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Killer Lines…still haunting me

Forums › Forums › General Discussions › Open Topic › Killer Lines…still haunting me

  • This topic has 115 replies, 16 voices, and was last updated 21 years, 5 months ago by crazycloud.
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  • October 22, 2001 at 4:07 pm #67388
    SG
    Participant

      "It`s been 10 years now
      since the lights went down
      I was coming out of the sick room suite
      the name was faint
      but her spark was fine
      and there were no longer any shadows
      left to follow me
      from the poor lil changer
      that fades away
      and at late
      a message from a diamond
      and she`s smokin on
      He thought he had a handle
      but the load went down
      busted up ,found,and broken out
      and in the AM,chalky light?
      another half day unmoved
      a lost turn packed
      in a knockando roller
      with the note and the news
      a showboat motel
      Casper night
      The river`s high and losing
      I`ll watch her flaming figure fly
      and burn out at your ruins
      as felt belt out a warning
      of some Spainish house I`ve known
      cut to the bone
      quick to the cue"

      October 22, 2001 at 8:38 pm #67389
      K7 Rides Again
      Participant

        hey salami and tones, question of curiousity…what’s all that from?

        October 22, 2001 at 10:52 pm #67390
        K7 Rides Again
        Participant

          oh an original huh? aren’t we the little egocentric [img]images/smiles/converted/evil.gif[/img]
          i’ve only recently started listening to Dylan, know some of his real pop. stuff, but only have a greatest hits CD. If he’s writing stuff like that though, I think I’ll have to start diggin’ a little deeper [img]images/smiles/converted/biggrin.gif[/img]
          later DJ scratchit [img]images/smiles/converted/wink.gif[/img]

          <FONT>[ October 22, 2001 08:56 PM: 1 kurticus7 ]</font>

          October 23, 2001 at 3:06 pm #67391
          SG
          Participant

            That song is Richard Buckner`s Ocean Cliff Clearing.He`s a folk/alt country artist from northern California,he played in punk bands as a teenager and a country rock band and eventually went solo acoustic,he released his first album around 94-95,Bloomed,produced by Lloyd Maines,a Texas pedal steel guitar player,he played on Uncle Tupelo`s Anodyne and Wilco`s AM;if the Maines name sounds familar it`s because his daughter is in the Dixie Chicks.
            In 96 Buckner released Devotion And Doubt on MCA records,his major label debut and in 98 followed with Since,that`s where that song I typed the lyrics is from.I think he got dropped by MCA after that,he`s not commercial country material,last year he released on a small indie The Hill,based on the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters,a early 20th century writer who wrote about actual events in a small Illinois town,not exactly happy material,Buckner turns the text into songs-a man catches his wife cheating on him and gets shot by the other man;a drunken man beaten by a judge when he stumbles on his property by accident;a pregnant woman overdosing on morphine,etc.

            You can check out some of Richard Buckner`s
            songs at tinytelephone.com they have some tracks from Since and some live songs including a Pavement song-"Here".

            One thing I found out that was cool is he now lives in Canada,he met a woman from Alberta and moved there.

            October 24, 2001 at 2:58 am #67392
            Bucky Ramone
            Participant

              The last post from Salamiguy is a Richard Buckner song, forgot the title, but i’m sure Salamiguy will post some more info here…

              October 24, 2001 at 10:06 am #67393
              Javro
              Moderator

                en sortant de l’ecole
                nous avons rencontres
                un grand chemin du fer
                qui nous ont emmener
                tout autour de la terre
                dans un wagon dorre

                October 24, 2001 at 3:28 pm #67394
                Robert
                Participant

                  Some great Dylan lines -thanks for the link kurticus [img]images/smiles/converted/smile.gif[/img]

                  If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide,
                  If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died.
                  I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
                  Someone had to reach for the risin’ star,
                  I guess it was up to me.

