Some great lines stay in the memory from the Sex Pistols ’The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle’, but the best might be the intro, "People said we couldn’t play They called us foul-mouthed yobs But the only notes that really count Are the ones that come in wads" Another example of a great song coming at a bad time for the band. The outro still kicks hard 40 years later, "Elvis Presley died in 1959 Chuck Berry you’re a big ugly fucker (?) Ian Dury Cockney Fraud Mick Jagger white nigga Bob Dylan got a parking ticket stuck to his arsehole David Bowie you are a bloody cunt Rod Stewart‘s got a luggage label tied to his tonsils Elton John hair transplant Sid Vicious Rock and Roll Cliché Paul Cook bare bones Johnny Rotten he’s got his knickers knotted (?) Rock and roll swindle Swindle It’s a swindle!" https://youtu.be/FfFbcbGaTMY |
Can't think of the best Scott Walker lyric but this is one I never tire of. Walker did a lot to popularise Brel, rightly so.
"If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the Devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "Jacky"
If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way"
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Love Is Strange
"Love - love is strange
Lot of people take it for a game
Once you get it - you're in an awful fix
After you've had it - you never want to quit
Many people don't understand, no no
They think lovin', yeah yeah - is money in the hand
Your sweet lovin' - is better than a kiss, yeah yeah
When you leave me - sweet kisses I miss"
As for Buddy Holly's (overdub) version here - https://youtu.be/6Nwr4nh2oOE- all I want to say is that so, so beautiful this record is. |
"Damn the lump in my throat
damn the hole in my coat
damn the rain that just won't quit
damn the sorry waste of it
Damn the truth, damn the lies
Damn the look behind your eyes
Damn the day, damn the night
Goddamn the losing light
There ain't no boat, there ain't no train
To take us back, the way we came
Ain't no shelter from this hard rain
The cure for the pain is the pain
The cure for the pain is the pain
It's not like we think it's gonna be
Not like the movies that you see
Ain't no soaring violins
Just machines an medicines
So bless these pills bless these sheets
Bless the food you can't eat
Bless the damned who walk these halls
And God have mercy on us all
There ain't no drug, there ain't no cure
To make it like it was before
Ain't no shelter from this hard rain
The cure for the pain is the pain
The cure for the pain is the pain"
Gretchen Peters "The Cure for the Pain"
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Those are good lyrics slaw, even without the music. |
A Hard Rain's a Gonna Fall
Bob Dylan
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall |
"Well, I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him, "tell me, where are you going?” This he told me Said, "I’m going down to Yasgur’s Farm Gonna join in a rock and roll band Got to get back to the land And set my soul free” We are stardust, we are golden And we’ve got to get ourselves Back to the garden" Crosby, Stills & Nash - "Woodstock" |
Far from my favourite Eagles song but great lyrics nevertheless. Well worth a another mention. Already Gone
Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day
And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf
But let me tell you I got some news for you
And you'll soon find out it's true
And then you'll have to eat your lunch all by yourself'
Cause I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song
Woo hoo hoo, my my, woo hoo hoo
The letter that you wrote me made me stop and wonder why
But I guess you felt like you had to set things right
Just remember this, my girl, when you look up in the sky
You can see the stars and still not see the light (that's right)
And I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song
Woo hoo hoo, my my, woo hoo hoo
Well, I know it wasn't you who held me down
Heaven knows it wasn't you who set me free
So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key
But me, I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song'
Cause I'm already gone
Yes, I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this vict'ry song
'Cause I'm already gone
(repeat) 1994 Live in New York https://youtu.be/1XfiS3jX-VE |
@tostadosunidos, thanks for the reminder of why Dylan is the most revolutionary lyricist in Pop music history. "A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall" was recorded about a year before The Beatles recorded their original boy/girl love songs like "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" and "She Loves You". It took Lennon a couple of years to come to terms with what Bob was doing, and it completely changed his (and many others') songwriting (for better or worse). |
Too many masters to mention, Dylan, Waits, Cohen, Taupin Knopfler, Simon, Lennon, Springsteen... Roger Waters here... DSOTM And all that is now And all that is gone And all that's to come And everything under
The sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed
By the moon”
WISH YOU WERE HERE Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, A smile from a veil, Do you think you can tell. Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts... “ We’re just two lost souls living in a fish bowl year after year” By the way which one’s Pink” THE WALL Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry. Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true. Mama's gonna put all her fears into you. Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing. She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm. Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby, Of course mama's gonna help build the wall” I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooh, babe when I pick up the phonethere's still nobody home”
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their standAnd when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall”
THE FINAL CUT
And as the windshield melts
My tears evaporate
Leaving only charcoal to defend.
