Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

You Can Tell Everybody, This Is Your Song - Lyrics

Collapse
X
 
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • Machairistas

    Come my little soul

    You're such a child deep down
    You're so good by mistake
    You're so naive that if you want You can
    Find everything the clever onces lose

    You're such a funny little tough one
    I even kiss your little finger
    That got hurt
    What do you want the brawl for
    What do you want it since you get the nice deal

    Come on my little soul, come on my little heart
    I know you're not what you let be seen
    Others have played you
    Others got you in a mess
    Cry because when you cry you look younger

    Bite your lips
    I'm your handkerchief
    I wipe out the ice from the glare
    Come on my little dummie, take a hold from my caress
    Hold on here lest the current carries you away

    Don't pose as a rotten one to me
    I don't play you with hidden cards
    I find this crack where the raw life
    Adores the lost body

    There are no waters of Jordanes
    And when my baby you "catch" harbor
    Don't think it too much, all sinners
    All from they same blend

    Come on my little soul, come on my little heart
    I know you're not what you let be seen
    Others have played you
    Others got you in a mess
    Cry because when you cry you look younger
    Last edited by Bereta_Eder; February 26, 2004, 09:49.

    Comment


    • Triple Shot Thursday; Bob Dylan

      Like A Rolling Stone

      Once upon a time you dressed so fine
      You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
      People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
      You thought they were all kiddin' you
      You used to laugh about
      Everybody that was hangin' out
      Now you don't talk so loud
      Now you don't seem so proud
      About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

      How does it feel
      How does it feel
      To be without a home
      Like a complete unknown
      Like a rolling stone?

      You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
      But you know you only used to get juiced in it
      And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
      And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
      You said you'd never compromise
      With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
      He's not selling any alibis
      As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
      And say do you want to make a deal?

      How does it feel
      How does it feel
      To be on your own
      With no direction home
      Like a complete unknown
      Like a rolling stone?

      You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
      When they all did tricks for you
      You never understood that it ain't no good
      You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
      You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
      Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
      Ain't it hard when you discover that
      He really wasn't where it's at
      After he took from you everything he could steal.

      How does it feel
      How does it feel
      To be on your own
      With no direction home
      Like a complete unknown
      Like a rolling stone?

      Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
      They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
      Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
      But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
      You used to be so amused
      At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
      Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
      When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
      You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

      How does it feel
      How does it feel
      To be on your own
      With no direction home
      Like a complete unknown
      Like a rolling stone?

      **************************************

      Tangled Up In Blue

      Early one morning the sun was shining.
      I was laying in bed
      Wondering if she'd changed it all.
      If her hair was still red.
      Her folks, they said, our lives together
      Sure was gonna be rough.
      They never did like Mama's homemade dress.
      Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
      And I was standing on the side of the road,
      Rain falling on my shoes,
      Heading out for the east coast.
      Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through,
      Tangled up in blue.

      She was married when we first met.
      Soon to be divorced.
      I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
      But I used a little too much force.
      We drove that car as far as we could;
      Abandoned it out west.
      Split it up on a dark sad night;
      Both agreeing it was best.
      She turned around to look at me
      As I was walking away.
      I heard her say over my shoulder
      "We'll meet again someday on the avenue."
      Tangled up in blue.

      I had a job in the great north woods
      Working as a cook for a spell,
      But I never did like it all that much
      And one day the axe just fell.
      So I drifted down to New Orleans
      Where I happened to be employed
      Working for a while on a fishing boat
      Right outside of Delacroix,
      But all the while I was alone.
      The past was close behind.
      I seen a lot of women,
      But she never escaped my mind and I just grew
      Tangled up in blue.

      She was working in a topless place
      And I stopped in for a beer.
      I just kept looking at the side of her face
      In the spotlight so clear
      And later on as the crowd thinned out
      I's just about to do the same,
      She was standing there in back of my chair.
      Said to me "Don't I know your name?"
      I muttered something underneath my breath.
      She studied the lines on my face.
      I must admit I felt a little uneasy
      When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe.
      Tangled up in blue.

