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no one of consequence
Join Date: Jun 2001
Location: Arkansas
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Lyrics with meaning
So, we've done Lyric Trivia, and trying to guess which band certain lyrics were from. And we've done "What cd is in your stereo right now". How about something new?
Lyrics with meaning. Lyrics that offer you new insight into life and change the way you view the world. Lyrics that can be read apart from the music as poetry in it's own right. I'll contribute mine later tonight when I get home. :) |
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still says videotape
Join Date: Feb 2001
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Stan Rogers 1949-1983 Canadian Folkie
I took back my hand and I showed him the door
No dollar of mine would I part with this day For fueling the engines of bloody cruel war In my forefather's land far away. Who fled the first Famine wearing all that they owned, Were called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn, And built the Grand Trunk here, and found a new home Wherever their children were born. Their sons have no politics. None call recall Allegiance from long generations before. O'this or O'that name just can't mean a thing Or be cause enough for to war. And meanwhile my babies are safe in their home, Unlike their pale cousins who shiver and cry While kneecappers nail their poor Dads to the floor And teach them to hate and to die. It's those cruel beggars who spurn the fair coin. The peace for their kids they could take at their will. Since the day old King Billy prevailed at the Boyne, They've bombed and they've slain and they've killed. Now they cry out for money and wail at the door But Home Rule or Republic, 'tis all of it shame; And a curse for us here who want nothing of war. We're kindred in nothing but name. All rights and all wrongs have long since blown away, For causes are ashes where children lie slain. Yet the damned U.D.I and the cruel I.R.A. Will tomorrow go murdering again. But no penny of mine will I add to the fray. "Remember the Boyne!" they will cry out in vain, For I've given my heart to the place I was born And forgiven the whole House of Orange King Billy and the whole House of Orange. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written and recorded by Stan Rogers. ©
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Dry Nurse
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Re: Lyrics with meaning
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And if you can't change yourself, change your world. Lonely Planet - The The
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no one of consequence
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Location: Arkansas
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Re: Stan Rogers 1949-1983 Canadian Folkie
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no one of consequence
Join Date: Jun 2001
Location: Arkansas
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Territories
----------- I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes are set above Other people than the ones we know and love In every place with a name They play the same territorial game Hiding behind the lines Sending up warning signs The whole wide world An endless universe Yet we keep looking through The eyeglass in reverse Don't feed the people But we feed the machines Can't really feel What international means In different circles, we keep holding our ground In different circles, we keep spinning round and round We see so many tribes -- overrun and undermined While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind Better people -- better food -- and better beer Why move around the world when Eden was so near? The bosses get talking so tough And if that wasn't evil enough We get the drunken and passionate pride Of the citizens along for the ride They shoot without shame In the name of a piece of dirt For a change of accent Or the colour of your shirt Better the pride that resides In a citizen of the world Than the pride that divides When a colourful rag is unfurled -- Rush |
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still says videotape
Join Date: Feb 2001
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Solid... Do you remember which album was that on? I don't think I have any Rush in the house anymore... freaking lousy cassettes grumble grumble. (Griff dates himself)
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still says videotape
Join Date: Feb 2001
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and now for something completely different
It was a tough call pickin from all of Townes' stuff but heres something lighter about makin choices
No deal by Townes Van Zandt Now this man down at the used car lot tried to sell me four wheels and a trunk. I said, "Man, there is no engine!", he said, "The engine's just a bunch of junk. You don't need no engine to go downhill and I could plainly see, that that's the direction you're headed in", and he handed me the keyes. (I said) No deal; you can't sell this stuff to me No deal, I'm going back to Tennesee Well, I went to a doctor of the highest order, he said I couldn't have a drink for a year. One glass of wine on my birthday if my birthday wasn't too very near. Lord, he must have put me in a state of shock 'cause I made it for about two weeks; then he sent me a bill that knocked me flat off the wagon and back down on my feet. When true love knocked upon my door she'd just barely turned fifteen and I was a little bit nervous if you know just what I mean. But I've heard somewhere that true love conquers all and I figured that was that then I started having dreams 'bout being chased out of town wearing nothing but my cowboy hat. Well, I come through this life a stumbler, my friends I expect to die that way it could be twenty years from now it could be most any day. But if there is no whiskey and women, Lord, behind them heavenly doors I'm gonna take my chances down below, and of that you can be sure.
