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Post by Alan Palmer on Aug 18, 2008 13:53:56 GMT
Some song lyrics can stand on their own; this is one of my favourite songs. The music and singing are so-so, in my opinion, but the lyrics are superb. Wonderful Tonight Eric Clapton It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear. She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair. And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?" And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."
We go to a party and everyone turns to see This beautiful lady that's walking around with me. And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?" And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."
I feel wonderful because I see The love light in your eyes. And the wonder of it all Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.
It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head, So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed. And then I tell her, as I turn out the light, I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight. Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."
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Post by Alan Palmer on Aug 18, 2008 14:27:51 GMT
Maybe I'm an old softy, but I'm a sucker for some (well-written) song lyrics. This is an Ian Dury and the Blockheads song, Wake Up And Make Love With MeI come awake with the gift for womankind you’re still alseep but the gift don’t seem to mind rise on this occation halfway up your back sliding down your body touching your behind
you look so self-possessed I won’t distrub your rest it’s lovely when you’re sleeping but wide awake is best
ow, wake up and make love with me wake up and make love wake up and make love with me I don’t wanna make you i’ll let the fancy take you and you’ll wake up and make love
you come awake in a horny morning mood and we’ll have a proper wriggle in the naughty, naked nude roll against my body get me where you want me what happens next is private it’s also very rude
i’ll go and get the post and make some tea and toast you have a nother sleep luv it’s me that needs it most
ow, wake up and make love with me wake up and make love wake up and make love with me I don’t wanna make you i’ll let the fancy take you and your’ll wake up and make love
wake up and make love with me wake up and make love wake up and make love with me wake up and make love wake up wake up wake up wake up
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Post by Alan Palmer on Aug 18, 2008 14:32:11 GMT
On the subject of Ian Dury and the Blockheads, this is most definitely not a romantic song. The lyrics are great, though. Billericay Dickie
Good evening, I'm from Essex In case you couldn't tell My given name is Dickie I come from Billericay And I'm doing very well
Had a love affair with Nina In the back of my cortina A seasoned-up hyena Could not have been more obscener She took me to the cleaners And other misdemeanours But I got right up between her Rum and her Ribena
Well, you ask Joyce and Vicky If candy-floss is sticky I'm not a blinking thicky I'm Billericay Dickie And I'm doing very well
I bought a lot of Brandy When I was courting Sandy To aim to make her randy And all I had was shandy Another thing with Sandy What often came in handy Was passing her and Mandy She didn't half go bandy
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky If I ever took the mickey I'm not a flipping thicky I'm Billericay Dickie And I'm doing very well
I'd rendez-vous with Janet Quite near the Isle of Thanet She looked more like a gannet She wasn't half a prannet Her mother tried to ban it Her father helped me plan it And when I captured Janet She bruised her pomegranate
Oh, you ask Joyce and Vicky If I ever shaped up tricky I'm not a blooming thicky I'm Billericay Dickie And I'm doing very well
You should never hold a candle If you don't know where it's been The jackpot is in the handle On a normal fruit machine
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky Who's there favourite brickie I'm not a common thicky I'm Billericay Dickie And I'm doing very well
I know a lovely old toe-rag Obliging and noblesse Kindly, charming shag from Shoeburyness My given name is Dickie I come from Billericay I thought you'd never guess
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky A pair of squeaky chickies I'm not a flaming thicky I'm Billericay Dicky And I'm doing very well
Oh golly, oh gosh Come and lie on the couch With a nice bit of posh From Burnham-on-Crouch My given name is Dickie I come from Billericay And I ain't a slouch
So, you ask Joyce and Vicky About Billericay Dickie I ain't an effing thicky You ask Joyce and Vicky And I'm doing very well
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Post by Verbivore on Aug 18, 2008 14:57:14 GMT
Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy - Television, The Drug Of The Nation Lyrics (Please don't hold me responsible for the (lack of) punctuation; that's how it was on the record jacket.)
One Nation under God has turned into One Nation under the influence of one drug
Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V., I.T. satellite links our United States of unconciousness Apathetic therapeutic and extremely addictive the methadone metronome pumping out 150 channels 24 hours a day you can flip through all of them and still there's nothing worth watching
T.V. is the reason why less than ten percent of our Nation reads books daily Why most people think Central America means Kansas Socialism means unAmerican and Apartheid is a new headache remedy
absorbed in its world it's so hard to find us It shapes our minds the most maybe the mother of our Nation should remind us that we're sitting to close to ...
Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V. is the stomping ground for political candidates Where bears in the woods are chased by Grecian Formula'd bald eagles
T.V. is mechanized politics' remote control over the masses co-sponsored by environmentally safe gases watch for the PBS special
It's the perpetuation of the two party system where image takes precedence over wisdom Where sound bite politics are served to the fastfood culture
Where straight teeth in your mouth are more important than the words that come out of it Race baiting is the way to get selected Willie Horton or Will he not get elected on ...
Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V. is it the reflector or the director? Does it imitate us or do we imitate it Because a child watches 1500 murders before he's twelve years old and we wonder how we've created a Jason generation that learns to laugh rather than abhor the horror
T.V. is the place where armchair generals and quarterbacks can experience first hand the excitement of video warfare as the theme song is sung in the background
Sugar sweet sitcoms that leave us with a bad actor taste while pop stars metamorphosize into soda pop stars You saw the video You heard the soundtrack Well now go buy the soft drink Well, the only cola that I support would be a union C.O.L.A. (Cost of Living Allownace) On Television.
Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
Back again, "New and Improved", we return to our irregularly programmed schedule hidden cleverly between heavy breasted beer and car commericals
CNN ESPN ABC TNT but mostly B.S. Where oxymoronic language like "virtually spotless" "fresh frozen" "light yet filling" and "military intelligence" have become standard
T.V. is the place where phrases are redefined like "recession" to "necessary downturn" "crude oil" on a beach to "mousse" "Civilian death" to "collateral damages" and being killed by your own Army is now called "friendly fire"
T.V. is the place where the pursuit of happiness has become the pursuit of trivia Where toothpaste and cars have become sex objects Where imagination is sucked out of children by a cathode ray nipple T.V. is the only wet nurse that would create a cripple
Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation On Television ...
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Post by Alan Palmer on Aug 18, 2008 15:09:02 GMT
I feel almost obligated to post these lyrics by Pink Floyd from Shine On You Crazy Diamond since I use part of them in my signature here. Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the cross fire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Treatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
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Post by Verbivore on Aug 18, 2008 15:11:32 GMT
And predictably - "Mercedes Benz" (also known as "The Politician"):
Oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?
Oh lord, won't you buy me a colour TV?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh lord, won't you buy me a colour TV?
Oh lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?
I'm counting on you, lord, please don't let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?
Oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?
Sung by Janis Joplin. Written by Janis Joplin together with the poet Michael McClure and Bob Neuwirth
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Post by Verbivore on Aug 18, 2008 15:13:20 GMT
WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS - Queen
I've paid my dues Time after time I've done my sentence But committed no crime And bad mistakes I've made a few I've had my share of sand kicked in my face But I've come through. We are the champions my friends And we'll keep on fighting till the end We are the champions We are the champions No time for losers 'cause we are the champions of the world. I've taken my bows And my curtain calls You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it I thank you all But it's been no bed of roses No pleasure cruise I consider it a challenge before the whole human race And I ain't gonna lose. We are the champions ...
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Post by Pete on Aug 18, 2008 17:03:08 GMT
I just find this one very moving, by The Pogues
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Post by Alan Palmer on Aug 18, 2008 19:01:42 GMT
In a much darker mood, Strange Fruit, sung by Billie Holliday and others: Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.
EDIT: I mean darker than my earlier posts. I'm not referring to the song posted by Pete.
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Post by Pete on Aug 19, 2008 9:35:54 GMT
In Piano Man Billy Joel uses the phrase "when I wore a younger man's clothes" to evoke the emotions of a middle-aged man who had never fulfilled the ambitions of his youth.
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Post by Tone on Aug 19, 2008 20:11:01 GMT
> Billy Joel uses the phrase "when I wore a younger man's clothes" to evoke the emotions of a middle-aged man who had never fulfilled the ambitions of his youth.<
I'm sure that I've heard that from another (previous?) source to give an impression of having cast away childish, or merely different, attitudes with no sense of loss whatsoever.
Tone
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Post by Pete on Aug 19, 2008 22:58:32 GMT
> Billy Joel uses the phrase "when I wore a younger man's clothes" to evoke the emotions of a middle-aged man who had never fulfilled the ambitions of his youth.<I'm sure that I've heard that from another (previous?) source to give an impression of having cast away childish, or merely different, attitudes with no sense of loss whatsoever. Tone And I can see how. But listen to that song and then see if you agree with me.
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Post by Dr Mildr on Aug 20, 2008 21:02:27 GMT
Are the lyrics from Simon and Garfunkel's 'Leaves that are Green' logical? I was 21 years when I wrote this song I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long ...
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Post by Paul Doherty on Aug 20, 2008 21:31:10 GMT
Ah, like Barry Manilow's "I Write the Songs".
Which he didn't write.
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Post by Dr Mildr on Aug 20, 2008 21:51:30 GMT
The hillside was a patchwork quilt Neatly stitched with tidy hedge And crumbling grey stone wall The trees were bare, but Spring was near To conjure up its endless strings Of green magic handkerchieves
The Strawbs
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