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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
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 Posted - 02/03/2004 : 09:56:46
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Originally posted by Carolynanna
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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.
After a while, you can work on points for style, like the club tie, and a firm handshake....
No one touches Roger Waters in the seventies.
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mcmikey
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Posted - 02/03/2004 : 10:06:54
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Originally posted by interloper
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.
well, I dont think it's an OFFICIAL zeppelin site, so it's not necessarily fact
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Johnny Yen
= Cult of Ray =
USA
408 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 10:10:10
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Giant Sand: BOTTOM LINE MAN (off Chore Of Enchantment)
Swollen is the dark heart that seldom masters muster.
Happy is the hunger that still allows the flight of fluster.
Sorry is the soap star that cannot choose her next film...
It's tragic when the magic is as skinny as film
That's the bottom line, man.
She's the bottom line, man.
3 cheers for Madame Bottom Line.
Staring out the looking glass.
Lure lends light the luster
Even there on gray graffiti stone
Stone kicked clean by unknown duster
Never mind those hurry flurries
Or the icing of the air
Keep in touch with your feminine side
In case she loves you there.
And that's the bottom line, man.
She's the bottom line, man.
3 cheers for Madame Bottom Line.
When folks fall in love they are delivered to the unknown.
Fools that never fall are in love with the safety zone.
So you can end up all crippled up by those crazy seeds you've sown.
Therein lies the crux of the sweet flux of such irresistible moan.
That's the bottom line, man.
She's the bottom line, man.
3 cheers for Madame Bottom Line.
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
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Posted - 02/03/2004 : 10:12:04
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Originally posted by mcmikey
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Originally posted by interloper
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.
well, I dont think it's an OFFICIAL zeppelin site, so it's not necessarily fact
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peace, I'm out
Well, either way, it's "tight" as the kids say.
snicker...
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mun chien andalusia
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Italy
2139 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 10:45:00
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Dire Straits\Tunnel Of Love
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am
In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the night
I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love
It's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk
She said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this
It's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and say
Hey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love
Well it's been money for muscle another whirligig
Money for muscle and another girl I dig
Another hustle just to make it big
And rockaway rockaway
And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of the dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away
I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love
And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway
And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
Girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
 join the cult of errol\and you can have a beer\without having to quit smoking
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ramona
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USA
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Posted - 02/03/2004 : 15:03:52
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My two favorite Aimee Mann lyrics -
The Moth
The moth don't care when he sees the flame
he might get burned but he's in the game
and once he's in he can't go back, and
beat his wings 'til he burns them black
no the moth don't care when he sees the flame
no the moth don't care when he sees the flame
the moth don't care if the flame is real
cuz flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
and nothing fuels a good flirtation
like need and anger and desperation
no the moth don't care if the flame is real
no the moth don't care if the flame is real
So come on let's go ready or not
cuz there's a flame I know hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
away
the moth don't care if the flame burns low
cuz moth believes in an afterglow
and flames are never douzed completely
all you really need is a love of heat
no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low
no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low
So come on let's go ready or not
cuz there's a flame I know hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
away
SAVE ME
You look like - a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet
But can you - save me
Come on and - save me
If you could - save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell
Of the hunger strike
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
You struck me down a gradient
Like Peter Pan or Superman
You will come to save me
C'mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
C'mon and save me
Why don't you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
440 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 15:30:30
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Harry and Maggie - Swervedriver
I was born on a close street down a hill
The trees that line the street
Could sense the winter change
They felt the chill
They ducked and dived
And so we knew that they were alive
Until the year the silver rain came down
The trees turned mauve
And so did my hands
Oh, and the sound . . .
There was no sound and I'm freezing in the sun
Nobody cares to hide the dopeheads and the suicides
'Cause everyone freezes in the sun
I kicked around with Harry
Who lived near Salisbury Plain
He worked on the cathedral there every now and again
He worked with stone, carved with stone
Odd jobs on the telephone
One sunny day he was sent to the Houses of Parliament
chipping' away at the gargoyles
Under the blistering sun
He carved out "Maggie Sucks" on the backs of every one
And so in five-hundred years
There's gonna be some history here
After it all subsides in the sun
And it's fallin' away
Another year, another loon
A new pied piper calls the tune
So blow it up, watch it explode
Noah's ark on overload
Wrestle with the results and throw 'em round the ring
Everybody knows there ain't no rules in wrestling
The referee's a dupe
Who only old ladies and children believe
I'm getting up now to leave
I'll go back to that street someday
The air's better there anyway
Though the trees are still gonna freeze in the sun
And it's fallin' away
And I don't wanna know
I'm glad I don't know
What's draggin' it under
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NimrodsSon
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1938 Posts |
Posted - 02/03/2004 : 19:44:50
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here's a little song we all know with some excellent lyrics:
Sun she burns mean and big
I think I''ll go to Cafe Noir
Big screen turns me on
I''m gonna be a western star
How hard can it be?
