O/T Favourite Lyrics

[RED-DOG]

Seasons in the sun, Terry Jacks, I like that too

[North Angel]

I am now riddled with goosebumps - Ange's topped it off....

Sorry Trace, it was my dad's fav song and unfortunately was not allowed to be played at his funeral in may.

Ang x x

[Highstack]

As its seasonal, you just have to love the lyrics of The Pogues, Fairytale of New York - class.

[Trace]

I am now riddled with goosebumps - Ange's topped it off....

Sorry Trace, it was my dad's fav song and unfortunately was not allowed to be played at his funeral in may.

Ang x x

Don't be sorry Ange, it brought back childhood memories for me..  And I could play it on my Xylophone too.

[AdamM]

heres a couple I'd like to share
All mine

HEART AND MIND

I wish there was an easy way to tell you,
I wish there was an easy way to say
The day is coming when I have to leave you
If I can find the strength to turn and walk away

I know where I'm going
and who I'm going to
It's nothing you've done wrong to me
That stops me loving you

She was in my heart and mind
Before you came along
I tried to leave her in the past
But her hold was much too strong
I thought that I could start again
and you could be the one
To help me break away from her
but her hold was much too strong

When you took me in you knew that I was wounded
That I bore the scars that she had left behind
That my love for her had left me broken hearted
That my love for her was burning deep inside

Now she says she wants me back
And I can't turn her down
She's telling me to run to her
And never turn around

She was in my heart and mind
Before you came along
I tried to leave her in the past
But her hold was much too strong
I thought that I could start again
and you could be the one
To help me break away from her
but her hold was much too strong

I know you're never going to forgive me
For the pain that I'm about to put you through
You deserve to be with someone who is only
Only giving their heart and mind to you

I'm sorry that I have to leave
And that I lied to you
I'm sorry that you'll hate me
For what I've got to do

She was in my heart and mind
Before you came along
I tried to leave her in the past
But her hold was much too strong
I thought that I could start again
and you could be the one
To help me break away from her
but her hold was much too strong


ONE LAST SONG

as I sit here on my own again, my guitar on my knee
waiting for another song to present itself to me
The words they start to form, a melody arrives
and I can see your face before me clear as day

If I had to write just one more song and never play again
If I had to sing just one more song and never sing again
If I had to serenade just one more person in my life
then I'd be outside your window tonight

I'd sing about the way I felt the afternoon we met
Sing about the first time I felt your sweet caress
The gentle way you kissed me, the softness of your touch
A summers evening I will not forget

If I had to write just one more song and never play again
If I had to sing just one more song and never sing again
If I had to serenade just one more person in my life
then I'd be outside your window tonight

From time to time I think back to the summer spent with you
Loving you so hard with the intensity of youth
Thinking it would never end and that I'd always be
waking in the morning next to you

If I had to write just one more song and never play again
If I had to sing just one more song and never sing again
If I had to serenade just one more person in my life
then I'd be outside your window tonight
If I had to serenade just one more person in my life
then I'd be outside your window tonight

[Rod Paradise]

Sorry Trace, it was my dad's fav song and unfortunately was not allowed to be played at his funeral in may.

Ang x x

Why would a song not be allowed at a funeral? That's out of order!!

I want Sympathy for the Devil at mine

[Rod Paradise]

Used to love this at Big Country gigs - the whole crowd would sing it & the last 2 lines would be repeated on & on....

Couldn't listen to if for months after Stuart Adamson died - seeing the band, his kids & a lot of stars all singing it at his tribute gig all belting it out with tears running down thier faces - the same as the crowd, meant I couldn't listen to it for a long long time....


Chance

All the rain came down on a cold new town
as he carried you away
From your father's hand that always seemed like a fist
Reaching out to make you pay

He came like a hero from the factory floor
With the sun and moon as gifts
But the only son you ever saw
Where the two he left you with

Oh lord where did the feeling go
Oh lord I never felt so low

Now the skirts hang so heavy around your head
That you never knew you were young
Because you played chance with a lifetime's romance
And the price was far too long

Oh lord where did the feeling go
Oh lord I never felt so low

[RED-DOG]

Beautiful lyrics Adam, especially the first one

[TightEnd]

Rod, I have always loved that song, and Fields of Fire, Look away, In a Big Country etc

[yt]

Used to love this effort by The Wonder Stuff. Always makes me think about where I am in my life and if I should be doing more.

