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She ran away from home in her mother's best coat

She was married before she was even entitled to vote

And her husband was one of those blokes

The sort who only laughs at his own jokes

The sort that a war takes away

And when there wasn't a war he left her anyway

Aloha,

Brad

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Lord take me home

To the peaceful valley

Down the winding river

To your city your soul

I've grown so tired

And my hearts grown heavy

To walk any longer

To your cities of gold

All my life I've loved for forgiveness

But I can never seem to get enough

All my life I've been rocked into the darkness

With a gun to my head

Trying to find a peaceful song

Trying to find a peaceful song

To sing when everything goes wrong

Till the peaceful valley calls me home

Up there in the clouds

In that glorious kingdom

Tell me there ain't nothing but an easy recline

Can I still smoke my cigarettes and have my coffee

Up there in heaven with a bottle of wine

Cause all my life, I've longed for forgiveness

But I can never seem to get enough

All my life I've been rushed into the darkness

With a gun to my head

Trying to find a peaceful song

Trying to find a peaceful song

To sing when everything goes wrong

Till the peaceful valley calls me home

Oh take me home to the peaceful valley

Down the winding river

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Don't call pretty peggy, she can't hear you no more

Don't leave no message 'round her back door.

They say the old laughing lady been here before

She don't keep time, she don't count score.

You can't have a cupboard if there ain't no wall.

You got to move there's no time left to stall.

They say the old laughing lady dropped by to call

And when she leaves, she leaves nothing at all.

See the drunkard of the village falling on the street.

Can't tell his ankles from the rest of his feet.

He loves his old laughing lady 'cause her taste is so sweet.

But his laughing lady's loving ain't the kind he can keep.

There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night.

There's a slipping on the stairway, just don't feel right

And there's a rumbling in the bedroom and a flashing of light

There's the old laughing lady, everything is all right.

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If I was unordinately different to what you say

I'd lie, oh I'd lie

If you could release me now

You know that I won't hesitate

To lie, I would lie

Bring it on, make it right

Bring it on into the light

Pick me up satellite

If it's wrong, make it right

If I lied and told you they were difficult or hard to take

I'd lie, I'd still lie

If you try to please me now

You know that I won't remonstrate

But lie I would lie

Bring it on, make it right

Bring it on, into the light

Pick me up, satellite

If it's wrong, make it right

We like quiet nights on the island

??Read by patterned stars round our head

We can reach new heights in this island

We're dragged slowly to our ?feet?

Bring it on, make it right

Bring it out, into the light

Pick me up, satellite

If it's wrong, make it right

Bring it on, make it right

Bring it out, into the light

Pick me up, satellite

If it's wrong, make it right

If I was inordinately different

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When the little bluebird

Who has never said a word

Starts to sing Spring

When the little bluebell

At the bottom of the dell

Starts to ring Ding dong Ding dong

When the little blue clerk

In the middle of his work

Starts a tune to the moon up above

It is nature that is all

Simply telling us to fall in love

And that's why birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in love

Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it

Even lazy jellyfish do it

Let's do it, let's fall in love

I've heard that lizards and frogs do it

Layin' on a rock

They say that roosters do it

With a doodle and cock

Some Argentines, without means do it

I hear even Boston beans do it

Let's do it, let's fall in love

When the little bluebird

Who has never said a word

starts to sing Spring spring spring

When the little bluebell

At the bottom of the dell

Starts to ring Ding ding ding

When the little blue clerk

In the middle of his work

Starts a tune

The most refined lady bugs do it

When a gentleman calls

Moths in your rugs they do it

What's the use of moth balls

The chimpanzees in the zoos do it,

Some courageous kangaroos do it

Let's do it, let's fall in love

I'm sure sometimes on the sly you do it

Maybe even you and I might do it

Let's do it, let's fall in love

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I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield

Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station

And the preacher said, "You know you always have the

Lord by your side"

And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran

Twenty red lights in his honor

Thank you Jesus, thank you lord

I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late

And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off

She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find

Much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner

A little bleary, worse for wear and tear

Was a girl with far away eyes

So if you're down on your luck

And you can't harmonize

Find a girl with far away

And if you're downright disgusted

And life ain't worth a dime

Get a girl with far away eyes

Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send

Ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus

Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California

And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio

And all my dreams would come true

So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl

Well, you know what kind of eyes she got

So if you're down on your luck

I know you all sympathize

Find a girl with far away eyes

And if you're downright disgusted

And life ain't worth a dime

Get a girl with far away eyes

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ELBOWS AND KNEES

You have two elbows

You have two knees

Perhaps you've wondered why you need these

They can be funny looking there is no doubt

But here's how elbows and knees can help you out

When you're going for a jog

Or hopping 'round like a great big frog

Your legs must bend to do things like these

What does the bending is your funny knees

When you want to scratch your back

Or swing a bat to give a ball a whack

There is one thing on which you can depend

You need your elbow and your arm to bend

Singing elbows and knees

Elbows and knees

It sure is handy to have some of these

So elbows and knees I'm recommending

When arms and legs got to do some bending

When arms and legs got to do some bending

Hanging down from a trapeze

You need your legs bending at the knees

To brush your teeth or to comb your hair

You must bend your elbow so your hand will get there

Singing elbows and knees

Elbows and knees

It sure is handy to have some of these

So elbows and knees I'm recommending

When arms and legs got to do some bending

Talking 'bout elbows and knees

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The good times are killing me.

Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.

Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?

Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads

who didn't like what I said.

The good times are killing me.

Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,

oh but what the hell did we say?

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.

Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.

Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.

I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.

The good times are killing me.

Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.

The good times are killing me.

Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.

The good times are killing me.

