Rosie you're alright, you wear my ring
When I turn out the light, Rosie that's my thing
It's just you and me again tonight, Rosie
When I turn out the light, Rosie that's my thing
It's just you and me again tonight, Rosie
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Recently best opening line: -I don't mind if my heart don't beat and the sun don't shine.- Brandi Carlile "Losing Heart" -I thought I saw the devil in the branches of a tree It was just imagination But he looked a lot like me On Stormy Down The cold moon drew strange faces on a slowly changing cloud It looked like God the father and I shouted right out loud On Stormy Down- The Strawbs "Stormy Down" -You can leave your troubles at the door we have ways to make you cheer As long as you're not sick or poor a negro or a queer- Pete Sinfield for PFM "Is My Face on Straight?" Just a couple that popped into my head. Don't get me started, there is an embarrassment of wealth in even pop lyrics. |
"So now I'm praying for the end of time To hurry up and arrive 'Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you I don't think that I can really survive I'll never break my promise or forget my vow But God only knows what I can do right now I'm praying for the end of time So I can end my time with you" Classic. |
This sounds like a good idea for a thread, but I have noticed that when lyrics are separated from music, a lot is lost. If I have never heard the song, it's hard to have a feel for the meaning or context, so it either reads strangely, or sometimes falls flat altogether. If I could hear it, I'm sure it would be different. I wonder if other members have the same feelng. |
The last two verses (the rest is pretty memorable too) of Randy Newman's "God's Song" The Christians and the Jews were having a jamboree The Buddhists and the Hindus joined on satellite tv They picked the four greatest priests And they becan to speak They said, "Lord a plague is on the world Lord, no man is free The temples that we built for you Now crumble into the sea. If you won't take care of us Won't you please, please just let us be." And the Lord said "I burn down your cities...how blind you must be I take from you your children, you say 'how blessed are we' You all must be crazy to put your faith in me. That's why I love mankind You really need me That's why I love mankind." |
The bluesy song "Not Sick of Love" from the album "at the feet of old bristlecone" by Joshua Lowe and the Juncos has some really great lyrics: When I met you I was hungry I was hungry and sleepy too I woke one day and I realized that IÂ’m not sick of love IÂ’m just sick of you When I fell in love I was in a hurry and you made my heart act the fool you filled my head full of doubt and worry but IÂ’m not sick of love IÂ’m just sick of you IÂ’m not tired of the stars in the night or the sky full of blue IÂ’m not tired of being held close and tight IÂ’m just tired of you When I said I loved you weÂ’d been drinking and out the window reason flew This six month hangoverÂ’s got me thinking That maybe IÂ’m not sick of love I'm just sick of you IÂ’m not tired of the sky at twilight or the rising of the moon IÂ’m not tired of being kissed goodnight IÂ’m just tired of you Hope thereÂ’s no hard feelings we all got to do what we got to do Maybe it was just the wrong season, I donÂ’t know either way IÂ’m not sick of love IÂ’m just sick of you IÂ’m so tired of fighting all night long IÂ’m so tired of feeling blue IÂ’m so tired of singing this same damn song But IÂ’m not sick of love I'm just sick of you |
Gz That lyric reminded me of another good one on the same subject (falling out of love). These lyrics are from "Buried Alive" by Kyle Davis: In the lion's den, the quiet men Sleep next to their fears Praying not to wake them But morning makes them disappear And it feels like Something has gone wrong And he reaches up For what he held for so long I will not be Buried alive under this mountain of emotion I will not be Saddled by the blame There and back again Trying to make amends For a feeling that I fell for left me hallow Losing lay down your only sorrow It's the jester and the jest The gambler and the game Leave it to the rest To gather what remains I will not be Buried alive under this mountain of emotion I will not be Saddled by the blame indigent to devotion Why must I defend the way I feel Just to change, it's not treason In spite of all the things that I was told There is not always a reason |
Sometimes in the mornin' when shadows are deep I lie here beside you just watching you sleep And sometimes I whisper what I'm thinking of My cup runneth over with love Sometimes in the evening when you do not see I study the small things you do constantly I memorize moments that I'm fondest of My cup runneth over with love In only a moment we both will be old We won't even notice the world turning cold And so, in these moments with sunlight above My cup runneth over with love My cup runneth over with love, with love "My Cup Runneth Over, from the 1966 Broadway musical "I Do! I Do!" as recorded by Ed Ames. Regards, -- Al |
Famous Steely Dan Haitian Divorce was holding very long time on my tongue AND on my guitar chords as well! _____________________________________________________ Tearful reunion in the USA Day by day those memories fade away Some babies grow in a peculiar way It changed, it grew, and everybody knew Semi-mojo Who's this kinky so-and-so? Papa go |
Not sure if we've seen Richard Thompson mentioned yet, but dozens of his songs could qualify. I'll go with "Walking on a Wire": I hand you my ball and chain You just hand me that same old refrain I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling I wish I could please you tonight But my medicine just won't go down right I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling Too many steps to take Too many spells to break Too many nights awake And no one else This grindstone's wearing me Your claws are tearing me Don't use me endlessly It's too long, too long to myself Where's the justice and where's the sense? When all the pain is on my side of the fence I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling |
I find the Eagles "Get Over It" to be pretty funny. It is about people unwilling to take responsibility for their lives, and instead, hope to cash in on whatever "victim" status they can claim. The last few lines are: Complain about the present Blame it on the past I'd like to find your inner child And kick its little ass. |
Here's a little bit of "Stuck" by Tonio K Papa was a farm boy, california born growing up in paradise until the second war when they put him in an airplane and loaded it with bombs sent him over there, said "don't come back until they're gone" they dropped 'em on the cities, they dropped 'em on the towns they were tryin' to blow up hitler, he was tryin' to shoot 'em down now papa hated killin' just as much as you and me but he knew he had to do it; he could tell instinctively that he was stuck Stuck in the middle stuck in the middle of the beginning of the end It's the end / of the end of the tunnel the end of the line it's the end of the american century the end of the endless summertime |
Her papa was a midget, her mama was a whore Her granddad was a newsboy 'til he was eighty-four What a slimy old bastard he was Man don't you think I know she hates me Man don't you think I know that she's no good If she knew how she'd be unfaithful to me I think she'd kill me if she could Maybe she's crazy I don't know But maybe that's why I love her so Randy Newman - Wedding in Cherokee County |
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Very profound indeed, Jim (Broadstone). A correction to the words, though, if I may. They are actually "I'm tired of livin' and scared of dyin'." Here is a link to the famous performance of the song by the great Paul Robeson in the 1936 version of "Showboat". Best regards, -- Al |
Thanks, Al. You're absolutely right; I looked it up and those lyrics are, indeed, as sung in Showboat. Even those specific lyrics, though, as many others, were changed by Robeson for the performance. Many others, it seems, were modified along the way to adjust for changes in cultural sensitivities and the song has been performed by hundreds of different artists. In 1952 it was one of my favorite songs and we played it on a wind up Victrola. |
Heroes - Bowie I, I will be king And you, you will be my queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day I, I can remember Standing, by the wall And the guns shot above our heads And we kissed, as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one day |
