|7/28/2004 2:14 AM
first of all, shame on you GAr for not including 'bome machine' in your list of tom waits must-haves. It is EASILY among my favorites, and chock full of FANTASTIC lyrics (the clip in my signature among them...I won't repeat it here. but read it. and listen to it. yowza.)
another little known one is Paul Westerberg off 'stereo' from 2002. It's sort of one long line...
"the sweet smell of candles burnt low by young women alone on their own for the very first time under posters of rock stars that you vaguely resembles in front of a cat who's responding perhaps means that you'll be the next one in line."
and, erm, has no one anything to say about REM?!?!?!
(they are, ultimately, my favorite band of all time, though if anyone quotes 'everybody hurts' i will gag slightly and and maybe punch something.)
"i can't look you in the eyes
Seconal, spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
i can smell the sorrow on your breath
the sweat, the victory and sorrow,
the smell of fear. i got it."
-e-bow the letter-
|7/28/2004 11:59 AM
A few favs of mine:
Heart of Saturday Night
Marmalade thighs and Scrambled yellow hair’
Red House Painters
‘Theres the sun going down reminding me I’ll never be able to relive this day except in memories’
Well pardon my birth i just slipped out
origins i can't brag about.
spawn of a bank inquisitor
And theives i wish.’
‘See that boy with that guitar
He's got skinny legs like I always wanted
A girlfreind in his car 'cause he's got
Skinny legs like I always wanted
Sister look at me again
You'd love me if I were as skinny as him’
Man I need to impress her
'Cause I'd like to undress her
I need a song about Sonja
When I'm singing tonight
|7/30/2004 1:01 AM
You'll have to excuse me if you don't find Eminem funny but "Will Smith don't have to cuss to sell records/but I do so f**k him and f**k you to" always makes me chuckle.
|7/30/2004 7:21 AM
ALways loved Incubus:The Warmth. Any time you might feel a bit down
"Don't let the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that f**ked up and cold"
|11/8/2005 11:44 PM
Stop talking crap, if u really want to see some nice lyrics searc any of "Joaquin Sabina" for example "Cerrado por derribo", "Ruido" or "Ahora que"
P.D. Air hostess?? what kinda crap is that?
P.D. You need to know some Spanish if you want to understand Joaquin Sabina's songs
|11/9/2005 12:28 AM
we did stop talking crap, in July 2004!
(well OK, I personally have spouted a lot more crap on different threads since)
Wow, talk about a blast from the past! this is a real "Golden Oldie" thread, not that theres anything wrong with resurrecting old threads if you've got something interesting to add of course....
Anyway Jimbostar, welcome to Cluas.
|11/9/2005 4:57 AM
Death Cab... poets
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown
|11/9/2005 8:43 AM
"half the people can be part right all the time,
some of the people can be all right some of the time,
but all the people cant be all right all the time,
i think abraham lincoln said that,
ill let you be in my dream if i can be in yours,
i said that!"
Bob Dylan - talkin world war iii blues
|11/9/2005 11:29 AM
Hard to get past Tom Waits 'Martha' for a 'lost love' type theme.
Some of my other favourites are...
"Soldier boy, made of clay, now an empty shell.
twenty-one, only son but he served us well.
bred to kill, not to care, do just as we say.
Finished here, greetings death, he's yours to take away" -Disposable Heroes by Metallica
"She's the main man in the office in the city
and she treats me like I'm just another lackey.
But I can put a tennis racket up against my face
and pretend that I am Kendo Nagasaki" -Everythings AOR by Half Man Half Biscuit
"I kicked off my sackcloth, threw away my jostick,
burned my koran and said I was agnostic,
I mean an atheist I cried as they moved in for the kill,
the walls tumbled down as they handed me the bill" -Religious Persuasion by Andy White
"The people from your church agree it's not much of a career,
trying the handles of parked cars -whoops there goes another year
-whoops there goes another pint of beer," Greetings to the New Brunette by Billy Bragg
|11/9/2005 2:11 PM
I really want this to be the first song my new band ever plays live. I think it'd be funny. Opening with covers is lame though.
