two hands
and a house to my name
And the winter’s so…
And the winter’s so long
And the winter’s so…
And the winter’s so long
And all the stars were crashing ’round
As I laid eyes on what I’d found
It was a white crane
It was a helpless thing
Upon a red stain
With an arrow in its wing
and it called and cried…
and it called and cried so
and it called and cried…
and it called and cried so
And all the stars were crashing ’round
As I laid eyes on what I’d found
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
And now I helped her
And now I dressed her wounds
And now I held her
Beneath the rising moon
And she stood to fly…
And she stood to fly away
And she stood to fly…
And she stood to fly away
And all the stars were crashing ’round
As I laid eyes on what I’d found
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife arrived at my door in the moonlight
All starbright and tongue-tied I took her in
We were married and bells rang sweet for our wedding
And our bedding was ready and we fell in
Sound the keening bell
And see it’s painted red
Soft as fontanelle
The feathers in the thread
And all I ever meant
To do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
We were poorly, our fortunes fading hourly
And how she loved me, she could bring it back
But I was greedy, I was vain and I forced her to weaving
On a cold loom in a closed room, down the hall
Sound the keening bell
And see it’s painted red
Soft as fontanelle
The feathers in the thread
And all I ever meant
To do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife
There’s a bend in the wind
And it rakes at my heart
There is blood in the thread
And it rakes at my heart
My crane wife
Eleanor Put Your Boots On – Franz Ferdinand
Eleanor put those boots back on
Kick the heels into the Brooklyn dirt
I know it isn’t dignified to run
But if you run You can run to the Coney Island rollercoaster
Ride to the highest point and leap across the filthy water
Leap until the Gulf Stream’s brought you down
I could be there when you land
I could be there when you land
So Eleanor take a Greenpoint three-point turn
Towards the hidden sun
You know you are so elegant when you run
Oh if you run
You can run to that statue with the dictionary
Climb to her fingernail and
Leap, yeah take an atmospheric leap and
Let the jet stream set you down
I could be there when you land
I could be there when you land
I could be there when you land
So Eleanor put those boots back on
Put the boots back on and run
Come, come on over here
And the sun was all…
And the sun was all down
Istanbul (not Constantinople) – They Might Be Giants (though not originally written by them…)
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you’ve a date in Constantinople
She’ll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can’t say
People just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can’t go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That’s nobody’s business but the Turks
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can’t say
People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That’s nobody’s business but the Turks
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can’t go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That’s nobody’s business but the Turks
Istanbul
216- can I quote you on that one? that is incredibly true.
Throat Culture – A Mouth Band’s, “Easter Island Head”
I am a man with an ordinary head.
I am a man with a typical life.
I am a man with an ordinary job.
I am a man with a typical wife
I saw a postcard.
It was mailed out to me.
It had a picture of
How I want my life to be.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want a big strong forehead.
I want to stand up tall.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want to stare at the seaside and do nothing at all!
I am a man of unassuming stature.
I am a man of conventional ways.
I am a man of mediocre intellect.
I am a man of uneventful days,
But I saw a travelogue.
It was mailed out to me.
It had a picture of
How I want my life to be.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want a three ton nosejob.
I want to stand up tall.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want to stare at the seaside and do nothing at all!
I want to be rock hard.
I want to be stone.
I want to be mysterious,
And always left alone.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want prominent features.
I want to stand up tall.
I want a head like the heads you see on Easter Island.
I want to stare at the seaside and do nothing-
Sticks and Stones – The Pierces
Hey domino,
I am stopping you from falling
1-2-3 Don’t you dare go down
Hey waterfall,
Oh can you hear me calling?