      She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe.
      "I thought you'd never say hello," she said,
      "You look like the silent type."
      Then she opened up a book of poems
      And handed it to me.
      Written by an Italian poet
      From the thirteenth century
      And every one of them words rang true
      And glowed like burning coal
      Pouring off of every page
      Like it was written in my soul from me to you
      Tangled up in blue.

      I lived with them on Montague Street
      In a basement down the stairs.
      There was music in the cafe's at night
      And revolution in the air.
      Then he started into dealing with slaves
      And something inside of him died.
      She had to sell everything she owned
      And froze up inside
      And when finally the bottom fell out,
      I became withdrawn.
      The only thing I knew how to do
      Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
      Tangled up in blue.

      So now I'm going back again.
      I got to get her somehow.
      All the people we used to know;
      They're an illusion to me now.
      Some are mathematicians.
      Some are carpenter's wives.
      Don't know how it all got started.
      I don't what they're doing with their lives,
      But me, I'm still on the road
      Heading for another joint.
      We always did feel the same.
      We just saw it from a different point of view.
      Tangled up in blue.

      **************************************

      Subterranean Homesick Blues


      Johnny's in the basement
      Mixing up the medicine
      I'm on the pavement
      Thinking about the government
      The man in the trench coat
      Badge out, laid off
      Says he's got a bad cough
      Wants to get it paid off
      Look out kid
      It's somethin' you did
      God knows when
      But you're doin' it again
      You better duck down the alley way
      Lookin' for a new friend
      The man in the coon-skin cap
      In the pig pen
      Wants eleven dollar bills
      You only got ten

      Maggie comes fleet foot
      Face full of black soot
      Talkin' that the heat put
      Plants in the bed but
      The phone's tapped anyway
      Maggie says that many say
      They must bust in early May
      Orders from the D. A.
      Look out kid
      Don't matter what you did
      Walk on your tip toes
      Don't try "No Doz"
      Better stay away from those
      That carry around a fire hose
      Keep a clean nose
      Watch the plain clothes
      You don't need a weather man
      To know which way the wind blows

      Get sick, get well
      Hang around an ink well
      Ring bell, hard to tell
      If anything is goin' to sell
      Try hard, get barred
      Get back, write braille
      Get jailed, jump bail
      Join the army, if you fail
      Look out kid
      You're gonna get hit
      But losers, cheaters
      Six-time users
      Hang around the theaters
      Girl by the whirlpools
      Lookin' for a new fool
      Don't follow leaders
      Watch the parkin' meters

      Ah get born, keep warm
      Short pants, romance, learn to dance
      Get dressed, get blessed
      Try to be a success
      Please her, please him, buy gifts
      Don't steal, don't lift
      Twenty years of schoolin'
      And they put you on the day shift
      Look out kid
      They keep it all hid
      Better jump down a manhole
      Light yourself a candle
      Don't wear sandals
      Try to avoid the scandals
      Don't wanna be a bum
      You better chew gum
      The pump don't work
      'Cause the vandals took the handles
      Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
      "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
      He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

      Comment


      • KEITH URBAN - You'll Think Of Me

        I woke up early this morning around 4am
        With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
        I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
        But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
        Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
        I've been tryin' my best to get along
        But that's OK
        There's nothing left to say, but

        Take your records, take your freedom
        Take your memories I don't need'em
        Take your space and take your reasons
        But you'll think of me
        And take your cat and leave my sweater
        'Cause we have nothing left to weather
        In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
        But you'll think of me, you'll think of me

        I went out driving trying to clear my head
        I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
        I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
        And all the baggage that seems to still exist
        It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
        Is not knowing what we could have been
        What we should have been
        So

        Take your records, take your freedom
        Take your memories I don't need'em
        Take your space and take your reasons
        But you'll think of me
        And take your cat and leave my sweater
        'Cause we have nothing left to weather
        In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
        But you'll think of me

        Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
        Don't worry, I'll be fine
        I'm gonna be alright
        While you're sleeping with your pride
        Wishing I could hold you tight
        I'll be over you
        And on with my life

        So take your records, take your freedom
        Take your memories I don't need'em
        And take your cat and leave my sweater
        'Cause we have nothing left to weather
        In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
        But you'll think of me

