Your Favorite Song Lyrics

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

  1. Zenarcist

    Zenarcist Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Jan 1, 2012
    Messages:
    2,340
    Likes Received:
    1,342
    Location:
    Planet Earth
    For me these lyrics have stood the test of time, you can feel the traditional Irish poetic writing tradition shining through, which results in such magical imagery.



    The Whole of the Moon - The Waterboys

    I pictured a rainbow
    You held it in your hands
    I had flashes
    But you saw the plan
    I wandered out in the world for years
    While you just stayed in your room
    I saw the crescent
    You saw the whole of the moon
    The whole of the moon

    Hmm, you were there in the turnstiles, with the wind at your heels
    You stretched for the stars and you know how it feels to reach too high
    Too far
    Too soon
    You saw the whole of the moon

    I was grounded
    While you filled the skies
    I was dumbfounded by truth
    You cut through lies
    I saw the rain dirty valley
    You saw Brigadoon
    I saw the crescent
    You saw the whole of the moon

    I spoke about wings
    You just flew
    I wondered, I guessed and I tried
    You just knew
    I sighed
    But you swooned, I saw the crescent
    You saw the whole of the moon
    The whole of the moon

    With a torch in your pocket and the wind at your heels
    You climbed on the ladder and you know how it feels to get too high
    Too far
    Too soon
    You saw the whole of the moon
    The whole of the moon, hey yeah!

    Unicorns and cannonballs, palaces and piers
    Trumpets, towers and tenements
    Wide oceans full of tears
    Flags, rags ferryboats
    Scimitars and scarves
    Every precious dream and vision
    Underneath the stars, yes, you climbed on the ladder
    With the wind in your sails
    You came like a comet
    Blazing your trail too high
    Too far
    Too soon
    You saw the whole of the moon

    Songwriters: Michael Scott
    The Whole of the Moon lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

    Song Facts:

    The "whole of the moon" is the big picture, which takes a particular vision to see. In a Songfacts interview with Waterboys frontman Mike Scott, he said: "I wrote the song when I was 26 years old, and I was discovering that there was so much more than I had ever known. There was so much more to learn than I'd even been hinted at in the culture I'd grown up in. I had a strong sense of wonderment about that, and I realized there were people who had vastly more information in their imaginations and experiences than I had. And so that's what inspired that song."

    Who is it that Mike Scott is singing about in this song? Here's what he told us: "It's not a specific person. It's more a type. The point of the song was to illustrate how much more there could be to learn than we had ever guessed. And so, I used that format of songwriting, as if addressing a more knowledgeable or wise being.

    Or it could actually have been someone who came into this life and burned out very quickly. Too far, too soon. Like Syd Barret or Jimi Hendrix, who comes in and seems to be possessed by this otherworldly knowledge or inspiration, but burns out quickly then leaves us. That kind of character. It certainly wasn't written about C.S. Lewis, although he was a big spiritual inspiration to me as a child, and through the rest of my life, indeed. And it certainly wasn't about Prince, although there were moments when Prince seemed to embody that sort of person. And it certainly wasn't about my old friend Nikki Sudden, who was a very interesting character, but certainly not the kind of character I was describing in the song."

    https://www.songfacts.com/facts/the-waterboys/the-whole-of-the-moon

    Fun Bonus:

     
    Last edited: Oct 12, 2018
    • Like Like x 8
    • Love it! Love it! x 1
    • List
  2.  
  3. taskforce

    taskforce Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Jan 27, 2016
    Messages:
    1,011
    Likes Received:
    1,033
    Location:
    Studio 54
    "A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers"
    Van der Graaf Generator


