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The Boys of Summer (Don Henley)
« Reply #465 on: November 01, 2007, 01:02:15 PM »
Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.
Empty lake, empty streets, the sun goes down alone.
I'm driving by your house, though I know you're not home.
But I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun,
you got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby.
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.

I never will forget those nights, I wonder if it was a dream.
Remember how you made me crazy? Remember how I made you scream?
Now I don't understand what's happened to our love,
but babe, I'm gonna get you back, I'm gonna show you what I'm made of.
I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun.
I see you walking real slow and you're smiling at everyone.
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.

Out on the road today I saw a ?Deadhead? sticker on a Cadillac.
A little voice inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was, what did I know?
Those days are gone forever, I should just let them go but
I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun,
you got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby.
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.
I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun.
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby.
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.
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mmmm
« Reply #466 on: November 01, 2007, 02:44:26 PM »
Ah, memories. The Boys of Summer makes me so nostalgic for the times my friends and I would be driving in the Red Karma Ghia convertible, blasting this song and singing along along the La Jolla coast line.
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Pink 18 Wheeler
« Reply #467 on: November 04, 2007, 01:07:16 PM »
Can't keep me down
Can't keep me down, down
Can't keep me down
I said you can't keep me down
You know you can't keep me down
I said you can't keep me down

Hey, hey, man! what's your problem?
I see you tryin' to hurt me bad
Don't know what youre up against
Maybe you should reconsider
Come up with another plan
Cuz you know I'm not that kinda girl
That'll lay there and let you come first

You can push me out the window
I'll just get back up
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler truck
And I won't give a fuck
You can hang me like a slave
I'll go underground
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler but
You can't keep me down, down, down, down

Can't keep me down, down
Can't keep me down, down, down
Can't keep me down, down

Hey, hey, girl! are you ready for today?
You got your shield and sword?
Cuz it's time to play the games
You are beautiful
Even though you're not for sure
Don't let him pull you by the scar
Your'e gonna get your feelings hurt

You can push me out the window
I'll just get back up
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler truck
And I won't give a fuck
You can hang me like a slave
I'll go underground
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler but
You can't keep me down, down, down, down

You can push me out the window
I'll just get back up
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler truck
And I won't give a fuck
You can hang me like a slave
I'll go underground
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler but
You can't keep me down, down, down, down

Everywhere that I go
There's someone waitin' to chain me
Everything that I say
There's someone tryin' to short-change me
I am only this way
Because of what you have made me
And I'm not gonna break!

You can push me out the window
I'll just get back up
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler truck
And I won't give a fuck
You can hang me like a slave
I'll go underground
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler but
You can't keep me down, down, down, down


To All the 'non-chick-music-club' members:  forgive this post, please?!
If in any way redeeming, I'm listening to SRV/Voodoo Chile!  He so rocks - even 10 years after!  and ZZTop...
These lyrics 'slapped me in the face', instantly making me think of some Fornits posters, who we'll let remain anon (as if hehehe)   no sexual references apply literally in my associations
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Re: quadrophenia
« Reply #468 on: November 04, 2007, 02:06:12 PM »
Quote from: ""3xsaSeedling""
"I'm One"

Every year is the same
And I feel it again,
I'm a loser - no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Loneliness starts sinking in.


But I'm one.
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me,
And I will be,
You'll all see
I'm the one.

Where do you get
Those blue blue jeans?
Faded patched secret so tight.
Where do you get
That walk oh so lean?
Your shoes and your shirts
All just right.
But I'm one etc.


I got a Gibson
Without a case
But I can't get that even tanned look on my face.
Ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd,
Fingers so clumsy
Voice too loud.


But I'm one.


Great song.  I posted a quote from a recent Pete Townshend interview on a thread that greedhead bastard TheWho was trolling on, Pete was pointing out the need to keep kids safe, it was our obligation.  It was pretty obvious Pete would find the idea of locking someone up for going through the Sturm and drang of adolescence to be anathema.  Can you believe TheWho quoted "I'm One" and tried to rationalize the lyrics into a cry for a program, or something?  I couldn't finish reading his idiocy.  I told him his "Ultimate Yuppie" programs-for-profit loving ass confronting survivors reminded me of "The Punk Meets The Godfather".
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The Lyrics thread
« Reply #469 on: November 04, 2007, 02:18:35 PM »
Zen writes:  
Quote
..."The Punk Meets The Godfather".

That's some funny shit there, Zen!
  
I thought you would enjoy those Townsend lyrics.
When I see thePunk, ignore; if I can't, I logoff.
18 Wheeler lyrics ROCK...
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The Lyrics thread
« Reply #470 on: November 14, 2007, 11:54:14 PM »
THREE DAYS GRACE LYRICS




"Get Out Alive"




No time for goodbye he said

As he faded away

Don't put your life in someone's hands

Their bound to steal it away

Don't hide your mistakes

'Cause they'll find you, burn you

Then he said




If you want to get out alive

Run for your life

If you want to get out alive

Run for your life




This is my last time she said

As she faded away

It's hard to imagine

But one day you'll end up like me

Then she said




If you want to get out alive

Run for your life

If you want to get out alive

Run for your life

If you want to get out alive (If you want to get out alive)

Run for your life (Life)

If you want to get out alive (If you want to get out alive)

Run for your life




If I stay it won't be long

Till I'm burning on the inside

If I go I can only hope

That I make it to the other side

If you want to get out alive

Run for your life

If you want to get out alive

Hold on for




If you want to get out alive (If you want to get out alive)

Run for your life

If you want to get out alive (If you want to get out alive)