        So take your records, take your freedom
        Take your memories I don't need'em
        Take your space and all your reasons
        But you'll think of me
        And take your cat and leave my sweater
        'Cause we got nothing left to weather
        In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
        But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah

        And you're gonna think of me
        Oh someday baby, someday
        "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -Katherine Hepburn

        Comment


        • Triple Shot Thursday with The Velvet Underground

          White Light, White Heat

          White light, White light goin' messin' up my mind
          White light, and don't you know its gonna make me go blind
          White heat, aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes
          White light, Ooo have mercy white light have it goodness knows

          White light, White light goin' messin' up my brain
          White light, Aww white light its gonna drive me insane
          White heat, Aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes
          White light, Aww white light I said now goodness knows, do it

          Hmm hmm, White light
          Aww I surely do love to watch that stuff tip itself in
          Hmm hmm, White light
          Watch that side, watch that side don't you know it gonna be dead in the drive
          Hmm hmm, White heat
          Hey foxy mama watchin' her walk down the street
          Hmm hmm, White light
          Come up side your head gonna make a deadend on your street

          White light, White light moved in me through my brain
          White light, White light goin' makin' you go insane
          White heat, Aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes
          White light, Aww white light I said now goodness knows

          White light, Aww white light it lighten up my eyes
          White light, don't you know it fills me up with suprise
          White light, Aww white heat tickle me down to my toes
          White light, Aww white light I tell you now goodness knows, now work it

          Hmm hmm, White light
          Aww she surely do moves me
          Hmm hmm, White light
          Watch that speed freak, watch that speed freak everybody gonna go and make it every week
          Hmm hmm, White heat
          Aww sputter mutter everybody gonna go kill their mother
          Hmm hmm, White light
          Here she comes, here she comes, everybody get 'n gone make me run to her

          Here She Comes Now

          Now, if she ever comes now, now
          If she ever comes now, now
          If she ever comes now...
          Now, if she ever comes now, now
          If she ever comes now, now
          If she ever comes now...

          Ah oh, it looks so good
          Ah oh, she's made out of wood
          Just look and see

          Oh, it's made out of wood
          Just look and see now
          She ever comes, she ever comes now
          Now, now, now, now
          She ever, ever, ever comes n-n-n-now...

          Lady Godiva's Operation

          Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely
          Pats the head of another curly haired boy, just another toy
          Sick with silence she weps sincerely
          saying word that have oh so clearly been said
          so long ago
          Draperies wrapped gently 'round her shoulder
          Life has made her that much bolder now
          that she's found out how
          Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy
          Pride and joy of the latest penny faire
          pretty passing care
          Hair today now dipped in the water
          Making love to every poor daughter's son
          isn't it fun
          Now today propping grace with envy
          Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
          and hasn't a care
          Doctor is coming the nurse thinks SWEETLY
          Turning on the machines that NEATLY pump air
          the body lies bare
          Shaved and hairless what once was SCREAMING
          now lies silent and almost SLEEPING
          the brain must have gone away
          Straped securly to the white table
          ether caused the body to wither and writhe
          underneath the white light
          Doctor arrives with knife and baggage
          sees the growth as just so much cabbage
          that now
          must be cut away
          Now come the moment of Great! Great! Decision!
          The doctor is making his first incision
          One goes here--one goes there
          The ether tube's leaking says someone who's sloppy
          the patient it seems is not so well sleeping
          The screams echo up the hall
          Don't panic someone give him pentathol instantly
          Doctor removes his blade
          cagily slow from the brain
          By my count of ten--
          the head won't move
          "I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?" -Frank Zappa
          "A thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. Moderation in temper is always a virtue, but moderation in principle is always a vice."- Thomas Paine
          "I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours." -Bob Dylan

          Comment


          • and he found Imran.

