You Can Tell Everybody, This Is Your Song - Lyrics

[Bereta_Eder]

Once upon a turn

Mantinades (cretan)

Xilouris

There was once upon a time, my eyes, and a turn
A beautiful lady, a lordwoman, me to rejoice you
A small- aged married blonde daughter
Her lord she anticipates, night and morning
A Saturday night, good one, a Sunday
The sun, the moon, good one, she pleads
My sun, throw light on his path, my moon
Go and talk to him for my sake
He goes around and he sails, good one, the large seas
The pirates he scythes (kills) good one, and he demolishes them
In sun, in moon and in rain
And me he leaves me alone and deserted
A galley opens wide, my eyes, into the south
In battle throws itself, my eyes, and in brawl
Inside a pirate crowd
Inside a pirate crowd
I saw fire flare up and murder
I saw a fire flare up and murder

[Bereta_Eder]

Kuro Siwo

Papakonstantinou

That first trip - a southern freight, by chance -
no sleep, malaria, difficult watches.
Strangely deceptive, the lights of the Indies -
they say you don't see them at a first glance.

Beyond Adam's bridge, you took on freight
in South China - soya, sacks by the thousand,
and couldn't get out of your mind for a second
what they'd told you in Athens one wasted night.

The tar gets under your nails, and burns;
the fish-oil stinks on your clothes for years,
and her words keep ringing still in your ears:
"Is it the ship or the compass that turns?"

You altered course when the weather turned,
but the sea bore a grudge and exacted its cost.
Tonight my two caged parrots were lost,
and the ape I'd had such trouble to train.

The ship! - it wipes out all our chances.
The Kuro Siwo crushed us under its heel,
but you're still watching, over the wheel,
how, point by point, the compass dances.

[SlowwHand]

Geronimo's Cadillac
Michael Martin Murphy

Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.

Took Geronimo way down south where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth.
Sergeant, Sergeant can't you feel something's wrong with your automobile.
Warden, Warden listen to me be brave and set Geronimo free.
Governor, Governor, isn't it strange you never see your car on the Indian range.

Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.

Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.

People, people didn't you know a prison is not no place to go.
Took Ole Geronimo by storm, tore all his feathers on his uniform.
Took his land and the won't give it back but they sent Geronimo a Cadillac.

Hey , boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.

Took Geronimo way down south where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth.
Sergeant, Sergeant don't you feel something's wrong with your automobile.
Jesus told me and I believe its true.
"Red mans in sunset too" Took his land and we won't give it back
and we sent Geronimo a Cadillac.

Say ah, hey, boys take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
(fade)
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.

[molly bloom]

The Wife of the Soldier

What did the wife of the soldier get
From the ancient city of Prague?
From Prague she got the linen shirt
It matched her skirt did the linen shirt
That she got from the city of Prague

What did the wife of the soldier get
From Brussels the Belgian town?
From Brussels she got the delicate lace
Oh the charm and the grace of the delicate lace
That she got from the Belgian town

What did the wife of the soldier get
From Paris the City of Light?
From Paris she got the silken dress
Oh to possess the silken dress
That she got from the City of Light

What did the wife of the soldier get
From Libya's desert sands?
From Libya, the little charm
Around her arm she wore the charm
That she got from the desert sands

What did the wife of the soldier get
From Russia's distant steppes?
From Russia she got the widow's veil
And the end of the tale is the widow's veil
That she got from the distant steppes

Acknowledgements:Brecht/Scott

Transcribed by Garry Gillard.


Virgina Plain from the album:

Roxy Music (1972)


Lyrics/Music (Ferry)

Make me a deal and make it straight
All signed and sealed, I´ll take it
To Robert E. Lee I´ll show it
I hope and pray he don´t blow it ´cause
We´ve been around a long time, just try try try tryin´ to
Remake the big time...
Take me on a roller coaster
Take me for an airplane ride
Take me for a six days wonder but don´t you
Don´t you throw my pride aside, besides,
What´s real and make believe
Baby Jane´s in acapulco we are flyin´ down to rio

Throw me a line I´m sinking fast
Clutching at straws can´t make it
Havana sound we´re trying, hard edge the hipster jiving, oh oh,
Last picture shows down the drive-in
You´re so sheer you´re so chic
Teenage rebel of the week
Flavours of the mountain steamline
Midnight blue casino floors
Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise
Opens up exclusive doors, oh wow!
Just like flamingoes look the same
So me and you, just we two, got to search for something new
Far beyond the pale horizon
Some place near the desert strand
Where my Studebaker takes me,
That´s where I´ll make my stand, but wait-
Can´t you see that Holzer mane?
What´s her name? Virginia Plain!

[SlowwHand]

Oh MAN, Molly.
I want to give a listen to "The Wife Of The Soldier" .

[molly bloom]

Originally posted by SlowwHand
Oh MAN, Molly.
I want to give a listen to "The Wife Of The Soldier" .

Marianne Faithfull sings a storming version with Chris Spedding on the Weill/Brecht tribute 'Lost in the Stars'.

http://www.cybercomm.nl/~gugten/album148.htm

Steeleye Span recorded a folk rock version on their album 'Storm Force Ten'.

