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ramona
"FB Quote Mistress"
USA
3988 Posts |
 Posted - 01/31/2004 : 15:07:55
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Since I love lyrics more than anything (in music that is) I am starting a topic. Post your favorites. The whole song if you want, I don't care. Let's share! (how 'Barney' of me) Here's my first entry.
Martha - Tom Waits
Operator, number, please:
it's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice
while I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
this is old Tom Frost,
And I am calling long distance,
don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more,
now Martha please recall,
Meet me out for coffee,
where we'll talk about it all.
And those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I feel so much older now,
and you're much older too,
How's your husband?
and how's the kids?
you know that I got married too?
Lucky that you found someone
to make you feel secure,
'Cause we were all so young and foolish,
now we are mature.
And those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I was always so impulsive,
I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then
was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together
was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha,
I love you can't you see?
And those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I remember quiet evenings
trembling close to you...
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Adnan_le_Terrible
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1973 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 15:13:37
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All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And I'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But I sense something more
And I would like to give
What I think you're asking for
You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush
Is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
When we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
You handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, there's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Ow !
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TheCroutonFuton
- Mr. Setlists -
USA
1728 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 15:17:07
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Adnan_le_Terrible....do you have any strange fetishes we should be worried about? That's creeping me out....
Give me a while to think of my favorite lyrics...
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Adnan_le_Terrible
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1973 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 15:41:19
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Hey Ramona, what do you think of my favorite lyrics? This song rocks! It's from the Smiths, but there isn't any studio version.
It's a very nice song you picked up...I would have chosen There's only Alice : "I went skating on your name, and while writing it twice I fell through the ice of Alice". That's really beatiful.
There are so many beautiful lyrics, it's difficult to choose. I picked up a funny song. "Let me get my hands on your mammary glands" is a great line. I often use it with girls (I am single).
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 15:52:29
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hahahah Adnan, you crack me up - really! I loved yours and ramona's picks, btw.
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Adnan_le_Terrible
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1973 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 16:03:04
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There was a huge controversy about this song (Handsome devil), the Sun reported that the Smiths were celebrating child molesting. Here's a link if you're interested :
http://www.compsoc.man.ac.uk/~moz/
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SpudBoy
= Cult of Ray =
Equatorial Guinea
649 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 16:04:41
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One of my favorite songs in terms of lyrics (hard to choose) also comes from Tom Waits...
"Step Right Up"
Step right up
step right up
step right up
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore
That's right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes in before the name goes on
One-tenth of a dollar
one-tenth of a dollar
we got service after sales
You need perfume? we got perfume
how 'bout an engagement ring?
Something for the little lady
something for the little lady
Something for the little lady, hmm
Three for a dollar
We got a year-end clearance, we got a white sale
And a smoke-damaged furniture
you can drive it away today
Act now, act now
and receive as our gift, our gift to you
They come in all colors, one size fits all
No muss, no fuss, no spills
you're tired of kitchen drudgery
Everything must go
going out of business
going out of business
Going out of business sale
Fifty percent off original retail price
skip the middle man
Don't settle for less
How do we do it?
how do we do it?
volume, volume, turn up the volume
Now you've heard it advertised, don't hesitate
Don't be caught with your drawers down
Don't be caught with your drawers down
You can step right up, step right up
That's right, it filets, it chops
It dices, slices, never stops
lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn
And it mows your lawn
and it picks up the kids from school
It gets rid of unwanted facial hair
it gets rid of embarrassing age spots
It delivers a pizza
and it lengthens, and it strengthens
And it finds that slipper that's been at large
under the chaise longe for several weeks
And it plays a mean Rhythm Master
It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
And it's only a dollar, step right up
it's only a dollar, step right up
'Cause it forges your signature.
If not completely satisfied
mail back unused portion of product
For complete refund of price of purchase
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it
laugh in it, love in it
Swim in it, sleep in it
Live in it, swim in it
laugh in it, love in it
Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets
that's right
And it entertains visiting relatives
it turns a sandwich into a banquet
Tired of being the life of the party?
