Post some lyrics that have meaning to you!

[WindRavenX]

I'm in a mood to read some interesting song lyrics and what they mean to people.
I'll start by posting the lyrics of "When I look at the World" by U2:
When you look at the world
What is it that you see
People find all kinds of things
That bring them to their knees

I see an expression
So clear and so true
That changes the atmosphere
When you walk to the room

So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it’s no use
I can’t see what you see
When I look at the world

When the night is someone else’s
And you’re trying to get some sleep
When your thoughts are too expensive
To ever want to keep

When there’s all kinds of chaos
And everyone is walking lame
You don’t even blink now do you
Don’t even look away

So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it’s no use
I can’t see what you see
When I look at the world

I can’t wait any longer
I can’t wait ’til I’m stronger
Can’t wait any longer
To see what you see
When I look at the world

I’m in the waiting room
I can’t see for the smoke
I think of you and your holy book
When the rest of us choke

Tell me tell me
What do you see
Tell me tell me
What’s wrong with me

I just discovered this song today, and it's bloody brilliant- it is exactly how I feel nowadays with the world in chaos. The world makes no sense to me anymore, but this song almost gives me hope, in a weird way...
Let's hear some!

[La_Serpiente]

1. Kawohikukapulani

He lei `â`î `oe na ke kûpuna
A he milimili `oe na ka mâkua
Pûlama `ia `oe me ke aloha
Hi`ipoi `ia `oe ma ku`u poli


He lei aloha `oe ua kaulana
I paukû `ia me ka `âhihi
Ho`ohihi nô wau na`u `oe
`O ko`u kuleana pa`a nô ia


Ha`ina `ia mai ana ka puana
Ku`u lei nani `oe poina `ole
Hea aku mâkou e ô mai `oe
`O Kawohikûkapulani he inoa


English:

You are a lei for the grandparents
And a darling for your parents
Cherished with love
You are cradled on my bosom


You are a beloved lei, renowned
Linked with the ahihi
I too, am involved for you are mine
This is my right, permanently


The story is told
You are my beautiful, unforgettable child
We call, you answer
Kawohikukapulani, your name

[Snappy]

2. It's Alright, Ma

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

(C) Bob Dylan

[dweller]

3. Ancient Highway

There's a small cafe on the outskirts of town
I'll be there when the sun goes down
Where the roadside bends
And it twists and turns
Every new generation
And I'll be praying to my higher self
Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground

There's a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town
In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway
When the train whistle blows
All the sadness that Hank Williams knows
And the river flows
Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns
In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast
Where Georgie knows best
What it's like to be Daniel in the lion's den
Got so many friends only most of the time

When the grass is high and the rabbit runs
Though it's talkin' to you and I
And every new generation comes to pay
The dues of the organ grinder jam
And the grinder's switch of the sacrifice
Everybody made to be rational with understanding
And I'll be praying to my higher self
Oh, don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground

What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt
That won't go away no matter how hard they try
They've got to pay time and time again, time and time again
I'll be praying to my higher self
And I'll be standin' there, where the boats go by
When the sun is sinking way over the hill
On a Friday evening when the sun goes down
On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away
I wanna slip away, got to get away
And I'll be praying to my higher self
Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground, don't let me down

You'll be cryin' again, you'll be cryin' again, you'll be cryin' again
By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes
Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down
Over the hill, with a sense of wonder
Everything gonna be right on a Friday evening
All the cars go by all along down
The ancient highway
And I'll be praying, I'll be praying to my higher self
Don't let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground

Travelling like a stranger in the night, all along the ancient highway
Got you in my sights, got you on my mind
I'll be praying in the evening when the sun goes down
Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight
As the beams on the cars from the overpass
On the ancient highway shine like diamonds in the night
Like diamonds in the night
I'll be praying to my higher self, to my higher self
Don't let me down, don't let me down

And you'll be standing there, while the boats go by
While the boats go by on a Friday evening
Shining your light, shining your light on a Friday evening
Got to slip away, got to slip away down that ancient highway
In a town called Paradise, in a town, in a town
All along, all along that road, all along that road,
All along that road with the trancelike vision

