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  • #16
    (thaibound @ Feb. 02 2008,13:42) My life is changing
    in so many ways
    I don't know who
    to trust anymore...
    Fucking awesome...

    But for me the best lyrics for a song come courtesy of the great Zimmerman...


    The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall
    The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall
    The curfew had been lifted and the gambling wheel shut down
    Anyone with any sense had already left town
    He was standing in the doorway looking like the Jack of Hearts.

    He moved across the mirrored room "Set it up for everyone" he said
    Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads
    Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
    "Could you kindly tell me friend what time the show begins ?"
    Then he moved into the corner face down like the Jack of Hearts.

    Backstage the girls were playing five card stud by the stairs
    Lily had two queens she was hoping for a third to match her pair
    Outside the streets were filling up, the window was open wide
    A gentle breeze was blowing, you could feel it from inside
    Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts.

    Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine
    He made his usual entrance looking so dandy and so fine
    With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
    He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
    But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts.

    Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
    She slipped in through the side door looking like a queen without a crown
    She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
    "Sorry darling, that I'm late", but he didn't seem to hear
    He was starring into space over at the Jack of Hearts.

    "I know I've seen that face somewhere" Big Jim was thinking to himself
    "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebodys shelf"
    But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
    And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
    Starring at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts.

    Lily was a princess she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
    She did whatever she had to do she had that certain flash every time she smiled
    She'd come away from a broken home had lots of strange affairs
    With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
    But she's never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts.
    The hanging judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
    The drilling in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind
    It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring
    And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
    No nothing ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts.

    Rosemary started drinking hard and seeing her reflection in the knife
    She was tired of the attention tired of playing the role of Big Jim's wife
    She had done a lot of bad things even once tried suicide
    Was looking to do just one good deed before she died
    She was gazing to the future riding on the Jack of Hearts.

    Lily took her dress off and buried it away
    "Has your luck turn out" she laughed at him'.
    "Well I guess you must have known it would someday
    Be careful not to touch the wall there's a brand new coat of paint
    I'm glad to see you're still alive you're looking like a saint"
    Down the hallway footsteps were coming for the Jack of Hearts.

    The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
    "There's something funny going on" he said " I can just feel it in the air"
    He went to get the hanging judge but the hanging judge was drunk
    As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
    There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts.

    No one knew the circumstance, but they say it happened pretty quick
    The door to the dressing room burst open a cold revolver clicked
    And big Jim was standing there ya couldn't say surprised
    Rosemary right beside him steady in her eyes
    She was with big Jim but she was leaning to the Jack of Hearts.

    Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall
    And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with quite a haul
    In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
    For one more member who had business back in town
    But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts.

    The next day was hanging day the sky was overcast and black
    Big Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
    And Rosemary on the gallows she didn't even blink
    The hanging judge was sober he hadn't had a drink
    The only person on the scene missing was the Jack of Hearts.
    The cabaret was empty now a sign said. "Closed for repair"
    Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
    She was thinking about her father who she was rarely saw
    Thinking about Rosemary and thinking about the law
    But most of all she was thinking about the Jack of Hearts.

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    • #17
      "Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money."

      Ok the song's average but without a doubt the most truthful thing written in a song.
      Beer Baron

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      • #18
        One two three four!

        Feelin sorry
        Feelin sad
        So many ugly people
        I feel bad
        Im so cute
        Theyre so homely
        Some of them
        At home n lonely
        Wish they could be
        Very cute like me
        But they will never
        Get to be
        Some folks got it
        Some folks dont
        Some so ugly
        They never wont

        Everybody
        See his hair
        See his clothes
        Im sure you care
        Terry ted
        Is really sweet
        Watch the way he keep the beat
        Sweet as honey
        Hes a piece of cake
        >from the ginseng root
        n stuff he take
        Vitamin e
        n all the bs
        Hes so cool hell make you freeze
        Make you freeze
        Make you freeze
        Excuse me please

        Step aside
        Im gonna ride
        Im gonna strut
        Im gonna slide
        Hey, ugly folks,
        Go get some cyanide
        An die
        Die die die die

        A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
        A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
        A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
        A-rennda-rennda-rahhh
        (etc. repeats)

        Ugly is bad
        And bad is wrong
        And wrong is sinful
        And sin leads to eternal damnation
        An hot burnin fire
        Hot burnin fire
        Hot burnin fire
        Hot burnin fire
        Screams of agony
        Screams of agony
        Screams of agony
        Screams of agony
        Arrrrrrrghhhhhhh!