3-2-1 don’t you dare touch the ground
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
Sticks and stones will break your bones
And leave them lying in the mud
But you’ll be scared when we’re alone
Like I might suck your blood
And I could tell you a witch’s spell
But it just might blow your top
And you start to run just as I’m having fun
It’s awfully hard to stop
Its awfully hard to stop
Sun in the sky,
I ain’t stopping you from burning
All we need is stars and moon
Clock on the wall,
I will keep your hands from turning
Or this night will end too soon
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
Sticks and stones will break your bones
And leave them lying in the mud
But you’ll be scared when we’re alone
Like I might suck your blood
And I could tell you a witch’s spell
But it just might blow your top
And you start to run just as I’m having fun
It’s awfully hard to stop
Its awfully hard to stop
It’s just too hard to stop
Ooooh
Hey lover boy,
Oh now do you believe me?
That’s not all that I can do
Sit back down,
I’m afraid we won’t be leaving
Cant undo my spell on you
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
I’m the one you want
Sticks and stones will break your bones
And leave them lying in the mud
But you’ll be scared when we’re alone
Like I might suck your blood
And I could tell you a witch’s spell
But you just might blow your top
And you start to run just as I’m having fun
It’s awfully hard to stop
Sticks and stones will break your bones
And leave them lying in the mud
But you’ll be scared when we’re alone
Like I might suck your blood
And I could tell you a witch’s spell
But it just might blow your top
And you start to run just as I’m having fun
It’s awfully hard to stop
Its awfully hard to stop
It’s just too hard to stop
I don’t think I can stop
Collection of Stamps – I’m from Barcelona
I’ve got one from Spain
and two from Japan
I’ve got a couple from Israel and Azerbadjan
I’ve got a plenty from Poland but none from Sudan
or from Fiji or Uzbekistan
You know I can’t believe I’m telling everyone that I know
That every stamp in my collection is a place we could go!
And I’ve got one from Chad
and two from Nepal
I’ve got a couple from India and Benin as well
I’ve got a plenty from Poland but none from Sudan
or from Fiji or Uzbekistan
You know I can’t believe I’m telling everyone that I know
That every stamp in my collection is a place we could go!
You know I can’t believe I’m telling everyone that I know
That every stamp in my collection is a place we could go!
It´s OK, It´s alright, pack your bags, let´s leave tonight
336 – Why not?? I like those songs!
Hmm, now Midnight Fiddler will come and write some more lyrics to colonial songs and bore everyone to death. MWAHAHAHA!!!
The Pretty Maid Milking Her Cow
It was on one fine summers morning,
The birds sweetly tuned on each bough,
And as roved out for my pleasure,
I saw a maid milking her cow.
Her voice was so enchanting, my lord yes,
Made me quite unable to go
My heart it was loaded with sorrow,
For the pretty maid milking her cow.
So to her I made my advances,
“Good morrow most beautiful maid,
Your beauty my heart so entrances,”
“Pray sir, do not banter ” she said.
“For I am no rare precious jewel,
that I should enamor you so,
I am but a poor little milk girl.”
She’s the pretty maid milking her cow.
Oh the Indies afford no such jewels,
So bright, so transparently clear,
Ah but do not add flames to my fuel,
Consent but to love my my dear.
For had I the lamp of Alladin,
Or the wealth that gold mines can bestow,
I would rather be poor in a cotage,
With my pretty maid milking her cow.
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Okay, so with a name like that it’s a bit weak, and the words alone aren’t too impressive, but the tune is stunningly gorgeous.
It has a neat history too, I’ve read that it is considered bad luck by some. The story is that a priest was going out to give a dying man his last rights, and on the way he was distracted by a beautiful young woman singing this song. The priest, being a mortal, stopped to talk to her, and thus arrived too late to speak to the dying man. The woman was, of course, the devil in disguse, out to foil his plans.
There you go, a bit of a history lesson included. Oh c’mon, you knew with me that was inevitable.
344 – Why do you like colonial times so much?
Me is feeling very random today. Me will post songs me and my friends made.
This one was made by my friend and my friends friend.
I had a friend…..
