Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted September 6, 2006 Share Posted September 6, 2006 Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump itSometimes it gets so hard, you seeI'm just sitting here beating on my trumpetWith all these promises you left for meBut where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I waited for you when I was half sickYes, I waited for you when you hated meWell, I waited for you inside of the frozen trafficWhen you knew I had some other place to beNow, where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, anybody can be just like me, obviouslyBut then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately. Well, six white horses that you did promiseWere fin'lly delivered down to the penitentiaryBut to live outside the law, you must be honestI know you always say that you agreeBut where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I don't know how it happenedBut the river-boat captain, he knows my fateBut ev'rybody else, even yourselfThey're just gonna have to wait. Well, I got the fever down in my pocketsThe Persian drunkard, he follows meYes, I can take him to your house but I can't unlock itYou see, you forgot to leave me with the keyOh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Now, I been in jail when all my mail showedThat a man can't give his address out to bad companyAnd now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroadIn the ruins of your balconyWond'ring where you are tonight, sweet Marie. Link to post Share on other sites
JUDE Posted September 7, 2006 Share Posted September 7, 2006 Someone and someonewere down by the pondLooking for somethingto plant in the lawn.Out in the fields theywere turning the soilI'm sitting here hopingthis water will boilWhen I look through the windowsand out on the roadThey're bringing me presentsand saying hello. Singing words, wordsbetween the lines of age.Words, wordsbetween the lines of age. If I was a junkmanselling you cars,Washing your windowsand shining your stars,Thinking your mindwas my own in a dreamWhat would you wonderand how would it seem?Living in castlesa bit at a timeThe King started laughingand talking in rhyme. Singing words, wordsbetween the lines of age.Words, wordsbetween the lines of age. Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted September 8, 2006 Share Posted September 8, 2006 WakeFrom your sleepThe drying of your tearsToday we escapeWe escapePackAnd get dressedBefore your father hears usBefore all hell breaks looseBreathe, keep breathingDon't lose your nerveBreathe, keep breathingI can't do this aloneSing us a song, a song to keep us warmThere's such a chill, such a chill And You can laughA spineless laughWe hope your rules and wisdom choke youAnd now we are oneIn everlasting peaceWe hope that you choke, that you chokeWe hope that you choke, that you chokeWe hope that you choke, that you choke Link to post Share on other sites
Aeglos Posted September 8, 2006 Share Posted September 8, 2006 The golden sun is ever gentle in the Valley of Making,Where it's the middle of the Autumn when it isn't high Spring,There are men of many colors and women of all raceswearing white, white linenand smiles on their faces - Blue rose... There are roses round the edges of the grand property,The words Link to post Share on other sites
renic Posted September 8, 2006 Share Posted September 8, 2006 With depravity,I break lots of gravityBlast past the atmosphereto the last frontierI go boldly through space and timeThe sky's the limit,but they're limiting the skyI break orbit by habit,I ignite satellites and leave rings round the planetsA flying ace like that beagle,nevertheless this alien remains illegalCause their discovery don Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted September 8, 2006 Share Posted September 8, 2006 Songs about self destructive teens by survivors (of local interest to me: Gibby Haynes' dad is a Dallas area celebrity...He is Mr. Peppermint, a noted children's show host in the 70's and 80's ). Marky got with SharonSharon got ChericeShe was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of diseaseMikey had a facial scarBobby was a racistThey were all in love with dyin'They were doin' it in TexasTommy played piano like a kid out in the rainThen he lost his leg in DallasHe was dancin' with a trainThey were all in love with dyin'They were drinking from a fountainThat was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimesThe images it showsI can taste you on my lips andSmell you in my clothesCinnamon and sugaryLike softly spoken liesYou never know just how you lookThrough other people's eyes Some will die in hot pursuitIn firey auto crashesSome will die in hot pursuitWhile sifting through my ashesSome will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountainThat is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimesThe images it showsI can taste you on my lips andSmell you in my clothesCinnamon and sugaryLike softly spoken liesYou never know just how you lookThrough other people's eyes I don't mind the sun sometimesThe images it showsI can taste you on my lips andSmell you in my clothesCinnamon and sugaryLike softly spoken liesYou never know just how you lookThrough other people's eyes Another Mikey caught a knifeWhile arguing in trafficFlipper died a natural deathHe caught a nasty virusThen there was the ever presentFootball player-rapistThey were all in love with dyin'They were doin' it in TexasBilly caught a bulletBut