The Lyrics Thread-Part VI

A Day in the Life
The Beatles
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I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grave
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn’t notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They’d seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
but I just had to look
Having read the book
I’d love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in second splat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I’d love to turn you on

Shine on You Crazy Diamond - Pink Floyd
Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught in the cross fire of childhood and stardom.
Blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter.
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine.

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision.
Rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions.
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine.

Love Song of the Fly- Mirah

I take offer of your open window, oh
and permit myself the nearness of you
even just the scent of what you’ve left behind
drives me in circles of lust
oh your crumbs and your dust

I enter each room and perform for you
might you love me alone for my skill and grace
how we tease and chase
this song for you I hum in your favorite key
please render me adoringly

But sweet ribbons you vex me
when your treachery holds me fast
my adoration only led me straight into your trap
I beheld them a gift for me
never dreamed they would extinguish me
though perfumed, my wings are torn
a fallen warrior

Oh why do you despise me
Only criticize me
your wrath collides with the love that resides
in kaleidoscope eyes
you care not for my speed and bravery
you only think me base and dirty
but I love you still darling
multiplying in my eyes

I wished only to care for you
make beautiful your castaways
you see all life is bound with this grace
I regenerate hope with
every morsel on which I feed
and in return all I ask is compassion and tenderness
that’s all any lover really needs

And now you know
I cherished you so
I’ll perish, though
become your dust

Teach Your Children - CSNY

You, who are on the road
Must have a code
That you can live by.
And so, become yourself
Because the past
Is just a goodbye.

Teach, your children well
Their father’s hell
Did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s
The one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would die
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.

And you (Can you hear and)
Of tender years (Do you care and)
Can’t know the fears (Can you see we)
That your elders grew by (Must be free to)
And so please help (Teach your children)
Them with your youth (You believe and)
They seek the truth (Make a world that)
Before they can die (We can live in)

Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s
The one you’ll know by.

Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.

A Simple Mistake - Anathema

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Think for yourself you know what you need in this life
see for yourself and feel your soul come alive tonight
here in moments we share, trembling between the worlds we stare
out at starlight enshrined, veiled like diamonds in…

…time could be the answer, take a chance, lose it all
it’s a simple mistake to make to create love and to fall
so rise and be your master you don’t need to be a slave
of memory ensnared in a web, in a cage

I’ve found my way to fly free from the constraints of time
I have soared through the sky seen life far below in mind
breathed in truth, love, serene, sailed on OCEANS OF BELIEF
searched and found life inside, we’re not just a moment in time…

…could be the answer, take a chance lose it all
it’s a simple mistake to make to create love and to fall
so rise and be your master you don’t need to be a slave
of memory ensnared in a web, in a cage

Moonlight Drive - The Doors

Let’s swim to the moon, uh huh
Let’s climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin’ that the
City sleeps to hide
Let’s swim out tonight, love
It’s our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive

Let’s swim to the moon, uh huh
Let’s climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds
That lap against our side

Nothin’ left open
And no time to decide
We’ve stepped into a river
On our moonlight drive

Let’s swim to the moon
Let’s climb through the tide
You reach your hand to hold me
But I can’t be your guide

Easy, I love you
As I watch you glide
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive, baby
Moonlight drive

Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride
Down, down by the ocean side
Gonna get real close
Get real tight
Baby gonna drown tonight
Goin’ down, down, down

CLoSeR by Anathema

This would have to be one of my all time favourite songs… it takes me away… enjoy!