His name was Bob…….
he used to sob…….
so I gave him a tissue…….
and then he was happy…….
so I called him happy Bob
Happy Bob
Happy Bob
Happy Bob
I made this one up with my friend
Super duper flannel pajamas
Super duper flying llamas
Super duper flaming commas
Birdy’s smell really good!
345~ Oh, many reasons, I guess. I love the way they dressed, said things, were discovering things, their music, their plays, their ships, al sorts of things. I don’t know if I could put it all into something that would make sense, but I do really love that time period. I like this century too, don’t get me wrong, I could never survive without MB! And that’s not the only reason, either.
So, hmm, maybe another song?
South Austraila
In South Australia I was born,
Heave away, haul away
In South Australia is my home.
I’m bound for South Australia!
Haul away you rolling kings,
Heave away, haul away,
Halu away, you’ll hear me sing
We’re bound for South Australia!
And as we’re rolling ’round Cape Horn
Heave away, haul away
You’ll wish to hell you’d never been born!
We’re bound for South Australia!
Haul away you rolling kings,
Heave away, haul away,
Haul away, you’ll hear me sing
We’re bound for South Australia!
As I roved one morning fair
Heave away, haul away
‘Twas there I met miss Nacy Blar.
We’re bound for South Australia!
Haul away you rolling kings,
Heave away, haul away,
Haul away, you’ll hear me sing
We’re bound for South Australia!
———
This is a great example of a capstan chanty. To kill time and keep everyone in order the shantyman would sing the verses and the rest would join in on the lyrics in italics. Capstan chanties always have two refrains in the verses and refrains to keep everyone together. Other types of jobs required different kinds of organization, so they had different kinds of refrains. I’ll come back later with some other kinds, just to bore you. Hopefully some of the nautical buffs will be vaguely interested, though…..
347 – Oh. That’s nice… I prefer the Tudor times, but that’s just me.
Have a happy birthday toooo yooouuuu….
We’ll have a great day toooooo
Everybody sing
‘Cause it’s [insert name]’s special day!
Happy birthday….
Yes, I know it’s from Blue’s Clues. Stop laughing!
Re:Re:
Waited for you
I waited
Uninterrupted tomorrows elapsed
Paused and looked back
And lamented together over endless todays
Learned my lesson that memories won’t last forever
I’ve been tearing up inside, crying in the corner of my heart
Wanted to tell you to hold on to
Times spent under the overpass, fleeting days
That I have such regrets – words I couldn’t voice that day
There were times when we connected
Brought together emotions that wouldn’t untangle, it meant everything to me
And I lost it all, just now
Learnt my lesson that things change shape with the passing of time
I’ve been tearing up inside, bitterly reproaching this suffocating day
Wanted to tell you to hold on to
Times spent under the overpass, passing days
That I have such regrets – words I couldn’t voice that day
Waited for you
I waited
Uninterrupted tomorrows elapsed
I spent another day today tearing up inside, inflicting unforgettable wounds on myself
It has to be you
Aargh, my last post was supposed to only have the title in bold….oh well.
[The HTML Gnome has come to your rescue. –Admin.]
Just a question, do I just annoy people with these mini-histories? I sometimes wonder if I come off sounding like a bratty know-it-all who just wants to impress others. I really hope I don’t, because that’s not what I’m trying to do. It’s something I’m really interested in and I find myself often talking about it.
I can stop, and I will, if it annoys, so please let me know.
No, the mini-histories are fine.
Devout thanks to the HTML Gnome, I am forever indebted. *attempts to bow elegantly* *falls over*
351~ Okay. Sometimes I just wonder.
Ahh, some lyrics….okay. I have no idea. All I
ve got rattling around my head at the moment is a little piece from Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmate — “Don;t forget your old shipmate/Folly-rolly-rolly-rolly-rie-eye-oh!” And the rest I don’t even know. Eearlier I had Spanish LAdies stuck in my head, but I don;t know the whole thing, only bits and pieces.
Here is one of my current favorite songs.