            The Devil Went Down To Georgia
            Charlie Daniels Band


            The Devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal
            He was in a bind, cause he was way behind
            And he was willing to make a deal

            Well he come across a young man sawing on a fiddle and he played it hot
            The Devil jumped up on a hickory stump
            And said "Boy, let me tell you what

            In case you didn't know it, I'm a fiddle player too
            And if you care to make a dare
            I'll make a bet with you

            Now you play pretty good fiddle, son but give the Devil his due
            I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
            Cause I think I'm better than you"

            Well the boy said "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin
            But I'll take your bet you're gonna regret
            Cause I'm the best there's ever been"

            Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
            Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia
            And the Devil deals the cards

            And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold
            But if you lose the Devil gets your soul
            The Devil opened up his case, and said, "I'll start this show"
            And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow
            When he pulled that bow across the strings, it made an evil hiss
            And a band of demons joined in, it sounded just like this

            When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well you're pretty good old son
            But just sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done"

            He played Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
            The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
            Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
            Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no"

            The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
            And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet
            And Johnny said, "Devil, come on back if you ever want to try again
            But I told you once, you son of a *****, I'm the best there's ever been!"

            He played Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
            The Devil's in the house with the rising sun
            Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough
            Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no"
            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

            Comment


            • down in a hole, alice in chains.

              Bury Me Softly In This Womb
              I Give This Part Of Me For You
              Sand Rains Down And Here I Sit
              Holding Rare Flowers
              In A Tomb.....In Bloom

              Down In A Hole And I Don't Know
              If I Can Be Saved
              See My Heart I Decorate It
              Like A Grave
              You Don't Understand Who They
              Thought I Was Supposed To Be
              Look At Me Now A Man
              Who Won't Let Himself Be

              Down In A Hole, Losin' My Soul
              Down In A Hole, Losin' Control
              I'd Like To Fly
              But My Wings Have Been So Denied

              Down In A Hole And They've Put All
              The Stones In Their Place
              I've Eaten The Sun So My Tongue
              Has Been Burned Of The Taste
              I Have Been Guilty
              Of Kicking Myself In The Teeth
              I Will Speak No More
              Of My Feelings Beneath

              Oh I Want To Be Inside Of You

              got me wrong.
              Yeh, it goes away
              All of this and more of nothing in my life
              No color clay
              Individuality not safe

              As of now I bet you got me wrong
              So unsure you run from something strong

              I can't let go
              Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow
              Feel a tortured brain
              Show your belly like you want me to

              As of now I bet you got me wrong
              So unsure you run from something strong

              I haven't felt like this in so long
              Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
              That don't last forever
              Something's gotta turn out right

              You sugar taste
              Sweetness doesn't often touch my face
              Stay if you please
              You may not be here when I leave

              As of now I bet you got me wrong
              So unsure we reach for something strong

              I haven't felt like this in so long
              Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
              Strong, I haven't felt like this in so long
              Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
              That don't last forever
              Something's gotta turn out right

              rooster.
              Ain't Found A Way To
              Kill Me Yet
              Eyes Burn With Stinging
              Sweat
              Seems Every Path Leads Me To
              Nowhere
              Wife And Kids And Household Pet
              Army Green Was No Safe Bet
              The Bullets Scream To Me From Somewhere

              Here They Come To Snuff The Rooster
              Yeah Here Come The Rooster
              You Know He Ain't Gonna Die

              Walkin' Tall Machine Gun Man
              They Spit On Me In My Homeland
              Gloria Sent Me Pictures
              Of My Boy
              Got My Pills 'Gainst
              Mosquito Death
              My Buddy's Breathin'
              His Dyin' Breath
              Oh God Please Won't You Help
              Me Make It Through
              I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
              [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

              Comment


              • Arvanitaki

                I'm in love with your eyes


                For your two light blue eyes
                That are such grace and caprice
                I've sent away any of my old loves
                And I go around the winecups


                What if with lies they trick me
                What if others with love they look
                I cannot for a minute deny them
                And fall in love with other eyes


                I'm in love with your eyes (your eyes)
                I told you and I'll always tell you
                And if I lose it in front of your stairway
                (oh oh oh )
                Nights without dawn I'll be crying

                I can even become a murderer
                Even if the crowd laughs at me

                I'm in love with your eyes
                I told you and I'll always tell you

                It's like they've left the heavens
                And they look with such pride
                Those little eyes that light fires
                Wherever they tell the world's lies

