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Post by lilacetoile on Jul 16, 2007 12:12:40 GMT -5
"Angel" by Sara McLachlan
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay there's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack it don't make no difference escaping one last time it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees in the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort here.
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Post by hopesfall on Jul 29, 2007 14:35:17 GMT -5
Descendents - 'Merican
We flipped our finger to the king of England Stole our country from the Indians With God at our side and guns in our hands We took it for our own A nation dedicated to liberty Justice and equality Does look that way to you? It doesn't look that way to me The sickest joke I know
Listen up man, I'll tell you who I am Just another stupid American You don't wanna listen You don't wanna understand So finish up your drink and go home
I come from the land of Ben Franklin Twain and Poe and Walt Whitman Otis Redding, Ellington The country that I love But it's a land of the slaves and the Ku Klux Klan The hay market riot and the great depression Joe McCarthy, Vietnam The sickest joke I know
I'm proud and ashamed Every fourth of july You got to know the truth Before you say that you got pride
Now the cops got tanks 'cause the kids got guns Shrinks push their pills on everyone Cancer from the ocean Cancer from the sun Straight to Hell we go
Listen up man, I'll tell you who I am Just another stupid American You don't wanna listen You don't wanna understand So finish up your drink and go home
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Post by Hugh Beaumont on Jul 31, 2007 12:32:51 GMT -5
This thread has way too little actual discussion going on...
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Post by Phantom Engineer on Jul 31, 2007 14:31:18 GMT -5
This thread has way too little actual discussion going on... Duh. As I said at the beginning: I feel compelled to make a statement. Like the first Lyrics Lane thread if people just post lyrics and leave then this isn't really different that Tusk! in Sloane. I'm guessing the intent of this thread, as was the original thread, is to comment on and/or discuss what you think of the lyrics, what they mean to you. I didn't start this or the other thread so I'm just guessing but I'm hoping that there will be discussion here, not just post and run. Thank you for your time. It was a nice concept but people just want tp post and run. TUSK!
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Post by Hugh Beaumont on Aug 2, 2007 4:06:06 GMT -5
Yes, I was just echoing those sentiments in hopes that people would finally catch on.
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Post by mightyjack on Aug 4, 2007 17:13:13 GMT -5
Talk people talk. Tell us what these lyrics mean to you or why you like 'em. I'm just popping in for a quick spell to see whats up. It's been a week, I've traveled through all 12 levels of Hell and back again I felt like leaving these lyrics. I'm not a Bonnie Rait fan, but when you ask a woman to marry you and, well, you know.... this is the perfect song to sit back and listen to while crying in your beer. I like lyrics that speak to life and say what I can't. Even though I like to consider myself a songwriter, at times someone finds the words that elude me. This is one of those times. I hope everyone is well. I'll try and sneak in and say hi again, maybe in another week. Later dudes. I Can't Make You Love MeTurn down the lights, turn down the bed Turn down these voices inside my head Lay down with me, tell me no lies Just hold me close, don't patronize - don't patronize me 'Cause I cant make you love me if you don't You cant make your heart feel something it wont Here in the dark, in these lonely hours I will lay down my heart and Ill feel the power But you wont, no you wont cause I cant make you love me, if you don't Ill close my eyes, then I wont see The love you don't feel when you're holding me Morning will come and Ill do whats right Just give me till then to give up this fight And I will give up this fight 'Cause I cant make you love me if you don't You cant make your heart feel something it wont Here in the dark, in these lonely hours I will lay down my heart and Ill feel the power But you wont, no you wont cause I cant make you love me, if you don't
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Post by Phantom Engineer on Aug 4, 2007 18:44:35 GMT -5
I like Bonnie Rait, not a huge fan. But that song cuts to the bone. Did she write it?
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Post by Phantom Engineer on Aug 4, 2007 18:56:01 GMT -5
Speaking of to the bone, here's a Ray Davies song of the same name. This is about when things go bad and people break up. And as Ray explained it in the VH1 Storytellers show it's when she leaves, takes all the furniture but leaves a record and the record player so you can play it all night and suffer.