[SlowwHand]

I have it in queue; I can't explain or Ming The Merciless Bastard will throw me in his dungeons.
Steeleye Span is only version I've found since seeing your post, but in doing a Google, I saw the Marianne Faithful version listed, and will be trying to, uh, locate.

[SlowwHand]

What You Will
Humble Pie

Thinking of the past I feel my life
Is slipping by at such a speed
Things I knew have gone and those I loved
I look for granted and deceived

Call me anything you will
I'll hide behind a purple pill
And though it seems I'm laughing still
I'm crying

Looking from my window I see winter
Almost too bare to believe
People change with seasons
And I wonder if it's my turn to receive

But they avoid the things I ask
Or quickly change their style of mask
The faith I had is fading fast
I'm dying

Seems to me the only way to be
Is like a businessman
And have bad colours round my head
Getting drunk to find some peace of mind and consolation
But there's still the problem of what happens when I'm dead

[Bereta_Eder]

Olaria Olala!

Dionisis Savopoulos

Olaria Olala snow falls from up high
Snow falls and covers our yard, my mind flutters away
Snow falls and covers our roof and our sick dog soulbleeds


Olaria Olala black drum bangs
The kids who love toy soldiers, little horses and wooden swords
They've turned vampires in those verses, come inside and talk more softly

Olaria Olala bite me deeper
Ah, Oliver Twist smiles and Hitler carresses his hair
He wears him a diamond ring and they fly in eachothers arms far away

Olaria Olala with souravlia and violins
We will all find ourselves together, all the old company will be there
And we will drink from the same glass even the most bitter drop

Olaria Olala the kids all around
Marcise de Sant with a hippie, the killer with the victim in embrace
The secretary with the punk and the virgin with satan

Everyting is far away and happy
And the snow falls from up high
The couples swirl a bit further
And my girlfriend shines from happiness.

[molly bloom]

Waters Ethel -

My Handy Man

Whoever said a good man was hard to find,
Postively, absolutely sure was blind;
I found the best that ever was,
Here's just some of the things he does:

He shakes my ashes, greases my griddle,
Churns my butter, strokes my fiddle;
My man is such a handy man!

He threads my needle, creams my wheat,
Heats my heater, chops my meat;
My man is such a handy man!

Don't care if you believe or not,
He sure is good to have around;
Why, when my furnace gets too hot,
He's right there to turn my damper down!

For everything he's got a scheme;
You ought to see his new starter that he uses on my machine;
My man is such a handy man!

He flaps my flapjacks, cleans off the table, He feeds the horses in my stable; My man is such a handy man!

He's God's gift!

Sometimes he's up long before dawn,
Busy trimming the rough edges off my lawn;
Oooh, you can't get away from it! He's such a handy man!

Never has a single thing to say,
While he's working hard;
I wish that you could see the way
He handles my front yard!

My ice don't get a chance to melt away,
He sees that I get that old fresh piece every day;
Lord, that man sure is such a handy man!

sung by Alberta Hunter on 'Amtrak Blues'.


Patti Smith: Album- Horses

Song:

Land of a Thousand Dances

La Mer (de)

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land


(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea

(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key

(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.

(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor

(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee

(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame

(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat

(the spoon)
And let it deep in

(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area


(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,

(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died

(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)

(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land

looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers

(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,

(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first

(his vocal chords shot up)

(possibility)

(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate

(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song

[Zero]

I hate when Moby's songs are stuck on my head. The lyrics are so repetitive

Why does my hear feel so bad - Moby

Why does my heart feel so bad
Why does my soul feel so bad
10^100000X repeat

These open doors
10^10000X repeat

[molly bloom]

Iris Dement- Infamous Angel

Our Town

Chorus:
And ya know the sun's settin' fast
And just like they say, nothing good ever lasts
Go on now and kiss it goodbye
But hold onto your lover 'cause your heart's bound to die
Go on now and say goodbye to our town, to our town
Can't you see the sun's settin' down on our town, on our town
Goodnight

Up the street by that red neon light
That's where I met my baby on one hot summer night
He was the ‘tender and I ordered a beer
It's been forty years, and I'm still sitting here

Chorus

It's here I had my babies and I had my first kiss
I've walked down Main Street in the cold morning mist
Over there is where I bought my first car
It turned over once but then it never went far

Chorus

I've buried my Ma and I've buried my Pa
They sleep up the street beside that pretty brick wall
I bring 'em flowers about ev’ryday
But I just gotta cry when I think what they'd say

Chorus
If they could see how the sun's setting fast ...

Now I sit on the porch and watch the lightnin' bugs fly
But I can't see too good, I got tears in my eyes
I'm leavin' tomorrow but I don't wanna go
I love you, my town, you'll always live in my soul

But I can see the sun's settin' fast
And just like they say, nothing good ever lasts
Go on, I gotta kiss you goodbye
But I'll hold onto my lover 'cause my heart's 'bout to die
Go on now and say goodbye to my town, to my town
I can see the sun has gone down on my town, on my town
Goodnight, Goodnight




One Hour Mama

(Ida Cox). This is from Collector's Classics LP CC56, from a session recorded by Ida Cox and her All Star Band in New York on 31 October 1939. Her All Stars included a.o. Hot Lips Page on trumpet and James P. Johnson at the piano.

