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re: What’s a verse from a song you enjoy
Posted on 12/7/19 at 11:17 am to DavidTheGnome
Posted on 12/7/19 at 11:17 am to DavidTheGnome
There were days
and there were days
and there were days I know
When all we ever wanted
was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
we told them where to go
Walked halfway around the world
on promise of the glow
Stood upon a mountain top
Walked barefoot in the snow
Gave the best we had to give
How much we'll never know we'll never know
Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter - final song they ever wrote together
and there were days
and there were days I know
When all we ever wanted
was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
we told them where to go
Walked halfway around the world
on promise of the glow
Stood upon a mountain top
Walked barefoot in the snow
Gave the best we had to give
How much we'll never know we'll never know
Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter - final song they ever wrote together
Posted on 12/7/19 at 11:59 am to DavidTheGnome
We've got a different kind of murder out here
The man on my TV said
A random kind of feeling starts to fill the air
And we're left here to count the dead
The next channel over
Some ladies were talking
From the Committee of Oh My God
A woman stood up
Started screaming about Satan
The audience roared with applause
And a pollyanna shouted
A pollyanna cried
A pollyanna leapt up
With that sorrow in her eyes
-David Baerwald
The man on my TV said
A random kind of feeling starts to fill the air
And we're left here to count the dead
The next channel over
Some ladies were talking
From the Committee of Oh My God
A woman stood up
Started screaming about Satan
The audience roared with applause
And a pollyanna shouted
A pollyanna cried
A pollyanna leapt up
With that sorrow in her eyes
-David Baerwald
Posted on 12/7/19 at 1:13 pm to Lsupimp
Last night I told a stranger all about you
They smiled patiently with disbelief
I always knew you would succeed no matter what you tried
And I know you did it all in spite of me
Late last night I saw you in my living room
You seemed so close but yet so cold
For a long time I thought that you'd be coming back to me
Those kind of thoughts can be so cruel
So cruel
"In Spite Of Me" by Morphine
They smiled patiently with disbelief
I always knew you would succeed no matter what you tried
And I know you did it all in spite of me
Late last night I saw you in my living room
You seemed so close but yet so cold
For a long time I thought that you'd be coming back to me
Those kind of thoughts can be so cruel
So cruel
"In Spite Of Me" by Morphine
Posted on 12/7/19 at 2:14 pm to DavidTheGnome
Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting
Twentieth century icon bleeding
Willing to risk salvation
To escape from isolation
I'm witness to redemption
Heard you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my secrets?
Deliver us from Darkness?
Now the rain it comes, the rain it blurs the grey line
The grey line, the Greyhound home
You are so vicious
Hurt me, I can take it
Cause it's all in the heat of the moment
It's all in the pain
Twentieth century icon bleeding
Willing to risk salvation
To escape from isolation
I'm witness to redemption
Heard you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my secrets?
Deliver us from Darkness?
Now the rain it comes, the rain it blurs the grey line
The grey line, the Greyhound home
You are so vicious
Hurt me, I can take it
Cause it's all in the heat of the moment
It's all in the pain
Posted on 12/7/19 at 4:55 pm to DavidTheGnome
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you
Posted on 12/7/19 at 5:33 pm to DavidTheGnome
Look at that lady dancin' 'round with no clothes
She'll give you all her body, that's if you got the dough
She'll let you see most everything, but there's one thing that she'll never show
And that's a little bit of real emotion
A little bit of true emotion
In case a little bit of emotion gives her away..
She'll give you all her body, that's if you got the dough
She'll let you see most everything, but there's one thing that she'll never show
And that's a little bit of real emotion
A little bit of true emotion
In case a little bit of emotion gives her away..
Posted on 12/7/19 at 5:46 pm to FightinTigersDammit
I was born into a circus
But I ran off to join a home
Oh, they said that I was worthless
Yet my family died unknown
So it gets and so it goes
That's what you get I suppose
For wantin' somethin' more
Than a life of walkin' ropes
But I ran off to join a home
Oh, they said that I was worthless
Yet my family died unknown
So it gets and so it goes
That's what you get I suppose
For wantin' somethin' more
Than a life of walkin' ropes
Posted on 12/7/19 at 5:47 pm to DavidTheGnome
Hey! Alabama!
Hey! Alabama!
Hey! Alabama!
We just beat the hell out of you!
Rammer Jammer
Yellow Hammer
GO TO HELL ALABAMA!
Hey! Alabama!
Hey! Alabama!
We just beat the hell out of you!
Rammer Jammer
Yellow Hammer
GO TO HELL ALABAMA!
Posted on 12/7/19 at 7:44 pm to awestruck
And the hangovers hurt more than they used to do
And cornbread and ice tea's took the place of pills and ninety proof
And it seems like none of us do things quite like we used to do
just true..
And cornbread and ice tea's took the place of pills and ninety proof
And it seems like none of us do things quite like we used to do
just true..
Posted on 12/7/19 at 8:46 pm to awestruck
quote:
I'm walkin' down that long lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, gal
So I'll just say, fare thee well.
I'm not sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's alright.