Change your shorts
change your life
change your life
Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy
get rid of your wife
And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack
see you later alligator
See you later alligator
And it steals your car
It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking
It's a friend, and it's a companion
And it's the only product you will ever need
Follow these easy assembly instructions
it never needs ironing
Well it takes weights off hips, bust
thighs, chin, midriff
Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job
it is a job
And it strips the phone company free
take ten for five exchange
And it gives you denture breath
And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion
And it gets rid of your traveler's checks
It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned
Well it takes care of business
never needs winding
Never needs winding
never needs winding
Gets rid of blackheads, the heartbreak of psoriasis
Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
'Cause it's effective, it's defective
it creates household odors
It disinfects, it sanitizes for your protection
It gives you an erection
it wins the election
Why put up with painful corns any longer?
It's a redeemable coupon, no obligation
no salesman will visit your home
We got a jackpot, jackpot, jackpot
prizes, prizes, prizes, all work guaranteed
How do we do it
how do we do it
how do we do it
how do we do it
We need your business
we're going out of business
We'll give you the business
Get on the business
end of our going-out-of-business sale
Receive our free brochure, free brochure
Read the easy-to-follow assembly instructions
batteries not included
Send before midnight tomorrow, terms available
Step right up
step right up
step right up
You got it buddy: the large print giveth
and the small print taketh away
Step right up
you can step right up
you can step right up
C'mon step right up
(Get away from me kid, you bother me...)
Step right up, step right up, step right up
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Step right up
you can step right up
c'mon and step right up
C'mon and step right up
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TarTar
* Dog in the Sand *
1968 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 16:33:55
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It was the BLACKEST NIGHT!
There was no MOON in sight!
(You know the stars ain't shinin'
'Cause the sky's too tight)
I heard the SCARY WIND!
I seen some UGLY TREES!
There was a WEREWOLF honkin',
'Long the side of me!
I'm MEAN 'n I'm BAD, (y'know I ain't no SISSY)
Got a BIG-TITTY GIRLY by the name of 'CHRISSY'
Talkin' about her 'N MY BIKE 'N ME...
'N this ride up THE MOUNTAIN OF MYSTERY, (mystery)
(How 're you doin'?)
I noticed EVEN THE CRICKETS
Acted WEIRD up here
And so I figured I might
Just drink a little BEER
I said, "Gimme summa that what yer suckin' on..."
But there was NO REPLY
'Cause SHE WAS GONE!
"Where's those TITTIES I like so well,
'n' my GODDAM BEER!"
Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped THE DEVIL!
(He's about THIS BIG!)
He had a RED SUIT on
An' a WIDOW'S PEAK
An' then a POINTED TAIL
'N like a SULPHUR REEK,
Yes, it was HIM awright,
I swear I KNOWED IT WAS!
He had some HUMAN FLESH
Stuck underneath his CLAWS
You know, it looked to me
Like it was TITTY SKIN!
I said, "YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!"
('Cause I was MAD at him!)
He just got out his floss
'N started cleanin' his fang
So I shot him with my shooter,
Said: BANG! BANG! BANG!
Then the sucker just laughed 'n said: "Put it away!
You know, I ate her all up...now what you
gonna say?"
YOU ATE MY CHRISSY?
"Yeah! TITTIES 'N ALL!"
WELL WHAT ABOUT THE BEER THEN?
"Now, were the cans THIS tall?"
EVEN HER BOOTS?
"Would I LIE to you?"
SHIT, YOU MUSTA BEEN HUNGRY!
"Yeah, THIS is TRUE."
DON'T THEY PAY YOU GOOD FOR THE
STUFF THAT YOU DO?
"Well, you know, I can't complain when the checks come through..."
WELL I WANT MY CHRISSY,
Oh yeah?
'N I WANT MY BEER
Hah!