                  Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues:

                  When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez
                  And it’s Eastertime too
                  And your gravity fails
                  And negativity don’t pull you through
                  Don’t put on any airs
                  When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue
                  They got some hungry women there
                  And they really make a mess outa you

                  Now if you see Saint Annie
                  Please tell her thanks a lot
                  I cannot move
                  My fingers are all in a knot
                  I don’t have the strength
                  To get up and take another shot
                  And my best friend, my doctor
                  Won’t even say what it is I’ve got

                  Sweet Melinda
                  The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
                  She speaks good English
                  And she invites you up into her room
                  And you’re so kind
                  And careful not to go to her too soon
                  And she takes your voice
                  And leaves you howling at the moon

                  Up on Housing Project Hill
                  It’s either fortune or fame
                  You must pick up one or the other
                  Though neither of them are to be what they claim
                  If you’re lookin’ to get silly
                  You better go back to from where you came
                  Because the cops don’t need you
                  And man they expect the same

                  Now all the authorities
                  They just stand around and boast
                  How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
                  Into leaving his post
                  And picking up Angel who
                  Just arrived here from the coast
                  Who looked so fine at first
                  But left looking just like a ghost

                  I started out on burgundy
                  But soon hit the harder stuff
                  Everybody said they’d stand behind me
                  When the game got rough
                  But the joke was on me
                  There was nobody even there to call my bluff
                  I’m going back to New York City
                  I do believe I’ve had enough

                  October 24, 2001 at 4:20 pm #67395
                  SG
                  Participant

                    Robert-that`s one of my fav Dylan songs.
                    at Townes Van Zandt`s site,there`s this jukebox that has clips from live stuff by Townes,one is his songs -Codorado Girl with the first verse from Just Like Tom Thumbs added in.

                    October 26, 2001 at 10:34 am #67396
                    Robert
                    Participant

                      Salamiguy -thanks for the info bout the van Zandt site!

                      Nice little tune from a norwegian band that sums up what I feel of most of the bands out there.

                      Whopper -This Is Not A Song
                      This is not a song.
                      It’s not a rebel hit,
                      another white hype
                      from the girls that we like
                      and respect.
                      Oh man,
                      there’s a new shiny band
                      and they’re playing this song.
                      We all sing along,
                      how long.

                      There’s a song on the playlist,
                      but the words don’t mean a thing.
                      But the words don’t mean a thing.

                      If you don’t have the man,
                      you don’t have a band.
                      And if you don’t have a hit,
                      well then that’s pretty much it.
                      Come on, you’ve been
                      making these songs,
                      but if you don’t keep it simple
                      you’re not gonna stay.
                      And away.

                      There’s a beat on the billboard.
                      I think I’ve heard that beat before.
                      There’s a beat on the billboard.
                      I think I’ve heard that beat before.

                      There’s a band full of boys
                      and everyone sings.
                      They’re 29,
                      but they do different things.
                      One of them is tough
                      and another is sweet.
                      And they all shout their songs
                      as they walk down the streets.
                      There’s a girl on TV,
                      she plays the guitar,
                      she makes her own songs.
                      They say she’s gonna get far.
                      She really likes jazz,
                      but she’s playing this pop.
                      And her singles go,
                      dum dum dum di dum.

                      Somewhere, someone make a love song,
                      play it to the one you love.
                      No more Sting covers,
                      no soul funk lovers
                      and the bands on MTV.
                      They don’t do anything for me.
                      This is not a song.
                      This is not a song.
                      This is not a song.
                      This is not a song.
                      This is not a song.

