Song Lyrics
- Ranger Genius
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Song Lyrics
Sometimes the lyrics from a song you like (or don't like) will strike a chord with you and you just want to share them. Normally, you find some flimsy pretext to work them into an Eplaya thread or post them, apropos of nothing, as your Facebook status.
Well, stop that. Post them here instead.
Thread etiquette guide:
Please no more than ten lines (don't copy/paste the whole damn song).
Please don't embed YouTube videos. Links are welcome.
Please mention the song and artist (if available) in the post.
Well, stop that. Post them here instead.
Thread etiquette guide:
Please no more than ten lines (don't copy/paste the whole damn song).
Please don't embed YouTube videos. Links are welcome.
Please mention the song and artist (if available) in the post.
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Ahem, Dick
His Doom's extremely hard
He's made to dwell in a prison cell,
A spot that's always barred
And there he plays extravagant matches
With fit less finger falls
On a cloth untrue,
With a twisted cue
And elliptical billiard balls
One verse of My Object All Sublime, from The Mikado, by W.S. Gilbert and Sir Arthur Sullivan, title character singing. No professional video that I've see of any of their work on YouTube, which is too bad, because back in the 70s there was a certain amount of the D'olye Carte (sp?) troop broadcast on pbs. No wonder the republicans what to kill them off, what?
The Billiard Shark whom anyone catchesPlease don't embed YouTube videos. Links are welcome.
His Doom's extremely hard
He's made to dwell in a prison cell,
A spot that's always barred
And there he plays extravagant matches
With fit less finger falls
On a cloth untrue,
With a twisted cue
And elliptical billiard balls
One verse of My Object All Sublime, from The Mikado, by W.S. Gilbert and Sir Arthur Sullivan, title character singing. No professional video that I've see of any of their work on YouTube, which is too bad, because back in the 70s there was a certain amount of the D'olye Carte (sp?) troop broadcast on pbs. No wonder the republicans what to kill them off, what?
The Lady with a Lamprey
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
Zappa's
Bobby Brown
"Women liberation came a creepin all across the nation.
I tell you people I was not ready when I fucked this dike by the name of Freddy.
She made a little speach then. She tried to make me say when.
She had my balls in a vise, but she left my dick.
I guess its still hooked on, but now it shoots to quick."
Bobby Brown
"Women liberation came a creepin all across the nation.
I tell you people I was not ready when I fucked this dike by the name of Freddy.
She made a little speach then. She tried to make me say when.
She had my balls in a vise, but she left my dick.
I guess its still hooked on, but now it shoots to quick."
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I could edit the below, but instead of me picking and choosing, why don't YOU read the part you like.
Listen up boys and girls the words below are still true today
When I was young
Eric Burdon & The Animals
The rooms were so much colder then.
My father was a soldier then.
And times were very hard.
When I was young.
When I was young.
I smoked my first cigarette at ten.
And for girls, I had a great yen.
When I was young.
When I was young it was more important.
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah.
When I was young.
When I was young.
I met my first love at thirteen.
She was brown, and I was pretty green.
And I learned quite a lot.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young it was more important.
Pain more painful, laughter much louder, yeah.
When I was young.
When I was young.
My faith was so much stronger then.
I believed in fellow men.
And I was so much older then.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young
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Perhaps the above is one reason why I hang around here, at my advanced age!
Listen up boys and girls the words below are still true today
When I was young
Eric Burdon & The Animals
The rooms were so much colder then.
My father was a soldier then.
And times were very hard.
When I was young.
When I was young.
I smoked my first cigarette at ten.
And for girls, I had a great yen.
When I was young.
When I was young it was more important.
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah.
When I was young.
When I was young.
I met my first love at thirteen.
She was brown, and I was pretty green.
And I learned quite a lot.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young it was more important.
Pain more painful, laughter much louder, yeah.
When I was young.
When I was young.
My faith was so much stronger then.
I believed in fellow men.
And I was so much older then.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young.
When I was young
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Perhaps the above is one reason why I hang around here, at my advanced age!
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Flogging Molly
"If I Ever Leave This World Alive"
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you'll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive
This is just a short paragraph, but this song has a lot of meaning to me. It makes me cry when I here it. I wanted to put in all the lyrics, but I'm biding by the thread rules.
"If I Ever Leave This World Alive"
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you'll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive
This is just a short paragraph, but this song has a lot of meaning to me. It makes me cry when I here it. I wanted to put in all the lyrics, but I'm biding by the thread rules.
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Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
If I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh
I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
If I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh
I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Once I noticed I was on fire, I decided to relax and enjoy the fall™
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Re: Song Lyrics
[quote="Ranger Genius"]
Please no more than ten lines (don't copy/paste the whole damn song).[/quote]
Please no more than ten lines (don't copy/paste the whole damn song).[/quote]
The Lady with a Lamprey
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
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It happened a long time ago baby.
