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audra trower williams
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posted 26 May 2001 02:39 PM      Profile for audra trower williams   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"My eyes see a blue beginning, my eyes see a blue The End." - Cornelius
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Dawna Matrix
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posted 26 May 2001 09:13 PM      Profile for Dawna Matrix     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"On the big rock candy mountain, all the cops have wooden legs, and the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs." Harry McClintock (O Brother, Where art Thou soundtrack).
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Charles
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posted 27 May 2001 12:49 AM      Profile for Charles   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"The anorexic chicks, the model 6; they don't hold no weight with me; well 8 or 9, well that's just fine; but I like to hold something I can see" - "Perfect 10" by the Beautiful South
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posted 27 May 2001 01:52 PM      Profile for wagepeace     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been, lives in a dream.

Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Father Mackenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near.

Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there, what does he care?"

The Beatles, well, actually Paul McCartney. John Lennon added the darning his socks part.

[ May 27, 2001: Message edited by: wagepeace ]


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posted 27 May 2001 11:04 PM      Profile for Tommy_Paine     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Snippets from "The Tea Party"

"I am walking on to the place of the light.
And the things I see with the starlight sight.
In the dance of the fires in the flames I see,
Under raven skies she will sleep with me."

-----

"silence swimming in a pool of dreams
beneath its depths the forgotten streams
above, the city of the evening star
behind its walls, the grand bazaar
as she walks through its endless maze
cursing those who mistrust her ways
please my friend no matter what she sees
tell my lover come back to me"


----

"do you feel a flame that's burning
as the candle dies
do you see the spirits stirring
as you close your eyes
do you sense the slow advancement
as the twilight thins
do you see the serpent dancing
as it sheds its skin"

I can think of better lyrics; Lately I just like the way these words are put together.


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posted 28 May 2001 03:36 AM      Profile for ikosmos     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I'm following the thread here regarding lyrics. I gotta admit that the lyrics for most pop songs are, IMHO, a pile of c*ap. Rock musicians who think that they're poets...well they mostly aren't.

And then there is the musician who provides a counterexample. I'm thinking of someone like Bruce Cockburn in his song, "Lovers in a Dangerous Time" with the following lyric:

"When you're lovers in a dangerous time,
Sometimes you're made to feel
as if you're love's a crime;
Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight,
Got to kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight."

Unfortunately, about 90% or more of published poetry in Canada is by academics. And there is a certain "anti-political" trend in poetry that makes in difficult to connect with the tradition of poetry in many other parts of the world that draws social concerns and poetry together. Our art is sanitized of sharp political edges. Mostly, anyway.

Any other writers or readers of poetry and verse out there?


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wagepeace
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posted 28 May 2001 05:56 AM      Profile for wagepeace     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Ikosmos wrote:

>>I'm following the thread here regarding lyrics. I gotta admit that the lyrics for most pop songs are, IMHO, a pile of c*ap. Rock musicians who think that they're poets...well they mostly aren't.<<

Well, I think this is where I will have to disagree. Rock musicians, chamber musicians, jazz mucisians - they are all artists and while I respect your assertion that most pop songs are a pile of crap, it would be wrong to say that rock musicians are not poets in their own right.

You make mention of Bruce Cockburn as being the exception to the rule and I am wondering why you are separating the quality of his artform from that of, say, Bob Dylan or even Ozzie Osbourne?

Is it because he wears clothes made of hemp and is involved in anti-globalization and environmentalism?

Personally, I think 'Lovers in a Dangerous Time' doesn't hold up to 'Jokerman' by Dylan or 'Crazy Train' by Oz.


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posted 28 May 2001 01:39 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Had we never loved sae kindly
Had we never loved sae blindly
Never kissed, and never parted
We had n'er been broken-hearted.
-- Robbie Burns

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Victor Von Mediaboy
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posted 28 May 2001 01:59 PM      Profile for Victor Von Mediaboy   Author's Homepage        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
My girlfriend thinks she's fat.
She doesn't look fat to me.
Girls always think they're fat.
I think they read too many magazines.

- Furnaceface


As for most pop lyrics being crap: Most anybody is going to consider 90% of the content in any medium to be crap. I think that 90% of the books published are crap, 90% of the movies produced are crap, and 90% of the songs released are crap. It's just that my 90% is going to be different some someone else's 90%.

[ May 28, 2001: Message edited by: mediaboy ]


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posted 28 May 2001 06:08 PM      Profile for Dawna Matrix     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
'Prometheus, the problem child, still juggling with his brains
Gives his limping leopard's visions to the miser in his veins
Amidst the ruined factory lies the normal soul insane,
As he sets the sky beneath his heel and learns away the pain...'

Incredible String Band

ikosmos - How about A.F. Moritz? Steven Kerr? There is plenty of political poetry out there. I write some myself. I'll send you some if you want? It's not cliche crap, either.


[ May 28, 2001: Message edited by: Dawna Matrix ]


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MJ
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posted 28 May 2001 07:13 PM      Profile for MJ     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I don't think there's really such a lack of good, or political, music and lyrics, although a lot of it isn't exactly marketed heavily. Some of my favourite lyrics, from mainstream to not-so mainstream...

Ani DiFranco– Not a Pretty Girl

I am not an angry girl
But it seems like I've got everyone fooled
Whenever I say something they find hard to hear
They chalk it up to my anger
Never to their own fear...

Public Enemy – Fight the Power

Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back
you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years
if you check.
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here


Napalm Death - Twist The Knife

Gut level, below it all.
Out of duty - just here.
Feeling like a knife's being twisted in the hole of how it is.
False hope, an inch of pride that died when I left to hide from non
stop battering of conditioned opinion.

[ May 28, 2001: Message edited by: MJ ]

[ June 05, 2002: Message edited by: MJ ]


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Tommy_Paine
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posted 28 May 2001 11:57 PM      Profile for Tommy_Paine     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Ikosmos,

I think anyone who tries to cram the phrase "If I had a rocket launcher" into a tune should have to turn in his poetic licence.


My taste in poetry is rather pedestrian. I don't take to most modern poetry, instead I memorize Noyes, or Service. Rock lyrics are visceral, and should be judged on how they hit the gut, not the head.

...if I had a rocket launcher....

I mean, honestly.......


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posted 29 May 2001 02:44 AM      Profile for Eddie Lear     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Yeah even if i had had a rocket launcher It
would still be hard to change anything,plus
all that pricey ammo.I see how alot of
bullshit poetry can detached onself from it's
traditons,Poetry is storytelling and some can
forget this.Here is something I found in my
unorganized clutter that is my desk,i forget
when,why or how i wrote it but i shall share
it with you instead.

