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Post by littleredrooster on Jul 15, 2005 4:30:45 GMT -5
SALLY MACLENANE (The Pogues)
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn And they all looked very happy in the morning
But Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks When he'd had too many Powers So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving And he took the road for God knows in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away) I'm sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn And ended up a barman in the morning
I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away And some people left for heaven without warning
We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away) I'm sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone He asked me all the details of the train that they went on Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked And he took the road for heaven in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away) I'm sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
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Post by diecheerleader on Jul 16, 2005 0:35:00 GMT -5
"Burning Paper"--Folk Implosion
I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away,
I knew I would, I would if I waited a day,
It made me feel better, what I had to say,
I knew it would, it did, but I waited.
I hardly bothered, though I laboured all day,
I work so hard, there's no time left to please you.
The day I decided I had nothing to say, I'll never learn,
I'm burning all this paper away.
A rhythym in your walking tree, its a tapestry of pride your weaving,
Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair.
I'm dirty feet on your clean white shoes, I'm the man of the mess that
greets you, been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair.
I think its time you let me go,
I'm too in love, let me go,
I think its time you let me go,
I'm too in love,
I think its time you let me go,
I'm too in love, let me go,
I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away,
I knew I would, I would, if I waited a day,
It made me feel better, but I have to say,
I'll never learn, I'm burning all this paper away,
I'm burning all this paper away,
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Post by littleredrooster on Jul 16, 2005 11:28:14 GMT -5
Tulsa telephone book (Calexico) words and music by Tom T. Hall
have you read any good telephone books lately? if you ain't then let me recommend one i've already read that tulsa telephone book thirteen times if you don't know any last names it ain't much fun readin' that tulsa telephone book, can drive a guy insane especially if that girl you're lookin' for has no last name i gotta find her and tell her, i don't want our love to end so i'm readin' that tulsa telephone book again well, i was in tulsa and didn't have anything goin' she lived in tulsa and didn't have anything on she said, "my name is juanita," and i said, "my name is j.b. [t.]" when i woke up the very next mornin' she was gone all of the tulsa operators know my voice now and they gotta know how long i've been alone if you meet a girl named juanita with some ribbons in her hair would you tell her that she's wanted on the phone readin' that tulsa telephone book, can drive a guy insane especially if that girl you're lookin' for has no last name i gotta find her and tell her, i don't want our love to end so i'm readin' that tulsa telephone book again i'm readin' that tulsa telephone book again
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Post by marlboroman on Jul 16, 2005 15:51:18 GMT -5
will haven - fresno
let's go for a walk and paint the stars in constellations of cruelty. can you dig the moonlight? pass around the clevers so we can cut each others hearts out, let us dine without love and make it easy and keep it meaningless, only to disintegrate any ground we shared. can you dig the moonlight? paint me your sorrow and I'll make you famous, show me your happiness and I'll forget you exist. in my book the characters bleed for what they desire. dream with me so that we can ignite defuse wear friendship thin smother lust I do not want what is not mine, I never did I knew what I wanted but filled time with additives to block the pain of rejection I spent too much time worrying about me I am so selfish I destroyed us and any common ground but half the fun is rebuilding
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Post by dimples on Jul 17, 2005 2:00:48 GMT -5
Supergrass... Moving...
Moving, just keep moving, Till I don't know what's sane, I've been moving so long, The days all feel the same,
Moving, just keep moving, Well I don't know why to stay, No ties to bind me, No reasons to remain,
Got a low, low feeling around me, And a stone cold feeling inside, And I just can't stop messing my mind up, Or wasting my time,
There's a mow, low feeling around me, And a stone cold feeling inside, I've got to find somebody to help me, I keep you in mind,
So I'll keep moving, just keep moving, Well I don't know who I am, No need to follow, There's no way back again,
Moving, keep on moving, Where I feel I'm home again, And when it's over, I'll see you again,
Got a low, low feeling around me, And a stone cold feeling inside, And I just can't stop messing my mind up, Or wasting my time,
There's a mow, low feeling around me, And a stone cold feeling inside, I've got to find somebody to help me, I keep you in mind.