In the new magic land
See, the Indians and the buffalo
They existed hand in hand
The Indians, they needed some food
And some skins for a roof
They only took what they needed, baby
Millions of buffalo were the proof
But then came the white dogs
With their thick and empty heads
They couldn't see past the billfold
They wanted all the buffalo dead
Everything was SSO sad
When I looked above the canyon walls,
Some strong eyes did I see
I think it's somebody comin around
to save my ass baby
I think he's comin around
To save you and me
Boyyss......
I said above the canyon wall
Strong eyes did glow
It was the leader of the land baby
OH MY GOD!!
THE GREAT WHITE BUFFALO
LOOK OUT!!! LOOK OUT!!!
Well he got the battered herd
He led em cross the land
With the GREAT WHITE BUFFALO
They gonna make a final stand
The GREAT WHITE BUFFALO
Look out here he comes
He's doin all right
Makin everything all right
In the new magic land
See, the Indians and the buffalo
They existed hand in hand
The Indians, they needed some food
And some skins for a roof
They only took what they needed, baby
Millions of buffalo were the proof
But then came the white dogs
With their thick and empty heads
They couldn't see past the billfold
They wanted all the buffalo dead
Everything was SSO sad
When I looked above the canyon walls,
Some strong eyes did I see
I think it's somebody comin around
to save my ass baby
I think he's comin around
To save you and me
Boyyss......
I said above the canyon wall
Strong eyes did glow
It was the leader of the land baby
OH MY GOD!!
THE GREAT WHITE BUFFALO
LOOK OUT!!! LOOK OUT!!!
Well he got the battered herd
He led em cross the land
With the GREAT WHITE BUFFALO
They gonna make a final stand
The GREAT WHITE BUFFALO
Look out here he comes
He's doin all right
Makin everything all right
My cats are cuter than your grandkids!
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A-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde and sing and cry, Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs FLOW
How soft your fields, so green
can whisper tales of gore, of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords
We come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde and sing and cry, Valhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Ah-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs FLOW
How soft your fields, so green
can whisper tales of gore, of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords
YGMIR
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Right on, Ygmir.
Some zingers from Elvis Costello:
"You lack lust-- you're so lack luster
Is that all the strength you can muster?"
"Roll up on the ghost train
non-stop into the city
Step right up and show your face
we only want the pretty ones"
Some zingers from Elvis Costello:
"You lack lust-- you're so lack luster
Is that all the strength you can muster?"
"Roll up on the ghost train
non-stop into the city
Step right up and show your face
we only want the pretty ones"
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on the ferris wheel
looking out on Coney island
under more stars than
there are prostitutes in Thailand
our hair in the air
our lips blue from cotton candy
when we kiss it feels
like a flying saucer landing
Magnetic Fields: Strange Powers
looking out on Coney island
under more stars than
there are prostitutes in Thailand
our hair in the air
our lips blue from cotton candy
when we kiss it feels
like a flying saucer landing
Magnetic Fields: Strange Powers
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Sorry fishy, I couldn't accept his "thread ettiqute" guidelines, it defeats the songs by limiting/reducing them to only so many lines, as an example that ditty I posted can't be reduced at all.
And I wanna hear some of these others, but....
And I wanna hear some of these others, but....
We have an obligation to make space for everyone, we have no obligation to make that space pleasant.
I have these moments
All steady and strong
I’m feeling so holy and humble
The next thing I know
I’m all worried and weak
And I feel myself
Starting to crumble.
The meanings get lost
And the teachings get tossed
And you don’t know what you’re
Going to do next.
You wait for the sun
But it never quite comes
Some kind of message comes
Through to you.
Some kind of message comes through.
And it says to you...
Chorus
Love when you can
Cry when you have to...
Be who you must
That’s a part of the plan
Await your arrival
With simple survival
And one day we’ll all understand...
I had a woman
Who gave me her soul
But I wasn’t ready to
Take it.
Her heart was so fragile
And heavy to hold
And I was afraid I might
Break it.
Your conscience awakes
And you see your mistakes
And you wish someone
Would buy your confessions.
The days miss their mark
And the night gets so dark
And some kind of message
Comes through to you
Some kind of message
Shoots through --
Chorus
There is no eden or
Heavenly gates
That you’re gonna make it to
One day
But all of the answers you seek
Can be found
In the dreams that you dream
On the way.
All steady and strong
I’m feeling so holy and humble
The next thing I know
I’m all worried and weak
And I feel myself
Starting to crumble.
The meanings get lost
And the teachings get tossed
And you don’t know what you’re
Going to do next.
You wait for the sun
But it never quite comes
Some kind of message comes
Through to you.
Some kind of message comes through.
And it says to you...
Chorus
Love when you can
Cry when you have to...
Be who you must
That’s a part of the plan
Await your arrival
With simple survival
And one day we’ll all understand...
I had a woman
Who gave me her soul
But I wasn’t ready to
Take it.
Her heart was so fragile
And heavy to hold
And I was afraid I might
Break it.
