Tag: Lyrics

Steve Taylor and The Perfect Foil – Standing in line.

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We shared the world like a private joke
Laughed our way out of hues and cries
Inhaled under the Bridge of Sighs
It’s not the way it was

The weather came
you were skating on fire
And love spilled out like antifreeze
The ice floes melted
in separate seas
If I was slow to learn
I will wait for another turn

I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN WEIGHING THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME

You draw your lines from memory’s cage
I write songs for a jealous God
Two spoiled kids and a velvet rod
It’s not the way it was
And I’d pursue you through any hell
I’d swim upstream ‘til I find the source
Dam the Mississippi and change its course
If it was up to me
If it was mine to turn

I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN WEIGHING THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME

I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG
I’VE BEEN WONDERING WHAT WENT WRONG
I’VE BEEN WEIGHING THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME

you’ll come to
sooner or later
you’ll come to

I’VE BEEN STANDING IN LINE SO LONG…
AND I’M NOT GONNA LEAVE

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advent 16 – Paulo Nutini Pencil full of Lead lyrics.

Listening to Paulo Nutini’s album, Sunny Side Up, For the first time I heard the lyrics to the song, pencil full of lead.
Have a read.

1, 2, 3, 4
I got a sheet for my bed,
And a pillow for my head
I got a pencil full of lead,
And some water for my throat
I’ve got buttons for my coat; and sails on my boat
So much more than I needed before
I got money in the meter and a two bar heater
Now it’s getting hotter;
Oh it’s only getting sweeter
I got legs on my chairs and a head full of hair
Pot and a pan
And some shoes on my feet;
I got a shelf full of books and most of my teeth
A few pairs of socks and a door with a lock
I got food in my belly and a license for my telly
And nothing’s going to bring me down

I got a nice guitar and tyres on my car
I got most of the means; and scripts for the scenes
I’m out and about, so I’m in with a shout
I got a fair bit of chat but better than that
Food in my belly and a license for my telly
And nothing’s going to bring me down
Nothing’s going to bring me down

But best of all (best of all)
I’ve got my baby
She’s mighty fine and says she’s all mine
And nothing’s going to bring me down
Best of all
I’ve got my baby
She’s mighty fine and says she’s all mine
And nothing’s going to bring me down
Not today,,, no, no

Doesn’t make sense, does it.

American Election – If A Song Could Be President.


“If a song could be president
We’d hum on Election Day
The gospel choir would start to sway
And we’d all have a part to play

The first lady would free her hips
Pull a microphone to her lips
Break our hearts with Rhythm and Blues
Steve Earle would anchor the news

We’d vote for a melody
Pass it around on an MP3
All our best foreign policy
Would be built on harmony

If a song could be president
We’d fly a jukebox to the moon
All our founding fathers’ 45’s
Lightnin’ Hopkins and Patsy Cline
If a song could be president

If a song could be president
We could all add another verse
Life would teach us to rehearse
Till we found a key change

Break out of this minor key
Half-truths and hypocrisy
We wouldn’t need an underachiever-in-chief
If a song could be president

We’d make Neil Young a Senator
Even though he came from Canada
Emmylou would be Ambassador
World leaders would listen to her

They would show us where our country went wrong
Strum their guitars on the White House lawn
John Prine would run the FBI
All the criminals would laugh and cry
If a song could be president”

If A Song Could Be President by Over the Rhine

Vote.
Vote early.
and Vote Bergquist/Detweiler 2008.
(if you can’t find their name on the ballot paper have a second choice ready, just in case)

I am the King of the Internet (Beta version) 2

Last night ended up watching the end of “Resident Evil: Apocalypse”. Mediocre as films go but watchable. As i watched it one song came into my head. Kind sums a lot of stuff up.