it only hit his legWell, it should have been a better shotAnd got him in the headThey were all in love with dyin'They were drinkin' from a fountainThat was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down t he mountail ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years oldFell from the roof on East Two-nineCathy was 11 when she pulled the plugOn 26 reds and a bottle of wineBobby got leukemia, 14 years oldHe looked like 65 when he diedHe was a friend of mine Those are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died G-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rottenSo they died of hepatitis in upper ManhattanSly in Vietnam took a bullet in the headBobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wedThey were two more friends of mineTwo more friends that died / I miss 'em--they died Those are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died Mary took a dry dive from a hotel roomBobby hung himself from a cell in the tombsJudy jumped in front of a subway trainEddie got slit in the jugular veinAnd Eddie, I miss you more than all the others,And I salute you brother/ This song is for you my brother Those are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roofTony thought that his rage was just some goofBut Herbie sure gave Tony some bitchen proof"Hey," Herbie said, "Tony, can you fly?"But Tony couldn't fly . . . Tony died Those are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died Brian got busted on a narco rapHe beat the rap by rattin' on some bikersHe said, hey, I know it's dangerous,but it sure beats Riker'sBut the next day he got offedby the very same bikers Those are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years oldFell from the roof on East Two-nineCathy was 11 when she pulled the plugOn 26 reds and a bottle of wineBobby got leukemia, 14 years oldHe looked like 65 when he diedHe was a friend of mine Those are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died G-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rottenSo they died of hepatitis in upper ManhattanSly in Vietnam took a bullet in the headBobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wedThey were two more friends of mineTwo more friends that died / I miss 'em--they died Those are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThose are people who died, diedThey were all my friends, and they died Mary took a dry dive from a hotel roomBobby hung himself from a cell in the tombsJudy jumped in front of a subway trainEddie got slit in the jugular veinAnd Eddie, I miss you more than all the others,And I salute you brother/ This song is for you my brother Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted September 8, 2006 Share Posted September 8, 2006 He resurfaced on the sidewalk of my block the other dayyeah it's a fat check sorry charlie, honey, he's back from LA so son you better turn aroundyeah christ is on his way across townhe was getting tired of hanging aroundyeah he's back jack smoking crackfind him if you wanna get found he's having supper with the upper management of a new regimehe's in a new jacket tax bracket sandals & a dark pair of jeanshe's got deductions right on down the line dippin' ink cleans on all of mankindhave no fear he's right here drinkin' beer just trying to get down he resurfaced on the sidewalk of my block the other dayyeah it's a fat check sorry charlie, honey, he's back from the grave you better turn your frown upside downchrist is on his way across townhe was getting tired of hangin' aroundyea he's back jack shootin' smack find him if you wanna get found yeah he's back jack smokin' crack find him if you wanna get found Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted September 8, 2006 Share Posted September 8, 2006 Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.Well now, Jesus just left Chicago and hes bound for New Orleans.Yeah, yeah.Workin from one end to the other and all points in between. Took a jump through Mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.Took a jump through Mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.Yeah, yeah.Then out to California through the forests and the pines.Ah, take me with you, Jesus. You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.Yeah, yeah.You don't have to worry cause takin' care of business is his name. Link to post Share on other sites
mountain bed Posted September 8, 2006 Share Posted September 8, 2006 My glance is always darting,when I stroll the avenueAvoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my viewIf you are here with me,I trust you to lead the wayWhen you're not I follow you,and always go astray Silent in the morningSuspended in the treesLunch time comes,you've found your voiceIt brings me to my kneesThe volume just increasesThe resounding echoes growTill once again I bask in morning stillness I love so The target that I shoot for seems to move with every breathI tighten all my arteries and make one last requestDivine creation hears me,and he squashes me with fearI think this exact thing happened to me,just last year Silent in the morningYou found your voice that brings me toSilent in the morningYou found your voice that brings me toSilent in the morningYou found your voice that brings me to my knees I will not dismiss you,shelter you,speak with youSmile at you,trust in meHe'd like to brush you offAnd I'd agree Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted September 11, 2006 Share Posted September 11, 2006 Heard this