SO YOU JUST BARF IT BACK UP!
NOW, DEVIL, DO YOU HEAR?
Look:
"Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
I mean, I am THE DEVIL, do you UNDERSTAND?
Just WHAT WILL YOU GIVE ME for your
TITTIES AND BEER?
I suppose you noticed this little
CONTRACT here..."
YER GODDAM RIGHT, YOU SON-OF-A-WHORE!
Don't call me that!
THAT'S ABOUT THE ONLY REASON
I LEARNED WRITIN' FOR!
GIMME THAT PAPER! BET YER HORNS I'LL SIGN!
BECAUSE I NEED A BEER, 'N IT'S TITTY-
SQUEEZIN' TIME!
"Man, you can't fool ME! You ain't THAT bad!
Oh yeah?
Why YOU SHOULDA SEEN some of the SOULS THAT I'VE HAD!
There was MILHOUS NIXON 'N AGNEW TOO!
'N both of those suckers was WORSE 'N YOU!"
LET'S MAKE A DEAL IF YOU THINK
THAT'S TRUE
I MEAN, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE DEVIL SO...WHATCHA
GONNA DO?
HEH?
Now hold on just a second...
You wanna make a deal with me hah?
Yeah!
Well ah, I don't know man, you know...
I just don't know about this...
What?
See, cause I...
Listen, you're...are you losing your nerve?
No man, it ain't got nothin' to do with nerve...
You're supposed to be the devil!
It's got to do...
You're supposed to be bad!
It's got to do with style, fool!
I don't know if you've the right style to get into hell,
you know...
Well, actually, to tell you...tell you the honest to God
truth,
I'm very short on style as a matter of fact...
Yeah, I know...that's...that's what makes me wonder
But I have...I, I think I have something that
you may be interested in...
What is that?
You can have my soul
It's a mean little sucker
'Bout a thousand years old
But once you gets it
You can't give it back
You gotta keep it forever
An' that's a natural fact!
Ooh wee!
Do you read me devil?
Oh yeah!
What? Am I supposed to be scared, man?
Oh yeah, Reety, aw-righty!
Oh yeah, that's real tough!
I bet you're real bad!
Listen fool, you've got to prove to me that you're rough
enough to get into hell
That you've got the style enough to get into hell
So start talkin'...
Alright, lemme tell ya somethin'
Alright!
I'll prove to you that I'm bad enough to go to hell
Yeah!
Because I have been through it!
Yeah!
I have seen it!
Yeah!
It has happened to me!
Yeah!
Remember, I was signed with Warner Brothers
for eight fuckin' years!!!
Tell me about it!
Now you're talkin' about something!
Now how bad is that?
That sounds good to me, motherfucker!
So move right along
Tell me what your interests are, you know...
if we're gonna come to some kind of agreement,
I've got to know what you're all about, you know...
'Cause I don't know if you're the right type for the...
for the place, you know
Look...lemme tell you what my problem really is, you see
OK...
My problem is that I don't belong anywhere
Aha...
You see... I don't even belong where you are, you see
I hope not!
I, I'm a simple person, you know
I have very small desires in life
Titties 'n beer, you know
No! What?
Titties 'n beer!
No! No man, you're joking...
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
What? No! No please... No! Not that! Oh no man, no!
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
No! No! No! No! No! Not titties 'n beer!
Oh I can't stand titties 'n beer!...
Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer...
(I'm in you! I'm in you!)
Oh no! No! No! Wait...
Ah! Look at this! What am I gonna do with this thing?
...Wait, wait, please no!
Hey! Look at this!
"No! Don't sign it! Give me time to think!
...hold on a second, boy, 'cause...that's
MAGIC INK!"
Then THE DEVIL barfed
'N out jumped my girl
They heard the TITTIES PLOP-PLOPPIN'
All around the world, she said:
"I GOT THREE BEERS 'N A FIST FULLA DOWNS,
AN' I'M GONNA GET RIPPED, SO FUCK
YOU CLOWNS!"
