Random Lyric Thread

[meggo]

ahhhh... the ever so kind davey boy burned me the ice cream truck yesterday and i had a thorough day of enjoyment today.. love that song.

this one always strikes a chord with me too... (pardon the pun)

One of these days,

I'm gonna sit down

and write a long letter

To all the good friends I've known

And I'm gonna try

And thank them all

for the good times together.

Though so apart we've grown.

One of these days,

I'm gonna sit down

and write a long letter

To all the good friends I've known

One of these days,

one of these days,

one of these days,

And it won't be long, it won't be long.

And I'm gonna thank,

That old country fiddler

And all those rough boys

Who play that rock 'n' roll

I never tried to burn any bridges

Though I know I let some good things go.

One of these days,

I'm gonna sit down

and write a long letter

To all the good friends I've known

One of these days,

one of these days,

one of these days,

And it won't be long, it won't be long.

From down in L.A.

All the way to Nashville,

From New York City

To my Canadian prairie home

My friends are scattered

Like leaves from an old maple.

Some are weak, some are strong.

One of these days,

I'm gonna sit down

and write a long letter

To all the good friends I've known

One of these days,

one of these days,

one of these days,

And it won't be long, it won't be long.

One of these days,

one of these days,

one of these days,

And it won't be long, it won't be long.

(the omnipotent neil)

[hamilton]

You will not be able to stay home, brother.

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.

You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,

Skip out for beer during commercials,

Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox

In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.

The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon

blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John

Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat

hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the

Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie

Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.

The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.

The revolution will not make you look five pounds

thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May

pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,

or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.

NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32

or report from 29 districts.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down

brothers in the instant replay.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down

brothers in the instant replay.

There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being

run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.

There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy

Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and

Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving

For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville

Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and

women will not care if Dick finally gets down with

Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people

will be in the street looking for a brighter day.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock

news and no pictures of hairy armed women

liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.

The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,

Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom

Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message

about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.

You will not have to worry about a dove in your

bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.

The revolution will not go better with Coke.

The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.

The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,

will not be televised, will not be televised.

The revolution will be no re-run brothers;

The revolution will be live.

[StoneMtn]

I'm so bored with the U.S.A.

I'm so bored with the U.S.A.

I'm so bored with the U.S.A.

But what can I do?

[Paan]

He's a fairy feller

Ah ah the fairy folk have gathered

Round the new moon's shine

To see the feller crack a nut

At night's noon time

To swing his axe he swears

As he climbs he dares

To deliver the master stroke

Ploughman wagoner will' and types

Politician with senatorial pipe

He's a dilly dally oh

Pedagogue squinting wears a frown

And a satyr peers under lady's gown

He's a dirty fellow

What a dirty laddie-oh

Tatterdemalion and the junketer

There's a thief and a dragonfly trumpeter

He's my hero ah

Fairy dandy tickling the fancy

Of his lady friend

The nymph in yellow (can we see the master stroke)

What a quaere fellow

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Soldier sailor tinker tailor ploughboy

Waiting to hear the sound

And the arch magician presides

He is the leader

Oberon and Titania watched by a harridan

Mab is the queen and there's a good apothecary man

Come to say hello

Fairy dandy tickling the fancy

Of his lady friend

The nymph in yellow

What a quaere fellow

The ostler stares with hands on his knees

Come on mister feller

Crack it open of you please

[Esau]

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

[guigsy]

i've had unprotected sex tons of times

i've never broken out in hives

i've never gotten anyone pregnant

i've never ruined any lives.

[Super Freak]

We have trusted no man's promise,

We have kept to just ourselves;

We have suffered from the lies

In all the books upon your shelves

And our patience and endurance

Through the Burning Times and now

Have given us the strength

To keep our vow.

We won't wait any longer

We are stronger than before

We won't wait any longer

We are stronger

You have grazed away the heather

And have razed the sacred grove;

You have driven native peoples

From the places that they love.

Though your greed has been unbounded,

You have felt the pangs of shame

Every time you trod

Upon the Mother's name.

Though you thought you had destroyed

The memory of the Ancient Way,

Still the people light the bale fires

Every year on solstice day.

And on Beltane Eve and Samhain

You can find us on the hill

Invoking once again

The Triple Will.

Through the ages many races

Have risen and have gone,

But dispersed among the nations

Of the world we linger on.

