You Can Tell Everybody, This Is Your Song - Lyrics

[mactbone]

How can this thread die?

Braid
"Breathe In"

i want you to see me out
you know you're bringing yourself down
and i drink too much and
you sing too much
and i think you know it
i want to see you out
you've got no inspiration
to do anything at all

hey when i go out
do i look like you do
hey when i go on
do i look like you do
marigold mary goes
you gotta come out so we can see you

we think we bring you down
you're not alone in that
you're not the first
and i think you know it

i want you to see you were right
about inspiration and everything else
but you said it wrong
hey look in the mirror
it's not what you say
it's how you say it.

Jawbreaker
"Untitled"
You can't sell me incense
My world smells good enough to eat
So let's not eat, just smell the good and longing
Not owning
We'll circle like insects
Incensing the grieve liquored herd
Have you heard an encouraging word from them
They pretend

To be so above it all
Or so they would have you think
I think, no one thinks at all

You might show some interest
You're world looks good enough to eat
I see he ghost of a better world
Living in the disbelief in ghosts
Everyone tells me they're crazy
Well crazy people aren't so ****ing boring
Wake me when your through being cool, cause I'm snoring
And hoping

To see you beside yourself
Show me the rose stuff of you
Would you
Do it for yourself

Or for me
We both need a change
Your fear or normalcy is hardly strange
Let's be freaks, plain clothes police
Let's be deliberate, because it's obvious to me
Weird is pretty obvious

So color me obvious
I just want to be happy half the time
And blue only when I have the time

[Kidlicious]

Steely Dan
Deacon Blues

This is the day
Of the expanding man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers
Wild gamblers
That's all in the past

You call me a fool
You say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine line

CHORUS:
I'll learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
Libations
Sensations
That stagger the mind

I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
I'll rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my home sweet home

CHORUS

This is the night
Of the expanding the man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be

[Ramo]

Townes Van Zandt
Wreck on the Highway

Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it fell by the way?
When whiskey and blood run together
Did you hear anyone pray?
I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But, I didn't hear nobody pray.

When I hear the crash on the highway
I knew waht it was from the start
I went to the scene of destruction
And a picture was stamped on my heart.

There was whiskey and blood all together
Mixed with glass where they lay
Death played her hand in destruction
But I didn't hear nobody pray.

I wish I could change this sad story
That I am now telling you
But there is no way I can change it
For somebody's life is now through.

Their soul has been called by the Master
They died in a crash on the way
And I heard the groans of the dying
But, I didn't hear nobody pray.

[Ramo]

The Clash
White Man in Hammersmith Palais

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun

I'm only
Looking for fun

[Sikander]

Originally posted by Kidicious
Steely Dan
Deacon Blues

This is the day
Of the expanding man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers
Wild gamblers
That's all in the past

You call me a fool
You say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine line

CHORUS:
I'll learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
Libations
Sensations
That stagger the mind

I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
I'll rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my home sweet home

CHORUS

This is the night
Of the expanding the man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be

I just bought this Cd!

Which other Steely Dan albums do you recommend? The only other one I bought was "Can't Buy a Thrill".

[Clear Skies]

Forgive me; it's been four years, and I'm nostalgic ;_;

Dar Williams - Southern California Wants To Be Western New York

There's a part of the country could drop off tomorrow in an earthquake
Yeah it's out there on the cutting edge, the people move, the sidwalks shake
And there's another part of the country with a land that gently creaks and thuds
Where the heavy snows make faucets leak in bathrooms with free-standing tubs
They're in houses that are haunted, the with kids who lie awake and think
About all the generations past who used to use that dripping sink

And sometimes one place wants to slip into the other just to see
What it's like to trade its demons for the restless ghost of Mrs. Ogilvey
She used to pick the mint from her front yard to dress the Sunday pork
Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York

