Your top 3 bands for lyrics

[Steevo]

congratulations, we're the two people on TRF who have heard a meat puppets record

 

It's thanks to Kurt Cobain many would've checked them out.

[bathory]

congratulations, we're the two people on TRF who have heard a meat puppets record

 

It's thanks to Kurt Cobain many would've checked them out.

 

my first girlfriend thought cobain wrote lake of fire! :P

[Steevo]

congratulations, we're the two people on TRF who have heard a meat puppets record

 

It's thanks to Kurt Cobain many would've checked them out.

 

my first girlfriend thought cobain wrote lake of fire! :P

 

! That performance is still amazing :(

[custom55]

The Who

 

I got a Gibson

Without a case

But I can't get that even tanned look on my face.

Ill fitting clothes

I blend in the crowd,

Fingers so clumsy

Voice too loud.

 

But I'm one.

 

 

Rolling Stones

 

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead

I fell down, to my feet and I saw they bled

Yeah, sure and I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread, sure

Yeah, I was crowned with a spike right through my head

But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas

But it's all right

I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas

 

 

The Beatles

 

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go

 

I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door

And kept my mind from wandering

Where it will go

 

And it really doesn't matter if

I'm wrong I'm right

Where I belong I'm right

Where I belong

See the people standing there

Who disagree and never win

And wonder why they don't get in my door

[condemned2bfree]

pete townsend did some great lyics,The who are like a working mans pink Floyd, at times.

[H. P. L.]

The Who first of all, although I can't see the Pink Floyd connection you suggested. They couldn't be more far apart in my view.

 

American Music Club

The wind pulls me around

and everything it touches turns weak

An antique or an eyelash stuck to your cheek

The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you down

a long and dead-end trail

with a guilt no alibi can curtail

The world is held together by the wind

That blows through Gena Rowland’s hair

 

Molotov - a little off the hook (ok, not just a little)

 

Quisiera ya dormir rico, ojalá que lo logre

Cada vez más siento que duermo más pobre

Me pican los ojos con intereses cabrones

Que solo llenan bolsillos que ya tienen millones

 

Y la mochada de hacienda siempre va en aumento

Iba a pagar mi IVA y lo iba pagar a tiempo

Pero se fue con el viento, ya no me alcanza

Por eso me llaman y llaman los de cobranza

 

Con prepotencia por el retraso

Sin conocerme mire el hambre que paso

Piden mis datos, yo me presento

Como Mr. JonnyCash pero yo ni cash tengo

[condemned2bfree]

Disagree. The social observations and commentry with pete and roger are similar in varying degrees/approaches to my perception.

[condemned2bfree]

congratulations, we're the two people on TRF who have heard a meat puppets record

 

It's thanks to Kurt Cobain many would've checked them out.

 

my first girlfriend thought cobain wrote lake of fire! :P

 

:lol:Mr kirwood upon occasion, will wryly credit cobain for writing certain puppets songs.

[H. P. L.]

Disagree. The social observations and commentry with pete and roger are similar in varying degrees/approaches to my perception.

Now that's a new perspective. I'll have to think about it.

[driventotheedge]

Bob Dylan

John Lennon

Don Henley

[condemned2bfree]

congratulations, we're the two people on TRF who have heard a meat puppets record

 

It's thanks to Kurt Cobain many would've checked them out.

 

my first girlfriend thought cobain wrote lake of fire! :P

 

:lol:Mr kirkwood upon occasion, will wryly credit cobain for writing certain puppets songs.

[condemned2bfree]

wow not much dylan or cohen mentioned here, though they wouldn't be in my top 3. :haz: They dont say much to me and my life.

[sitboaf]

Besides Rush…

 

Elvis Costello (Couldn't Call it Unexpected No. 4)

I saw a girl who'd found her consolation

She said "One day my Prince of Peace will come"

Above her head a portrait of her father

The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame

"They've got his bones and everything he owns

I've got his name"

Well you can laugh at this sentimental story

But in time you'll have to make amends

The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality

As the clouds cover the sky the evening ends

Describing a picture of eyes finally closing

As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire

We'll I'm the lucky goon

Who composed this tune

from birds arranged on the high wire

Who on earth is tapping at the window?

Does that face still linger at the pane?

I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace

A shadow of regret across a young mother's face

So toll the bell or rock the cradle

Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain

I can't believe, I'll never believe in anything again

 

Decembrists (Leslie Anne Levine)

My name is Leslie Anne Levine

My mother birthed me down a dry ravine

My mother birthed me far too soon

Born at nine and dead at noon

 

Fifteen years gone now

I still wander this parapet

And shake my rattle bone

Fifteen years gone now

I still cling to the petticoat

Of the girl who died with me

 

Joni Mitchell (Blue)

Blue, songs are like tattoos

You know I've been to sea before

Crown and anchor me or let me sail away

 

Hey blue, there is a song for you

Ink on a pin underneath the skin

An empty space to fill in

 

Well, theres so many sinking now

You've got to keep thinking

You can make it through these waves

Acid, booze and ass

Needles, guns and grass

Lots of laughs, lots of laughs

 

Everybody's saying that Hells the hippest way to go

Well, I don't think so but Im gonna take a look around it though

Blue, I love you

 

Blue, here is a shell for you

Inside you'll hear a sigh, a foggy lullaby

There is your song from me

[RUSHHEAD666]

RUSH

MARILLION

AC/DC BON SCOTT ONLY!