Then she gave us THE FINGER!
(It was rigid 'n stiff)
That's when THE DEVIL, he FARTED
An' SHE WENT RIGHT OVER THE CLIFF!
THE DEVIL WAS MAD!
(I took off to my pad)
I swear I DO DECLARE!
How did SHE get BACK THERE?
I swear I DO DECLARE!
How did SHE get BACK THERE?
I swear I DO DECLARE!
How did SHE get BACK THERE?
I swear I DO DECLARE!
How did SHE get BACK THERE?
Alright!
The mothafuckin' record is so mothafuckin' wack The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back |
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TheCroutonFuton
- Mr. Setlists -
USA
1728 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 16:50:47
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Frank Zappa!!
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TarTar
* Dog in the Sand *
1968 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 17:00:07
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Liz Phair "Flower"
Everytime I see your face
I get all wet between my legs.
Everytime you pass me by
I heave a sigh of pain.
Everytime I see your face
I think of things unpure, unchaste.
I want to fuck you like a dog,
I'll take you home and make you like it.
Everything you ever wanted,
Everything you ever thought of, is
Everything I'll do to you,
I'll fuck you and your minions, too.
Your face reminds me of a flower
Kind of like you're underwater:
Hair's too long and in your eyes
Your lips a perfect "suck me" size.
You act like you're fourteen years old.
Everything you say is so
Obnoxious, funny, true and mean.
I want to be your blowjob queen.
You're probably shy and introspective;
That's not part of my objective.
I just want your fresh, young jimmy
Jamming, slamming, ramming in me.
Everytime I see your face
I think of things unpure, unchaste.
I want to fuck you like a dog,
I'll take you home and make you like it.
Everything you ever wanted,
Everything you ever thought of, is
Everything I'll do to you,
I'll fuck you till your dick is blue.
The mothafuckin' record is so mothafuckin' wack The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back |
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ramona
"FB Quote Mistress"
USA
3988 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 20:04:17
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When I saw Liz Phair in concert the audience sang EVERY WORD to that song. It was fabulous!
I like all your choices, and I love the Smiths, Adnan! Morrissey is fabulous. I like the one line they have about being nice when you would rather spit in someone's eye - I can't remember exactly how it goes right now.
Keep em' coming.
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ramona
"FB Quote Mistress"
USA
3988 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 20:12:37
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One more before bed - I love Billy Bragg and this is one of my favorites by him. The way he sings "the baby and me" line is just a killer.
I ought to leave
enough hot water
For your morning bath,
but I'd not thought of...
I hate to hear you talk that way
But I can't bring myself to say
'I'm sorry'
The past is always knocking incessant
Trying to break through
into the present
We have to work to keep it out
But I won't be the first to shout
'it's over'
I used to want to plant bombs
at the Last Night of the Proms
But now you'll find me with the baby, in the bathroom,
With that big shell,
listening for the sound of the sea
I steal a kiss from you
in the supermarket
I walk you down the aisle,
you fill my basket
And through it all, the stick I take
Is worth it for the love we make
I used to want to plant bombs
at the Last Night of the Proms
But now you'll find me with the baby, in the bathroom,
With that big shell,
listening for the sound of the sea
The baby and me
I stayed in bed,
alone, uncertain,
Then I met you,
you drew the curtains
And sun came up, the trees began to sing
And light shone in off everything.
I love you.
And sun came up, the trees began to sing
And light shone in off everything.
I love you.
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NimrodsSon
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1938 Posts |
Posted - 01/31/2004 : 20:45:30
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I think Ramona's first song (Martha) should also go under greatest melodies ever. It's a very beautiful song. Anyways, one of my favorite lyrics:
Trade War - Van Dyke Parks (and anything else off of Tokyo Rose)
Mister Ford sez to Mister Firestone
When they meet at the old campground
"We will send out the news by wire and
Tell all the people what we have found
We can ask Thomas Alva Edison
Telephone Alexander Graham Bell
And if someone comes here with something to sell
Just make yourself clear and tell him to go straight to hell
Trade war!