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dream world is a very scary place
the dream world is a very scary place
the dream world is a very scary place
to be trapped in

dream world is a very scary place
the dream world is a very scary place
the dream world is a very scary place
to be trapped inside
trapped inside
trapped inside
all your life

shine in time
shine in time
shine in time
´til you find

you’re closer
you’re closer
to the truth

within you
within you
within you
is the truth

that your dream world is a very scary place
your dream world is a very scary place
your dream world is a very scary place
to be trapped in

your dreams is such a lonely lonely place
your dreams is such a lonely lonely place
your dreams is such a lonely lonely place
to be trapped inside
trapped inside
trapped inside
all your life

shine in time
shine in time
shine in time
´til you die

you’re closer
you’re closer
you’re closer
to the truth

within you
within you
within you
is the truth

I go,I go,I go closer x4

closer,closer,closer
to the truth

within you,
within you,
within you,
is the truth…

Collapse the light into Earth - Porcupine Tree

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One of the most beautiful songs to me…

I won’t shiver in the cold
I won’t let the shadows take their toll
I won’t cover my head in the dark
And I won’t forget you when we part

Collapse the Light Into Earth

I won’t heal given time
I won’t try to change your mind
I won’t feel better in the cold light of day
But I wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to stay

Collapse the Light Into Earth

Half Light - Porcupine Tree

And just a song for when I am feeling a little sentimental… or is that semi-mental?
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Such a pale light
Such a long night
Pick up that key
Don’t drop your gaze in your coffee
Is it me?
Do I look beautiful in the half light?

It’s been so long
Years have gone
Since I belonged
Hold me please
Stay with me

And I will sleep

I will go now
But I will be with you
Hold my gaze
Hold me inside you

Dogs - Pink Floyd
Part I - Part II

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes and when you’re on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know, it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

And when you lose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone

Gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone’s expendable, and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything’s done under the sun
But you believe at heart everyone’s a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone

The Light -Mirah

What’s the use of holding out a work-sore hand
to catch some when it turns up empty-
all is dry and all you ever wanted some rain…

If heaven is the future why is it that you refuse to go there now?
With all you have you really should do more than just complain.

Such a rotten taste is left when you don’t think to say that,
It’s just such a sorry waste to take the easy way out of the pain.

When the end shines from the deep
and all the hate and all the hell
that history has released
will tremble before your valor
if you just get down on your knees
and promise to all your children true
that you will live in peace…

Where’s the light to shine on me?
Oh, send me something, send me please.
Cleanse my body, close my eyes,
all naked and prepared to die.

In the starry atmosphere
when all the questions disappear
and pressure with a salty taste
exalts the tears that soak your face.

If - Pink Floyd
Waters

If I were a swan, I’d be gone.
If I were a train, I’d be late.
And if I were a good man,
I’d talk with you
More often than I do.

If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don’t put
Your wires in my brain.

If I were the moon, I’d be cool.
If I were a rule , I would bend.
If I were a good man, I’d understand
The spaces between friends.

If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I’d be home and dry.
And if I go insane,
Will you still let me join in with the game?

If I were a swan, I’d be gone.
If I were a train, I’d be late again.
If I were a good man,
I’d talk with you
More often than I do.

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

[size=75]Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen
have been proved by scientists
whereas the rest of my advice
has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth
until they have faded. But trust me,
in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
how much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future;
or worry, but know that worrying is
as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation
by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you’re ahead,
sometimes you’re behind…
the race is long, and in the end,
it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters,
throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know
what you want to do with your life…
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22
what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees,
you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much
or berate yourself either –
your choices are half chance,
so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…
don’t be afraid of it,
or what other people think of it,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own…
Dance…
even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines,
they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents,
you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings;
they are the best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,
but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths,
prices will rise,
politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do
you’ll fantasize that when you were young
prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble
and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse;
but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair,
or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy,
but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts
and recycling it for more than it’s worth. [/size]
But trust me on the sunscreen…

“Sleeping With Ghosts” - Placebo

youtube.com/watch?v=DSxjest21sI&feature=fvw

The sea’s evaporating
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we’re seeing
They’re explosions in the sky
It seems it’s written
But we can’t read between the line

Hush
It’s okay
Dry your eye
Dry your eye
molebat dry your eye
Dry your eye
molebat dry your eye
Cause molebats never die

This one world vision
Turns us in to compromise
What good’s religion
When it’s each other we despise
Damn the government
Damn their killing
Damn their lies

Hush
It’s okay
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
molebat dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
molebat dry your eyes
Cause molebats never die

molebats never die
Never die
molebats never die
Never die…
molebats never die
molebats never die
molebats never die
molebats never die

:woo: :lol: :love: :hug: :hugs:

“Extreme Ways” by Moby

Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn’t know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I’d owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me

Extreme ways that help me
That help me out late at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it then

I would stand in line for this
There’s always room in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn’t have much to say
I didn’t get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along

I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I’ve seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn’t even believe

I would stand in line for this
It’s always good in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

I’ve had this one stuck in my head for a while.

