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Cult_Of_Frank
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Canada
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 Posted - 02/21/2006 : 09:11:25
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OK, we're working on a new interface for the Song DB. It won't be done for a while, but one of the things I need it to have as many cover images as possible.
Visit the song db:
http://www.frankblack.net/songs/db.asp
If you see one missing, please send me a copy.
However, this is not the class project. I'm looking to get lyrics to all the songs we have in there, and there are a surprising amount missing. I'm trying to do one a day, and if even a few of you could help with that, they'd all have lyrics in no time. :)
So, here are a few that are missing lyrics to get you started (for the complete list, browse the db:
One More Road:
Show Me Your Tears
Don't Clip Your Wings
Preacher's Daughter
Valley of Our Hope (My project for today)
A Dab'll Do Ya
Ludwigshaffen
Living On Soul (What the heck, I'll do this one too)
Misc
Sunday Sunny Mill Valley Groove Day
Ballad of Johnny Horton
...etc...
Mostly b-sides, and some already have a guitar tab so presumably you just have to take the tabelature out and post it. If you don't feel like it, no problem, I'm sure between Tre and I we'll get to them all sooner or later...
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The Holiday Son
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France
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Posted - 02/21/2006 : 09:27:45
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VALLEY OF OUR HOPE
Near to his conclusion
Even though he was a fusion
Man of cross-eyed rubies and ash upon the snow
Over and over he said "Woe,
Numbered are my days so let's go
Wonderful to make your kind intrusion"
Angling to get notice
Under dark skies of Van Nuys
Giving speeches though I knew him as the organist
Imploring with his eyes
Ever-offering a sweet kiss
Tu eres un oso de miel dorado ay yay yay
Here in the valley of our hope
Over the the hill of pain
May we always cling to the sight of each other
Enjoying all things Enjoying all things Enjoying all things Enjoying
all things
Eduardo he's a movie star
Delivered here by Savior's truck
Deliverance it was from bad, bad luck
Instead it's just one hand was struck
Eventually tore his finger so hard
Three limbs would serve the boyish star
Terrible screaming her
Underworld dreaming her
Lady was steaming her
Able assault
Better her vault
Eduardo's sister she is called
Lady of the secret place
Lies asleep within those walls
Escaping from my telephone calls
Countess of egyptian airspace
Number-crunching as she falls
Fortran in her tiny face
Here in the valley of our hope
Over the the hill of pain
May we always cling to the sight of each other
Enjoying all things Enjoying all things Enjoying all things Enjoying
all things
Pleased to see you once again
How about we get to be friends?
Occam's Razor we surely will obey
Every night we'll dance the dance
Never will I go away
I said never will I go away
Xanax if you really want
Count on us to keep you sane
The whole place is your haunt
Someday will you change the taunt
Of your old name that came
Five years in the flames
Cinder black is coming back
Underneath a sun that set
Believe me I have no regret
Believe me she will never lack
Yesiree she is come back
Sixteen tons and what do you get?
Here in the valley of our hope
Over the the hill of pain
May we always cling to the sight of each other
Enjoying all things Enjoying all things Enjoying all things Enjoying
all things
http://forum.frankblack.net/topic.asp?ARCHIVE=true&TOPIC_ID=69&whichpage=1 |
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The Holiday Son
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France
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Posted - 02/21/2006 : 09:33:02
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Don't Clip Your Wings
Now here comes sonny Jim
See he's raised up from the dead
Guess I'll end up just like him someone said
Always leaving town
And all that kind of thing Darlin'
Don't clip your wings
Don't love the ground
Don't clip your wings
'Cause I'm sure to let you down
Now I think of Cleopatra
Still the queen of the Nile
Barring her disaster
You got her smile
Now I hear the sound
Of a goddess start to sing
CHORUS 2X
A Dab'll Do Ya
Seven rough seas
They watched over me
Seven rough seas
And when I washed up
I gave it just one drop
A dab'll do ya
Seven lovelies-A dab'll do ya
They watched right over me-A dab'll do ya
Seven lovelies
And when I washed up
I gave it just one drop
A dab'll do ya (4X)
One just for my honey
Two for Mexico
One just for my honey
I'll give you three drops
You're ???