This is the best time of the day—the dawn
The final cleansing breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death’s cacophony
The rank refuse of unchained ambition
And pray, deny me not but know me now,
Your faithful retainer stands resolute
To serve his liege lord without recompense
Perchance to fall and perish namelessly
No flag-draped bier or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a final dress parade
But it was not always thus—remember?
Once you worshipped me and named me a god
In many tongues and made offering lest
I exact too terrible a tribute

Take heed for I am weary, ancient
And decrepit now and my time grows short
There are no honorable frays to join

Only mean death dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or horror unleashed from across oceans
Assail me not with noble policy
For I care not at all for platitude
And surrender such tedious detail
To greater minds than mine and nimbler tongues
Singular in their purpose and resolve
And presuming to speak for everyman

Oh, for another time, a distant field
And there a mortal warrior’s lonely grave
But duty charges me remain until
The end the last battle of the last war
Until that ‘morrow render unto me
That which is mine my stipend well deserved
The fairest flower of your progeny
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams
The cruel consequence of your conceit

“Warrior”, from the album “The Revolution Starts Now” by Steve Earle

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Look Sharp

1-3 Jesus responded by telling still more stories. “God’s kingdom,” he said, “is like a king who threw a wedding banquet for his son. He sent out servants to call in all the invited guests. And they wouldn’t come!

4“He sent out another round of servants, instructing them to tell the guests, ‘Look, everything is on the table, the prime rib is ready for carving. Come to the feast!’

5-7“They only shrugged their shoulders and went off, one to weed his garden, another to work in his shop. The rest, with nothing better to do, beat up on the messengers and then killed them. The king was outraged and sent his soldiers to destroy those thugs and level their city.

8-10“Then he told his servants, ‘We have a wedding banquet all prepared but no guests. The ones I invited weren’t up to it. Go out into the busiest intersections in town and invite anyone you find to the banquet.’ The servants went out on the streets and rounded up everyone they laid eyes on, good and bad, regardless. And so the banquet was on—every place filled.

11-13“When the king entered and looked over the scene, he spotted a man who wasn’t properly dressed. He said to him, ‘Friend, how dare you come in here looking like that!’ The man was speechless. Then the king told his servants, ‘Get him out of here—fast. Tie him up and ship him to hell. And make sure he doesn’t get back in.’

14“That’s what I mean when I say, ‘Many get invited; only a few make it.’

I am not sure i remeber the violence and destruction as part of this story.
Dead = the servants and those who ignored the king,
Violence = guests on servants, armies on guests, servants on badly dressed man

somehow this seems appropriate

Clean shirt, new shoes
And I dont know where I am goin to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I dont need a reason why.
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man.

Gold watch, diamond ring,
I aint missin a single thing.
And cufflinks, stick pin,
When I step out Im gonna do you in.
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man.

Top coat, top hat,
I dont worry coz my wallets fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
Lookin sharp and lookin for love.
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl grazy bout a sharp dressed man.

mp3- zz top sharp dressed man

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Walk The Dinosaur – Was Not Was


did anyone else see them on Later with Jools holland on Tuesday

They did Walk the dinosaur. (pictured above actually doing the dinosaur)

Pure class. Altogether now

title – Walk the dinosaur
artist – Was (not Was)
Album – What up, dog? 1988

Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom
Boom boom acka-lacka boom boom

It was a night like this forty million years ago
I lit a cigarette, picked up a monkey skull to go
The sun was spitting fire, the sky was blue as ice
I felt a little tired, so I watched Miami Vice

And Walked the dinosaur, I walked the dinosaur

CHORUS:

Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur

I met you in a cave, you were painting buffalo
I said I’d be your slave, follow you wherever you go
That night we split a rattlesnake and danced beneath the stars
You fell asleep, I stayed awake and watched the passing cars

And walked the dinosaur, I walked the dinosaur

CHORUS

One night I dreamed of New York
You and I roasting blue pork
In the Statue of Liberty’s torch
Elvis landed in a rocket ship
Healed a couple of lepers and disappeared
But where was his beard

A shadow from the sky much too big to be a bird
A screaming crashing noise louder than I’ve ever heard
It looked like two big silver trees that somehow learned to soar
Suddenly a summer breeze and a mighty lion’s roar

I killed the dinosaur, I killed the dinosaur

CHORUS”

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Karen by The National

(Karen National eyeglasses, thank you google image search.)

Karen
from the album Alligator by The National.