The others are sleeping and I'm still awake
just another evening like no other,soon they
will retire,Still concious,stricken I stood
an iron resolve,make good I would.
With my boots strapped tight I left in the
night.Yes my boot tied in a standard military
fashion.I ran so fast,so far that my legs
felt like bleeding stumps.
This had become a self inflicted test of passion.
I traversed the earth with fervorous zeal
I took a break,I know I shouldn't have but I did.and as usual here came the obligatory
self indictment."Shut the FUCK up You are
weak and puerile"..."Well what have we here"
quoth the voice from within."So much evidence
where to begin?"Look Ladies and gentle man
at this livid form,his congealing reality,
he no longer performs."A young malcontent
I'd say,pissed off at the world because he
could not spread his wings and fly... he'll
grow up to be an obscure eccentric old man
who children throw rotten vegatables at,I can
already see those gelid eyes which see no
happiness his is doomed to a self fulfilling
fate,Sure he may have had an illustrious past
Now he's become a child like, profain and
aghast... to be cont.

"My role in society,or any artists or poets
role is to try and express what we all feel,
Not to tell people how to feel,not as a preacher,not as a leader but as a reflection
of us all" John Lennon.

[ May 29, 2001: Message edited by: Eddie Lear ]


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Eddie Lear
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posted 29 May 2001 03:03 AM      Profile for Eddie Lear     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
All alone or in twos
Th ones who really love you
walk up and down outside the wall
some hand in hand
and some gathered in bands
The bleeding hearts and artists
make their stand
and when they have givin you their all
some stagger and some fall,after all it's
not easy
banging your heart against some mad buggers
wall. Roger Waters.

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ikosmos
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posted 29 May 2001 08:18 AM      Profile for ikosmos     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Ha! I think I hit a nerve. (Or two.)

After having written my rant I realized that what I was drawing attention to was the content of the lyric, e.g., Bruce Cockburn, rather than the form. The fact is, very few self-respecting poets write rhyming couplets at all. "Poetry is prose..." says the American poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and I think he's probably right.

I still stick to the basic idea, rather poorly expressed, that rock & pop lyrics don't stand up as good poetry. As Tommy-Paine points out, it's a different medium. But we all have our favourites, don't we?

Regarding the remarks by wagepeace - I don't know what Cockburn's "clothes of hemp" have to do with his lyrics, though.

Last remark before I get shot down again - re Dawna Matrix'x recommendations - any favourite title by either Moritz or Kerr?

cheers


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posted 29 May 2001 12:00 PM      Profile for Dawna Matrix     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Words for the Revolution (Kerr)
Conflicting Desire
End of the Age
Rest on the Flight into Egypt, (Governor General's Award, nominee or winner, je ne sais pas)
Most Dangerous Woman in Canada (Emma Goldman's exile, female anarchist, 'red' Emma) (Moritz)

I see you quoting Ferlinghetti, so of course you've probably exhausted Ginsberg. Michael Ondaatje, Handwriting, veiled political stuff. What else? Philip Larkin, class system in Britain, Simon Armitage, somewhat political, also British.


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posted 29 May 2001 04:31 PM      Profile for Eddie Lear     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Although it may be true that many contemporary writers are gravitating from
the ryhming "couplets".It is presumptuous to
say that very few self respecting poets write
poems with high levels of ryhme.There are in
fact many forms of poetry with infinitly flexible dimensions.The classic shakespearian
sonnet is probably what spurred on this trend
of matching ryhmes and if poorly done it can
be dry and cliche.

[ May 29, 2001: Message edited by: Eddie Lear ]


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Dawna Matrix
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posted 30 May 2001 11:30 AM      Profile for Dawna Matrix     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Rhyming couplets pre-date Shakespeare, Eddie.
IMHO, everything gets so damn singsong in rhyme anymore because of the dumbing down of the average vocabulary. To see or read anything in rhyme just makes people crack up. It takes more skill to make something flow without rhyme, and I think that free verse is the product of this challenge. YESNO?

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posted 30 May 2001 11:32 AM      Profile for Victor Von Mediaboy   Author's Homepage        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Since my favourite poet is Dennis Lee, I guess I'll have to disagree with you. But I'm no poetry expert, so I can't really explain why I disagree with you. I just know what I like.
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Dawna Matrix
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posted 30 May 2001 11:44 AM      Profile for Dawna Matrix     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Yeah well, I'm a stuck-up poet, so what do I know? I guess I'm so sick of people trying to be deep at open stages with pop-music cliches, "up to the sky, I'll fly, and baby we will never die, you and I", that I forgot about some of the good stuff out there. Of course, most good rhyming stuff is not modern, unless it's rap. Dennis Lee, not my cup of tea, but for the newest stuff, check out the IV Lounge Reader by Insomniac Press. Just check, I haven't got it on hand, but pretty sure DL is in there.
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posted 30 May 2001 01:32 PM      Profile for ikosmos     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Thanks for the suggestions, Dawna Matrix. BTW Michael Ondaatje is here in Winnipeg tomorrow, signing and reading from his latest. I just can't decide whether to listen to a good reader or read myself at the open mike over at McNally. (Actually both events are at McNally - different stores) A pleasure having to choose.

Oh yea, I would have to agree that free verse is tougher, ...though it is worth the effort to try and squeeze a poem into a traditional form. Irish poet Seamus Heaney seems to be one of the very few poets in English that writes sonnets, e.g., although he manages to bend or break a few of the rules to make his poems work. In his first work of poetry, e.g. he wrote the following 'couplet' that had me gawking in a goofy way, full of admiration....

"Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun."

"Bang!" eh? Not that I'm a fan of guns. The words fit together so nicely, and remind me that writing with a pen is still important. I just purchased Heaney's translation of Beowulf and I'm going to plow through it this summer.

So many good "reads", so little time. The good thing about poetry here is that it is shorter than reading a novel. More mental delights per page - if that doesn't read as too calculating...

Oh yea. It must be somewhat obvious that while I noted that few poets write in couplets, e.g., I'm still fond of the form myself. Was it Robert Frost who said (I am REALLY paraphrasing here!) "Poetry without a form is like playing tennis with the net down."

Well, that's my rant for this morning. Hey, this is fun!!


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posted 30 May 2001 02:28 PM      Profile for Dawna Matrix     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Two lovers from Dover
Being purple all over
Were munched by a cow
and mistaken for clover.

Ogden Nash.

Simon Armitage, I mentioned before, but, give him a little time and he'll be the poet laureate of Britain. He uses near rhyme in alot of his work, and he uses it brilliantly. He has such a feeling for the rhythm, without ever becoming trite.


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posted 30 May 2001 03:22 PM      Profile for carlo_in_stereo     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
David Berman writes some of the greatest lyrics of all time, at least in my opinion. He's the man behind the drag city recording band, Silver Jews. I bought his poetry book which was released on Open City books, which I find to be amazing, although I don't have a large knowledge of poetry. I think its something worth looking into though, The book is called "Actual Air." I'm sure it will be in most fine bookstores.
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going for it soon.
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posted 30 May 2001 07:37 PM      Profile for audra trower williams   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Eddie Lear, could you please stop with the carriage returns at the end of every line? It makes all your posts look like poems
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emily
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mediaboy...yay for Furnaceface! I like that song, and I'm also enamoured with "We Love You, Tipper Gore". It's just so eloquent (they give her a good run for her parental advisory stickers).