    Eyewitness
    Still waiting for my saviour,
    storms tear me limb from limb;
    my fingers feel like seaweed...
    I'm so far out I'm too far in.
    I am a lonely man, my solitude is true
    my eyes have borne stark witness
    and now my nights are numbered, too.
    I've seen the smiles on dead hands,
    the stars shine, but they're not for me.
    I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost...
    I shine but, shining, dying,
    I know that I am almost lost.
    On the table lies blank paper
    and my tower is built on stone
    I only have blunt scissors,
    I only have the bluntest home...
    I've been the witness, and the seal of death
    lingers in the molten wax that is my head.
    When you see the skeletons
    of sailing-ship spars sinking low
    You'll begin to wonder if the points
    of all the ancients myths
    are solemnly directed straight at you...
    Pictures/Lighthouse
    (Eddies, rocks, ships, collision, remorse)
    Eyewitness
    No time now for contrition:
    the time for that's long past.
    The walls are thin as tissue and
    if I talk I'll crack the glass.
    So I only think on how it might have been,
    locked in silent monologue, in silent scream.
    I'm much too tired to speak
    and, as the waves crash on the bleak
    stones of the tower, I start to freak
    and find that I am overcome...
    S.H.M.
    'Unreal, unreal' ghost helmsmen scream
    and fall in through the sky,
    not breaking through my seagull shrieks...
    no breaks until I die:
    the spectres scratch on window-slits -
    hollowed faces and mindless grins
    only intent on destroying what they've lost.
    I crawl the wall till steepness ends
    in the vertical fall;
    my pain has sailed into the sea:
    no joking hopes at dawn.
    White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
    lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark
    and parallel my isolated tower...
    no paraffin for the flame
    no harbour left to gain.
    Presence of the Night / Kosmos Tours
    'Alone, alone' the ghosts all call,
    pinpoint me in the light.
    The only life I feel at all
    is the presence of the night.
    Would you cry if I died?
    Would you catch the final words of mine?
    Would you catch my words?
    I know that there's no time
    I know that there's no rhyme...
    false signs find me
    I don't want to hate,
    I just want to grow;
    why can't I let me
    live and be free?
    but I die very slowly alone.
    I know more ways,
    I am so afraid,
    myself won't let me
    just be myself
    and so I am completely alone...
    The maelstrom of my memory
    is a vampire and it feeds on me
    now, staggering madly, over the brink I fall.
    Last Stand
    Lighthouses might house the key
    but can I reach the door?
    I want to walk on the sea
    so that I may better find a shore...
    but how can I ever keep my feet dry?
    I scan the horizon
    I must keep my eyes on all parts of me.
    Looking back on the years
    it seems that I have lost my way:
    Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
    now I am the stranger I stay in.
    All of the grief I have seen
    leaves me chasing solitary peace;
    But I hold experience in my head...
    I'm too close to the light
    I don't think I see right, for I blind me...
    The Clot Thickens
    Where is the God that guides my hand?
    How can the hands of others reach me?
    When will I find what I grope for?
    Who is going to teach me?
    I am me / me are we / we can't see
    any way out of here.
    Crashing sea - a trophied history:
    Chance has lost my Guinevere...
    I don't want to be one wave in the water
    But sea will drag me deep
    One more haggard drowned man...
    I can see the lemmings coming,
    but I know I'm just a man;
    Do I join or do I founder?
    Which can is the best I may?

    "Feed the Enemy"
    Magazine

    It's always raining over the border
    There's been a plane crash out there
    In the wheatfields they're picking up the pieces
    We could go and look and stare
    How many friends have we over there?
    The border guards fight unconvincingly
    Whatever we do it seems things are arranged
    We always have to feed the enemy
    You could dance for me
    And punch me through
    You could dance for me
    And punch me through
    You could dance for me
    And punch me through
    You could dance for me
    And punch me through
    We watched them trash the last camera
    Glued to all our TV's
    The actors on the replay
    Trying again to touch you and me
    But they always seem to know
    Exactly what they're talking about
    They must've got you in a corner
    You've got no room to move
    You've got no room for doubt
    That's exactly what they're talking about
    They must've got you in a corner
    No room to move
    No room for doubt
     
  4. gatus

    gatus Ultrasonic

    Joined:
    Mar 4, 2014
    Messages:
    35
    Likes Received:
    25
     
    • Like Like x 4
    • Love it! Love it! x 1
    • List
  5. superliquidsunshine

    superliquidsunshine Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Oct 11, 2011
    Messages:
    4,657
    Likes Received:
    3,956
    Location:
    Everywhere at once but no place in particular
    Written with his definitive end in mind, Bowie scraped up the last remaining contents of his rather stocked and overflowing creative barrel, the sendoff to his full life, something crowning and capping it off as a way to perhaps come to terms with his end and to perhaps explain himself to himself. The video supported to lyric well.