Hold on for:




If I stay, it won't be long

Till I'm burning on the inside

If I go I can only hope

That I make it to the other side

If I stay, it won't be long

Till I'm burning on the inside

If I go, if I go




Burning on the inside

Burning on the inside

Burning on the inside









THREE DAYS GRACE LYRICS




"Animal I Have Become"




I can't escape this hell

So many times i've tried

But i'm still caged inside

Somebody get me through this nightmare

I can't control myself




So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

No one will ever change this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal

(This animal, this animal)




I can't escape myself

(I can't escape myself)

So many times i've lied

(So many times i've lied)

But there's still rage inside

Somebody get me through this nightmare

I can't control myself




So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

No one will ever change this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal




Somebody help me through this nightmare

I can't control myself

Somebody wake me from this nightmare

I can't escape this hell




(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)




So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

No one will ever change this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal

(This animal I have become)
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The Lyrics thread
« Reply #471 on: November 15, 2007, 12:00:17 AM »
"Do What They Say"

Walk away when you're angry
Brace yourself, there's nothing to gain
Old enough to know the outcome
More blood, it's always the same

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For god we've suffered for so long

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on

(wait) Bite your lip, don't be cursing
(we must) We musn't take God's name in vain
(in vain) Blunt your knife, pull the curtain
(impulse) Impulses you must refrain

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For god we've suffered for so long

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on

Somebody carry on with this burden
I can't remember anything
I can't be certain

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on
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baabaabaa oops!! I meant 'Ants Marching'
« Reply #472 on: November 21, 2007, 05:30:46 PM »
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and hes rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
And these crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming

Driving along on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged, no time to exchange and when
All the little ants are marching
Red and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by weit loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end cut cut
On the fence, not to offend
Cut cut cut cut

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down you up and die
Lights down you up and die
::alieneyesa::
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Stagger Lee
« Reply #473 on: December 23, 2007, 10:44:08 PM »
Stagger Lee[/size]

An Adaptation of
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds Version

           
For Johnny Cash, Keith Richards, Lou Reed, Nick Cave,                        and the legendary (and sexually confused) Baddest                            of all Badasses - the Great Stagger Lee


It was back in '07 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Agent Z.,
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '79 Pacer, had payments on that
Agent Z.,
His woman threw him out in the ice and snow
And told him, "Never ever come back no more"
Agent Z.,

So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood
Agent Z.,
He said "Mr Motherfucker, you know who I am"
The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"
To Agent Z.,
He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called Agent Z.,"
Mr. Agent Z.,
Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way
And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day"
Mr Agent Z.,
Well those were the last words that the barkeep said
'Cause Zen put four holes in his motherfucking head

Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
Over to Zen Agent, she starts to flirt
With Agent Z.,
She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
Zen said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherfucker's head"
She said, "You ain't look like you scored in quite a time.
Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"
Mr. Agent Z.,

"But there's something I have to say before you begin
You'll have to be gone before my man Mr. Who comes in,
Mr. Agent Z.,"

"I'll stay here till Whootie comes in, till time comes to pass
And furthermore I'll fuck Mr. Who in his motherfucking ass"
Said Agent Z.,

"I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole"
Said Agent Z.,

Just then Whootie rolls in and he says, "You must be
That bad motherfucker called Zen Agent"
Agent Z.,

"Yeah, I'm Zen Agent and you better get down on your knees
And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead"
Said Agent Z.,

Whootie dropped down and slobbered on his head...


And Zen filled him full of lead...


Oh yeah.
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Peter, Bjorn and John "Young Folks"
« Reply #474 on: January 23, 2008, 04:12:48 PM »
If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn’t lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn’t matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear

no one will surprise me unless you do

i can tell there’s something goin’ on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i’m still with you

it doesn’t matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you
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Re: The Lyrics thread
« Reply #475 on: January 23, 2008, 10:33:26 PM »
Awesome stuff down there, doc.

IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGELS
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty oh
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark, cold, hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark, cold, hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

missublueRIP
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Re: The Lyrics thread
« Reply #476 on: February 07, 2008, 12:03:14 AM »
Roger Waters--"The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range"


You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home an the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gained terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
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Re: The Lyrics thread
« Reply #477 on: July 05, 2008, 11:32:24 PM »
I can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well

Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand
He said, "Stick by me and I'll be your guiding hand
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to"

Oh well
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The Dead Boys - "Ain't It Fun"
« Reply #478 on: July 06, 2008, 12:52:20 AM »
Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become
Ain't it fun when you get so high that you, well you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young
It's such fun

Yeah, fun... such fun

Ain't it fun when you're taking care of number one
A-Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain't it fun when you js.j.j. just can't..seem to find your tongue
Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It's such fun

Well, somebody come up to me, they spit right in my face
But I didn't even feel it, it was such a disgrace
I punched my fist right through the glass
But I didn't even feel it, it all happened so fast

It's such fun, such fun, such...

Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
Ain't it fun when she splits and leaves you on the bum
Ain't it fun when you've broken up every band that you've ever begun
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young
It's such fun

It's such fun, such fun, such...
Having a real fun time, such fun, such fun
No Fun
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Re: The Lyrics thread
« Reply #479 on: July 07, 2008, 07:41:38 PM »
To answer a question:


Gloom, despair, and agony on me


Buck Owens & Roy Clark


Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me

We figured she was rich, loaded to the hilt
And we figured she had class like the Vanderbilts
'Cause we had heard for years how she was so well reared
How was we to know they meant the way she was built

Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me



...
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