Musical Wisdom

[weary]

The time I think most clearly, the time I drift away

Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey

I get to think about what might have been and what may yet come true

And I get to pass a rainy mile thinking of you

And all the while, all the while, I still hear that call

To the land of gold and poison that beckons to us all

Nothing changes here very much, I guess you'd say it never will

The pubs are all full on Friday nights and things get started still

We spent hours last week with Billy boy, bleeding, yeah queuing in Casualty

Staring at those posters we used to laugh at:

Never Never Land, palm trees by the sea

Well there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad

When all they had to do was knock him down

But no one asks to many questions like that since you left this town

Chorus:

And tomorrow brings another train

Another young brave steals away

But you're the one I remember

From these valleys of green and the grey

You used to talk about winners and losers all the time - as if that was all there was

As if we were not of the same blood family, as if we live by different laws

Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills than you owe to your good self?

Is it true that the world has always got to be something

That seems to happen somewhere else?

For God's sake don't you realise that I still hear that call

Do you think you're so brave just to go running to that which beckons to us all?

Chorus:

No, not for one second did you look behind you

As you were walking away

Never once did you wish any of us well

Those who had chosen to stay

And if that's what it takes to make it

In the place that you live today

Then I guess you'll never read these letters that I send

From the valleys of the green and the grey

-Justin Sullivan, New Model Army

[redrus]

Nice one Weary, I like that a lot mate, nice verbals...............

redrus

[thaibebop]

I like this song. Well, the words anyway, haven't hread the music.

[redrus]

Sheila by Jamie T

(Chorus) Sheila goes out with her mate Stella

It gets poured all over her fella

‘Cause she says man he ain’t no better

Than the next man kicking up fuss

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river

Screams calling London (LONDON…)

None of us hear her coming; I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out.

* Oh when my love, my darling,

You've left me here alone,

I'll walk the streets of London

Which once seemed all our own.

The vast suburban churches

Together we have found:

The ones which smelt of gaslight

The ones in incense drown'd;*

A lean girl went from the cotty to the gringo,

Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along,

And tell all the fellas that the lady is single,

Fickle way to tickle on my young man’s?

She’s out there doing what she likes, any game all of the night

She’s ground drunk so? That she stole ??

She didn’t like fags but at the same time understood

Fella’s will be fella’s till the end of time

(Heaven’s what a noise!

The cold blooded murder of the English town - blap!

Jack had a gang that he called the milligrams,

He was known a s Smack Jack the Crackerman,

In life he was dealt some shit hands,

But the boy’s got the back now

And they went the same way as Mickey and Dan

Dependent mans upon the arrow?

And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam,

And now Jack’s on his own man

Well done Jack! Glug down that cider

You’re right, she’s a slut, and you never ######ing liked her

Not like, what, He stopped so shocked,

Cause it turned out the last? killed the pied piper

Tough little?,

Friends with your daughters,

Only ‘cause they bribe ‘em to pick ‘em with quarters,

Brawler, lover out brawling, bought all the filth in the?

But they ain’t need a?

???

But you held that corner, always need a favour but never took a order?

Behave young scallywag a fine young girl I had

??

Hung her on his shoulder, cheap rag shot tag

Slag better understand he came with the glamour,

But this tag original, superficial the issue,

But one near Jack the dirty five doppelgangers

(Chorus)Sheila goes out with her mate Stella

It gets poured all over her fella (LONDON…)

‘Cause she says man he ain’t no better

Than the next man kicking up fuss

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river

Screams calling London (LONDON…)

None of us hear her coming; I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out

(It’s over man, it’s over! LONDON….)

So here’s a short story about the girl Georgina,

Never a worse, clean young mess

Under stress, at best but she’s pleased to see you

Well, love God Bless, we lay her body to rest

Now it all there started with Daddy’s alcoholic

Lightweight chucked down, numbing his brain

And the doctor said he couldn’t get the heart near starting,

Now beat up, drugged, and she’s feeling the strain

She said, “In a rut what the ###### I’m supposed to do?”