Preacher's Daughter
I knew a girl with four feet of hair
And her eyes they actually did shine bright
But she wouldn't have some vin ordinaire
I was nearly just out of her sight
You can't ever change her mind
No you can't save the preacher's daughter
And the lord knows I've been tryin' every day
I will never get through to you
Ah but honey if I do
I'll be singin' all the way
I'll be singin' all the way
Days in the sun they made her skin brown
And she grew up just like a rattan
She got so high and I was so down
She wanted a much taller man
CHORUS
I knew a boy who lay in the field
And he thought of another time
But now here I am and I can almost feel
Her legs pressed up next to mine
CHORUS
I'll be singin' all the way
Show Me Your Tears
Now that you are standing here
I feel a little weird
I start to brood and sneer
I gave you all I can
I used to be your man
I could beg but I demand
Show me your tears (3X)
Come on where's your heart man
Show me your tears (3X)
Come on where's your heart man
Show me your tears (3X)
I puked my guts
And you gave me a cheer
You said give me more
If you really can
Show me your tears (3X)
Come on where's your heart man
Show me your tears (3X)
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velvety
= Cult of Ray =
Portugal
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Posted - 02/21/2006 : 09:40:57
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 09:52:02
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Thanks, got Valley (everytime I look at the cleverness of the acrostic I remember why I love FB so much) and Living On Soul in there (check it out, I found some very interesting info that I don't think has been documented before) and will add those now. Thanks guys.
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matto
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USA
943 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 09:59:33
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 10:09:48
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Alright, and got those too. Thanks againly. Also, Tre had done the lyrics up for SSMVGD so posted that too.
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
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Cult_Of_Frank
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Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 11:38:13
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I suppose I should clarify my previous post by saying that I found some interesting info about Living On Soul, not Valley of Our Hope. Thomas discovered the Valley stuff.
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 11:40:39
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Village Of The Sun.
Well iv been hangin’ downside up
Feelin’ really banged up
Wishing everybody would shut up
In the village of the sun
Oh, its more than just a little bit loud
And ill be more than just a little bit proud
To think that the opinions of rocks and of clouds
Would even give us recognition
Oh an echo it decays *
I hear a sound it is delayed
And I know that help is on the way
To the village of the sun
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To ???????? *
Is it the intention of that child
To be a bastard in the wild
Eventually move to his invention
Like the invention of a canon
Of course a canon makes a ruckus
Or like the lady in that circus
Oh we could try and ???? *
Right out the village of the sun
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To ??????????? *
Well maybe I have said enough
And I wasn’t trying to be all funny
And I wasn’t trying to be all tough
I’m almost done
Does it matter what I say
Or for that matter what say it be *
And aint that the way
In the village af the sun
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To ???????? * (repeat)
*:not sure what these lines are.
can anyone help?
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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fbc
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 02/21/2006 : 11:43:04
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Released by Play It Again Sam in BeNeLux (170.9001.22).
Also released by Rough Trade in Germany on promo cd single (RTD 120.1893.3) and on promo 12" as «Freedom Rock» (RTD 199.1893.0).
NONFB18 (1993): Los Angeles [CAD3004], Ten Percenter [CAD3004]
Numbered released from France
FB1 (1993): Los Angeles [CAD3004], Fu Manchu [CAD3004], Old Black Dawning [CAD3004], Ten Percenter [CAD3004]
Promo release in a clear plastic sleeve.
Oops! sorry. i think i'm supposed to be sending these to you. my bad. |
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 11:45:07
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if theres anymore i can do just say.
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 12:00:43
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Will give it a listen and see if I can figure out that chorus, thanks Marsist. And I'll look at that art later FBC, thanks (can't view Flickr from work).
