A Song For You. (Lyrics Thread)

[devilmunchkin]

More than This by THe CUre

For a second of your life
Tell me that it's true
Waiting for a sign
It's all I want of you
Your heart hides a secret
A promise of what is
Something more than this

Just a second of your time
Anyone will do
A taste of any other
Is all I want from you
Offer me the world
And how can I resist
Something more than this

Make believe in magic
Make believe in dreams
Make believe impossible
Nothing as it seems
See, touch, taste, smell, hear
But never know if it's real
(Never know if it's real)

For a second of your life
Tell me if it's true
Anywhere we are
It's all I want of you
your lips lies a secret
A promise of a kiss
Of something more than this

Just a second of your time
Anyone will do
To know any other
Is all I want from you
Giving me the world
Now I can't resist
Something more than this

Make believe in magic
Make believe in dreams
Make believe impossible
Nothing as it seems
Never really understand
What anything means
(What anything means)

Another second of my life
Not knowing if it's true
Make believe in nothing
Is all I want of you
Whisper me a secret
Whisper me there is
Always something other
Something more than this

[SlowwHand]

Two For Tuesday; Peter Tosh

Rumors Of War

Talkin’ ‘bout war
And rumors of war
Talkin’ ‘bout the coming of Jah
The time is not far
Oh my majesty
Please rescue me-e-e
Oh my majesty
Can’t you rescue me-e-e
Wars
Rumors of war
Talkin’ ‘bout the coming of my father
The time is not far
God when I reach home
How happy I’ll be
Knowing I am home
Where I am free
Talkin’ ‘bout war
And rumors of war
Talkin’ bout the coming of the Negus
The time is not far
Oh my(3x) majesty
Can’t you rescue me
When I look upon creation
All I see is man’s abomination
Causing combination
Amongst the younger generation
War
Rumors of war
Talkin’ ‘bout the coming of Jah Jah
The time is not far
When I reach that place
Gonna be happy and free
Knowing I’m in that land
And I’ve got my liberty
And I see war in a Beirut
War in a...
Lebanon
Syria, yeah
Pakistan
Namibia
Soweto
Johannesburg
South Africa
Make sure your hands and heart are clean
So you can rally around the red, gold and green

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The Poor Man Feel It


(Chorus)
Gotta find a solution to this pollution (4x)
The poor man a feel it (4x)
Gas gone up
Bus fare gone up
The rent gone up
For meal gone up?
Lighting gone up
The tax gone up
Car parts gone up
And mi can’t take the first law
(Repeat Chorus)
Time gone up
Scallion gone up
Onion gone up
Red beans gone up
Black pepper gone up
Chicken gone up
And the parents them angry
Cause the pickney them hungry
(Repeat Chorus)

[Skanky Burns]

Peter Tosh?

Damn Fur Elise - no lyrics.

[Skanky Burns]

Natural Mystic
Bob Marley

There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die - don't ask me why

Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell you no lie
One and all have to face reality now
'tho I've tried to find the answer to all the questions they ask
'tho I know it's impossible to go living through the past
Don't tell no lie

There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
Can't keep them down
If you listen carefully now you will hear

Sun Is Shining
Bob Marley

Sun is shining, the weather is sweet
Make you wanna move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know ya, where I stand

To the rescue (Monday morning), here I am
Want you to know just if you can (Tuesday evening), where I stand
(Wednesday morning) Tell myself a new day is rising
(Thursday evening) Get on the rise a new day is dawning
(Friday morning), here I am
(Saturday evening) Want you to know just
Want you to know just where I stand

When the morning gathers the rainbow
Want you to know, I'm a rainbow too
So to the rescue, here I am
Want you to know just if you can, where I stand

We lift our heads and give Jah praises

Sun is shining, the weather is sweet now
Make you wanna move your dancing feet
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know just if you can, where I
Know Know Know Know where I stand

Monday morning, scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop
Tuesday evening, scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop
Wednesday morning, scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop
Thursday evening, scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop
Friday morning, scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop
Saturday evening, scoo-be-doop-scoop-scoop

So, to the rescue, to the rescue, to the rescue
Awake from my sleep and slumber
Today could be your lucky number
Sun is shining and the weather is sweet

[Skanky Burns]

To The Sky
Mayhem of Oz

Whisper into the wind on a silent prayer
Close your eyes and disappear
Breathe in deep, and make believe
That what you taste is real to thee.

Saturate yourself in how this feels
Hear the leaves crumble under feet
Come alive, its now you realise
That everything is free when you dream.

CHORUS
Hey, I can fly. In my dreams I'm alive.
Hey, I can fly to the sky. x2

Relish in how this feels
But this feeling's only a dream.
For nowhere in reality
Does this even exist.

Escape to be free
For me this is in
My dreams

Chorus x3

[Master Zen]

Originally posted by MosesPresley


Sorry,

I was referring to "Broadway".

Billy Joel is an overpaid lounge act. Don't get me wrong, he has the hooks, but man, the majority of his output is pure schmaltz.

ok!

I'll take back the things you say about Billy Joel if only because someone who appreciates Broadway is obviously a Clash fan!!

And personally, I think Sandinista! is their best album even though thare are many really bad songs, the good ones make up for it and I like the social/political perspective.

[SlowwHand]

Originally posted by Skanky Burns


Peter Tosh?

Why does that surprise you so much?
I can say, in all honesty, that my musical tastes are probably as eclectic as anyone in the world.

[MosesPresley]

One of my faves from Sandinista! and it still relevant.

