O/T Favourite Lyrics

[Raindogs]

This is the one I play for my wife.  Pity she hates Tom Waits..

All The World is Green (Tom Waits - Blood Money)

I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all aganist the sea
To have a better life
Marie you're the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kings

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green

The fase forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow
Maybe when our story's over
We'll go where it's always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green

The moon is yellow silver
Oh the things that summer brings
It's a love you'd kill for
And all the world is green

He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our grave(s)
When all the world is green

[madasahatstand]

until the end of time ill be there for you
you own my heart and mind, i truely adore you
love one day struck me blind, your beauty i still see
loves too weak to define, just what you mean to me.........prince

[I, Zimbra]

Home... is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
(So I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it, the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong . . nothing


Hi yo - I got plenty of time
Hi yo - you got light in your eyes

And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight

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Home... is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time, before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll be


Hi yo - we drift in and out
Hi yo - sing into my mouth

Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head

Ah ooh...

[madasahatstand]

we all know your soft cause we all saw you dancing
we all know you're hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon until noon again
your the boy with the filthy laugh
the boy with the arab strap................................belle and sebastian


another song with a great line


Said the hero in the story, "It is mightier than swords, I can kill you, sure, but I can only make you cry with these words"....belle and sebastian

[Raindogs]

Home... is where I want to be

I thought you might be a Heads fan with that name.  Guess you must have been one of the people who voted for Fear of Music in the top 100 albums.

[booder]

This One's in memory of Uncle George
We brethrens aware, we realise what you stood for

(4) George Jackson Soledad brother

Malicious unjust society
He became revolutionary

(2) George Jackson Soledad brother

No Three Cheers For Uncle George
Baton Clap but Lord Truncheon make no applause
Weathered face of distortion behind iron bars
Sights of darkness and torture and condemned
Fate that he saw

The framed him Yes they framed him
Backraw back up George
Right now in the morgue
He's rebelling for a cause
Eleven years he's beared the scars of injustice yeh
Deeper scars remain of solitary confinement
No you can't trust the fuzz
He only stole seventy dollars
He was advised to plead guilty
He got not one year but life
For demanding his rights, George

(2) George Jackson Soledad brother

Malicious unjust society
He became revolutionary, George Jackson

Soledad brother,

Prevented, Prohibited, from pardon and parole
Just a foolish youth, from backraw man he stole
Now he lies there rotting in a morbid morgue
The Fuzz claimed he suffered a disease call
rebelling for a cause (4)

O Lord them got George
Them shot George
Help George

(4) George Jackson Soledad brother

Malicious unjust society
He became revolutionary, Jackson
(2) Confinement confinement

George, George Jackson

[booder]

Album, tour, albumen - you're still picking at the shell
And you know you should be glad of the living
But it seems like a living hell sometimes
And on this playing stage you play so hard
But so much harder still - is the life beneath, down deep in the seams
Where your hotel nights are the stuff of the dreams
Of the men below

Imagine, having to fight
To work two miles down from the air and the light
And imagine, having to plead
That a job that can kill, is a job that you need

Darker blue this darkness, than a pale young miner's eyes
Who has to see the convoy lights come shining
And can't close off his surprise
With his one poor piece of paving, pressing hard against his palm
Knowing it might be the only way he'd ever get to spend another day
With the men below

A bingo king is calling
It must be morning time again
And every gaudy ball that gets blown out
It seems it's numbered 'number ten'
While on an empty bus they tried so very hard to fill up every seat
There was a method in this mad alarm
Who do you think would ever do such harm to the men below?

And who knows what we all owe
To the boys in the dust - to the men below?

And who knows what we all owe
To the boys in the dust - to the men below?

And who knows what we all owe
To the boys in the dust - to the men below?

[booder]

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.

That until there 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.

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola,
In Mozambique,
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed -
Well, everywhere is war -
Me say war.