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
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Cult_Of_Frank
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Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 12:16:21
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Gave it a listen, not saying I'm right, but worth comparing the differences. Very difficult to make some of the words out (Why is it so hard to make things out?):
Village Of The Sun.
Well I've been hanging downside up
Feeling really banged up
Wishing everybody would shut up
In the village of the sun
Well, its more than just a little bit loud
But I'll be more than just a little proud
To think that the opinions of rocks and of clouds
Would even give us recognition
Oh I echo it decays
I hear a sound it is delayed
And I know that help is on the way
To the village of the sun
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To owl to be (?)
Is it the intention of that child
To be a bastard in the wild
Eventually move to his inventions
Like the invention of a cannon
Of course a canon makes a ruckus
Or like the lady in that circus
Oh we could try and maybe fly us
Right out the village of the sun
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To an owl to be (?)
But maybe I've said enough
And I wasn’t trying to be all funny
And I wasn’t trying to be all tough
I’m almost done
Doesn't matter what I say
Or for that matter what sayeth thee
And ain't that the way
In the village af the sun
To the powers that be
To the powers that be
To an owl to be (repeat)
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 12:17:13
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Dirty Old Town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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The Holiday Son
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France
1995 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 12:24:19
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Village of the Sun -> http://forum.frankblack.net/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=15380
HATE ME
Hate me
My jacket's not right
Hate me
??? tonight
Hate me
My shirt is shitty
Hate me
And you hate my slacks
You don't even like me
I got my money
I've been here standing in line
Am I so funny ?
Standing here all the time
Hate me
My jacket's not right
Hate me
??? tonight
Hate me
My shirt is shitty
Hate me
And you hate my slacks
Damn, you don't even like me
I've got my money
I've been here standing in line
What is so funny ?
Just standing here in this line
Hate me
My shirt is shitty
Hate me
Yeah I combed my hair
It's still not pretty
Hate me
Hate me
Ooh, hate me
Hate me
What, you don't like my slacks ?
Oh, I see
JUMPING BEANS
When I was just a boy
My Daddy gave me a special something
Then he explained about the toy
No they can't go
No although they're jumping
No they can't go
No although they're jumping
Now time and space began to squirm
And that squirm turned into bumping
I once did hear a worm
No they can't go
No although they're jumping
No they can't go
No although they're jumping
And though they may not understand
They feel the burning in my hand
And jumping beans are like no other
Them jumping beans are like no other
I put the beans in my shirt pocket
So close to my heart that is pumping
I'd even take them in a rocket
But I can't go
No although I'm jumping
No I can't go
No although I'm jumping
And though they may not understand
They feel the burning in my hand
And jumping beans are like no other
Yeah them jumping beans are like no other
No they can't go
No although they're jumping
No they can't go
No although they're jumping
JUST A LITTLE
I can't stay
Yes I know
You know I
Hate to go
But goodbye
Love was sweet
Ours can
Never meet
And I cry just a cause I love you so
And I die just a cause I have to go away
Can't you see
How I feel
When I say
Love's unreal
So goodbye
It's been sweet
Even though incomplete
And I cry just a cause I love you so
And I die just a cause I have to go away
Every night
I still hear
All your sighs
Very clear
Now love's gone
Gone away
As I once heard you say
And I cry just a cause I love you so
And I die just a cause I have to go away
YOU NEVER HEARD ABOUT ME
I had heard nobody singing
And I had heard no rock n' roll
It was the kind of my upbringing
That's right
Now maybe you will see
You never heard about me
About me
Well you can write a novel
And you can theorize
You can want me something awful
That's right
Money-back guarantee
You never heard about me
About me
Well I heard nobody singing
And I heard no rock n' roll
And I do not get the meaning
That's right
Absolutely definitely
You never ever heard about me
About me
Man of Steel
Under the stars each night,
I wonder if stairs go there?
I'm lonely driving behind the wheel,
Can't get nowhere.
I can't seem to get it right.
I'm only just a man of steel.
Is there a place?