on the radio today and remembered how much I love Petty... Let me run with you tonightIll take you on a moonlight rideThere's someone I used to seeBut she don't give a damn for me But let me get to the point, let's roll another jointAnd turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proudYou don't know how it feelsYou don't know how it feels to be me People come, people goSome grow young, some grow coldI woke up in betweenA memory and a dream So let's get to the point, let's roll another jointLet's head on down the roadThere's somewhere I gotta goAnd you don't know how it feelsYou don't know how it feels to be me My old man was born to rockHe's still tryin to beat the clockThink of me what you willI got a little space to fill So let's get to the point, let's roll another jointLet's head on down the roadThere's somewhere I gotta goAnd you don't know how it feelsNo, you don't know how it feels to be me Link to post Share on other sites
bobbob1313 Posted September 11, 2006 Share Posted September 11, 2006 we ain't got no place to goso let's go to the punk rock showdarling take me by the handwe're gonna see a punk rock bandthere's no use in tv showsradio or rodeosi wanna get into the crowdi wanna hear it played real loudain't got no money to paywe'll get in anyway doesn't matter i don't careit fells good so we should sharewe're going to the punk rawk show! oooohh!! ooohh!! Link to post Share on other sites
Sid Hartha Posted September 11, 2006 Share Posted September 11, 2006 It is cruel and blindand does not compensatethe brutal fractureleaves sprout all overout in the heart of the garden Your liver is oneYour brain is eight-twelfths of thought offYour liver is oneYour brain is eight-twelfths of thought off A quarter of the brain is leftto see it in 25 lineson your mindsetinfra-skunk-structure The editor bedraggled, stumbledsome hurt, some days with film crewtheir equipment strewn on the new developmentas the rain tumbles down over the riverside complexstill uncovering up the ominous thunder of the hail 'chanted by skyscraper tallSkyscraper tallWorld War One soldiers in green coats and picklehaube Joined by the old singer from Manchesterin the 1990s Brutal fractureleaves sprout in the heart of the gardenA quarter of brain is left to see it in 25 lines25 lines Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted September 14, 2006 Share Posted September 14, 2006 I didn't know you were the one for me, I couldn't seeBut you were waiting,For someone to come along to help you out to sing your song,And I was changing;All I see is you; All I feel is you for me! And I would really like to watch you ride;And always feel you by my side;I would really like to watch you rideAll on me! I go stumbling to the sky, and I seem to fly so highI see you, I feel you;You have a way of walking 'round your feet they never touch the ground,And you are shining;All I see is you; All I feel is you for me! Times don't change; Times don't ever change for me;And I know that you could be the only thing in my world,The only thing that my mind would find;For love, for love and peace of mind, for me, for me; Oh Your Shadow in the morning sun becomes my fun, and we can say,"I love you, love you;"My morning shines on silver beaches, your light flashes to the reachesOf my mind, my mind, ofMy mind, and my mind it comes alive with you;It's all that I can do to sit here and let you blow my mind;Ah! My mind,You're so fine, in my mind you're so fine, in my mind you're so fine,You're so fine, in my mind, you're so fine in mind. Link to post Share on other sites
Lammycat Posted September 15, 2006 Share Posted September 15, 2006 I've been good, and I've been good for nothingI had it bad for something seems like a long time agoAnd the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowersSown by the April showers and what they may or may not bringI always get lucky in the springI have been good for nothing Loose lips are bound to sink shipsAnd many times I've watched my own self drownClinging fast to my lucidityLike a life raft that's always sinking down One big drink and then anotherPull my head down far beneath the wavesWhere I'm living like a mermaid decked in stolen jewelsFrom the drowning men I've saved I've been good, and I've been good for nothingI had it bad for something seems like a long time agoAnd the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowersSown by the April showers and what they may or may not bringI always get lucky in the springI have been good for nothing Black crows break and scatter wideThe buckshot blast soaring out of sightClouds of heat and dust that rise up from the groundOn a slow and gasping flight I'm bound to think about my brotherWhen August sucks the colors from the airAnd Kudzu vines make tangled monstersOf the trees where we first learned to play fair Forgive and forget are words that never slid across my tongueRevenge like a fleeting Christmas morning I knew when I was youngPut the toys back in their boxesLet me tear the ribbons off them just once moreInside my little box of bones a ray of light shinesWhere I'm slowly keeping score I've been good, and I've been good for nothingI had it bad for something seems like a long time agoAnd the dirt beneath my nails is notFrom some field of flowersSung by the April showers and what they may or may not bringI always get lucky in the springI have been good for nothingI have been good for nothing Link to post Share on other sites