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Generic Monkey
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: Scotland UK
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A couple to add to the pot...
A broken soul, stares through a pair of watering eyes, uncertain emotions, force and uncertain smile or... Familiarity breeds contempt. or... Where do I put the books? there's so many I could read, but they all are filled with lies. Where do I put the lies? There's so many I could say, but it seems they're in the books. The only ones that spring to mind atm... if anyone knows where they are from please try and guess ![]() oh, yeah, of course there is always... Ma Na Ma Na doo doo doo doo doo Ma Na Ma Ma |
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lurkin old school
Join Date: Oct 2001
Location: Minnesota
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This silly song always makes me smile. I guess that's a life changer...
Comb your hair and paint and powder You act proud and I'll act prouder You sing loud and I'll sing louder Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire You my gal and I'm your feller Dress up in your frock of yeller I'll look swell but you'll look sweller Settin' the woods on fire We'll take in all the honkey tonks Tonight we're having fun We'll show the folks a brand new dance That never has been done I don't care who thinks we're silly You be Daffy and I'll be Dilly We'll order up two bowls of chili Settin' the woods on fire I'll gas up my hot rod stocker We'll get hotter than a poker You'll be broke but I'll be broker Tonight we're settin' the woods on fire We'll sit close to one another Up one street and down the other We'll have a time Oh brother Settin' the woods on fire We'll put aside a little time To fix a flat or two My tires and tubes are doing fine But the air is showing through You clap hands and I'll start bowing We'll do all the law's allowin' Tomorrow I'll be right back plowing Settin' the woods on fire -Hank Williams Sr. Last edited by warch; 05-03-2002 at 01:50 PM. |
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Person Who Has Posted
Join Date: May 2002
Location: Hartford, CT
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The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
by Queens of the Stone Age
Well I’ve got a secret, I cannot say A modern movement to give it away You’ve got somethin that I understand Hold it in tightly, call on command Leap of faith, do you doubt? Cut you in I just cut you out Whatever you do Don’t tell anyone Whatever you do Don’t tell anyone Look for reflections, in your face Canine devotion, time can’t erase Out on the corner or locked in your room I never believe them and I never assume Stuck in believe, there is a lie Promise is promise, an eye for an eye But we’ve got something to reveal No one can know how we feel Whatever you do Don’t tell anyone Whatever you do Don’t tell anyone I think you already know How far I’d go not to say You know the art isn't gone And I’m taking our song to the grave
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retired
Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: Toronto, Canada
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Lyrics with meaning for spinningfetus and dhamsaic
From the Album: "Add It Up" Track #16
Dance Motherfucker Dance When I say dance, you best dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo... you suckin' ugly motherfucker dance dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo... you suckin' ugly motherfucker dance you suckin' ugly motherfucker dance dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, oh... you're such an ugly motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance dance motherfucker dance dance motherfucker dance I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo... you're such an ugly motherfucker dance Gordon Gano: Vocal, Guitar Brian Ritchie: Bass, Vocal Victor DeLorenzo: Drums, Vocal Caleb Alexander: Tenor Sax Sigmund Snopek III: Trombone, Piano Peter balistreri: Baritone Sax Recorded at Stebbing Studio, Auckland, NZ *Previously released only as a B-Side in Germany and Australia Written by Voot Warnings, Glenn Rehse, and John Frankovic © Gorno Music reprinted without permission |
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still says videotape
Join Date: Feb 2001
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He he. I was thiking more like Peter Gabriel
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it It's a knockout If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Andre has sa red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names It's a knockout If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-wars without tears If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres
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Major Inhabitant
Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: Between a rock and a hard place...