Sick Hearts by the Used.
Call this a mess, call me strong.
Call me a mask, call me wrong.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
(Get it!)
Pick up two words on the spot for the moment.
Acting like it’s what you meant to say.
Calling to angels, that slow dance with you
but you don’t believe they exist anyway.
I’d rather shut my eyes.
Call this a mess, call me strong.
Call me a mask, call me wrong.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
Aching my head like it’s the weight of the world.
And it seems that i’ve forgot how to smile.
Make friends with the devil, it’s dangerous sad
that I don’t really have any crimes.
I’d rather shut my eyes.
Call this a mess, call me strong.
Call me a mask, call me wrong.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
Call me a point that i’ve learned.
Call me the bird or the worm.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
There’s so much left to see,
but i’d rather shut my eyes.
I don’t know what’s going over me.
But i’d rather shut my eyes.
There’s so much that I could see…
But i’d rather shut my eyes.
I’d rather shut my eyes.
I’d rather shut my eyes.
Call this a mess, call me strong.
Call me a mask, call me wrong.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
Call me a point that i’ve learned.
Call me the bird or the worm.
Cause sick hearts do fine with wasting their time.
With wasting their time.
Bound For Cuba
To Cuba’s coast we are bound, me boys
Way me boys, for Cuba!
To Cuba’s coast, now don’t you make a noise
And we’re running down to Cuba!
Tha captian he has set the sails,
Way me boys, for Cuba!
Flinging the water out over the rails,
And we’re running down to Cuba!
I’ve got a gal that’s nine feet tall,
Way me boys for Cuba!
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall,
And we’re running down to Cuba!
Give me a gal that’ll dance the tango,
Way me boys, for Cuba!
Round like a melon and as sweet as a mango,
And we’re running down to Cuba!
To Cuba’s coast we are bound away,
Way me boys, for Cuba!
To Cuba’s coast at the breaking of the day,
And we’re running down to Cuba!
———————————
Another sea chanty, of course.
———————————
Boney Was A warrior
Bonay was a warrior
Way hey ah!
A regular bull and terrier,
Johan Franzo
Boney went to school in France,
Way he ah!
And learned to make the Prussians dance,
John Franzo
He raised a mighty army then,
Way hey ah!
And matched them all to here and yon,
John Franzo
Boney went to Moscow
Way hey ah!
And lost his army in the snow,
John Franzo
Boney went to Elbow [Elba]
Way hey ah!
But Boney he come back ya know,
John Franzo
On the plains of Waterloo,
Way hey ah!
Boney got his overthrew,
John Franzo
The iron Duke of Ellington,
Way hey ah!
The day the bloody feild was won,
John Franzo
They took Boney off again,
Way hey ah!
Aboard the Billy Ruffian,
John Franzo
Boney he was sent away,
Way hey ah!
Away to Saint Helenia [St. Helen]
John Franzo
Away in Saint Helenia,
Way hey ah!
Boney broke his heart and died,
John Franzo
Boney was a warrior,
Way hey ah!
A regular bull and terrier
John Franzo
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Boney was, or course, Napoleon Bonaparte. This was an English poke of fun at him.
Uuh, here’s another colonial song, just because I can copy and past it in and I’m not feeling very inspired…I hope I haven’t putit on before, if I dod, sorry!
The Farmer’s Curst Wife
There was an old couple who lived on a hill,
If they’re not gone away they’re living there still.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie,
Fiddle i diddle i day.
The devil he came to the man at the plow,
Says one of your family I’ll take away now.
Sing hi fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
Oh, which of me family do you like the best?
It’s your scolding old wife I like the best.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
So the devil he hoisted her up on his back
And like an old peddler went carrying his pack.
Sing hi, fiddle i fie fiddle i fie, etc.