                In front of them the stars lower
                And the tough dudes end up in a brawl
                Eyes whom whoever saw just for one night
                Got damage in the heart

                I'm in love with your eyes (your eyes)
                I told you and I'll always tell you
                And if I lose it in front of your stairway
                (oh oh oh )
                Nights without dawn I'll be crying

                I can even become a murderer
                Even if the crowd laughs at me

                I'm in love with your eyes
                I told you and I'll always tell you

                Comment


                • Two For Tuesday; Traffic

                  Vagabond Virgin


                  Tell me how you want me to be, then look again and you will see
                  That I still look the same, love
                  Think me into any shape, your twisted mind has no escape
                  But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love
                  You can learn how to play
                  Born like you were in a terrible mess,
                  Didn't know what it was to have a new dress
                  You just wanted to scream my name
                  Till somebody said,'Let me take you to bed'
                  And with money and lies, they filled your head
                  You were barely thirteen, a child from the villages
                  So fresh on the scene.

                  *****************************************

                  Who Knows What Tomorrow May Bring


                  We are not like all the rest
                  You can see us any day of the week.
                  Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep
                  Baby you don't have to speak.
                  I'd like to show you where it is
                  But then it wouldn't even mean a thing.
                  Nothing is easy, baby just please me
                  Who knows what tomorrow may bring.

                  If for just one moment
                  You could step outside your mind.
                  And float across the ceiling
                  I don't think the folks would mind.

                  We are not like all the rest
                  You can see us any day of the week.
                  Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep
                  Baby you don't have to speak.
                  I'd like to show you where it is
                  But then it wouldn't even mean a thing.
                  Nothing is easy, baby just please me
                  Who knows what tomorrow may bring.

                  Well if for just one moment
                  You could step outside your mind.
                  And float across the ceiling
                  I don't think the folks would mind.

                  Who knows (who knows, who knows) what tomorrow may bring (repeat to fade)
                  Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                  "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                  He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

                  Comment


                  • Where You Come From, Pantera.

                    When the world pronounced me dead
                    put me in the grave
                    the cut off my legs
                    it was not long
                    I couldn't hold my mouth
                    I ran my head
                    I ran my head

                    It's strange to be around again
                    things might have killed me
                    but not the bastard in the skies
                    I was f*cking with the plan
                    asking for it all,
                    call it karma or guilt
                    being dragged down the road
                    call it wisdom or ignorance

                    But it's still alive
                    and it's in me now
                    and it lives and breathes
                    but, I can't give a f*ck
                    I've got a big mouth
                    and there's a lot to learn
                    from a bottle of whiskey
                    it's where you come from
                    (the south)

                    A remedy to the curse
                    cold turkey, drop the bomb
                    on harder wares control
                    suspend above, become one
                    Look at what's around
                    It may piss you off
                    It might be sh*t
                    But I just can't lie around
                    Feeling sorry for myself

                    I could care less
                    (from weed and whiskey)
                    I fell in front of my friends
                    I dropped out in front of the world
                    you call that supernatural?
                    I ain't

                    Black wings will weather your flight
                    for some there's no second time
                    following paths of your life
                    I stepped off the mountain to the sky

                    watch your ass no
                    it's where you come from
                    I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
                    [Brandon Roderick? You mean Brock's Toadie?][Hanged from Yggdrasil]

                    Comment


                    • Loizos

                      The Accordion
                      (allegory song for the junta)

                      In my old neighborhood I had a friend
                      Who knew and played the accordion

                      When he sung he was the spitting image of the sun
                      The accordion kindled fires in his hands

                      But one night, dark as all others
                      He kept watch while playing the accordion

                      German vans stood in the yard
                      And a blast stopped the accordion

                      The signal-that-had-started, always stays with me
                      Whenever from then on I listen to accordion

                      And it has marked my life like a stamp
                      And it has marked my life like a stamp

                      Fascism will not pass
                      Fascism will not pass
                      Last edited by Bereta_Eder; March 2, 2004, 14:21.

