Elixir Sue Posted July 18, 2006 Share Posted July 18, 2006 I want to go to Magnolia Mountain And lay my weary head down Down on the rocks On the mountain my savior made Steady my soul and ease my worry Hold me when I rattle like a hummingbird hummin' Tie me to the rocks on the mountain my savior made Lie to me Sing me a song Sing me a song until the morning comes If the morning comes, will you lie to me Will you take me to your bed Will you lay me down Till I'm heavy like the rocks on the riverbed That my savior made I want to be the bluebird singing Singing to the roses in her yard The roses in her yard her father grew for her It's been raining that Tennessee honey So long I got too heavy to fly Ain't no bluebird ever gets too heavy to sing Lie to me Sing me a song Sing me a song until the morning comes And if the morning don't come, will you lie to me Will you take me to your bed Will you lay me down Till I'm heavy like the rocks in the riverbed That my savior made We burned the cotton fields down in the valley And ended up with nothing but scars The scars became the lessons that we gave to our children after the war But there ain't nothing but the truth up on the Magnolia Mountain Where nobody ever dies Steady your soul and ease your worry They got a room for you Lie to me like I lie to you Calm me down until the morning comes And if the morning don't come Lie to me Will you take me to your bed Will you lay me down All heavy like the rocks in the riverbed That my savior made For us Link to post Share on other sites
Sid Hartha Posted July 19, 2006 Share Posted July 19, 2006 You have two coffeesOne of them is one coffee too many for youOn a health kickTrying to lead a middle-aged lifeWell, it's either that or drop deadWait til you get older than thisAnd then turn around and tell me I was young for my ageYeah And it feels like 1974Waiting for the waves to come and crash on the shoreBut you're far inlandYou're in funky denim wonderlandYou and David Crosby and a bloke with no handYou've got hair in placesMost people haven't got brainsOoh But it feels like 1974Syd Barrett's last session, he can't sing anymoreHe's gonna have to be roger now for the rest of his lifeOh Enough about me, let's talk about youYou were working at the earth exchange at half twenty-twoRebel, Rebel was your favorite songOn the Archway Road Where it all belongsAll those molecules of timeThat you thought you'd shed foreverAll those inches of timeThat you thought you could just say bye-bye And as Nixon left the WhitehouseYou could hear people say,"They'll never rehabilitate that motherNo way."Yep Whirry-whirry goes the helicopter out of my wayI've got president to dump in the voidOoh Python's last series and The Gaurdian said,"The stench of rotting minds"But what else could you smell back then?You didn't have to inhale too hardYou could smell the heads festering in the backyardThere's a baby in a basket and it's taken your nameAnd one day it'll grow up and say,"Who are you,Eh?" And you say that's where it endedBut I say no no no, it just faded awayAugust was greyIt feels like 1974Ghastly mellow saxophones all over the floorFeels like 1974You could vote for labour, but you can't anymoreFeels like 1974Digging Led Zeppelin in GrimsbyOh Christ Link to post Share on other sites
viatroy Posted July 19, 2006 Share Posted July 19, 2006 Come and talk of all the things we did todayHere and laugh about our funny little waysWhile we have a few minutes to breatheAnd I know that it's time you must leave But, darling, be home soonI couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdledMy darling, be home soonIt's not just these few hours but I've been waiting since I toddledFor the great relief of having you to talk to And now a quarter of my life is almost passedI think I've come to see myself at lastAnd I see that the time spent confusedWas the time that I spent without youAnd I feel myself in bloom But, darling, be home soonI couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdledMy darling, be home soonIt's not just these few hours but I've been waiting since I toddledFor the great relief of having you to talk to But, darling, be home soonI couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdledMy darling, be home soonIt's not just these few hours but I've been waiting since I toddledFor the great relief of having you to talk to Go and beat your crazy head against the skyTry and see beyond the houses and your eyesIt's ok to shoot the moon But, darling, be home soonI couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdledMy darling, be home soonIt's not just these few hours but I've been waiting since I toddledFor the great relief of having you to talk to Link to post Share on other sites