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Post by littleredrooster on Jul 17, 2005 5:27:21 GMT -5
Things behind the sun - Nick Drake
Please beware of them that stare They'll only smile to see you while Your time away And once you've seen what they have been To win the earth just won't seem worth Your night or your day Who'll hear what I say. Look around you find the ground Is not so far from where you are But not too wise For down below they never grow They're always tired and charms are hired From out of their eyes Never surprise.
Take your time and you'll be fine And say a prayer for people there Who live on the floor And if you see what's meant to be Don't name the day or try to say It happened before.
Don't be shy you learn to fly And see the sun when day is done If only you see Just what you are beneath a star That came to stay one rainy day In autumn for free Yes, be what you'll be. Please beware of them that stare They'll only smile to see you while Your time away And once you've seen what they have been To win the earth just won't seem worth Your night or your day Who'll hear what I say.
Open up the broken cup Let goodly sin and sunshine in Yes that's today. And open wide the hymns you hide You find reknown while people frown At things that you say But say what you'll say About the farmers and the fun And the things behind the sun And the people round your head Who say everything's been said And the movement in your brain Sends you out into the rain.
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Post by mongo on Jul 17, 2005 5:39:42 GMT -5
this aint no disco.......this aint no country club either
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Post by marlboroman on Jul 17, 2005 8:35:46 GMT -5
this ain't no technological breakdown... this is the road to hell.
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Post by mongo on Jul 17, 2005 8:55:31 GMT -5
This is the end, Beautiful friend.......This is the end, My only friend
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Post by marlboroman on Jul 17, 2005 9:05:37 GMT -5
Face of The Earth
As kisses go, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary The alkaline lips, Her fingers slipped around my belt She had to go, She took a step back in and then she started to smile, I heard a funny sound, And everything seemed to shift A crazy wail, A funny shudder of a bad magnetic event, A ghost ran through us, Moving like a shadow of a cloud I wasn't sure, I thought that something happened but I didn't know what, The moment seemed to fade, And I turned my eyes back to her That's when I saw, I freeze the look of pre-alert and study it still, Her smile starts to loosen, Her pupils yawn wide And then she's blown From the face of the earth
There wasn't any wind, No noise, No nothing Just a body jerked skyward, Limbs flailing like an unloved marionette, At impossible speed, Receding away like a far away dot I can see her still, scream for help but no one answered She turned end on end like a long lost astronaut, I felt the summer air reclaim me, the chirp of a bird, the whisper of leaves, And I was frozen... To the face of the earth
I never really knew the way she lived her life, I thought that something happened but she never called back, I didn't know her family or friends at all With no one to call, summer turned into fall, I gave up It's been a couple years and I guess I'm fine about it, It's not like we were married, it was three or four months, And nothing's really different, though it seems like I've Spent my life in planes, Which is kind of strange Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Post by mongo on Jul 17, 2005 9:37:51 GMT -5
Planetary sickness, the state of the world.
Time, Death, God;
inbreed overkill altered through decayed moral causing global infection.
Compulsion of matter,
the remaining part of dreariness and obsolete dejection.
Man breeds ignorance and fatality.
Empty eyes and a soul forsaken, an intellect like zero,
reasons for pandemic genocide.
Human trash, wasted flesh, is that what you wanna be?
Practise what you preach.
In despite of development from chaos humanity has degenerated
in relation to the primordial state.
Misconception and misinterpretation of values,
surrounds you like a mental drape.
You stink - that`s how you are.
You reek - that`s what you`re at.
You are mentally dead - that`s what you`ve become.
You are matter without content - that`s what you`re all about.
And you thought you were the highlight of the ladder of evolution?