I'll be praying to my higher self, don't let me down, don't let me down
Keep my feet on the ground, keep my feet on the ground,
Keep my feet on the ground
Friday evening got to slip away
Watching the view from a car from the overpass
And we're driving down that ancient road
Shining like diamonds in the night, oh diamonds in the night
All along the ancient highway
Got you in my sight, got you in my mind
Got you in my arms and I'm praying, and I'm gonna pray
I'm gonna pray, to my higher self, ah don't let me down
Don't let me down, give me the fire, ah give me the fire

Van Morrison
http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/index.html

peace,
dp

[peacefreak]

4. Do It

If the wheel is fixed
I would still take a chance
If we're treading on thin ice
Then we might as well dance
So I play the fool
But I can't sit still
Help me get this rock
To the top of this hill

Do it
'Til we're sick of it
Do it 'till you can't do it no more

Friends will pity you
I guess that's what they're for
But they just take you like they find you
When they find you on the floor

But you do it
Til you sick of it
Do it til you can't do it no more

©1972 Jesse Winchester

This is where I found my sig line. Just a sweet, little song about perseverance. Gotta hang in, not give up & do it.

[Red_Storm]

5. One Line

Do you remember the first kiss ?
Stars shooting across the sky
To come to such a place as this
You never left my mind

I'm watching from the wall
As in the streets we fight
This world all gone to war
All I need is you tonight

And I draw a line
To your heart today
To your heart from mine
A line to keep us safe

All through the rising sun
All through the circling years
You were the only one
Who could have brought me here

And I draw a line
To your heart today
To your heart from mine
A line to keep us safe


PJ Harvey

[hamerfan]

6. The Last Resort

"Give me a C, a bouncy C...."

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air.
She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea.

She heard about a place people were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way, how they loved the land.
And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide.

Down in the crowded bars out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all what it's like up there.
And they called it paradise, I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high.

Then the chilly winds blew down across the desert
Through the canyons of the coast to the Malibu.
Where the pretty people play hungry for power
To light their neon way and give them things to do.

Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought 'em.
And they called it paradise, the place to be
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea.

You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did so many years ago.
They even bought a neon sign "Jesus Is Coming"
Brought the white man's burden down, brought the white man's reign.

Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine
'Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here.
We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny and in the name of God.

And you can see them there on Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about what it's like up there.
They called it paradise I don't know why
You call someplace paradise - kiss it goodbye.

The Eagles

[hamerfan]

7. Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

John Lennon

[45th Med]

8. obscurity knocks

Trash Can Sinatras
MP3 Link:
Obscurity Knocks

always at the foot of the photograph - that's me there
snug as a thug in a mugshot pose, a foul-mouthed rogue
owner of this corner and not much more
still these days i'm better placed to get my just rewards
i'll pound out a tune and very soon
i'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

though i ought to be learning i feel like a veteran
of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
calendars crumble i'm knee deep in numbers
i've turned 21, i've twist, i'm bust and wrong again


rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two
looking at my watch and i'm half-past caring
in the lap of luxury it comes to mind
is this headboard hard? am i a lap behind?
but to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
is the kind of fate i never contemplate
lots of people would cry though none spring to mind


though i ought to be learning i feel like a veteran
of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
calendars crumble i'm knee deep in numbers
i've turned 21, i've twist, i'm bust and wrong again


know what it's like
to sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?
ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there?


they laugh to see such fun
i'm playing blind man's bluff all by myself
and they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme
"ba ba bleary eyes - have you any idea?"

years of learning i must be a veteran
of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
and the calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered
i've turned 21, i've twist, i'm bust and wrong again
ought to be learning
twist, i'm bust and wrong again
feel like a veteran
twist, i'm bust and wrong again
calendar's cluttered
with days that are numbered
and i know what it's like
to sigh at the sight
of the first quarter of life

[45th Med]