The devil he opened a big iron door
And he tossed her inn among ten thousand more.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
Now ten ,little devils were hanging in chains,
She up with her foot and kicked out their brains.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
Then nine little devils went climbing a wall,
Saying take her back, daddy, she’s killing us all.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
The devil he hoisted her up on his back,
And like an old fool he carried her back.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
Here’s your nagging old wife, and fare ye well,
She can’t go to heaven, but she can’t stay in hell.
Sing fie, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
ow I’ve been a devil most all of me life,
But I never was in hell ’till I met your wife.
Sing hi, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
This proves that women are better than men,
They can go to hell and come back again.
Sing fie, fiddle i fiddle i fie, etc.
———————-
This is one of my favorite songs to sing, it’s got such great lyrics, and it’s a jaunty little tune, too.
Red Hot Chili Peppers!
Make you feel better
She’s the one she’s the only one
She’s got ripped back light
Gonna make me come
I say… when I smile I’m a really smile
I got dreams so wide like a country mile
I said now, I’ll take it
It’s better for you
Somehow we’ll make it
‘Cause that’s what we do
Pick a star in the open sky
I see you see me
And that is why I
Hop along to the cowboy beat
When I feel your fire
Jump up to meet
I said now, I’ll take it
It’s better for you
Somehow we’ll make it
‘Cause that’s what we do
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better and
Someone to spare
When love is the only end and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
Oh yeah
In a world that has run amok
I’ve got to set my sights
Just to get struck
I walk away from the rank and file
With a punched out mouth
And a pack of style
I say… she’s the one she’s the only one
Make me search myself
Until I’m done… and
Tell me now in a telegram
Do the sea of stars
Make a diagram… and
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better and
Someone to spare
When love is the only end and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
Oh yeah
So alive I arrive on dust
You can search my mind
For the red on rust… I said
Take me there and she really cares
Lights up for me gonna hear my prayers
I said
I said now, I’ll take it
It’s better for you
Somehow we’ll make it
‘Cause that’s what we do
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better and
Someone to spare
When love is the only end and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
Oh yeah
We are the ones (x4)
That will make you feel better
Now…
Dani California
Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world does your company take me for
Black bandana, sweet Louisiana
robbin’ all a bank in the state of Indiana
She’s a runner, rebel and a stunner
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna
Lookin’ down the barrel of a hot metal 45
Just another way to survive
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
YEAH, YEAH
She’s a lover baby and a fighter
Shoulda seen it coming when it got a little brighter
With a name like Dani California
The day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya
A little loaded, she was stealing another breath
I love my baby to death
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
YEAH, YEAH
Who knew the other side of you?
Who knew that others died to prove
Too true to say good bye to you
Too true to say say say..
Push the fader gifted animator
One for the now and eleven for the later
Never made it up to Minnesota
North Dakota man was a gunning for the quota
Down in the badlands she was savin’ the best for last
It only hurts when I laugh
Gone too fast..
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
YEAH, YEAH
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She’s my priestess, I’m your priest
YEAH, YEAH
Snow
Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe it, we rely on
When I lay it on come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Refrain:
Hey oh, listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh, now listen what I say, oh
When will I know that I really can’t go
To the well once more time to decide on
When it’s killing me, when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I get my chance to ride
When it’s killing me, what do I really need
All that I need to look inside
Refrain:
Hey oh, listen what I say, oh
Come back and hey oh, look at what I say, oh
Stick:
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
Hey oh, whoa
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
And it’s so white as snow
Running through a field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
When to descend to amend for a friend
All the channels that have broken down
Now you bring it up, I’m gonna ring it up
Just to hear you sing it out
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe what we rely on
When I lay it on, come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Refrain:
Hey oh, listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh, listen what I say, oh
Stick:
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
Hey oh, whoa
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
I said hey, hey yeah, oh yeah, tell my Lord now
Hey, hey yeah, oh yeah, tell my Lord now
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
I said hey, oh yeah, oh yeah, tell my Lord now
Hey, hey yeah, oh yeah
Californicaton
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind’s elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It’s Californication
It’s the edge of the world
and all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It’s understood that Hollywood
sells Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war you’re waging
First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It’s Californication
Space may be the final frontier
But it’s made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderon’s not far away
It’s Californication
Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody’s been there
and I don’t mean on vacation
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl’s guitar
They’re just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn’t save the world
From Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest
There is no test
But this is what you’re craving
First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Sorry GAPAs, that must have been moderation hell.