Suck it up, star, and stop keep running through,

“True, but you try it ain’t easy to do.”

She been buckled up, beaten from the bat like a prat

Dunno where she’s going, but she know where she at,

So Georgie - it’s time to chain react

But the truth is, you know, she’ll probably fall back

Tears stream down her face, she screamed away:

“When I fall, no-one catch me,

Alone, lonely, I love a ? Slowly, get scared, I’ll scream and shout” -

But you know it won’t matter she’ll be passing out,

I said ????

Just another day-ay

Another sad story this tragedy -

Paramedic announced dead for 10.30-ay-ay

Rep it up, kick it, spit out the views…

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella

It gets poured all over her fella (LONDON…)

‘Cause she says man he ain’t no better

Than the next man kicking up fuss

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river

Screams calling London None of us hear her coming; I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella

It gets poured all over her fella (LONDON…)

‘Cause she says man he ain’t no better

Than the next man kicking up fuss

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river

Screams calling London (LONDON…)

None of us hear her coming; I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out.

Anyone wants a copy of this PM me, its quality. Some think its the best new English music heard in ages, some totally hate it but, all agree, its different.

I love it.

redrus

[thaibebop]

Serve The Servents

Teenage angst has paid off well

now I am bored and old

self-appointed judges judge

more than they have sold

If she floats then she is not

a witch like we had thought

a down payment on another

one at Salem's lot

Serve the servents-oh no

That legendary divorce is such a bore

As my bones grew they did hurt

they hurt really bad

I tried hard to have a father

but instead I had a Dad

I just want you to know that I

don't hate you anymore

there is nothing I can say

I haven't thought before

Serve the servents-oh no

That legendary divorce is such a bore

Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle

It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid

It's so relaxing to hear that you're asking whenever you get your way

It's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, this is starting to sound the same

I miss the comfort in being sad.

In her false witness, we hope you're still with us, to see if they float or drown

Our favorite patient, a display of patience, disease-covered Puget Sound

She'll come back as fire , to burn all the lairs, and leave a blanket of ash on the ground

I miss the comfort in being sad.

All Apologies

What else should I be

all apoligies

what else should say

everyone is gay

what else could I write

I don't have the right

what else should I be

all apologies

in the sun

in the sun I feel as one

in the sun

in the sun

I'm married

buried

I wish I was like you

easily amused

find my nest of salt

everything is my fault

I'll take the blame

aqua seafoam shame

sunburn with freezerburn

choking on the ashes of her enemy

All in all is all we are.

All songs by Kurt Cobain. I hope he found the peace he was looking for.

[redrus]

Take me out tonight

Where there's music and there's people

And they're young and alive

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven't got one

Anymore

Take me out tonight

Because I want to see people and I

Want to see life

Driving in your car

Oh, please don't drop me home

Because it's not my home, it's their

Home, and I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight

Take me anywhere, I don't care

I don't care, I don't care

And in the darkened underpass

I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last

(But then a strange fear gripped me and I

Just couldn't ask)

Take me out tonight

Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care

I don't care, I don't care

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven't got one, da ...

Oh, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

redrus

[thaibebop]

Take me out tonight

Where there's music and there's people

And they're young and alive

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven't got one

Anymore

Take me out tonight

Because I want to see people and I

Want to see life

Driving in your car

Oh, please don't drop me home

Because it's not my home, it's their

Home, and I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight

Take me anywhere, I don't care

I don't care, I don't care

And in the darkened underpass

I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last

(But then a strange fear gripped me and I

Just couldn't ask)

Take me out tonight

Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care

I don't care, I don't care

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven't got one, da ...

Oh, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus

Crashes into us

To die by your side

Is such a heavenly way to die

And if a ten-ton truck

Kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

redrus

Oh mam, Eddie something, right?