     
  6. superliquidsunshine

    superliquidsunshine Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Oct 11, 2011
    Messages:
    4,657
    Likes Received:
    3,956
    Location:
    Everywhere at once but no place in particular
    One more.

    Lowden Wainwright III
    Red Guitar

    The video is sweet but don't watch it.


    Please, close your eyes and create your own with your imagination.
    It is a perfect, simple song written and sung by a master wordsmith
    ...and father of another amazing musician, Rufus Wainwright.

     
  7. Billy Boils

    Billy Boils Ultrasonic

    Joined:
    Nov 28, 2017
    Messages:
    17
    Likes Received:
    22
    First and third verse excerpts from the song Breakfast In America by Supertramp:

    Take a look at my girlfriend
    She's the only one I got
    Not much of a girlfriend
    I never seem to get a lot

    Don't you look at my girlfriend
    She's the only one I got
    Not much of a girlfriend
    I never seem to get a lot

    No self loathing, astral travelling lyrics to show the world how noble and deeply loving you really are.
     
  8. tooloud

    tooloud Producer

    Joined:
    Dec 29, 2017
    Messages:
    150
    Likes Received:
    139
    Location:
    8:15 the time that it's always been
    Brian Eno - Miss Shapiro

    Over forty pointed people
    In the perfect pointed steeple
    Looked to see the lucky number
    Yes the wonder of the tundra
    Had come up to fame and fortune
    Singing his tune, my tune, your tune
    Wooing daughters of the gifted
    On the carpets of the courtrooms
    While the tickets were expensive
    The show was quite relentless in the square.


    Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square
    Come come charmer come on over for the day
    Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die
    Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay


    Dalai llama lama puss puss
    Stella maris missa nobis
    Miss a dinner miss shapiro
    Shampoos pot-pot pinkies pampered
    Movement hampered like at christmas
    Ha-ha isn't life a circus
    Round in circles like the archers
    Always stiff or always starchy
    Yes it's happening and it's fattening
    And it's all that we can get into the show
     
    • Like Like x 4
    • Love it! Love it! x 1
    • List
  9. webhead

    webhead Platinum Record

    Joined:
    Oct 5, 2014
    Messages:
    334
    Likes Received:
    259
    Location:
    Web
    Man in The Mirror by Michael Jackson (Songwriters: Glen Ballard / Siedah Garrett)

    I'm gonna make a change,
    For once I'm my life
    It's gonna feel real good,
    Gonna make a difference
    Gonna make it right
    As I, turn up the collar on
    My favorite winter coat
    This wind is blowing my mind
    I see the kids in the streets,
    With not enough to eat
    Who am I to be blind?
    Pretending not to see their needs
    A summer disregard, a broken bottle top
    And a one man soul
    They follow each other on the wind ya' know
    'Cause they got nowhere to go
    That's why I want you to know
    I'm starting with the man in the mirror
    I'm asking him to change his ways
    And no message could have been any clearer
    If you want to make the world a better place
    (If you want to make the world a better place)
    Take a look at yourself, and then make a change
    (Take a look at yourself, and then make a change)
    (Na na na, na na na, na na, na nah)
    I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love
    It's time that I realize
    That there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan
    Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone?
    A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart
    And a washed-out dream
    (Washed-out dream)
    They follow the pattern of the wind ya' see
    'Cause they got no place to be
    That's why I'm starting with me
    (Starting with me!)
    ...
     
    • Like Like x 3
    • Love it! Love it! x 1
    • List
  10. Zenarcist

    Zenarcist Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Jan 1, 2012
    Messages:
    2,340
    Likes Received:
    1,342
    Location:
    Planet Earth
    This is the standout line for me.. "Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone?"
     