There are a lot of lyricists out there that I like, and of course, I can't think of any at the moment.


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found in "Lemment" from the Musical Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, by Howard Keel I think.

"A man won't get no sleep when he sleeps with sheep."


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Wasn't Ogden Nash the one who wrote the courting poem?

Candy is dandy,
But liquor is quicker.

Some old friends of mine used to joke about the "Three Dog Night Award for Bad Lyrics" (I think they lifted that from some comedy show, but it became an in joke in our group). The award was named in honour of these lyrics:

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one

So if two can be as bad as one, then one is logically NOT the loneliest number, now is it?


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Trisha
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Slick Willy: The song is "Lonesome Polecat" and was sung by the brothers bemoaning their lack of love. I found the way it was performed in the movie said more than the words. How about the song in "Carousel" when Billy finds out he's going to be a father? I can't quote from it right now but it outlined a father's dreams for his child.
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Wow, 2 posts in praise of Furnaceface - I'm impressed!! "We Love You Tipper Gore" and "If You Love Her, Buy Her A Gun" have appeared on many a road trip mixed tape for me. Off the top of my head, I believe the top contemporary lyricists (in no pat order) include Michael Stipe, Elvis Costello, Patti Smith, Mary Lou Lord, Greg Graffin (Bad Religion), Stephen Merritt...*stop for breath*...Stuart Murdoch(Belle & Sebastian), Chuck D, and the inevitable dozens which will cause me to slap my head in frustration when realization dawns that I forgot about them. Most thought provoking snippet I've heard in a while is in a song called "Propaganda" by rap unit Dead Prez:

=============================================
I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't wanna die by a nuclear bomb
I say we all rush the pentagon, pull out guns
And grab the intercom, my first word's will be
I believe Man made God out of ignorance and fear
If God made man, then why the hell would he put us here?
I thought he's supposed to be the all loving
The same God who let Hitler put the Jews in the oven
We don't fall for the regular shit, they try to feed us
All this half-ass leadership, flippin position
They turn politician and shut the hell up and follow tradition
For your TV screen, is telling lies to your vision
Every channel got some brainwashed cop shit to watch
Running up in niggas cribs claiming that they heard shots
It's a plot, but busta can you tell me who's greedier?
Big corporations, the pigs or the media?
===========================================
Not exactly Puff Daddy, is it??

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it's way too hard to separate the lyrics as you read them in your head from the way they sound in a song... i think more people would like poetry if they heard it performed by the writer (altho i guess then it wouldn't really be poetry but a spoken-word performance right? or a song, if put to music. i'm confusing myself now).
anyhow, i've come to realize there are two kinds of people: those who hear the words first and those who hear the music.
i tend to be the former, and absolutely love anything by a lil u.s. band called neutral milk hotel because they're all about the lyrics. here's an example:

"The King of Carrot Flowers, Part One"

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would sink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

[URL=http://www.cnd.gatech.edu/neutral/lyrics.html]web page

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What does it sound like, lisa? Folk? What? I love Mojave 3, for all their songs, but particularly the lines:

"Canadian winters, at home with your sisters,
The romance was hard to ignore
You were beautiful
I was happy to fall."

Doesn't look so good written out, but the music is the expression of the soul.


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Hey, lisa, if you're not busy or anything, would you have time to be my best friend? I love NMH a lot a lot. And you used to be involved with McClungs! Why you gotta wanna not email me?
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I couldn't agree more regarding the two types of music listener. I've also always been a lyrics-first type of person, which is actually kind of oddball for a guy I think. You know, the whole thing with testosterone-lubed heshers headbanging to masturbatory Metallica guitar solos (which was an hourly occurence growing up in a rednecky town in the BC interior). To wit, here's a sample Metallica lyric: "Take a look to the sky just before you die / It's the last time you will."(Duh!) If one were a "words" person this would come off as schlock, yet Metallica sells kajillions of CDs, the lions share to young white males. Who knows, maybe it's Y-chromosome related.

I find that I really enjoy British music, not just because it tends to be more literate, but the vocals are often mixed into the music more prominently than they are on this side of the pond. Oh, and whoever said the thing about Mojave 3, they really are fabby but I think there should be more Rachel Goswell-sung songs...she really has a nice voice. That's all.

[ July 17, 2001: Message edited by: Jared ]


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posted 14 June 2001 09:49 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
How about the Red Hot Chili Peppers? "What I got you gotta get it put it IN YA..." (repeat)
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"Disco sucks and so does war"
-Rheostatics

"Pretty is nice but I'd rather see something new"
-Ani DiFranco

"I'm one cigarette away from mobility"
-Seven Mary Three

"Driving on acid is easy, driving on acid's a breeze. Just keep the car on the highway, and don't laugh and don't fart and don't sneeze".
-Loudon Wainwright III


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There are just so many good Rheostatics lyrics. One that makes me laugh a lot is "There's a Lenny in my Kravitz that must be removed." Today, my favoured lyrics by them are, "Take me in your hand and put me back into the nest. Make me feel like a little bird. 'Cause everything I hear, and everything I see, ma-a-akes me squeak."

lisa, I absolutely love that Neutral Milk Hotel song.

I am also fixating on the simplicity of "Today, today, today is not my day. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow will be my day." by Plumtree.

[ June 16, 2001: Message edited by: emily ]


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I have to say lately the lyrics that have been hitting me have been those from the entire Joni Mitchell album "Blue." That whole album is about travelling, boozing, and breaking up. "Case of You" is really my favourite.

"on the back of a cartoon coaster
by the blue tv screen light
I drew a map of Canada
O Canada
with your face sketched on it twice..

"You're in my blood like holy wine
you taste so bitter and so sweet
and I could drink a case of you
and I would still be on my feet."

The first time I heard that it was just "BAM!" right in the chest.

Great pop lyrics always appeal to the heart, not the head.

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Woo, I love NMH. My roommate got a chance to see them here in Montréal back in '98. I missed them when they played in Toronto a couple days later because of work, and they have yet to come back since. Gotta love anything that comes out of the Elephant 6 co.
Sadly, Of montreal didn't get passed the border last week. damn.

Mojave 3 are quite good as well. Pictures is such an amazing song. Sadly, any mojave 3 albums I had at one time or anything have all disappeared and I'm too cheap to buy them again.

I'm listening to the Willard Grant Conspiracy. My roommate bought me two of their albums for my birthday. its damn good lyrics, damn good music. check this shit out!