viatroy Posted July 19, 2006 Share Posted July 19, 2006 Oh i used to be disgustedAnd now i try to be amused.But since their wings have got rusted,You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,That's when i knew that i could not refuse.And i won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes. I was watching while you're dancing away.Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.How come everybody wants to be your friend?You know that it still hurts me just to say it. Oh, i know that she's disgusted (oh why's that)Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad)She gets tired of the lust, (oh i'm so sad)But it's so hard to refuse.How can you say that i'm too old,When the angels have stolen my red shoes. Oh, i said "i'm so happy, i could die."She said "drop dead," then left with another guy.That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.Oh i used to be disgustedAnd now i try to be amused.But since their wings have got rusted,You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Laminated Kat Posted July 19, 2006 Share Posted July 19, 2006 To Dad: Just like a bird that sings up the sunIn a dawn so very darkSuch is my faith for youSuch is my faithAnd all the world's darkness can't swallow upA single sparkSuch is my love for youSuch is my love There is a kingdomThere is a kingAnd he lives withoutAnd he lives within The starry heavens above meThe moral law withinSo the world appearsSo the world appearsThis day so sweetIt will never come againSo the world appearsThrough this mist of tears There is a kingdomThere is a kingAnd he lives withoutAnd he lives within Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted July 20, 2006 Share Posted July 20, 2006 To the rich man's bright lodgesI ride in this windOn my good horse, I call youMy shiny black Bess To the playhouse of fortuneTo take the bright silverAnd gold you have takenFrom somebody else And as we go ridingIn the damp foggy midnightYou snort, my good ponyAnd you give me your best For you know and I knowGood horse 'mongst the rich onesHow oftimes we go thereAn unwelcome guest I never took foodFrom the widows and orphansAnd never a hardworking man I oppressed So take your pace easyFor home soon like lightningWe soon will be ridingMy shiny black Bess No fat rich man's ponyCan ever overtake youAnd there's not a riderFrom the east to the west Could hold you a lightIn this dark mist and midnightWhen the potbellied thievesChase the unwelcome guest I don't know, good horseAs we trot in this dark hereThat robbing the richIs for worse or for best They take it by stealingAnd lying and gamblingAnd I take it my wayMy shiny black Bess I treat horses goodAnd I'm friendly to strangersI ride and your runningMakes my guns talk the best And the rangers and deputiesAre hired by the rich manTo catch me and hang meMy shining Black Bess Yes, they'll catch me napping one dayAnd they'll kill meAnd then I'll be goneBut that won't be my end For my guns and my saddleWill always be filledBy unwelcome travelersAnd other brave men And they'll take the moneyAnd spread it out equalJust like the BibleAnd the prophets suggest But men that go ridingTo help these poor workersThe rich will cut downLike an unwelcome guest Link to post Share on other sites
Nobody Girl Posted July 20, 2006 Share Posted July 20, 2006 She plays Wipeout on the drumsThe squirrels and the birds comeGather 'round to sing the guitarOh, I...Have you got nothing to say?When all words fail, she speaksHer mix tape's a masterpieceWalks through the gardenSo the roses can seeOh, I...Have you got nothing to say? And you can seeThe daisies in her footstepsDandelions,Butterflies,I wanna be KateKateKateKate Every day she wears the same thingI think she smokes potShe's everything I wantShe's everything I'm notOh, I...Have you got nothing to say? She never gets wetShe smiles and it's a rainbow (oh, oh)And she speaks,And she breathesI wanna be KateKateKateKate Down byThe Rosemary and CameronShe hands out the Bhagavad GitaI see her around every couple daysI wanna see her so thatI can say, "hey...Kate" She never gets wetShe smiles and it's a rainbow (oh, oh)You can seeI wanna wanna wanna wanna be...KateKateKate Link to post Share on other sites
Sid Hartha Posted July 20, 2006 Share Posted July 20, 2006 My lonely mileIs charming from aboveDo not run my loveNo one is harming you Why do you dreamOf strange men in aeroplanesAnd parachutes tornBy wings of thorn Your lovely smileShould not be touchedDo not sip this poisonNo one is huntingNo fox and no horn Why do you fearWhat takes to the airBefore it is bornOn wings of thorn Link to post Share on other sites
viatroy Posted July 20, 2006 Share Posted July 20, 2006 That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds andsnakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - worldserves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feedit off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, the Ladderstart to clatter with fear fight down height. Wirein a fire, representing seven games, and a governmentfor hire at a combat site. Left of west and coming ina hurry with the furys breathing down your neck. Teamby team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.Look at that low playing. Fine, then. Uh oh,overflow, population, common food, but it'll do to Saveyourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture andthe revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling prettypsyched. It's the end of the world as we know it.It's the end of the world as we know it.It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreigntowers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourselfchurn. Lock it in, uniforming, book burning, bloodletting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down.Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means nofear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,offer me alternatives and I decline. It's the end of the world as we know it.It's the end of the world as we know it.It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. The other night I dreamt of knives, continentaldrift divide. Mountains sit in a line, LeonardBernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and LesterBangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! Yousymbiotic, patriotic, slam bug net, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it.It's the end of the world as we know it.It's the end of the world as we know it and I feelfine...fine... I think God wanted me to post this. Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted July 20, 2006 Share Posted July 20, 2006 Definitely troubled times, with death, destruction, wars, environmental breakdown.... Thank God for music! ----------------------- Lord, there goes Johnny AppleseedHe might pass by in the hour of needThere's a lot of soulsAin't drinking from no well locked in a factory Hey - look there goesHey - look there goesIf you're after getting the honey - heyThen you don't go killing all the bees Lord, there goes Martin Luther KingNotice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ringI hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying*Is what was true now no longer so Hey - I hear what you're sayingHey - I hear what he's sayingIf you're after getting the honey - heyThen you don't go killing all the bees What the people are sayingAnd we know every road - go, goWhat the people are sayingThere ain't no berries on the trees Let the summertime sunFall on the apple - fall on the apple Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nineBlack sheep of the angels riding, riding down the lineWe think there is a soul, we don't knowThat soul is hard to find Hey - down along the roadHey - down along the roadIf you're after getting the honeyThen you don't go killing all the bees Hey - it's what the people are sayingIt's what the people are sayingHey - there ain't no berries on the treesHey - that's what the people are saying, no berries on the treesYou're checking out the honey, babyYou had to go killin' all the bees Link to post Share on other sites
jdlee23 Posted July 21, 2006 Share Posted July 21, 2006 Love in our life is just too valuableOh, to feel for even a second without itBut life without death is just impossibleOh, to realize something is ending within usFeeling yourself disintegrate Short and Sweet. Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted July 23, 2006 Share Posted July 23, 2006 Baby mellow my mind,Make me feel like aschoolboy on good time,Jugglin' nickels and dimes,Satisfied with thefish on the line. I've been down the roadand I've come backLonesome whistleon the railroad trackAin't got nothing on thosefeelings that I had. Something so hard to find,A situation that cancasualize your mind. I've been down the roadand I've come backLonesome whistleon the railroad trackAin't got nothing on thosefeelings that I had. Baby mellow my mind,Make me feel like aschoolboy on good time,Jugglin' nickels and dimes,Satisfied with thefish on the line. Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Laminated Kat Posted July 24, 2006 Share Posted July 24, 2006 Driving home I see those flooded fieldsHow can people not know what beauty this isI've taken it for granted my whole lifeSince the day I was born Clouds hang on these curves like meAnd I kneel to the wheelOf the fox confessor on splendid heelsAnd he shames me from my seatAnd on my guilty feetI follow him in retreat What purpose in these deedsOh fox confessor pleaseWho married me to these orphaned blues"It's not for you to know, but for you to weep and wonderWhen the death of your civilization precedes you." Will I ever see you againWill there be no one above me to put my faith inI flooded my sleeves as I drove home again Link to post Share on other sites
Gobias Industries Posted July 24, 2006 Share Posted July 24, 2006 Well I miss my motherAnd I miss being her sonAs crazy as I was IGuess I wasn't much of oneSometimes I miss her so much,I want to hop on the next jetAnd I get lonely, but I ain't that lonely yetAnd I love my sisterLord knows how I've missed herShe loves meAnd she knows I won't forgetAnd sometimes I get jealousOf all her little petsAnd I get lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet I roll over in bedLooking for someone to touchThere's a girl that I know ofBut don't ask for muchShe's homely, and she's crankyAnd her hair's in a netAnd I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet Are you my friend when I need oneI need someone to be oneI take anybody I can getAnd sometimes I wanna call youAnd I feel like a petAnd I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet I go down to the riverFilled with regretI go down and I wonderIf there was any reason leftI left just before my lungs could get wetI'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet And I love my sisterLord knows how I've missed herShe loves meAnd she knows I won't forgetAnd sometimes I get jealousOf all her little petsAnd I get lonely, but I ain't that lonely yetYeah I get lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet Link to post Share on other sites
