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In reply to an earlier post on 8 Jul 2012 15:27:53 BDT
Val H. says:
Piper at the gates of dawn
The coolness of the riverbank, and the whispering of the reeds
Daybreak is not so very far away

Enchanted and spellbound, in the silence they lingered
And rowed the boat as the light grew steadily strong
And the birds were silent, as they listened for the heavenly music
And the river played the song

The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn

The song dream happened and the cloven hoofed piper
Played in that holy ground where they felt the awe and wonder
And they all were unafraid of the great God pan

And the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn

When the vision vanished they heard a choir of birds singing
In the heavenly silence between the trance and the reeds
And they stood upon the lawn and listened to the silence

Of the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn

Its the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn

Van the Man

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Jul 2012 16:41:54 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
There's a killer on the road, his brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday, let your children play
If ya give this man a ride, sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

The other Morrison

Posted on 8 Jul 2012 16:48:13 BDT
Davy's on the road again
Wearin' different clothes again
Davy's turning handouts down
To keep his pockets clean
All his goods are sold again
His word's as good as gold again
Sez if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me
Jean and I we moved along
Since the day - down in the hollow
When the mind went driftin' on
And the feet were soon to follow

Davy's on the road again
Wearin' different clothes again
Davy's turning handouts down
To keep his pockets clean
Sayin' his goodbyes again
Wheels are in his eyes again
Sez if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me
Downtown in the big town
Gonna set you back on your heels
With a mouth full of memories
And a lot of stickers for my windshield
Shut the door
Cut the light
Davy want be home tonight
You can wait till the dawn rolls in
You won't see our Davy again

Davy's on the road again
Wearin' different clothes again
Davy's turning handouts down
To keep his pockets clean
Sayin' his goodbyes again
Wheels are in his eyes again
Sez if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me
Downtown in the big town
Gonna set you back on your heels
With a mouth full of memories
And a lot of stickers for my windshield
Shut the door
Cut the light
Davy want be home tonight
You can wait till the dawn rolls in
You won't see our Davy again

(John Simon & Robbie Robertson)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Jul 2012 17:45:25 BDT
Val H. says:
This whole park bench belongs to me.
I'm not crazy.
I reserved it late last spring.
Don't sit on my dog.
Thought we'd spend the summer here.
My wilderness vacation.
Scare off the tourists,
Or charge them to feed us.
Yep, I'm a real financier.

And when the interest rates fall,
I will invest in a mall.
Somewhere to keep from the cold wind
That rattles my bones.
It sinks like a stone since Davy left home.

I was always too high strung,
Seeking my salvation.
Now I just seek oblivion,
And my blood pressure's down.
Used to be so hard to keep
Up with all those Joneses.
Now I just keep up with me.
If you don't like it go home.

When this world finally ends,
I will be wealthy again.
I'll have all my past in this
Blue shopping bag that I guard
Like the strings of my heart.
That once rang so clear when Davy was here.

In your pity you're forgetting that
I was once somebody's better half.

Visit me again sometime,
Here among the flowers.
When you've known a love like mine,
It's hard to chit chat for long.

Life has more rips in its seams,
Than any novelist dreams.
Come when the fabric of night
Is tattered and torn.
We can talk until dawn.
But you'll have to go when Davy gets home.

(Janis Ian)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Jul 2012 18:57:58 BDT
nocheese says:
I've been busy removing
And I'm all in a frigidy-fidge.
My last digs were on the Embankment -
the third seat from Waterloo Bridge.

But the cooking - and O! the attendants -
Didn't happen to suit me so well.
So I ordered my man to pick up- And
a'look out for another hotel.

He did - and the new place is extra,
I vow.
If they only could see me-
Where I'm staying now.

I live in Trafalgar Square
with four lions to guard me.
Fountains and statues all over the place,
And the metropol' staring me right in the face.
I'll admit it's a trifle drafty,
But I look at it this way, you see:

If it's good enough for Nelson,
It's quite good enough for me.