    • Like Like x 1
    • Interesting Interesting x 1
    • List
  11. uhub

    uhub Ultrasonic

    Joined:
    Dec 9, 2016
    Messages:
    76
    Likes Received:
    21
    There're many for me, actually i hear several kinds of song, so to mention one is really hard :yes:

    But this one has meaningful lyrics & relatable to most of us here on AS/AZ :winker:



    I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
    I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
    I don't have to be anyone other than the birth of two souls in one
    Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from
    I don't want to be anything
    Other than what I've been trying to be lately
    All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
    I'm tired of looking around rooms wondering what I gotta do
    Or who I'm supposed to be
    I don't want to be anything other than me
    I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
    I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
    I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
    Am I the only one to notice?
    I can't be the only one who's learned
    I don't want to be anything
    Other than what I've been trying to be lately
    All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
    I'm tired of looking around rooms wondering what I gotta do
    Or who I'm supposed to be
    I don't want to be anything other than me
    Can I have everyone's attention please
    If you're not like this and that
    You're gonna have to leave
    I came from the mountain, the crust of creation
    My whole situation made from clay to stone
    And now I'm telling everybody
    I don't want to be anything
    Other than what I've been trying to be lately
    All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
    I'm tired of looking around rooms wondering what I gotta do
    Or who I'm supposed to be
    I don't want to be anything other than me
    I don't want to be
    I don't want to be
    I don't want to be
    I don't want to be.

    :thanks:
     
  12. Fudsey Plange

    Fudsey Plange Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Nov 8, 2011
    Messages:
    693
    Likes Received:
    541
    Location:
    Fuqnose
    See it never was easy to live with a head
    So I kept to the back room and I live there instead
    What comes from the front-room is only for "Friends"
    I have a bay window but that's where it ends

    And it's here I see pictures and my madness is clear
    And there's no longer logic so therefore no fear
    And I'm almost dead with uncontrollable light
    Sometimes when I've written a song - it's alright...

     
    • Like Like x 4
    • Winner Winner x 1
    • List
  13. superliquidsunshine

    superliquidsunshine Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Oct 11, 2011
    Messages:
    4,657
    Likes Received:
    3,956
    Location:
    Everywhere at once but no place in particular
    Yup, anything Robert Hunter actually. I wore out the grooves from his album Fingers Crossed when he released it in' 2016. He certainly has a way to get below the surface of a subject and expose it to the light of his particular way of experience...like in his ode to his old pal David Bowie. Fantastic. He really expresses his love.

    Edit: Worth noting is the fact that the chorus lyric is always different each time it comes around. He really rather is quite genious at this game...and under the radar to many in regard to his great talent.

    Something is happening, Mr. Jones
    My brother says you're better than the Beatles or the Stones
    From Saturday night to Sunday morning
    You turned us into heroes
    Can you hear the heroes sing

    Dandy
    You are the prettiest star
    There ain't no life on Mars but we always thought there might be

    Dandy
    You opened up the door
    You left us wanting more
    And then we took the last bus home

    Who let the genie out of the lamp?
    The Little Lord Fauntleroy who let him out of his amp
    From Saturday night to Sunday morning
    Well Trevor's getting bolder
    and Woody loves the hit thing

    Dandy
    This world was black-and-white
    You showed us what it's like
    To live inside a rainbow

    Dandy
    You thrilled us to the core
    You left us wanting more
    And then we took the last bus home

    Lie lie la lie
    Lie lie la lie

    You beat up the liar
    You had it all
    The voice, the look the songs that shook
    The gift of the gab and the gall

    From Saturday night to Sunday morning
    When all we had to look forward to was the weekend
    You made our lives worth living

    Dandy
    You're still the prettiest star
    There ain't no life on Mars but we always thought there might be

    Dandy
    You took us to the fair
    With Cabaret Voltaire
    And then we took the last train home

    Dandy
    You know we waited long enough
    They should put a statue up in Piccadilly Circus

    Dandy
    You blew us all away
    Outta the drab and the gray
    And then we caught the last bus home

