Song lyrics

Oh comely,
I will be with you when you lose your breath,
Chasing the only,
Meaningful memory you thought you had left,
With some pretty, bright, and bubbly,
Terrible scene that was doing her thing on your chest.
But oh comely,
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess,
In your memory,
You're drunk on your awe to me.
It doesn't mean anything at all.

-Neutral Milk Hotel
 
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I got 2 of these this week.
 
Well I fell into prison about a quarter till three,
Where I found in my cell a glass waitin' for me.
So I filled what was empty and I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner, the old devil wouldn't move.
He said, "You drink when you're lonely." No I drink when I want!
He said, "You'll never be sober." Sure, Why would I want that?
I only drink to be merry but unfortunately....
I'm in the wrong prison cell and the wrong company.

Flogging Molly
 
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I got 2 of these this week.

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I had the same thing happen to me. They will allow me to keep the vids as they are if I will display a little advertising banner.
 
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Well, I don't know who wrote "Video Disabled" but those lyrics sure don't rhyme!
 
Watching an already dead world vanish,
we the banished and outlawed wander.
Hither and yonder,
like dogs gone hungry.
Funky and angry and sometimes ugly.
Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers,
pathfinders, addicts, and mathematicians.
Practitioners of black magic,
we make music from used up junk and bad luck dreams.
Liars and losers,
emus and aardvarks,
gypsies and paint thieves,
peddlers, card sharks.
All of us, fortune tellers coming the forest.
Hard core, building a cardboard fortress.
Forward fast and backwards blindfolded,
trying to find gold buried in floodplains.
Covered in bloodstains,
fly bites and egg yolk.
Running away with,
one of my legs broke.
Sometimes it's lonesome,
traveling homeless.
Not knowing where you're going,
Riding the railroads.
Pick ups and sailboats,
and motions of locomotives.
Once we decide to see,
some of the countryside.
Working with circus performers and cutthroats,
discussions with percussionists, perverts and poets.
Haven't ya ever heard of the... 1200 Hobos?

We ain't vampires dressed like rockstars,
we build camp fires and ride boxcars,
town to town,
we just write songs,
and plus we stay up like all night long.

Buck 65
 
wow, I wish I'd found this thread a long time ago!

First one that comes to mind:

"Being Around" by Lemonheads
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If I was in the fridge would you open the door?
If I was the grass would you mow your lawn?
If I was your body would you still wear clothes?
If I was a booger would you blow your nose?
Where would you keep it?
Would you eat it?
I'm just trying to give myself a reason
For being around

If I was a front porch swing would you let me hang?
If I was the dance floor would you shake your thang?
If I was a rubber check would you let me bounce
Up and down inside your bank account?
Would you trust me not to break you?
I'm just trying really hard to make you
Notice me being around

If I was a haircut would you wear a hat?
If I was a maid could I clean your flat?
If I was the carpet would you wipe your feet?
In time to save me from mud off the street?
If you like me if you love me
Would you get down on your knees and scrub me?
I'm a little grubby
From just being around
 
Long story short:
I was doing sales calls the week of 9/11. I always listened to CBC Radio 1 and ended up hearing everything happen live throughout the morning and all the subsequent eyewitness accounts, interviews, etc. the following days while I drove around and looked at people's trees. It was just surreal to talk with homeowners about thier trees with what was going on in NYC, especially the day of.
Anyways, at the end of the week CBC played "American Tune" by Paul Simon and they overlayed it with all these soundbites from the previous few days, including Presidential speeches, eyewitness accounts, etc. - It was one of the most powerful, profound things I have ever heard. It just put a great song into a whole new focus, and I've never heard it the same way again.



