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10-19-2012, 09:07 AM
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I've heard this song a lot on the radio lately, but I never really caught the lyrics, or what he was talking about. I just kept hearing 'mudslide' and I knew the title was 50 Ways To Say Goodbye.
But the lyrics are heelarious! 50 Ways To Say Goodbye by Train My heart is paralyzed My head was oversized I'll take the high road like I should You said it's meant to be That it's not you, it's me You're leaving now for my own good That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say She went down in an airplane Fried getting suntan Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes! She met a shark under water Fell and no one caught her I returned everything I ever bought her Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies And ways to say you died My pride still feels the sting You were my everything Some day I'll find a love like yours (a love like yours) She'll think I'm Superman Not super minivan How could you leave on Yom Kippur? That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say She was caught in a mudslide Eaten by a lion Got run over by a crappy purple Scion Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes! She dried up in the desert Drown in a hot tub Danced to death at an east side night club Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies And ways to say you died I wanna live a thousand lives with you I wanna be the one you're dying to Love... but you don't want to That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say She went down in an airplane Fried getting suntan Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes! She met a shark under water Fell and no one caught her I returned everything I ever bought her Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies She was caught in a mudslide Eaten by a lion Got run over by a crappy purple Scion Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes! She dried up in the desert Drown in a hot tub Danced to death at an east side night club Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies And ways to say you died |
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10-19-2012, 04:40 PM
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"When I die put my bones in the Dixie dirt
Look down on me smilin, I don't want no feelins hurt All I'll leave behind me is a ragged old guitar I may not change the world, but I'm gonna leave a scar" ~ Blackberry Smoke "Leave A Scar"
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11-14-2012, 04:18 AM
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Fear Is Our Tradition - Ignite
The deformation of this land That I hold dear The fornication of our rights Forgotten Fit the mold or at odds be damned Fear is our tradition Rise from the sheep we are Face your destination Or be predetermined We'll find our own way out Trust the plain and simple minds So moronic Feel the knife inside our backs Still thrusting Sheltered eyes See blind Fear is our tradition Rise from the sheep we are Face your destination Or be predetermined We'll find our own way out Seek the truth Or pay the price Turn off the box Think for yourself Hang from your mind Within your cell Remember what it's like to care Bring about change Fear is our tradition Fear is our tradition Rise from the sheep we are Face your destination Or be predetermined We'll find our own way out
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark. I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them, I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.  Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
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11-23-2012, 12:20 PM
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I had not even heard of Yip Harburg
... but have seen the movie "Over the Rainbow" (several times !) Have you wondered about the political background of the characters or lyrics ? Yarburg was a 1940's black-listed socialist whose lyrics are in everyday language . " Come out, Come out wherever you are ?" (gay rights) " Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead." (capitalism) " We gotta be free " (slavery) " Happiness is a thing called Joe" (miscegenation) " ...we're not in Kansas anymore." (too many to list) The video is almost 1 hr long, but jumping to the 20-min mark gives the flavor ... then go back and watch it all for the history of a remarkably talented man. Democracy Now Amy Goodman 11/22/12 A Tribute to Blacklisted Lyricist Yip Harburg: The Man Who Put the Rainbow in The Wizard of Oz 9242 |
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11-29-2012, 01:42 PM
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Thanks, Lamp, that was a most excellent link.
 I also read the transcript further down the page, for some of the stuff I couldn't catch on the clip.
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11-29-2012, 06:02 PM
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12-04-2012, 11:22 AM
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I Need You To Turn To
--Elton John and Bernie Taupin You’re not a ship to carry my life You are nailed to my love in many lonely nights. I’ve strayed from the cottages and found myself here For I need your love, your love protests my fears. And I wonder sometimes and I know I’m unkind But I need you to turn to when I act so blind And I need you to turn to when I lose control You’re my guardian angel who keeps out the cold. Did you paint your smile on? well, I said I knew That my reason for living was for loving you. We’re related in feeling but you’re high above You’re pure and you’re gentle with the grace of a dove. |
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12-05-2012, 03:26 PM
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Starry Starry Night
--Don McLean Starry starry night Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colours on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colours changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes A silver thorn A bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen They're not listening still Perhaps they never will Last edited by infinite monkey; 12-05-2012 at 03:39 PM. |
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12-05-2012, 05:43 PM
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To shreds, you say?
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Always good for a tear.
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12-06-2012, 01:34 PM
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I know. I'm listening to it right now.
If there is any kind of afterlife, I hope Vincent can hear this song, and knows how loved he is. If there is a heaven, in it I will be married to Vincent.  Did I tell you my ex's roommate painted me a Starry Night? It's amazing! He just knows I've always loved Van Gogh, and he had taken up painting, and one day handed it to the ex and said "give this to your ex-wife." I treasure it. |
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12-06-2012, 02:20 PM
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I heard that song in a tent in the early hours of the morning.
I had no idea it was about that Vincent at the time. I was a bit double-rainbowed. That festival was the one where I had a shocking case of laryngitis and was told off by the doctor when I got home for leaving it so long to go and see him. What? I left with a sore throat - we'd planned it for a year! I croaked along to Vincent though. As opposed to the festival where I got my first coldsore and my friends tried to convince me (a virgin) it was an STD. Or the one when I genuinely thought I had an STD but it was a marshmallow jammed up my hoo-ha (inserted by bf, not a stranger!). Or the one where they steri-stripped the ridiculously deep cut in my hand and my doctor (different one) was really cross that I hadn't had it stitched. Don't take me to a festival, people. I'm not safe.