    Dandy
    The keeper of the flame
    We won't see your like again
    Oh, Dandy was a one-off

    Dandy
    Hey, look at what you've become
    I guess I owe you one
    So thanks for the memories

    [/QUOTE]
     
    Last edited: Oct 8, 2018
  14. flush with your foot

    flush with your foot Kapellmeister

    Joined:
    Apr 12, 2017
    Messages:
    98
    Likes Received:
    58

    :like:
     
  15. Seedz

    Seedz Rock Star

    Joined:
    Feb 5, 2016
    Messages:
    429
    Likes Received:
    331
    Location:
    Sitting on a Cornflake
    One of so many

    [Spoken Verse 1]
    He would see faces in movies, on TV, in magazines, and in books
    He thought that some of these faces might be right for him

    And through the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind
    Or somewhere in the back of his mind
    That he might, by force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal

    The change would be very subtle
    It might take ten years or so
    Gradually his face would change its shape
    A more hooked nose
    Wider, thinner lips
    Beady eyes
    A larger forehead


    [Spoken Verse 2]
    He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people
    They had also molded their faces according to some ideal
    Maybe they imagined that their new face would better suit their personality
    Or maybe they imagined that their personality would be forced to change to fit the new appearance
    This is why first impressions are often correct
    Although some people might have made mistakes
    They may have arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them
    They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish whim, or momentary impulse
    Some may have gotten halfway there
    And then changed their minds


    [Outro]
    He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake

     
    • Like Like x 4
    • Love it! Love it! x 1
    • List
  16. famouslut

    famouslut Rock Star

    Joined:
    Dec 31, 2015
    Messages:
    743
    Likes Received:
    449
    (I was always partial to Kooks, personally, @superliquidsunshine - gets me in the feels every single time!)

    Anyway, for prolixical, slightly annoying and wholly unapologetic lyrics :)



    Lyrics:
    Uh, I don’t understand how a writer would ever get writer’s block, so-called. My problem is having too much and being unable to get it down

    (Part 1)

    Yo, why is the Ripper so ill?
    That would be an unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal
    He said, "One of these days, all eyes would be on me
    When they look up in the sky and see the neon C"
    Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased
    In glass with an ion beam for longevity
    For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories
    The first time-machine inventor will mention me
    Canibus was a visionary indeed
    He believed light could travel in multiples of C
    The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of
    Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers

    Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen Jay Gould was cooler
    And he never liked to propagate rumors
    Smoked Canary Island cigars
    Liked American luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads
    He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize
    'Bout rhymes while he was pruning his bonsai
    He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time
    But he would never take it out his archives
    He wrote two songs per day
    And was constantly experimenting with his wordplay
    In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky Survey
    He got an F but he deserved an A

    I followed his career from the first day
    It seemed a lack of support contributed to his inert ways
    I seen him put in twenty-four hour workdays
    With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
    Public humiliation was the worst pain
    He was spinning out of control like a Class 5 hurricane
    He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same
    Especially when there's nothing to gain
    He was the illest alive but nobody would face it
    He spit till his tongue was too torched to taste it

    Privately-funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations
    To extract the information
    They found it utterly amazing
    They claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting
    Never mattered to him that art galleries hated him
    'Coz Thomas Kinkade called and said he would take ten
    Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language
    With sound but without shape or signature
    Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS
    In a fire-proof pod, we thought it was odd
    Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock
    He apparently kept more wax than Madame Tussaud's
    We were in total awe 'cause it blew our minds
    So many rhymes that were intricately designed
    He was Poet Laureate of his time
    And if you don't mind, I'd like to share some of his rhymes:

    (Part 2)
    Alone in my room looking through the 32X telescope zoom
    Adjusting the focus of the moon
    One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume
    Is nothing more then a subjective conclusion
    What is the maximum field rate application?
    The runaway glaciation surrounding the ocean basin
    Affects the population fluctuation
    On a continuous basis; but that's just the basics
    The juxtaposition of Canibus' position
    The precision of something no other has written
    Way above and beyond what was intended
    The unparalleled malleable enunciation of a sentence