For your peace and our protection
Give us speed and new direction
Someone needs to mind the store
Trade war!
As is mentioned in the Bible
Nations tend to what is tribal
Across the ocean white with foam
Spend your dollars here at home"
Mister Ford turns to MisterFirestone
"Well the nation has gotta roll
Time has come for the Yanks to load up the tanks
If a victory is our goal
To show the world all about free enterprize
Cut the competition down to size
We must make it a date to participate in cooperation
We are a nation at war
Trade war!
We are thinking of survival
At the brink with each new rival
Here to even up the score
Trade war!
Competition now is global
Give your country what is noble
If you're an eagle you must soar
We are a nation as at war!
There's a bomber up in the sky tonight
'Cause the two brothers Wright took flight
Man has gone to the air to keep the world fair
Show the others where might makes right
When you look up in the wild blue yonder now
And see a star or a satellite
On a Yankee's invention it may depend
So lend us your spirit bright!
Trade war!
Don't sell land to the invader
Tell him come back maybe later
We don't do that anymore
Trade war!
Thanks to our man Ronald Reagan
He is gone and we are begging
For just the interest on the loan
And calamity unknown
Trade war!
For our lands and independence
For our children and descendants
We must hold them at the door
Trade war!
And the sparks have started flying
Though your heart says you're denying
Our love for all humanity
It's what keeps us breathing free
Trade war!
Make it legal make it tender
May our nation not surrender oh no!
For just one race to rule the world
Keep that battle flag unfurled!"
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Adnan_le_Terrible
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1973 Posts |
Posted - 02/01/2004 : 02:51:25
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I like Liz Phair pretty much, but I really think that the lyrics of the quoted song aren't very good. It could have been written by anybody. I don't see the point. It's a very plain "i want to fuck you song". The only thing about it that makes it a little special is that a girl is singing it. If it was a guy, it wouldn't even be an average song. It sounds like it was written by a twelve years old.
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ObfuscateByWill
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1887 Posts |
Posted - 02/01/2004 : 05:31:24
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quote:
Originally posted by ramona
When I saw Liz Phair in concert the audience sang EVERY WORD to that song. It was fabulous!
I like all your choices, and I love the Smiths, Adnan! Morrissey is fabulous. I like the one line they have about being nice when you would rather spit in someone's eye - I can't remember exactly how it goes right now.
Keep em' coming.
Still Ill?
"Ask me why and I'll spit in yer eye!"
Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now?
"In my life / Why do I smile / At people who I'd much rather / kick in the eye"
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Moz is, indeed, the Master of Melancholy.
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ramona
"FB Quote Mistress"
USA
3988 Posts |
Posted - 02/01/2004 : 06:52:39
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Yep, that's it.
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Adnan_le_Terrible
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1973 Posts |
Posted - 02/01/2004 : 10:11:48
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Moz is not really melancholic. His songs are always full of humour, they make you wanna laugh and cry at the same time. OK, some of his songs ARE melancholic (Every day is like Sunday), but usually, he just expresses feelings that every average person has. These songs are often about desire, whereas melancholy is precisely the absence of desire. I don't know, that's just my own opinion...
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TheCroutonFuton
- Mr. Setlists -
USA
1728 Posts |
Posted - 02/01/2004 : 10:27:33
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quote:
Originally posted by Adnan_le_Terrible
I like Liz Phair pretty much, but I really think that the lyrics of the quoted song aren't very good. It could have been written by anybody. I don't see the point. It's a very plain "i want to fuck you song". The only thing about it that makes it a little special is that a girl is singing it. If it was a guy, it wouldn't even be an average song. It sounds like it was written by a twelve years old.
I joined the three kitties club / And now I can participate to a secret forum with Charles.
