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_dynamicdems Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jan-31-07 07:25 PM
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Old song lyrics - who does this remind you of? (NOT JK)
This used to be on one of my favorite albums from way back and I recently came across it again. The lyrics hit me like a ton of bricks. They seem to be describing someone running in 2008 to a tee. Actually, it could describe a couple of them, it seems to fit one individual in particular.




Pride Parade
by Don McLean
album:

It started out quite simply, as complex things can do;
A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through,

But least of all the one inside, behind the iron glass;
A prisonor of all your dreams that never come to pass.

Alone you stand corrupted by the vision that you sought,
And blinded by your hunger all your appetites are bought,

But in spite of what becomes of you, your image will remain;
A reminder of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain.


CHORUS:
And your friends are together,
Where the people are all gathered,
All along the road you travelled all your days.

And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe,
And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve,


And all at once you're lost within the emptieness of you,
And there's no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do.

You're left with nothing but your self-potential in the dark,
Like tinder resting on a rock, protected from the spark,

But your fire just consumes you, you alone can feel the pain,
And you stand in all your glory and you know you can't complain.

CHORUS

But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell,
For you'll never face my heaven and I'll not endure your hell.

You have lost your chance to mingle with your constant quiet lies;
Deceptions hidden with your lips, but spoken with your eyes.

For I know you for what you are not for that's really all you are.
And your talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far.

And we both know that this masquerade can't carry on too long.
You're deep inside the Pride Parade, but where do you belong?

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TayTay Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jan-31-07 07:52 PM
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1. I don't know, but I told people this last week
I suddenly started to think of this song last week. Evil and bad men, damn. Geez, this pertains to someone, I just know it does.

The MAsochism Tango
By Tom Lehrer

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say its me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

At your command
Before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand. ecch!
Its here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
Thats why Im in such exquisite agony.

My soul is on fire,
Its aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire
When we tango.

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Evry time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the masochism tango.

Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say well never part.
I know too well
Im underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, its my heart.
Excuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that youre mine,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
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_dynamicdems Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jan-31-07 08:13 PM
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2. Holy smoke! These are some pretty dark lyrics here.
Makes me think of the special love between McCain and Bush...or has Lieberman booted McCain out of bed yet?
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MarjorieG Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jan-31-07 10:01 PM
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3. Gosh, are we that old? Original Lehrer bootlegged in high school.
McLean has always been SO good. Has he really disappeared, or I just haven't noticed?

Any once admirable person selling out, but probably McCain. Once the reputation is gone, hard to reclaim. In that regard, Kerry will always be seen as honorable, decent, and a couple days ago, a prophet. Very nice trend.
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_dynamicdems Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jan-31-07 11:09 PM
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4. We are not old, just seasoned.
Edited on Wed Jan-31-07 11:13 PM by _dynamicdems
Don McLean is still around. There is still an active fan site for him. I've always loved his lyrics.
http://www.don-mclean.com/

And yes, McCain is who I was thinking of. He was well-liked and honorable and look what he's become.

Edit:

Here's another McLean song with powerful and sad lyrics

The Grave

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He’s gone.

When the wars of our nation did beckon,
A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
He’s gone,
But eternity knows him, and it knows what we’ve done.

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
In morgue of marines, alone standing there.

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
They can’t let me die! the can’t let me die here!
I’ll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
I’ll cover myself! I know I’m not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave.

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He’s gone.


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