9. thrupenny tears

MP3 Link: Right Click Save As
Thrupenny Tears

that reminds me of the time i felt
it's time for sin and catholic guilt
two years later to the day
i had reason to confess
with her hair a shining shade
of bus-conductress blonde
tales of music and movement
were told in grip and groan
but to put these thoughts
in songs like theirs
of the honest truth
there'd be no trace
just lying out loud


meanwhile i'm back here in wonderland
a sorry sight with flowers in hand
pours his heart out till his thirst
for college girls is satisfied
standing there with ego
proudly on tip-toe
all the time i'm thinking
well, well, here we go


another perfect song of greed
brings the house down to its knees
by dying out loud


one more awful dancer
steptoe's son a song and dance of love
when i think of soap operas
and what makes them so popular
the answer's posing in front of my eyes


here comes our hero in hand-me-downs
and he's strutting to the strain of
'send in the clowns'
and troops his true colours
when no-one's around
and his desk-top tales
are the best around but
putting pain to paper reads
like a lunge at fame and greed
just crying out loud

[arwalden]

10. I Don't Care What You Say Anymore This Is MY LIFE...

Go ahead with your own life.
LEAVE ME ALONE! :-)

[WhoCountsTheVotes]

11. There Is Power In A Union

http://www.billybragg.co.uk/

There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hand of the worker
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand
There is power in a Union

Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers blood
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for
From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud
War has always been the bosses way, sir

The Union forever,defending our rights
Down with the blackleg,all workers unite
With our brothers and our sisters from many far-off lands
There is power in a Union

Now I long for the morning that they realise
Brutality and unjust laws cannot defeat us
But who'll defend the workers who cannot organise
When the bosses send their lackeys out to cheat us?

Money speaks for money,the Devil for his own
Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone?
What a comfort for the widow,a light to the child
There is power in a Union

The Union forever,defending our rights
Down with the blackleg,all workers unite
With our brothers and our sisters together we will stand
There is power in a Union

[GregW]

12. Wake Up

Wake Up - Rage Against the Machine

Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!

Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end

Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot (5 times)
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Background: 'Black nationalism'
'He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers...'
'And neutralise them'

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Spoken: "How long? Not long, 'cause
what you reap is what you sow."

[nyrnyr1994]

13. Life on Mars?

From an earlier thread:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=630072&mesg_id=630072

Life On Mars - David Bowie

It’s a god-awful small affair,
to the girl with the mousy hair,
but her mommy is yelling "no",
and her daddy has told her to go,
but her friend is nowhere to be seen,

as she walks through her sunken dream,
to the seat with the clearest view,
and she’s hooked to the silver screen,

but the film is a saddening bore,
’cause she’s lived it ten times or more,
she could spit in the eyes of fools,
as they ask her to focus on,

sailors fighting in a dance hall,
oh man!look at those cavemen go,
it’s the freakiest show,

take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy,
oh man!wonder if he’ll ever know,
he’s in the best selling show,
is there life on mars?

it’s on america’s tortured brow,
mickey mouse has grown up a cow,
now the workers have struck for fame,
’cause lennons on sale again,

see the mice in thier million hordes,
but to the ibeza to the norfolk broads,
rule britannia is out of bounds,
to my mother,my dog,and clouds,

but the film is a saddening bore,
’cause I wrote it ten times before,
it’s about to be writ again,
as I ask you to focus on,

sailors fighting in the dance hall,
oh man!look at those cavemen go,
it’s the freakiest show,

take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy,
oh man!wonder if he’ll ever know,
he’s in the best selling show,
is there life on mars?

http://www.daily-lyrics-center.com/Life_on_Mars_Lyrics.html

(note: arrangement of lyrics edited for readability)

[sendero]

14. Don't Look Down - Iggy Pop

Don’t look down
They’re making sort of crazy sounds

So, why be bored?
Who scared you?
And why stay there?
It’s no piece of cake
When I hear that crazy sound
I don’t look down.
From Central Park to Shanty Town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to Shanty Town
There’s always something else