    You didn't go to college obviously
    I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology
    A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes in modern speeds
    When the brain orders the body not to breathe
    Your competency is not up to speed, you're not in my league
    You couldn't possibly be hotter then me
    Or oppositely at minus twenty-five degrees
    You'd squeeze, but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze

    Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please
    My intellectual property's about the size of Greece
    Your counsellor advised you not to speak
    My counsellor advised me to keep rhyming until they stopped the beat
    In the words of Joseph Heller: "I learned how to write better"
    Even though it sort of irked me
    He said he didn't understand the process of the imagination
    But he felt he was at its mercy
    Which explains my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
    The reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me

    Couldn't understand what I mean by ill
    Unless you try to translate what I print to film
    This is the line of reel, the circle of time
    The cycle of eternity, the emergence of one mind
    Academic phonetics render critics tongue-tied
    The personified dry humor of cum laude alumni
    A wise man sees failure as progress
    A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
    And loses his soul in the process
    Obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
    My style is masterful, multilateral
    I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
    Words of scorn are a disastrous tool
    From an existentialist's view I'm a better rapper than you

    Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in two
    My attitude is fucked up but admirable
    Different methods interpreted into different forms
    From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms
    Not just spitting a poem, there’s much more involved
    There's much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
    Forty-eight orders of mechanical laws
    And rays of creational cause enhance the cadence of my bars
    Maybe I am self-absorbed
    But that's the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R
    Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was
    Permitting you heard of Beelzebub
    A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
    With the DJ doing the needle rub
    Chances are you'll never see me son
    Yeah I know my name's Canibus but I can't help you if you need a dub

    I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump
    Where you get conceited from?
    I'm so nice on the mic they wanna beat me up
    It's deep as fuck, I ain't seen it all but I've seen enough
    Really unbelievable stuff
    There's a lot of times when I want to speak but I'm stuck
    I should leave this rap shit alone
    And kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home
    My imagination is my own
    The liberty to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
    With a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the Enneagram
    And become "Can-I Millenium Man"

    Engrave my back with the emperor's stamp
    Been spitting scientific rap since the 17th century began
    Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam
    And the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang
    Every warrior has an axe to bury
    But he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
    I said to myself, "Germaine, this is insane
    It's suicide, it's controlled flight into terrain"
    I fought to regain control of the plane, but went up in a ball of flames
    And got banned from the Hip-Hop hall of fame
    For two bars I kept hearing in my head
    Over and over again, it cost me everything

    (Part 3)

    I'm convinced now that more than the truth is at stake
    Where people create language the intent is to communicate
    Euphemisms are misunderstood as mistakes
    But its a byproduct of the ghetto music we make
    From an extroverted point of view I think its too late
    Hip Hop has never been the same since '88
    Since it became a lucrative profession
    There's a misconception that a movement in any direction is progression
    Even though the potency of it lessens
    Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question
    And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store
    Ever since the confluence of Moore's Law
    But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr and his son Aage
    Edward Lorenz and Leo Szilard

    Lyrically I took rap music and turned the knob
    To the right full throttle and added a notch
    Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth?
    That's like me telling myself, "Don't tell me what to do"
    Dialyses and analyses of battle MCs
    Sometimes I say things I myself can't believe
    My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical
    I can understand how it makes you miserable
    You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me
    Or why I keep my studio enshrouded in secrecy
    You wonder what's my infatuation with Alicia Keys
    "Canibus why don't you speak to me?"
    Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me
    That's why I said it so vehemently
    You need to replace the hate with respect
    I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate
     
  17. Zenarcist

    Zenarcist Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Jan 1, 2012
    Messages:
    2,340
    Likes Received:
    1,342
    Location:
    Planet Earth
    Thanks for the input guys. I've been asked to help with some lyrics and my brain was frozen. At least it's starting to loosen up a bit now :)
     
  18. Zenarcist

    Zenarcist Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Jan 1, 2012
    Messages:
    2,340
    Likes Received:
    1,342
    Location:
    Planet Earth
    It wouldn't be complete without some gritty Americana ..