Haha! Yes! I whole-heartedly agree. I think she just took the dialogue from a late night HBO movie and added some music. Makes sense to me.
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benji
> Teenager of the Year <
New Zealand
3430 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 05:42:42
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i'm not into lyrics at all - the music of the song is what i listen too - probly why i like so many instrumental bands, but one exception is Kristin Hersh, and especially this song:
September 29, 1984
Dear so and so
Gather me up because I'm lost
Or I'm back where I started from
I'm crawling on the floor, rolling on the ground
I might cry
I won't go home
So here's the story
I am turning up in circles and I'm spinning on my knuckles
Don't forget that there are circles left undone
Very close to me
Forgive me, comfort me
I'm crawling on the floor, rolling on the ground
There's a blanket wrapped around my head
I'm moving in a line that's shaped like this
I'm, I'm holding in my breath
I have a room
Can you tell if I am lying
Don't forget that I'm living inside the space where walls and floor meet
A box inside my chest
An animal stuffed with my frustration
Can you hear me?
Don't forget that I'm alone when you're away
You make me act like other people do
Forgive me, comfort me
You comfort me, you make me die
I'm gonna cry
I won't go home
Don't kill the god of sadness
Just don't let her get you down
See the man inside the book I read can't handle his own head
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
I'd like to know how he died
My hands are shaking don't you love me anymore
I only need a person
Keep my shoulders stand around lie down
Move your hands above the floor
Gather me up because I'm lost
Or I'm back where I started from
I'm crawling on the floor rolling on the ground
I'm gonna cry
You look for me
Love Kristin
P.S. Keep them coming
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TarTar
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 02/02/2004 : 06:27:14
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It's not that I think the lyrics to Liz Phair's "Flower" are particularly clever or great. I just posted them cuz they're dirty.
The mothafuckin' record is so mothafuckin' wack The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back |
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
440 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 06:28:55
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"I don't know what I been told, but big legged woman ain't got no soul"
Hand held shower nozzles are the demon enemy of the patriarch and should be destroyed. |
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 07:02:58
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quote:
Originally posted by benji
i'm not into lyrics at all - the music of the song is what i listen too - probly why i like so many instrumental bands, but one exception is Kristin Hersh, and especially this song:
September 29, 1984
Dear so and so
Gather me up because I'm lost
benji - I also love this song. Do you happen to know anything about the background for the lyrics? They remind me of a short story called "The Yellow Wallpaper", by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.
If anyone is interested, I just found it on a cool free online book source:
www.pagebypagebooks.com
I think I mentioned this book in another thread, but the song also reminds me of "Faces in the Water", by Janet Frame, a native New Zealander.
http://www.georgebraziller.com/catalog/fiction/facesinthewater.html
from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janet_Frame
"Janet Frame (August 28, 1924 - January 29, 2004) was a New Zealand writer.
Born in Southland, New Zealand and raised in Oamaru, she became one of the pre-eminent New Zealand writers. Educated at Waitaki Girls' High School and Dunedin Teachers College, she spent much time in London and in North America.
In 1947, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia and admitted herself to Seacliff Mental Hospital. She spent seven years in various psychiatric hospitals, undergoing over two hundred shock treatments. She published her first book, a collection of short stories entitled The Lagoon and Other Stories in 1951. She was close to having a lobotomy until the book won the Hubert Church Memorial Award."...
"Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen." |
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mcmikey
= Cult of Ray =
799 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 07:27:14
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quote:
Originally posted by interloper
"I don't know what I been told, but big legged woman ain't got no soul"
Hand held shower nozzles are the demon enemy of the patriarch and should be destroyed.