The beds ain't so soft as they might be,
Still, the temperature's never too high.
And it's nice to see the swells who are passing
Look on you with envious eyes.

And then when you wake in the morning,
Just fancy how nice it must be,
To have a good walk for your breakfast
And the same for your dinner and tea.

There's many a swell up in Barclay tonight
Who'd be glad if he only had my appetite?

I live in Trafalgar Square
with four lions to guard me.
Fountains and statues all over the place,
And the metropol' staring me right in the face.
I'll admit it's a trifle drafty,
But I look at it this way, you see:

If it's good enough for Nelson,
It's quite good enough for me.

Many versions; Richard Thompson does a good one.

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Jul 2012 19:15:47 BDT
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In reply to an earlier post on 8 Jul 2012 19:26:44 BDT
Last edited by the author on 8 Jul 2012 19:28:24 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
I shiver and shake, every morning I wake to the roar of the trains overhead
I got a newspaper floor, a towel for a door and there's things crawling 'round in my bed
The facilities are free at the ship hostelry before the football supporters appear
Am I'm losing my mind in the great left behind
I got to get myself out of here

Man Overboard, waves washing over me
Hard times, it's a perilous sea
I'll never learn
Anyone can tell you where you can find me
Drunk and disorderly

There's rain on the ground and I can see upside down
Streetlamps and the repossessed homes
They say crime doesn't pay, well take a walk down my way
And I'm stuck here with nowhere to go
Out on the street with all the other deadbeats, wasting away with the years
Their ships going down on the wrong side of town
And I gotta get my ass out of here

Man Overboard, waves washing over me
Sometimes it's a treacherous sea
Walls spinning around the anger that's hidden deep inside of me
Drunk and disorderly

Reality this, reality that
I been there once and I ain't going back
They squeezed me 'till I came apart at the seams
Now I'd rather dream drunk and disorderly dreams

They got lasers that zap, they got cures for the clap
you can see your insides on TV
They got all kinds of pills for all kinds of ills
But they ain't found a cure yet for me
Out on the street where the cigarettes meet, abandon hope all who live here
There ain't no medicine for the state that I'm in
And I gotta get myself outta here

Man Overboard, waves washing over me
Sometimes it's a perilous sea
I'll never learn the 12 steps to heaven, they never work for me
Drunk and disorderly

Man Overboard, straight in the deep end baby
Sometimes it's a treacherous sea
If I'm going down it can't hurt any more than what you did to me
Drunk and disorderly

(Ian Hunter)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Jul 2012 21:29:47 BDT
Babyshambler says:
When your arms are empty, got nowhere to go
Come on out and catch this show
There'll be saints and sinners, you'll see losers and winners
All kinds of people you might want to know
Once you get it, you can't forget it
W.S. Walcott Medicine Show

You know he always holds it in a tent
And if you're looking for the real thing
He can show you where it went

There's a young faith healer he's a woman stealer
He will cure by his command
When the music's hot and you might have to stand
To hear the Klondike Klu Klux steamboat band
Don't you sweat it
You can't forget it
W.S. Walcott Medicine Show

I'd rather die happy than not die at all
For a man is a fool who will not heed the call

Gonna see *Miss Brer Foxhole with bright diamonds in her teeth
She is pure gold down underneath
She's a rock and roll singer and a true dead ringer
Boy, somethin' like you ain't never seen
Once you get it
You can't forget it
W.S. Walcott Medicine Show


The Band

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Jul 2012 21:43:39 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
If your body's feelin' bad
and it's the only one you have
you want to take away the pain
go out walkin' in the rain.
You watch the flowers go to bed,
ask the man inside your head
Your spirit never has to grieve
all ya got to do's believe.
The faith healer
The faith healer

All ya got to do is feel
your body's going to start to heal
The fingertips of holy fire
everlasting sweet desire
It don't matter what the doctor said
the healer man will sail away
Immortality for two
the miracles, they will come to you

The faith healer
The faith healer
Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?
The faith healer
The faith healer

Faith, and hope and charity
the simple relativity
He can make you understand
all you've got to do is take his hand
It don't matter what somebody said
Ask the man inside your head
the fingertips of holy fire
everlasting sweet desire

The faith healer
The faith healer
Can I put my hands on you?
The faith healer.......