Get sucked in and stuck in late nights

with more folks that I don't know.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

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"I was fishin' by the side of the road,

Servin' up the bait for my lunch.

Along beside me came a mad horny toad,

Lookin' for some food he would munch.

So I grabbed the fish and tossed it in the lake,

Thinking he could eat what he earned.

And if I caught him I would cut him a break,

But if I didn't it was not my concern.

Jackpot!

And I got one.

Got me a sweet lookin' prize today,

Under the son of a gun it'll make you say,

Jackpot!

And I got an idea.

Got me a new kinda recipe,

I got the deal for the meal of the century.

I was walkin' by the side of the road,

Thinkin' I would cook me a meal.

Along beside me came a mad horny toad,

Lookin' for some food he would steal.

So I grabbed the fish and held it up high,

Knowin' toads are known for their jump.

then I looked the toad right in the thighs,

And noticed that they looked mighty plump.

Jackpot!

And I got one.

Got me a sweet lookin' prize today,

Under the son of a gun it'll make you say,

Jackpot!

And I got an idea.

Got me a new kinda recipe,

I got the deal for the meal of the century.

I was sittin' on a chair in my home,

Servin' up the legs for my friends.

They asked how I got chicken on such a small bone,

I told them it was simply a godsend.

The moral of the story is you don't ever know,

Who's going to want in on your fun.

And up to the porch came a guy I didn't know,

Offerin' up his money for some.

Jackpot!

And I got one.

Got me a sweet lookin' prize today,

Under the son of a gun it'll make you say,

Jackpot!

And I got an idea.

Got me a new kinda recipe,

I got the deal for the meal of the century."

-J. Gutwillig

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Oh help me, please doctor, I’m damaged

There’s a pain where there once was a heart

It’s sleepin, it’s a beatin’

Can’t ya please tear it out, and preserve it

Right there in that jar?

Oh help me, please mama, I’m sick’ning

It’s today that’s the day of the plunge

Oh the gal I’m to marry

Is a bow-legged sow

I’ve been soakin’ up drink like a sponge

Don’t ya worry, get dressed, cried my mother

As she plied me with bourbon so sour

Pull your socks up, put your suit on

Comb your long hair down,

For you will be wed in the hour

So help me, please doctor, I’m damaged

There’s a pain where there once was a heart

I’m sleepin, it’s a beatin’

Can’t ya please take it out, and preserve it

Right there in that jar?

I was tremblin’, as I put on my jacket

It had creases as sharp as a knife

I put the ring in my pocket

But there was a note

And my heart it jumped into my mouth

It read, darlin’, I’m sorry to hurt you.

But I have no courage to speak to your face.

But I’m down in virginia with your cousin lou

There be no wedding today.

So help me, please doctor, I’m damaged

You can put back my heart in it’s hole

Oh mama, I’m cryin’

Tears of relief

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Mexican Americans are named Chata and Chella and Chima

and have a son in law named jeff.

Mexican Americans don't like to get up early in the morning

but they have to so they do it real slow

While you were singing that song, I made up another, its the same, but a little different. It goes like this: (Start 12 bar blues on guitar)

"Beaners! Beaners!"

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worn out shoes and worn out blues

previously owned

door to door falling for

salvation army love

love comes and it's worn to pieces

salvation army love

salvation army love

retro hearts want what they've had

and it's salvation army love

salvation army love

if it's cheap then it's good so get it fast

and wear it to shreds like it's all you've had

into the closet of all time fads

oh no, it's too bad

she comes, worn to pieces

salvation army love

salvation army love

everyone wants what they've had

and it's salvation army love

salvation army love

if it's cheap then it's good so get it fast

and wear it to shreds like it's all you've had

into the closet of all time fads

oh no, it's too bad

are we all prisoners of our own clothes?

i'll wear you out, you wear me out

if it's cheap then it's good so you get it fast

cause we've all been owned, owned, owned, and disowned

salvation army love

salvation army love

salvation army love

salvation army love....

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If you walk away, I’ll walk away

First tell me which road you will take

I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day

So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way

And the future hangs over our heads

And it moves with each current event

Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain

Just stay in when it’s looking this way

And the moon’s laying low in the sky

Forcing everything metal to shine

And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case

They argue walk this way, no, walk this way

And Laura’s asleep in my bed

As I’m leaving she wakes up and says

“I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave

Baby don’t go away, come hereâ€

And there’s kids playing guns in the street

And ones pointing his tree branch at me

So I put my hands up I say “enough is enough,

If you walk away, I’ll walk awayâ€

And he shot me dead

I found a liquid cure

From my landlocked blues

It’ll pass away like a slow parade

It’s leaving but I don’t know how soon

And the world’s got me dizzy again

You think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin

And it only feels worse when I stay in one place

So I’m always pacing around or walking away

I keep drinking the ink from my pen

And I’m balancing history books up on my head

But it all boils down to one quotable phrase

If you love something, give it away

A good woman will pick you apart

A box full of suggestions for your possible heart

But you may be offended and you may be afraid

But don’t walk away, don’t walk away

We made love on the living room floor

With the noise in the background of a televised war

And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say

“If we walk away, they’ll walk awayâ€

But greed is a bottomless pit

And our freedom’s a joke

We’re just taking a piss

And the whole world must watch the sad comic display

If you’re still free start running away

Cause we’re coming for you!

I’ve grown tired of holding this pose

I feel more like a stranger each time I come home

So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame

Saying “let me walk away, pleaseâ€

You’ll be free child once you have died

From the shackles of language and measurable time

And then we can trade places, play musical graves

Till then walk away, walk away

So I’m up at dawn

Putting on my shoes

I just want to make a clean escape

I’m leaving but I don’t know where to

I know I’m leaving but I don’t know where to

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