                      October 26, 2001 at 11:33 am #67397
                      SG
                      Participant

                        Gun Street Girl by Tom Waits

                        "Falling James in the Tahoe mud
                        stick around to tell us all the tale
                        well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
                        and now he`s dancing in the Birmingham jail
                        dancing in the Birmingham jail

                        He took a 100 dollars off of a slaughterhouse Joe
                        Bought a brand new Michigan twenty gauge
                        He got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn
                        blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
                        a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

                        he bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
                        and dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
                        with a pawn shop radio quarter past 4
                        he left Waukegan at the slamming of the door
                        left Waukegan at the slamming of the door

                        I said John John he`s long gone
                        gone to Indiana ain`t never coming home
                        I said John John he`s long gone
                        gone to indiana ain`t never coming home

                        He`s sitting in a sycamore in St. John`s wood
                        soaking day old bread in kerosene
                        well he was blue as a robin`s egg and brown as a hog
                        He`s staying out of circulation till the dogs get tired
                        out of circulation till the dogs get tired

                        Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
                        He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
                        sitting by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
                        telling everyone he saw "he went that-a-way,boys"
                        telling everyone he saw "he went that-a-way"

                        now the rain`s like gravel on an old tin roof
                        and the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world
                        now a head full of bourbon and the dream in the straw
                        and a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
                        a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all

                        Well he`s riding in the shadow by the St. Joe`s ridge
                        hearing the click clack tapping of a blind man`s cane
                        he was pulling into Baker on New Year`s eve
                        one eye on a pistol the other on a door
                        one eye on a pistol the other on a door

                        Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
                        smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
                        with a fireman`s raincoat and her long yellow hair
                        well they tied her to the tree with a skinny millonaire
                        they tied her to the tree with a skinny millonaire

                        I said John John he`s long gone
                        gone to Indiana ain`t never coming home
                        I said John John he`s long gone
                        gone to Indiana ain`t never coming home

                        banging on a table with an old tin cup
                        sing I`ll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
                        never kiss a Gun Street girl again
                        I`ll never kiss a Gun Street girl again"

                        October 26, 2001 at 11:39 am #67398
                        Cloud9
                        Participant

                          dEUS – Jigsaw U

                          56 Falcon, Across The Old Laundry, I Tasted
                          Jigsaw U. How I Hate To See This Wasted

                          I’m Thinkin’ Of
                          A Parallel
                          These Lines Won’t Cut
                          But All It Takes
                          Is Finding Some Way To Weld

                          October 28, 2001 at 4:17 pm #67399
                          Matty qui-9
                          Participant

                            The Kid got busted doing miles of cocaine
                            And his girlfriend was speaking Japanese
                            "SUSHI"
                            The lights went out, the world was breathing heavy
                            Stardust and everbody’s gone.

                            -Creepy D

                            October 28, 2001 at 8:12 pm #67400
                            Bucky Ramone
                            Participant

                              Until the philosophy which holds one race
                              Superior and another inferior
                              Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
                              Everywhere is war, me say war

                              That until there is no longer first class
                              And second class citizens of any nation
                              Until the colour of a man’s skin
                              Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
                              Me say war

                              That until the basic human rights are equally
                              Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
                              Dis a war

                              From Bob Marley’s ‘War’

                              Michael Franti and Spearhead started their show in Amsterdam last week with this song. After the song Michael remarked: ‘We can bomb the world into pieces, but not into peace….’
                              [img]images/smiles/icon_confused.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/icon_sad.gif[/img]

                              October 29, 2001 at 2:27 am #67401
                              AGAP
                              Participant

                                Hey,

                                Been kinda a weird week here but these lines have made me smile [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]

                                I can’t seem to see thru solid marble eyes
                                Sparklehorse…Piano Fire

                                When I see yr eyes arrive
                                They explode like two bugs on glass
                                Mercury Rev…Goddess on a Hiway

                                Raw Power honey can’t be beat
                                Poppin eyes and a flashing feet
                                Stooges…Raw Power

                                Allison [img]images/smiles/icon_wink.gif[/img]

                                [ October 29, 2001: Message edited by: Another Girl Another Planet ]</p>

                                October 29, 2001 at 4:36 am #67402
                                Cloud9
                                Participant

                                  Everything Is Great When U’re Dead
                                  Yr Family Surrounds U
                                  There Are Flowers In Yr Bed
                                  Everything Is Just Like They Said
                                  & Like Laying Down Just To Feel It

                                  Motorpsycho – When U’re Dead

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