    Atlantic City - BruceSpringsteen

    Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
    Now they blew up his house too
    Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
    Gonna see what them racket boys can do

    Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
    And the D.A. can't get no relief
    Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
    And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

    Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
    Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Put your makeup on, put your hair up pretty
    And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

    Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
    But I got debts that no honest man can pay
    So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
    And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

    Now baby everything dies honey that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Put your makeup on, put your hair up pretty
    And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

    Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
    But with you forever I'll stay
    We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
    And put on your stockin's baby 'cause the night's getting' cold
    Maybe everything dies baby that's a fact
    But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

    Now I've been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
    Down here it's just winners and losers
    And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
    Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
    So honey last night I met this guy
    And I'm gonna do a little favor for him
    Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
    Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
    Put your hair up nice and pretty
    And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

    Songwriters: Bruce Springsteen
    Atlantic City lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
     
    Last edited: Oct 8, 2018
  19. Recoil

    Recoil Audiosexual

    Joined:
    Nov 9, 2017
    Messages:
    470
    Likes Received:
    502



    "Land Of Confusion"

    I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
    Been haunted by a million screams
    But I can hear the marching feet
    They're moving into the street.

    Now did you read the news today
    They say the danger's gone away
    But I can see the fire's still alight
    There burning into the night.

    There's too many men
    Too many people
    Making too many problems
    And not much love to go round
    Can't you see
    This is a land of confusion.

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we're given
    Use them and let's start trying
    To make it a place worth living in.

    Ooh Superman where are you now
    When everything's gone wrong somehow
    The men of steel, the men of power
    Are losing control by the hour.

    This is the time
    This is the place
    So we look for the future
    But there's not much love to go round
    Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we're given
    Use them and let's start trying
    To make it a place worth living in.

    I remember long ago -
    Ooh when the sun was shining
    Yes and the stars were bright
    All through the night
    And the sound of your laughter
    As I held you tight
    So long ago -

    I won't be coming home tonight
    My generation will put it right
    We're not just making promises
    That we know, we'll never keep.

    Too many men
    There's too many people
    Making too many problems
    And not much love to go round
    Can't you see
    This is a land of confusion.

    Now this is the world we live in
    And these are the hands we're given
    Use them and let's start trying
    To make it a place worth fighting for.

    This is the world we live in
    And these are the names we're given
    Stand up and let's start showing
    Just where our lives are going to.
     
  20. meow

    meow Guest

    Massive Attack - What your soul sings (Sinead o'Connor)



    Don't be afraid
    Open your mouth to say
    Say what your soul sings to you
    Your mind can never change
    Unless you ask it to
    Lovingly re-arrange
    The thoughts that make you blue
    The things that bring you down
    Only do harm to you
    So make your choice joy
    For joy belongs to you
    And when you do
    You'll find the one you love is you
    You'll find you love you
    Don't be ashamed, no
    To open your heart and pray
    Say what your soul sings
    To you
    So no longer pretend
    That you can't feel it near
    That tickle on your hand
    That tingle in your ear
    Oh ask it anything
    Because it loves you dear
    It's your most precious king
    If only you could hear
    And when you do
    You'll find the one you need is you
    You'll find you love you
     
  21. ICWC

    ICWC Ultrasonic

    Joined:
    Sep 24, 2018
    Messages:
    76
    Likes Received:
    31
    Those times went by when people had time to ponder on the lyrics and music.:dunno:

    Now this musicless and lyricless I-don't-know-what-it-is is the test of time:
    https://clyp.it/g0lft0ar
     
Loading...
Similar Threads - Favorite Song Lyrics Forum Date
Covering one of my all time favorite songs: Zombie (and tech test: Malefica) Our Music Dec 26, 2016
Your Favorite Movie Songs/Soundtracks Music Jun 20, 2014
All time favorite production tutorial(s)? Working with Sound Aug 15, 2018
Our Favorite Tools in Music Production Software Jun 6, 2018
Your favorite album cover goes here... Lounge May 29, 2018
Loading...