Midnight Log
The Clash


Working for the devil
You'll have to pay his tax
That means going to see him
Down among the racks
You don't believe in him
but he can wait for you.
You do his work so fine
He'll remember you

Worried for my friend
As he shows me round the flat
Where I don't wanna find him
His lips an' eyelids black
He don't believe my speech
That lines can and should be drawn
Like if he had a shotgun
The barrels would be sawn

Swallowed by the river
Swollen by the rains
That leakin' ol' computer
Of fingerprints and names
Swimming in the river
That floods the neighborhood
I would call to you
But it would do no good

Voting for the law
That's the general occupation
First comes the public safety
Second comes the nation
You won't believe me now
But there's been some illumination
The wisest cops have realized
They f*cked the operation

Cooking up the books
A respected occupation
The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations
They don't believe in crime
They know that it exists
But to understand
What's right and wrong
The lawyers work in shifts

'N speaking of the devil
He ain't been seen for years
'Cept every 20 mins
He zooms between me ears
I don't believe in books
But I read all the time
For ciphers to the riddles
An' reasons to the rhymes

[Ramo]

Sandanista! is too hit-and-miss IMO. But it does have great songs, such as this one

Washington Bullets
The Clash

Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again

As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again

And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,
For Castro is a colour,
Is a redder than red,
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the colour...
...That will earn you a spray of lead

For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America

Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?

'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
Que?
Sandinista!

[MosesPresley]

Ramo,

I was going to post that one. . . eventually. Good choice.

[SlowwHand]

River Of Tears
Eric Clapton


It's three miles to the river
That would carry me away
And two miles to the dusty street
That I saw you on today.
It's four miles to my lonely room
Where I will hide my face
And about half a mile to the downtown bar
That I ran from in disgrace.
Lord how long have I got to keep on running
Seven hours seven days or seven years?
All I know is since you've been gone
I feel like I'm drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feel like I'm drowning,
Drowning in a river.
In three more days, I'll leave this town
And disappear without a trace.
A year from now, maybe settle down
Where no one knows my face.
I wish that I could hold you
One more time to ease the pain,
But my time's run out and I got to go,
Got to run away again.
Still I catch myself thinking,
One day I'll find my way back here.
You'll save me from drowning,
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feels like I'm drowning,
Drowning in the river.
Lord, how long must this go on?
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.

[Clear Skies]

Joan Osborne - One Of Us

If God had a name
What would it be?
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?

If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see if, seeing meant
That you would have to believe in things like heaven
And in Jesus and the saints, and all the prophets?

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?

Just trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
No, nobody calling on the phone
No, just tryin' to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

[Caesar the Great]

Flirtin' With Disaser ~ Molly Hatchet

I'm travelin' down the road an’ I'm flirtin' with disaster
I've got the pedal to the floor an’ my life is running faster
I'm outta money outta hope it looks like self destruction
Well how much more can we take with all of this corruption

We’re flirtin' with disaster, ya'll know what I mean
And the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don’t know about yourself or what you wanna to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny

I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm draggin’ a heavy load.
Yet I've tried to turn my head away,
Feel about the same most every day
You know what I’m talkin’ about man

Speeding down the fast lane an’ honey we’re playin' from town to town
The boys and I been burnin' it up can't seem to slow it down
I got the pedal to the floor our lives are runnin' faster,
We got our sight set straight ahead but I ain't sure what we're after

We’re flirtin' with disaster ya'll damn sure know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you plan to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny

Yeah!! We're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Though I try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
An’ you are too baby, Ha ha ha ha ha
You aim for everyone, Oh come on baby

We’re flirtin' with disaster baby ya'll know what I mean
You know the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you plan to be
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny

Yeah!! We're travelin' down this lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Though I try to turn my head away, Bop mm bop bop yeah
We’re flirtin' with disaster every day.


Hazey Jane I ~ Nick Drake

Do you curse where you come from,
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right.
Do you like what you're doing,
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder
What you're doing it for.
Hey slow Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.

Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that's past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast.
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst,
Do you hope to find new ways
Of doing better than your worst.
Hey slow Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.

Do it for you,
Sure that you would do the same for me one day.
So try to be true,
Even if it's only in your hazey way.

Can you tell if you're moving
With no mirror to see,
If you're just riding a new man
Looks a little like me.
Is it all so confusing,
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming
Can you sign up and leave.
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.


The Way We Get By ~ Spoon

We get high in back seats of cars
We break into mobile homes
We go to sleep to shake appeal
Never wake up on our own

And that's the way we get by
Way we get by
And that’s the way we get by
Way we get by

We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some with sin
We seek out the taciturn

And that's the way we get by
Way we get by
And that’s the way we get by
Way we get by

We found a new kind of dance in a magazine
Tried it out it's like nothing you ever seen
You sweet talk like a cop and you know it
You bought a new bag of pot, said let's make a new start

And that's the way to my heart
The way to my heart

That's the way we get by
Way we get by

We get high in back seats of cars
We put faith in our concerns
Fall in love to down on the street
We believe in the sum of ourselves

I said that's the way we get by

[SlowwHand]

Strange Fruit
Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.


Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck
For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

[ixnay]

Unwritten Law - Cailin

well it seemed like yesterday
when the world was looking dark
it felt so cold and grey
and why the hell am I even here
what's the purpose, all I feel is guilt and hate and fear
til that day you came along
my heart was empty
like the soul was missing from a song
and I thought I'd loved a few
no one ever made me feel
the way that you do
hey little girl
lok what you do
oh, I love you
hey little girl, I love you
well I know I'm not always right
and girl it breaks my heart
when I have to see cry
so many things I wanna say
now I know that you're the reason
that I'm here today
whenever you're here
just stay near
we'll be alright, yeah alright
hey little girl
look what you do
oh, I love you
hey little girl
look what you do, and you do
when all my love starts running thin
I got you my own Cailin
hey little girl, I love you
I'll be alright
but I need you close
please stay tonight
as long as you're here
just stay near
we'll be alright, yeah alright

Describes me in the past week.