Went this morning to the cemetery
To see old Rudy Valentino buried
Lipstick traces on his name remain
He never looked down
'Cause they were making crazy sounds
From Central Park to Shanty Town
He always heard that crazy sound
There’s always something else
So why be bored
Listening to crazy sounds

When I see you standing there
I can't see the clothes you wear
I just hear that crazy sound
And I can't look down
From Central Park Shanty Town
I’ve always heard that crazy sound
From New York to Shanty Town
There’s always something else
 
Who scared you?
And why stay here?
This is no piece of cake
When I hear that crazy sound
I don't look down
From Central Park to Shanty Town
Oh, I'll always hear that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
I'm lookin' good
I don’t look down
I’m lookin' good

Not really a song that is easy to understand without hearing it :)

[MrBenchley]

15. For Everyman

by Jackson Browne

Everybody I talk to is ready to leave
With the light of the morning
They've seen the end coming down long enough to believe
That they've heard their last warning
Standing alone
Each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends
I sit thinking 'bout Everyman

Seems like I've always been looking for some other place
To get it together
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
And maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams
and well thought-out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for Everyman

Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Waiting here for Everyman--
Don't ask me if he'll show -- baby I don't know

Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on you'll have to take a stand
Then you're going to need a hand

Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances
He'll come along
And hold out that strong and gentle father's hand...
Long ago I heard someone say something 'bout Everyman

Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand

I'm not trying to tell you that I've seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am--
But don't think too badly of one who's left holding sand
He's just another dreamer, dreaming 'bout Everyman

I also like this one by Al Cleveland and Marvin Gaye:

Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today

Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today

Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
Ya, what's going on
Ah, what's going on

[Breezy du Nord]

16. Ok

[dolo amber]

17. Jello Biafra and DOA

It's a bit dated now, but still strangely familiar. :eyes:

Full Metal Jackoff (1990)


Around our nation's capital
There's a freeway 8 lanes wide
White concrete ringed around the city
For those who want inside
Get on get off
Ignore everything to the sides
In your midst I drive
While homeboys in the back of the van make drugs

Wanna hide something like a crack lab
Just put it in plain sight
Only stop to refuel and unload
More poison to tear more lives apart
Gang wars like never before
Better lock your doors, buy some guns
And pray for martial law

On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In the black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
Bloody headlines in the news each day
Drug "crisis" everywhere
So much comes in so easy
It's as though someone wants it there

It would be a little obvious
To fence off all the slums
Hand out machine guns
to the poor in the projects
And watch 'em kill each other off
A more subtle genocide is when
The only hope for the young
Is to join the Army and slowly die
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
The last roads left to the American Dream

Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Only on road leads to this neighborhood
Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up

The folks might get just a little upset
If they knew where that dope comes from
Froom Columbia to the Contras
To our Air Force bases, where we trade it for guns
The moral equivilent of a serial killer
And his CIA friends
Call the shots from the White House
But now that we own the media too
Those stories just aren't run

On the Washington D.C. Beltway, 'round and 'round I go
In a black van with no windows, and a chimney puffing smoke
Some gang that ran smack in Viet Nam
Ain't got no reason to fear
Just get a Vice President so dumb
The crook at the top never gets impeached

That sure was easy wasn't it?
That sure was easy wasn't it?
More crack-more panic-moe cops-more jails

You see emergency-total war
You see emergency-total war
You see a black face-you see a crackhead
You see a black face-you see a crackhead
You see a black face-you see Willie Horton with a knife
You see Willie Horton with a knife


You see one Willie Horton you've seen them all
They're everywhere, I know
You asked for it, you've got it
Drug suspects have no rights at all
Property seized and sold before trial
Labor camps-on American soil?!?
Neo-Nazi bootboys
That the cops never seem to arrest
Prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats
Why now? Why do they get so much press...?

