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I was reading markmuns post on "nasty lines" and found it had interesting responses.It would be interesting to see what song lyrics fellow asylum members
find haunting or moving. The following Lyrics NEVER fail to disturb and outrage me.Crosby Stills Nash and Young : Four Dead In Ohio
Four Dead In Ohio
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Four dead in Ohio.Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are cutting us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are cutting us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Follow Ups:
..but there's always something missing in the middle'XTC, 'All of a sudden (it's too late)' from English Settlement.
Regards
13DoW
'The fireworks red and green
I can see what they're saying
It's you or me
A boxing ring with blackened walls
It can only see from the inside
Across the board
There's horror in my head
When the blanket is gone
From the throne in my castle
Where I see the sun fromIn the comfort of this room
The challenge died
Remember you and me
We laughed till we cried.'-Toni Halliday of Curve
You really just have to hear the song to get it.
Jethro Tull's Passion Play: "All of your best friend's telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand."
You did say line? OK:"I wish you luck with a capital 'F' "
(from Elvis Costello "Love Went Mad", CD "Punch The Clock")"You try to love her,
but she's so contrary
Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary"
(from Elvis Costello "Our Little Angel", CD "King Of America")
He's got a million zingers!I also like:
"She said that she was working for the ABC News
It was as much of the alphabet that she knew how to use.
Her perfume was unspeakable, it lingered in the air
like her artificial laughter and momentos of dispair"
From 'Brilliant Mistake'.And I like this line from Chris Difford in Squeeze:
"He has a crease in his jeans
A frown on his face
The scent of a man
Who thinks he has taste."
From 'Cupid's Toy' on the Squeeze album Play.And Ben Folds:
"So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some, have some space.
FUCK YOU TOO!
Give me my money back
Give me my money back you bitch"
from 'Song for the Dumped'.And from Tom Waits:
"If I exorcise my demons
Then my angels might leave too.
You know they're so hard to find"
from "Call Me Baby" on the Hearts of Saturday Night LP.That's all I can think of right now.
Ehh... the last line in that Costello quote should be:"Like her artificial laughter
Her mementoes of affairs"Which also gives a bit more meaning context wise.
Btw., that is also from album "King Of America".
And I was trying to remember those lines off the top of my head at work! But yeah, you're right.
Dan C
"can a Cuban get a lap dance?"*smack
bad Piglet
your little lechonita
"Once a girl took my love until I couldn't give anymore,
Then I tried to pretend no to see what I couldn't ignore.
My girl don't love me at all
Anymore.I took her to the dance and then I didn't see her all night.
Then a friend said he saw her with some other boy just outside.
When I went out she was alone.
She said, "I would like to go home"
I asked her, "Who were you with?"
She said, "No-one."
I could tell that she lied
(And a voice said inside)
My girl don't love me at all
Anymore.
Not at all."Dave Faulkner - Hoodoo Gurus
Written about his dog.Cheers
John K
i work 9 to 5 but it starts in the pm
and i love the sunrise so i step out in the am
the sreet is black and shiny from the early nightly rainin'
the glory of the light brings evaporation
morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
i take a deep hit help my mind stay greenest
i'm already wake so i'm not drinkin' coffee
don't want a cigarrette 'cause it's a form of slavery
walk into the store cause i need a few items
the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads
can't remember why buy i need a spool of thread
man with the dirty dreads, steps around the corner
he asks me for a dime, a nickle or a quarter
i don't have any change so i'm steppin' along
and as i'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...there's a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza
the day's pickin' up 'cause i'm hummin' this song
the buses and the people all keep movin' along
to the shop keeper i say what's up
and i'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup
i pay for all the stuff and get a pocket full of change
should i give it to the man's the question in my brain
what's gonna happen if i give the man a dime?
i don't wanna pay for another brotha's wine
what's gonna happen if i give the man a quarter?
will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
what's gonna happen if i give the man a nickle?
