Your Favorite Song Lyrics

Discussion in 'Conversations About Good Music' started by Zenarcist, Oct 8, 2018.

  1. It seems thet every time the Ian Hunter puts pen to paper he winds up tearing a hole in the fabric of reality, transcending the ordinary into something magical, heart rendering and exposing it's true nature previously hidden behind the mundane.
     
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  2. meow

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    I totally disagree and there is no baby in this song :)
     
  3. Ankit

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    [Charlie Scene:]
    My legs are dangling off the edge,
    The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
    I think I'll slit my wrist again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.
    My legs are dangling off the edge,
    A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
    I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

    [Charlie Scene:]
    Gone too far and yeah, I'm gone again,
    It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends,
    I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends,
    One's a bottle of pills, one's a bottle of gin,
    I'm 20 stories up, yeah, up at the top,
    I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off,
    Asphalt to me has never looked so soft,
    I bet my mamma found my letter, now she's calling the cops,
    I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it,
    'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance,
    Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent,
    'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is,
    I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife,
    But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice,
    I never bought a suit before in my life,
    But when you go to meet God, you know you wanna look nice.

    [Charlie Scene:]
    So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

    [Charlie Scene:]
    My legs are dangling off the edge,
    The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
    I think I'll slit my wrist again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
    My legs are dangling off the edge,
    A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
    I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

    [Johnny 3 Tears:]
    We hit the sky, there goes the light, no more sun, why's it always night?
    When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream,
    When you can't dream, well, what's life mean?
    We feel a little pity, but don't empathize
    The old are getting older, watch a young man die,
    A Mother and a Son and someone you know, smile at each other and realize you don't,
    You don't know what happened to that kid you raised,
    What happened to the Father, who swore he'd stay?
    I didn't know 'cause you didn't say,
    Now Mamma feels guilt, yeah, Mamma feels pain,
    When you were young, you never thought you'd die,
    Found that you could but too scared to try,
    You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye,
    Climb to the roof to see if you could fly.

    [Charlie Scene:]
    So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

    [Charlie Scene:]
    My legs are dangling off the edge,
    The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,
    I think I'll slit my wrist again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
    My legs are dangling off the edge,
    A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
    I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

    [Petra Christensen, Griffin Boice's daughter:]
    I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,
    Like a bird so high,
    Oh I might just try,
    I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,
    Like a bird so high,
    Oh I might just try,
    Oh I might just try.
     
  4. PartyShit

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    None of ya safe
    if you find me at the wrong time at the wrong place

     
  5. WoodHouseTheProducer

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    Death is real
    Someone's there and then they're not
    And it's not for singing about
    It's not for making into art
    When real death enters the house, all poetry is dumb

    When I walk into the room where you were
    And look into the emptiness instead
    All fails
    My knees fail
    My brain fails
    Words fail
    Crusted with tears, catatonic and raw
    I go downstairs and outside and you still get mail
    A week after you died a package with your name on it came
    And inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret
    And collapsed there on the front steps I wailed
    A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now
    You were thinking ahead to a future you must have known
    Deep down would not include you
    Though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding down
    Being swallowed into a silence that's bottomless and real
    It's dumb
    And I don't want to learn anything from this
    I love you
     
  6. tooloud

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    Is this you Justin Bieber?
     
  7. Billy Boils

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    Why don't we do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it in the road?
    No one will be watching us
    Why don't we do it in the road?

    Why don't we do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it in the road?
    No one will be watching us
    Why don't we do it in the road?

    Why don't we do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it, do it in the road?
    Why don't we do it in the road?
    No one will be watching us
    Why don't we do it in the road?
     
  8. tooloud

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    Steve Harley - Tumbling Down

    Gee, but it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures
    Now me I regard it's a torturous hardship that smolders
    Like a peppermint eaten away
    Will I fight, will I swagger or sway?
    Hee hee, my lady, she cries like a baby to scolders
    See her tumbling down, tumbling down

    Hail to the monkey, we're having a funky reunion
    Wasted and sunk, he can only have Sunday communion
    He got nicotine stains in his eyes
    He got nothing to protect but his pride
    Oh! smother the kiss or be drownded in blissful confusion
    See it tumbling down, tumbling down

    Juvenile tale, see the Tintanic sail into Brighton
    The Hemingway stacatto, the tragic bravado can frighten
    To be here, there and everywhere's fine
    But do you have to be so swift all the time
    Deliver the dawn to the Moulin-Rouge on the horizon
    Watch it tumbling down, tumbling down
    Tumbling down, tumbling down

    Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues, blues, blues

     
  9. meow

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    You're the first one to ever put such critics on Martin Gore, is all i have to say.