I've always heard that haste makes waste
So I believe in takin' my time
The highest mountain can't be raced
It's something you must slowly climb
I want a slow and easy man
He needn't ever take the lead
Cause I work on that long-time plan
And I ain't a-lookin' for no speed

I'm a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me

Set your alarm clock papa
One hour, that's proper
Then love me like I like to be
I don't want no lame excuses
'Bout my lovin' bein' so good
That you couldn't wait no longer
Now I hope I'm understood

I'm a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me

I can't stand no greenhorn lover
Like a rookie goin' to war
With a load of big artillery
But don't know what it's for
He's got to bring me a reference
With a great long pedigree
And must prove he's got endurance
Or he don't mean that to me

I don't like no crowin' rooster
What just kicks a lick or two
Action is the only booster
Of just what my man can do
I don't want no imitation
My requirements ain't no joke
Cause I've got pure indignation
For a guy what's lost his stroke

I'm a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me

Set your alarm clock papa
One hour, that's proper
Then love me like I like to be
I may want love for one hour
Then decide to make it two
Takes an hour before I get started
Maybe three 'fore I'm through

I'm a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me

[SlowwHand]

Diamonds and Rust
Judas Priest
(original lyrics by Joan Baez)

I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
but that's not unusual
it's just that the moon is full
and you decided to come
And here I sit, hand on the telephone
hearing the voice I'd known
a couple of light years ago
headed straight for a fall
But we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
yes we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in your hair
Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over washington square
and then comes that white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
we both could've died then and there
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
then give me another word for it
you were so good with words
and at keeping things paid
cause I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too clearly
yes, I love you dearly
and if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
But we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
yes we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust

[molly bloom]

I Am a Town

I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a ride
For a 'phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side
I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five
I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind
I am peaches in September, and corn from a roadside stall
I'm the language of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl
I'm the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade,
Where the boys have left their beer cans
I am weeds between the graves.

My porches sag and lean with old black men and children
Their sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfil them
I am a town.

I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age; I am not your destination
I am clinging to my ways
I am a town.

I'm a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields
I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels
I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and "Southern Serves the South"
I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign, on the rural route
I am a town
I am a town
I am a town
Southbound.

Mary Chapin Carpenter


Fighting for Strangers

What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers
When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?

A recruiting sergeant came our way
To an inn nearby at the close of day
He said, 'Young Johnny you're a fine young man
Would you like to march along behind a military band,
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat,
And a musket at your shoulder?',
The shilling he took and he kissed the book,
Oh poor Johnny what will happen to ya?
The recruiting sergeant marched away
From the inn nearby at the break of day,
Johnny went too with half a ring
He was off to be a soldier he'd be fighting for the King
In a far off war in a far off land
To face a foreign soldier,
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air,
Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya?

What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers
When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?

The sun shone hot on a barren land
As a thin red line took a military stand,
There was sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too,
Swords and bayonets thrusting through,
Poor Johnny fell but the day was won
And the King is grateful to you
But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home,
Oh poor Johnny what have they done to ya?
They said he was a hero and not to grieve
Over two wooden pegs and empty sleeves,
They carried him home and set him down
With a military pension and a medal from the crown.
You haven't an arm and you haven't a leg,
The enemy nearly slew you,
You'll have to go out on the streets to beg,
Oh poor Johnny what have they done to ya?

What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers
When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?

Steeleye Span

[self biased]

opticon, orgy.

Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies

Message from Opticon blessed from the fashion bomb
so helpless
guess what you're out of time

New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
and no one's style compares
those neon eyes make mom and dad think
that we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things

Message from Opticon blessed from the fashion bomb
so helpless
guess what you're out of time

Opticon is here to lead us
Opticon is in control
So quick to change us
And imitate us

faces, orgy.
Did you think I'd play these games with you?
Did you think I couldn't help it?
I'm strong enough
I'm good enough
Step down step down, you're the big mistake
I'm losing all control and this is my face
From here on out you can always count on me
count on me to be your enemy, count on me

These are the faces
(faces of time)
That's what you're living through
This is all about you

You're slipping in and out of time, who are you to decide
which one of us winds up broken for a lifetime
and still you'll never be satified until one of us falls apart
I've had enough of this
And these are the faces

You've lost your golden reigns, you've failed to read the signs
you'll find out there's no answers to your stupid ass questions
you can try and tell yourself that everythings all right

When someone is taking all your fame
Thats what youre living through these are the faces
And I think that theyre all coming after you!

When you're slipping in and out of time, who are you to decide
which one of us winds up broken for a lifetime
and no you'll never be satified until one of us falls apart
I've had enough of this
And these are the faces

And nothing can go away (the way you do) and nothing can go away
two faced and pretentious!

When you're slipping in and out of time, who are you to decide
which one of us winds up broken for a lifetime
and no you'll never be satified until one of us falls apart
I've had enough of this
And these are the faces