will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?
i'm not responsible for the man's depression
how can i find compassion in the midst of a recession?
how come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head
and i still can't remember why i need a spool of threadtheres a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza
he's starin' in my eyes just as i'm walkin' past
i'm tryin' to avoid him cause i know he's gonna ask
me about the coinage that is in my pocket
but i don't know if i should put it in his bucket
walk right past him to think about it more
back at the crib i'm openin' up the door
a pocket full of change don't mean a lot to me
my cup is half full but his is empty
i put back on my cap and start headin' back
i reach into my pocket and i have a heart attack
well as i'm diggin' deep i scream "oh no!"
there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole
while i was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack
the jingle in my pocket slipped through the cracks
no one has the change and it's fuckin' up my head
but now i know the reason why i had to buy the thread!there's a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza
Help those who DO help themselves.
Help those who CAN'T help themselves.The rest are on their own!
actually, living in san francisco, one tends to become quite jaded when it comes to the homeless. however, there are a few people who truely just need a hand up. the only problem is that it's very hard to figure out which ones they are. personally, i donate time and supplies to the shelters or projects, never to the man on the street.
"I need soemone to pull the trigger
Cause everything I'll ever be, I've been
And I need someone to pull the trigger,
So if you're what I think you'll be,
If you're who I think I see, shoot" -Matthew Sweet, "Someone to Pull the Trigger"
"Jesus wouldn't save you when you cried,
I knew I couldn't save you so I lied,
The doctors couldn't save you, but I do believe they tried,
After dying together, we die alone side by side" -Freakwater - "Gone to Stay"
"You don't want to die, but the living gets you down
We want you to act like nothing's wrong,
Even though you heard a sound,
And then you're ripped right out of the ground like a fucking root,
You simply cannot hide from the ugly thruth" -Matthew Sweet - "The Ugly Truth"
"As soon as I was living, they dropped me in an open grave,
And then as soon as I was dying, they said I was too young to save,
I guess I'm superdeformed
My blood is still warm, but I'm superdeformed"Matthew Sweet - "Superdeformed"
"So go on and shoot your mouth off,
like it might kill the silence,
Say you would rather die than see me cry,
You'd rather die than see me cry,
But what do you know?" -Matthew Sweet - "What Do You Know?"
"Everything I say is a stupid lie,
I won't tell the truth even when I die,
I'll rip myself to pieces till the end of time,
Then I'll glue them back together in a stupid rhyme" -The Geraldine Fibbers - "Dragon Lady"
"You still had a long way to go,
To the dawn that was threatening never to show,
When the pain has become too much
The speed of light just isn't fast enough"Matthew Sweet - "Speed of Light"
"I stand here naked at attention,
Is this my only skill?
I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay,
I asked my daddy for a quarter,
He gave me twnty five cents and a kiss for good luck.
Daddy, what can I do to make you stop crying,
Jesus only knows, Jesus only knows"The Geraldine Fibbers - "Toybox"
"This ain't country western
It's just soft-rock feminist crap.
And I thought they struck bottom
Back in the days of Ronnie Milsap.
Now they just can't stop the flood of assholes,
There ain't a big enough ASCAP" -
I thank you for your posts however. I now know to avoid Matthew Sweet."I don't believe in an interventionist God" - Nick Cave.
Don't judge all of Matthew Sweet's music by the above excerpts. All of the quoted songs are from his 1993 lp "Altered Beast", a very dark but at the same time cathartic album. The rest of his music, while tinged with melancholy, isn't nearly so dark. In fact, much of it sounds very summer-like and Beach Boys style, good driving or laying at the beach music. I do tend to identify more with his darker songs, some of which helped me through some very tough times. You might be familiar with some of his hits, such as "Girlfriend".
Agree. Most of his albums are much happier than that. He was having tough times I guess.
