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Best ever lyrics
"I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool Everyone's got their chains to break Holdin' you Were you born to resist or be abused? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?" |
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I rode a tank
Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank |
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I like to singy singy singy
Like a bird on a wingy wingy wingy.
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By far the best Lyrics ever in a song ..pure poetry
Well, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind, Four that wanna own me, Two that wanna stone me, One says she's a friend of mine Take It easy, take it easy Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy Lighten up while you still can don't even try to understand Just find a place to make your stand and take it easy Well, I'm a standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona and such a fine sight to see It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford slowin' down to take a look at me Come on, baby, don't say maybe I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me We may lose and we may win though we will never be here again so open up, I'm climbin' in, so take it easy Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen my load, got a world of trouble on my mind lookin' for a lover who won't blow my cover, she's so hard to find Take it easy, take it easy don't let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy come on baby, don't say maybe I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me, oh oh oh Oh we got it easy We oughta take it easy |
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Boy I'm that thorough, i'm like a pitbull
Windex in my pen to make it crystal 170 but in rap i'm a big dude Oh yeah, i got bars like a gym room Boy i'm that dirrty, So tell a rap jury That tennis, the only way a sucka gon' serve me My black mac Bernie, I even mack Siri Sh*t , i'm killin' the mic like Conrad Murray |
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Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered, original version as written by Larry (lorenz) Hart from the show Pal Joey.
Hart was probably the greatest lyricist who ever lived. Full lyrics here http://www.lorenzhart.org/bewitched_...bewildered.htm This song has been "interpreted" (sanitised) in recorded versions over the years, as the lyrics are near the knuckle. On every line, the words rhyme, sometimes rhyming within that one line, and with the next one. The very last part shows what I mean Romance-Finis Your chance-finis Those ants that invaded my pants-finis Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more. |
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'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, None but ourselves can free our minds So many people have come and gone Their faces fade as the years go I heard the voices of friends, vanished and gone Ain't no angel gonna greet me. It's just you and I my friend, Night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake, I can feel myself fading away |
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Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered, original version as written by Larry (lorenz) Hart from the show Pal Joey.
![]() The version by Ella Fitzgerald where she speak-sings it is one of the greatest things ever recorded......in my opinion ! |
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Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same Will it make it easier on you now You got someone to blame You say... One love One life When it's one need In the night One love We get to share it Leaves you baby if you Don't care for it Did I disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's... Too late Tonight To drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to Carry each other Carry each other One... Have you come here for forgiveness Have you come to raise the dead Have you come here to play Jesus To the lepers in your head Did I ask too much More than a lot You gave me nothing Now it's all I got We're one But we're not the same Well we Hurt each other Then we do it again You say Love is a temple Love a higher law Love is a temple Love the higher law You ask me to enter But then you make me crawl And I can't be holding on To what you got When all you got is hurt One love One blood One life You got to do what you should One life With each other Sisters Brothers One life But we're not the same We get to Carry each other Carry each other One...life One |
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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. |
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Van Morrison - In the Garden
The streets are always wet with rain After a summer shower when I saw you standin' Standin' in the garden, in the garden wet with rain You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow Yeah we watched the petals fall down to the ground And as I sat beside you I felt the great sadness that day In the garden And then one day you came back home You were a creature all in rapture You had the key to your soul and you did open That day you came back to the garden The olden summer breeze was blowin' against your face, alright The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine And you were a violet colour as you sat beside your father And your mother in the garden The summer breeze was blowin' on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden And you went into a trance, your childlike vision became so fine And we heard the bells within the church, we loved so much And felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers in the garden Alright, and as it touched your cheeks so lightly Born again you were and blushed And we touched each other lightly And we felt the presence of the Christ Within our hearts in the garden And I turned to you and I said "No guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father in the garden" Listen, no guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father and the Son And the Holy Ghost in the garden wet with rain No guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father and the Son And the Holy Ghost in the garden In the garden wet with rain No guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father in the garden |
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"In Color"-James Otto/Jamey Johnson/Lee Thomas Miller
I said Grandpa what's this picture here It's all black and white, and it ain't real clear Is that you there, he said yeah, I was eleven And times were tough, back in thirty-five That's me and Uncle Joe just tryin' to survive A cotton farm, in the Great Depression And if it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should've seen it in color This one here was taken overseas In the middle of hell, in nineteen forty-three In the winter time, you can almost see my breath That was my tail gunner ole' Johnny McGee He was a high school teacher from New Orleans And he had my back, right through the day we left If it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should've seen it in color A picture's worth a thousand words But you can't see what those shades of gray keep covered You should've seen it in color And this one is my favorite one This is me and grandma in the, summer sun All dressed up, the day we said our vows You can't tell it here but it was hot that June And that rose was red and her eyes were blue And just look at that smile, I was so proud That's the story of my life Right there in black and white And if it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should've seen it in color Yeah a picture's worth a thousand words But you can't see what those shades of gray keep covered You should've seen it in color (Should've seen it in color) God bless you and the writers of this award winning song always!!! ![]() Holly |
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Blimey..........out of the hundreds of thousands of songs I was coming into the thread to post that very one !
