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[hargerst]

...about what great songs have been written.  May I offer this one?

Like A Rolling Stone
by Bob Dylan

Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, beware doll, you’re bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

[maxim]

"Dolphins"

by Fred Neil
copyright Coconut Grove Music/ Third Story Music Co.


This old world may never change
Not the way it's been
And all the ways of war
Can't change it back again

I've been searching for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me

I'm not the one to tell this world
How to get along
I only know that peace will come
When all hate is gone

I've been searching for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me

Sometimes I think about
Saturday's child
And all about the times
When we were running wild

I've been searching for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes I wonder do you ever think of me

This old world may never change
This old world may never change

[ekko]

man have you heard the version hendrix did of like a rolling stone? ive got it on a live at monterey video somewhere. fucking killer

[Vertigo]

Lyrics these days have become degraded to the point of unbearable. A band here in Atlanta just won the John Lennon songwriting contest for a song who's opening line is:

"Your dirty little crotch is screaming out to me"

Geeeeeeeeeeze...  

Right now I'm very privileged to be working with one of the best lyricists on the planet. Last round we tracked a song about an alligator eating a golfer (from the Alligator's perspective).

Here's a tune we're doing pre-pro work on right now. What's even more amazing is the marriage between these lyrics and the music. It's uncanny actually, I'll have to post a clip once this is tracked:



On my Right
-----------
She's afraid of dying
Her knees shake
And me, I'm vacant in disbelief
She looks to me for comfort, for meaning, for strength
Another pill, a sip of whiskey
Can't walk alone my love, can you carry me?
On through the night no time to grieve

Lately I can see through her skin, scared and frail
Maybe she's got a month to breathe, a week, I just can't tell
She woke up at 3am, god given sparkle in her eye
She smiled at me, shared one last kiss, and said goodbye

You sleep I'll drive, hold on tight
Forever in my heart and on my right
Memories don't die, angels fly
Forever in my heart and on my right

She woke up on the ocean at daybreak with me
Remembering everything
She looks to me for closure, forgiveness, for faith
I bite my lip, offer no sympathy
It's time for me to move on my love, can you carry me?
Peace, sweet release

Power is my anger, constant fist into the jaw
Nothing could fix her, innocent victim, the deepest cut of all
Now ask me why I look so tired grey and worn
My heart died with the only love I've ever lived for

You sleep I'll drive, hold on tight
Forever in my heart and on my right
Memories don't die, angels fly
Forever in my heart and on my right


-Lance

[Bivouac]

Might I represent a younger generation?  One of the best lyricists of my time: Blake Schwarzenbach (of Jawbreaker and later Jets to Brazil).

Chesterfield King

We sat in your room and laughed out loud
Suddenly the laughter died and we were caught in an "eye-to-eye"
We sat on your floor and did we sit close
I could smell your thoughts and thought, "Do you want to touch a lot like me?"
Too scared to say a thing...

I left your house and kicked myself
Put those feelings on a shelf to die
Guess I'm not a gambling type
But think of what the two of us had lost...

I needed some time to think it out
7-11 parking lot, a toothless woman turned and stopped
I gave her a dime and a Chesterfield
She leaned down and kissed my cheek, I was scared but it felt sweet

She asked me if I had a name
Told her I was glued up on some chick
Sat and smoked against the wall
Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall

I took my car and drove it down
Down the hill by your house
I drove so fast
The wind it couldn't cool me down
So I turned it around
and came back up
You were waiting on your step
Steam showing on your breath
And water in your eyes
Pulled each other into one
Parkas clinging on the lawn
And kissed right there...


Said all my chicks, they smoke these things
Handed you a Chesterfield King
Held your hand and watched TV
Traced the little lines along your palm

I took my car and drove it down
Down the hill by your house
I drove so fast
The wind it couldn't cool me down
So I turned it around
and came back up
You were waiting on your step
Steam showing on your breath
And water in your eyes
Pulled each other into one
Parkas clinging on the lawn
And kissed right there...

