Favorite Song Lyrics

Oh, 17th. You've gone too far this time. TOO FAR I tell you. Hell awaits.

Just kiddn'.

But hey aren't politics and religion s'posed to stay out the longue, yo? I know it's hard, but gotta draw the line somewhere. Right?

:D

'Kay, well here's the lyrics to my new most favorite song of all time until tomorrow. I luv it.

Imogen Heap
Hide and Seek

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears
they were here first

Mmmm what do you say,
Mmmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm what do you say,
Mmmm that's all for the best?
ah of course it is
Mmmm what do you say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
Mmmm what do you say?
Mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling
no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs

(hide and seek)
speak no feeling
no, I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
 
One of the best...est songs of all time...

Buckwheat Boyz... Peanut Butter Jelly Time....

It's peanut butter jelly time!!!
Peanut butter jelly time!!!
Peanut butter jelly time!!!

now Where he at?
Where he at?
Where he at?
Where he at?
NowThere he go
There he go
There he go
There he go

Peanut butter jelly [x4]

Its Peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Its Peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat

now break it down and freeze
take it down to your knees
now lean back and squeeze
now get back up and scream

now sissy walk
sissy walk
sissy walk
sissy walk
now sissy walk
sissy walk
sissy walk
sissy walk

now walk walk walk walk
stomp stomp stomp stomp
slide slide slide slide
back it up one more time
now walk walk walk walk
stomp stomp stomp stomp
peanut butter jelly break it down

throw the ball up swing that bat
turn your head back and see where it at
throw the ball up swing that bat
turn you head back and see where it at

palm beach peanut butter
dade county jelly
orlando peanut butter
tallahasse jelly

hold on hold on hold on hlod on

"hey chip man what time is it?"
"i don't know what time it is ray low"

"it's peanut butter jelly time"
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Song For America, Kansas
(Kerry Livgren)

Virgin land of forest green, dark and stormy plains, here all life abounds
Sunlit valley, mountain fields, unseen in the rain, here all life abounds
No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise
Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights
Painted desert, sequined sky, stars that fill the night, here all life
abounds
Rivers flowing to the sea, sunshine pure and bright, here all life abounds
No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise
Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights
So the maiden lies in waiting for the sails to reach the shore
Land of beauty and abunance, innocent, you opened wide your door
Wanderers found the waiting treasure, full of gifts beyond their measure
Milk and honey for our pleasure...
Across the sea there came a multitude, sailing ships upon the wave
Filled with visions of Utopia and the freedom that they crave
Ravage, plunder, see no wonder, rape and kill and tear asunder
Chop the forest, plow it under...
Highways scar the mountainsides, buildings to the sky, people all around
So we rule this land, and her we stand upon our paradise
Dreaming of a place, our weary race is ready to rise.


Wish we could turn back the hands of time when this country still like a virgin.
 
::chuckle::

17th Angel, that cracks me up! :D :D It's always fun to see lyrics like that written as poetry. :D I haven't heard that song (unfortunately). :mad: The lyrics remind me of the Tootsie Roll.

Dondi said:
Wish we could turn back the hands of time when this country still like a virgin.
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Oh no!! Now I've got to post this:

LIKE A VIRGIN

Written by Billy Steinberg and Tom Kelly

I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you

I was beat incomplete
I'd been had, I was sad and blue
But you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
Shiny and new

Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine

Gonna give you all my love, boy
My fear is fading fast
Been saving it all for you
'Cause only love can last

You're so fine and you're mine
Make me strong, yeah you make me bold
Oh your love thawed out
Yeah, your love thawed out
What was scared and cold

Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
With your heartbeat
Next to mine

Oooh, oooh, oooh
You're so fine and you're mine
I'll be yours 'till the end of time
'Cause you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
I've nothing to hide

Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
With your heartbeat
Next to mine

Like a virgin, ooh, ooh
Like a virgin
Feels so good inside
When you hold me, and your heart beats, and you love me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, baby
Can't you hear my heart beat
For the very first time?


:D Ooooooh!!
 