Your conscience awakes
And you see your mistakes
And you wish someone
Would buy your confessions.
The days miss their mark
And the night gets so dark
And some kind of message
Comes through to you
Some kind of message
Shoots through --
Chorus
There is no eden or
Heavenly gates
That you’re gonna make it to
One day
But all of the answers you seek
Can be found
In the dreams that you dream
On the way.
"Enjoy every sandwich" - W. Zevon
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We already have My Favorite Song on YouTube (Today) and there are complete songs posted all over the net. However, there is something about reducing something to the essence--tao or haiku or aphorism--that seems to me valuable. It's easy to cut and paste--editing takes you belong the lazy knee jerk, "like button" of pop culture into reframing it, setting it as a small jewel.oneeyeddick wrote:Sorry fishy, I couldn't accept his "thread ettiqute" guidelines, it defeats the songs by limiting/reducing them to only so many lines, as an example that ditty I posted can't be reduced at all.
I don't know if that's what Genius meant, but that's what I got from it.
Edited to add: Here
The Lady with a Lamprey
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
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Point taken, I wish I would've given it more thought before I posted. Thanks for the insight.theCryptofishist wrote: We already have My Favorite Song on YouTube (Today) and there are complete songs posted all over the net. However, there is something about reducing something to the essence--tao or haiku or aphorism--that seems to me valuable. It's easy to cut and paste--editing takes you belong the lazy knee jerk, "like button" of pop culture into reframing it, setting it as a small jewel.
I don't know if that's what Genius meant, but that's what I got from it.
"Enjoy every sandwich" - W. Zevon
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Hey you, close your riven rose
You're a poet, priest of nowhere
And your polished, seemed attitude brings you more
Yeah you, you're a reckless angel
You're a heartbreaking soldier
And your splendid insanities brings you more
So come into my mind and breathe into the morning light
Come into my mouth and breed
So we shake, shake, shake, shake into the sun like an arrow
And we burn, burn, burn, burn into the world once again
You're a sweet-raped hole, such a desolate soul, wearing a crown of M80's
And your livid insanity brings you more
You're a poet, priest of nowhere
And your polished, seemed attitude brings you more
Yeah you, you're a reckless angel
You're a heartbreaking soldier
And your splendid insanities brings you more
So come into my mind and breathe into the morning light
Come into my mouth and breed
So we shake, shake, shake, shake into the sun like an arrow
And we burn, burn, burn, burn into the world once again
You're a sweet-raped hole, such a desolate soul, wearing a crown of M80's
And your livid insanity brings you more
You awaken from the fairyland dream
Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling
You realise your a part of the machine
Uptight in Terminal City
Fucked up in Terminal City
Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling
You realise your a part of the machine
Uptight in Terminal City
Fucked up in Terminal City
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My Socrates - Tri-State Killing Spree
So I watch the clock tick in the corner of the room
Hungry little black books feeding Sunday schools
And I'm drenched in the fire of a thousand ages
Whoring glories for the pouring man
And I laugh and I laugh as I throw it away
My heart fills empty again and again
And I glisten in the forest of a thousand black roses
Feeling holy and feeling small
And I bleed like Jesus and bleed for you
Like spilling Socrates, imitation to feel
If I were God, I'd watch you fall down
Hungry little black books feeding Sunday schools
And I'm drenched in the fire of a thousand ages
Whoring glories for the pouring man
And I laugh and I laugh as I throw it away
My heart fills empty again and again
And I glisten in the forest of a thousand black roses
Feeling holy and feeling small
And I bleed like Jesus and bleed for you
Like spilling Socrates, imitation to feel
If I were God, I'd watch you fall down
You awaken from the fairyland dream
Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling
You realise your a part of the machine
Uptight in Terminal City
Fucked up in Terminal City
Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling
You realise your a part of the machine
Uptight in Terminal City
Fucked up in Terminal City
- oneeyeddick
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It really was just a point being made, with anarchist intent... finding that video(with lyrics imbedded WITHIN the video) wasn't all that easy, and I never said it was my favorite song of thiers, but I do know the whole thing by heart and really it can't be taken down to 10 line collection, or "essense" and there are many more like that that I would find just as difficult to dissect.theCryptofishist wrote:We already have My Favorite Song on YouTube (Today) and there are complete songs posted all over the net. However, there is something about reducing something to the essence--tao or haiku or aphorism--that seems to me valuable. It's easy to cut and paste--editing takes you belong the lazy knee jerk, "like button" of pop culture into reframing it, setting it as a small jewel.oneeyeddick wrote:Sorry fishy, I couldn't accept his "thread ettiqute" guidelines, it defeats the songs by limiting/reducing them to only so many lines, as an example that ditty I posted can't be reduced at all.
I don't know if that's what Genius meant, but that's what I got from it.
Edited to add: Here
And damn I hate pretentiuos rules regardless.
Why can't it be 12 lines, or 14 or even gosh..20?
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