I could be wrong, but I always thought it was, "I dont know BUT I been told, A big legged woman ain't got no soul"
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peace, I'm out |
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benji
> Teenager of the Year <
New Zealand
3430 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 07:33:59
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quote:
Originally posted by apl4eris
benji - I also love this song. Do you happen to know anything about the background for the lyrics?
well from what i understand, it is simply a letter that kristin wrote to herself at the time specified in the lyrics.
she would have been around 15-16 at that stage and was not the most stable teenager - don't think she had been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder then....
beyond that i know nothing..
but apparently it is a very painful song for her and she has only very recently began playing it live again....but the time i saw her she was at pains to point out how much she hates it - which i think is bizarre - why not just not play it i ask?
if you don't know, i believe you can still download a very early raw band version of it from www.beestung.com which is quite chilling.
but the site's being transferred to a new server at the mo' so it's unavailable.
cook me some fucking eggs! |
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remig
* Dog in the Sand *
France
1734 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 07:48:45
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The beach boys:
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Busy doin' nothing
I had to fix a lot of things this morning
'Cause they were so scrambled
But now it's okay
I tell you I've got enough to do
The afternoon was filled up with phone calls
What a hot sticky day, yeah yeah yeah
The air is cooling down
Take all the time you need
It's a lovely night
If you decide to come
You're gonna do it right
Drive for a couple miles
You'll see a sign and turn left
For a couple blocks
Next is mine, you'll turn left on a little road
It's a bumpy one
You'll see a white fence
Move the gate and drive through on the left side
Come right in
And you'll find me in my house somewhere
Keeping busy while I wait
I get a lot of thoughts in the morning
I write 'em all down
If it wasn't for that
I'd forget 'em in a while
And lately I've been thinking Ôbout a good friend
I'd like to see more of, yeah yeah yeah
I think I'll make a call
I wrote a number down
But I lost it
So I searched through my pocket book
I couldn't find it
So I sat and concentrated on the number
And slowly it came to me
So I dialed it
And I let it ring a few times
There was no answer
So I let it ring a little more
Still no answer
So I hung up the telephone
Got some paper and sharpened up a pencil
And wrote a letter to my friend
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ObfuscateByWill
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1887 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 08:27:45
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quote:
Originally posted by benji
...Kristin Hersh, and especially this song:
September 29, 1984
You comfort me, you make me die
I'm gonna cry
*Cringes*
Great song, though. Haven't listened to Hips and Makers since, whoa, 1999?
*Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. |
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GoddessTheory
= Cult of Ray =
USA
675 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 09:03:18
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A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?
Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumperter swan
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?
Dove nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne
The glass was raised, the fired rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at port adieu or die
A choke of grief heart hardened I
Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry
Surf's Up
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children's song
Child, child, child, child, child
A child is the father of the man
Child, child, child, child, child
A child is the father of the man
A children's song
Have you listened as they played
Their song is love
And the children know the way
That's why the child is the father to the man
Child, child, child, child, child
Child, child, child, child, child
Na na na na na na na na
Child, child, child, child, child
That's why the child is the father to the man
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ramona
"FB Quote Mistress"
USA
3988 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 09:19:22
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These are two of my favorites by Liz Phair -
IF I EVER PAY YOU BACK
I don't know what it takes to stay with you
Undertaking is not what I've planned
But anyway, you know by and large anywhere I go
I won't find anyone who loves me enough
To make you look bad
All the cars on the road are driving away from you
But I'm still looking under my nose to see who I am
But anywhere I go standing on the card I show
I won't find anyone who'll tell me what I need to know
That's not how it's done
But anyway, you know by and large anywhere I go
I won't find anyone who loves me enough
If I ever pay you back
If my money and wallet's intact
I'll probably be in a box lying down loosely suited in black
If I ever pay you back
If my money and wallet's intact
I'll probably be in a box lying down loosely suited in black...
IN LOVE WITH YOURSELF
He came over my house
Didn't even knock, he just walked inside
And when I didn't want to talk
He said, "Oh God, what a load of bullshit."
Don't be so in love with yourself
Don't be so in love with yourself
Don't be so in love with yourself cause I'm not
Don't you know I'm not
And I said, "You've got a lot of nerve coming here after all the times
that you tried to pull the wool over my eyes and my ears and nose
and mouth and..."
