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October 13, 2001 at 11:06 am #67358
One of my favourite Tom Waits songs
Take It With MeThe phone’s off the hook, no one knows where we are
It’s a long time since I drank champagne
The ocean is blue, as blue as your eyes
I’m gonna take it with me when I goOld long since gone, now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
There ain’t no good thing ever dies
I’m gonna take it with me when I goFar, far away a train whistle blows
Wherever you’re goin’, wherever you’ve been
Waving good bye at the end of the day
You’re up and you’re over, and you’re far awayAlways for you, and forever yours
It felt just like the old days
We fell asleep on Beaula’s porch(2)
I’m gonna take it with me when I goAll broken down by the side of the road
I was never more alive or alone
I’ve worn the faces off all the cards
I’m gonna take it with me when I goThe children are playing at the end of the day
Strangers are singing on our lawn
It’s got to be more than flesh and bone
All that you’ve loved is all you ownIn a land there’s a town, and in that town there’s a house
And in that house there’s a woman
And in that woman there’s a heart I love
I’m gonna take it with me when I goI’m gonna take it with me when I go
Cash is great, haven’t got that many albums of his, unfortunately, but love the ones I got and need more bad [img]images/smiles/converted/smile.gif[/img]
October 13, 2001 at 11:34 am #67359Some Kinda Love may very well be my fav Velvet Underground tune. Here’s the cool lyrics:
Some kinds of love
ah, Margarita told Tom
Between thought and expression
lies a lifetime
Situations arise
because of the weather
And no kinds of love
are better than othersSome kinds of love
ah, Margarita told Tom
Like a dirty French novel, ooohhh
the absurd court the vulgar
And some kinds of love
the possibilities are endless
And for me to miss one
would seem to be groundless
ooohhh, la-dee-ta-ta-taI heard what you said
ah, Margarita heard Tom
And of course you’re a bore
but in that you’re not charmless
For a bore what is a straight liner
that finds wealth in division
And some kinds of love, ooohhh
are mistaken for vision
la-dee-ta-ta-ta, ooohhh yeahPut jelly on your shoulder
let’s do what you fear most
That from which you recoil, ooohhh
but which still makes your eyes moist
Ooohhh, put jelly on your shoulder
lies down upon the carpet
Between thought and expression
let us now kiss the culprit
ooohhh, la-dee-ta-taI don’t know just what it’s all about
Ooohhh, put on your red pajamas and find out
ooohhh ooohhh, la-dee-ta-ta-ta
ooohhh ooohhh, la-dee-ta-ta-taOctober 13, 2001 at 12:20 pm #67360Motorpyscho – Timothy’s Monster
One Man’s Glory Is Another Man’s Hell
U’re On The Outside, Never Bound By Such A Spell
Together In The Darkness, Alone In The Light
I Took It Upon Me To Be Yours, Timmy
I’ll Lead Yr Angels & Daemons At Play TonightOctober 13, 2001 at 12:26 pm #67361Great Motorpsychadelic words Spaceboy. It would take up some pages to type in all the Motorpsycho lyrics I love. But here’s a couple of them.
SINFUL,WIND-BORNE
sinful youth in overdrive
comatose ,but still alive
ugly rumours,wind-borne tell
of pissings in the wishing well
how we lost our way back there
surfin’ high on pissed off glares
we rode rings around our fears
and couldn’t have asked for moreendless summers in teenage lust
like rhinoceros on angel-dust
where nothing’s ever happening
suburbia-mon amour
there was no target we could miss
cruising cool on prejudice
how could we’ve avoided this?
wise men ponder still…with the picks off of life’s upper shelf
the only place I found myself was
poised for flight in a mensroom stall
drenched in alcoholand when sun she came peeking through
there wasn’t much more to do
cut our wrists on guilded sins
and closed the door back innot good,not nice,
but we saw through all of their lies
not mean,not scared
but theresinful and wind-borne
GREENER
She wore her hair like a rock’n’roll star
with that «wounded bird»-look in her eyes
just another femme fatale on the prowl
the perfect jaded grin
vacant eyes with the promise of sin
I remember thinking «she’ll go far-
she’ll be a star»I looked that way but turned around
been down that road before
the hook is baited and the trap is set
waiting for someone greener
greener…all of 26
omnipotent with nervous ticks
the etheral cynic
with too much to defend
I don’t want to play that game
however different,it’s always the same
how could it mean anything
if I force it ,tear it,numb with greed?I looked that way but turned around
been down that road before
so I’ll head for the ditch instead
and bide my time
waiting for someone
Greener-and stop wasting time with what could have been
Greener-and just keep searchin’ for the places I’ve never seen
Greener-if I could have my shot anew,Iwould paint it
Greener-and not so hollow ,dull and blue.