![]() The version by Ella Fitzgerald where she speak-sings it is one of the greatest things ever recorded......in my opinion ! There was a new recording made a few years ago of Pal Joey, where they found the original orchestrations in an abandoned building, plus the cut song "I'm Talking to my Pal" which was performed for the first time ever. Patti Lupone plays Mrs Simpson Has all the original lyrics - "Plant you now Dig you later" is also amazing - I want that played at my funeral !!! Bebe Neuwirth - Lilith in Frasier - sang the part of the journalist who sings "Zip" - I am glad this was not a DVD as the character does a strip while singing the number. |
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Morrissey had many , too many to go into here
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I rode a tank
Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me ![]()
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Morrissey had many , too many to go into here
![]() Anyway my choice: 'I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir of nothing in particular You shut your mouth how can you say I go about things the wrong way I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does' |
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I was a Highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of 25 But I am still alive I was a sailor I was born upon the tide With the sea I did abide I sailed a schooner round the horn of Mexico I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed But I am living still I was a dam builder Across the river deep and wild Where steel and water did collide A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound But I am still around I'll always be around And around And around And around And around I'l fly a starship Across the Universe divide And when I reach the other side I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Perhaps I may become a Highwayman again Or I may simply be a single drop of rain But I will remain And I'll be back again And again And again And again And again My favourite ever song, favourite ever lyrics. As a child the lyrics were so different to the stuff in the charts; they told little stories and I could picture them in my mind. As an adult the song has taken on a deeper meaning. If you don't know the song I highly recommend you give it a listen: http://youtu.be/aFkcAH-m9W0 |
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My grandad had Alzheimer's, and these two songs always strike a cord with me. I think they're both beautiful in a sad way.
Missy Higgins - Cooling Of The Embers You put your hand on top of mine You're talking fast but talking blind And I can't bring myself to meet your eyes 'Cause death is slowly covering you In galaxies of black and blue And under your skin all his colours bloom And you're only half here Like someone left a frail body and took the rest But I remember when you were strong And never wanted help from no-one What you've become is not who I remember Is this the cooling of the embers? She's off again through summers past The smell of rain and freshly cut grass Seems those ordinary days are the ones that last 'Cause he was there, the one you loved The one you never could let go of And there's something you know as you're looking up That your only half here Llike someone left a frail body and stole the rest But I remember when you were strong And never wanted help from no-one What you've become is not who I remember Is this the cooling of the embers? Is this the cooling of the embers? 'Cause you are not who I remember It's like you are a child, you are a child, you are a child once more And all of our yesterday's have gone You put your hand on top of mine You're talking fast but talking blind And I can't bring myself to meet your eyes Carrie Underwood - Forever Changed She remembers the nights he’d come calling His yellow-silk tie In love she saw him falling for her in the fire of July Then one day as the nights grew longer Blackberry winter in a little white church Stood a young pretty bride Forever changed, Forever changed, Nothing ever stays the same Forever named, Forever changed She remembers the change in her body The blooming within And how her heart seemed to flutter with the wind Then one night as the days grew longer That Indian summer She brought love into the world Cried and held me then Forever changed, Forever changed, Nothing ever stays the same Forever child, Forever changed Some days she’ll talk about aunt Rosie The sister she lost Asking when she’s coming over And why she hasn’t called Some days I just hold her fragile hand As time creeps across the floor Some days it almost kills me Watching her memories slip away a little more Forever changed, Forever changed, Nothing ever stays the same Forever named, Forever child, Forever loved, Forever changed. Although I could include pretty much every Missy Higgins song in this thread, in my opinion! |
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So hard to pick lyrics as my favourites always change. There are some pretty obvious ones but a couple of more obscure ones that I've always loved are:
