Favorite Song Lyrics of All Time. What Say You?

Abraham, Martin, and John ,

Writer/s:Richard Hollersung  , sung by Dion 
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Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
But I just looked around and he’s gone

Has anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
But I just looked around and he’s gone

Has anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
But I just looked around and he’s gone

Didn’t you love the things that they stood for?
Didn’t they try to find some good for you and me?
And we’ll be free
Someday soon, it’s gonna be
One day

Has anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
I thought I saw him walkin’
Up over the hill
With Abraham, Martin and John

XTX Respectable Street

It's in the order of their hedgerows
It's in the way their curtains open and close
It's in the look they give you down their nose
All part of decency's jigsaw, I suppose

Heard the neighbour slam his car door
Don't he realise this is Respectable Street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'Cause he realise this is Respectable Street

Now they talk about abortions
In cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters
As they speak of contraception
And immaculate receptions on their portable
Sony Entertainment Centers

Heard the neighbour slam his car door
Don't he realise this is Respectable Street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'Cause he realise this is Respectable Street

Now she speaks about diseases
And which sex position pleases best her old man
Avon lady fills the creases
When she manages to squeeze in past the caravans
That never move from their front gardens

Heard the neighbour slam his car door
Don't he realise this is Respectable Street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'Cause he realise this is Respectable Street

It's in the order of their hedgerows
It's in the way their curtains open and close
It's in the look they give you down their nose
All part of decency's jigsaw, I suppose

Sunday church and they look fetching
Saturday night, saw him retching over our fence
Bang the wall for me to turn down
I can see them with their stern frown as they dispense
The kind of look that says they're perfect

Heard the neighbour slam his car door
Don't he realise this is Respectable Street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'Cause he realise this is Respectable Street

He realise this is Respectable Street
He realise this is Respectable Street
He realise this is Respectable Street

 

Turn! Turn! Turn!", a monster #1 hit by the Byrds, also known as or subtitled "To Everything There Is a Season", is a song written by Pete Seeger in 1959.

The lyrics – except for the title, which is repeated throughout the song, and the final two lines – consist of the first eight verses of the third chapter of the biblical Book of Ecclesiastes

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To everything turn, turn, turn

There is a season turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything turn, turn, turn

There is a season turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones

A time to gather stones together

To everything turn, turn, turn

There is a season turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate

A time of war, a time of peace

A time you may embrace

A time to refrain from embracing

To everything turn, turn, turn

There is a season turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time for love, a time for hate

A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

 

Songwriters: Peter Seeger.

Thanks for the posts.

If anything, I’ve discovered the scope of the emotional connection, intensity, and complexity of the poetry within this group that integrates with what we call "music."  Some lyrics  just make you smile.  Others seek to produce a cognition where it appears, at least, that they (the songwriter/poet) "figured it out" and willing to help us work through the chaos.  Or simply comment on the absurdity of it all.  Then, there are lyrics that are just plain silly.  Which is okay, too.

I recall that some of those messages resonated with me based on my life conditions and emotional state at the time.  White Snake’s "And here I go again on my own" was one such personal message, back in 1986.

I'm not selling molasses I'm not pushing tea
I don't appeal to the masses and they don't appeal to me
I'm not peddling fiction I'm not packaging youth
I've got a predilection for the truth

Quite a diatribe against the record industry and the dumbed down society by Graham Parker!