Old Hippie



He turns FIFTY this Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense

He gets off on country music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
Buts he's just too friggin old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock
And the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy
And the silence made him cry
Yea he thinks of John sometimes
And he has to wonder why

CHORUS
He's an old hippie
And he don't know what to do
Should hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie
His new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He just trying real hard to adjust

He was sure back in the sixties
That everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam
On his senior trip
And they forced him to become a man
While he was still a boy
And in each wave of tragedy
He waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more

CHORUS

Well he stays away a lot now
From the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species
Will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo
Just up and fade away


~ most of it fits....
not 35 but 50
and never went to war..
 
Hey wil :)

From me to you--HB on Saturday!

All ya gotta do is go here and find the mp3 link for "Old Blevins" from the Austin Lounge Lizards. Now, give it a chance...it starts out rather slow, and maybe not your style, but I promise, it's worth a listen. :D I would have just posted the lyrics, but it loses something without the music. LOL--there is an exit off a highway between here and Austin called "Old Blevins Road". I often wonder if that is where the idea for the song came from...

Hope you can play it.

InPeace,
InLove
 
Styx - Show me the way..

Every night I say a prayer, in the hopes that there is, a heaven.
Every day I am more confused. As the saints turn into sinners.
All the heroes and legends I knew as a child, have fallen to idols of clay….
And I feel this empty place inside, so afraid, that I’ve lost my faith.

Show me the way! Show me the way!
Take me tonight! To the river.
And wash my illusions away.
Show me the way.

And as I, slowly drift to sleep, for a moment dreams are sacred.
I close my eyes and know there’s a peace, in a world so filled with hatred.
That I wake up, each morning, and turn on the news, to find we’ve so far to go.
And I keep on hoping for a sign, so afraid that I just won’t know.

Show me the way! Show me the way!
Bring me tonight! To the mountain..
And take my confusion, away.
And show me the way.

And if I see a light, should I believe?
Tell me how will I know?

Show me the way, show me the way.
Take me tonight, to the river.
And wash my illusions away.
Show me the way, show me the way.
Give me the strength, and the courage.
To believe that I’ll get there someday!
Show me the way.

Every night, I say a prayer..
In hope that, there’s a heaven..
 
Rush - A Farewell to Kings

When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance

Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise

The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred halls of truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Can’t we find
The minds that made us strong
Can’t we learn
To feel what’s right and wrong

Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
Can’t we raise our eyes
And make a start
Can’t we find the minds
To lead us closer to the heart ...

~+~+~+~+~+~

- seems somehow fitting to me, whether we look at the big picture, or ponder over sad, recent events ...
 
Moody Blues - Melancholy Man

I'm a melancholy man, that's what I am,
All the world surrounds me, and my feet are on the ground.
I'm a very lonely man, doing what I can,
All the world astounds me and I think I understand
That we're going to keep growing, wait and see.

When all the stars are falling down
Into the sea and on the ground,
And angry voices carry on the wind,
A beam of light will fill your head
And you'll remember what's been said
By all the good men this world's ever known.
Another man is what you'll see,
Who looks like you and looks like me,
And yet somehow he will not feel the same,
His life caught up in misery, he doesn't think like you and me,
'Cause he can't see what you and I can see.
 
Seasons
Chris Cornell
(From the motion picture "Singles" soundtrack")

Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all
And Im lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed

And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

Well I wanna fly above the storm
But you can't grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
The naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me

That I'm lost, behind
In the words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take these words away?
Should I be beside myself
Would you even stay?

And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
 
Moody Blues - Dawn: Dawn Is A Feeling
(From Days of Future Passed)

Dawn is a feeling
A beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream

You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to

You look around you
Things they astound you
So breathe in deep
You're not asleep
Open your mind

You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to

Do you understand
That all over this land
There's a feeling
In minds far and near
Things are becoming clear
With a meaning

Now that you're knowing
Pleasure starts flowing
It's true life flies
Faster than eyes
Could ever see

You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
 
If You Wanna Get To Heaven
(Steve Cash / John Dillon)
(performed by The Ozark Mountain Daredevils)