"I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore in a short towelling dressing gown pinned to her bedroom wall She married a man who works on a building site Now they make love beneath Roger every Friday night" "Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener, courting couples naked on Northern Upholstery and pensioners gathering dust like bowls of plastic tulips. And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam: the place where we first met. I went there again for old time's sake, hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune. It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it. And the cafe was still there too; the same press-in plastic letters on the price list and scuffed formica-top tables. I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you that autumn afternoon. And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it, I finally took your face in my hands and I kissed you for the first time and a feeling like electricity flowed through my whole body. And I immediately knew I'd entered a completely different world. And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside. At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaduct; I went there with you once - except you were somebody else - and we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together. Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river, when coming home from the pub on a Saturday night. But that this custom had died out when someone jumped and landed too near to the riverbank and had sunk in the mud there and drowned before anyone could reach them. Maybe he'd just made the whole story up. You'd never get me to jump off that bridge. No chance. Never in a million years." |
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I was a Highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of 25 But I am still alive I was a sailor I was born upon the tide With the sea I did abide I sailed a schooner round the horn of Mexico I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed But I am living still I was a dam builder Across the river deep and wild Where steel and water did collide A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound But I am still around I'll always be around And around And around And around And around I'l fly a starship Across the Universe divide And when I reach the other side I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Perhaps I may become a Highwayman again Or I may simply be a single drop of rain But I will remain And I'll be back again And again And again And again And again My favourite ever song, favourite ever lyrics. As a child the lyrics were so different to the stuff in the charts; they told little stories and I could picture them in my mind. As an adult the song has taken on a deeper meaning. If you don't know the song I highly recommend you give it a listen: http://youtu.be/aFkcAH-m9W0 ![]() God bless you and the remaining highway men always!!! ![]() Holly P.S. May Waylon and Johnny rest in peace. |
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Aside from the obvious singer/songwriter candidates (Dylan/Cohen) i always really liked Stephen Malkmus from Pavement's lyrics.
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And the winner is:
The Cure - Disintegration Oh I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss of vanity The soft and the black and the velvety Up tight against the side of me And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed And run in thickening streams of greed As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go my party piece Oh I miss the kiss of treachery The aching kiss before I feed The stench of a love for a younger meat And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep The holding up on bended knees The addiction of duplicities As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go my party piece But I never said I would stay to the end So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy Screaming me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When we both of us knew how the ending would be So it's all come back round to breaking apart again Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again Making it up behind my back again Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again Holding it up behind my head again Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again Round and round and round and it's coming apart again Over and over and over And now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone I'm crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd And the three cheers from everyone Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye Through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to Heaven Than ever feel whole again I never said I would stay to the end I knew I would leave you with babies and everything Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity Screaming me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When we both of us knew how the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is Always is, always is |
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He's got a degree in economics
Maths, physics and bionics He thinks that I'm a cabbage 'Cause I hate University Challenge. Even at the age of ten Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then He always beat me at Subbuteo Cause he flicked the kick and I didn't know. |
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The last verse of Dylan's Masters Of War takes some beating;
'And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon, I will follow your casket, in the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered down to your deathbed, And I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that your dead.' Still chilling. |
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I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour And when I die I expect to find Him laughing ------------------------------------------------------------------------- You set my teeth on edge You set my teeth on edge You think you're a vegetable Never come out of the fridge C-c-c-cucumber C-c-c-cabbage C-c-c-cauliflower Men on Mars April showers ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Every second counts When I am with you I think you are a pig You should be in a zoo |
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