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Resurrecting a long-dead topic:

"I am not Jesus though I have the same initials"
- Jarvis Cocker of Pulp

"I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first."
-Nick Drake

"Alone in a crowd, a bartered lantern borrowed
If I'm to be your camera, then who will be your face?"
-Michael Stipe (REM)

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Pop lyrics (and to me it's pretty much all pop music, from Nick Drake to Furnaceface) mattered a lot to me in my callow youth. (Digression: I can neither understand nor abide the 1980s revival. Is it over yet?)

But now, to paraphrase someone above, I'm pretty much a lyrics-last person. With maybe 10% of performers, the lyrics are good enough (though still not "poetry") to matter -- to take a good song to another level. Then again, another 10% of songs have lyrics so laughably bad (one thinks of pretty much everything by Elton John) as to render the piece nigh-unlistenable. Then there's the other 80%, where the lyrics are just a showcase for the voice. Too few bands treat the voice as an instrument.

Of course, I have my top-ten favourites -- Nick Drake, whom somebody quoted. And of course, first, last and always, the almighty Rheostatics.


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O dear -- following up my own post. Anyway, I forgot to add something... one of the few worthwhile critics -- Simon Frith, maybe -- said (approximately) "a song isn't there to support the meaning of the lyrics; the lyrics are there to support the meaning of the song." A bit cryptic, but then he _is_ English.

"My heart is a fish toasted by flames!"
-- The Birthday Party (Nick Cave)


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"If you want to know an answer I can't turn your life around
For I am just a painter passing through the underground.

If you want to know my secret don't come runnin' after me
For I am just a painter passing through in history.

Gordon Lightfoot -
"A Painter Passing Through"


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Is Furnace Face still playing together. I partied with them a few times in my youth.

I listen to a lot of bad music but here are a few of my favorite snips:

"You ain't no punk you punk"
The Cramps

"Talking to you is like clapping with one hand"
Anthrax

"Eat steak, eat steak, it's good for you
Eat steak, eat steak, it's the thing that goes mooooooo."
Reverend Horton Heat

S is cause your so stupid
K like the KKK
I because your an idiot
N and a nazi too
H is cause we hate you
E each and every day
A cause your an asshole
D dissapear and go away

MDC

There are a lot more classy tunes that I could list here, but I'll spare you all.


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posted 17 July 2001 05:46 PM      Profile for Victor Von Mediaboy   Author's Homepage        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I believe Furnaceface is still around. They put out an album fairly recently. I don't think the band is their primary source of income, and they aren't particularly active, but they do still record from time to time. They had problems when Cargo Records went bankrupt, and that's pretty much why they dropped out of the spotlight for a while.
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Gotta love TOOL. Message to Harry Meinbach (aenima album) is great on a jukebox.
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quote:
There are just so many good Rheostatics lyrics. One that makes me laugh a lot is "There's a Lenny in my Kravitz that must be removed." Today, my favoured lyrics by them are, "Take me in your hand and put me back into the nest. Make me feel like a little bird. 'Cause everything I hear, and everything I see, ma-a-akes me squeak."

...yes! And also

"Wake up
Raise the curtains
From your deep provincial eyes
Speak out
For I'm certain
That it's no disguise"

And also "Claire," maybe the most beautiful Canadian song.

But today

"Down on Cypress Avenue
with the childlike visions leaping into view
click and clacking of the high-heeled shoes
Ford and Fitzroy and Madame George

Marching with her soldier boys behind
she's much older now with hat on drinking wine
and that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
through the cool night air like Shalimar."
(Van Morrison, "Madame George")

It's a grey day in Vancouver.


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"Jesus died for somebodys sins, but not mine"
-Patti Smith

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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

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


Leonard Cohen, poet, songwriter, Cndn


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posted 20 July 2001 10:42 AM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Oh yes. A rabble-rouser after my own heart. (Welcome, uh clem, he said from the heights of his 2 days' experience... )

And of course:

"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."

LC, "Anthem"

[ July 20, 2001: Message edited by: freelance ]


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Rufus Wainwright does a nice cover of that Cohen "Hallelujah" song.
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posted 25 July 2001 04:00 PM      Profile for uh clem   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
As does John (Velvet Underground) Cale... But it's Lenny who does it best, on his live album. No one else has a basso that profundo!
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In my life
why do I smile
at people who I'd much rather
kick in the eye?

-The Smiths (who else but Morrissey could write such an inspired lyric?)


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posted 27 July 2001 08:32 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

Bob Dylan

I love that song. Every word of it is excellent, but those are my favorites. It's a great pissed off song.


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posted 08 August 2001 10:05 PM      Profile for Croesus_Krept   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"why do we raise them to be so old?"

- e. costello

i haven't listened to this old drunk for years, not after he felt obliged to call everyone a heap of rubbish, anyway... But nobody really can write lyrics so good as that, and he typifies the english awareness of the hollow and sterile rule of the "don't do" culture of hypocrisy that reduces everything to dollars and cents and approval and arse-licking... Grow up to be old, that's what society does to you... You start out left-leaning and rebellious and then you get a career path and a wifey and a baby; then you turn into another little shitty-assed conservative fake and everything you thought you believed in was just a pose, a cranky vent for your frustrated neuroses, and you never really gave a fuck for the forests, the ozone, whatever...

I'm in a bad mood today, so will relent...

Here is one of my silly songs, not so good, but at least it's fun for a laugh... (I have better ones that I wrote a few years back, but this one is fresh and you certainly won't ever hear it on your neutered little radio...)

too many don'ts don't make a dooo
she's stickin' it in and turnin' da screw...

...anyway, I'll spare you the rest of my crud... You can stay gray and suck on your favorite cantsins and hiyatas

cr..s.s

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posted 11 August 2001 10:16 AM      Profile for Croesus_Krept   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
heeeehheeeeeheheeheheheheeahhahahhahaahhhaha

~here's some really hot mother-fucking shit!