[natpub]

will go ahead and toss these two on:


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Artist: Genesis/Peter Gabriel
Song: Broadway Melody Of 1974

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin, head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but theres no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing.
Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays In the Mood
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,
Theres a smell of peach blossom and bitter almonde.
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he know in a scent,
You can bottle all you made.
Theres Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes,
Smiling at the majorettes smoking Winston Cigarettes.
And as the song and dance begins,
The children play at home with needles; needles and pins.
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Artist: Genesis/Peter Gabriel
Song: The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging

"It's the last great adventure left to mankind!" screams a drooping lady
Offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices,
And as the notes and coins are taken out
Im taken in, to the factory floor.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, all ready to use
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, just need a fuse.

Got people stocked in every shade,
Must be doing well with trade.
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality.
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign,
I can recognise some of the production line,
No bite at all in labour bondage,
Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.

The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
Its the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging just need a fuse.

The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time,
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.
Everyones a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative,
Brothere John is No. 9.

For the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
All ready to use
Its the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging just need a fuse.

The decor on the ceiling
Has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will,
So I guess Ill have to pay, pay my way,
For the Grand Parade
Grand Parade
Grand Parade...

[spectacular g]

Artist, Shawn Smith/Satchel
Album, EDC
Year 1994
Song, EQUILIBRIUM


Float...

Setting down where you wish to  And your wish might be?
Well lets just say if by chance If just by accident
You get your wish OK? Got it?
Thrill a minute Thrill beyond time
Present eternal Present precise
Equal to or greater than
The biggest thing your mind can find
It's a pleasure chest!
A glorious addition to any home
Invite the family Let'em in on the pleasure
Some of them are scared huh?
I know I know So what's a creep to do?
Ignore the advances and offers of holiday?
Hell no
You gots to get grounded!!

And where that river runs don't mean shit
It just confuses the issue

Believe you me
Were sick of waiting too!
But do we complain?
Fuck no!!
We laugh hard!
We laugh fast!
We laugh under bridges an out of bounds
We laugh because it's all laughable
This Grand and Majestic comedy...

The equilibrium of the soul.


WE...

dig it,
jfg
 

[frinjplayer]

Dire Straits / Love Over Gold
TELEGRAPH ROAD
A long time ago came a man on a track
walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
and he put down his load where he thought it was the best
he made a home in the wilderness
he built a cabin and a winter store
and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
and the other travellers came walking down the track
and they never went further and they never went back
then came the churches then came the schools
then came the lawyers then came the rules
then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
and the dirty old track was the telegraph road
Then came the mines — then came the ore
then there was the hard times then there was a war
telegraph sang a song about the world outside
telegraph road got so deep and so wide like a rolling river ...
And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze people driving home from the factories there's six lanes of traffic three lanes moving slow . . .
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
we're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
they can always fly away from this rain and this cold
you can hear them singing out their telegraph code
all the way down the telegraph road

You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
when life was just a bet on a race between the lights
you had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care . . .
but believe in me baby and I'll take you away
from out of this darkness and into the day
from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
from the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'cos I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
and I don't wanna see it again . . .
From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed all the way down the telegraph road

[elcabron]

from Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley's version:

(l. cohen)

"Hallelujah"

I heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrough ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Well, maybe I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live with leonard before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath you drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

And maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
Well it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle...
It’s not what you’re told
It’s not her face
It’s not his touch
In the room you both share
Where he’s gone when he loved
When your time and your memory fills your dreams
When you’re honest and together
Together no more
No more
Hallelujah, until you’re nothing
Hallelujah, baby, until she’s everywhere
Hallelujah, until together you are somewhere I’d lost
Hallelujah, hallelujah.




pure magic.
Eddie "El Cabron" Gonzales

[maxim]

mind you, there's probably no definitive version, as he changed the words often, but, fwiw, here the original (one the best songs ever written, imho):

Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well, maybe I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah