"She was filing her nails while they're dragging the lake..." - Elvis Costello, 'Watching the Detectives'....
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@roxy54 , You can’t really expect Beefheart to make much by way of literal sense. I once gave the infamous Trout Mask Replica a spin - what an ordeal that turned out to be! Sad to say, I never really had much luck with his good friend Zappa either. The only lyric of worth I can recall was from Joe’s Cafe. Acquired tastes I guess. @reubent, Wow, I know it’s Jeff Beck, and you’d expect some fireworks, but still wow! A great record with tremendous sonics. https://youtu.be/RbYKOlMclas How did that pass under the radar? ------ The Revolution Will Be Televised "The revolution, it will be televised, You can choose to watch or not, But if you all just talk from the safety of your sofas, There won’t be much revolution to watch" Live version https://youtu.be/RbYKOlMclas |
In case of Sonic Attack on your district Follow these rules If you are making love, it is imperative to bring all bodies to orgasm simultaneously Do not waste time blocking your ears Do not waste time seeking a soundproof shelter Try to get as far away from the sonic source as possible Do not panic (Do not panic) Use your wheels, it is what they are for Small babies may be placed inside the special cocoons and should be left, if possible, in shelters Do not attempt to use your own limbs If no wheels are available metal, not organic, limbs should be employed whenever possible Remember, in the case of Sonic Attack, survival means every man for himself (Himself) Statistically more people survive if they think only of themselves (Only themselves) Do not attempt to rescue friends, relatives, loved ones You have only a few seconds to escape use those seconds sensibly or you will inevitably die Do not panic (Do not panic) Think only of yourself (Only yourself) Think only of yourself (Only yourself)
Hawkwind - Sonic Attack |
Master, master This is recorded through a fly's ear And you have to have a fly's eye to see it It's the thing that's gonna make Captain Beefheart And His Magic Band fat Frank, it's the big hit It's the blimp, It's the blimp, Frank! It's the blimp! When I see you floatin' down the gutter I'll give you a bottle of wine Put me on the white hook Back in the fat rack, Shadrach e-shack The sumptin' hoop, the sumptin' hoop The blimp, the blimp! The drazy hoops, the drazy hoops! They're camp, they're camp Tits, tits, the blimp, the blimp The mothership, the mothership The brothers hid under the hood From the blimp, the blimp Children, stop your nursing unless you're rendering fun The mothership, the mothership The mothership's the one The blimp, the blimp The tape's a trip, it's a trailin' tail It's traipse'n along behind The blimp, the blimp The nose has a crimp The nose is the blimp, the blimp It blows the air, the snoot isn't fair Look up in the sky -- there's a dirigible there The drazy hoops whir You can see them just as they were All the people stare And the girls' knees tremble And run and wave their hands And run their hands over The blimp the blimp "Daughter, don't you dare!" "Oh momma, who cares? It's the blimp, it's the blimp!" Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band - The Blimp |
Who are you to look down At what I believe? I'm on to your thinking And how you deceive Well, you can't abuse me I won't stand no more Yes, I know the reasons Yes, I know the score. How I tried to please you Live the way you said Do the things that you do Like the living dead Then the truth it hit me Got me off my knees It's my life I'm living I'll live as I please Now's the time to stand tall Start your life anew Freedom lies in your heart Now's the time for you |
My favorite lyrics are: Cause the second you wake Too much pressure to take Every part of you wants to cry out It's hard for girls like us We don't know who we trust Not even the ones we love Cause they don't know Try to numb this pain Cause we don't wanna get hurt again Left alone out in the rain They don't know dieren ringtones |
This lyric has been popping into my head rather a lot recently. Wonder why? If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next - Manic Street Preachers ----- Bullets for your brain today But we’ll forget it all again Monuments put from pen to paper Turns me into a gutless wonder And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next |
Back in my heady student days I remember asking my friend Calvin what he had playing in his headphones. This was something I'd never heard before and quite difficult to take in as 21 year old. But I never forgot it. ------ "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" You will not be able to stay home, brother You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and Skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat Hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal The revolution will not get rid of the nubs The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner Because the revolution will not be televised, Brother There will be no pictures of you and Willie May Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance NBC will not be able to predict the winner at 8:32 On reports from 29 districts The revolution will not be televised There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down Brothers on the instant replay There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down Brothers on the instant replay There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being Run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkins strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he has been saving For just the proper occasion Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and Women will not care if Dick finally got down with Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people Will be in the street looking for a brighter day The revolution will not be televised There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock News and no pictures of hairy armed women Liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Engelbert Humperdinck, or The Rare Earth The revolution will not be televised The revolution will not be right back After a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people You will not have to worry about a dove in your Bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl The revolution will not go better with Coke The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath The revolution will put you in the driver's seat The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised Will not be televised, will not be televised The revolution will be no re-run brothers The revolution will be live Gil Scott-Heron |
Hollies - Gasoline Alley Bred I’m gonna heat me some water Put a shine upon my shoes Telephone my ma, keep the room above Joe’s ’Cause we’re comin’ back, comin’ back to the homestead Everythin’ is packed, gettin’ back to the homestead This time, this time we’ll stay, baby I know that we could have made it We had ideas in our heads And I wish somehow we could have saved it But we’re gasoline Alley Bred Yet the years haven’t really been wasted And I know it in my head We did good for the life that we tasted ’Cause we’re gasoline Alley ----- Of all the Hollies songs this is the one I like to keep on repeat in the car. |
Momma loves her baby, and daddy loves you too. And the sea may look warm to you babe, and the sky may look blue. But if you should go walking on the thin ice of modern life, dragging behind you the silent reproach and a million tear stained eyes, don't be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind with your fear flowing out behind you as you claw the thin ice. |
Do You Believe in the Westworld? Theatre of Hate The yellow sun was setting in tombstone The citizen ...... By a freak a coin in the piano made it play But only the wind and the dust heard it say Do you believe in the Westworld? Do you believe in the Westworld? From the south on a wind in walked a cowboy The saloon was dry but his guns were well oiled Somehow he remembered when he kissed his wife And when he said goodbye But that was before the circus with the bear arrived Oh the bear it roared as the gun was fired Then the cowboy turned the gun on himself as he sang "No-ones alive" Do you believe in the Westworld? Do you believe in the Westworld? I wonder whether Kirk Brandon's newly arriving circus would feature a giant panda if written or sung today? https://youtu.be/up1phynzMCo |
I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are If he felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms ---- Into My Arms Nick Cave A truly beautiful song. |
dutchtexan, That is a perfect example of why words without music often seem less significant. When I read these words, I thought "So what", they didn't have much special meaning to me. When I realized they were from Mercy Street, I almost had to laugh, because I love that song; but the words without the music and expressive singing seem very ordinary. |
Stephen Sondheim wrote many great lyrics but perhaps this one (from Send in the Clowns) nails down relationship problems better than anyone? ’Don’t you love a farce? My fault, I fear I thought that you’d want what I want Sorry, my dear! But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns Don’t bother, they’re here’ |
@acefactory, For years the following lines used to bug me so much so that I had to read the novel. 'With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,' It was a lovely read even though I can't remember much about the plot. Steinbeck had such a beautiful style but nevertheless my particular memory of it is definitely not 'sheet-metal'. |
My 2 favs: 1. Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here: Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? ***Did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage?*** 2. The Clash: Death or Glory And every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock ’n’ roll Grabs the mike to tell us he’ll die before he’s sold ***But I believe in this and it’s been tested by research He who fucks nuns will later join the church*** |