"lock me in
tied to work
with no pay
cause I'm caught
I can't type
I can't temp
I'm way past college
no ways out
no back doors not anymore
but then once a while
we'll play a show then that makes it worthwhile
our sights set low
as jerry squares off the set - here we go
but...this boy is exhausted
8 years long
a single song
come to this
a v.p.'s faith is one single long
cause I can't write
what I know - it's not worth writing
I can't tell
a hit from hell
from one sing-along
but then greg plugs in
a treble checking that says we might win
hell's henry pearls
the woven strap wins the galloway girls but....
but then kev jumps in
and hits the floor as the stick hits the rim
I guess we're done
cause every win on this record's hard won but...."
|11/9/2005 2:13 PM
Also about the only lyric that can top vile niall's suggestion for a lost love song:
not yet 21 - with introductions done - a first slow dance just ends.
I was at my best - we ignored the rest (my band and your friends).
But as better night became best day we left the party while last records played.
What started as dessert back at your house ended on the couch...
hours at your mouth...sunday's on our hands. We followed where it led.
I followed you to bed. We started secret plans.
Forward 7 months: I've only seen you once...I never call on time.
Trying to seem tough, I said one visit's enough - enough to keep you mine (of course it wasn't...)
We were done by june. You'd graduate and leave for london soon.
Your layover at newark's near my house. We met for dinner there...
just one hour to spare - your 20's all mapped out. I'm in my driest drought
feeling old and shot and how.
And this is what I thought: I seem to still be caught...
I'm a footnote at best...I envy who comes next...wish we could just make out.
'The hour's almost up', you said into your cup. And it makes no difference now, as I help lift your bags out, that I'm lost and out of rope while on my wrist you wrote your newest number down.
I kind of said your name but you'd turned to your plane so I backed my car out.
I knew we'd never write (somehow that seemed all right) but this counts as calling three years out.
|11/9/2005 7:57 PM
unicron - who wrote that tune?
quality lyrics, would like to get my hands on it
|11/9/2005 9:34 PM
Daragh, last 2 were were both by the wrens, This Boy Is Exhausted and 13 months in 6 minutes, both taken from their album the Meadowlands.
Charles Bissell from the band is quite possibly my favourite lyricist ever, recommended furthur reading:
fourth floor room
each girl I've brought back home to bloom
all fold on close inspection
each one leaves a banner hanging from the eaves
marking the eve of election
why/ into why not
into what else you got?
it's just how men mark time ann slams in
another lightening round begins
this could get interesting
where's ann been?
she pours herself a don't-ask gin
no ice and light on the bitters
I'm done with quitters
'why / charles, I found out
wipe that smile off your mouth
I think it's tell-me time...'
britt hit hard
she found my box of beth's best cards
hand cut and signed with 'x's
called at work
'happy anniversary, jerk'
and I just laughed at the timing with you on hold line 2 still crying 'why
play sex on the cuff?
does beth like it rough?
and learn your dirty lines?
and keep her hair cropped
(the other shoe dropped)
'is this how men mark time in couples?', she cursed
(this sounds too rehearsed)
as ann, hand on hip, accusing me to the rafters
the words turn and spit and scorch right through to the plaster
I'm called 10 kinds of a bastard
curses came faster
why / into why not?
into charles gone to pot
in hotter water
line up to lift up a toast
to the ones I hurt most
and how the well's gone lime
with charles on the plow
I'm roger over and how
slower now men mark time
why, what else you got?
|11/10/2005 11:08 AM
"I watched the A-team and Airwolf too,
before i found drugs and started sniffin glue"
|11/10/2005 3:04 PM
for me it has to be the emotional rollercoaster experienced by lump,
Lump lingered last in line for brains
And the ones she got were sorta rotten and insane
Small thing’s so sad that birds could land
Is lump fast asleep or rockin’ out with the band
|11/11/2005 10:31 AM
John GOrka's "Silence"
I met her in the summertime when her arms
Were the color of silence
So blue her eyes
A new horizon
So I walked that way
And I talked that way too
And I found my way through
To her silence,
To her silence,
My heart was full of bitterness so dark
And so close to violence
The ace of spades
Turned upside down
Nothing beat in my hopeless chest
I could not detect a sound
But she would not let me rest
Bound to my silence,
Bound to my silence,
Love came unexpectedly, late to the bill
An added attraction
The way it goes, the way it stays
And when she is far away
Still I feel her here
Ever since she made the day
And the lonely man disappear
Into that silence,
Into that silence,
|11/11/2005 5:52 PM
"B.J. the D.J.
A wreck at ninety miles an hour
He'll spin the hits no more"
I heard a version done by Big Tom where he sang...
"B.J. the D.J.
took too many risks
B.J. the D.J.
has spun his final disc"
Eat your heart out Bob Dylan