I'm happy not to know nothing or nobody ~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dockside Baby"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
my woman to be dockside baby
I'm so lonesome
spoon some into me
boys say you're no good
but I'll eat you anyway
look your knee is bent
love me baby
the world is dumb without you
dockside baby drink me
loopy nude thing
don't let your daddy know
where you got that ring
who bought that mink
lust is money love is shit
you are a dancing blow
like wet silk I hear you sigh
ahhhh dockside baby
no one knows but me
you think you're nothing
but those guys really did like you
you want to make a bet
tie your shoes and run run run
I don't care or listen to the news
dockside baby is squirming on my dick
she's deep and likes it hard
she'll do anything and has before
enough cash and she'll smile
stash that humus
hop and slip that rogue
he's nothing and you're all I've got
this world's too long for questions
move your thighs for me
yes like that's it
pump that stiff for lots of money
give me your eyes purring spark
give me all his money
get on your knees and beg me to accept it
what oh what's wrong
right all right
the dawn won't abide by talk like that
stuff like that hot hat
she lies like lead
duck down in my ear
sneeze and laugh
dump that chump because
I'm rumptious bumptious
bellicose and a whale
a scale can't measure this longing
I'm swallowing the time
I could have had with you
only yes you were her and she was you
you knew it too and I'm saying so
so slow by the dockside
baby you bends your knee
pride fashions a dream
wedge your wood sled you could
snow man hoe woman
give pride a rest or whatever you call it
poverty is a brother to love
call it what you will want me
slut me cut me but never forget me
give your boy his lusty cake
hearty hellow and tallow by byes
hape a jape too tape
low up speed down
clowning and heaving
the cookies were probably a backstage coach
like the dust jacket on this book
you took you took my dime
deposit develop compose the ballot
strike nine pay your fine fine
give me spivy make it drippy
suck it juicy
tender was a hooray for yellow
forget it schlepp it hep it risk it
remember to boil it first
rubber mother and sister wish
credit the day you first thought of me
but be wise this guy's onto something
dockside baby has a pert tail
some say I'll over-end you
I kill myself everyday
to never get the chance
she knows me raw
eat you cheat beat you
got to get you
have to have you
it's all so
whiskey white and obsidian

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Min Pros Do So Max Less"

some pros dress in black shoeshine
their guardhouses are built for drivers
beside the roady river
for others who live by night, it's easy to love
freedom goes home in his arms

but they know me for something, and it troubles me
what is it?

I haven't a clue

-- get down -- get down and kiss her tall shoe --
shit, maybe he will and maybe he must,
but I won't, no I won't

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I lived in a land"

I lived in a land you don't know
the trees and birds poor
nobody could hear their own hearts
our dreams were bigger than dinner
everyone I knew was afraid of love
and rushing quickly to forget it

the girls walked slower than my wishes flew
it turns out a comedy of misses and excuses
they would have spoken to me
had they known what was wrong

you want someone to explain the women
animals and birds raise their voices
I still can't understand
the difference I'm supposed to tell
between saying no and bringing lust home

everything moves into like afflictions
the world follows similar dreams
people are drawn into seeing the same
comfort comes when moments mate
meaning and love make community

the civilization is like a foothold
upon everything made of nothing
we came from a star named ignorance
we meet in a town called love
it's our life needing to come home

let me say it again some other way
in a nearby city, the dawn also comes before we awaken
again, the life we know begins before the time will tell us
art is for explaining
the meaning we make of oblivion

the people buy tickets to the same wish
because the future knows the past by its mistakes
going together for thousands of years
is like wanting to grow up
but we can't

stuck on the beginning
we forget the ends of matter
with minds pricked by rumors of spirit
and ghosts nobody knew personally
we ought to laugh
not weep

and then go on to see
the first time in the last lover
she is like the wisdom they want
she has waited to be filled up with words
age answers for lovers who miss love
she rules solitude and confides
with the heart between memories
she forgives you and I all our faults

[ August 11, 2001: Message edited by: Croesus_Krept ]


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posted 11 August 2001 03:42 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
.... whoa. Hot indeed, that "Dockside Baby." Is that one of yours? Is it recorded?

I forgot my Modern Lovers disc in Edmonton, but thanks to the Rockin' Lyrics pages, here's King Jonathan, approximately, from the climax of "Roadrunner":

Roadrunner, roadrunner
going faster miles an hour
gonna drive by the Stop 'n' Shop
with the radio on at night
and be in love with modern moonlight
be in love with modern rock & roll
modern girls and modern rock & roll
mon't feel so alone, got the radio on
I'm like a roadrunner
O.K., now you sing Modern Lovers (RADIO ON!)

I got the AM, got the (RADIO ON!) got the car, got the AM, got the (RADIO ON!) got the AM sound, got the (RADIO ON!) got the rockin' modern neon sound (RADIO ON!) I got the car from Massachusetts, got the (RADIO ON!) I got the power of Massachusetts when it's (RADIO ON!) late at night I got the modern sounds of modern Massachusetts (RADIO ON!) I've got the world, got the turnpike, got the (RADIO ON!) I've got the, got the power of the AM, got the, late at night, rock & roll, late at night, the factories and the neon signs, got the power of modern sounds

Alright

Right, bye bye!


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i'm roadrunning with you lance!

Love to record it - I can sing it, but I need a funky ragged jazz band with sax unafraid of a blazing guitar and my screamin' and moanin'

see you someday - let me know if you got any spare saxophonists, organists, lost guitarmen... anyone... It'll never happen, but it should...

I had vowed to make that recording but that jazztech band just doesn't exist...

modern sounds make you love to live - me too...


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REVOLUTION BLUES

Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town
You never see us 'cause we don't come around.
We got twenty five rifles just to keep the population down.
But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' 'round.
So you be good to me and I'll be good to you,
And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion
I won't attack you, but I won't back you.

Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn.
Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone.
It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long.
Yes, that was me with the doves, setting them free near the factory
Where you built your computer, love.
I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection
I won't deceive you, I just don't believe you.

Well, I'm a barrel of laughs, with my carbine on
I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone.
But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong.
I got the revolution blues, I see bloody fountains,
And ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountains.
Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars.

AMBULANCE BLUES

Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played.
The riverboat was rockin' in the rain
Midnight was the time for the raid.

Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela,
They tore you down and plowed you under.
You're only real with your make-up on
How could I see you and stay too long?

All along the Navajo Trail,
Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails.
Waitresses are cryin' in the rain
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?

Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids
Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids.
She needs someone that she can scream at
And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad.

I guess I'll call it sickness gone
It's hard to say the meaning of this song.
An ambulance can only go so fast
It's easy to get buried in the past
When you try to make a good thing last.

I saw today in the entertainment section
There's room at the top for private detection.
To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter,
But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper.

So all you critics sit alone
You're no better than me for what you've shown.
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
We could get together for some scenes.

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes.
How can he remember who he's talkin' to?
'Cause I know it ain't me, and I hope it isn't you.

Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive,
And out on the corner it's half past five.
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes.
Except for the Farmer's Market
And I still can hear him say:
You're all just pissin' in the wind
You don't know it but you are.

And there ain't nothin' like a friend
Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind.

I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he's talking to?
Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you.

Neil Young,
On The Beach


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Amen to 'lance and Leonard Cohen.
My American nod goes to early Bruce Springteen but right now its too late and I'm too lazy to go check on the accuracy of the lyrics going thru my head.

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posted 14 August 2001 03:01 AM      Profile for Liam McCarthy   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Short People by Randy Newman is one of my faves.
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'lance
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posted 14 August 2001 12:49 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
My American nod goes to early Bruce Springteen but right now its too late and I'm too lazy to go check on the accuracy of the lyrics going thru my head.

"Greetings from Asbury Park" remains one of my favourite albums.