To The Bone Ray Davies
In the back of a record rack there's a old double pack Twelve inches and black with an old crumpled cover But every track is stacked And it takes me back to the one who caused this melancholy mood And every single groove cuts me to the bone Yeah, she rocks me to the bone
I took her back to my bachelor flat while the stereo played for two She unwrapped her gift and played me a riff And said, "this old record was just made for you" Then we danced to songs of passion and the singer's velvet tones On the gramaphone while the record played She rocks me to the bone, knocks me to the bone
Those those rock n' roll romantic songs played all summer long As she rocks me to the bone, knocks me to the bone Yeah, she rocks me to the bone Yeah, she rocks me to the bone
In dreams she's smiling in slow motion, devouring all of my emotion Angels singing rock 'n' roll, while demons take away my soul Voices sound, her image fades, and every time that record plays She rocks me to the bone, (knocks me to the bone)
In my back room there's an old 45 that we played all summer long Shakin' the beams so loud it covered up the screams When lover's harmony went oh so wrong And in every word emotion is torn and blood flows down the drain Like she opened up a vein... and cut me to the bone Yeah, she rocks me to the bone
And now I'm just a prisoner in that stereo Hi-Fi jail The needle pierced just like a nail As she rocks me to the bone, knocks me to the bone Do do do do do do do, she rocks me to the bone Yeah, she rocks me to the bone Yeah, she rocks me to the bone
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Post by mightyjack on Aug 5, 2007 10:20:54 GMT -5
That's a great idea for song, I like it. As for Raitt couple of country songwritters penned the tune. Here's an interesting wiki piece on the song... I Can't Make You Love MeAnother mournful number about unrequitted love is "You Don't Know Me". Ray Charles voice has never been more heartfelt and the melody just aches with longing. You Don't Know Me(You don't love me, you don't know me) You give your hand to me And then you say, "Hello". And I can hardly speak, My heart is beating so, And anyone can tell You think you know me well - Well, you don't know me. (no you don't know me) No, you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night, And longs to kiss your lips And longs to hold you tight. Oh-oh, I'm just a friend, That's all I've ever been - 'Cause you don't know me. (no you don't know me) For I never knew the art of making love, Though my heart aches with love for you. Afraid and shy, I-I've let my chance go by, A chance that you might love me too. (love me too) You give your hand to me And then you say, "Goodbye". I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy. Oh, to never, never know The one who loves you so - Well, you don't know me. (For I never knew the art of making love,) (Though my heart aches with love for you.) Afraid and shy, I-I've let my chance go by, A chance that you might love me too. (love me too) Oh, you give your hand to me And then you say, "Goodbye". I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy. Oh, you'll never, never know The one who loves you so - Well, you don't know me. (you don't love me, you don't know me)
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Post by Phantom Engineer on May 17, 2008 17:53:24 GMT -5
Time to bump this. Recently I've been recording some old LPs to the hard drive for CDR. There's a song on Greg Kihn's first album from 1976 that I always thought was an odd little story about a woman who killed herself at a race track. But I never knew the origin of it till I googled the name Emily Davison. Turns out there's some history behind it. I have a new appreciation for the lyrics.
Emily Davison - R. Bimler, G. Kihn
Emily Davison talked to her friends, they all understood it quite clearly She wanted to help with a means to an end, a cause that they all loved so dearly She was an honest girl, never told lies, the people around her were many They all loved each other, they wanted what's fair and like But they didn't get any
Nobody knows why she had to die....on that day Nobody knows, no one can deny, Emily threw it away
The track was a circus of people and sounds,the race would be run on these holy grounds The King's horse was favored, the odds they were good Emily waited and patiently stood The world and it's citizens, sport of the kings Was rocked in it's shoes by the weight of the thing The crowd had pushed itself all around her, destiny had found her
Nobody knows why she had to die....on that day Nobody knows, no one can deny, Emily threw it away Somebody take them away
Out from the crowd with the King's horse the best She flung herself out, you can picture the rest The fans were in horror as she ruined the ride The Daily reported a girl she had died Emily, Emily, give us a look Tell me you're not in the history book Crossed into heavon with nothing to hide Was this just murder, or high suicide?
Nobody knows why she had to die....on that day Nobody knows, no one can deny, Emily threw it away Somebody take them away
And it's a waltz!
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Post by solgroupie on May 17, 2008 19:24:49 GMT -5
nice. i'm glad you bumped this thread, phantom. i didn't know it existed, and there have been so many times i've wanted to comment in tusk - comment on other lyrics that have been posted, or mention something about what i've contributed.
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Post by Phantom Engineer on May 17, 2008 19:38:25 GMT -5
Pour it on girl! Unfortunately most of the history of thread has just sunk into Tusk! But it really is meant for lyric discussion. So please you guys, don't just post and run or I will have to track you down and kill you as an example to the others.
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Post by solgroupie on May 17, 2008 19:55:10 GMT -5
i posted this in tusk some time ago, i think. i love john prine. he's written some great songs. many novelty songs, but he has a poetic side to him that is very moving. mexican home is maybe my favorite prine song. i have been listening to him since i was a kid, and i realized that he is much better live. i bought one of his cds - i forget which one now, it might have been prime prine, which wasn't live. and it just doesn't have the same flavor his live sets do. i was going to post his song angel of montgomery (and i might still do it), since it is one he and bonnie raitt recorded together, and i noticed raitt's i can't make you love me up above. good song, but it got so played out on the radio that i usually turn it if i hear it nowadays. i'm not sure if she wrote that one or not.
i like raitt's music, but i have to be in the mood for it. speaking of which, she recorded in the mood with john lee hooker, my favorite blues guy, and it is smooth as honey. she's great at the bluesy stuff, but i don't like it when she sounds too pop - like let's give them something to talk about. god, i hate that song! i'll have to look up the song of hers i love most, nobody's girl. not a big hit for her, but good tune.
anyway, here's john prine's mexican home -
It got so hot, last night, I swear You couldn't hardly breathe Heat lightning burnt the sky like alcohol I sat on the porch without my shoes And I watched the cars roll by As the headlights raced To the corner of the kitchen wall.
Chorus: Mama dear Your boy is here Far across the sea Waiting for That sacred core That burns inside of me And I feel a storm All wet and warm Not ten miles away Approaching My Mexican home.
My God! I cried, it's so hot inside You could die in the living room Take the fan from the window Prop the door back with a broom The cuckoo clock has died of shock And the windows feel no pane The air's as still As the throttle on a funeral train.
Chorus:
My father died on the porch outside On an August afternoon I sipped bourbon and cried With a friend by the light of the moon So its hurry! hurry! Step right up It's a matter of life or death The sun is going down And the moon is just holding its breath.
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Post by Phantom Engineer on May 17, 2008 21:03:09 GMT -5
The cuckoo clock has died of shock And the windows feel no pane The air's as still As the throttle on a funeral train. Damn, that's a great line!
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Post by solgroupie on May 17, 2008 21:12:02 GMT -5
prine had a genius for that sort of thing. wait until i post "grandpa was a carpenter." excellent.
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