Finally I understand the feelings of the few.
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We were all equal in the end“
AMUSED TO DEATH
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuffIs absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to thinkNo tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why am I so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing carsWe ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every leadThey repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexedBut on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to deathNo tears to cry no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
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" This shirt is old and faded
all the color's washed away
I've had it now for more damn years
that I can count anyway
I wear it beneath my jacket
with the collar turned up high
so old I should replace it
but I'm not about to try
This shirt's got silver buttons
and a place upon the sleeve
where I use to set my heart up
right there where anyone could see
this shirt is the one I wore
to every boring high school dance
where the boys ignored the girls
and we all pretended to like the band
This shirt was a pillow for my head
on a train through Italy
this shirt was a blanket beneath my love
we made in Argeles
this shirt was lost for three whole days
in a town near Buffalo
till I found the locker key
in a downtown Trailways bus depot
This shirt was the one I lent you
and when you gave it back
it had a rip inside the sleeve
where you rolled your cigarettes
It was the place I put my heart
now look where you put a tear
I forgave your thoughtlessness
but not the boy who put it there
This shirt was the place your cat
decided to give birth to five
and we stayed up all night watching
and we wept when the last one died
this shirt is just an old faded piece
of cotton
shining like the memories
inside those silver buttons
And this shirt is a grand old relic
with a grand old history
I wear it now for Sunday chores
cleaning house and raking leaves
I wear it beneath my jacket
with the collar turned up high
so old I should replace it
but I'm not about to try"
Mary Chapin Carpenter "This Shirt"
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Feels like it's time for a couple of deep lines from Dylan. The first from Subterranean Homesick Blues,
"Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters"
and a tricky one from It's Alright, Ma
"Proves to warn that he not busy being born
Is busy dying"
The following lyric from Blonde on Blonde eventually lead me into reading the Steinbeck novel.
"With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,"
Unfortunately, great book that it is, my memory of it is not 'sheet metal'. Far from it. Maybe time to revisit it this summer.
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“Happened back in the bayou many years ago
Satan came to take him and he did it real slow
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor
The doctor just shook his head
Twenty years of rotgut whiskey
Done killed this poor man dead
He drank ole poison whiskey
'Til it killed him dead”
“Poison Whisky” Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason... |
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes.
And I knew without asking she was into the blues. |
I thought on 1 more that I have loved for decades!
devil in the deep blue sea behind me
vanish in the air, you’ll never find me
i will turn your face to alabaster
when find your servant in your master |
She showed me love a hundred ways
How she pimped and how she paid
All the daughters, all the sons
All were welcome, all would come
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How about a couple of Petula Clark lyrics to brighten up this Sunday evening?
This first one featuring these beautiful lines written by none less than Charlie Chaplin himself.
"Love, this is my song
Here is a song, a serenade to you
The world cannot be wrong
If in this world there’s you"
and this second one from Who Am I is somewhat atypical of her usual style but no less charming for that.
"The buildings reach up to the sky.
The traffic thunders on the busy street.
The pavement slips beneath my feet.
I walk alone and wonder
who am I?
I close my eyes and I can fly.
And I escape from all this worldly strife,
restricted by routine of life,
but still I can’t discover
who am I."
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Yeah ten thousand dollars, go have some fun
Put it all on at a hundred to one
Hang fire, hang fire, hang fire, put it on the wire, baby
Doo doo
Doo doo, hang fire, hang fire put it on the wire
Hang fire, hang fire, hang fire, hang fire
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I heard the following on SiriusXM the other day. Touching lyrics, and sang very nicely IMO except for the part near the end when his singing verges on yelling. At the end of a rainbow,
You´ll find a pot of gold.
