Jaye Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 Mike Oldfield - Blue Night To the whole room, her eyes are numb As she reads from a true love story. From the pages of a book, her lover comes. Her heart bleeds, it's a true love story. Misty shape in the window by her bed, Dreaming on what she's read. Hero takes her hand and leads her through. Who knows what this night will do? Only in the blue night, he comes to her Only in the blue night. That's when the whole night belongs to her, Only in the blue night. I see a dark face by the moon's glow As she reads from a true love story. Beckoning hand scratching at the window. Her heart bleeds, it's a true love story. Misty path and the night is endless. She could be a queen or a desert princess. Hero takes her hand and leads her through. Who knows what this night will do? Only in the blue night, he comes to her Only in the blue night. That's when the whole night belongs to her, Only in the blue night. She wants to break free From the cold light of reality. And as she drifts away, I hear her voice say, "come away." Dark skin glistening by the silver light. This is the hero come tonight. And taking her hand, he leads her through. Who knows what this night will do? Only in the blue night, he comes to her Only in the blue night. That's when the whole night belongs to her, Only in the blue night. Blue, blue night, Only in the blue night. Blue, blue night, Only in the blue night. Blue, blue night, Only in the blue night. Blue, blue night Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
naturalsciences101 Posted April 14, 2009 Author Share Posted April 14, 2009 Queensryche - Anybody Listening? You and I long to live like the wind upon the water. If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realize there's more to life than what we have known. And I can't believe I've spent so long living lies I knew were wrong inside, I've just begun to see the light. Long ago there was a dream, had to make a choice or two. Leaving all I loved behind, for what nobody knew. Stepped out on the stage, alive under lights and judging eyes. Now the applause has died and I can dream again... Is there anybody listening? Is there anyone that sees what's going on? Read between the lines, criticize the words they're selling. Think for yourself and feel the walls become sand beneath your feet Feel the breeze? Time's so near you can almost taste the freedom. There's a warm wind from the south. Hoist the sail and we'll be gone, by morning this will all seem like a dream. And if I don't return to sing the song, maybe just as well. I've seen the news and there's not much I can do...alone Is there anybody listening? Is there anyone who smiles without a mask? What's behind the words--Images they know will please us? I'll take what's real. Bring up the lights. Is there anybody listening? Is there anyone that sees what's going on? Read between the lines, criticize the words they're selling. Think for yourself and feel the walls... become sand beneath your feet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Did Lee Squat? Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 I'll forgo the Rush songs since everyone here knows them. Neil is probably my favorite lyricist, with Limelight and Time Stand Still being my two favorites lyrically at the moment. Roger Waters is also a genius: Pink Floyd - Time Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Did Lee Squat? Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 Led Zeppelin - Ten Years Gone Then as it was, then again it will be An' though the course may change sometimes Rivers always reach the sea Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be Did you ever really need somebody, And really need 'em bad Did you ever really want somebody, The best love you ever had Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good 'Cause it was just the first time, And you knew you would Through the eyes an' I sparkle, Senses growing keen Taste your love along the way, See your feathers preen Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, Didn't have to grow We are eagles of one nest, The nest is in our soul Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be Oh darlin', oh darlin' I'm never gonna leave you. I never gonna leave Holdin' on, ten years gone Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HisCounterpart Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 (edited) Roger Waters - Perfect Sense Part I & II [HAL]: Stop Dave Will you stop Dave? Stop Dave I'm afraid I'm afraid Dave, my mind is going I can feel it I can feel it My mind is going There is no question about it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I'm afraid The monkey sat on a pile of stone And he stared at the broken bone in his hand Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land The monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town Hold on hold on soldier When you add it all up The tears and the marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pain in each measure And the Germans kill the Jews And the Jews kill the Arabs And the Arabs kill the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused He said Mama Mama, the President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said Don't make us laugh, you're a smart kid Time is linear Memory's a stranger History is for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine Sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden ----------------------------- Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Little