Posted on 12/7/19 at 9:09 pm to DeltaTigerDelta
quote:"1, 2, 3, Fah!" - the Beatles
1,2,3,4
Ramones
"A one and a two and a..." - Lawrence Welk
Posted on 12/7/19 at 9:34 pm to midlothianlsu
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights
Rush - Subdivisions
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights
Rush - Subdivisions
Posted on 12/7/19 at 11:08 pm to DavidTheGnome
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
quote:
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
Posted on 12/8/19 at 8:56 am to DavidTheGnome
Its not like I made myself a list of new and different ways,
To murder your heart.
I'm just a painting that's still wet.
If you touch me Ill be smeared, you'll be stained,
Stained for the rest of your life.
To murder your heart.
I'm just a painting that's still wet.
If you touch me Ill be smeared, you'll be stained,
Stained for the rest of your life.
Posted on 12/8/19 at 8:58 am to DavidTheGnome
I'm not the devil you think that I am
It ain't no excuse, but I'm just a man
I slipped and I fell, it got outta hand
But I'm not the devil you think that I am
It ain't no excuse, but I'm just a man
I slipped and I fell, it got outta hand
But I'm not the devil you think that I am
Posted on 12/8/19 at 9:35 am to DavidTheGnome
Make a hole with a gun, perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It’s like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old,
And we’ve still never walked in the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana, hear my words,
They’re the ones that you’d think I would say, if there was a me for you
-“Ana Ng”, They Might Be Giants
Just like the way that you ran to wine
When they let the new milk turn
Jesus, a friend in the better times,
Let your mother’s Bible burn
Freedom, a feeling you suffered through,
And the dog drank from your cup
Frozen, the river that baptized you,
And the horse died standing up
-“Southern Anthem”, Iron and Wine
In our days we will live
Like our ghosts will live
Pitching glass at cornfield crows,
And folding clothes
Like stubborn boys across the way
We’ll keep everything
Grandma’s gun, and the black bear claw
That took her dog
And when Sister Lowry says, “Amen,”
We won’t hear anything
The ten-car train will take that word
That fledgling bird
And the fallen house across the way
It’ll keep everything
The baby’s breath, our bravery wasted
And our shame
And we’ll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound with baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
-“Resurrection Fern”, Iron and Wine
Jesus the Mexican boy
Born in a truck on the Fourth of July
I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly
Fearing he wouldn’t approve, we made a lie that was feeble at best
Boarded a train bound for Vegas, and married secretly
He never wanted nothing I remember
Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
Hanging behind his holy, even temper
Hiding the more unholy things I do
Jesus the Mexican boy
Wearing a long desert trip on his tie
Lo and behold, he was standing under the “Welcome” sign
Naked, the Judas in me
Fell by the tracks, but he lifted me high
Kissing my hand like a brother, and never asking why
-“Jesus the Mexican Boy”, Iron and Wine
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It’s like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old,
And we’ve still never walked in the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana, hear my words,
They’re the ones that you’d think I would say, if there was a me for you
-“Ana Ng”, They Might Be Giants
Just like the way that you ran to wine
When they let the new milk turn
Jesus, a friend in the better times,
Let your mother’s Bible burn
Freedom, a feeling you suffered through,
And the dog drank from your cup
Frozen, the river that baptized you,
And the horse died standing up
-“Southern Anthem”, Iron and Wine
In our days we will live
Like our ghosts will live
Pitching glass at cornfield crows,
And folding clothes
Like stubborn boys across the way
We’ll keep everything
Grandma’s gun, and the black bear claw
That took her dog
And when Sister Lowry says, “Amen,”
We won’t hear anything
The ten-car train will take that word
That fledgling bird
And the fallen house across the way
It’ll keep everything
The baby’s breath, our bravery wasted
And our shame
And we’ll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound with baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
-“Resurrection Fern”, Iron and Wine
Jesus the Mexican boy
Born in a truck on the Fourth of July
I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly
Fearing he wouldn’t approve, we made a lie that was feeble at best
Boarded a train bound for Vegas, and married secretly
He never wanted nothing I remember
Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
Hanging behind his holy, even temper
Hiding the more unholy things I do
Jesus the Mexican boy
Wearing a long desert trip on his tie
Lo and behold, he was standing under the “Welcome” sign
Naked, the Judas in me
Fell by the tracks, but he lifted me high
Kissing my hand like a brother, and never asking why
-“Jesus the Mexican Boy”, Iron and Wine
Posted on 12/8/19 at 10:01 am to TheTideMustRoll
“I use to pick up shells cast off the reef....
One Christmas I got a funeral and they handed me the receipt....
How many lies I tell, without my tongue, get twisted into memories till I believe them some”
These Girls - Ryan Adams
One Christmas I got a funeral and they handed me the receipt....
How many lies I tell, without my tongue, get twisted into memories till I believe them some”
These Girls - Ryan Adams
Posted on 12/8/19 at 11:26 am to 54BogTiger
Not my favorite by any means, but I enjoy this one more each time I hear it:
Now Rocky Raccoon, he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's Bible
Gideon checked out, and he left it, no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival
Now Rocky Raccoon, he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's Bible
Gideon checked out, and he left it, no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival
Posted on 12/8/19 at 12:32 pm to DavidTheGnome
Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough'll cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!
You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Late at night while you're sleepin'
Poison ivy comes a-creepin' around
-- Jerry Leiber, "Poison Ivy"
-
Metaphor, n. a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough'll cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!
You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Late at night while you're sleepin'
Poison ivy comes a-creepin' around
-- Jerry Leiber, "Poison Ivy"
-
Metaphor, n. a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.
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