At the end of a story,
You´ll find it´s all been told.
But our love has a treasure
Our hearts can always spend.
And it has a story without any end.
At the end of a river,
The water stops its flow.
At the end of a highway,
There´s no place you can go.
But just tell me you love me
And you are only mine,
And our love will go on till the end of time. "The End," Earl Grant (1958) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmeeNYhNYQwRegards, -- Al |
"I ain't never been with a woman long enough, before my boots could get old,
We've been together so long, they both need resoled,
Never said that I love you, even though it's so,
It's a good time for me to head on down the road"
Heard It In A Love Song
Marshall Tucker Band |
What the hell did you expect to find
Aphrodite on a bar-stool by your side? -Pieces of the Night by Doug Hopkins, Gin Blossoms Man, they sure do miss him....here's another classic,
You can't call it cheatin'
Cause she reminds me of you... -Cheatin' by Doug Hopkins and
Jesse Valenzuela, Gin Blossoms |
My favourite sequence from Pepper.
"People running round it's five o'clock
Everywhere in town is getting dark
Everyone you see is full of life
It's time for tea and meet the wife
Somebody needs to know the time, glad that I'm here
Watching the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear
Go to a show you hope she goes
I've got nothing to say but it's OK"
Well, it is June 1st. |
Stones’ All the Way Down (Excerpt)
She went all the way
All the way down
She went all the way, all the way She showed me love a hundred ways
How she pimped and how she paid
All the daughters, all the sons
All were welcome, all would come We went all the way
All the way down
We went all the way, all the way I was King, Mr. Cool
Just a snobby little fool
(Like kids are now.)
I dreamed of reaching greater heights
I raved about it every night
Talk is cheap
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"See those fault lines laid out like landmines
It's hard to relax
A promise broken, the ground breaks open
Love falls through the cracks
And I have a few of my own
I got a few of my own fault lines
Running under my life
Running under my life
I'm alone here, I play the odds, dear
I go where I please
Down below, the man I know
Might not be me
And I got a few of my own
I got a few of my own fault lines
Running under my life
Running under my life
On the high-wire, above the wildfire
An old acrobat
On faulty cable, still he's able
Not to fall flat
And I got a few of my own
I got a few of my own fault lines
Running under my life
Running under my life"
Tom Petty "Fault Lines"
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"Starf*cker, starf*cker star" - from the Rolling Stones' song "Star Star" off of Goat's Head Soup! In fact, those are the only words in the whole song! I have the LP! Mick, what were you thinking? |
"You gotta make like you wanna kneel and pray-ay-ay-ay"
"And then a little-bit-of-soul will come your way"
Music Explosion: Little bit of Soul - 1967 |
Lyrics from Star Star that might have got buried in the mix,
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair
Fallin' through the silver screen
Honey, I'm open to anythin'
I don't know where to draw the line
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get
John Wayne before he dies
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Favourite Clash lyric - great reminder there’s always worse places than where you might be now.
Straight to Hell
If you can play on the fiddle
How’s about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King’s English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust
Water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise
There ain’t no need for ya
There ain’t no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys
Wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it’s Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa pappa-san, take me home
See me got
Photo photo photograph of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Let me tell you ’bout your blood, bamboo kid
It ain’t Coca-Cola, it’s rice
Straight to hell
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell
Go straight to hell boys
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody, they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says
You want to play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Ha, junkie-dom U.S.A
Where pro-caine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat poison
The volatile Molotov says
Straight to hell
Can you really cough it up loud and strong?
The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier any hemisphere
In no-man’s-land
There ain’t no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived ’round here
Straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Oh, papa-san, please take me home
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"You are my home
wherever you go.
Anywhere you stand,
is my piece of land.
You are my home.
Your six one frame.
My address is your name.
High ceilings grand halls,
walls are just walls,
and you are my home.
You are my home
wherever you go.