And under the stars tonight,
I wonder if someone cares.
I'm lonely, that's the way I feel
Can't feel no stairs.
I've gotten a real ad-heist
I'm only just a man of steel.
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 12:45:02
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Thanks guys, added all those 'cept Hate Me:
It sounds like but probably isn't:
Hate me
My jacket's not right
Hate me
And my (fountain head) ????
And my shoes are black tonight
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
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The Holiday Son
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France
1995 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 13:31:49
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quote:
Originally posted by Cult_Of_Frank
It sounds like but probably isn't:
And my (fountain head) ????
And my shoes are black tonight
It might be :
And my thousand hairs
And my shoes are bad tonight
Btw, it could be based on a true story (or Frank was joking) :
From the 94 Solo Show posted on dimeadozen a couple weeks ago :
"I tried to go to a club the other night, they wouldn't let me in.
Because of the way I looked.
Imagine that !"
http://s58.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2WCXQOX0NATU11APPAR1YHUDX2 |
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 13:39:40
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Fountain head makes a lot more sense that thousand hairs. :P
I like that explanation, fits nicely! I'll check out the interview @ home.
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
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IceCream
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USA
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Posted - 02/21/2006 : 13:52:58
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| Where the feces is Frank Black Francis on the database? |
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The Holiday Son
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The Holiday Son
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France
1995 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 14:04:16
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This Is Where I Belong
I can’t think of a place I’d rather be.
The whole wide world doesn’t mean so much to me,
For this is where I belong,
This is where I belong.
Tell me now if you want me to stay.
It don’t matter, ’cause I’d stay here anyway.
For this is where I belong,
This is where I belong.
Well, I ain’t gonna wander,
Like the boy I used to know.
He’s a real unluckly fella,
And he’s got no place to go.
I won’t search for a house upon a hill.
Why should I when I’d only miss you still,
For this is where I belong,
This is where I belong.
This is where I belong.
Duke of Earl
As I walk through this world
Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl
And you, you're my girl
And no one can hurt you, oh no
Yes I'm gonna love you
Nothing can stop me now
Cause I'm the Duke of Earl
And when I hold you
You will be my Duchess, the Duchess of Earl
We'll walk through my dukedom
And the paradise we will share
Yes I,
Oh, I'm gonna love you
Come on let me hold you darlin
Cause I'm the Duke of Earl
BETTER THINGS
Here's wishing you the bluest sky
And hoping something better comes tomorrow
Hoping all the verses rhyme
And the very best of choruses too
Follow up the doubt and sadness
I know that better things are on their way
Here's hoping all the days ahead
Won't be as bitter as the ones behind you
Be an optimist instead
And somehow happiness will find you
Look what happened yesterday,
I know that better things are on their way
It's really good to see you rocking out and having fun
Living like you've just begun
Accepting life for what it brings
I hope tomorrow you'll find better things
I know tomorrow you'll find better things
Here's wishing you the bluest sky
And hoping something better comes tomorrow
Hoping all the verses rhyme
And the very best of choruses too
Follow up the doubt and sadness
I know that better things are on their way
I know you gotta let the good things happen
You've got the head
The past is gone and so they said
Here's to what the future brings
I know tomorrow you'll find better things
HANDYMAN
Hey girls gather round
Because of what I am putting down
Oh baby I'm your handyman
I'm not the kind to use a pencil or rule
I'm handy with the love and I'm not no fool
I fix broken hearts
I know I really can
If your broken heart needs repair
I am the man to see
I'll whisper sweet things
You'll tell all your friends
And they'll come running to me
Here is the main thing I want to say
I'm busy twenty-four hours a day
I fix broken hearts
I know I really can
If your broken heart needs repair
I am the man to see
I'll whisper sweet things
You'll tell all your friends
And they'll come running to me
Here is the main thing I want to say
I'm busy twenty-four hours a day
I fix broken hearts
I know I really can
THE JACQUES TATI
I Got a brand new walk
Make you real happy
So let's declare it a dance
It's called the Jacques Tati
Jacques Tati
Dance the Jacques Tati
You kind of lean your head
You kind of get on your toes (Peel Session)
/ Look out watch out for that post (Black Session)
Try to take big steps
And when you start to coast
Take a look on down at nothing in particular
?? (Lean ?)