mountain bed Posted September 18, 2006 Share Posted September 18, 2006 Hey...look in the airThere's smoke fillin' everywhereAnd hey,look on the groundThere's blood spillin' all around We live in the Garden of Eden,yeahDon't know why we want to tear The whole thing to the groundWe live in the Garden of Eden,yeahDon't know why we want to tearThe whole thing down Hey...look at the green green treeIt ain't quite as green green as it used to beAnd hey,look at the cool clear waterIt ain't quite as cool and clearAs it ought to be,and We live in the Garden of Eden,yeahDon't know why we want to tearThe whole thing to the groundWe live in the Garden of Eden,yeahDon't know why we want to tearThe whole thing down Hey...look at the peopleSometimes we forget That we're just peopleAnd we're fallin' head over heels'Cause all of us forget quite how to feel We live in the Garden of Eden,yeahDon't know why we want to tearThe whole thing to the groundWe live in the Garden of Eden,yeahDon't know why we want to tearThe whole thing down Link to post Share on other sites
embiggen Posted September 18, 2006 Share Posted September 18, 2006 Grannys always ravin and rantinAnd shes always puffin and pantin,And shes always screaming and shouting,And shes always brewing up tea. Grandpappys never late for his dinner,Cos he loves his leg of beefAnd he washes it down with a brandy,And a fresh made cup of tea. Chorus:Have a cuppa tea, have a cuppa tea,Have a cuppa tea, have a cuppa tea,Halleluja, halleluja, halleluja, rosie leaHalleluja, halleluja, halleluja rosie lea. If you feel a bit under the weather,If you feel a little bit peeved,Take grannys stand-by potionFor any old cough or wheeze.Its a cure for hepatitis its a cure for chronic insomnia,Its a cure for tonsilitis and for water on the knee. Tea in the morning, tea in the evening, tea at supperTime,You get tea when its raining, tea when its snowing.Tea when the weathers fine,You get tea as a mid-day stimulantYou get tea with your afternoon teaFor any old ailment or diseaseFor christ sake have a cuppa tea. Whatever the situation whatever the race or creed,Tea knows no segregation, no class nor pedigreeIt knows no motivations, no sect or organisation,It knows no one religion,Nor political belief. Link to post Share on other sites
froggie Posted September 18, 2006 Share Posted September 18, 2006 Send an ill wind make it realNot unlike the broken sealAnd you might bury me poorPauper's graves have their appealWell it's such unsound adviceWhich you gave like Vincent PriceIt's the pit's sweet pendulumThose were days remember themSend an ill wind make it realSuch a lovely clear eyed feelSend an ill wind make it realSuch a lovely clear eyed feel And the next thing I need more I want all that's in the storeTime for truth it's time to tryFor the times they tend to tryAs for you unearthly childYou just did not make B gradeAnd you did not like the tradeSend an ill wind make it realSuch a lovely clear eyed feelSend an ill wind make it realSuch a lovely clear eyed feel Link to post Share on other sites
jenbobblehead Posted September 19, 2006 Share Posted September 19, 2006 It was the army train that took her daddy from herIt was the bible train that took her momma tooAnd that high loud whistle made her horse run awayBut the straw the broke the camel's back was you It was the government train that took away her childhoodIt was the KKK that took away her pastIt was the white man's will that hers be brokenBut that barefoot girl could run too fast Because the world's too cold for a girl like that with aBlackfoot soul and a cowboy hatEverything she loved went down the dragon trackShe had a fear of trains In the beet fields of MontanaShe's always coming on dead railsto break the plow and whisper "Honey,bound to live is bound to fail" And in a park in San Franciscoher momma shrieks about the LordAnd down the dead rails there's an echoThe wind is whistling all-aboard Because the world's too cold for a girl like that with aBlackfoot soul and a cowboy hatEverything she loved went down the dragon trackShe had a fear of trainsCHORUS It was the wagon train that took away her countryIt was the oil train that took away her landShe could have been the belle of the ponderosabut that was not the fat man's plan Because the world's too cold for a girl like that with aBlackfoot soul and a cowboy hatEverything she loved went down the dragon trackShe had a fear of trains Link to post Share on other sites
embiggen Posted September 19, 2006 Share Posted September 19, 2006 Somebody pick up my pieces I'm scattered everywhere And put me back together And put me way over thereTake me out of contention I surrender my crown So somebody pick up my pieces It's just me comin' downWell, I sure thought I had her Lord, I know she had me What I thought was heaven Is just falling debris Well, I may not be crazy But I got one hell of a startSomebody pick up my piecesI think I'm fallin' apart Don't follow my footstepsStep over my trail The road is too narrow And your footing could failAnd the fall to the bottom Could tear you apart And they'll be pickin' up piecesOf you and your heart Don't follow my footstepsStep over my trail The road is too narrow And your footing could fail And the fall to the bottom Could tear you apart And they'll be pickin' up piecesOf you and your heartAnd they'll be pickin' up pieces of you and your heart Link to post Share on other sites