War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south -
War - war -
Rumours of war.
And until that day,
The African continent
Will not know peace,
We Africans will fight - we find it necessary -
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory

Of good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah! /fadeout/

[booder]

96 degrees
in the shade
real hot in the shade

said it was 96 degrees in the shade
ten thousand soldiers on parade
taking i and i to meet a big fat boy
sent from overseas
the queen employ
excellency before you i come
with my representation
you know where i'm coming from

you caught me on the loose
fighting to be free
now you show me a noose
on the cotton tree
entertainment for you
martyrddom for me

96 degrees in the shade
real hot in the shade

some may suffer and some may burn
but i know that one day my people will learn
as sure as the sun shines, way up in the sky
today i stand here a victim the truth is i'll never die

96 degrees in the shade
real hot in the shade

[Trace]

I forgot all about this thread, and have just re-read it.

AdamM's first set of lyrics have blown me away, I
missed them first time round.

Funny how some lyrics can become so apt nearly a year down the line.

[snoopy1239]

 (xylophone intro)

Oh what an atmosphere!
I love a party with a happy atmosphere,
So let me take you there,
And you and I'll be dancin' in the cool night air!

Well we're at the dancin' party,
And you're out there havin' fun,
And your girl is there beside you,
And you feel like number one!

So get your body movin'...
'Cos tonight has just begun...
OH WHOA! Let it go!
WHOOA! Let it show....
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah!

Oh what an atmosphere!
I love a party with a happy atmosphere,
So let me take you there,
And you and I'll be dancin' in the cool night air!
OH OH
Oh what an atmosphere!
I love a party with a happy atmosphere, yeah mmmm,
Music everywhere,
And soon we'll be dancin' in the cool night air!

Now we're out here all together,
Everybody's hand in hand,
We can make it last forever,
When we're dancin' with the gang!
Well you've got your favourite records,
And Frankie's got his band!

HUH!!!
OH WHOA! Let it go!
WHOOA! Let it show....
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah!

Oh what an atmosphere!
I love a party with a happy atmosphere,
So let me take you there,
And you and I'll be dancin' in the cool night air!
OH OH
Oh what an atmosphere!
I love a party with a happy atmosphere, mmmm yeah,
Music everywhere,
And soon we'll be dancin' in the cool night air!

(Riotous eighties party noises)

(Repeat chorus and fade out)

[booder]

 

[Djinn]

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of fire and fry
Don't see 'em again til the 4th of July

Although Danafish says 'Loser' by Beck is my theme song.  Which I think is a little mean.

[NoflopsHomer]

When you come around, everything else disappears.
My ears disappear.
When you come around, everything else vanishes.

The crowds slowly fade when you come around.
Everything evaporates when you come around.

On the news at night,
they talk about the disappearances.
They interview the people who were witnesses.
Most are shocked, some don't care.

When you come around, everything else disappears.
My mouth disappears.
When you come around, everything else vanishes.

The birds have no heads when you come around.
Everything loses its legs when you come around.

On the news at night,
they talk about the abnormalities.
They interview the people who are authorities.
Most are intrigued, some don't care
When you come around.

When you are near,
I feel so far away from the person I am
Alone I feel like I'm jumping on a trampoline.

When you come around, everything else disappears.
My eyes disappear.
When you come around, everything else vanishes.

The sunlight swims away when you come around,
And even darkness won't stay
when you come around.

[booder]

Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to that.
 So let's have another drink and let's talk about the blues.
 Blues is about dignity, it's about self-respect, and no matter what they take away from you - that's your's for keeps.
 I remember how it was, how every medium (TV and papers and radio) and all those people were saying "You're on the scrap heap, you're useless."
 And I remember how easy it was to start believing that.
 I remember how you'd hear people take it for granted that it was true.
 Just 'cause someone with an ounce of power said so.
 And that's a problem now. Too many oddballs, too many pocketbook psychologists and would-be philosophers with an axe to grind.
 But there's a solution. It's not easy, but it's a matter of coming to terms in your heart with the situation you're in.
 A matter of choosing how things go for you and not having things forced upon you.
 There are plenty of forces against you, forcing you against your will, your ideals.
 You've got to hope for the best and that's the best you can hope for.
 You've got to hope against hope. I remember something Sal Paradise said, he said "The city intellectuals of the world are debauched from the full body blood-of-the-land and are just rootless fools.
 So listen.
 When the smile, when the condescending pat-on-the-back comes and says "We're sorry but you're nothing. You've got nothing for us and we've got nothing for you" You say "No" and say it loud "NO!"
 And remember, people who talk about revolution and a class-struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love.
 And what is positive in the refusal and constraint.
 Since people have a corpse in their mouth.