I get my freon bingo
Inside your cool soft sarong
Rolling on the moquette
Inside a cul-de-sac kampong
How hard can it be?
How hard can it be?
When you''re a western star?
Shining and free
Don''t you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be?
And I said now
How hard can it be?
She''s so sentimental
She''s got my pictures in her head
The tool-man is in her dreams
I was lifted when she said
How hard can it be?
How hard can it be?
When you''re a western star?
Shining and free
Don''t you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be?
And I said now
How hard can it be?
Now he''s headed skyward
Standing up on piles of plywood
And all he thinks about is how he
Looks like Heroes-period Bowie
And his figure blocks the light
And he takes away the night
And he''s dancing to the new bolero
Yo soy un pistolero
I''m not shakin'' in my boots
I''m ruler of this moon, boy
So if you move I shoots
How hard can it be?
How hard can it be?
When you''re a western star?
Shining and free
Don''t you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be?
And I said now
How hard can it be? [x2]
How hard can it be ?
Dancing to the new bolero (x4)
 Join the Cult Of Gunn / and you'll never need a hair stylist again" |
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andyn
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169 Posts |
Posted - 02/04/2004 : 02:32:39
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Carolynanna
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Canada
6556 Posts |
Posted - 02/04/2004 : 09:08:51
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I thought Dave might like this one...
or maybe not, it reminds me more of a Texas Chainsaw kinda thing.
I’ll make a shoehorn out of your shin.
I’ll make a lampshade of durable skin.
And oh don’t you know that I am always feeling able,
When I’m sitting home and I’m carving out your naval.
I’m just a sittin here carvin out your naval.
When will I realize that this skin I’m in,
Hey it isn’t mine.
And when will the kill be too much meat for me,
To hide on….
Hey I could really use a couple of hands,
To complete one hell of a plant stand.
And oh don’t you know that I am caught here in the middle,
Making rib cages into coffee tables.
I’m just makin them into coffee tables.
And when will I realize that this skin I’m in,
Hey it isn’t mine.
And when will the thrill be too much meat from me,
To find anymore…
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tiredeyes
- FB Fan -
USA
69 Posts |
Posted - 02/04/2004 : 09:48:10
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child of the wind.....bruce cockburn
i love the pounding of hooves
i love engines that roar
i love the wild music of waves on the shore
and the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
love my sweet woman down to the core
there's roads and there's roads
and they call can't you hear it?
roads of the earth
and roads of the spirit
the best roads of all
are the ones that aren't certain
one of those is where you'll find me
till they drop the big curtain
hear the wind moan
in the bright diamond sky
these mountains are waiting
brown - green and dry
i'm too old for the term
but i'll use it anyway
i'll be a child of the wind
till the end of my days
little round planet
in a big universe
sometimes it looks blessed
sometimes it looks cursed
depends on what you look at obviously
but even more it depends on the way that you see
hear the wind moan
in the bright diamond sky
these mountains are waiting
brown-green and dry
i'm too old for the term
but i'll use it anyway
i'll be a child of the wind
till the end of my days |
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marigold
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Iceland
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Posted - 02/04/2004 : 14:10:20
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Here´s one by Nick Cave. He is so cool:
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said, "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses will you follow?"
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said "All beauty must die"
Lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
And then one by eels:
It's a motherfucker
Being here without you
Thinking 'bout the good times
Thinking 'bout the bad
And I won't ever be the same
It's a motherfucker
Getting through a Sunday
Talking to the walls
Just me again
But I won't ever be the same
I won't ever be the same
It's a motherfucker
How much I understand
The feeling that you need someone
To take you by the hand
And you won't ever be the same
You won't ever be the same |
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GoddessTheory
= Cult of Ray =
USA
675 Posts |
Posted - 02/04/2004 : 14:15:44
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benji
> Teenager of the Year <
New Zealand
3430 Posts |
Posted - 02/05/2004 : 03:47:25
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can't believe i had forgotten this one!
my favourite of all time..
the monologue at the beginning of 'dead flag blues' by Godspeed You! Black Emperor
the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
it went like this:
the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood
(written in 1997)
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 02/05/2004 : 06:47:40
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Good Morning, Captain
By Slint
(McMahon, Pajo, Brashear, Walford)
From the album Spiderland
"Let me in", the voice cried softly,
from outside the wooden door.
Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance,
Blood stained the icy wall of the shore.
"I'm the only one left. The storm, took them all",
He managed as he tried to stand.
The tears ran down his face.
"Please, it's cold."
When he woke, there was no trace of the ship.
Only the dawn was left behind by the storm.
He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him.
That rose, from the sea, to the door.
There was a sound at the window then.
The captain started, his breath was still.
Slowly, he turned.
From behind the edge of the windowsill,
There appeared the delicate hand of a child.
His face was flush and timid.
He stared at the captain through frightened eyes.
The captain reached for something to hold on to,
"Help me", he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet.
The boy's face went pale,
He recognized the sound.
Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow.
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house.
"I'm trying to find my way home."
"I'm sorry...
...and I miss you."
"I miss you.
I've grown taller now.
I want the police to be notified.
I'll make it up to you,
I swear, I'll make it up to you.
I miss you."
"Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen."/"Our house has seven doors, all are green...except one, which is yellow." |
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
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Posted - 02/05/2004 : 06:54:04
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SPIDERLAND!!!!
I love love love that record.
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
440 Posts |
Posted - 02/05/2004 : 06:59:37
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Mr. Fingers - Brainiac
I know how it feels when I need a disaster scenario i cannot have
my magic hand smacks me in the forehead and tells me i can be so bad
would you believe me if i said it was easy to file away my better half
lock me in a closet with my mittens on and watch me while i blow my stack
now come unlock me you skinny limbed blue black stick
nobody knows that i talk to my fingers
they tell me what i should not do
when i have no pain i stand on my hands and wait for the pain to come
i guess i'll have to give my finger puppets up
tell me if you want one mr. fingers i argue and look like a fool
get back in my pocket you're sketching my cool
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 02/05/2004 : 07:05:27
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Originally posted by interloper
SPIDERLAND!!!!
I love love love that record.
Sweet! How do you feel about Tweez? It was hard to choose which lyrics to put here. It's been too long since I listened to Slint. Now that we have all our music organized and I can find things again, I oughta go get it.
edit: Just saw your Brainiac lyrics -good stuff. 
Here's some other lyrics I love from Tweez - I'm not sure if they translate as well without the music and inflection.:
Carol
Past where the river bends.
Past where the silo stands.
Past where they paint the houses.
Past where they paint the houses.
Take away, something that you know.
The reason, that you're always there.
Use it, 'til you're through.
But remember, when the time comes,
You got to let go.
Past where the river bends.
Past where the silo stands.
Past where they paint the houses.
Past where they paint the houses.
"Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen."/"Our house has seven doors, all are green...except one, which is yellow." |
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 02/05/2004 : 07:51:51
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Damn, more beautiful Slint lyrics. Listened to this just now, and jebus but I forgot just how powerful and gorgeous this song is:
Washer
by Slint
(McMahon, Pajo, Brashear, Walford)
From the album Spiderland
goodnight my love
remember me as you fall to sleep
fill your pockets with the dust and the memories
that rises from the shoes on my feet
I won't be back here
Though we may meet again
I know it's dark outside
don't be afraid
everytime I ever cried from fear
was just a mistake that I made
Wash yourself in your tears
and build your church
on the strength of your faith
Please
Listen to me
don't let go
don't let this desperate moonlight leave me
with your empty pillow
promise me the sun will rise again
I too am tired now
embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep
my head is empty
my toes are warm
I am safe from harm
"Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen."/"Our house has seven doors, all are green...except one, which is yellow." |
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benji
> Teenager of the Year <
New Zealand
3430 Posts |
Posted - 02/05/2004 : 08:00:00
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i think spiderland is a fantastic record - better than tweez in my opinion.
also a huge fan of the for carnation - especially the last record - really beautiful.
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IceCream
= Quote Accumulator =
USA
1850 Posts |
Posted - 02/05/2004 : 21:17:28
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Not a fan of lyrics. The music is that which has importance, imo. But I do like these lyrics:
"Let Go" by Ben Foster
Too many paths to choose from; so many already gone.