[RUSHHEAD666]

Besides Rush…

 

Elvis Costello (Couldn't Call it Unexpected No. 4)

I saw a girl who'd found her consolation

She said "One day my Prince of Peace will come"

Above her head a portrait of her father

The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame

"They've got his bones and everything he owns

I've got his name"

Well you can laugh at this sentimental story

But in time you'll have to make amends

The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality

As the clouds cover the sky the evening ends

Describing a picture of eyes finally closing

As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire

We'll I'm the lucky goon

Who composed this tune

from birds arranged on the high wire

Who on earth is tapping at the window?

Does that face still linger at the pane?

I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace

A shadow of regret across a young mother's face

So toll the bell or rock the cradle

Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain

I can't believe, I'll never believe in anything again

 

Decembrists (Leslie Anne Levine)

My name is Leslie Anne Levine

My mother birthed me down a dry ravine

My mother birthed me far too soon

Born at nine and dead at noon

 

Fifteen years gone now

I still wander this parapet

And shake my rattle bone

Fifteen years gone now

I still cling to the petticoat

Of the girl who died with me

 

Joni Mitchell (Blue)

Blue, songs are like tattoos

You know I've been to sea before

Crown and anchor me or let me sail away

 

Hey blue, there is a song for you

Ink on a pin underneath the skin

An empty space to fill in

 

Well, theres so many sinking now

You've got to keep thinking

You can make it through these waves

Acid, booze and ass

Needles, guns and grass

Lots of laughs, lots of laughs

 

Everybody's saying that Hells the hippest way to go

Well, I don't think so but Im gonna take a look around it though

Blue, I love you

 

Blue, here is a shell for you

Inside you'll hear a sigh, a foggy lullaby

There is your song from me

 

Elvis Costello Rules.

[WorkingAllTheTime]

Kiss

Judas Priest

Nickelback

 

Whenever I need a good laugh, any of these three lyrical juggernauts do the trick.

[WorkingAllTheTime]

Isn't anyone going to mention Foreigner?

 

So I might not be the only one who thinks that Foreigner is the house band in hell?

[Segue Myles]

Isn't anyone going to mention Foreigner?

 

So I might not be the only one who thinks that Foreigner is the house band in hell?

 

Foreigner are great. Toto are better.

[Rick N. Backer]

RUSH

MARILLION

AC/DC BON SCOTT ONLY!

 

C'mon Earl. You don't like the subtlety of the Johnson era?

 

"Let me cut your cake with my knife."

[goose]

RUSH

MARILLION

AC/DC BON SCOTT ONLY!

 

C'mon Earl. You don't like the subtlety of the Johnson era?

 

"Let me cut your cake with my knife."

He prefers the subtlety of "She liked it done medium rare..."

[LedRush]

Bob Dylan

Rush

Counting Crows

 

 

Yeah, I said the Counting Crows! Screw you all!

[Snyder80]

Rush

Porcupine Tree

The Talking Heads

[condemned2bfree]

RUSH

MARILLION

AC/DC BON SCOTT ONLY!

 

acdc seemed to say more and still be fun too - rock n roll! in the scott era, to these ears

[condemned2bfree]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xOX-xy3lNo

 

 

 

The rains move in eastwards, in waves of succession

Drawing lines of grey across the sky

With history just as close as a hand on the shoulder

In hunger and impatience we cry

The battle against corruption rages in each corner

There must be something better, something pure

And the call it is answered from the caves to the cities

Come the dealers of Salvation on Earth

We've seen the restless children at the head of the columns

Come to purify the future with the arrogance of youth

Nothing is as cruel as the righteousness of innocents

With automatic weapons and a gospel of the truth

 

Chorus:

Revolution for ever, succession of the seasons

Within the blood of Nature, all raised to rot and die

This purity is a lie

 

Now immaculate conception in sterilised laboratories

How the vanity goes on

Or in the message of the preacher with his morals and obsessions

The wars that we wage upon ourselves

Purity is a virtue, purity is an angel

Purity is for madmen to make fools of us all

So forgive yourself my friend, all this will soon be over

What happened here tonight is nothing at all

 

Chorus:

Revolution for ever . . .

 

I will always see Brendan at that broken down piano

His fingers thick and red, shaking on the keys

Battered by the years of alcohol and working

Still playing with the faith that never leaves

So sit us down, buy us a drink, tell us a good story

Sing us a song we know to be true

I don't give a damn that I never will be worthy

Fear is the only enemy that I still know

[Fridge]

Liking the New Model Army love here, one of my favourite bands

 

I think 225 is a great song as it manages to somehow blend complete nihilism with warmth and humanity

 

She stares at the screen, at the little words of green

Tries to remember what to do next

There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face

Searching through the keys she should press

But I would help her if I only know how

But these things are a mystery to me too

And it seems to the corporate eyes they are watching

She fears for her job and the moments they are passing

I stare at her name tag and I think to myself

Both you and I, we never asked for any of this

 

Let's take a walk up past the chemical works

Where the sky turns green at night

We'll talk about not getting away from here

Some different kind of life

But even in the freshest mountain air

Oh, the jet fighters practice overhead

And they're drilling these hills for uranium deposits

And they'll bury the waste for our children to inherit

Though this is all done for our own benefit

I swear we never asked for any of this

 

Well, this golden age of communication

Means everyone just talks at the same time

And liberty just means the freedom to exploit

Any weakness that you can find

Turn off the TV just for a while

Let us whisper to each other instead

And we'll hope that the corporate ears do not listen

Lest we find ourselves committing some kind of treason

And filed in the tapes without rhyme, without reason

While they tell us that it's all for our own protection

I swear we never asked for any of this

 

Oh, I swear we never asked, not for any of this

Oh, I swear we never asked for any of this

Oh, I swear we never asked for any of this

Oh, I swear

Edited December 22, 2014 by Fridge