black soul departs in perfect focus Hold on soldier Prime time fodder for the News at Nine Hold on, hold on soldier Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight [Marv Albert:] "Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert And welcome to our telecast Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium It's a beautiful day And today we expect a sensational matchup But first our global anthem" Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense [Marv:] "And here come the players As I speak to you now, the captain Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig He's at periscope depth It looks to me like he's going to attack By the way did you know that a submarine Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year" [Edward:]"That's LESS tax Marv" [Marv:]"Yeah, LESS tax Thank you Edward" [Edward:]"You're welcome" [Marv:]"Now back to the game...he fires one...yes There goes two; both fish are running The rig is going into a prevent defense Will they make it? I don't think so" Look out! Look at that baby burn! Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Edited April 14, 2009 by HisCounterpart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HisCounterpart Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 Jethro Tull - Heavy Horses Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust On octobers day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest, seasoning Last of the line at an honest days toil Turning the deep sod under Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone Flies at the nostrils plunder. The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie With the shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk To bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free Now youre down to the few And theres no work to do The tractors on its way. Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed To keep the old line going. And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods Behind the young trees growing To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth, Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry And the nights are seen to draw colder Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power Your noble grace and your bearing And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls In the wake of the deep plough, sharing. Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill Up into the cold wind facing In stiff battle harness, chained to the world Against the low sun racing Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A heavy horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Bring a song for the evening Clean brass to flash the dawn Across these acres glistening Like dew on a carpet lawn In these dark towns folk lie sleeping As the heavy horses thunder by To wake the dying city With the living horsemans cry At once the old hands quicken Bring pick and wisp and curry comb Thrill to the sound of all The heavy horses coming home. Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust On octobers day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest, seasoning Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A heavy horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Heavy horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free Now youre down to the few And theres no work to do The tractors on its way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HisCounterpart Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 Rush - Animate Polarize me Sensitize me Criticize me Civilize me Compensate me Animate me Complicate me Elevate me Goddess in my garden Sister in my soul Angel in my armor Actress in my role Daughter of a demon lover Empress of the hidden face Priestess of the pagan mother Ancient queen of inner space Spirit in my psyche Double in my role Alter in my image Struggle for control Mistress of the dark unconscious Mermaid of the lunar sea Daughter of the great enchantress Sister to the boy inside of me My counterpart, my foolish heart A man must learn to rule his tender part A warming trend, a gentle friend A man must build a fortress to defend A secret face, a touch of grace A man must learn to give a little space A peaceful state, a submissive trait A man must learn to gently dominate Polarize me Sensitize me Criticize me Civilize me Compensate me Animate me Complicate me Elevate me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HisCounterpart Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 Rush - Dreamline He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a star map of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas The promise of a decent job Far away from her hometown They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing When we are young Wandering the face of the Earth Wondering what our dreams might be worth Learning that we're only immortal For a limited time Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly When we are young Wandering the face of the Earth Wondering what our dreams might be worth Learning that we're only immortal For a limited time We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HisCounterpart Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 Queen - Drowse It's the sad-eyed goodbye Yesterday's moments I remember It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall It's the mistier mists the hazier days The brighter sun and the easier lays There's all the more reason for laughing and crying When you're younger and life isn't to hard at all It's the fantastic drowse Of the afternoon Sundays That bored you to rages of tears The unending pleadings To waste all your good times In thoughts of your middle-aged years It's the vertical hold all the things that you're told For the everyday hero it all turns to zero And there's all the more reason For living or dying when you're young And your troubles are all very small Out here on the street we'd gather and meet And scuff up the sidewalk With endlessly restless feet Half on the time we'd broaden our minds More in the pool hall Than we did in the school hall With the down town chewing gum bums Watching the night life the lights and the fun Never wanted to be the boy next door Always thought I'd be something more But it ain't easy for a small town boy It ain't easy at all Thinkin' it right and doin' it wrong It's easier from an arm chair Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess I think I'll be Clint Eastwood Jimi Hendrix he was good Let's try William the conqueror Now who else do I like? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ReRushed Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 "Baby's on Fire" by Brian Eno Baby's on fire Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter Baby's on fire And all the laughing boys are bitching Waiting for photos Oh the plot is so bewitching Rescuers row row Do your best to change the subject Blow the wind blow blow Lend some assistance to the object Photographers snip snap Take your time she's only burning This kind of experience Is necessary for her learning If you'll be my flotsam I could be half the man I used to They said you were hot stuff And that's what Baby's been reduced to... Juanita and Juan Very clever with maraccas Making their fortunes Selling second-hand tobaccoes Juan dances at Chico's And when the clients are evicted He empties the ashtrays And pockets all that he's collected But Baby's on fire! And all the instruments agree that Her temperature's rising But any idiot would know that Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HisCounterpart Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 (edited) Queen - My Melancholy Blues Another party's over and I'm left cold sober My baby left me for somebody new I don't wanna talk about it want to forget about it Wanna be intoxicated with that special brew So come and get me Let me Get in that sinking feeling that says my heart is On an all time low - so Don't expect me to behave perfectly And wear that sunny smile, my guess is I'm in For a cloudy and overcast Don't try and stop me Cos I'm heading for that stormy weather soon I'm causing a mild sensation with this new occupation I'm permanently glued to this extraordinary mood - one of the greatest lines ever written So now move over Let me take over With my Melancholy blues I'm causing a mild sensation with this new occupation I'm in the news Im just getting used to my new exposure So come into my enclosure And meet my Melancholy blues Edited April 14, 2009 by HisCounterpart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
naturalsciences101 Posted April 14, 2009 Author Share Posted April 14, 2009 Jethro Tull - Look Into The Sun To the sad song of one sweet evening I smiled and quickly turned away. It's not easy singing sad songs But still the easiest way I have to say. So when you look into the sun And see the things we havent done -- Oh was it better then to run Than to spend the summer crying. Now summer cannot come anyway. I had waited for time to change her. The only change that came was over me. She pretended not to want love -- I hope she was only fooling me. So when you look into the sun Look for the pleasures nearly won. Or was it better then to run Than to spend the summer singing. And summer could have come in a day. So if you hear my sad song singing Remember who and what you nearly had. Its not easy singing sad songs When you can sing the song to make me glad. So when you look into the sun And see the words you could have sung: Its not too late, only begun, We can still make summer. Yes, summer always comes anyway. So when you look into the sun And see the words you could have sung: Its not too late, only begun. Look into the sun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ReRushed Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 "Visions of Johanna" by Bob Dylan Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise, she's all right, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees" Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ReRushed Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 "I Should Have Known Better" by Wire In an act of contrition I lay down by your side It's not your place to comment On my state of distress For this is for real I've tears in my eyes Am I laughing or crying? I suggest I'm not lying I haven't found a measure yet to Calibrate my displeasure yet so To ignore my warning Could be your folly The judgment is harsh I offer no plea Valuing the vengeance which you treasure I've redefined the meaning of vendetta The procession's disordered You protect your possessions In light of your actions I question your love May I make an observation Your bite is worse than my aggression I should have known better I should have known better Than to become a target Albeit a target which moves No offer of terms or concessions For statements or confessions You don't feel warm I pass close by You shiver, I whisper Excuse me, what's your problem? Oh, I see I should have known better Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ReRushed Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 "The Other Window" by Wire He took his seat on the foreign train He thought it pleasant to travel again Mindful of the journey's end He read again the letter from his friend Time passed as it often does The seat was hard, the carriage fetid He was dressed for summer, but still he sweated It was better than being home Feeling the cold, and living alone Time passed slowly Around him people spoke in French Despite schooldays it made no sense Occasional stares caught his eye He was tempted to smile, but Being shy, time passed When he looked through the window For the thousandth time He saw a black horse fighting for its life In a barbed wire fence Fatally tangled The more it struggled The more it was strangled Time sped up He turned away There was nothing he could do The other window Had a nicer view Time passed painfully Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaye Posted April 14, 2009 Share Posted April 14, 2009 Two of my fave Tony Banks songs: Diamonds Aren't So Hard Don't let it bring you down Your woman's gone and left you The taxman's here he's knocking on your door - oh Don't let it bring you down Your brand new house is burning They're dumping toxic waste in your backyard - oh Your next door neighbour's gone and won the pools The life's so bad you wish that it was all over - over You and I Could leave this all behind Dream a little Leave ourselves behind Come with me Where dragons rule the air And diamonds aren't so hard to find And come what may Heroes never fail And time stands still No matter if you're young or old Don't let it bring you down Nothing lasts for ever Even female movie stars grow old - oh We try to break the rules and never age We try so hard but everything's in vain Then one day you wake and find that it's all over - over You and I Could leave this all behind Dream a little Leave ourselves behind Come with me Where dragons rule the air And diamonds aren't so hard to find And come what may Heroes never fail And time stands still No matter if you're young or old So come with me Where dragons rule the air And diamonds aren't so hard to find... A House Needs A Roof Wandering in a daze Through a cold mechanical maze I am lost and confused I am always the loser You tell me there's a place Where I can be alive Is it near is it far is it somewhere between This land you say exists that I've never seen Call me please talk to me tell me the truth I need to believe like a house needs a roof Is it strange is it wonderful I need to know Do you have a picture that you can show The minute to capture the moment has come The minute to capture the moment has come It's easy to believe But less easy to imagine I've grown so used to not coping Waiting eternally hoping Wishes come and go But this one will stay I know Could the time for adventure be Just around the corner Is it near is it far is it somewhere between The land you say exists that I've never seen Call me please talk to me tell me the truth I need to believe like a house needs a roof Is it strange is it wonderful I need to know Do you have a picture that you can show The minute to capture the moment has come The minute to capture the moment has come I wonder if it's true Do I put my faith in you Do I risk one more failure To add to this tale Or do I turn my back And slowly walk away Please tell me if you know Is it near is it far is it somewhere between The land you say exists that I've never seen Call me please talk to me tell me the truth I need to believe like a house needs a roof Is it strange is it wonderful I need to know Do you have a picture that you can show The minute to capture the moment has come The minute to capture the moment has come Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goose Posted April 15, 2009 Share Posted April 15, 2009 Skateaway I seen a girl on a one way corridor stealing down a wrong way street for all the world like an urban toreador she had wheels on on her feet well the cars do the usual dances same old cruise and the kerbside crawl but the rollergirl she's taking chances they just love to see her take them all no fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud hallelujah here she comes queen rollerball enchante what can I say don't care at all you know she used to have to wait around she used to be the lonely one but now that she can skate around town she's the only one no fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud she gets rock n roll a rock n roll station and a rock n roll dream she's making movies on location she don't know what it means but the music make her wanna be the story and the story was whatever was the song what it was rollergirl don't worry d.j. play the movies all night long she tortures taxi drivers just for fun she like to read their lips says toro toro taxi see ya tomorrow my son I swear she let a big truck grease her hip she got her own world in the city you can't intrude on her she got her own world in the city the city's been so rude to her no fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud she gets rock n roll a rock n roll station and a rock n roll dream she's making movies on location she don't know what it means but the music make her wanna be the story and the story was whatever was the song what it was rollergirl don't worry d.j. play the movies all night long come slippin and slidin life's a roller ball slippin and a slidin skateaway that's all Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Paulio91184 