Mein Kampf-the mini series
Ollie North-"patriotic" hero
The leader for tomorrow is yours today
Finally gotcha psyched for a police state

On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In a black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
My van's a mobile oven now
That burns the bodies you never see
Just like in Chile or Guatemala
People just seem to disappear

Just like Rome
We fell asleep when we got spoiled
Ignore human rights in the rest of the world
Ya might just lose your own

As the noose of narco-militarism
Tightens 'round your necks

We worry about burning flags
And pee in jars at work
To keep our jobs

But if someone came for you one night
And dragged you away
do you really think your neighbors
Would even care

OLLIE FOR PRESIDENT, HE'LL GET THINGS DONE...OLLIE FOR PRESIDENT, HE'LL GET THINGS DONE...

[MrBenchley]

18. Life in the Food Chain

by Tonio k

Well, your mother was there to protect you
Your papa was there to provide
So how in the world did the excellent baby
Wind up in this hotel, so broken inside
You lie on your bed in the midnight darkness
Listening to every sound
Watching the shadows for anything moving
And hoping they don’t come around

‘Cause it’s dog eat dog
and it’s cat and mouse
It’s watch your step and cross yourself
And get back in the house
And it’s do or die
It’s push and shove
Because everybody’s hungry
And there isn’t quite enough

That’s right we’re talking about the good life
In the food chain
Love among the ruins
I guess that you’ve finally got to accept
That there’s nothing you can do about it
It’s kind’a like carving a turkey
Kind of like mowing the lawn
Everything gets to this certain dimension
Winds up on the customer's plate and then gone

‘Cause it’s dog eat dog
And it’s cat and mouse
‘Cause it’s cut the cake grab a plate
And hope it goes around
And it’s do or die
It’s time to push and shove
Because everybody’s hungry
And there isn’t quite enough

‘Cause it’s dog eat dog
And it’s cat and mouse
Ya know it’s close your eyes and roll the dice
And shut your filthy mouth
It's do or die
It’s time to push and shove
Because everybody’s hungry
And there isn’t quite enough

That’s right we’re talking about the good life
In the food chain
Love among the ruins
I guess that you’ve finally got to accept
That there’s nothing you can do about it
It’s kind of like carving a turkey
Kind of like mowing the lawn
Everything gets to this certain dimension
Winds up on the customer's plate, and it's gone...

Tonio k also wrote: The Funky Western Civilization:

"They put Jesus on a cross
They put a hole in JFK
They put Hitler in the driver's seat
And looked the other way
There's a baby every minute
Bein' born without a chance
Now don't that make you want to
Jump right up and dance?
Let's do the funky
The funky Western civilization
It's very spunky
It's just like summertime vacation..."

[peekaloo]

24. Cool! I remember Tonio k

to this day every time I hear a "classic rock" station play THAT Eagles song I still crack up laughing!

[Skittles]

19. "made the bus in seconds flat; found my way upstairs and had a smoke

and somebody spoke and I went into a dream."

Always reminds me of my beloved English grandfather. He smoked so when we "went into town" we had to go upstairs on double-deckers. He would sit in the back and I of course would be right up front. :)

[Dulcinea]

20. I've loved this one for years.

...Fly to carry each his burden
We are young despite the years
We are concerned, we are hope despite the times
All of a sudden, these days
Happy throngs, take this joy, wherever, wherever you go...


--REM, "These Days"

[Norbert]

21. Am I Wrong

It's too much
That I Keep
To myself
And I turn my back on my faith
It's like glass
When we break
I wish no one in my place

and I've seen
you don't need their seeds
when their dirt goes in deep
and I'm lost in sleep

I can't stay
in this place
I can't stand
when the room turns round
on my fate
you give no guarantees
there's no promise
I can keep

I can't stand
I can't see my way
I feel blind
on my feet
I can't stay too long
am i wrong?

goodbye, lay the blame on luck
goodbye, lay the blame on luck
goodbye, lay the blame on luck
goodbye, lay the blame on luck
goodbye, lay the blame on luck
goodbye, lay the blame on luck

I'm so tired
of my mood
and sleep comes
with a knife, fork and a spoon
you're so pale
in your face
you let life
get in your way

and I've seen
you don't need their seeds
when their dirt goes in deep
and I'm lost in sleep
am I wrong?

goodbye, lay the blame on luck
goodbye, lay the blame on luck
goodbye, lay the blame on luck
goodbye, lay the blame on luck


Love Spit Love - This is the group Richard Butler started after the Psychadelic Furs split up.