                      Comment


                      • Tightrope
                        Electric Light Orchestra


                        They say some days you're gonna win,
                        They say some days you're gonna lose.
                        I tell you I got news for you
                        Your losin' all the time you never win
                        If you believe that's how it's gonna be I'd better put you down
                        Get off your tightrope up there come down on
                        The ground you gotta save me now,
                        You better turn around.
                        When I looked around, I was heading down.
                        Won't somebody throw me down a line.

                        They say some days you gotta give--
                        They say some days you gotta take--
                        If that's the way it's gotta be,
                        Roll it over and you will see.
                        The city streets are full of people going nowhere making time.
                        The change from night to day is really only hours,
                        It's just along the line can't you see the sign
                        When I looked around, I was heading down,
                        Won't somebody throw me down a line.

                        I want to look you straight in the eye,
                        I want to tell you how I really feel,
                        I can feel the wheels turnin' round,
                        Won't somebody throw me down a line
                        The city streets are full of people going nowhere making time,
                        The change from night to day is really only hours
                        It's just along the line, can't you see the sign
                        When I closed my eyes, I was so surprised
                        Somebody had thrown me down the line--stopped me drownin
                        Last edited by SlowwHand; March 2, 2004, 19:30.
                        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

                        Comment


                        • Tales of Brave Ulysses
                          Cream


                          You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
                          But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

                          And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
                          And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
                          How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
                          For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

                          And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
                          And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
                          And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
                          Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

                          The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
                          And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

                          Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
                          And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
                          With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
                          By the sirens sweetly singing.

                          The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
                          And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
                          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

                          Comment


                          • The Warrior
                            Scandal


                            You run, run...run away
                            It's your heart...that you betray
                            Feeding on...your hungry eyes
                            I bet you're not so civilized

                            Well, isn't love..primitive
                            A wild gift...that you wanna give
                            Break out of captivity
                            And follow me, stereo jungle child
                            Love is the kill.....your heart's still wild

                            Chorus:
                            Shootin' at the walls of heartache, bang, bang, I am the warrior
                            Well I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win..if you survive
                            the warrior....the warrior

                            You talk, talk, you talk to me
                            Your eyes touch me physically
                            Stay with me, we'll take the night
                            As passion takes another bite

                            Who's the hunter...who's the game?
                            I feel the beat...call your name
                            I hold you close...in victory
                            Idon't wanna tame your animal style..
                            you won't be caged...in the call of the wild....

                            Repeat Chorus

                            Shootin' at the walls of heartache (shootin' at the walls of heartache)
                            The warrior.....
                            I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win
                            heart to heart you'll win...if you survive
                            The warrior...the warrior

                            shootin' at the walls of heartache, bang, bang, I am the warrior
                            yes I am the warrior and victory is mine
                            The warrior...the warrior
                            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

                            Comment


                            • Visions of Johanna (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
                              "I wrote a song about dental floss but did anyone's teeth get cleaner?" -Frank Zappa
                              "A thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. Moderation in temper is always a virtue, but moderation in principle is always a vice."- Thomas Paine
                              "I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours." -Bob Dylan

                              Comment


                              • The Horses
                                Kenny Loggins


                                We will fly way up high
                                Where the cool winds blow
                                Or in the sun laughing having fun
                                With all the people that we know
                                If the situation should keep us separated
                                I know the world won't fall apart
                                You will free the beautiful bird
                                Caught inside your heart

                                Can you see her oh she flies so proud
                                Cast her wild wings over water and cloud

                                That's the way it's gonna be little darling
                                You'll go riding on the horses
                                Way up to the sky little darling
                                If you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up

                                You will grow until you go
                                I'll be right there by your side
                                And even then a whisper the wind
                                And she will carry up your life
                                I hear all the people of the world
                                In my one bird's lonely cry
                                I see them trying every way they know how
                                To make their spirits fly

                                Can you see her moonlight in her eye
                                Coming from under my wing
                                You were born to fly

                                That's the way it's gonna be, little darling
                                You'll go riding on the horses
                                Way up to the sky little darling
                                If you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up
                                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

                                Comment

                                Working...
                                X