I find it rather funny that l like Californication despite living in California.
AARGH!! I’ve had this fragment stuck in my head for several days now, so I’ll just write it out.
Do you love an apple,
Do you love a pear,
Do you love a laddie with curly brown hair?
Oh still I love him,
I can’t deny him
I’ll be with him wherever he goes.
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Humph. And I can’t understand what the rest of the words are because it’s not very clear, paired with an accent.
*Aladdin obsession* This is from the second movie, The Return of Jafar.
I must admit,
Your parlor tricks are amusing
I bet you’ve got a bunny
Under your hat!
Now here’s your chance
To get the best of me,
Hope your hand is hot!
C’mon, clown,
Let’s see what you’ve got!
You try to slam me
With your hardest stuff
But your double whammy
Isn’t up to snuff
I’ll set the record straight
You’re simply out of date
You’re only second rate!
You think your cat’s a meanine,
But your tiger’s tame
You’ve got a lot to learn
About the genie game
So for your information,
I’ll reiterate
You’re only second rate!
Men cower at the power
In my pinky
My thumb is number one
On every list
But if you’re not convinced
That I’m invincible,
Put me to the test!
I’d love to lay this rivalry to rest!
Go ahead and zap me
With the big surprise
Snap me in a trap,
Cut me down to size
I’ll make a big escape
It’s just a piece of cake
You’re only second rate!
You know, your hocus-pocus
Isn’t tough enough
And your mumbo-jumbo
Doesn’t measure up
Let me pontificate
Upon your sorry state
You’re only second rate!
Zaba-caba-dabra!
Granny’s gonna grab ya!
Alakazam-da-mus
And this thing’s bigger than the both of us!
So spare me your tremendous scare!
You look horrendous in your underwear!
And I can hardly wait
To discombobulate
I’ll send ya back and packing
In a shipping crate
You’ll make a better living
With a spinning plate
You’re only second rate!
Singing this leaves you panting for breath for about two minutes before you want to do it all again.
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
Drunk and I’m feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I’m pissed cause you came around
Why don’t you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can’t help you fix yourself
You’re making me insane
All I can say is
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you’re drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand
I’m drunk and I’m feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn’t ever come around
Why don’t you just go home?
Cause you’re drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn’t understand
But you didn’t understand
Go fix yourself
I can’t help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I’m sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can’t help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I’m sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
PR! PR song! Ya! <3
This isn’t.
I know you told me this before
I know you told me this a million times
You say you don’t know how you feel
You don’t know if you even love me anymore
If she was a good kisser
Then I know how much I miss her
January came
By April you have stayed
June I was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
I wish I didn’t say I’m sorry
I wish you loved me still the same
I wish I wasn’t such a wishy-washy …
I wish I said just how I felt
If I was a good listener
Maybe you would still be here
January came
By April you have stayed
June I was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
I still miss the way we touch
I miss the way you bite my tongue
I miss the way you run away
You run away
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you’re leaving me
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you’re leaving me
I know you told me this before
I know you told me this a million times
You say you don’t know how you feel
When will you know just how you feel
January came
By April you have stayed
June I was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you’re leaving me
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you’re leaving me
here’s a song:
A revolution never come with a warning
a revolution never sends you an omen
a revolution just arrives like the mornin’
ring the alarm we come to wake up the snoring
they tellin’ you to never worry about the future
they tellin’ you to never worry about the torture
they tellin’ you that you will never see the horror
spend it all today we will bill you tomorrow
three piece suits and bank accounts in bahamas
wall street crime’ll never send you to the slammer
tell all the children in the arms of their mamas
THE F-15 IS A HOMICIDE BOMBER
TV commercial for a Pop-a-pil culture
drug companies circle in like a vulture
amer-iraqi babies with a gi-goe father
ten years from now is anybody gonna bother?