Anywhere you stand,
is my piece of land.
You are my home.
The bering sea,
the barrier reef,
anywhere you breathe,
is where I believe,
I'm meant to be.
You are my home
wherever you go.
Anywhere you stand,
is my piece of land.
You are my home."
Amanda Shires "You Are My Home"
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From When the Whip Comes Down,
Yeah I'm going down fifty-third street
And they spit in my face
I'm learning the ropes
Yeah I'm learning a trade
The East River truckers
Are churning with trash
I've got so much money
That I spend so fast
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Can I assume that you're a big Stones fan Geoffkait? |
Well, they do know how to turn a phrase. What’s not to like?
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Oh I don't really have anything against them, but in the sea of interesting and memorable lyrics, I wouldn't include any of theirs among my favorites, or ones that I consider special, and I noticed that you listed 2 of their songs. We're all touched by different things. |
When we touch the world
And it falls away
When we feel that we're born
Just to fall apart
And our mother lies in state
And the broken pitcher glistens
And the snow is at the window
Creating neither sign nor symbol
And the earth covers earth
And the mud lies in pools
Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken
And the dry wind bends and sighs
And the geese are running harmless
And our desires are running wild
Then we're looking at the smoke
That's rising from the incense
Neither coming here nor going
Neither heaven here nor hell
Neither borning here nor birthing
Neither dying here nor death
And we're wrapped inside our troubles
And we're wrapped inside our pain
And wracked with fires with longing
And our eyes are blind with night
With our fingers clutching coins
And our thoughts burning with 'I'
And our eyes cannot be sated
With the world and its nightmares
With the world and its dreams
Though later they'll be filled
With a small handful of dust
And the gods appear on the altars
And we recognize their face
It's a face that we have carved there
And it's full of fear and longing
And promises and threats
But they neither stoop to conquer
Nor do they stoop to praise
And the mines are void of diamonds
That we carry in our rags
Then all the world seems
A sadness song
And all the world seems
A sadness song
________
Current 93 - The Sadness Song |
Many too many have stood where I stand
Many more will stand here too
I think what I find strange is the way you built me up
Then knocked me down againThe part was fun but now it's over
Why can't I just leave the stage?
Maybe that's because you securely locked me up
Then threw away the keyOh mama
Please would you find the key
Oh pretty mama
Please won't you let me go free
I thought I was lucky
I thought that I'd got it made
How could I be so blind?You said good-bye on a corner
That I thought led to the straight
You set me on a firmly laid and simple course
Then removed the roadOh mama
Please help me find my way
Oh pretty mama
Please lead me through the next day
I thought I was lucky
Oh I thought that I'd got it made
How could I be so blind? Oh no
“Many Too Many” - Genesis |
"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad..."
Pink Floyd
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Driving down to ASDA (Walmart UK) this following lyric (courtesy of Rod Stewart) came on over the radio. I was almost induced to tears, especially by the following lines,
"I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been crying forever
The stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you; they're a mirror" |
“Life’s a bitch yet so sublime, I’m going nowhere but I’m making good time”
Delbert McClinton
Song - Pulling the Strings
Album - Prick of the Litter
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"...I'm gonna fly,
To where the sky meets the land
And the livin' is not planned
And the children can laugh just 'cause they're livin'".
Dan Fogelberg/Home Free/Long Way Home
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"You are my home
wherever you go
Anywhere you stand
is my piece of land
You are my home
You're six one frame
my address is your name
high ceilings, grand halls
walls are just walls
and you are my home
You are my home
wherever you go
Anywhere you stand
is my piece of land
You are my home
The being sea
the barrier reef
anywhere you breathe
is where I believe
I'm meant to be
You are my home
wherever you go
Anywhere you stand
is my piece of land
You are my home"
Amanda Shires "You Are My Home"
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I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
And my love for her is taking such a long time to die
God, I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
dylan, cold irons bound |
Sitting in my Cadillac
Listening to my radio
Suzy baby get on in
Tell me where she want to go
I'm living in a nightmare
She's looking like a wet dream
I got myself a Cadillac
But I can't afford the gasoline
AC/DC - Down Payment Blues |
MacArthur Park (Jimmy Webb)
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no!