I never read it in a book
I never saw it on a show
but I heard it in the alley
on a weird radio
if you want a drink of water
you got to get it from a well
if you want to get to heaven
you got to raise a little hell

I never felt it in my feet
I never felt it in my soul
but I heard it the alley
now it's in my rock and roll
if you want to know a secret
you got to promise not to tell
if you want to get to heaven
you got to raise a little hell

I never thought it'd be so easy
I never thought it'd be so fun
but I heard it in the alley
now I got it on the run
if you want to see an angel
you got to find it where it fell
if you want to get to heaven
you got to raise a little hell​
 
(Ghost) Riders in the Sky
Johnny Cash


An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay

Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky​

*I realize the purists (prudists?) may cringe, but I prefer the version performed by The Outlaws
 
Feel Like A Number
Words and music by Bob Seger

I take my card and I stand in line
To make a buck I work overtime
Dear sir letters keep coming in the mail
I work my back till its racked with pain
The boss cant even recall my name
I show up late and Im docked
It never fails
I feel like just another
Spoke in a great big wheel
Like a tiny blade of grass
In a great big field
To workers Im just another drone
To ma bell Im just another phone
Im just another statistic on a sheet
To teachers Im just another child
To irs Im just another file
Im just another consensus on the street
Gonna cruise out of this city
Head down to the sea
Gonna shout out at the ocean
Hey its me
And I feel like a number
Feel like a number
Feel like a stranger
A stranger in this land
I feel like a number
Im not a number
Im not a number
Dammit Im a man
I said Im a man​

*this is the song behind my screen name.
 
Well, now, I just can't resist doing this. I really can't say it is one of my favorites, but it's a good ghost story, and since we've had a bit of country flavour lately....forgive me...


Breakfast in Hell
Slaid Cleaves

In the melting snows of Ontario where the wind'll make you shiver
'Twas the month of May up in Georgian Bay near the mouth of the Musquash River
Where the bears prowl and the coyotes howl and you can hear the osprey scream
Back in '99 we were cutting pine and sending it down the stream

Young Sandy Gray came to Go Home Bay all the way from P.E.I.
Where the weather's rough and it makes you tough, no man's afraid to die
Sandy came a smilin', thirty thousand islands was the place to claim his glory
Now Sandy's gone but his name lives on - this is Sandy's story

Young Sandy Gray lives on today in the echoes of a mighty yell
Listen close and you'll hear a ghost in this story that I tell, boys
This story that I tell....

Now Sandy Gray was the boss of the men who'd toss the trees onto the shore
They'd come and go 'til they'd built a floe 100,000 logs or more
And he'd ride 'em down toward Severn Sound to cut 'em up in the mills for timber
And ships would haul spring summer and fall 'til the ice came in December

One Sabbath Day big Sandy Gray came into camp with a peavey on his shoulder
With a thundercrack he dropped his axe and the room got a little bit colder
Said "Come on all you, we got work to do--we gotta give'er all we can give 'er
There's a jam of logs at the little jog near the mouth of the Musquash River"

With no time to pray on the Lord's day, they were hoping for God's forgiveness
But the jam was high in a troubled sky and they set out about their business
They poked with poles and ran with the rolls and tried to stay on their feet
Every trick they tried, one man cried "This log jam's got us beat!"

But Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yell
I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in Hell, boys
Breakfast in Hell!

Now every one of the men did the work of ten and Sandy scrambled up to the top
He was working like a dog heaving 30 foot logs and it looked like he'd never stop
They struggled on, these men so strong, 'til the jam began to sway
Then they dove for cover to the banks of the river, all except for Sandy Gray

Now with thoughts of death they held their breath as they saw their friend go down
They all knew in a second or two he'd be crushed or frozen or drowned
They saw him fall and they heard him call, just once and then it was over
Young Sandy Gray gave his life that day near the mouth of the Musquash River

But Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in Hell, boys
Breakfast in Hell....

East of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of room, there's no fences and no walls
And if you listen close you'll hear a ghost down by Sandy Gray Falls
Through the tops of the trees you'll hear in the breeze the echoes of a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam, or it's breakfast in Hell, boys
Breakfast in Hell!"
 
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