yell fire yoyoyo
yell fire yo yoyoyo
yell fire yo yoyoyo
everyone addicted to the same nicotine
everyone addicted to the same gasoline
everyone addicted to a technicolor screen
everybody tryin’ to get their hands on the same green
from the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy
all of the riches taken back by the needy
we come from the country and we come from the city
you can play us on a record you can play us on a CD
all the chit you giving us is fertilizer
the seeds that you planted you can never brutalize her
tell the corporation you can never globalize it
like peter tosh said, legalize it!
girls and boys an’ the bass an’ the treble,
throw ya hands up, take it to another level
an’ you never ever ever make a deal with the devil!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?=H7WASrQFg8o
then enter “Micheal Franti and Spearhead” and click on the video that says Yell Fire.
“This Song’s Just Six Words Long” by Weird Al.
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
Couldn’t think of any lyrics
No I never wrote the lyrics
So I’ll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, child
You really need words
Whole lotta rhyming words
You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it, to do it right, child
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
I know that you’re probably sore
‘Cause I didn’t write any more
I just didn’t get to complete it
So that’s why I gotta repeat it
This song is just six words long (six words long)
This song is just six words long (six words long)
Oh I make a lotta money
They pay me a ton of money
They’re payin’ me plenty of money
To sing this song, child
I gotta fill time
Three minutes worth of time
Oh, how will I fill so much time, mm-mm
I’ll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo
A solo, a solo here
[instrument solo]
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song’s got nothin’ to say
But I’m recording it anyway
I know if I put my mind to it
I know I could find a good rhyme here
Oh, you gotta have-a music
You need really catchy music
This song has got plenty of music
But just six words, child
And so I’ll sing’ em over
And over and over and over
And over and over and over, mm-mm
And over and over and over
And over and over and over again
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
This song is just six words long
It’s just six words long
My current obesession:
New York City by They Might Be Giants:
You called me last night on the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you ’cause I was all alone
You said, “It’s snowing, it’s snowing! God, I hate this weather.”
Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together
We met in the springtime at a rock-and-roll show
It was on the Bowery when it was time to go
We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night
I held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life.
‘Cause everyone’s your friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me
Statue of Liberty, Staten Island Ferry, Co-op City, Katz’s and Tiffany’s*
Central Park, Brooklyn Bridge, The Empire State where Dylan lived**
Coney Island and Times Square, Rockefeller Center
Wish I was there
You wrote me a letter just the other day
Said, “Springtime is coming soon so why don’t you come to stay.”
I packed my stuff, got on the bus, I can’t believe it’s true
I’m three days from New York City and I’m three days from you
‘Cause everyone’s my friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me
‘Cause everyone’s my friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you’re young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me.
here’s one:
heard a lot of talk about the ocean
heard a lot of talk about the sea now,
heard a lot of talk about alotta things,
never ment that much to me yeah
heard a lotta talk about my spirit,
heard a lotta talk about my soul,
but i decided that anxiety and pain were better friends,
so i let it go
let it go
let it go
let it go, an’ let’s get it back together
heard a lot of talk about this jesus,
a man of a man of strength, a man of love,
but what a man was 2000 years ago,
means nothing at all to me today
he coulda been tellin’ me about my higher self,
but he only lives inside my prayer
so what ‘e was may have been, beuatiful,
but the pain is right now an’ right here
oops! wrong name!
I’m a flying fish sailor,
just home fome Honk-Kong,
Way, hey blow the man down
Just give me some whiskey and I’ll sing you a song,
Gimme some time to blow th man down
Argh, WHY must I have this stuck in my head?