"By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake
I think I really dug her 'cos I was too loose to fake
I said I'm hurt, she said honey let me heal it

So we danced all night to soul fairy band
and she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can
she felt so nice
together we moved like spirits in the night," etc.

The Rolling Stone Record Guide used to dismiss this album as being plagued by "a mushy rhythm section and uncontrollably prolix lyrics." Bah.

Then just recently, we have this gem from Cake:

"... she wants a car with a cupholder armrest
she wants a car that will get her there
she's changing her name from Kitty to Karen
she's trading her MG for a white Chrysler LeBaron" and so forth
("Short Skirt/Long Jacket" -- declaimed, rather than sung, in John McCrae's inimitable dry, ironic drawl)

Please ignore my earlier post where I said I was a lyrics-last person. Of course, the music of my favourite music brings the scripts alive.

CK:

quote:
see you someday - let me know if you got any spare saxophonists, organists, lost guitarmen... anyone... It'll never happen, but it should...

Right you are. I'm as lost a guitarman as they come, for lack of basic talent, time and application. But someday I'll take a year off and finally buy that Gibson hollowbody with the big, fat, warm sound, and a number of little boxes for when I want different sounds . And you know where I live.

[ August 14, 2001: Message edited by: 'lance ]


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posted 14 August 2001 03:43 PM      Profile for Trespasser   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Ani DiFranco's Blood in the Boardroom (the I'm-so-bored room...)
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posted 14 August 2001 03:46 PM      Profile for Victor Von Mediaboy   Author's Homepage        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"If I had a million do-o-o-oller-er-er-ers,
Some son of a bitch would die."

- from a Barenaked Ladies concert many years ago.


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posted 14 August 2001 04:27 PM      Profile for Ann O'maly     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Kevin Quain and The Mad Bastards have some
excellent lyrics.

"But your dog will follow you anywhere, and your mother remembers your name."

or

"The bullets in my back are gonna keep me warm. You can't keep a good man down."


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'lance
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posted 15 August 2001 01:49 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Ani DiFranco's Blood in the Boardroom (the I'm-so-bored room...)

Or even Iggy's
"I'm bored
I'm the chairman of the bored..."


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posted 15 August 2001 02:37 PM      Profile for paperdoll     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
the big day has come
the bell is sounding
i run my hands through my hair one last time
outside the prison walls
the town is gathering
people are trading crime for crime
they all need to see the prisoner
they need to make it even easier
by seeing me as a symbol
not a human being
that way they can kill me
say it's not murder it's a metaphor
we are killing off our own failures
and starting clean
standing at the gallows
everyone turned my way
i hear a voice ask me if i've got
any last words to say
looking out over a field of familiar eyes
and somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries
and i say
guilt and innocence
they are a matter of degree
what is justice to you
might not be justice to me
i went too far and i'm sorry
i guess now i'm going home
so let he amongst you cast the first stone
yeah now a days we have all kinds of
complicated machines
so no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
we have complex organizations
if every one just does their job
no one person ever has to understand
and you might be the wrong colour
yeah you might just be too poor
justice isn't something
just anyone can afford
yeah you might not pull the trigger
you might be out in the car
you might get a lethal injection
cuz we take metaphors that far
the big day has come...
-a.difranco

AND

they tell me 'honey you can still be an indian down at the Y on saturday night'
-b.saint-marie

AND

i won't dance in a club like this
all the girls are sluts
and the beer tastes just like piss
-the specials.

and there's so much more,but i've already taken up too much room.


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posted 15 August 2001 02:39 PM      Profile for paperdoll     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
he says i locked you in this body
i meant it as a kind of trial
you can use it as a weapon
or to make some woman smile...
-l.cohen

this has been my anthem.


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posted 15 August 2001 10:47 PM      Profile for Jared     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Hey lance, you're the Rheostatics fan, right? Just curious regarding what you think of the "childrens" record they put out about a year and a half ago? (this popped into my head for some reason because I have it on right now)

*edited to add* Of course any other Rheos fans should feel free to put in their two cents too.

[ August 15, 2001: Message edited by: Jared ]


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'lance
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posted 16 August 2001 12:33 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
It didn't quite grab me the way some of their other discs did, but there's still some good stuff there. I'd be interested in playing it for my nephews and see how they like it.

God forbid I should ever become one of those uncritical cult-fans...


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posted 21 August 2001 12:15 PM      Profile for Meow     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
i like this thread...

I heard a song a few weeks ago by Sarah Jones....shes this hip hop/spoken word artist in the UK......

Its called "your revolution will not be between my thighs" to the tune of "the revolution will not be televised" Its very witty....she pokes fun at the sexist nature of rap music.....ironically, her song has been banned in the U.S. for being too explicit....hope that peaks your interest
www.sarahjones.cc

the real revolution
ain't about booty size
the Versaces you buys
or the Lexus you drives


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posted 29 August 2001 05:31 PM      Profile for Archibald Fitzchesterfield     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
And the first one tore a picture of a dead
and hanging man who was kissing foreign
fishes that flew right out from his hands and
when i put my arms around him felt the
blushing blood run through my cheeks and an
eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to
speak and he said o boy you are so pretty
enough to wrap tight in rice paper strings
and when i finally kissed him the whole world
began to ring lost like a bell that's tipping
over with two cracks along both sides and i
knew the world was over so i took a look
outside and watched the fires that were
reaching up to the weather vanes and the tops
of trees and the waiting scene and the sunday
dream they're all waiting here for me

Deli markets with their flower stands and
pretty girls and the burning men hanging out
on the hooks next to the window displays and
i took out my tongue twice removed from my
face across the bridge and across the
mountain threw a nickel in the fountain to
save my soul from all these troubled times
and all the drugs that i don't have the guts
to take to soothe my mind so i'm always sober
always aching always heading for mass suicide
occult figurines and wasted gas station
attendants attending to their jobs and a nice
drive in the country finds a nice cliff to
drop off oh when this life just gets so
grating all the grittiness of life but don't
take those pills your boyfriend gave you
you're too wonderful to die

And the last one tore a picture from the
pornographic page all the pleasure points
attacking all the looks of love were staged
and it's a lie that you've been given that
just hurts you every day and why should i lay
here naked when it's just too far away from
anything we could call loving any love worth
living for so i'll sleep out in the gutter
you can sleep here on the floor and when i
wake up in the morning i won't forget to lock
the door 'cause with a match that's mean and
some gasoline you won't see me anymore

Neutral Milk Hotel, "Song Against Sex"


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posted 29 August 2001 06:48 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
... well that settles it. Got to give them a listen.

Archibald Fitzchesterfield, you're edging out lard thunderin' jeezus for best handle on babble.


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posted 30 August 2001 10:22 PM      Profile for Lard Tunderin' Jeezus   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
How could a bunch of babblers not have mentioned this one yet?