        One two three four

        Im so cute!
        Im so cute!
        Im so cute!
        Im so cute!
        Back in LOS in February  

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        • #19
          There are so many brilliant lyrics that have made rich contributions to the music scene, literally forever.

          I am reminded of Jethro Tull's anthem "Thick as a brick", a poem/song over 30 minutes long that still stands up today.

          What about the searing lines written by that poor smack addict Rodriguez [first name Jesus] that 20 years after he recorded
          his only album, went number one in the UK, Australia, almost everywhere except his home country, the US.

          When the English media tracked him down he was washing dishes in a Chicago diner !
          And such is the power of what he wrote, the next time it is "discovered" it will go number one again.

          At least in my house.

          But for sheer longevity by a guy touched with brilliance from the first, I am with Stogie, Robert Zimmerman aka Bob Dylan
          knew how to express himself. Especially his original stuff, "Blowing in the Wind", "The Times they are a'changing", etc listen to
          them & ask who today gets close?        

          And newwriter, I can't too can't go past the ole Springbean; Bruce Springsteen has more than his share of brilliance.
          I like Thunder Road, the track you quote, but if I felt inclined to write out all the words to one,
          I think I would choose Born to Run. The whole bloody album, actually. Genius.          

          Playing him through a pair of Altec 17 studio monitors I have, they can listen to the words 4 kilometres away.


          Just hope they appreciate him.        
          Despite the high cost of living, it continues to be popular.

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          • #20
            I could have read
            A poem called
            Ozymandias
            To her instead

            I lived for the moment
            It was a futile
            Gesture anyway
            I was here
            And she was here

            And being broad
            Of mind and hips
            We did the only
            Thing possible

            I guess I shouldn't have strangled her to death
            But I had to go to work and she had laced my coffee with acid

            Normally I wouldn't have minded
            But I'm allergic to sulphuric acid
            Besides she had acne
            And if you've got acne well I apologize for disliking it intensely.
            But it's understandable that ugly people have got complexes
            I mean it seems to me that ugly people don't have a chance

            It's only the children of the fucking wealthy who tend to be good looking

            An ugly fart
            Attracks a good looking
            Chick, if he's got money

            An ugly fart
            Attracts a good looking
            Chick if he's got money

            An ugly fart
            Attracts a good looking
            Chick
            If he's got money

            It's different for Jews somehow
            I'd like to see
            A passionate
            Film between
            The two ugliest
            People in the world.
            When I say ugly
            I don't mean rough looking
            I mean hideous

            Don't tell me that
            Aesthetics are
            Subjective, you
            Just know the truth
            When you see it
            Whatever it is

            Greatest Punk band of them all and they are getting better and better...

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            • #21
              Carly Simon - You're so vain

              You walked into the party
              Like you were walking onto a yacht
              Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
              Your scarf it was apricot
              You had one eye in the mirror
              As you watched yourself gavotte
              And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
              They'd be your partner, and

              You're so vain
              You probably think this song is about you
              You're so vain
              I'll bet you think this song is about you
              Don't you? Don't you?

              You had me several years ago
              When I was still quite naive
              Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
              And that you would never leave
              But you gave away the things you loved
              And one of them was me
              I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
              Clouds in my coffee, and

              You're so vain
              You probably think this song is about you
              You're so vain
              I'll bet you think this song is about you
              Don't you? Don't you?



              I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
              Clouds in my coffee, and

              You're so vain
              You probably think this song is about you
              You're so vain
              I'll bet you think this song is about you
              Don't you? Don't you?

              Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
              And your horse naturally won
              Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
              To see the total eclipse of the sun
              Well, you're where you should be all the time
              And when you're not, you're with
              Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
              Wife of a close friend, and

              You're so vain
              You probably think this song is about you
              You're so vain
              I'll bet you think this song is about you
              Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?



              You're so vain
              You probably think this song is about you
              You're so vain
              You probably think this song is about you
              You're so vain
              You probably think this song is about you

              You're so vain (so vain)
              I'll bet you think this song is about you
              Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?

              Great lyrics, I think this song was wrote about Warren beattie, not sure

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              • #22
                (tommy1983 @ Feb. 04 2008,00:55) Great lyrics, I think this song was wrote about Warren beattie, not sure
                Yeah, you're right. I think they dated for a while and WB was not happy at all about the song.
                Back in LOS in February  

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                • #23
                  (newwriter @ Feb. 02 2008,11:28) Fucking rubbish - just my opinion though
                  me too, I tend more to He Stopped Loving Her Today type stuff

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                  • #24
                    someone on this board has the screen name "orgasm addict"

                    the first line of that great Buzzcocks song says it all;

                    'well you tried it just for once, found it all right for kicks-

                    but now you find that it's a habit that sticks'


                    classic!
                    Guilt is Gods way of telling you you're having too much fun.
                    -Dennis Miller

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                    • #25
                      I want it now
                      I want it now
                      Not the promises of what tomorrow brings
                      I need to live in dreams today
                      Im tired of the song that sorrow sings

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

                      Id 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
                      Dont tell me that my ship is coming in
                      Nothing comes to those who wait
                      Times running out the door youre 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
                      All the shadows and the pain
                      Are coming to you
                      All the shadows and the pain
                      Are coming to you
                      All the shadows and the pain
                      Are coming to you
                      All the shadows and the pain
                      Are coming to you
                      All the shadows and the pain
                      Are coming to you
                      All the shadows and the pain
                      Are coming to you

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                      • #26
                        From Dave Davis...

                        My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
                        I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
                        The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
                        The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar

                        La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
                        So let's all drink to the death of a clown
                        Won't someone help me to break up this crown
                        Let's all drink to the death of a clown
                        Let's all drink to the death of a clown
                        [ Lyrics found at www.mp3lyrics.org/dJJ ]

                        The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
                        Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
                        The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
                        And frantically looking for runaway fleas

                        La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
                        Let's all drink to the death of a clown
                        So won't someone help me to break up this crown
                        Let's all drink to the death of a clown
                        La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
                        Let's all drink to the death of a clown
                        La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-


                        one of my favorites...
                        Ladyboy Pro....A Bigger Bang

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                        • #27
                          I saw you today , or at least I think it was ,
                          Its hard to say , people change so much .
                          Compelled to look , but I hid my face
                          Its hard to trace - these feelings .

                          Gone so soon, the time I spent with you .
                          And like an old , old tune -keeps running through my head
                          I wanted to say , so many things
                          But my mouth went dry - and one word and Id cry

                          Slender bride , your beauty shines from you
                          And forever more , Ill be on your side for sure
                          A light in your life , that always burns for you
                          As time passes ........ so quickly

                          The final stage , we,ve both reached some way
                          As we board our trains to different stations
                          And the parts we play , and the things we say
                          Words on the way - to discovery .


                          Paul Weller - Time Passes (Stanley Road 1995)
                          Free your mind and your ass will follow .

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                          • #28
                            The distant echo -
                            Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
                            To take them home to
                            The ones that they love and who love them forever
                            The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
                            Cold and uninviting, partially naked
                            Except for toffee wrapers and this mornings paper
                            Mr. jones got run down
                            Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow
                            Madmen on the rampage
                            And Im down in the tube station at midnight
                            I fumble for change - and pull out the queen
                            Smiling, beguiling
                            I put in the money and pull out a plum
                            Behind me
                            Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices
                            Hating, waiting
                            Hey boy they shout - have you got any money?
                            And I said - Ive a little money and a take away curry,
                            Im on my way home to my wife.
                            Shell be lining up the cutlery,
                            You know shes expecting me
                            Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork
                            And Im down in the tube station at midnight

                            I first felt a fist, and then a kick
                            I could now smell their breath
                            They smelt of pubs and wormwood scrubs
                            And too many right wing meetings
                            My life swam around me
                            It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
                            The smell of brown leather
                            It blended in with the weather
                            It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
                            It blocked all my senses
                            Couldnt see, hear, speak any longer
                            And Im down in the tube station at midnight
                            I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

                            The last thing that I saw
                            As I lay there on the floor
                            Was jesus saves painted by an atheist nutter
                            And a british rail poster read have an awayday - a cheap holiday -
                            Do it today!
                            I glanced back on my life
                            And thought about my wife
                            cause they took the keys - and shell think its me
                            And Im down in the tube station at midnight
                            The wine will be flat and the currys gone cold
                            Im down in the tube station at midnight
                            Dont want to go down in a tube station at midnight

                            The Jam
                            Forgot how this forum works  

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                            • #29

                              Now yer talkin
                              Did we ever meet at the youth club disco

                              Free your mind and your ass will follow .

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                              • #30

                                Not unless i was in a pram
                                Just joshin' but it does show my age
                                x
                                Forgot how this forum works  

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