[thaibebop]

Hurt

By Trent Reznor

I hurt myself today

to see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

the only thing that's real

the needle tears a hole

the old familar sting

try to kill it all away

but I remember everything

what have I become?

my sweetest friend

everyone one I know

goes away in the end

you could have it all

my empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I waer my crown of sht

on my lair's chair

full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

beneath the stains of time

the feeling disappears

you are someone else

I am still right here

what have I become?

my sweetest friend

everyone I know

goes away in the end

you could have it all

my empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

If I could start again

a million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way.

[redrus]

Why O why do you put music by that <deleted> in here, its not wisdom. Trent Razorblade and his cohort, Madoline Manson epitomise all I hate about the music industry. Media made <deleted>. Bops, I think you're a top bloke, I've come to like you a lot on this forum but, that music, is <deleted>....!

redrus

[thaibebop]

Why O why do you put music by that <deleted> in here, its not wisdom. Trent Razorblade and his cohort, Madoline Manson epitomise all I hate about the music industry. Media made <deleted>. Bops, I think you're a top bloke, I've come to like you a lot on this forum but, that music, is <deleted>....!

redrus

Okay, we will have to have a discussion here on this. You don't like him you don't like him, however, his music is more than what you think. He takes sounds and turns them into song. Recordings of construction sites get warped into music. His first recording of the song Suck was played using drums,a rewinding camera and a bag of potato chips.

How much have you heard of NIN? Closer, doesn't count by the way.

Media made <deleted>, sorry Drus, not true. Trent started out on the TVT/WaxTrax label, not a big name. His work was shoved in the late night video shows until the song Closer came out and was turned into a club song.

Manson, what can be said about Manson. He is an updated verison of Alice Cooper, well was. Something not to be taken seriously and something that is more fun when played along with, like any other good joke. Manson wasn't made either. Trent found him and brought him on tour then signed him to his own label Nothing Records, once again not a large label. Manson got famous because of who he ticked off, more than his music or the record industry.

You want media made <deleted>, J-lo, Puffy Combs, almost any hip-hop, that crappy new power puck junk Emu, or whatever. Top 40 stations have media made crap and Trent doesn't get played on top 40 stations, not any more thank whoever.

[redrus]

Its still not wisdom and does not deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as some of the magicians in this thread.

Big difference of opinion on this one Bops, Manson makes my skin crawl, he is one person I would so love to kick the shit out of, I mean that in nicest possible way....

There is no way you'll change my mind over garbage like that.

You're still a top bloke though Bops.

You're not Manson are you...........?

redrus

[kayo]

Alright alirght, alright, calm down lads.....allow me to put in my er.. input here.

that particular song I listenend to on repeat back in the nineties when I was feeling down and depressed...

Trent Raznor and NIN are deffo not radio comemrcial material.

I like their talents as musicians.

I don't see how TR is any less depressive than that overrated <deleted> Kurt Cobain, and possibly far more talented, but I think that that song is NOT Musical Wisdom.

Song Baht... Chi Ching!

[kayo]

not strictly wisdom either, though wisdom can be taken from the story..

this is just a brilliant story...

"well, you see I happened to be back on the east coast

a few years back tryin' to make me a buck

like everybody else, well you know,

times get hard and well I got down on my luck

and I got tired of just roamin' and bummin' around,

so I started thumbin' my way

back to my old hometown

you know I made quite a few miles

in the first couple of days,

and I figured I'd be home in a week if my

luck held out this way

but you know it was the third night I got stranded,

it was out at a cold lonely crossroads,

and as the rain came pouring down,

I was hungry, tired freezin', caught myself a chill,

but it was just about that time that

the lights of an old semi topped the hill

you should of seen me smile when I

heard them air brakes come on,

and I climbed up in that cab where I

knew it'd be warm at the wheel

well at the wheel sat a big man

I'd have to say he must of weighed 210

the way he stuck out a big hand and

said with a grin

"Big Joe's the name

and this here rig's called Phantom 309"

well I asked him why he called his

rig such a name, but he just turned to me

and said "Why son don't you know this here

rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why

there ain't a driver on this

or any other line for that matter

that's seen nothin' but the taillights of Big Joe

and Phantom 309"