It wants to have a family business in sheet metal or power tools
It wants to have a diner where the coffee tastes like diesel fuel
And it wants to find the glory of a town they say has hit the skids
And it wants to have a snow day that will turn its parents into kids
And it's embarrassed, but it's lusting after a SUNY student with mousy brown hair who is
Taking out the compost, making coffee in long underwear

And southern California says to save a place, I'll meet you there
And it tried to pack up its Miata, all it could fit was a prayer
Sometimes the stakes are bogus, sometimes the fast lane hits a fork
Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York

Tempe, Arizona thinks the Everglades are greener and wetter
And Washington, D. C. thinks that Atlanta integrated better
But I think that southern California has more pain that we can say
'Cause it wants to travel back in time, but it just can't leave L. A.

But now I hear they've got a theme park planned, designed to make you gasp and say,
Oh, I bet that crumbling mill town was a booming mill town in its day
And the old investors scoff at this, but the young ones hope they'll take a chance
And they promise it will make more dough than Mickey Mouse in northern France
And the planners planned an opening day, a town historian will host
And the waitresses look like waitresses who want to leave for the west coast

And they'll have puttering on rainy weekends, autumn days that make you feel sad
They'll have hundred year old plumbing and the family you never had
And a Hudson River clean-up concert and a bundle-bearing stork
And I hear they've got a menu planned, it's trés western New York...

[molly bloom]

Goldfrapp: Strict Machine


I get high on a buzz
Then a rush when I'm plugged in you
I connect
When I'm flush
You get love when told what to do

Wonderful electric
Wonderful electric
Wonderful electric
Cover me in you

I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love with a strict machine

I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love with a strict machine

When you send me a pulse
Feel a wave of new love
Through me
I'm dressed in white noise
You know just what I want
So please

Wonderful electric
Wonderful electric
Wonderful electric
Cover me in you.


Garbage: Queer

Hey boy, take a look at me
Let me dirty up your mind
I'll strip away your hard veneer
And see what I can find

The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer

This is what he pays me for
I'll show you how it's done
You learn to love the pain you feel
Like father like son

The queerest of the queer
Hide inside your head
The blindest of the blind
The deadest of the dead
You're hungry `cause you starve
While holding back the tears
Choking on your smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer

I know what's good for you... you can touch me if you want
I know you're dying to... you can touch me if you want
I know what's good for you... you can touch me if you want
But you can't stop

The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
You're nothing special here
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer

I know what's good for you I know you're dying to
I know what's good for you
I bet you're dying to
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me
You can touch me

But you can't stop.

[Sikander]

I bought that Garbage Cd when it came out a few years ago, and it has probably been my most popular purchase amongst my friends and aquaintances. Everyone wanted to borrow / rip it, even my stepdaughter.

[molly bloom]

Originally posted by Sikander
I bought that Garbage Cd when it came out a few years ago, and it has probably been my most popular purchase amongst my friends and aquaintances. Everyone wanted to borrow / rip it, even my stepdaughter.

I saw them perform live at the Clapham Grand before I went to live in Australia, and they were excellent live.

Then when my friend came out to visit us in Melbourne we went to see them perform at the Metro Club, where the supporting act was a group we hadn't heard much about (or of) called Machine Gun Fellatio.

I have to say it was one of the best gigs I've ever been to. I was there only for Garbage really, but was completely won over by M.G.F. - their stage show involved stiltwalkers and a rollerskating stripping female guest vocalist performing a song called 'Muthaf*cker on a Motorcycle' and a semi-naked keyboard player who played synths with what appeared to be a furry toy (shades of Eno in Roxy Music playing his moog with a huge plastic knife and fork).

Absolutely brilliant night.

[Clear Skies]

Hedwig and the Angry Inch - The Origin Of Love

When the earth was still flat
And the clouds made of fire
And the mountains stretched up to the sky, and sometimes higher
Folks roamed the earth like big rolling kegs
They had two sets of arms, they had
Two sets of legs
They had two faces peering out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them as they talked while they read
And they never knew nothing of love
It was before the origin of love


Well there were three sexes then
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back
They were the children of the sun
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth
They looked like two girls rolled up in one
And the children of the moon was like a fork stuck on a spoon
They were part sun
Part earth
Part daughter
Part son
Oh the origin of love

Well the gods grew quite scared of our strength and defiance
And Thor said, "I'm gonna kill them all with my hammer
Like I killed the giants"
But Zeus said, "No,
You'd better let me use my lightning like scissors
Like I cut the legs off the whales
Dinosaurs into lizards"

And then he grabbed up some bolts
He let out a laugh
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle
Gonna cut them right up in half!"
And then storm clouds gathered above into great balls of fire

And then fire shot down from the sky in bolts
Like shining blades of a knife
And it ripped right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun and the moon and the earth
And some indian god sewed the wound up to a hole
Pulled it 'round to our bellies to remind us the price we paid
And Osiris and the gods of the nile gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane
To scatter us away
With a flood of wind and rain
And a sea of tidal waves
To wash us all away
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
We'll be hopping 'round on one foot
And looking through one eye...


Last time I saw you
We had just split in two
You were looking at me
I was looking at you, you
Had a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
'Cause you had blood on your face
And I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine
That's the pain
That cuts a straight line down through the heart
We called it love
We wrapped our arms around each other
Tried to shove ourselves back together
We were making love
Making love

It was a cold dark evening such a long time ago
When by the mighty hand of Jove
It was a sad story how we became lonely two-legged creatures
The story of the origin of love
That's the origin of love...

[molly bloom]

Words and music: Eric Bogle

"My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son same home today

My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
And a man he would have lived and died
Till by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their young saint home today

An Irish sky looks down and weeps
Upon the narrow Belfast streets
At children's blood in gutters spilled
In dreams of glory unfulfilled
As part of freedom's price to pay
My youngest son came home today

My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipe and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today
And this time he's here to stay."

[:) Smiley]

年轻朋友们来相会 (八十年代的新一辈)
Come and Gather Young Friends (New Generation of the 1980s)

(This Chinese song is from 1980 at the time of economic liberalization.)

年轻的朋友们今天来相会，
Young friends, let's gather today
荡起小船儿暖风轻轻吹，
Row the boat as the soft breeze blows
花儿香，鸟儿鸣，春光惹人醉，
The flowers are fragrant, the birds are calling, the spring sunshine is intoxicating
欢歌笑语绕着彩云飞。
Laughter and song circle the colorful clouds
啊，亲爱的朋友们，美妙的春光属于谁？
Ah, myfriends, who does the beautiful spring belong to?
属于我，属于你，属于我们八十年代的新一辈！
To me, to you, to our new generation of the 1980s!

再过二十年我们重相会，
After twenty years we meet again
伟大的祖国该有多么美！
How beautiful is our heroic nation
天也新，地也新，春光更明媚，
The sky is new, the ground is new, the spring sun shines brighter
城市乡村处处增光辉。
Glory rises in the cities and villages
啊，亲爱的朋友们，创造这奇迹要靠谁？
Ah, my friends, who will create this wonder?
要靠我，要靠你，要靠我们八十年代的新一辈！
It'll take me, it'll take you, it'll take our new generation of the 1980s!

但愿到那时我们再相会，
I hope we can meet again at that time
举杯赞英雄，光荣属于谁，
A toast to the heroes, to whom the glory belongs
为祖国，为"四化"，流过多少汗？
For our nation, for the "Four Modernizations", how we have sweated
回首往事心中可有愧。
Looking back on the past we hold some shame in our hearts
啊，亲爱的朋友们，愿我们自豪地举起杯，
Ah, my friends, let us raise our cups with pride
挺胸膛，笑扬眉，光荣属于八十年代的新一辈！
Stand up tall and smile, the glory belongs to our new generation of the 1980s!