I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously
in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that child's lips

Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world
Margeret [sic] was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't
haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
all she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends
the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just
squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your head and
dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between
justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful
discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up
for punishment
And then expect you to say "Thank you"
straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms, you
haven't got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
filled up with dreams then poured down
the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being
blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord
your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms
and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life
could be so cheap
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the
dirt down

Tramp the Dirt Down, from the 'Spike' album, by Elvis Costello


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posted 30 August 2001 10:49 PM      Profile for Jared     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Oh, I'm lovin' me some Elvis. IMHO, the most vicious anti-Thatcher tune ever!
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posted 31 August 2001 02:47 PM      Profile for Lou Arab   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Since we are talking Elvis, one of my all time favorite lines is from a Costello song:

"She's filing her nails as they're dragging the lake.."
Elvis Costello -- Watching the Detectives

There is so much imagry in so few words there. I just love it.

Other lyrics running through my head a lot lately are:

"If you're not trying to make something better than as far as I'm concerned you are just in the way"
Ani Defranco -- What if no one's watching?

A perfect summary of the useless lives of far to many selfish people.


"Don't it always seem to go,
that you don't know what you've got 'till its gone.
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot."
Joni Mitchell - in what has become for me, a lament for the former BC Government.


Finally, Everlast (not Everclear, a much different band) has a song, "What its Like" that sends shivers down my spine, here are the lyrics:


We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change,
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange,
He asks a man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes,
"Go get a job, you fucking slobs aren't even alive."

God forbid you ever have to walk a mile in his shoes.
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues.

Then you really might know what it's like.

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love,
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of."
But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her call,
And she swears, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls."

And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door,
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore.

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes,
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose.

Then you might know what its like...


I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart

You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start.

I knew this kid named Max who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs,
He liked to hang out late, he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs.

Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head,
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead.

Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain,
You know it crumbles that way at least that's what they say when you play the game.

God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news,
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose.

Then you really might know what its like...


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posted 31 August 2001 08:07 PM      Profile for Jared     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"Yesterday's news is tomorrow's fish and chip paper "
-Elvis Costello

Have a neato weekend all


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posted 03 September 2001 06:00 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"Jesus was once a teenager too.
Though he could walk on the water
he could not face the laughter.
'Cause the tools of his trade
were the size of his feet."

Rheostatics, "Jesus Was Once..."


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posted 03 September 2001 10:18 PM      Profile for Catalyst   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"In the west end of Derby lives a working man
He said, 'I can't fly, but my pigeons can.
And when I set them free, it's just like part of me
Gets lifted up on shining wings..."

And from later in the song...

"'Charlie we told you so, surely by now you'd know
When you're living in the west end, there ain't many dreams come true.'

'Yeah, I know, but I had to try
A man can crawl around or he can learn to fly
And if you live 'round here, the ground's so awfully near
Sometimes you need a break from misery.'"

That's from a David Sudbury song sung by Garnet Rogers called "The King of Rome."

and this from Windsor's own Len Wallace
COLD PIECE OF STEEL

Each morn at the dawning I rise from my bed
And shake out the cobwebs that grow in my head
And walk to the gates of the factory I dread
To be chained to a cold piece of steel.

Ch. Steel's up! Haul it away!
Haul it away down the line!

You work with your mates till the end of the day
Don't tarry, me hardies, there's no time for play.
You sweat at your job and you're earning your pay
As you bend to that cold piece of steel.

There's four walls surround you no sky do you see
They steal anything that would make you feel free.
And you must raise your hand just to go for a wee
Cause you're chained to a cold piece of steel.

They work you each day and they always want more.
You sweat at the job and your muscles are sore,
But your eye's on the clock and your mind's on the door
Cuase you're chained to a cold piece of steel.

The foreman's the main man, he's got lots of clout.
The long winded dirtbag's a bastard, a lout.
If these were the old days he'd carry a knout
And it's me what gets chained to the steel.

The boss in the office he gives you a nod.
He got where he got from the money he clawed
Off the backs of the workers. Oh, he thinks that he's God
Cause he owns that cold piece of steel.

But you stay in your place and you do your job well
But you're dreaming a dream that someday you'll tell
The boss and the foreman to both go to hell
While you're smashing that cold piece of steel.

This last tune was written to describe my own workplace, and although I am slightly less bitter than the author about it, there are times I find myself singing it under my breath.

Happy Labour Day, Folks!


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posted 04 September 2001 02:07 AM      Profile for dartanyon        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
FLy Me To THe MoOn and LeT Me PLaY AmOnG thE STaRS
LeT Me SeE WHaT SPRiNG iS LiKE on JuPiTeR aNd MaRs
In OThER WoRDS HoLD My HaND
IN OTHeR WoRDS, DaRLiNG KiSS Me

FilL My HeaRT WiTH SoNG
aND LeT ME SiNG FoREvER mORe
YOU ArE I LoNG FoR, ALl I WoRShiP, aND ADoRE
In OTheR WoRDS, PLeASE Be TRuE
In OThER WoRDS, DaRLInG I LovE You

fly me to the moon!


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posted 04 September 2001 05:50 AM      Profile for verbatim   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Fish heads
Fish heads
Roly poly fish heads
Fish heads
Fish heads
Eat them up
Yum!

"Fish Heads" by Maclean and Maclean


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posted 04 September 2001 03:36 PM      Profile for Sleepstalker     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Each of us finds an an artist or album which touches our hearts and souls. I'm not gonna wear my pinkies down to nubbins typing in my favorite song lyrics .
I would just luke to say that "Barney Bentall and the Legendary Hearts" have created some great and clever songs . I think the "ain't life strange" album is my favorite....nuff said....Da Sleepster..

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posted 04 September 2001 04:10 PM      Profile for Lard Tunderin' Jeezus   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
VerbaTim: 'Fishheads' is by Barnes & Barnes, not Maclean and Maclean. Geez, what kind of a hoser doesn't know who Maclean and Maclean are?

Maclean and Maclean are those erudite commentators on the Canadian experience who recorded such classics as "Maclean and Maclean Suck their Way to the Top" and "Taking the 'O' out of Country".

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posted 09 September 2001 03:11 AM      Profile for audra trower williams   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
LTJ - That is the best screen name I've ever seen.

I'm currently having a crush on Hawksley Workman's song "Safe and Sound".