Don't be so in love with yourself
Don't be so in love with yourself
Don't be so in love with yourself cause I'm not
Don't you know I'm not
And he said, "You've got a lot of nerve painting me like I'm the villain.
What about all of those words, like 'he's just a friend'?
Oh God, what a load of bullshit..."
Don't be so in love with yourself
Don't be so in love with yourself
Don't be so in love with yourself cause I'm not
Don't you know I'm not
And we took off all out clothes
Had a lot of sex and then fell asleep
And when I finally awoke
I held him close and I whispered in his ear,
"Don't be so in love with yourself
Don't be so in love with yourself
Don't be so in love with yourself cause I'm not
Don't you know I'm not?"
And he said, "I know, don't you think I know?"
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"Music does not drag me down. Music lifts me up." - Frank Black |
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ramona
"FB Quote Mistress"
USA
3988 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 09:22:06
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And as for her dirty songs - I much prefer this one. Such a good girlie WANT song.
FUCK OR DIE -
I keep a close watch on this twat of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
And the condom on your dick's the tie that binds
Because you're mine
You're gonna sleep with me even if it kills you
You're gonna sleep with me even if we die
You're gonna sleep with me, better get used to it
There's no use in fighting because it's do it or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
You're going down on me even if it kills you
You're going down on me even if you die
You're going down on me, better get used to it
There's no use in fighting because it's do it or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
All that's left is to take off your clothes
And do it, do it, do it till you're bone dry
Do it till you're all worn out
Just do it, do it, do it till you're bone dry
Do it, there is no doubt
Do it, there is no doubt
I'm gonna give you head even if it kills you
I'm gonna give you head even if you die
I'm gonna give you head, better get used to it
There's no use in fighting because it's do it or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die
Fuck or die...
I keep a close watch on this twat of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
And the condom on your dick's the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line
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"Music does not drag me down. Music lifts me up." - Frank Black |
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TarTar
* Dog in the Sand *
1968 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 16:46:57
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The lyrics to "Fuck or Die" turned me on. Are there other female artists besides Liz Phair who are so sexually blunt and graphic? I mean, besides for acts where that's the whole point and it's kind of a gimmick.
"You're muckin' with a G here!" |
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
440 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2004 : 17:04:12
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I still think it's I don't know what I been told....
Liz Phair is a dork.
And my favorite lyrics ever would have to be the entire Animals Pink Floyd LP.
Hand held shower nozzles are the demon enemy of the patriarch and should be destroyed. |
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Carolynanna
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Canada
6556 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 09:01:01
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quote:
Originally posted by interloper
And my favorite lyrics ever would have to be the entire Animals Pink Floyd LP.
me too, (yes I am aware I always say that).
I still love haha charade you are.
But I really like this part in dogs
and its too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around. |
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Carolynanna
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Canada
6556 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 09:02:35
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quote:
Originally posted by TarTar
The lyrics to "Fuck or Die" turned me on. Are there other female artists besides Liz Phair who are so sexually blunt and graphic?
Early Polly Jean Harvey is pretty blunt. |
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mcmikey
= Cult of Ray =
799 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 09:09:26
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quote:
Originally posted by interloper
I still think it's I don't know what I been told....
not to start an argument or anything, but not according to this website: http://www.led-zeppelin.com/EMl4.html
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peace, I'm out |
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mcmikey
= Cult of Ray =
799 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 09:14:40
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quote:
Originally posted by interloper
I still think it's I don't know what I been told....
Liz Phair is a dork.
And my favorite lyrics ever would have to be the entire Animals Pink Floyd LP.
Hand held shower nozzles are the demon enemy of the patriarch and should be destroyed.
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peace, I'm out |
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
440 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 09:51:06
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Dang mikey, I can't argue with the hard Zeppelin facts.
Hand held shower nozzles are the demon enemy of the patriarch and should be destroyed. |
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