j4lackey Posted July 24, 2006 Share Posted July 24, 2006 Well I miss my motherAnd I miss being her sonAs crazy as I was IGuess I wasn't much of oneSometimes .....Whodat? Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted July 24, 2006 Share Posted July 24, 2006 Whodat?The talented Mr. Jack White. Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted July 24, 2006 Share Posted July 24, 2006 I want to live where soul meets bodyAnd let the sun wrap its arms around meAnd bathe my skin in water cool and cleansingAnd feel, feel what its like to be new Cause in my head there's a greyhound stationWhere I send my thoughts to far off destinationsSo they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here I cannot guess what we'll discoverBetween the dirt with our palms cut like shovelsBut I know our filthy hand can wash one another'sAnd not one speck will remain I do believe it's trueThat there are roads left in both of our shoesIf the silence takes you Then I hope it takes me tooSo brown eyes I hold you nearCause you're the only song I want to hearA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted July 25, 2006 Share Posted July 25, 2006 When you're weary, feeling small,When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them allIm on your side when times get roughAnd friends just cant be found,Like a bridge over troubled waterI will lay me down.Like a bridge over troubled waterI will lay me down. When you're down and out,When you're on the street,When evening falls so hardI will comfort you.I'll take your part.When darkness comesAnd pain is all around,Like a bridge over troubled waterI will lay me down.Like a bridge over troubled waterI will lay me down. Sail on silvergirl,Sail on byYour time has come to shine.All your dreams are on their waySee how they shineIf you need a friendI'm sailing right behindLike a bridge over troubled waterI will ease your mindLike a bridge over troubled waterI will ease your mind Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted July 25, 2006 Share Posted July 25, 2006 How can it be that you people keep posting songs I love (Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits?? A blast from the past, and one of my favorites). One day I'll grow out of this AWATT stage and get back to some of this fine, fine music, like .... Sometimes Most of the time means... Most of the timeI'm clear focused all around,Most of the timeI can keep both feet on the ground,I can follow the path, I can read the signs,Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,I can handle whatever I stumble upon,I don't even notice she's gone,Most of the time. Most of the timeIt's well understood,Most of the timeI wouldn't change it if I could,I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,I can survive, I can endureAnd I don't even think about herMost of the time. Most of the timeMy head is on straight,Most of the timeI'm strong enough not to hate.I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thickI can smile in the face of mankind.Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mineMost of the time. Most of the timeShe ain't even in my mind,I wouldn't know her if I saw herShe's that far behind.Most of the timeI can't even be sureIf she was ever with meOr if I was with her. Most of the timeI'm halfway content,Most of the timeI know exactly where I went,I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,I don't compromised and I don't pretend,I don't even care if I ever see her againMost of the time. Link to post Share on other sites
Sid Hartha Posted July 25, 2006 Share Posted July 25, 2006 Still drinking on the corner Just don't say I didn't warn you Always nagging big brother He's only looking out for you Tony The Pony Tony The Pony You're still standing on the corner Just don't say I didn't warn you Old and jealous big brother You had your time and you spent it Crying Now, Tony The Pony Tony The Pony So, that's what they call you now ? When you're free outside So cold and hard and in control And ... There's a free ride on Tony The Pony Oh, why do you always wanna stop me From doing the things in life that make me happy ? And when I'm outside with friends, laughing loudly Why do you always wanna stop me ? Oh, I would never I would never But you will carry the can for anyone The free ride on Gullible Tony You're drunker quicker And you're sicker even quicker For something heavy is gonna fall on you Oh ... And what do they call you now ? When you're free outside So cold and hard and in control And, oh ... been a lark There's a free ride on Fucked-up Tony I will never say I told you so Or how I knew that something bad Would happen to you I don't wanna say I told you so Oh, but Tony, I told you so !!! Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Laminated Kat Posted July 25, 2006 Share Posted July 25, 2006 The echo to your yellthe ripple to your divethe currents under your wave electricityflows through mei send it out to youwe were chargedwith the founding polesof a million yearsa million yearsbefore ushave trembled in their fears never saw you never heard youbut i knew that you where thereeverywherei could feel you all around me i know that i am just a grain of sandmeeting water at the landwe could make our castles hereand sweep them all away i know that i am just a drop of waterfrozen into ice on the stormy earthwho gave us birthover and over in cycleslovely cycles never saw you never heard youbut i knew that you were thereeverywherei could feel you all around me never saw you never heard youbut i knew that you were thereeverywherei could feel you all around me Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted July 26, 2006 Share Posted July 26, 2006 In Chocolate Town all the trains are painted brownOn the silver paper of the wrapperThere's a dapper little manAnd he wears a wax moustacheThat he twists with nicotine fingersAs he drops his cigarette ashAnd someone comes and sweeps it upAnd then he doffs his capAnd there's a rat in someone's bedroomAnd they're shutting someone's trapAnd they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the presentAnd the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent.And they're moving problem families from the South up to the North,Mother's crying over some soft soap opera divorce,And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of course,And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces. It's like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope.There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,The sedated homes of England, are theirs to vandalize. So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name,And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.And they feel like knocking down the little palaces. You're the twinkle in your daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble,You made the girls all turn their heads, and in turn they made you miserable.To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the invisible. So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name,And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.And they feel like knocking down the little palaces. Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted July 26, 2006 Share Posted July 26, 2006 "Crash and burn All the stars explode tonight How'd you get so desperate? How'd you stay alive? Help me please Burn the sorrow from your eyes Oh come on, be alive again Don't lay down and die Hey hey, you know what to do Oh baby, drive away to Malibu Get well soon Please don't go any higher How are you so burned when you're barely on fire? Cry to the angels I'm gonna rescue you I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby Pour over me Hey hey, we're all watching you Oh baby, fly away to Malibu Cry to the angels That swallow you Go and part the sea, yeah, in Malibu And the sun goes down I watch you slip away And the sun goes down I walk into the waves And the sun goes down I watch you slip away And I walk And I knew love would tear you apart Oh, and I knew the darkest secret of your heart Hey hey, I'm gonna follow you Oh baby, fly away, yeah, to Malibu Oceans of angels Oceans of stars Down by the sea is where you drown your scars I can't be near you The light just radiates" _________________________________________________My blog Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted July 26, 2006 Share Posted July 26, 2006 Sometimes Most of the time means... Most of the time Oh yes, one of my favorites from Dylan. Does anyone listen to Roxy Music anymore? Now the party's overI'm so tiredThen I see you comingOut of nowhereMuch communication in a motionWithout conversation or a notionAvalonWhen the samba takes youOut of nowhereAnd the background's fadingOut of focusYes the picture's changingEvery momentAnd your destinationYou don't know itAvalonWhen you bossanovaThere's no holdingWould you have me dancingOut of nowhereAvalon ... Link to post Share on other sites
Sid Hartha Posted July 28, 2006 Share Posted July 28, 2006 Once upon a time the AK-47 provided some solace to anyone who defied the empire and who dared to march and hold a gun I remember walking through the jungle looking up through my new defoliated roof; Everybody said : "Ooh, run for cover" but I stood my ground cos I knew: There was nothing that could catch us there was nothing that could hurt us yeh, we'd inherit the earth As long as we kept that hatred in our heart as long as we could strike first With our AK-47 With the power of AK-47 Yeh, now things have changed it seems so far away that the war was something we could win. They shoot us from Tampa out by the pool as they drink gin and have a swim. Well there's satellites that see us no matter where we are And weapons that we can't understand Microwaves to burn us and sound waves to hurt us from a robot plane- 'Made in Japan' But I still believe in AK-47 I'll never leave my AK-47 Yeh, I've still got the hatred in my heart it's the only thing that keeps me alive Most of my friends deserted, some of them betrayed us, lots of them I watched die. But there's one friend I've kept through all the wars you slept through he's been faithful, he's never cried. Always up for fighting; killing that invader- The AK-47 by my side. AK-47 Kalishnikov AK-47 Link to post Share on other sites
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