    Are you stupidly mocking me or j/k'ing?
     
  10. tooloud

    tooloud Guest

    I guess I have inadvertently upset you. Sorry I was stupidly joking.
     
  11. blaqmatic

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    Strawberry Letter 23
    The Brothers Johnson

    Hello my love, I heard a kiss from you
    Red magic satin playing near, too
    All through the morning rain I gaze, the sun doesn't shine
    Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind
    In the garden, I see
    West purple shower bells and tea
    Orange birds and river cousins
    Dressed in green
    Pretty music, I hear
    So happy and loud
    Blue flowers echo
    From a cherry cloud
    Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
    Playgrounds will laugh
    If you try to ask
    "Is it cool?"
    If you arrive and don't see me
    I'm going to be with my baby
    I am free, flying in her arms
    Over the sea
    Stained window, yellow candy screen
    See speakers of kite
    With velvet roses diggin'
    Freedom flight
    A present from you
    Strawberry letter 22
    The music plays
    I sit in for a few
    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    Ooh, ooh,…



    Do you think they were high as a kite?
     
  12. KungPaoFist

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    The fact that a 26 year old can write like this is absolutely mind blowing to me.
    I don't know if I speak for any pop consumers mentioned here but I could only understand and appreciate the depth of these kinds of lyrics recently. I always had a hard time following words in songs and movies, being able to pay attention to imagery and sounds only, which is why the sonic qualities of music were my only focal point, and missed the real meat of lyrics no matter how hard I would try. It was always very poetic for me to hear Peter Frampton talking with a wah wah pedal, but it was only recently that I was even able to follow the story in a movie and appreciate a good storyline. I say this because I hope to convey a perspective that some who had that mental capacity developed much earlier may not understand, and people like myself have always felt left out of, despite seeing how much I was missing out on. I can only hope that it was just another part of the universal one's great design, ..would these records have sounded as great if everyone with a passion for the music industry was intent solely on songwriting and lyrics? I'm sure there had to be a few more like me who's passion started with a sole focus on the mechanical process.
     
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  13. meow

    meow Guest

    I'd need way more to be upset, and i agree about Bieber though :rofl:
     
  14. taskforce

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    I 've seen this vid before, thanks man. I was never a huge fan of the duo although i must say the lyrics of this song shine throughout the ages. What amazes me in the vid you posted is how close the two stand to each other. Like they feed off each other's energy and come stronger from the equation both of them.
    Cheers man
     
  15. tooloud

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    I've always had an appreciation of evocative lyrics. Where the subtext suggests meaning, open to the listeners interpretation. Here's an Australian band - Cold Chisel and Dresden Blues

    The morning breeze is off and gone
    The winding factory streets are clean
    Old ladies put the kettle on
    And all-night lechers pause and lean
    On grey shop windows, everywhere
    A deeper hum is in the air
    Hotel room, drifter leaves no clues

    He rides a freight-train out of town
    And whistles at the icy rime
    The cattle float like thistle-downs
    And God is on the edge of time
    Somewhere behind a siren wails
    The freight-train soars above the rails
    The traveller, he's hard as nails
    As the train sweeps down the line

    The salmon Season's here to stay
    And etched into each shoulder-bone
    The mark of Cain is on display
    As stone above each measured stone
    Old Dresden burns above the breeze
    The traveller, he's on his knees
    He's watching sledge-wings dip and play
    So far above the holy throne


     
  16. tooloud

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    I think Loverman is a brilliant lyric. I am in awe of Martin Gore.
     
  17. Read 'em and weep.

     
  18. Billy Boils

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    You might like the lyrics to Happy Slave by Paul Kelly And The Coloured Girls then. The song is one big metaphor for the act of sex.


    "Happy Slave"

    A tug comes on the wire, duty calls me now
    She says 'My land is useless and I need some kind of plough'
    (She's my kind of driver)
    I'm upstanding straight away, I'm ready for my toil
    I feel her whip cracking on my back as I dig into her soil
    (She's my kind of driver)

    I'm burning up her cane, I'm threshing in her barn
    She keeps me at my business until I'm breaking down
    I'm working way too hard, I never get to save
    But I don't mind, I don't mind, I'm a happy slave

    And when my work is done I'm ready to explode
    Suddenly I'm flying when she takes my heavy load
    (She's my kind of driver)

    I'm tending to her flock, I'm burning up her cane
    I never can refuse her and I never complain
    I'm working way too hard, I never get to save
    But I don't mind, I don't mind, I'm a happy slave



     
  19. Seedz

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