So we rode and talked the better part of the night

and I told my stories and Joe told his and

I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along

he pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears

man that dashboard was lit like the old

Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck

until almost mysteriously,

well it was the lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight

Joe turned to me and said "I'm sorry son

but I'm afraid this is just as far as you go

You see I kinda gotta be makin' a turn

just up the road a piece,"

but I'll be damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he

threw her in low and said "Go on in there

son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee

on Big Joe"

and when Joe and his rig pulled off into

the night, man, in nothing flat they was

clean outa sight!

so I walked into the old stop and

ordered me up a cup of mud sayin'

"Big Joe's settin' this dude up"

but it got so deathly quiet in that

place, you could of heard a pin drop

as the waiter's face turned kinda pale,

I said "What's the matter did

I say somethin' wrong?"

I kinda said with a half way grin.

He said "No son, you see It'll happen every

now and then. You see every driver in

here knows Big Joe, but let me

tell you what happened just 10 years

ago, yea it was 10 years ago

out there at that cold lonely crossroads

where you flagged Joe down, and

there was a whole bus load of kids

and they were just comin' from school

and they were right in the middle when

Joe topped the hill, and could

have been slaughtered except

Joe turned his wheels, and

he jacknifed, yeah, he jackknifed and went

into a skid, and folks around here

say he gave his life to save that bunch

of kids, and out there at that cold

lonely crossroads, well they say it

was the end of the line for

Big Joe and Phantom 309, but it's

funny you know, cause every now and then

yea every now and then, when the

moon's holdin' water, they say old Joe

will stop and give you a ride, and

just like you, some hitchhiker will be

comin' by"

"So here son," he said to me, "get

yourself another cup of coffee, it's on the

house, you see I want you to hang on

to that dime, yea you hang on to that

dime as a kind of souvenir, a

souvenir of Big Joe and Phantom 309"

[redrus]

I've got goose pimples, thats cool, is it a song Kayo....?

redrus

[kayo]

yep. Big Joe and Phantom 309, from the album Nighthawks at the diner/ tom Waits. One of his best albums in my opinion.

Edited July 16, 2006 by kayo

[thaibebop]

Its still not wisdom and does not deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as some of the magicians in this thread. I will say only one thing that, Johnny Cash. Mr.Cash, The Man in Black covered Trent Reznor's Hurt. Enough said.

Big difference of opinion on this one Bops, Manson makes my skin crawl, he is one person I would so love to kick the shit out of, I mean that in nicest possible way....

That's the point Drus!, Alice Cooper didn't make people want to love him, that's way he was entertaining. Same for Manson. No, Manson is not someone who will be remembered or someone who should be held up as a music god, no way. He was entertainment that was it and all he needed to be. He wouldn't have gotten as big as he did if the Religious right in America could keep their cool. Many people I knew supposted Manson, even when they didn't like him, just because the Religious right was trying to shut him down. Amercians love anyone who stands up with two middle fingers and doesn't care.

There is no way you'll change my mind over garbage like that. I think you should take a closer look and Trent, I really do. I will give you that Manson isn't for everyone, but knowing what you like I just don't see why you hate Reznor. I can only guess you really have not heard all that much. He has been a big influence here. He is big on producing.

You're still a top bloke though Bops. Thank you, I think highly of you as well.

You're not Manson are you...........?

No.

redrus

Alright alirght, alright, calm down lads.....allow me to put in my er.. input here.

that particular song I listenend to on repeat back in the nineties when I was feeling down and depressed...

Trent Raznor and NIN are deffo not radio comemrcial material.

I like their talents as musicians.

I don't see how TR is any less depressive than that overrated <deleted> Kurt Cobain, and possibly far more talented, but I think that that song is NOT Musical Wisdom. Look up.....Johnny Cash. I'll take his word over yours. I think there is a lot of wisdom there. The song is about addiction, it's about fcking up so bad no one stays with you, it's about hitting rock bottom. It's saying "if I could start again, I would keep myself" I wouldn't give in to the drugs and the mistakes. This song means much too me as I look back on so many of my years wasted on pain, wasted on drink and drugs, wasted on suffering. Now I have to get those years back. I keep those lessons learned during those bleak years close to what little heart I have left, however, my advice to my children will be, "Do not lose yourself, ever. Not in drink, not in drugs, not in another person. For what is used is used and not given back." I give the same advice to both you and Drus, do not end up like the man in the song. Keep youself and live.

Song Baht... Chi Ching!

Okay, Kayo, who is better Sex Pistols or Nirvana. I think it's kind of funny that you would say that about Kurt. Because of him the Seattle bands like Pearl Jam, SoundGarden, Alice In Chains, the list goes on. Also, all these acts I hear today on the radio, man, if they aren't pulling from Nirvana, I am a monkey's uncle. Plus, remember that Dave Grohl was in Nirvana and he took his sound to the Foo Fighters, which has also had an impact on todays music.

[thaibebop]

Speaking of The Man in Black.....

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday morning

with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad

so I had one more for dessert

then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

and found my cleanest dirty shirt

then I washed my face and combed my hair

and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I smoked my mind the night before

with cigarettes and songs I'd been picking

but I lit my first and watched a small kid

playing with a can he was kicking

then I walked across the street

and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken

and Lord it took me back to something I'd lost

somewhere, somehow along the way

In the park I saw a daddy

with a laughing little girl he was swinging

and I stopped besides a Sunday school

and listen to the songs they were singing

then I headed down the street

and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

and it echoed through the canyon

like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I wishing, Lord, that I was stoned

cause there's something is a Sunday

that makes a body feel alone

and there's nothing short of dying

that's half as lonesome as the sound

of a sleeping city sidewalk

and Sunday morning coming down.

I think this song and Hurt have something in common. Cash is more poetic though.

[kayo]

cash is dead.

You gonna try turning me onto Elvis next?

Kurt Cobain, and Nirvana, were brilliant. Until they got famous.

Then it turned to trashy crap. Kurt blowing his head off... Well, I´ve been near there, and I forgive no man who blows his head off.

That, above all, makes me dislike the guy.

Plus, his choice in women was appaling.

Dave Grohl... Very cool.

Edited July 17, 2006 by kayo

[thaibebop]

cash is dead. Sadly yes. What's you point?

You gonna try turning me onto Elvis next? You don't like Elvis?!!!

Kurt Cobain, and Nirvana, were brilliant. Until they got famous. I focus on that more than the suicide.

Then it turned to trashy crap. Kurt blowing his head off... Well, I´ve been near there, and I forgive no man who blows his head off.

That, above all, makes me dislike the guy.

Plus, his choice in women was appaling. Agreed!

Dave Grohl... Very cool.

I like him.

[kayo]

cash is dead. Sadly yes. What's you point?

You gonna try turning me onto Elvis next? You don't like Elvis?!!!

DON¨T YOU DARE BOPS... FRIENDSHIP WARNING RISK ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thaibebop]

Okay, here is some musical wisdom I hope you guys won't have a problem with. Natalie Merchant the former lead singer of 10,000 Maniacs. One album she did which was brillant was Tigerlily, a must listen to. Here are a couple songs from that album.

Carnival

I've walked these streets

a virtual stage

it seemed to me

make-up on their faces

actors took their

places next to me

I've walked these streets

in a carnival

of sights to see

all the cheap thrill seekers

the vendors and the dealers

they crowed around me

I've walked these streets

in a spectacle of wealth and proverty

in the diamond markets

the scarlet welcome carpet

that they just rolled out for me

I've walked these streets

in the mad house asylum

they can be

where a wild eyed misfit prophet

on a traffic island stopped

and he raved of saving me

Have I been blind

have I been lost

inside myself and my own mind

hypnotized

mesmerized

by what my eyes have seen

Have I been wrong

have I been wise

to shut my eyes

and play along

hypnotized

paralyzed

by what my eyes have found

Have I been blind

have I been lost

have I been wrong

have I been wise

have I been strong

have I been

hypnotized

mesmerized

by what my eyes have found

in that great street carnival

in that carnival?

Beloved Wife

You were the love

for certain of my life

you were simply my beloved wife

I don't know for certain

how I'll live my life

now alone without my beloved wife

my beloved wife

I can't believe

I've lost the very best of me

You were the love

for certain of my life

for 50 years simply my beloved wife

with another love I'll never lye again

it's you I can't deny

it's you I can't defy

a depth so deep

into my grief

without my beloved soul

I renouce my life

as my right

now alone without my beloved wife

my beloved wife

My love is gone

she suffered long

in hours of pain

my love is gone

now my suffering begins

my love is gone

would it be wrong if I should

surrender all the joy in my life

go with her tonight?

My love is gone she suffer long

in hours of pain

would it be wrong if I should

turn my face away from the light

go with her tonight?

[thaibebop]

cash is dead. Sadly yes. What's you point?

You gonna try turning me onto Elvis next? You don't like Elvis?!!!

DON¨T YOU DARE BOPS... FRIENDSHIP WARNING RISK ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't own any of his albums if that makes you feel better.

[thaibebop]

Sarah McLachlan is also a great song writer. Her album Surfacing is truly a masterpiece.

This song always brings a tear to my eye. Somthing one might play at a funeral.

Angel

Spend all your time waiting

for that second chance

for a break that would make it okay

there's always one reason

to feel not good enough

and it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

oh beautiful release

memory seeps from my veins

let me be empty

and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort there

So, tried of the straight line

and everywhere you turn

there are vultures and thieves at you back

and the strom keeps on twisting

you keep on building the lie

that you make up for all that you lack

it's don't make no difference

escaping one last time

it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of the angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort here

[Lacoste]

In Bangkok I lost it all to you and your vices

Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid life crisis

I hit an iceberg in my life

But you know I'm still afloat

You lose your balance, lose your wife

In the queue for the lifeboat

You got to put the women and children first

But you've got an unquenchable thirst for Bangkok

Edited July 18, 2006 by Lacoste

[les Dennis]

Sorry, but Fish from Marillion has to be the greatest lyricist ever. Heres a sample

Forgotton Sons

Armalite, street lights, nightsights

Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter

Death in the shadows hel_l maim you, hel_l wound you, hel_l kill you

For a long forgotten cause

On not so foreign shores

Boys baptised in war

Boys baptised in war

Morphine, chill scream, bad dream

Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags

Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen

Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep

The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep

Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to roll

Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold

Your father drains another beer, hes one of the few that cares

Crawling behind a saracens hull from the safety of his living room chair

Forgotten sons

Forgotten sons

Forgotten sons

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evil

For I am but mortal and mortals can only die

Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers

That parade the carpeted corridors of whitehall

Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs

Minister, minister care for your children

Order them not into damnation

To eliminate those who would trespass against you

For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever

Amen

Amen

Amen

Amen

Amen

Amen

Amen

Halt who goes there! - death!!

Approach ... friend

Youre just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle

When your childrens stony glances mourn

Your death in a terrorists smile

The bombers arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves

Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hel_l

Forgotten sons

Forgotten sons

From the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash

But remember monday signings when from door to door you dash

On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost

For a second youll be famous but labelled posthumous

Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down

Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down

Ring-a-ring-o-roses

Ring-a-ring-o-roses

Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down

Forgotten son

Forgotten son

Forgotten son

Theyre still forgotten, theyre still still forgotten

Peace on earth and mercy mild, mother brown has lost her child

Just another forgotten son

[kayo]

Oh man! Thankyou.. I´d forgotten about him and at the time one of my FAVORITE bands,. Marillion were EXCELLENT:

Fish wrote one song, (i think it was him solo)

The best love song EVER... (thanks again for reminding me of this)

I've got a reputation of being a man with a gift of words

a romantic poetic type or so they say

but I find it hard to express the way I feel about you

without getting involved with the old cliches.

In the old cliches, it's the old cliches.

This song's begun so many times but never

in a way that you wont consider to be an old cliche.

I want to say that I need you, I miss you when you're away.

And how it seemed like fate - o here we go - the same old cliches.

It's the same old cliches.

It's not that I'm embarrassed or shy, well, you know me too well

but I want to make this song special in a way that you can tell.

That it's solely for you and nobody else

for my best friend, my lover, when I need help - cliche - cliche?

Everything I want to say to you is wrapped up in an old cliche

I'd waited so long to find you, I'd been through the heartbreak and pain,

but of course you already know that cos you've been throught the same.

That's why I'm trying to say with my deepest sincerity

that's why I'm finding it comes down to the basic simplicities

the best way is with an old cliche

it's simply the best way is with an old cliche

always the best way is with an old cliche

I'll leave it to the best way, it's an old cliche

I love you.

[thaibebop]

Why

Annie Lennox

How many times do I have to try to tell you

that I'm sorry for the things I've done

but when I start to try to tell you

that's when you have to tell me

hey...this kind of trouble's only just begun

I tell myself too many times

why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut

that's why it hurts so bad to hear the words

that keep falling from your mouth

falling from your mouth

falling from your mouth

tell me...

why

why

I may be mad

I may be blind

I may be viciously unkind

but I can still read what your thinking

and I've heard it said too many times

that you're better off

besides....

why can't you see this boat is sinking

let's go down to the water's edge

and we can cast away those doubts

some things are better left unsaid

but they still turn me inside out

turning inside out, turning inside out

tell me....

why

tell me...

why

This is the book I never read

these are the words I never said

this is the path I'll never tread

these are the dreams I'll dream instead

this is the joy that's seldom spread

these are the tears

the tears we shed

this is the fear

this is the dread

these are the contents of my head

and these are the years that we have spent

and this is what they represent

and this is how I feel

do you know how I feel?

'cause I don't think you know how I feel

I don't think you know..

I don't think you know how I feel

You don't know how I feel.

[thaibebop]

Dogma Nicole Blackman

All we want is a headrush

all we want is to get out of our skins for awhile

we have nothing to lose because we don't have anything

anything we want anyway....

We used to hate people

now we just make fun of them

it's more effective that way

we don't live

we just scratch on day to day

with nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in out pockets

and all we are waiting for

is something worth waiting for

Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve

let's stop saying "Don't quote me"

because if no one quotes you

you probably haven't said anything worth saying

We need somthing to kill the pain

of all that nothing inside

we all just want to die a little bit

We fear that pop-culture

is the only culture we're ever gonna have

we want to stop reading magazines

stop watching TV

stop caring about Hollywood

but we're addicted to the things we hate

we don't run Washington and no one really does

Ask not what you can do for your country

ask what your country did to you

The only reason you're still alive is because someone has decided to let you live

We owe so much money we're not broke, we're broken

we're so poor we can't even pay attention

So what do you want

you want to be famous and rich and happy

but you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world

nothing to say and no way to say it

but you can say it in three languages

You are more than the sum of what you consume

Desire is not an occupation

You are alternately thrilled and desperate

Sky high and fcked

Let's stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves

let's stop this and start over

let's go out

let's get going

This is your life

This is your fcking life

we need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside

quit whining you haven't done anything wrong

because frankly you haven't done much of anything

Someone's writing down your mistakes

Someone's documenting your downfall

Sex, Drugs, God, America.

[kayo]

Afyter that last one bops, I actually feel like getting out of my head now.

sittign in a bar corner somehwhere and getting wasted.

Ironies of life.

Now:

River of tears, E.C.

In three more days, I'll leave this town

And disappear without a trace.

A year from now, maybe settle down

Where no one knows my face.,

[thaibebop]

Afyter that last one bops, I actually feel like getting out of my head now.

sittign in a bar corner somehwhere and getting wasted.

Sorry that wasn't the intent.

Ironies of life.

Now:

River of tears, E.C.

In three more days, I'll leave this town

And disappear without a trace.

A year from now, maybe settle down

Where no one knows my face.,