——-
And then,
They cal me hanging johnny
Because I hang for money
and it’s hang boys hang
Oh well….that;s all I can remember, besides the comment box shinkage.
Daddy was a Sensitive Man
We recycled everything, mowed the lawn by hand
tuna never touched our table,
‘Cause daddy was a sensitive man.
I remember as a pre-adult, I was so proud of my pop,
He never worked in a coal mine, he ran the futon shop.
Daddy’d come home late at night with polyurethane in his hair,
And he’d kick off his birkenstocks and say
“Who’s got quality time to share?”
We’d sit around the table, just mom and dad and I,
chanting out our mantras to that co-op food god on high.
Sometimes we just had bean sprouts and dad’d get mad and cuss,
And we’d say, “your feelings are valid, thanks for sharing them with us.
One day he came home early, I heard a bit loud scream,
Momma’d been watching the guiding light eating ho-hos filled with creme.
I said to dad, “what’ll we do with momma now?”
And he said “Son, there’s a time for praying, and a time to just say, ‘wow.'”
You know other kids in the neighborhood went to ballgames and worked on cars,
We’d take off on our mountain bikes to family awareness seminars.
He never took us hunting,
we never played with guns or pistols
On Saturday we’d sit in the basement and play recorders and stare at crystals.
And dad and I took the Volvo to the grocery store one night
Some roughnecks in the parking lot tried to start a fight
Daddy walked right up to the biggest, meanest thug
and we said, “It’s okay to get in tough with your anger,
now how ’bout a hug?”
‘Cause we recycled everything, mowed the lawn by hand
Tuna never touched our table,
‘Cause daddy was a sensitive man.
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Oh yes, I’m looking forward to the next event!!!
esmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly “girl I like your face”
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
.
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers stores
Buys a twenty carat golden ring (Golden ring?)
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing (Sing)
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on, yeah (No)
In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones
(Ah ha ha ha ha ha)
Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand (Arm! Leg!)
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she still sings it with the band
Yes, ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on (Ha ha ha)
Hey, ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
Yeah, happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand (Foot!)
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she’s a singer with the band
Yeah, ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
Yeah, ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
And if you want some fun
Take ob-la-di ob-la-da
[Thank you, uh, ha ha ha!]
New thread? This one’s hard to find, and it’s getting quite long….
——————-
The Ballad of Accounting
In the morning we build the city,
In the afternoon walk through its streets,
Evening saw us leaving,
We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads,
And small attention gave
To landmarks on the journey
From the cradle to the grave.
Did you learn to dream in the morning,
Abandon dreams in the afternoon,
Wait without hope in the evening,
Did you stand there in the traces and let them feed you lies,
Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?
Did you kiss the foot that kicked you,
And thank them for their scorn?
Did you ask them for forgiveness for the act of being born?
Did you alter the face of the city,
Did you make any change to the world you find?
Did you observe all the warnings,
Did you read the trespass notices,
Did you keep off the grass?
Did you shuffle off the pavement just to let your betters pass?
Did you learn to keep your mouth shut,
Were you seen but never heard,
Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word?
Did you ever demand any answers,
Who the what, or the reason why?
Did you ever question the setup?
Did you stand aside and let them choose why you got second best,
Did you let them skim the cream off an then give to you the rest
Did you settle for the shoddy,
And did you think it right
To let them rob you right and left and never make a fight?
What did you learn in the morning,
How much did you know in the afternoon?
Were you content in the evening?
Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school,
Did the factory help you grow
Were you the maker or the tool?
Did the place where you were living enrich your life and then
Did you reach some understanding of all your fellow men?
In the morning we build the city,
In the afternoon walk through it’s streets…..
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And there you go, something from MF that’s NOT COLONIAL!!!
Aack, it wasn’t all supposed to be in bold, only the title….oops.
HTML gnome? And a new thread munchkin?
[Your wish is our command.]