Greener….October 13, 2001 at 12:32 pm #67362Motorpsycho – Sunchild
I Hate U
Cuz U’re So Perfect
& U Make Me Feel So Lost
I Love U
Becuz U’re All That I Never WasU Had It All
While I Just Shut The Door
And U, U Climbed Yr Mountains
While I Just Floated AshoreTell Me How U Do It
Show Me How It Works
Tell Me All The Stories
So That I May Never Be HurtSunchild
October 13, 2001 at 12:33 pm #67363Hey
I just love The Saints
I could fill a room with empty pockets
I could build a palace from lost ideals
Forgotten to say what is is that I wanted
Now I go to sleep and dream of nothing
So the weatherman says there’ll be a change
in the weather
this is fine in my time of life
If someone could tell me something
I hadn’t heard before
I wouldn’t be knocking on your doorLike a grain of sand that’s how I feel tonite
Washed up and out of sight in a foreign landI woke up this morning and felt like a zombie
Couldn’t find the shoes underneath my bed
My tongue was covered in fur
So I shoved it in my pocket
At least I’m alive I think I’ll surviveLike a grain of sand that’s how I feel tonite
Washed up and out of sight in a foreign landGrain of Sand by The Saints off of Prodigal Son
VERY COOl lyrics by Waits and VU… [img]images/smiles/converted/biggrin.gif[/img]
Allison [img]images/smiles/converted/smile.gif[/img] …frozen in Canada [img]images/smiles/converted/eek.gif[/img]
Hey Spaceboy [img]images/smiles/converted/biggrin.gif[/img] love that last one… [img]images/smiles/converted/aliensmile.gif[/img]
October 13, 2001 at 5:19 pm #67364This one pops into my mind all the time when I’m out in public:
"I wish I was like you…..easily amused."
(nirvana- all apologies)
October 13, 2001 at 9:20 pm #67365This is from the Julie & Buddy Miller album, and it describes with frightening accuracy the things I saw happening between two close friends of mine this week [img]images/smiles/converted/frown.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/converted/confused.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/converted/frown.gif[/img]
FOREVER HAS COME TO AN END
When you wrote me you said you were sorry
And you’d still want me for your friend
But now your heart no longer beats for me
I guess forever has come to an endNow it must be like I never loved you
Like your sweet kiss was never mine
I must move on and stop thinking of you
But sorrow has no sense of timeNow the sun need no longer to shine, dear
And the world need no longer to spin
For your love it has run out of time, dear
And forever has come to an endNow the arms that did once used to hold you
Are empty as your promise was
What’s to become of the secrets I told you
Will tears run like a river doesNow the sun need no longer to shine, dear
And the world need no longer to spin, my friend
For your love it has run out of time, dear
And forever has come to an end
And forever has come to an endOctober 13, 2001 at 10:14 pm #67366Hey, Julie is Buddy’s sister right?
That’s some pretty universal lyrics there, surely they apply to anyone in that kinda situation, where a relationship has come to an end because things have changed for the other person but not for you, so it all sucks in huge kinda way cuz you can’t all of sudden turn off the way you feel and it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever be able to [img]images/smiles/converted/frown.gif[/img] Nice spin on that theme by the Millers.
October 13, 2001 at 10:37 pm #67367No,they`re married.
October 13, 2001 at 10:37 pm #67368Maxini wrote
<BLOCKQUOTE><font>quoteQuote:Hey, Julie is Buddy’s sister right?In fact they are husband and wife….
Julie is a great songwriter, Buddy plays guitar in Spyboy (the incredible band of Emmylou Harris, it’s the only ‘country’ band I’ve ever seen with an all black rhythm section….) and does a lot of production work/session work/song writing for a lot of other people…October 13, 2001 at 10:44 pm #67369Sun Ra – Nuclear War has been mentioned on the boards b4 and I love it. Here’s some of the lyrics (most of it is repeated over and over, gotta be heard really)
They’re talking about
nuclear war
It’s a motherfucker
don’t you know?
If they push that button
your ass gotta goGonna blast you
so high in the sky
you can kiss your ass goodbyeIt’s a motherfucker
don’t you know?
If they push that button
your ass gotta go
Whatcha gonna do
about your ass?If they push that button
October 13, 2001 at 10:52 pm #67370<BLOCKQUOTE><font>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by den buck:
<STRONG>In fact they are husband and wife….
Julie is a great songwriter, Buddy plays guitar in Spyboy (the incredible band of Emmylou Harris, it’s the only ‘country’ band I’ve ever seen with an all black rhythm section….) and does a lot of production work/session work/song writing for a lot of other people…</STRONG><HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Yeah, I knew about Buddy playing with Emmylou, but haven’t checked out his own stuff at all. Thanks for the info.October 14, 2001 at 2:43 am #67371my fav line is from green mind:
On a certain i think they’re great
But on another i can’t relate
To anything they doI work at a pre-school and this just seems to fit perfectly.
October 14, 2001 at 10:45 am #67372this one is so sad and depressing…
-And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve…to make the final cut. -
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