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Post by littleredrooster on Jul 17, 2005 10:52:16 GMT -5
This is the end, Beautiful friend.......This is the end, My only friend The future's uncertain, and the end is always near
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Post by mongo on Jul 17, 2005 10:58:04 GMT -5
Where are the feasts we are promised? Where is the wine?
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Post by littleredrooster on Jul 17, 2005 11:16:27 GMT -5
Resting on cactus, feasting on snakes.
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Post by mongo on Jul 17, 2005 11:56:00 GMT -5
Early this mornin' when you knocked upon my door Early this mornin', ooh when you knocked upon my door And I said, "Hello, Satan," I believe it's time to go."
Me and the Devil was walkin' side by side Me and the Devil, ooh was walkin' side by side And I'm goin' to beat my woman until I get satisfied
She say you don't see why that you will dog me 'round Now, babe, you know you ain't doin' me right, don'cha She say you don't see why, ooh that you will dog me 'round It must-a be that old evil spirit so deep down in the ground
You may bury my body down by the highway side Baby, I don't care where you bury my body when I'm dead and gone You may bury my body, ooh down by the highway side So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride
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Post by marlboroman on Jul 17, 2005 12:08:02 GMT -5
you breathed and then you stopped i breathed and dried you off
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Post by littleredrooster on Jul 17, 2005 15:24:18 GMT -5
I've been loving you too long ( Otis Redding & Jerry Butler )
I've been loving you too long to stop now
There were time and you want to be free My love is growing stronger, as you become a habit to me Oh I've been loving you a little too long I dont wanna stop now, oh With you my life, Has been so wonderful I can't stop now
There were times and your love is growing cold My love is growing stronger as our affair [affair] grows old I've been loving you a little too long, long, I don't want to stop now oh, oh, oh I've been loving you a little bit too long I don't wanna stop now No, no, no
Don't make me stop now No baby I'm down on my knees Please, don't make me stop now I love you, I love you, I love you with all of my heart And I can't stop now Don't make me stop now Please, please don't make me stop now Good god almighty I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you I love you in so many different ways... I love you in so many different ways....
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Post by dimples on Jul 17, 2005 17:27:57 GMT -5
Spoon... I Turn My Camera On...
I turn my camera on I cut my fingers on the way They way I'm slippin away I turn my feelings off Y'made me untouchable for life And you wasn't polite
It hit me like a tom You hit me like a tom On on and on
When I turn my feelings on I turn my feelings on inside Feel like I'm gonna ignite I saw them stars go off I saw them stars go off at night And they're looking alright
Keep on blowin up Keep on blowin em off Get up roll it out Keep on showin em out
Y'hit me like a tom It hit me like a tom On and on a tom
I turn my camera on I cut my fingers on the way I feel me slippin away I wipe my feelings off Y'made me untouchable for life And you wasn't polite
Y'hit me like a tom I don't know where it's from It hit me like a tom-tom
Here comes the flan
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Post by dimples on Jul 18, 2005 11:10:25 GMT -5
Spoon... THE WAY WE GET BY...
WE GET HIGH IN BACK SEATS OF CARS WE BREAK INTO MOBILE HOMES WE GO TO SLEEP TO SHAKE APPEAL NEVER WAKE UP ON OUR OWN
AND THAT'S THE WAY WE GET BY
WE GO OUT IN STORMY WEATHER WE RARELY PRACTICE DISCERN WE MAKE LOVE TO SOME WEIRD SIN WE SEEK OUT THE TACITURN
THAT'S THE WAY WE GET BY
WE FOUND A NEW KIND OF DANCE IN A MAGAZINE TRIED IT OUT IT'S LIKE NOTHING YOU EVER SEEN YOU SWEET TALK LIKE A COP AND YOU KNOW IT YOU BOUGHT A NEW BAG OF POT, SAID LET'S MAKE A NEW START
AND THAT'S THE WAY TO MY HEART THAT'S THE WAY WE GET BY
WE GET HIGH IN BACK SEATS OF CARS WE PUT FAITH IN OUR CONCERNS FALL IN LOVE TO DOWN ON THE STREET WE BELIEVE IN THE SUM OF OURSELVES
I SAID THAT'S THE WAY WE GET BY
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Post by littleredrooster on Jul 18, 2005 11:14:14 GMT -5
3 SPEED (Eels)
got a 3 speed and banana seat sitting back on the sissy bar went to sev and got a drink wish i was driving in daddy's car
and i looked up at the sky last night and i thought i saw a bomb and why won't you just tell me what's going on?