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Saul Williams- Coded Language
Whereas, breakbeats have been the
missing link connection the diasporic community to its drum woven past Whereas, the quanitised drum has allowed the whirling mathematitions to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom. Whereas, the velocity of spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re- released at the same given moment of recorded history yet, at a different moment in time’s continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present. We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue. Statements such as “keep it real”, espe- cially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depict- ing an unchanging rule of events. will henceforth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually deter- mined is. Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and thier secular manifestations, the rule of men as listening recepticles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors. Motherfuckers better realise, now is the time to self actualise. We have found evidence that hip hop’s standard 85 rpm when increased by a number at least half the rate of its standard or decreased to 3/4s of its speed may be a determining factor in heighten- ing consciousness. Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchangeing the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. Equate rhyme with reason Sun with season. Your cyclical relationship to phenomena has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods thus symbolising the non-linear character of cause and effect. Reject mediocrity. Your current frequencies of understand- ing outwiegh that which has been given for you to understand. The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant. The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sause and crushed pears. Light years of interchangeable with years of living in darkness The role of darkness is not to be seen as or equated with ignorance but with the unknown and the mysteries of the unseen Thus, in the name of: ROBESON, GOD’S SON, HURSTON AHKENATION, HATHSHEPUT BLACKFOOT, HELEN LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITH, LOURDE WHITMAN, BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, GHANDI GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA MEDUSA, GUEVARA GURDJIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER HOLIDAY, DAVIS, COLTRANE,MOR- RISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE SHAKESPEARE, RACHMANINOV ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTI, DICK- ERSON, RIPPERTON, MARY, ISIS THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS NEFERTITI, LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANE- SHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOUR LIT- TLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASA- KI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE MARLEY, SHAKUR, THOSE WHO BURNED, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED We claim the present as the pre-sent as the hereafter we are unravelling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness we trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We now know that the heart is the philosopher’s stone Our music is our alchemy We stand as the manifested equivalent of 5 buckets of water and a handful of minerals, thus, realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussive factor of forever If you must count to keep the beat the count Find your mantra and awaken your subconscious Curve your circles counterclockwise Use you cipher to decipher coded language manmade laws Climb waterfalls and trees commune with nature snakes and bees Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the chan- nelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama photography, carpentry crafts, love and love We enlist every instrument: acuostic, electronic Every so-called race, gender, sexual preference Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge thier responsiblity to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking world Any utterance un-aimed will be disclaimed, will be maimed - two rappers slain Any utterance un-aimed will be dis- claimed, will maimed - two rappers slain.
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in the Hour of Scampering
Join Date: Jan 2001
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Kindred spirits moving along the spiral
I can see you up on another level It's too great a fall And I can't reach you to pull me higher But I don't seem to get much closer or any more far What would you tell me, if I could hear you speaking? If you could touch me, how would I know the feeling? I just can't imagine But I try to do it anyway I wish I was moving faster, I wish you'd drift back But it just wasn't meant to happen Very soon I'll have to Face the fact Some things never come together Parallel lines running on forever And you can't turn back There is never any starting over Parallel lines never do cross over It's a challenge Gotta make myself remember Facing the truth, well, that doesn't mean surrender What is bravado and how much is a force of will? I know that the world is full of opposites that attract But unless we ignore the physics Very soon we'll have to So I send you the gift of empathy If you'd once in your life acknowledge me I have visualized so thoroughly That when I think of me I think of we Can't face the truth It means that we must surrender Understanding won't satisfy the hunger It whittles away at the destiny we fulfill And like an animal running wild You can't call it back And it's just gonna make it harder When it's finally time to It's like a train that's stuck running on a track Parallel lines running on, running on, running on "Parallel Lines" from the "Nearly Human" album, Todd Rundgren
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