Posted April 15, 2009 Share Posted April 15, 2009 (edited) Genesis- In the Cage I got sunshine in my stomach Like I just rocked my baby to sleep. I got sunshine in my stomach But I can't keep me from creeping sleep, Sleep, deep in the deep. Rockface moves to press my skin White liquid turn sour within Turn fast - turn sour Turn sweat - turn sour. Must tell myself that I'm not here. I'm drowning in a liquid fear. Bottled in a strong compression, My distortion shows obsession In the cave. Get me out of this cave! If I keep my self-control, I'll be safe in my soul. And the childhood belief Brings a moment's relief, But my cynic soon returns And the lifeboat burns. My spirit just never learns. Stalactites, stalagmites Shut me in, lock me tight. Lips are dry, throat is dry. Feel like burning, stomach churning, I'm dressed up in a white costume Padding out leftover room. Body stretching, feel the wretching In the cage Get me out of the cage! In the glare of a light, I see a strange kind of sight; Of cages joined to form a star Each person can't go very far; All tied to their things They're netted by their strings, Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings. Outside the cage I see my Brother John, He turns his head so slowly round. I cry out Help! before he can be gone, And he looks at me without a sound. And I shout out 'John please help me!' But he does not even want to try to speak. I'm helpless in my violent rage And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek, And I watch him turn away and leave the cage. My little runaway. (Raindrops keep failing on my head, they keep falling on my...) In a trap, feel a strap Holding still. Pinned for kill. Chances narrow that I'll make it, In the cushioned straight-jacket. Just like 22nd Street, They got me by my neck and feet. Pressures building, can't take more. My headaches charge, earaches roar. In this pain Get me out of this pain. If I could change to liquid, I could fill the cracks up in the rocks. I know that I am solid And I am my own bad luck. Outside John disappears, my cage dissolves, without any reason my body revolves. Keep on turning Keep on turning... Turning around just spinning around. Vincent- Don McLean Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul... Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen; they did not know how -- Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen; they did not know how -- Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you But still, your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do -- But I could've told you, Vincent: This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you. Starry, Starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn, a bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen; they're not listening still -- Perhaps they never will... Edited April 15, 2009 by Paulio91184 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fridge Posted April 15, 2009 Share Posted April 15, 2009 Les Morts Dansant - Magnum Cannons roared in the valley they thundered While the guns lit up the night Then it rained and both sides wondered Who is wrong and who is right On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow Bloody hands and broken back When they fire see him pirouette solo Jump in time to the rat a tat What a night though it's one of seven What night for the dancing dead What a night to be called to heaven What a picture to fill your head By the wall in a silouette standing Through a flash of sudden light Cigarette from his mouth just hanging Paper square to his heart pinned tight Gather round reluctant marksmen One of them to take his life With a smile he gives them pardon Leaves the dark and takes the light What a night though it's one of seven What night for the dancing dead What a night to be called to heaven What a picture to fill your head They dispatch their precious cargo Knock him back right off his feet And they pray may no one follow Better still to face the beast When the field has become a garden And the wall has stood the test Children play and the dogs run barking Who would think or who would guess What a night though it's one of seven What night for the dancing dead What a night to be called to heaven What a picture to fill your head Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goose Posted April 15, 2009 Share Posted April 15, 2009 QUOTE (Paulio91184 @ Apr 15 2009, 02:33 AM) Vincent- Don McLean Excellent! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
naturalsciences101 Posted April 16, 2009 Author Share Posted April 16, 2009 Frank Zappa - Montana I might be movin' to Montana soon Just to raise me up a crop of Dental Floss Raisin' it up, waxin' it down In a little white box that I can sell uptown By myself I wouldn't have no boss, But I'd be raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Well I just might grow me some bees But I'd leave the sweet stuff For somebody else... but then, on the other hand I would keep the wax n' melt it down Pluck some Floss n' swish it aroun' I'd have me a crop An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana) Movin' to Montana soon Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am) Movin' to Montana soon Gonna be a Mennal-Toss Flycoon (say what?) AWESOME GUITAR SOLO AS ONLY ZAPPA CAN DELIVER I'm pluckin' the ol' Dental Floss That's growin' on the prairie Pluckin' the floss! I plucked all day an' all nite an' all Afternoon... I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss (His name is MIGHTY LITTLE) He's a