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
Oh, after all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no!
Oh no
No
Oh no!
One of the great standouts of the late 60s. Harris’ performance of the full lyric remains the definitive one for me. The ‘yellow cotton dress’ line still cuts to the bone, and the sheer erratic confusion and sense of epic tragedy remain a reference point through thick and thin, year after year. |
There is a very informative writeup on "MacArthur Park" on Wikipedia. The lyrics largely reflect some of Jimmy Webb's real life experiences. The song is certainly one of the most unique popular recordings of the rock era, and like CD318 I consider it, as recorded by Richard Harris, to be a standout. Regards, -- Al
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I could have killed her when I first met her, I’d have been out of jail by now.
Waylon Jennings |
For those who may like sentimental ballads, as I do in many cases:
"You're My World," lyrics by the noted lyricist Carl Sigman:
You're my world, you're every breath
I take
You're my world, every move I make
Other eyes see the stars up in the skies
But for me they shine within your eyes
As the trees reach for the sun above
So my arms reach out to you for love
With your hand resting in mine
I feel a power so divine
You're my world, you are my night and day
You're my world, you're every prayer I pray
If our love ceases to be
Then it's the end of my world for me
With your hand resting in mine
I feel a power so divine
You're my world, you are my night and day
You're my world, you're every prayer I pray
If our love ceases to be
Then it's the end of my world
End of my world
End of my world for me
The first recording using Sigman's English-language lyrics was done in 1964 by
the late Cilla Black, who as many will realize was closely associated with the
Beatles and producer George Martin. The song was later covered by Helen
Reddy among many others. I recently
happened across a 2014 performance by the British singer and actress Sheridan
Smith, which as far as I am aware was never released as a recording but was
performed in a three-part British TV series entitled "Cilla," in
which she portrayed Ms. Black. I was struck by how this performance is a
remarkable impression of Cilla Black's singing, but at the same time is better IMO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMHILWOo3II
Regards,
-- Al
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P.S. to my previous post: After looking further at the comments under the video I linked to it appears that the singing which accompanies the video is an "alternate take" that was recorded at some point by Cilla Black herself, although Sheridan Smith did the singing in the TV program from which the video was created. So that explains why the singing was, as I said, "a remarkable impression of Cilla Black's singing." :-)
Regards,
-- Al
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I leave the party at 3:00 am.
Alone thank god.
Neko Case
Hold On, Hold On |
You gotta wake up every mornin’,
tip toe in the kitchen
cook me a great big T-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed go down the street and hustle
bring back all the money you make
You gotta rub my body with sweet scented oil
cool me with a ’lectric fan
Run down to the church fall down on your knees say
"Lord I wanna thank you for that man"
And I call that true love, true and sweet
That ain’t the kind of love I’m gettin’
but baby, that’s the kind of love I need
Wanna come home every evenin’ to a great big meal
of wine and roasted pheasant
Say to me "Shel this is Suzy, this is Kay, I brought ’em
both home to you for a present"
Cops bust in and find my stash, you gotta tell ’em
it belongs to you
And when you’re sittin’ in slam tell all the other
chickies when they get out
they can look me up too
And I call that true love, true and sweet
That ain’t the kind of love I’m gettin’
but baby, that’s the kind of love I need
Some guy accuses me of foolin’ with his wife
and threatens to tear me apart
Points a gun at me, I want you to jump in the middle
and take the bullet in your own heart
And as you’re lying on the floor and dyin’
I want you to look to me and say
"Shel I’m sorry I messed up the rug
just roll my body out of the way"
And I call that true love, true and sweet
That ain’t the kind of love I’m gettin’
but baby, that’s the kind of love I need
Movie people call you on the telephone
I want you to turn down the part’And when we’re ballin’ baby, ride my top
so I never, ever strain my heart
And I call that true love, true and sweet
that ain’t the kind of love I’m gettin’
but baby that’s the kind of love I need.
"I Call That True Love"
Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show |