"American Tune" Paul Simon

Many's, the time I'v been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away Irom home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right
We've lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road
we're traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what went wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassunngly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hour
and sing an American tune
But it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest
 
Echo and The BunneymenI want it now
I want it now
Not the promises of what tomorrow brings
I need to live in dreams today
I'm tired of the song that sorrow sings


And I want more than I can get
Just trying to, trying to, trying to forget


I'd walk to you through rings of fire
And never let you know the way I feel
Under skin is where I hide
The love that always gets me on my knees


And I want more than I can get
Just trying to, trying to, trying to forget


Nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing ever lasts forever


I want it now
I want it now
Don't tell me that my ship is coming in
Nothing comes to those who wait
Time's running out the door you're running in


So, I want more than I can get
Just trying to, trying to, trying to forget


Nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing ever lasts forever


All the shadows and the pain
Are coming to you
 
DOG SONG We Love Nellie McKay
I'm just a walkin' my dog
Singin' my song
Strollin' along
Yeah it's just me and my dog
Catchin' some sun
We can't go wrong

My life was lonely and blue
Yeah I was sad as a sailor
I was an angry 'un too
Then there was you
Appeared, when I was entangled
With youth, and fear, and nerves
Jingle jangle
Vermouth and beer
Were gettin' me mangled up

But then I looked in your eyes
And I was no more a failure
You looked so wacky and wise
And I said, lord I'm happy
'cause I'm just a walkin' my dog
Singin' my song
Strollin' along
It's just me and my dog
Catchin' some sun
We can't go wrong
'cause I don't care 'bout your hatin' and your doubt
And I don't care what the politicians spout
If you wanna companion
Well just go right to the pound
And find yourself a hound
And make that doggie proud
'cause that's what it's all about

My life was tragic and sad
Yeah I was the archetypal loser
I was a pageant gone bad
Then there was you on time
And wagging your tail
In the cutest mime
And you was in jail
I said woof, be mine
And you gave a wail
And then I was no longer alone
And I was no more a boozer
We'll make the happiest home
And I said lord I'm happy
'cause I'm just a walkin' my dog
Singin' my song
Strollin' along
It's just me and my dog
Catchin' some sun
We can't go wrong
'cause I don't care 'bout your hatin' and your doubt
And I don't care what the politicians spout
If you need a companion
Well just go right to the pound
And find yourself a hound
And make that doggie proud
'cause that's what it's all about
That's what it's all about
That's what it's all abow-wow-wow-wout
That's what it's all about
 
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It looks like the moon is stuck up a tree,
And I'm in the mood for a nice cup of tea.

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Rats! Already done. Was going to do this one - Riverbed Part 7 -
Bck 65 has a regular show on CBC Radio.

Hre's a tree-ish one

Ahead By A Century

First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts
With illusions of someday casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal, this is our life
That's when the hornet stung me and I had a feverish dream
With revenge and doubt tonight we smoke them out

You are ahead by a century

Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began
I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand
Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night
No dress rehearsal, this is our life

That's when the hornet stung me and I had a serious dream
With revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out

You are ahead by a century
But this is our life and disappointing you getting me down

- the Tragically Hip
 
Go ahead Frax, post the whole song!

She got jumper cable lips,
she got sunset on her breath.
I inhale just a little bit,
now I got no fear of death.

Edward Sharpe
 
OK

Riverbed Part 7

Here on the water no harm could come to me
But a revolver was left on my table by somebody
Just in case they said nonchalantly
Which was fine at the time but now the words haunt me
Sitting there loaded, the air is electric
Distracting, my thoughts are destructive and hectic
It reminds me of crimes I haven't committed
I feel guilty of having done something I didn't
I'm terrified but for some reason am smiling
The weapon reduces me but also seduces me
I've never known violence and there is none in my plans
I've not even once held a gun in my hands
At least not before now, as I sweat and I shiver
I point it out the window and aim it at the river
I feel so uneasy and sick from within
As if I might kill with the suicides again
Dark impulse proposed and my finger accepted
That the shot came quicker than I had expected
The river just swallowed it, nobody noticed
From the bridge, from the pier, not in the remotest
How easily a crime could be committed here
It looks like the moon is stuck up the tree
And I am in the mood for a nice cup of tea

Buck 65
 
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