embiggen Posted September 19, 2006 Share Posted September 19, 2006 You know, your mama and your daddySaying I'm no good to youThey call me dirty from the alleyTill I don't know what to doI get so tired of sneakin' aroundJust to get to your back doorI crawled past the garbage andYour mama jumped out, screamin'"Don't come back no more"I can't take it My guitar wants to kill your mamaMy guitar wants to kill your mamaMy guitar wants to burn your dadI get real mean when it makes me mad Later I tried to call youYour mama told me you weren't thereShe told me don't bother to call againUnless I cut off all my hairI get so tired of sneakin' aroundJust to get to your back doorI crawled past the garbage andYour mama jumped out, screamin'"Don't come back no more" Later I tried to call youYour mama told me you weren't thereShe told me don't bother to call againUnless I cut off all my hairI get so tired of sneakin' aroundJust to get to your back doorI crawled past the garbage andYour mama jumped out, screamin'"Don't come back no more" My guitar wants to kill your mamaMy guitar wants to kill your mamaMy guitar wants to burn your dadI get real mean when it makes me mad Link to post Share on other sites
Sid Hartha Posted September 20, 2006 Share Posted September 20, 2006 (edited) I stumbled out of bedI got ready for the struggleI smoked a cigaretteAnd I tightened up my gutI said this can't be meMust be my doubleAnd I can't forgetI can't forgetI can't forgetbut I don't remember what I'm burning up the roadI'm heading down to PhoenixI got this old addressOf someone that I knewWas high and fine and freeAh, you should have seen usAnd I can't forgetI can't forgetI can't forget but I don't remember who I'll be there todayWith a big bouquet of cactusI got this rig that runs on memoriesAnd I promise, cross my heart,They'll never catch usBut if they do, just tell them it was me I loved you all my lifeAnd that's how I want to end itSummer's almost goneand winter's tuning upYeah, the summer's goneBut a lot goes on foreverAnd I can't forgetI can't forgetI can't forget but I don't remember what Edited September 20, 2006 by Sid Hartha Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. Heartbreak Posted September 20, 2006 Share Posted September 20, 2006 I come and stand at every doorBut no one hears my silent prayerI knock and yet remain unseenFor I am dead, for I am dead I'm only seven although I diedIn Hiroshima long agoI'm seven now as I was thenWhen children die they do not grow My hair was scorched by swirling flameMy eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blindDeath came and turned my bones to dustAnd that was scattered by the wind I need no fruit, I need no riceI need no sweets nor even breadI ask for nothing for myselfFor I am dead, for I am dead All that I ask is that for peaceYou fight today, you fight todaySo that the children of this worldMay live and grow and laugh and play Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 Every night I just wanna go out, get out of my headEvery day I dont want to get up, get out of my bedEvery night I want to play outAnd every day I want to do ooh ooh oh ohBut tonight I just want to stay inAnd be with you,And be with you.OohOohBelieve me mamaEvery day I lean on a lamp post, Im wasting my timeEvery day I lay on a pillow, Im resting my mindEvery morning brings a new dayEvery night that day is through ooh ooh oh ohBut tonight I just want to stay inAnd be with you,And be with you.OohOohBelieve me mama oohOoh Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted September 22, 2006 Share Posted September 22, 2006 I was in your presence for an hour or soOr was it a day? I truly don't know.Where the sun never set, where the trees hung lowBy that soft and shining sea.Did you respect me for what I didOr for what I didn't do, or for keeping it hid?Did I lose my mind when I tried to get ridOf everything you see? In the summertime, ah in the summertime,In the summertime when you were with me. I got the heart and you got the blood,We cut through iron and we cut through mud.Then came the warnin' that was before the floodThat set everybody free.Fools they made a mock of sin,Our loyalty they tried to winBut you were closer to me than my next of kinWhen they didn't want to know or see. In the summertime, ah in the summertime,In the summertime when you were with me. Strangers, they meddled in our affairs,Poverty and shame was theirs.But all that sufferin' was not to be comparedWith the glory that is to be.And I'm still carrying the gift you gave,It's a part of me now, it's been cherished and saved,It'll be with me unto the graveAnd then unto eternity. In the summertime, ah in the summertime,In the summertime when you were with me. Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 Call out the instigatorsBecause there's something in the airWe've got to get together sooner or laterBecause the revolution's here, and you know it's rightAnd you know that it's right We have got to get it togetherWe have got to get it together now Lock up the streets and housesBecause there's something in the airWe've got to get together sooner or laterBecause the revolution's here, and you know it's rightAnd you know that it's right We have got to get it togetherWe have got to get it together now Hand out the arms and ammoWe're going to blast our way through hereWe've got to get together sooner or laterBecause the revolution's here, and you know it's rightAnd you know that it's right We have got to get it togetherWe have got to get it together Now Link to post Share on other sites
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