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12-06-2012, 07:33 PM
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I heard the singer/writer interviewed on the radio today, and he's quite articulate. This song, which I'd not heard before, was talked about, though they only played a brief excerpt. When I came back into the house, I looked it up. It's a beautiful song, and it has a beautiful video to go along with its beautiful message. Enjoy.
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12-11-2012, 01:18 PM
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To shreds, you say?
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In German
Lied Vom Kindsein – Peter Handke Als das Kind Kind war, ging es mit hängenden Armen, wollte der Bach sei ein Fluß, der Fluß sei ein Strom, und diese Pfütze das Meer. Als das Kind Kind war, wußte es nicht, daß es Kind war, alles war ihm beseelt, und alle Seelen waren eins. Als das Kind Kind war, hatte es von nichts eine Meinung, hatte keine Gewohnheit, saß oft im Schneidersitz, lief aus dem Stand, hatte einen Wirbel im Haar und machte kein Gesicht beim fotografieren. Als das Kind Kind war, war es die Zeit der folgenden Fragen: Warum bin ich ich und warum nicht du? Warum bin ich hier und warum nicht dort? Wann begann die Zeit und wo endet der Raum? Ist das Leben unter der Sonne nicht bloß ein Traum? Ist was ich sehe und höre und rieche nicht bloß der Schein einer Welt vor der Welt? Gibt es tatsächlich das Böse und Leute, die wirklich die Bösen sind? Wie kann es sein, daß ich, der ich bin, bevor ich wurde, nicht war, und daß einmal ich, der ich bin, nicht mehr der ich bin, sein werde? Als das Kind Kind war, würgte es am Spinat, an den Erbsen, am Milchreis, und am gedünsteten Blumenkohl. und ißt jetzt das alles und nicht nur zur Not. Als das Kind Kind war, erwachte es einmal in einem fremden Bett und jetzt immer wieder, erschienen ihm viele Menschen schön und jetzt nur noch im Glücksfall, stellte es sich klar ein Paradies vor und kann es jetzt höchstens ahnen, konnte es sich Nichts nicht denken und schaudert heute davor. Als das Kind Kind war, spielte es mit Begeisterung und jetzt, so ganz bei der Sache wie damals, nur noch, wenn diese Sache seine Arbeit ist. Als das Kind Kind war, genügten ihm als Nahrung Apfel, Brot, und so ist es immer noch. Als das Kind Kind war, fielen ihm die Beeren wie nur Beeren in die Hand und jetzt immer noch, machten ihm die frischen Walnüsse eine rauhe Zunge und jetzt immer noch, hatte es auf jedem Berg die Sehnsucht nach dem immer höheren Berg, und in jeder Stadt die Sehnsucht nach der noch größeren Stadt, und das ist immer noch so, griff im Wipfel eines Baums nach dem Kirschen in einemHochgefühl wie auch heute noch, eine Scheu vor jedem Fremden und hat sie immer noch, wartete es auf den ersten Schnee, und wartet so immer noch. Als das Kind Kind war, warf es einen Stock als Lanze gegen den Baum, und sie zittert da heute noch. [edit]In English Song of Childhood – Peter Handke When the child was a child It walked with its arms swinging, wanted the brook to be a river, the river to be a torrent, and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child, everything was soulful, and all souls were one. When the child was a child, it had no opinion about anything, had no habits, it often sat cross-legged, took off running, had a cowlick in its hair, and made no faces when photographed. When the child was a child, It was the time for these questions: Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Is life under the sun not just a dream? Is what I see and hear and smell not just an illusion of a world before the world? Given the facts of evil and people. does evil really exist? How can it be that I, who I am, didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday, I, who I am, will no longer be who I am? When the child was a child, It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding, and on steamed cauliflower, and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to. When the child was a child, it awoke once in a strange bed, and now does so again and again. Many people, then, seemed beautiful, and now only a few do, by sheer luck. It had visualized a clear image of Paradise, and now can at most guess, could not conceive of nothingness, and shudders today at the thought. When the child was a child, It played with enthusiasm, and, now, has just as much excitement as then, but only when it concerns its work. When the child was a child, It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread, And so it is even now. When the child was a child, Berries filled its hand as only berries do, and do even now, Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw, and do even now, it had, on every mountaintop, the longing for a higher mountain yet, and in every city, the longing for an even greater city, and that is still so, It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees with an elation it still has today, has a shyness in front of strangers, and has that even now. It awaited the first snow, And waits that way even now. When the child was a child, It threw a stick like a lance against a tree, And it quivers there still today.
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12-11-2012, 03:13 PM
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Both Sides Now
--Joni Mitchell Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughing when you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way Oh but now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost but something's gained In living every day I've looked at life from both sides now From WIN and LOSE and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all |
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12-11-2012, 04:40 PM
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To shreds, you say?
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I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a, I love to sing-a, About a sky of blue-a, or a tea for two-a, Anything-a with a swing-a to an "I love you-a," I love to, I love to sing! Give me a song-a About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a. But keep it clean-a, With a cottage small-a by a waterfall-a, Any sob-a that will throb-a to a bluebird's call-a, I love, I love to sing! I was born a singin' fool-a, Lah-de-dah! Ol' Major Bowes is gonna spot me, Got through Yale with boula-boula, Lah-de-dah! Old microphone's got me! I love to sing-a, I love to wake up with the south-a in my mouth-a, And wave a flag-a, With a cheer for Uncle Sammy and another for my mammy, I love to sing! The swingin'est, Hot singin'est, Bell-ringin'est, Song singin'est High tootin'est, Sky tootin'est, I love to sing!
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