Maybe

Maybe I should be a writer
Write a book and feel much brighter
And share my thoughts with the world

Or maybe then I could be a film maker
Celluloid is more fun than paper
You never seen the screens corners curl

Aah maybe then I could be a lover
Find a girl and win her over
Tell her that she's the only one

Yeah maybe then a philanderer
I'd sneak around and lie to her
And kid myself that I'm the happy one

Chorus:
I'm not looking over four leaf clovers
I'm just waiting for hell to freeze over
Yeah over

Maybe I should take the mic'
Stand up tall like Michael Stipe
And try to solve the problems of the earth

Or maybe then I should sit back down
Scratch my chin and use my frown
And try to figure out exactly what I'm worth

We're still building churches burning books
Killing the babies to feed the crooks
Who said the world would turn out fair

So I guess I'll dig myself a hole
Ask the devil if he wants my soul
And do something real like cut my hair

Chorus:

Oh maybe this and maybe that
It may be satin it may be sack
It won't really matter much in the end

Maybe my enemy maybe my friend
I'd drive myself around the bend
Thanks for your time and ears to lend

[TightEnd]

An absolute classic



When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.

Don't let yourself go, cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
If you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

Cause' everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand.

Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
When you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you're not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.

[RED-DOG]

Yep, gets me every time

[RED-DOG]

Great melody too

[Sheriff Fatman]

If you look on my profile you'll see I list The Wedding Present as one of my favourite bands.  This was not always the case for me.  In fact, when I started University in 1992 its fair to say that I hated them.  Two of my best friends were big, big Wedding Present fans and I remember with fondness the arguments I'd have with them.  "They're shit" was my standard retort.  "The singer can't sing and the music's crap!" was normally not far behind.

Over the course of the next 3 years my attitude slowly started to change.  David Gedge writes terrific love songs, but unlike the formulaic clap-trap that hits the charts these days (take 5 pretty boys, insert words 'Baby', 'Love', etc ad nauseam) they tend to be from the point of view of a failed relationship.  I therefore only started to realise how good they were when I was on the receiving end of a few of these relationships and was starting to feel suitably bitter.  In such a state of mind all of their songs start to feel like they were written directly about me!  Nowadays, despite the bitterness long being left behind, I remain a massive fan of theirs.

The two songs below are two very memorable examples for me.  The first, 'Unfaithful', was played to me by a friend just after I'd split up with my girlfriend from the first year of university.  I'd spent the previous evening starting at the lights in her room as one of her 'friends' was visiting and appeared not to be leaving that night.  When he played the song to me I couldn't believe someone had written a song describing my previous evening.

The second song, "Don't Laugh" is just a beautifully poignant description of the state of mind after a broken relationship.  I found myself playing this over and over just after I graduated when I was getting over an even tougher break-up (one that took me a long time to get over).

Its small fry stuff compared to some of the things in this thread, but its what sticks out for me!

Sheriff

"Unfaithful"

And what's your game?
Arm in arm by the garage wall
Is that his name?
Oh yes, I knew I'd seen his face before
You know I haven't worn a shirt like that since, oh, 1974

I might have known
The light was still on when I passed your flat
So you weren't alone?
Oh what do you mean "what am I getting at?"
I just don't believe that anyone can work as much as that

And are you being unfaithful to me?
Are you being unfaithful to me?
Are you being unfaithful to me?
Are you being unfaithful?

I'm so ashamed
I had my ear pressed up to your bedroom door
You never change
If you want anything you just take it all
I suppose you'd like me to go back home and wait
For the usual telephone call

And are you being unfaithful to me?
Are you being unfaithful to me?
Are you being unfaithful to me?
Are you being unfaithful?


"Don't Laugh"

I never thought I could live here on my own
But then I guess everybody's got to live somewhere
Four tins of paint made this our home
I got less on the walls than I got in my hair

When we moved in here the dog was still a pup
Do you remember the time he chewed those curtains that we found?
I laughed the day you put them up
The day you left I tore them down

Don't laugh, don't even sigh
I touched your skin last night
But your half of the bed was empty
So I guess I must have dreamt it
I don't know why
Don't laugh, don't even try
I touched your skin last night
I didn't fall asleep til morning
And then the next day I couldn't stop yawning
Oh how I try

These bedroom walls are paper thin
We took a side in every neighbours' row
And those kids next door make such a din
But sitting here it seems ever so quiet now

[lazaroonie]

Covered by many many singers - dont really care who sings it, just love the song (although at a push Dean Martin )



It's knowing that your door is always open
and your path is free to walk,
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
by forgotten words and bonds
and the ink stains that have dried upon some line,
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of memory,
and keeps you ever gentle on my mind.

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
planted on their columns now that bind me,
Or something that somebody said
because they thought we fit together walkin'.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads
by the rivers of my memory
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind.

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
and the junkyards and the highways come between us,
And some other woman's crying to her mother
'cause she turned and I was gone.
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
and summer sun might burn me till I'm blind,
But not to where I cannot see
you walkin' on the back roads,
by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin',
crackling cauldron in some train yard;
My beard a roughn'ning coal pile
and a dirty hat pulled low across my face;
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can,
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find,
That you're wavin' from the back roads
by the rivers of my memory
ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind...