The art of Lyric writing is a dying art these days. I've set up this thread to post some of your favorite lyrics. It doesn't have to be your favorite, interesting is fine. The whole point of this thread is to let the words do the talking without the Music. Looking forward to reading stuff I've never read before. I'll start with a Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds song. Pappa won't leave you Henry I went out walking the other day The wind hung wet around my neck My head it rung with screams and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones I passed beside the mission house Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend, Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead Well, I thought about my friend, michel How they rolled him in linoleum And shot him in the neck A bloody halo, like a think-bubble Circling his head And I bellowed at the firmament Looks like the rains are hear to stay And the rain pissed down upon me And washed me all away Saying Papa won't leave you, henry Papa won't leave you, boy Papa won't leave you, henry Papa won't leave you, boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But papa won't leave you, henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road Well, the moon it looked exhausted Like something you should pity Spent an age-spotted Above the sizzling wires of the city Well, it reminded me of her face Her bleached and hungry eyes Her hair was like a curtain Falling open with the laughter And closing with the lies But the ghost of her still lingers on Though she's passed through me And is gone The slum dogs, they are barking And the rain children on the streets And the tears that we will weep today Will all be washed away By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow Papa won't leave you, henry Papa won't leave you, boy Papa won't leave you, henry Papa won't leave you, boy For the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But papa won't leave you, henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I came upon a little house A little house upon a hill And I entered through, the curtain hissed Into the house with it's blood-red bowels Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists Crawled the ceilings and the walls They filled me full of drink And led me round the rooms Naked and cold and grinning Until everything went black And I came down spinning I awoke so drunk and full of rage That I could hardly speak A *** in a whale-bone corset Draping his dick across my cheek And it's into the shame And it's into a guilt And it's into the ****ing fray And the walls ran red around me A warm arterial spray Saying Papa won't leave you, henry Papa won't leave you, boy Papa won't leave you, henry Papa won't leave you, boy Well, the night is dark And the night is deep And it's jaws are open wide But papa won't leave you, henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road It's the rainy season where I'm living Death comes leaping out of every doorway Wasting you for money, for your clothes And for your nothing Entire towns being washed away Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains The mad heat and the relentless rains And if you stick your arm into that hole It comes out sheared off to the bone And with her kisses bubbling on my lips I swiped the rain and nearly missed And I went on down the road He went on down the road Singing Papa won't leave you, henry Papa won't leave you, boy Papa won't leave you, henry Papa won't leave you, boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But papa won't leave you, henry So there ain't no need to cry And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road Bent beneath my heavy load Under his heavy load Yeah, I went on down the road Yeah, he went on down the road
Procol Harum A Whiter Shade Of Pale Lyrics We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink And the waiter brought a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale She said, "There is no reason And the truth is plain to see." But I wandered through my playing cards And they would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open wide They might have just as well been closed And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale She said, "I'm here on a shore leave," Though we were miles at sea. I pointed out this detail And forced her to agree, Saying, "You must be the mermaid Who took King Neptune for a ride." And she smiled at me so sweetly That my anger straightway died. And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale If music be the food of love Then laughter is it's queen And likewise if behind is in front Then dirt in truth is clean My mouth by then like cardboard Seemed to slip straight through my head So we crash-dived straightway quickly And attacked the ocean bed And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale
I always liked Neil YOung's lyrics. I don't know what he's going on about in this one though "Revolution Blues" Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town You never see us 'cause we don't come around. We got twenty five rifles just to keep the population down. But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' 'round. So you be good to me and I'll be good to you, And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion I won't attack you, but I won't back you. Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn. Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone. It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long. Yes, that was me with the doves, setting them free near the factory Where you built your computer, love. I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection I won't deceive you, I just don't believe you. Well, I'm a barrel of laughs, with my carbine on I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone. But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong. I got the revolution blues, I see bloody fountains, And ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountains. Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars, But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars.
PSYCLE SLUTS (PARTS 1 & 2) by JOHN COOPER CLARKE A POET part one... this disc concerns those those pouting prima-donnas found within the swelling j. arthur ranks of the sexational psycle sluts those nubile nihilists of the north circular the lean leonine leatherette lovelies of the leeds intersection luftwaffe angels locked in a pagan paradise no cash a passion for trash the tough madonna whose cro-magnon face and crab nebular curves haunt the highways of the UK, whose harsh credo captures the collective libido like lariats their lips pushed in a neon-arc of dodgems delightfully disciplined, dumb but deluxe deliciously deliciously deranged twin-wheeled existentialists steeped in the sterile excrements of a doomed democracy, whose post-nietzschean sensibilities reject the bovine gregariousness of a senile oligarchy whose god is below zero, whose hero is a dead boy condemned to drift like forgotten sputniks in the fool's orbit bound for a victim's future in the pleasure dromes and ersatz bodega bars of the free world the mechanics of love grind like organs of iron to a standstill hands behind your backs in a noxious gas of cheek to cheek totalitarianism hail the psycle sluts go go the gland gringos for the gonad a-go-go age of compulsory cunnilingusa part two... the dirty thirty the naughty forty the shifty fifty the filthy five zips, clips, whips and chains wait for you to arrive hell's angels by the busload stoned stupid, how they strut smoked woodbines till they're banjoed and smirk at the swedish smut life on the straight and narrow path drives you off your nut by day you are psycopath by night you're a psycle slut on a bsa with two bald tires you drove a million miles you cut your hair with rusty pliers and you suffer with the pillion piles you got built in obsolescence oh you got guts but you don't reach adolescence slow down psycle sluts motor cycle michael wants to buy a tank only twenty-nine years old and he's learning how to **** yesterday he was in the groove today he's in a rut my how the moments move brut fun psycle sluts he cacks on your originals he peepees on his boots he makes love like a footballer he dribbles before he shoots the goings on at the gang-bang ball made the citizen's tut-tut-tut but, what do you care, piss all you tell 'em psycle sluts now your boyfriend burned his jacket ticket expired tyres are knackered knackers are tired you can tell your tale to the gutter press get paid to peddle smut now you've ridden the road of excess that leads to the psycle sluts or you can dine and whine on stuff that's bound to give you boils hot dogs direct from cruft's done in diesel oil or the burger joint around the bend where the meals thank christ are skimpy for you that's how the world could end not with a bang but a wimpy.
The Holloways: So This Is Great Britain So this is great britain and welcome aboard A sinking ship thats full of **** and someone nicked the oars A failing false economy an anti-punk autonomy Our once unique Identity's Been washed from our shores So this is great britain and these are our whores David and victoria there's hope for us all You can rule britannia the Media will Marry you The Build you up to knock you down Just like the Berlin Wall In a land of hope and glory do we really rule the waves? The truth is a different story We're all just a bunch of slaves Yeah this is great britain lets raise a jar Just look at georgie best and how it got him so far The prince of pleasure lost his crown By getting high and getting down The Alcoholic Anti-hero's Visibility Scared So come on Great Britain lets sleep around Sex is so much fun you better spread it around It really is infectious and your soul is nothing precious so grab some meat and treat your loins To that by which their bound In a land of hope and glory do we really rule the waves? The truth is a different story We're all just a bunch of slaves We'll soon be state Britain If our Best friends have their way Just another star upon the flag across the waves
"Rubber Band" Rubber band There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune In the library garden Sunday afternoon While a little chappie waves a golden wand Rubber band In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes Dear Rubber band, you're playing my tunes out of tune, oh Rubber band, Won't you play a haunting theme again to me While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon Oh, play that theme Rubber band How I wish that I could join your Rubber band We could play in lively parks throughout the land And one Sunday afternoon I'd find my love Rubber band In '14-'18 war I went to sea Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me And now she's married to the leader of the band, oh Oh sob: I hope you break your baton
O'malley's Bar - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds I am tall and I am thin Of an enviable height And I've been known to be quite handsome From a certain angle and a certain light Well I entered into O'Malley's Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst" O'Malley merely smiled at me said "You wouldn't be the first" I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, it was the angle Huh! Hmmmmm "Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar "I bear no grudge against you!" And my dick felt long and hard "I am the man for which no God waits And for which the whole world yearns I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder-burns" Well, you know those fish with swollen lips That clean the ocean floor? When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That is exactly what I saw I jammed the barrel under her chin And her face looked raw and vicious Her head it landed in the sink With all the dirty dishes Her little daughter Siobhan Pulled beers from dusk till dawn And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beers in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf Her throat it crumbled in my fist And I spun heroically around To see Caffrey rising from his seat I shot that motherfucker down Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah "I have no free will," I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes And her husband he stood up And he screamed, "You are an evil man" And I paused a while to wonder "If I have no free will then how could I Be morally culpable, I wonder" I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach And gingerly he sat down And he whispered weirdly, "No offense" And lay upon the ground "None taken," I replied to him With which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm I said, "I want to introduce myself And I'm glad that you all came" And I leapt upon the bar And shouted out my name Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray as big as a ****ing big brick I split his head in half His blood spilled across the bar Like a streaming scarlet brook And I knelt at it's edge on the counter Wiped the tears away and looked Well, the light in there was blinding Full of God and ghosts and truth I smiled at Henry Davenport Who made an attempt to move Well, from the position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse I felt and remorse I had It clung to everything From the raven hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Then I squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man become a child And I raised the gun up to his head Executioner-style He made no attempt to resist So fat and dull and lazy "Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried And he looked at me as though I was crazy "O", he said, "I had no idea" And he grew as quiet as a mouse And the roar of the pistol when it went off Near blew the hat right off the house Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection "There stands some kind of man", I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from he business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again "Fear me! Fear me!" But no one did cause they were all dead Huh! Hmmmmmmmm And then there were the police sirens wailing And a bull-horn squelched and blared "Drop your weapons and come out With your hands held in the air" Well, I checked the chambers of my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I help it to my head "Drop your weapon and come out! Keep you hands above your head!" Well, I had one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around O'Malley's bar "Don't shoot", I cried "I'm a man unarmed!" So they put me in their car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars And started counting on my fingers
Street Hassle A) Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet The sexy boy smiled in dismay She took out four twenties 'cause she liked round figures Everybody's queen for a day Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know I admire your - - body why don't we slip away Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin' Sha-la-la-la, this way Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la Hey, baby, come on, let's slip away Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a humpin' muscle Call out the national guard She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her knees From off of the formica topped bar And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly And boldly out of this world And despite people's derision Proved to be more than diversion Sha-la-la-la, later on And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly And showed her where he was coming from And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently It was like she'd never ever come And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la When the sun rose and he made to leave You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la Neither one regretted a thing B) Street Hassle Hey, that ****'s not breathing I think she's had too much Of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean? I don't mean to scare you But you're the one who came here And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave I'm not being smart Or trying to be cold on my part And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve But you know people get all emotional And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational you know, They think they're just on TV Sha-la-la-la, man Why don't you just slip her away You know, I'm glad that we met man It really was nice talking And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak But you know it could be a hassle Trying to explain this all to a police officer About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed And it's not like we could help But there wasn't nothing no one could do And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first But when someone turns that blue Well, it's a universal truth And then you just know that bitch will never **** again By the way, that's really some bad **** That you came to our place with But you ought to be more careful around the little girls It's either the best or it's the worst And since I don't have to choose I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet And just lay her out in the darkest street And by morning, she's just another hit and run. You know, some people got no choice And they can never find a voice To talk with that they can even call their own So the first thing that they see That allows them the right to be Why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck. C) Slipaway Well hey(man), that's just a lie, It's a lie she tells her friends. 'cause the real song, the real song Where she won't even admit to herself The beatin' in her heart. It's a song lots of people know. It's a painful song A little sad truth But life full of sad songs Penny for a wish But wishin' won't make you a soldier. With a pretty kiss for a pretty face Can't have it's way Y'know tramps like us, we were born to pay. Love has gone away And there's no one here now And there's nothing left to say But, oh, how I miss him, baby Oh, baby, come on and slip away Come on, baby, why don't you slip away Love is gone away Took the rings off my fingers And there's nothing left to say But, oh how, oh how I need him, baby Come on, baby, I need you baby Oh, please don't slip away I need your loving so bad, babe Please don't slip away
In my eyes Jake Bugg goes a little way to proving this to be wrong. It tells a story and for me that's what it should be about. One Friday night I took a pill or maybe two Down at the car park I saw everyone I knew And before the night had started we had planned to crash a party Just a place that someone knew a local house belonging to a gangsters crew And at the door they shone a light into my face Have to admit I felt a little out of place But I made my way inside past a thousand crazy eyes Then a friend took me aside said everyone here has a knife I've seen it all I've seen it all now I swear to god I've seen it all Nothing shocks me anymore after tonight Those little doves had sent my mind and heart a-beating To say I felt weird really doesn't need repeating I could sense the mounting tension the atmosphere of violence And then they took a guy out side and someone stabbed him with a knife I've seen it all I've seen it all now I swear to god I've seen it all nothing shocks me anymore after tonight I've seen it all I've seen it all now I've seen it all, I've seen it all now I swear to god I've seen it all nothing shocks me anymore after tonight I've seen the light but not the kind I would have liked Reminds me of Dylan's Hurricane if a little less profound... Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out "My God they killed them all" Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Three bodies lying there does Patty see And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously "I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands "I was only robbing the register I hope you understand I saw them leaving" he says and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops" And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing In the hot New Jersey night. Meanwhile far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda **** was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Patterson that's just the way things go If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street 'Less you wanna draw the heat. Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around He said "I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates" And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead" So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men. Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !" Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Four months later the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America fighting for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame "Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law ?" "Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?" "Don't forget that you are white". Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure" Cops said "A boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow You'll be doing society a favor That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim". Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse. All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy ****** No one doubted that he pulled the trigger And though they could not produce the gun The DA said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed. Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers they all went along for the ride How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand ? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game. Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell That's the story of the Hurricane But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
Sticks n' stones- Jamie T When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright, Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble. When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright, Soon as I see (LIGHTWEIGHT PRICK!) the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble. I take a train again away from shame and blame a city pained to see, a friend I hadn't seen since I was drinking underage. I was a ten a day, how'd you say, little ****, white lightning, heightening all my courage, quick wit. We wore checkered season wallabies, buttoned shirts and whiskey, mutton dressed as lamb, a fan of bands like The Jam Jam Jam Jam, I don't know who I am, he said I dunno if I can, I said yeah man, you can-can. When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright, Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble. When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright, Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble. Drunk and being sick, I feel like ****, I gotta quit. I hope I haven't missed the last train gonna be stuck in Hampton Wick, With the boys across the platform shouting "lightweight prick!" I'm a featherweight champion, cheap to get pissed, wish Candy were here with me, she'd deffa deal with it, tell 'em all to shut their mouths and go suck their mommas dicks, coz she ain't no she ain't that low, three fingers down, or the other two up, and I'll sing this proud. Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. As I travel down the track all my memories flood back. We were runnin' at ease from enemies, and rushed back to your momma's flat, it's the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap, I know it sounds crude, but there's something in that. How's danny doin'? Hear he's high flyin' and that, stockbroker in the city with a lady and a baby. And Fee, is she free from the demons she had? Was it two months clean, routine to relapse. Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. She smoked all of your weed that's why the loved ones out to leave, Why when you take the lead they stab you in the back 'till you can't breathe, When you're bleeding on the floor, and no one hears your call at all, she screamed out to the party 'you are sheeps and cattle!' I was hanging out with Louie in the shooting gallery, when the news got through to me about you and Jeremy. Pat on my back, and a swig on my brew, you're still my friend, it's impossible to hate you. Cradle to the grave, I know we always misbehave, people latch down and then they rain on our parade. Girls we love leave when we want them to stay, like today, remember, what shall we say? When there's no one left to fight, boys like us don't shine so bright, Soon as I see the dust settle, let's go out and find some trouble! Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. Journey to the End of the East Bay- Rancid Reconcile to the belief consumed in sacred ground for me there wasn't always a place to go but there was always an urgent need to belong yeah All these bands and all these people All these friends and we were equals but what you gonna do when everybody goes on without you? [Chorus] To the end to the end i'll journey to the end Started in 87 ended in 89 got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime it was just the 4 of us, yeah man the core of us too much attention unavoidably destroyed us 4 kids on tour, 3000 miles in a 4-door car not know what was goin' on we got a million years tourin' out like this hell no no premonition coulda seen this [Chorus] Matty came from far away From New Orleans into the East Bay He said "this is a mecca" I said "this ain't no mecca man, this place's ****ed!" 3 months go by, he had no home, he had no food, he's all alone Matty said fool me once shame on you he said fool me twice He went back to New Orleans [Chorus] Freak Scene- Dinosaur JR Seen enough to eye you But I've seen to much to try you It's always weirdness while you Dig it much too much to fry you The weirdness flows between us Anyone can tell to see us Freak scene just can't believe us Why can't it just be cool and free us? Seen enough to eye you But I've seen to much to try you It's always weirdness while you Dig it much too much to fry you The weirdness flows between us Anyone can tell to see us Freak scene just can't believe us Why can't it just be cool and leave us? It's so ****ed I can't believe it If there's a way I wish we'd see it How could it work just can't conceive it Oh what a mess it's just to leave it Sometimes I don't thrill you Sometimes I think I'll kill you Just don't let me **** up will you 'Cause when I need a friend it's still you What A Mess Teenage Riot- Sonic Youth [Kim] You're it No, you're it Hey, you're really it You're it No I mean it, you're it Say it Don't spray it Spirit desire (face me) Spirit desire (don't displace me) Spirit desire We will fall Miss me Don't dismiss me Spirit desire Spirit desire [x3] We will fall Spirit desire We will fall Spirit desire [x3] We will fall Spirit desire We will fall [Thurston] Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true? Looking for a man with a focus and a temper Who can open up a map and see between one and two Time to get it Before you let it Get to you Here he comes now Stick to your guns And let him through Everybody's coming from the winter vacation Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you You come running in on platform shoes With Marshall stacks To at least just give us a clue Ah, here it comes I know it's someone I knew Teenage riot in a public station Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you Now I see it I think I'll leave it out of the way Now I come near you And it's not clear why you fade away Looking for a ride to your secret location Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin' And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now It better work out I hope it works out my way 'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now You better look it We're gonna shake it Up to him He acts the hero We paint a zero On his hand We know it's down We know it's bound too loose Everybody's sound is round it Everybody wants to be proud to choose So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze It's time to go round A one man showdown Teach us how to fail We're off the streets now And back on the road On the riot trail Celebrated Summer- Husker Du Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower Somewhere in April time, they add another hour I guess I'd better think up a way to spend my time Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summer time Should I go swimming or get a friend to hang around It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band And getting out of school meant getting out of hand Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer? Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there Do you remember when the first snowfall fell When summer barely had a snowball's chance in Hell? And finally... Braineaters- Misfits Oi Oi Oi Brains for dinner Brains for lunch Brains for breakfast Brains for brunch Brains at every single meal Why can't we have some guts Oi Oi Oi Brains are all we ever get In this rotten ****in' place, Oi Oi Brains are all we ever get Why can't we have a change of pace Brains for dinner Brains for lunch Brains for breakfast Brains for brunch Brains at every single meal Why can't we have some guts, Oi Oi Why can't we have some guts, Oi Oi Why can't we have some ****in' rotten guts Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi
James Sometimes (Lester Piggott) There's a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in The rain floods gutters and makes a great sound on concrete On a flat roof, there's a boy leaning against the wall of rain Aerial held high, calling, "Come on thunder, come on thunder" Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul It's a monsoon and the rain lifts lids off cars Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign And he crumples, drops into the gutter, cuts strange, legs twitching The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul There's four new colors in the rainbow an old man's taking Polaroids But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain, endless rain He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his And I swear I can hear the sea Sometimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul, I can reach your soul Sometimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul, I can touch your soul Sometimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul, I can hear your soul Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul
One of my favourites James Just Like Fred Astaire Doctor what is happening to me? Palpitations, my mind is diseased Even my vision is impaired Iâm losing my hair Cause when I hold her in my arms I feel like fred astaire Lovesick, my temperatureâs high Just met a girl, who believes we can fly Iâm a bull, not a bear Iâm a millionaire Cause when I hold her in my arms, I feel like fred astaire I believe in happiness I believe in love I believe she fell to earth from somewhere high above I believe in hollywood Donât believe that love must bring despair Cause when I hold her in my arms, I feel like fred astaire Who said love is just a disease A plague for the naive These days no one believes Meteors may strike the earth Nations live and die Iâm the boy who got the girl And now weâre gonna fly We can cross the race divide Bridge a gap that wasnât really there Cause when I hold her in my arms, I feel like fred astaire Iâm gonna hold her in my arms, just like fred astaire Iâm gonna hold her in this charm, like fred astaire Like fred astaire Like fred astaire Like fred astaire
A random choice, but its Monday, and I might not be liking it in a couple of hours..... Boomtown Rats I Don't Like Mondays The silicon chip inside her head Gets switched to overload. And nobody's gonna go to school today, She's going to make them stay at home. And daddy doesn't understand it, He always said she was as good as gold. And he can see no reason 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown? Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down. The telex machine is kept so clean As it types to a waiting world. And mother feels so shocked, Father's world is rocked, And their thoughts turn to Their own little girl. Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen, No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat. They can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown? Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down. All the playing's stopped in the playground now She wants to play with her toys a while. And school's out early and soon we'll be learning And the lesson today is how to die. And then the bullhorn crackles, And the captain crackles, With the problems and the how's and why's. And he can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to die? Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. Tell me why? I don't like Mondays. I want to shoot The whole day down.
The Clash Stay Free (In Memory of Joe Strummer - Born 21st August 1952) We met when we were in school Never took no **** from no one, we weren't fools The teacher says we're dumb We're only having fun You know we pissed on everyone In the classroom When we got thrown out I left without much fuss An' weekends we'd go dancing Down Streatham on the bus You always made me laugh Got me in bad fights Play me pool all night Smokin' menthol I practised daily in my room You were down The Crown planning your next move Go on a nicking spree Hit the wrong guy Each of you get three Years in Brixton I did my very best to write How was Butlins? Were the screws too tight? When you lot get out We're gonna hit the town We'll burn it ****in' down To a cinder Cos years have passed and things have changed And I move anyway I wanna go I'll never forget the feeling I got When I heard that you'd got home An' I'll never forget the smile on my face 'Cos I knew where you would be An' if you're in The Crown tonight Have a drink on me But go easy...step lightly...stay free
Patti Smith Group Because The Night (one of my favourite songs written by Patti Smith and Bruce Springsteen) A Song For Lovers Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take my hand come undercover They can't hurt you now, Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Have I doubt when I'm alone Love is a ring, the telephone Love is an angel disguised as lust Here in our bed until the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand as the sun descends They can't touch you now, Can't touch you now, can't touch you now Because the night belongs to lovers ... With love we sleep With doubt the vicious circle Turn and burns Without you I cannot live Forgive, the yearning burning I believe it's time, too real to feel So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now Because the night belongs to lovers ... Because tonight there are two lovers If we believe in the night we trust Because tonight there are two lovers
James Sit Down Words of Solidarity I'll sing myself to sleep A song from the darkest hour Secrets I can't keep Inside of the day Swing from high to deep Extremes of sweet and sour Hope that God exists I hope I pray Drawn by the undertow My life is out of control I believe this wave will bear my weight So let it flow Oh sit down Sit down next to me Sit down, down, down, down, down In sympathy Now I'm relieved to hear That you've been to some far out places It's hard to carry on When you feel all alone Now I've swung back down again It's worse than it was before If I hadn't seen such riches I could live with being poor Oh sit down Sit down next to me Sit down, down, down, down, down In sympathy Those who feel the breath of sadness Sit down next to me Those who find they're touched by madness Sit down next to me Those who find themselves ridiculous Sit down next to me Love, in fear, in hate, in tears Down Down Oh sit down Sit down next to me Sit down, down, down, down, down In sympathy Oh sit down Sit down next to me Sit down, down, down, down, down In sympathy Down
The Jam English Rose No matter where I roam I will return to my English rose For no bonds can ever tempt me from she I've sailed the seven seas, Flown the whole blue sky. But I've returned with haste to where my Love does lie. No matter where I go I will come back to my English Rose For nothing, "could" ever "keep" me from she. I've searched the secret mists - I've climbed the highest peaks Caught the wild wind home To hear her soft voice speak No matter where I roam I will return to my English Rose For no bonds can ever keep me from she. I've been to ancient worlds I've scoured the whole universe And caught the first train home To be at her side. No matter where I rome I will return to my English Rose For no bonds, can ever keep me from she
Puppet Life Punishment of Luxury Wires stick through my soul, my actions are controlled Turning me from free man to puppet life suspended, in puppet life Your demands are my role, lost in space and time I crawl for you Once I had my own mind but in your sewer I was blinded Wallowing around like an albino crocodile, in puppet life I used to laugh an make the sun shine But then you come and made me freeze I haven't had a friend for such a long time Cut the strings, fee me please, oh please, I beg you Once my world was wild but clear No-one over me to watch an overhear Now I have only dreams to sell I'm going cheap at the gates of hell, at the gates Of hell, hell Our bodies can take no more The fascist always ends up on the floor Our day will come we pray, I'll be OK when I've Been mended, mended But until then I will be swinging on your rope, with no hope All I have, all I know are puppets.
