I wish I was a Cadillac on a Northbound train
Grateful Dead
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EVE OF DESTRUCTION
written by P F Sloan, sung by Barry McGuire
https://youtu.be/_38SWIIKITE?feature=shared
The Eastern world, it is explodin'
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
Can't you feel the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
But you tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
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“This really blew my mind
The fact that me, an overfed long-haired, leaping gnome
Should be the star of a Hollywood movie”
War
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Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Grateful Dead
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I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they robbed me
Of my childhood souvenirs
John Prine
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anyone can write words. The magic is to dip them into a story, a narrative, a timeless legend so that they come alive.
I would have to go with McCartney, too many great lyrics
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From Kevin Gilbert's Tea For One,
Caught in the pouring rain he crouches beneath her awning
And there through the screen spies his lady of esteem
Not alone
And there's rapture on her face
Within a man's embrace
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I don’t rank things that way. The best I can do is list some of my favorite lyric writers (in no particular order): John Prine, Robbie Robertson, Dylan, J. Mitchell, P. Townshend, Richard Thompson, J. Browne, V. Morrison, Robert Hunter, James McMurty, Lucinda Williams and Patrick Park.
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@curiousjim
Hope your wife doesn't peruse this forum! ;o)
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Elvin Bishop, Traveling Shoes.
Gonna take Hank Aaron’s baseball bat and tenderize her head.
Not sure why this just popped into my brain just now, but there you go.
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- The Beatles, whose lyrics are often shrouded in pun, double entendre, or controversy … The ending chant to I Am a Walrus. I hear and like to believe it is Everybody’s Fucked Up, for it is fitting of the social state of affairs in the mid to late 60s and our current state of affairs which has made me sardonic. Realize admitting that was the lyric would have resulted in censorship back then. Others hear Everybody Smoke Pot another controversial lyric for the time resulting in possible censorship. I believe in a Playboy interview, John Lennon stated the chant is Everybody’s Got One but Lennon was always the practical joker and not always believable especially when asked to comment or critique his work. I love this chant for its pitch and cadence making it stick in my mind, as is your premise, but because we will never know if it was fluke or intent to muddle the clarity to create the controversy and hide a phrase that would result in censorship. What do you hear?
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Today's favorite song lyric of all time is from the Band.
"Then Daniel took the harp and went high on the hill
And he blew across the meadow like a whippoorwill
He played out his heart just the time to pass
But as he looked to the ground, he noticed no shadow did he cast"
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Learning to Fly by Tom Petty...
And the Sun went down as I crossed the hill
And the town lit up, the world got still...
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"Little old lady got mutilated late last night" Werewolves of London WZ 1978
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Sorry about the length of this post, but Frank had a lot to say back in 1966, with regards to the world and it is sad that so little has changed in that regard.
If you haven't heard it. Do.
Trouble Every Day
Song by Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention ‧ 1966
Well I’m about to get sick
From watchin’ my TV
Been checkin’ out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it’s gonna change, my friends
Is anybody’s guess
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Wednesday I watched the riot...
I seen the cops out on the street
Watched ’em throwin’ rocks and stuff
And chokin’ in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin’ ’round
Seen the smoke & fire
And the market burnin’ down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn
And I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Well you can cool it
You can heat it...
’Cause, baby, I don’t need it...
Take your TV tube and eat it
’N all that phony stuff on sports
’N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head began to hurt
From checkin’ out the way
The newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they’ll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They’ll be the first to tell
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin’ hard and doin’ swell
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can’t be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They’ll send some joker with a brownie
And you’ll see it all complete
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Hey you know something people
I’m not black
But there’s a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I’m not white
Well, I seen the fires burnin’
And the local people turnin’
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite ’em
And they say it served ’em right
Because a few of them are white
And it’s the same across the nation
Black & white discrimination
They’re yellin’ "; You can’t understand me!"
And all the other crap they hand me
In the papers and TV
’N all that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don’t appeal to him
(No matter if it’s black or white)
Because he’s out for blood tonight
You know we gotta sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won’t be many left
To see it really end
’Cause the fire in the street
Ain’t like the fire in my heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don’t you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now’s the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain’t no great society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn’t free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just one amount and nothin’ more
Don’t watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor
Blow you harmonica son!
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Pauk Butterfield's:
"I'm drunk again, I've been been drinkin' Gordons gin"
Who doesn't like a good lawsuit lyric?
DeKay
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#1 "it’s better to burn out than it is to rust" Neil Young
#2 "people are strange" Doors
#3 "you can’t always get what you want but if you try real hard you get what you need" Stones
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"I’ve got nasty habits I take my tea at three"
Gotta be a Brit to get this....lol
Live With Me, The Rolling Stones.
"But I can still paint the town
All the colour of your evening gown
While I’m waiting for your blonde hair
To turn grey"
Mick Jagger
Evening Gown
Too much Zappa to list
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@dekay
The best of the best. Tough call between these two.
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It's a tie between...
And the colored girls go
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-do-doo
Doo
And...
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
DeKay
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I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float...
...Into the mystic
Tonight when I chase the dragon
The water may change to cherry wine
And the silver will turn to gold
Time out of mind
Oh, it seemed like a holy place, protected by amazing grace
And we would sing right out loud, the things we could not say
We thought we could change this world with words like love and freedom
We were part of the lonely crowd inside the Sad Café
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