[VelmaD]

22. by Tool

Stinkfist

Something has to change.
Undeniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimulation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

On the surface it's pretty obvious what the song's about. :evilgrin:

But it also expresses very well my own personal mission in life the last couple of years. I spent a long time in a place (and a relationship) where I didn't feel much of anything. Two years ago things changed dramatically in my life. The guy I was with for a decade dumped me and I came to the realization that I had to do something different if I didn't want to stay in the same rut for the rest of my life. Ever since then it has been a constant struggle to bust out of that numbness and force myself to feel - and I've taken some pretty extreme measures to do that. I'll keep digging til I feel something.

[northzax]

23. James - Lullaby

Since your mother cast her spell
Every kiss has left a bruise
You've been reading to much reading to much meaning from existence
Now your head is used in soul
And the forcast is for more
Memories fallin
Like fallin rain
Fallin rain

Every view they hold on you is a piano out of tune
You're an angel
You're a demon
You're just human
Now your world has turned to trash
Broken window on the past
Take that child child and teach him senseless damage
Damage the dream
Damage the dream
I feel nothing
I feel nothing at all
I feel nothing at all

In this gloomy haunted place all those feelings are of shame
All those windows have been broken by the children
So the wind screams up the stairs
Slams doors and rattles chairs
I wish we weren't concoived in violence
Damage the dream
Damage the dream
The magic is broken
the house is in ruins
Your memory is one sided
The side that your choosing feels nothing
Feels nothing at all
We feel nothing at all

[northzax]

26. and some Rufus...

Oh What A World

Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times

Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times

Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful

[ElsewheresDaughter]

25. Masters Of War...words and lyrics by Bob Dylan...read'em

MASTERS OF WAR

Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1963 Warner Bros. Inc
Renewed 1991 Special Rider Music



Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

[Bertha Venation]

27. Red Dirt Girl - Emmylou Harris

me and my best friend Lillian
and her blue tick hounddog Gideon
sittin' on the front porch, coolin' in the shade
singin' every song the radio played
waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
two red dirt girls in a red dirt town, me & Lillian
just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian

she loved her brother, I remember back when
he was fixin' up a '49 Indian
told her, "Little Sister, gonna ride the wind
up around the moon and back again"
he never got farther than Viet Nam
I was standin' there with her when the telegram come for Lillian
now he's lyin' somewhere about a million miles from Meridian

she said "there's not much hope for a red dirt girl
somewhere out there is a great big world -- that's where I'm bound
and the stars might fall on Alabama
but one of these days I'm gonna swing my hammer down
away from this red dirt town
I'm gonna make a joyful sound"

she grew up tall and she grew up thin
buried that ol' dog Gideon
by a crape myrtle bush in the back of the yard
her daddy turned mean and her momma leaned hard
got in trouble with a boy from town
figured that she might as well settle down so she dug right in
across a red dirt line just a little southeast from Meridian

she tried hard to love him but it never did take
just another way for the heart to break, so she dug right in
but one thing they don't tell you about the blues when you got 'em
you keep on falling cause there ain't no bottom
there ain't no end
least not for Lillian

nobody knows when she started her skid
she was only 27 and she had five kids
coulda been the whiskey -- coulda been the pills
coulda been the dream she was trying to kill
but there won't be a mention in the news of the world
bout the life and the death of a red dirt girl nameed Lillian
who never got any farther across the line than Meridian

now the stars still fell on Alabama
the night she finally laid that hammer down
without a sound
in the red dirt ground

EMMYLOU HARRIS: Red Dirt Girl
Nonesuch 79616-2 (CD). 2000.