Dance the Jacques Tati
You gotta move real fast
There is a certain flow
And all the people you pass
Will try and smile hello (peel session)
/ Will try and say hello (black session)
Cause it's a lame old world
Where the future meets the past
Stuck out here in traffic
On the road to the ??
Dance the Jacques Tati
Now all the steel and glass
Don't let it bother you
Cause there's a lot of laughs
All within the view
Now I'm not saying there's nothing
You can't do you can you can
Dance the Jacques Tati
Now we must all try and understand
The films of Jacques Tati, so
So let's declare it a dance
And carry on the legacy
Dance the Jacques Tati
I Got a brand new walk
Make you real happy yeah
Dance the Jacques Tati
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oh and I guess FBF is a Pixies release. |
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 14:36:01
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Heh, Holiday Son, was being facetious/sarcastic, I knew it wasn't fountain head even when I typed it.
You're a bloody machine, man! I'll get to these when I get home tonight, thanks again for all the help.
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
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The Holiday Son
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France
1995 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 15:14:03
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quote:
You're a bloody machine, man!
Well, I didn't transcript them all.
Just researched (google, fb.net and "on the 8th day") and corrected them.
Some minor mistakes might remain.
And Jacques Tati still needs some help on a couple of lines. |
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peter radiator
= Cult of Ray =
USA
649 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 15:16:24
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"My shoes are BAD tonight" sounds correct to me, and fits in with the "my shirt is shitty" bit.
The "thousand hairs" actually sounds correct from the live clip provided.
~ Peter Radiator
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peter radiator
= Cult of Ray =
USA
649 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 15:26:25
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It's been a while since I heard "Living On Soul" (most of my life is in storage), but if memory serves, a few suggestions for the lyrical transcription (these of course may be incorrect):
I always heard "He`s got a new loin cloth" as "He's got a neutron clock." While it's more of a rhyne than a rhyme, I thought it tied in with the nuclear bomb theme (as in an Atomic Clock).
I also always heard "Like your Bikini Atoll" as "like THE Bikini Atoll", and "They're gonna atomize you" as "WE'RE gonna atomize you," and "Though you were so chow chow" as "so CHOP CHOP," which does complete the rhyme.
I secretly wished for this song to be about Burstyn, Ellen Burstyn.
~ Peter Radiator
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Cult_Of_Frank
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Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 15:59:26
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Could it be "my shoes aren't black tonight?". That might fit in better with the whole theme of being denied entrance, I've been almost asked to leave for wearing white shoes/runners. I'm gonna' listen now that I'm home and see if I can find something in the myriad versions I have of it here.
I will listen closely to your suggestions for Living On Soul, Jim, and look at Jaques Tati after that. Now it's time for dinner.
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 16:09:08
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my thousand hairs
my shoes are bad tonite
sounds good to me
listen to a live version its good to hear a different performance of the song to pick up the lyrics
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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The Marsist
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Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 16:24:36
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some bowie covers:
Fashion
There's a brand new dance
But I don't know its name
That people from bad homes
Do again and again
It's big and it's bland
Full of tension and fear
They do it over there but we don't do it here
(CHORUS)
Fashion! Turn to the left
Fashion! Turn to the right
Oooh, fashion!
We are the goon squad
And we're coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - don't listen to me
Talk to me - don't talk to me
Dance with me - don't dance with me, no
Beep-beep
There's a brand new talk,
But it's not very clear
That people from good homes
Are talking this year
It's loud and tasteless
And I've heard it before
You shout it while you're dancing
On the whole dance floor
Oh bop, fashion
(CHORUS)
Listen to me - don't listen to me
Talk to me - don't talk to me
Dance with me - don't dance with me, no
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Scary Monsters
She had an horror of rooms
she was tired
you can't hide beat
When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home
She could've been a killer
if she didn't walk the way she do,
She opened strange doors
that we'd never close again
She began to wail jealousies scream
Waiting at the light know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
She asked me to stay
and I stole her room
She asked for my love
and I gave her a dangerous mind
Now she's stupid in the street
and she can't socialise
Well I love the little girl
and I'll love her till the day she dies
She wails
Jimmy's guitar sound
jealousies scream
Waiting at the light know what I mean
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
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Posted - 02/21/2006 : 17:28:34
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Originally posted by IceCream
Where the feces is Frank Black Francis on the database?
LOL. Somewhere. Hidden. In the secret database. :)
Yeah, that's a very good question. Will put that in as soon as I finish these songs. Thanks for spotting that, there are probably some single/eps missing but I can't see everything nor can Tre, so keep your sharp eyes pointed that direction.
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." |
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11674 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 18:09:00
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OK, posted Hate Me, I agree with you guys on the lyrics now that I'm home.
Posted Jumping Beans, minor lyric mods (No they can't go / Nowhere though they're jumping)
Posted This Is Where I Belong
Posted Duke of Earl
Posted Better Things
Posted/finished Jacques Tati
Changed Living On Soul (chop-chop)
Added the two Bowie covers (neither of which I've heard, so pasted as is)
Next up: FrankBlackFrancis and looking at the artwork FBC
- FBF isn't in there because the db doesn't cover the Pixies tunes, at least not for the moment. Perhaps we'll change that, but not me not now, if I keep going I'm going to burn myself out. And then I'm even more useless than usual. :)
Oh yeah, artwork:
Added Speedy Marie (the LA one is already in there, go to the bottom where it lists other versions).
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Daisy Girl
~ Abstract Brain ~
Belize
5305 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2006 : 21:01:17
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| Thanks for starting this COF and everyone for helping. As soon as things get less busy, I'd love to pitch in. :) |
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Sam
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
511 Posts |
Posted - 02/22/2006 : 03:32:33
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| wow, first time i've ever read the Valley of out hope lyrics, absolutely amazing imagery. Bob Dylan like in construction with great meloday and a hilarious acrostic aswell. Long live the king. |
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/22/2006 : 09:36:23
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i noticed in the song database that coming to los angles wasnt there. i dnt know if it was excluded for a reason but if you just over looked it by accident and want the lyrics:
Coming To Los Angeles
by Arlo Gutherie
Coming in from London
From over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chickens flying everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer?
CHORUS:
Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walking in the hall with his things and all
Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger
CHORUS
Hip woman walking on a moving floor
Tripping on the escalator
There's a man in the line
And she's blowing his mind
Thinking that he's already made her
CHORUS
Coming in from London
From over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chickens flying everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer?
CHORUS
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/22/2006 : 10:20:10
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John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Wrote the book of the seven seals
God came down in the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
He refused to answer
He was naked and ashamed
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Wrote the book of the seven seals
God had twelve apostles
Three, they went away
He said walk with me when I walks
Till I go yonder and pray
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Christ came out on the Easter morn’
Mary and Mark were there to see
He said go tell my disciples to meet me in Galilee
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Tell me who's that writing (john the revelator)
Wrote the book of the seven seals
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/22/2006 : 10:48:23
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Changing of the gaurds
by: bob dylan
Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said,
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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The Marsist
= Cult of Ray =
Ireland
730 Posts |
Posted - 02/22/2006 : 10:50:28
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i was trying to do big bang theory but couldnt get the lyrics this is my half assed attepmt i dont know how much is right or wrong, and its only half the song
Mike Watt takes a step
While the news travel by
Time for further cigarettes *
Ashes tumble
Cant remember what was said
I just heard trouble *
Never bothered to know
The end of the road
And we all looked down
Before we look around
At the big bang theroy
The big bang theroy
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
-Beck
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Frank Black Class Project