Too many chances to worry about what's done.
I'm tired of playing it over inside my head as if I will forget.
Too many thoughts in my head about where I've been and where I'll go.
Too many fears in my mind I feel I must control
I can open my eyes and just be glad I'm here. My worries disappear.
And I have made choices that come back to haunt me. They always will.
I've seen nothing but emptiness in front of me for what seemed like years.
Just let go.
Too many thoughts in my head of where I've been and where I'll go.
Too many fears in my mind I feel I must control.
I can open my eyes and just be glad I'm here. My worries disappear .
Although I have done things of which I am not proud, I am not defined by anybody's accounts of a glimpse of my past, and my future's mine.
Just let go.
I know you can't find the words to describe what you feel. Please don't chase it down. You'll miss it while it's here. The reason you can't find words is because they don't exist. Please just sit here with me and experience the joy of life: a simple smile. Resist the urge to pin it down. Breathe deeply. Look inside yourself. The sun still shines in you as it always will. You already have everything you'll ever need now. Stand and walk. See things as new. You've just begun to change the world.
Just let go.
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ObfuscateByWill
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1887 Posts |
Posted - 02/06/2004 : 04:30:39
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For No One
(Lennon/McCartney)
Your day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all the words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you.
She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you.
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!
You want her, you need her
And yet you don't believe her when she said her love is dead
You think she needs you.
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!
You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him
Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be time when all the things she said will fill your head
You won't forget her.
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
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Posted - 02/06/2004 : 05:00:35
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Yeah, Tweez is good, but I think Spiderland is a masterpiece. The 10" EP is marginal. What a shame they didn't last longer than they did. I think that Slint is one of those bands that not a lot of people know about, but a horde of bands seems to sound a lot like. OK Computer still strikes me as a bit like it's been influenced by Slint.
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interloper
= Cult of Ray =
440 Posts |
Posted - 02/06/2004 : 05:02:25
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quote:
Originally posted by apl4eris
quote:
Originally posted by interloper
SPIDERLAND!!!!
I love love love that record.
Sweet! How do you feel about Tweez? It was hard to choose which lyrics to put here. It's been too long since I listened to Slint. Now that we have all our music organized and I can find things again, I oughta go get it.
edit: Just saw your Brainiac lyrics -good stuff.
Here's some other lyrics I love from Tweez - I'm not sure if they translate as well without the music and inflection.:
Carol
Past where the river bends.
Past where the silo stands.
Past where they paint the houses.
Past where they paint the houses.
Take away, something that you know.
The reason, that you're always there.
Use it, 'til you're through.
But remember, when the time comes,
You got to let go.
Past where the river bends.
Past where the silo stands.
Past where they paint the houses.
Past where they paint the houses.
"Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen."/"Our house has seven doors, all are green...except one, which is yellow."
Yeah, Brainiac. I miss Tim dearly.
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
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Posted - 02/06/2004 : 11:55:53
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I have to second anyone who wants to include Nick Cave, its all good.
How about these:
Elliot Smith - Waltz#2
First the mic then half a cigarette
Singing Cathy's clown
That's the man she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town
She appears composed, so she is, I suppose
Who can really tell
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
The Smiths - Frankly Mr Shankly
Frankly Mr Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way, but it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history
The Cure - Pictures Of You
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you,
That I almost believe that they're real,
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you,
That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel.
Remembering you standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close,
How I always hold close in your fear
Remembering you running, soft through the night,
you were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
And screamed at the make believe, screamed at the sky,
And you finally found all your courage to let it all go.
Beach Boys - God Only Knows
God only knows what I'd do without you.
Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah
I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music do you?
It goes like this, the first, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composed Hallelujah.
Baby I've been here before, I seen this room, I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march, its a cold, and its a broken hallelujah...
In fact, any song by any of these artists. I'll pick out a Nick Drake song for next time I post here.
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
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Posted - 02/06/2004 : 12:18:52
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 SPINAL TAP
"Big Bottom"
'The bigger the cushion
The sweeter the pushin'
Or so I have heard
The looser the wastband
The deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I want to sink her with my big torpedo
BIG BOTTOM, BIG BOTTOM, TALK ABOUT MUDFLAPS MY GIRLS GOT 'EM
BIG BOTTOM DRIVE ME OT OF MY MIND, HOW CAN I LEAVE THIS BEHIND?'
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Edited by - Carl on 02/06/2004 12:22:43 |
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