good hoss Even though he's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or Blanket on anyway...anyway He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or Blanket on anyway Any way I'm pluckin' the ol' Dennil Floss Even if you think it is a little silly, folks I don't care if you think it's silly, folks I don't care if you think it's silly, folks I'm gonna find me a horse Just about this big And ride him all along the border line With a Pair of heavy-duty Zyrcon-encrusted tweezers in my hand Every other wrangler would say I was mighty grand By myself I wouldn't Have no boss But I'd be raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Raisin' my lonely Dental Floss Well I might Ride along the border With my tweezers gleamin' In the moon-lighty night And then I'd get a cuppa cawfee N' give my foot a push... Just me 'n the pymgy pony Over the Dental Floss Bush N' then I might just Jump back on An' ride like a cowboy Into the dawn of Montana Movin' to Montana soon (Yippy-I-O-Ty-Ay) Movin' to Montana soon Repeat refrain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
naturalsciences101 Posted April 16, 2009 Author Share Posted April 16, 2009 John Entwistle - I Believe in Everything Have you ever had the feeling that you've been this place before But you haven't, not in this life You've seen it, you've done it, you've heard it all before But you haven't, not in this life. Do you believe in Santa Claus and loving at first sight I hope you do, cause I do Do you believe in ghosts that rattle chains at dead of night I hope you do, cause I do. Cause I believe in everything Cause that's the simplest way for me to be I believe in everything To believe in everything you hear and see. Cause I believe in everything Cause that's the simplest way for me to be I believe in everything To believe in everything you hear and see. Have you ever had the feeling that you've been this place before But you haven't, not in this life You've seen it, you've done it, you've heard it all before But you haven't, not in this life. Do you believe in witchcraft, Heaven and Hell, King Kong Reincarnation, fairies at the bottom of the garden Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, goblins, ghouls and witches Things that go bump in the night Telepathy, eternal youth, Mickey Mouse, Father Christmas. Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it you would even say it glows All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names... John Entwistle - The Window Shopper The Window Shopper I'm waiting at the end of your garden Waiting for you to turn on the light I don't care if your husband's there I'm hidden by the night I can't afford to buy the kind of dirty books That show naked ladies with big chests I can't afford to pay a woman to keep we warm at night But that don't mean that I can't show no interest. There's no cause for alarm I don't mean no harm I'm just looking I'm just hoping for a glimpse Of something I've never had and never will I'm just window shopping. That's why I'm waiting at the end of your garden Waiting for you to turn on the light I don't care if your husband's there I'm hidden by the night. I can't afford to buy the kind of books That show naked ladies with big chests I can't afford to buy a woman to keep we warm at night But that don't mean that I can't show no interest. There's no cause for alarm I don't mean no harm I'm just looking I'm just hoping for a glimpse Of something I've never had and never will I'm just window shopping. That's why I'm waiting at the end of your garden Waiting for you to turn on the light Please don't draw the curtains Or I won't sleep tonight. I can't afford to buy the kind of dirty books That show naked ladies with big chests I can't afford to buy a woman to keep we warm at night But that don't mean that I can't show no interest. I can't afford to buy the kind of dirty books That show naked ladies with big chests I can't afford to buy a woman to keep we warm at night But that don't mean that I can't show no interest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stormtron Posted April 17, 2009 Share Posted April 17, 2009 Against Me! - T.S.R. (This Shit Rules) The party's over A CD's skipping It's the same hook repeating Grows more grating with each passing second... And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going I hope everybody had a real, real good time The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying, my heart's racing to keep up And I hope I haven't overdone it, no... I hope my body can take it I hope I make the occasion It's only this f*cked up I start realizing all this living is just dying and if these are my friends, if this is my home if this is how i spend my nights how I communicate, and demonstrate a love of life... My eyes roll into the back of my head if these are the last words that I've ever said No, I'm not ready to die just yet Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ReRushed Posted April 17, 2009 Share Posted April 17, 2009 "Jump Around" by House of Pain Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops [Chorus] I came to get down [2x] So get out your seats and jump around Jump around [3x] Jump up Jump up and get down. Jump [18x] I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill [Chorus] I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya [Chorus] Jump [32x] Yo, this is dedicated To Joe, da flava, Dakota Grag yo bozac, punk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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