Karen, I’m not taking sides
I don’t think I’ll ever do that again
I’ll end up winning and I won’t know why
I’m really trying to shine here, I’m really trying
You’re changing clothes and closing windows on me all the time

Well, whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone into America
Whatever you do
Listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone

Karen, we should call your father, maybe it’s just a phase
He’ll know the trick to get a wayward soul to change his ways
It’s a common fetish for a doting man
to ballerina on the coffee table cock in hand

Well, whatever you do
Listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone into America
Whatever you do
Listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone

Without warm water in my head
All I see is black and white and red
I feel mechanical and thin
Hear me play my violin again
I’m living in the target’s shoes
All I see is black and white and blue.
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title

Karen, put me in a chair, fuck me and make me a drink
I’ve lost direction, and I’m past my peak
I’m telling you this isn’t me
No, this isn’t me
Karen, believe me, you just haven’t seen my good side yet

Well, whatever you do
Listen. you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone into America
Whatever you do
Listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone

Without warm water in my head
All I see is black and white and red
I feel mechanical and thin
Hear me play my violin again
I’m living in the target’s shoes
All I see is black and white and blue
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title

I must be me, I’m in my head
Black birds are circling my bed
I must be me, I must be me
Black feathers are falling on my feet
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title
[repeat]

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Nobody Number One

Kinda how I feel about things…

I’m afraid I’ve lost the piece of me
I need the most you see
This puzzle is really just about the need
To be somebody
I’m afraid I’m not all that you see
All along the coast of me
I’m camouflaged, a desert mirage
A nobody

But you came so close and I assumed
You were looking
For the piece of yourself that’s lost
It is the hiding place inside everybody
And though we love to numb the pain
We come to learn that it’s in vain
Pain is our mother
She makes us recognize each other

C’mon now child don’t cry
C’mon now child don’t cry
Let’s give it one more try
C’mon now child don’t cry

Sometimes I feel so all alone
Here in this city I call my home
They say, Hey, you’re one of us
Funny, I should feel so anonymous
But I’m drawn to you
And that still small voice is talking too
And that’s the voice that so seldom can get through

You can’t put no bandaid on this cancer
Like a twenty-dollar bill
For a topless dancer
You need questions
Forget about the answers
Do you really wanna die this way

That’s the trouble with you and me
We always hit the bottom ‘fore we get set free
I’m so far down
I’m beginning to breathe

C’mon now child don’t cry
C’mon now child don’t cry
Let’s give it one more try
C’mon now child don’t cry
Cuz we’re just too young to die

Nobody Number one
Over The Rhine
form the album Ohio

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greenbelt 07 two – If Jesus Drove A Motorhome

At Greenbelt this year we hired a motorhome to drive down, and live in. also to drive bak. we didn’t know which one we had booked. Frankly when we got it it was massive. nice but massive. (auto trail cheyenne 840s with the double rear wheel chassis). I felt kinda bad about how big it was. Fortunately Jim White as part of a great album, wrote a song about what would happen if Jesus drove a motorhome.

If Jesus Drove A Motorhome” By Jim White
from the album “Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See

If Jesus drove a motor home,
I wonder would he
drive pedal to the metal,
or real slow? Checking out the stereo.
Cassette playing Bob Dylan,
motivation tapes.
Tricked up Winnebago,
with the tie-dye drapes.

If Jesus drove a motor home…
If Jesus drove a motor home…

If Jesus drove a motor home,
and he come to your town,
would you try to talk to him?
Would you follow him around?
Honking horns at the drive thru.
Double-parking at the mall.
Midnight at the Waffle House — Jesus eating eggs with ya’ll.

If Jesus drove a motor home…
If Jesus drove a motor home…

Buddha on a motorcycle, Mohammed in a train.
Here come Jesus in the passing lane…
but everybody smile, ‘cause everybody’s grooving.
Ain’t nothing like the feeling of moving with a bona fide motorized savior.

Now if we all drove motor homes,
well maybe in the end,
with no country to die for,
we could just be friends.
One world as our highway.
Ain’t no yours or my way.
We’d be cool wherever we roam — if Jesus drove a motor home.


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Dissertation Woes 1 – Don’t Let Them See You Cry

Don’t let them see you cry
When the dam breaks down and the city is covered in water
Cause I believe we fly
When the moon takes shape and I dose off, on your shoulders

I trust that you see it too

So breathe while you’re alive
Let the big band play as you tap leather with your fingers
And I tried to write in style
But the words just come and I write them as soon as I see them

And I trust that you write them too
And I trust that you love me too

Don’t Let Them See You Cry
by The Manchester Orchestra
from the album – I’m Like a Virgin Losing A Child