Now the time has come to take

The sacred Cauldron of Rebirth

And fulfill our ancient

Pledges to the earth.

[shitidiot]

come on eileen!

[Esau]

I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

and a Black Crow snuck through

a hole in the sky

so I spent all my buttons on an

old pack mule

and I made me a ladder from

a pawn shop marimba

and I leaned it up against

a dandelion tree

I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

whittle you into kindlin'

Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six

[Guest Low Roller]

She's Gone

by Eric Clapton

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the day,

She can make me feel all right and make it all okay.

She can make me feel so good by looking in my eye.

She can take me to the edge, take me to the sky.

She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.

I'm telling you she's gone.

She put her hands in my hair, put her kiss on my face.

She puts my heart in my mouth, my soul in its place.

Who could love me like she do? Who could even start to try?

She can love me more than you; I never wonder why.

She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.

I'm telling you she's gone.

She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.

I'm telling you she's gone.

Like a shadow in the dark, like a ripple on a stream,

I see her float across my mind like a picture in a dream.

And the more that I know, seems the more that I care.

Give the world and all I own just to know that she's still there.

Like a shadow in the dark, like a ripple in a stream,

But you're floating on my mind.

She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.

I'm telling you she's gone.

She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.

I'm telling you she's gone.

[guigsy]

.............

[guigsy]

Old man thunder, sound of thunder

Broan sh' brazh daunn oh!

Birndi sihnn, gone d fir d'sau

The munth of funth

Gonna rundowntown, d'sau

[Esau]

He lives his life, he's living it fast,

Don't try to hide when the dice have been cast,

He rides a whirlwind that cuts to the bone,

Loaded forever and righteously stoned,

On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,

Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life

[backbacon]

Lax

~Ed McGee

I was out on a raft

on my buddy's pond,

I was flat on my back,

I was lost in a song.

My friends jumped around,

the raft wasn't wide,

it started to tilt,

I slipped off the side.

he rolls into the water

sinks slow-mo with a grin

sees these patterns all around him

the waves, the sun, the shadows

ignores the air he's trapped within

he sunk to the bottom

and thus he was blessed

because he was lax

I was walking one night,

I was headed to town,

I was moving too fast,

and not looking down.

One brick on the road,

stuck up from the rest,

it tripped me up good

and thus I was blessed.

would you acquiesce as he did?

would you slip into the calm?

sounds once loud are muffled

that's the compromise of depth

that's to be, but not belong

he sunk to the bottom

and thus he was blessed

because he was lax

So here I am again,

dropped down below

the sweet breath of zen.

I skipped the big parade

and watched my friends

promenade.

And then when I return,

I am remade,

I have relearned

the peace that counteracts

and soothes the burn,

and I relax.

So I'm down looking up,

people swimming around,

or laid out on my back

on my way to town.

With this view of the trees

I am suddenly calm

and with that I rise

up to where I belong.

(he rose up later breathing

there was no foolish scheme

succumbing, lax and sinking

and thoughtless as the water

he found the peace in him redeemed)

he sunk to the bottom

and thus he was blessed

because he was lax

[Esau]

intro

...Falling in and out of love

Falling in and out of love with you

Don't know what I'm gonna do

I keep falling in and out of love with you...

I can see why you think you belong to me

I never tried to make you think or make you see one thing for yourself

But now you're off with someone else and I'm alone

You see I thought I might keep you for my own

Amie, what you wanna do

I think I could stay with you

For a while maybe longer if I do

Don't you think the time was right for us to find

All the things we thought weren't proper could be in time

And can't you see which way we should turn together or alone

I can never see what's right or what is wrong

Don't you take too long to tell me

Amie, what you wanna do

I think I could stay with you

For a while maybe longer if I do

Amie, what you wanna do

I think I could stay with you

For a while maybe longer if I do

Now just come to what you want you've had your way

And all the things you thought before just faded into gray

And you can say that I don't know if it's you or if it's me

If it's one of us I'm sure we both will see

Won't you look at me and tell me

Amie, what you wanna do

I think I could stay with you

For a while maybe longer if I, longer if I do

Amie, what you wanna do

I think I could stay with you

For a while maybe longer if I do

outro

...I keep falling in and out of love with you

Falling in and out of love with you

Don't know what I'm gonna do

I keep falling in and out of love with you, ooh...

