Favorite lyrics?

[drew]

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.

We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four million barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter.
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover

[Cail]

Ms. Cristina drives a nine four four
Satisfaction oozes from her pores
She keeps rings on her fingers
Marble on her floor
Cocaine on her dresser
Bars on her doors
She keeps her back against the wall
She keeps her back against the wall

So I say
I say welcome, welcome to the boomtown
Pick a habit
We got plenty to go around
Welcome, welcome to the boomtown
All that money makes such a succulent sound
Welcome to the boomtown

Handsome Kevin got a little off track
Took a year off of college
And he never went back
Now he smokes too much
He's got a permanent hack
Deals dope out of Denny's
Keeps a table in the back
He always listens to the ground
Always listens to the ground

So I say
I say welcome, welcome to the boomtown
Pick a habit
We got plenty to go around
Welcome, welcome to the boomtown
All that money makes such a succulent sound
Welcome to the boomtown

Well the ambulance arrived too late
I guess she didn't want to wait

[lucimay]

wow! i haven't heard David & David in at LEAST a decade!! heh.

nice arcana, Cail!!!

[Cail]

It's a great album, but dang is it depressing!

[The Laughing Man]

• Holding On To Yesterday - AMBROSIA
  
  Well, I keep holding on to yesterday
  I keep holding on enough to say that I'm wrong
  
  I keep thinking that I'm lonely
  But it's only missing you inside
  
  Days when we were once together
  Seems we'd never come alive
  
  So I keep holding on to yesterday
  I keep holding on enough to say that it's wrong
  
  Lord I don't know when I’ll see you
  I can't reach you anymore
  
  Well if I'd only known I'd need you
  Then I'd keep you like before
  
  Well I keep holding on to yesterday
  I keep holding on enough to say
  
  That I'm wrong wrong wrong to keep holding on
  My yesterdays have all gone by...

[drew]

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

[Worm of Despite]

Ballrooms Of Mars
by T-Rex


You gonna look fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide
All on the trembling plane
Your diamond hands
Will be stacked with roses
And wind and cars
And people of the past

I'll call you thing
Just when the moon sings
And place your face in stone
Upon the hill of stars
And gripped in the arms
Of the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away
In the Ballrooms of Mars

You talk about day
I'm talking 'bout night time
When monsters call out
The names of men
Bob Dylan knows
And I bet Alan Freed did
There are things in night
That are better not to behold

You dance
With your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings
That change the faces of men
You diamond browed hag
You're a gutter-gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name
And I've seen his

[lucimay]

awwwww. mah maaan marc.

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good,
Everybody says it's just like rock'n roll.

I move like a cat, charge like a ram, sting like a bee,
Babe I wanna be your man.

It's plain to see you were meant for me,
Yeah I'm your boy, the twentieth century toy.

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good,
Everybody says it's just like rock'n roll.

Fly like a plane, drive like a car, Ball like a hound
Babe I wanna be your man.

Well its it's plain to see you were meant for me,
Yeah I'm your toy, the twentieth century boy

20th century toy I wanna be your boy [x4]

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good,
Everybody says it's just like rock'n roll.

Move like a cat, charge like a ram, sting like a bee
Hey babe i'm wanna be your man

It's plain to see you were meant for me,
Yeah I'm your toy Your twentieth century boy.

20th century toy I wanna be your boy

[Worm of Despite]

"Beechwood Park", by The Zombies


Do you remember summer days
Just after summer rain
When all the air was damp and warm
In the green of country lanes?
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...

Do you remember golden days and golden summer sun
The sound of laughter in our ears
In the breeze as we would run?
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...

Oh roads in my mind
Take me back in my mind
And I can't forget you
Won't forget you
Won't forget those days
And Beechwood Park...

And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...

Oh roads in my mind
Take me back in my mind
And I can't forget you
Won't forget you
Won't forget those days
And Beechwood Park...

[The Laughing Man]

KNOCK IT OFF FOUL!!! YOU'RE JAMMIN THE FLOW!

• • DANGER - AC/DC
    
    Don't talk to strangers
    Keep away from the danger
    Don't talk to strangers who smile
    Keep away from the danger all the time
    You just keep away
    
    Red lights are flashin'
    There's been a misunderstandin'
    I'm bruised, broke an' bandaged
    Through drinkin' all that brandy
    I was under the table
    But I came back for more
    Gotta hit the bottle
    But my head hit the floor
  • 
  Danger - danger, don't talk to strangers
  Stranger - danger, don't you talk
  Danger - danger, don't talk to strangers
  Danger - danger, don't talk keep away
  
  Red lights still flashin'
  People all still dancin' in my head
  I've done with thinkin' about what to do
  Another night of drinkin', just one before I'm through
  I was just raisin' hell
  I wasn't doin' no harm
  The cops could not appreciate
  My natural charm
  
  (Don't talk to strangers)
  
  Don't you go talkin' to no strangers in this town....