riding down on springhill road meeting alfred out in the woods dogs bark and mosquito's bite scratching the itch that makes it feel good
and i looked into the mirror last night all i saw was a pretty blonde and why won't you just tell me what's going on?
life is funny but not ha ha funny peculiar i guess you think i got it all going my way then why am i such a fucking mess?
want a pony and a birthday cake want a party with a scary clown kneel down and bow to the princess kneel down for the queen of the town
and i looked up at the sky last night and i thought i saw a bomb and why won't you just tell me what's going on? tell me what's going on
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ELECTRO-SHOCK BLUES (Eels)
feeling scared today write down "i am ok" a hundred times the doctors say i am ok i am ok i'm not ok
skin is crawling off mopping the sweaty drops sticking around for this shit another day another day not another day
pink pill feels good finally understood take me in your warm embrace i am trying i am trying
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Post by mongo on Jul 18, 2005 13:21:25 GMT -5
Who is here To hold your hand
In the dark Where no one
Answers the phone Speaking of the dead
When the red light rings Don't be alarmed
Someone is dying With no one to talk to
Other than those carried Down the corridors
Open in the end End in the open
And the sun is Waiting
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Post by dimples on Jul 18, 2005 13:25:32 GMT -5
16. Red Death At 6:14
[I'll buy it out there got a cop down at 6:14, 6:14?]
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la whoo! what's that she said what's that she said what's that she said with her fingers turning blue and her face was turning red whoo! was that her dad was that her dad was that her dad with the magic marker writing little angel on her head
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
whoo! she must be dead well she must be dead she must be dead if the only sound I hear are the devils by her bed
oh oh well [cough cough] whoo! what's that she said what's that she said what's that she said with her fingers turning blue and her face was turning red la la la la la la
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Post by MR GUMBY on Jul 18, 2005 22:09:46 GMT -5
ding ding da ding ding ding broooo braaa brooo braaaa
(repeat x 100)
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Post by dimples on Jul 19, 2005 8:45:23 GMT -5
Full Moon Over Dallas...
if there was ever a reason to admire i don't hide it given two faces everything from a lonely two minded i never had any reason to say "hey, it's ok" cause i'm stuck here in what if's in the woods with no fire
broken hearts and peace of mind empty rooms and all of there kind loneliness in a crowded room still i feel just fine
could you take just the time to give us a little of that cold winter blows and golden opportunities are just starin' at your face you got left with low expectations your gettin' left here by the lake
broken hearts and peace of mind empty rooms and all of there kind loneliness in a crowded room still i feel just fine
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Post by littleredrooster on Jul 19, 2005 11:50:51 GMT -5
The Asshole song (Jude)
Your eyes are all wet now You know that I'm lying I swear I was only protecting your heart
But there are some reasons And also some pictures Which if you saw they would rip you apart
And I won't watch you cry Goodbye, I'm an asshole
I'm almost a tall guy And fairly good looking So people they trust me but sometimes they're wrong I have often wondered Which one was the taller My old Alexander or Kubla Khan And would they watch you cry Goodbye, I'm an asshole
I was a pig And never no good Now you can see through the streams in your eyes every nickel is wood
Your lines are all fading Your model's all last year I am still a young man and I need a new car
Your friends will all hate me But I know I'm smarter I'm in love with a fan and she thinks I'm a star And she will never So I won't ever I won't watch you cry Goodbye I won't watch you cry Goodbye, I'm an asshole
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