“Epiphany” from Sweeney Todd :ebil:

There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it’s filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
But not for long…

They all deserve to die.
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race
Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two
There’s the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one’s face
Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.

No, we all deserve to die
Even you Mrs. Lovett, even I.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die.

And I’ll never see Johanna
No I’ll never hug my girl to me - finished!
Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.

I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.
Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!
Sweeney’s. waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen now don’t be shy!

Not one man, no, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can assuage me.
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I’ll practice on less honorable throats.
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I’ll never see my girl again.

But the work waits!
I’m alive at last!
And I’m full of joy!

Without Mythologies-The Weakerthans (One of my favorites)

A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones you said you’d like to be), and the birds that screamed at the sun now buried deep down below the ground, beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us. I know you are behind me but I press my shoulder to this wall, determined not to turn around. I know I’ll see you standing, still that statue that I molded in my mind to kiss, so beautiful you’ll never move again. Someplace far away, at some sad table littered with bad light, with chipped plates, in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor, you said “True meaning would be dying with you”, and though I wanted to, I did not smile. But now I will give up on this wall that we have fought with, never uncover meaning behind our rich words. If I could I would make you a raging river, with angry rapids, supplied with rain, so you could always meander and forever be able to run away without contending with myths wrongly interpreted with pain. A harsh wind.

Plea From a Cat Named Virtue-The Weakerthans (For sake of adorable things)

Why don’t you ever want to play?
I’m tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now
And you don’t eat much of anything
I don’t know who you’re talking to
I made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
In shadows of the afternoon

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing?
They’re not helping anything
They won’t make you strong

So, we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You could ask your sister
If she doesn’t bring her basset hound
Ask the things you shouldn’t miss:
Tape-hiss and the Modern Man
The Cold War and card catalogues
To come and join us if they can

For girly drinks and parlor games
We’ll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
And later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of a century
And talk about the weather, or
How the weather used to be

And I’ll cater with all the birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment
Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you’re strong

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
And frankly that thing doesn’t really interest me
I swear I’m going to bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood
If you don’t stop the self-defeating lies
You’ve been repeating since the day you brought me home
I know you’re strong

It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue - Bob Dylan

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty handed armies, are all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Novocaine for the Soul
Eels — Watch: <https://youtu.be/V2yy141q8HQ>

Life is hard
And so am I
You’d better give me something
So I don’t die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Life is white
And I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back
Oh my darling
Will you be here
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Guess who’s living here wi th the great undead
This paint by numbers life is f—ing with my head, once again
Life is good
And I feel great
'cause mother says I was
A great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
You’d better give me something to fill the hole
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out

The Doors
An American Prayer (1978)
An American Prayer/ Hour For Magic/ Freedom Exists/ A Feast Of Friends

Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
to the kingdom

Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?

Let’s reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees
of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine

amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying

O great creator of being

grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying

We live, we die
& death not ends it

Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion’d flower

Cling to Cunts & cocks
of despair

We got our final vision
by clap

Columbus groin got
filled w/green death

(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

& only one of all the rest

To dance & save us

W/the divine mockery
of words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King’s murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts
we are promised

Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures’s breed
We of sundome & the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A nightr of lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
for me & for you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists
in school books

Did you know madmen are
running our prisons

w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free protestant
maelstrom

We’re perched headlong
on the edge of boredom

We’re reaching for death
on the end of a candle

We’re trying for something
that’s already found us

Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
south

Cruel bindings

The sevants have the power

dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors

I’m sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the T.V.

Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that’s plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve
brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven’s
claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family