[molly bloom]

Skunk Anansie: Weak

Lost in time I can't count the words
(I) said when I thought they went unheard
all of those harsh thoughts so unkind
'cos I wanted you

(and) now I sit here I'm all alone
so here sits a bloody mess, tears fly home
a circle of angels, deep in war
'cos I wanted you

weak as I am, no tears for you
weak as I am, no tears for you
deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
weak as I am

and what am I now but love's last home
I'm all of the soft words I once owned
if I opened my heart, there'd be no space for air
'cos I wanted you

weak as I am, no tears for you
weak as I am, no tears for you
deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
weak as I am

with this tainted soul
in this weak young heart
am I too much for you

weak as I am, no tears for you
weak as I am, no tears for you
deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
weak as I am
(to fade)


Bessie Smith: Empty Bed Blues

I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
My new man had left me, just a room and a empty bed
Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find
Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find
Oh he could grind my coffee, cause he had a brand new grind
He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong
He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong
He can stay at the bottom and his wind holds out so long
He knows how to thrill me and he thrills me night and day
Oh he knows how to thrill me, he thrills me night and day
He's got a new way of loving, almost takes my breath away
Lord he's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou
He's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou
From the way she's raving, she must have gone and tried it too

(Part 2

When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
My springs are getting rusty, sleeping single like I do
Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
Then I bought him a mattress so he could lay just right
He came home one evening with his beret way up high
He came home one evening with his beret way up high
What he had to give me, make me wring my hands and cry
He give me a lesson that I never had before
He give me a lesson that I never had before
When he got to teachin' me, from my elbow down was sore
He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
When he put in the bacon, it overflowed the pot
When you git good lovin', never go and spread the news
Yes he'll doublecross you, and leave you with them empty bed blues

[Clear Skies]

Tori Amos - A Case Of You
words and music by Joni Mitchell

Just before our love got lost you said,
"I am as constant as the northern star."
I said, "Constantly in the darkness,
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar."

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue T.V. screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh, Canada
with your face sketched on it twice.

In my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Well, I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time you told me
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your devils and your deeds
and she said, "Go to him, stay with him
But be prepared to bleed..."

My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
and I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

[molly bloom]

Mary Coughlan: The Magdalen Laundry


For seventeen years I've been
scrubbing this washboard
Ever since the fellas started in after me
My mother poor soul didn't know what to do
The Canon said " Child, there's a place for you. "
Now I'm serving my time at the Magdalen Laundry
I'm toeing the line at the Magdalen Laundry

There's girls from the country, girls from the town
Their bony white elbows going up and down
The reverend mother as she glides through the place
A tight little smile on the side of her face
She's running the show at the Magdalen Laundry
She's got nowhere to go but the Magdalen Laundry

Oh Lord won't you let me
Don't you let me
Won't you let me wash away the stain
Oh Lord won't you let me wash away the stain

I'm washing altar linen and cassocks and stoles
I'm scrubbing long johns for these holy joes
We know where they've been when
they're not saving souls
What the red wine split what the
smooth hand poured
We're squeezing it out at the Magdalen Laundry
We're scrubbing it out at the Magdalen Laundry

Oh Lord won't you let me
Don't you let me
Won't you let me wash away the stain
Oh Lord won't you let me wash away the stain

Sunday afternoon when the Lord`s at rest
It`s off to the prom watch the waves roll by
We`re chewing on our toffees hear
the seagulls squawk
There go the maggies the children talk
Through our faces they stare at
the Magdalen Laundry
In our eyes see the glare of the Magdalen Laundry

Oh Lord won't you let me
Don't you let me
Won't you let me wash the stain
Oh Lord won`t you let me wash away the stain

Oh Lord won't you let me
Don't you let me
Won't you let me wash away the stain
Oh Lord won't you let me wash away the stain

Oh Lord won't you let me
Don't you let me
Won't you let me wash away the stain
Oh Lord won't you let me wash away the stain