[StoneMtn]

Please give me orders.

Tell me what to do.

I'm just waiting for orders from you.

Gee how will I know what to do with my life?

If you don't tell me I'll never get to say:

I don't have to.

I don't have to.

I'm not going to.

I'm not going to.

I don't have to so I'm gonna take your world and trash it; trash it.

[Esau]

Rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama anyway way you feel

Hey,Mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind & the rain

Rock me mama like a south bound train

Hey,Mama rock me

Headed down south to the land of the pines

And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline

Starin' up the road

And pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours

Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers

And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh

I can see my baby tonight

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama anyway you feel

Hey mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a south-bound train

Hey mama rock me

Runnin' from the cold up in New England

I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband

My baby plays the guitar

I pick a banjo now

Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now

Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave

But I ain't a turnin' back

To livin' that old life no more

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama anyway you feel

Hey mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a south-bound train

Hey mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke

I caught a trucker out of Philly

Had a nice long toke

But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap

To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun

I hear my baby callin' my name

And I know that she's the only one

And if I die in Raleigh

At least I will die free

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama anyway you feel

Hey mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a south-bound train

Hey mama rock me

[Fuckholes]

Love that "wagon wheel". Thx Gregore.

[bradm]

I'm gonna build a ladder

To escape the sound

Of the Earth

Chewing with its mouth open wide

I'm gonna build a ladder

And climb up to higher ground

Gotta get there

'fore the land begins to slide

Aloha,

Brad

[Stapes]

I can hear the turning of the key

I've been deceived by the clown inside of me

I thought that he was righteous but he's vain

Something's telling me, I wear the ball and chain.

My patron saint is fighting with a ghost

He's always off somewhere when I need him most.

The Spanish moon is rising on the hill

But my heart is telling me, I love you still.

I come back to the town from the flaming moon,

I see you in the street, I begin to swoon.

I love to see you dress before the mirror

Won't you let me in your room one time, before I disappear.

Everybody's wearing a disguise

To hide what they've got left behind their eyes

But me I can't cover what I am

Wherever the children go, I'll follow them.

I can't play the game no more, I can't abide

By their stupid rules which get me sick inside.

They've been made by men who've given up the search,

Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church.

I march in the parade of liberty

But as long as I love you I'm not free.

How long must I suffer such abuse?

Won't you let me see you smile, before I cut you loose.

Send out for St John the Evangelist,

All my friends are drunk, they can be dismissed.

My head says that it's time to make a change,

But my heart is telling me, I love you but you're strange.

So step lightly darling near the wall.

Put on your heavy make-up, wear your shawl.

Won't you descend from the throne from where you sit

Let me feel your love one more time, before I abandon it

[Tonberry]

...let's go a way for a while

you and i

to a strange and distand land

where they speak no word of truth

and we don't understand anyway...

[Esau]

Self denial upon which I stand

Savior confused and full of bugs

The precious blood so sweetly pouring

Into this broken home.

I’m going there to meet my patron

My aging twin of sacrilege

Whose consequences shall not forsake me

Beseeching anger and tainted lips

[guigsy]

It's so hard for me now

But I'll make it somehow,

Though I know I'll never be the same.

Won't you ever change your ways,

It's so hard to make love pay

When you're on the losing end,

And I feel that way again.

[Esau]

Angst on the planks, spittin' from a bridge

Just to see how far down it really is

Robbing a bank, jumping from a train

Old antiques a man alone can entertain

It takes all your power

To prove that you don't care

I'm not Cordelia, I will not be there

Tin can man, dragging from a car

Just to see how alive you really are

Marrying words, falling in your wake

Just to tell what you can't eliminate

Treading the boards, screaming out Macbeth

Just to see how much bad luck you really get

Jump in the ring with your hidden cape

The bull can't decide what it is that he really hate

Angst on the planks, spittin' from a bridge

Just to see how far down it really is

Robbing a bank, jumping from a train

Old antiques a man alone can entertain

Thief lingers on, on his hands and knees

Must be one more thing here, I really need

Die in your dreams, falling on your knife

A thief blinded on the job, has to steal for life

[guigsy]

Well now, ev’rything dies, baby, that’s a fact

But maybe ev’rything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in atlantic city