[lucimay]

you think HE broke it up...heh.




Home
karla bonoff



Traveling at night, the headlights were bright
And we’d been up many an hour
And all through my brain
Came the refrain
Of home and it’s warming fire


And Home
Sings me of sweet things
My life there has it’s own wings
To fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing still

The people I've seen
They come in between
The cities of tiring life
The trains come and go,
But inside you know
The struggle will soon be a fight

And Home
Sings me of sweet things
My life there has it’s own wings
To fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing still

Traveling at night,
The headlights were bright.
But soon the sun came through the trees
Around the next bend
The flowers will send
The sweet scent of home in the breeze

And Home
Sings me of sweet things
My life there has it’s own wings
To fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing still

[The Laughing Man]

3 times now the songs been changed by the time I get mine posted....the one he had before goes much nicer with mine, heh.....drivin me nuts haha

[Worm of Despite]

The Man in Me,
by Bob Dylan

The man in me will do nearly any task,
And as for compensation, there's little he would ask.
Take a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.

Storm clouds are raging all around my door,
I think to myself I might not take it any more.
Take a woman like your kind
To find the man in me.

But, oh, what a wonderful feeling
Just to know that you are near,
Sets my a heart a-reeling
From my toes up to my ears.

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Took a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.

[lucimay]

how bout this one...

I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I can walk under ladders
Yes I'm so lucky
That I'm as lucky
As me

Struck it rich
Dirty rich
No work
And get richer
And the world
Loves a winner
Yes I'm so happy
That you're happy
With me

You are happy too
Ain't you baby

Numero uno
Living for
Right now
And it's
L-I-V-I-N-G
When I'm here
With you

I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I don't need a bracelet
No salt
For my shoulder
I don't own a rabbit
No clover
No heather
No cross
No wonder
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I'm lucky
I can walk under ladders


~ joan armatrading ~

[Cail]

He was crazy of course
From the first she must have known it
But still she went on with him
And she never once had shown it
And she took him off the street
And she dried his tears of grieving
She listened to his visions
She believed in his believe-ins

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy

He was dancing to some music
No one else had ever heard
He'd speak in unknown languages
She would translate every word
And then when the world was laughing
At his castles in the sky
She'd hold him in her body
Till he once again could fly

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy

Well, she gave him a daughter
And she gave him a son
She was a mother, and a wife,
And a lover when the day was done
He was too far gone for giving love
What he offered in its stead
Was the knowledge she was the only thing
That was not in his head

He took off East one morning
Towards the rising sun's red glow
She knew he was going nowhere
But of course she let him go
And as she stood and watched him dwindle
Much too empty to be sad
He reappeared beside her saying,
"You're all I've ever had"

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy
Holy

[sgt.null]

Four days in spain
Smoky spain
And I take off again
Then I take off again, smiling back

The engine is idling
And the car seems to be expanding
Weird

Blindfolded kissing
Looking for the truth in your tiny moves
I hate to loose

Four days in spain
Spooky spain
And you’re my missing thing:
Too sweet and pointless
Complete and somewhere else

I was sick of being asked
I didn’t want to to anyways
Sucking down mother’s milk
Singing my throat away

It’s not an awful secret, you know
It’s just a secret
Spitting out your blue gum
Kissing your breath away

I wanted you to sleep with her and
Hate yourself instead of me
I wanted you untrue,
Hating yourself like me

After all, what am I missing
I haven’t missed before,
Sucking down the precious lies
I should have swallowed way before?

[Worm of Despite]

Bell Bottom Blues
by Eric Clapton

Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don't want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I'd gladly do it because
I don't want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don't want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.

It's all wrong, but it's all right.
The way that you treat me baby.
Once I was strong but I lost the fight.
You won't find a better loser.

Chorus

Chorus

Bell bottom blues, don't say goodbye.
I'm sure we're gonna meet again,
And if we do, don't you be surprised
If you find me with another lover.

Chorus

I don't want to fade away.
Give me one more day please.
I don't want to fade away.
In your heart I long to stay.

[Cail]

Great song Foul.

[lucimay]

IS a great song. lets just let it play again.

[lucimay]

i'm not a big fan of Electric Light Orchestra
(jeff lynne = son of i am the walrus)
but El Dorado is a classic album...



Midnight on the water.
I saw the ocean's daughter.
Walking on a wave's chicane,
Staring as she called my name.

And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head.

Breakdown on the shoreline,
Cant move, its an ebbtide.
Morning dont get here till night,
Searching for her silver light.

And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no.

Bank job in the city.
Robin hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot,
they dont envy me.
Sitting till the sun goes down,
In dreams the world keep going round and round.

And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no.

No, I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no no no.