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Lard Tunderin' Jeezus
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posted 09 September 2001 11:57 AM      Profile for Lard Tunderin' Jeezus   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
T'anks, Audra. Personally, I've been obsessing on the Arrogant Worms lately. I don't understand why this song isn't a world-wide platinum #1 hit:


I think I got a crush
On Celine Dion
The way she beats her chest
When she sings a love song
There's something about her
Makes me want to feed her
And I'd love to
Be Mr. Celine Dion

She'll sing a song in English
Then she'll sing en Francais
Both the songs will suck
But I love her anyway
She's full of emotion
I'm full of devotion
For Celine,
and I'll be hers
someday

Oh Celine Dion you soft rock my world
Won't you please be my Celine
I would do anything
If you'd be my girl
Oh be my girl Celine

I sent you cards and letters
But you don't respond
You play hard to get
But my heart goes on and on
(and on and on and on)
I just wanna say
Je vous amourez
And I can see your house
From my van

Oh Celine Dion you soft rock my world
Won't you please be my Celine
I would do anything
If you'd be my girl
Oh be my girl Celine
Celine
Celine
Her skin so soft and clean
Just like porceline
I wish she'd slather me
With a tub of vaseline
(That was a little creepy!)
...I'm sorry Celine Celine Celine Celine
Dion

BTW, make sure to check out 'Scary Ned' on the same album, 'Dirt'. A great party song for the kids at Haloween.

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I remembered this sadly appropriate song today by Billy Bragg:

Rumours Of War

There are soldiers marching on the common today
They were there again this evening
They paced up and down like sea birds on the ground
Before the storm clouds gathering

I must buy whatever tinned food is left on the shelves
They are testing the air raid sirens
They've filled up the blood banks and emptied the beds
At the hospital and the asylum

I saw a man build a shelter in his garden today
And we stood there idly chatting
He said: "No, no I don't think war will come"
Yet still he carried on digging

Everything in my life that I love
Could be swept away without warning
Yet the birds still sing and the church bells ring
And the sun came up this morning

Life goes on as it did before
As the country drifts slowly to war


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"We don't want to fight,
But by Jingo if we do,
We've got the ships,
We've got the men,
And got the money too.
We've fought the Bear before,
And while we're Britons true,
The Russians shall not have Constantinople."

G.W. Hunt, 1878

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posted 18 September 2001 11:49 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
What's He Building?

(Tom Waits; spoken, over creepy sounds)

What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
He has subscriptions to those magazines... He never waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from the rest of us...
He's all to himself...
I think I know why...
He took down the tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his own you see...
He has no dog and he has no friends and his lawn is dying...
and what about all those packages he sends.
What's he building in there?
with that hook light on the stairs.
What's he building in there...
I'll tell you one thing
He's not building a playhouse for the children
What's he building in there?

Now what's that sound from under the door?
He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor...
and I swear to got I heard someone moaning low...
And I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show...
He has a router and a table saw...
And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There's poison under the sink of course...
But there's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse...
What's he building in there?
What the hell is is building in there?
I heard he has an ex-wife in some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee
and he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia...
but what is he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?

He has no friends
but he gets a lot of mail
I'll bet he spent a little time in jail...
I heard he was up on the roof last night
signalling with a flashlight
and what's that tune he's always whistling...
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?

We have a right to know...

[ September 18, 2001: Message edited by: 'lance ]


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'lance
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posted 30 September 2001 12:54 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"..I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
Except to say it isn't worth a dime (damn?)..."

L. Cohen, "Closing Time"


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posted 30 September 2001 02:19 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I just heard the most amazing, rip-your-throat-out version of "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" on CBC, Vinyl Cafe -- and brilliant guitar -- anyone know Roy Forbes? It was really hurtin', and I would have cried, except I was so inspired I did a Murphy Brown.
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posted 30 September 2001 02:27 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I dislike folk music in general, but I love Roy Forbes.

The Murphy Brown reference passed me in both lanes, though.


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Lard Tunderin' Jeezus
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posted 30 September 2001 08:18 PM      Profile for Lard Tunderin' Jeezus   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Another one rattling about my skull since I heard an acoustic version by Nick Lowe. (9/11 is making me rather obsessive.)

As I walk through this wicked world
Searching for light in the darkness of insanity
I ask myself "Is all hope lost?"
"Is there only pain and hatred and misery?"

And each time I feel like this inside
There's one thing I wanna know,
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding? Oh
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?

And as I walk on through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong? And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony? Sweet harmony

'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away
It just makes me wanna cry,
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding? Oh
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?

So where are the strong? And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony? Sweet harmony

'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away
It just makes me wanna cry,
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding? Oh
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding? Oh
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?

[ September 30, 2001: Message edited by: Lard tunderin' jeesus ]


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Michelle
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posted 30 September 2001 09:06 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
One More Arrow - Elton John
(one of my favorites - I've been listening to it a lot lately)

He said I want to grow up
And look like Robert Mitchum
And I hope that when I'm gone
There'll be some say that I miss him
He must have been romantic
He must have sensed adventure
And I feel the steel of his strong will
In the frame around his picture

And he's one more arrow flying through the air
One more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere
Where the days and nights blend into one
And he can always feel the sun
Through the soft brown earth that holds him
Forever always young

He could have been a boxer
But the fight game seemed so dirty
We argued once he knocked me down
And he cried when he thought he'd hurt me
Strictly from the old school
He was quiet about his pain
And if one in ten could be that brave
I would never hate again

One more arrow
One more arrow
One more arrow
Forever always young


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posted 08 October 2001 07:04 AM      Profile for machiavellian   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Some personal favorites:

1)Buffy St Marie - "Universal Soldier"

2)"I am the left eye
You're the right
Would it not be madness to fight"

(from We Come 1 by Faithless on the new CD,Outrospective)

3) Rage Against the Machine - "Testify"

4) Pearl Jam - "Do the Evolution" (and you HAVE to see the video, but in light of current events it will never get played)

some snippets:
"Admire me, admire my home, admire my son,
he's my clone"

"I'm a thief, I'm a liar, here's my church I sing in the choir"

"I'm at peace, with my lust, I can kill cuz in God I trust"

"It's evolution baby!"

5) Depeche Mode - "People are people so why should it be, you and I should get along so awfully"

and from the new CD Exciter: "When you're born a lover, you're born to suffer, like all soul sisters and soul brothers"

6)Bjork: "I'm no fucking Buddhist, but this is enlightenment"

7) Cake, from the new CD Comfort Eagle:
(title track)
"We are bulding a religion
we are building it bigger
we are widening the corridors
and adding more lanes
we are building a religion
a limited edition
we are now accepting callers for these pendant keychains"

"Now his hat is on backwards
he can show you his tattoos
he is in the music business
he is calling you DUDE"


"Some people drink Pepsi
Some people drink Coke
The wacky morning DJ says democracy's
a joke"


"We are building a religion
we are making a brand
we're the only ones to turn to
when your castles turn to sand"

Or from Short Skirt/Long Jacket:

"I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
and a voice that's dark, like tainted
glass
She is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She is touring the facility and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket"

8)And finally, the soundbite from "Rabbit in Your Headlights" by Unkle


"If you're frightened of dying
And you're holdin on
You see devils tearing your life away
But
if you've made your peace,
then the devils are really angels,
freeing you
from the earth"


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