Dan C
five brothers sitting in front of the fire
waiting for one of the weak to retire
an old crocheted pillow held over a face
one brother disappears without a tracefour brothers sitting all neat in a row
listening to their favorite radio show
one eats some fruit from the family tree
at next morning's breakfast
there only are threethe brothers grim
the youngest takes out his insulin
there's no need to notify the next of kin
cain slew abel as brothers will do
three brothers magically turn into twoaccidents happen so often at home
look at the forest of homemade headstones
but if a tree falls and it's all alone
is there a reason for one to atonethe brothers grim
mama died and left her boys all alone
to fight for the seat to the empty throne
an old bramble crown a seal of scrawl
a kingdom consisting of nothing at allat six o'clock rings the dinner bell
be it ever so humble there's no place like hell
blood is much thicker than water you know
that's why it pours so awfully slow
"I choose a path of open minds......Judge me for that"from Sunday Suit, off A Flight and a Crash, by Hot Water Music.
From Richard Buckner's 4am from the CD Devotion + Doubt , a must buy:
I looked inside the ring we wear
And read myself to sleep
I caught myself so captured there
Deep inside those cavern eyes
Oh, my one, my one, you've broken me
At the vow below the vine
Where are you tonight?
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from "he's alive and remembers" on the lp mother hen (rca lsp-4641):far from his homeland of gophers and mohair magicians on wheels
he was trippin' and crawlin'
through cells of his body
in layers of bedrock and deep hidden wells
Don't know if I have the exact wording, but:"Whiskey don't make liars,
It just makes fools.
I didn't mean to say it,
but I meant what I said."
Wrinkles only go
Where the smiles have been
mp
up up up up up up
points the spire on the steeple
God's work isn't done by God, it's done by people...
Randy
But if you know what life is worth
you would look for yours on earth
now you see the light
stand up for your right
It doesn't ring a bell, I only have about 10 of her CDs :)
Randy
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Got Mash Potato
Got Mash Potato
Got Mash Potato
Got Mash Potato
Aint got no T-Bone, no T-bone.
Randy
In high school, I was required to do a paper on Canadian authors or poets. Being a card-carrying member of the Neil Young Appreciation Society (which was based in England, oddly enough, and may be defunct), I decided to do a paper on his lyrics. I used "T-bone" as one of the examples - a very simple expression of working class frustration. Got an A!
this one gets me every time:our bed we live, our bed we sleep
making love and i become you-
flesh is warm with naked feet
stabbing thorns and you become meat
oh, i'd beg for you, you know i'll beg for you
she holds my hand, we share a laugh.
sipping orang blossom breezes-
love is still and sweat remains
a cherished gift unselfish feeling...
oh i'd beg for you, you know i'll beg for you.
she tells me things, i listen well
drink the wine and save the water-
skin is smooth, i steal a glance
dragon flies 'er gliding over...
oh, i'd beg for you, you know i'll beg for you-pick a song and i'll sing a yellow nectarine
take a bath, i'll drink the water that you leave
if you should die before me -
ask if you can bring a friend
pick a flower, hold your breath and drift away...
Your about to be a Daddy if the current info is correct.
Do you have a special playlist planned for the special event.When my neice was born--I was in the delivery room with my sister
as Jewel's "Who Will Save Your Soul" played on the radio. I don't particularly care for the sentiment of the song (it's O.K.), but whenever I hear it now, it brings back such wonderful memories.
she has picked out some native american flute stuff by r. carlos nakai which is very tranquil. she listed to a lot of it doing yoga. childbirth seems like a good place for anything calming. after the girl is born, we'll adjust the playlist accordingly. i have a pretty wide variety of tunes to choose from. actually, i'll be sending a few selections your way soon.
My K. piglet and I have some Andes Mountain music--it contains lots of different types of flutes- Very peaceful and calming. When I was a little piglet my mom used to play Peter Zamfir (check spelling)-if you can get over the Muzak quality--it is actually quite nice. I'll regret I said that!!!
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