(SAHB)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 09:40:39 BDT
Val H. says:
As I walk along I wonder a-what went wrong
With our love, a love that was so strong
And as I still walk on, I think of the things we've done
Together, a-while our hearts were young

I'm a-walkin' in the rain
Tears are fallin' and I feel the pain
Wishin' you were here by me
To end this misery
And I wonder
I wa-wa-wa-wa-wonder
Why
Ah-why-why-why-why-why she ran away
And I wonder where she will stay
My little runaway, run-run-run-run-runaway

(Del Shannon)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 09:44:16 BDT
nocheese says:
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 10:14:28 BDT
Val H. says:
Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What ?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done ?"
God says. "Out on Highway 61".

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 15:07:56 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man

Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99

(Dylan having a pop at da Boss)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 15:12:49 BDT
Val H. says:
I was lying on the living room floor
With the sound way up on "Highway 61"
Then I heard my mother calling through the door
Saying, "Now, what about those dishes then, son?"
So I picked the needle up
And yelled out, '"Just one more song to go"
Then I put the needle back down
At the start of "Desolation Row"
Words and Music - yeah, yeah

(Paul Kelly)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 16:45:14 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man
Called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more

Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a super brain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on my wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared
Together than alone

Ah, here she comes...[etc.]

Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while
Down the old street
Tell him we've lost his poems
So they're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

Ah, here she comes...[etc.]

(Davie Jones)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 20:47:08 BDT
Babyshambler says:
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise

Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Oo, she'll make you flip
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
I kinda like the way she dips
Well she's my best friend's girl
She's my best friend's girl
But she used to be mine

You've got your nuclear boots
And your drip dry glove
Oo when you bite your lip
It's some reaction to love, o-ove, o-ove
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Yeah, I think you'll flip
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Here she comes again
I kinda like the way, I like the way she dips
Cause she's my best friend's girl
Well she's my best friend's girl-irl
And she used to be mine
She's so fine

The Cars

Posted on 9 Jul 2012 21:34:50 BDT
I agree with what you say, I think it must be true
your girlfriend has only got one fault, thats you

what I like most about you
is your girlfriend, its true
(Specials)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 22:03:40 BDT
Last edited by the author on 9 Jul 2012 22:04:15 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
She has the smoke in her eyes
She's moving up, going right through my heart
She's gonna give me surprise
I think it's right, better than this
I think you can if you like
I got a girlfriend with bows in her hair
And nothing is better than that

(Talking Heads)

In reply to an earlier post on 9 Jul 2012 22:19:27 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's really serious

There were times when I could
Have "murdered" her
(But you know, I would hate
Anything to happen to her)

NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER

Do you really think
She'll pull through ?
Do you really think
She'll pull through ?
Do ...

Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
My, my, my, my, my, my baby, goodbye

There were times when I could
Have "strangled" her
(But you know, I would hate
Anything to happen to her)
WOULD YOU PLEASE
LET ME SEE HER !

Do you really think
She'll pull through ?
Do you really think
She'll pull through ?
Do ...
Let me whisper my last goodbyes

I know - IT'S SERIOUS

Smiths

Posted on 10 Jul 2012 12:25:19 BDT
Last edited by the author on 10 Jul 2012 12:26:56 BDT
It seems like weeks since you looked at me baby
Without that look of distaste
I don't know why your feelings are changing
But I've seen it in your face
All those times when our lips were kissing
Our tongues were telling lies
And all those signs that I've been missing
Were right there in your eyes.

So come on babe, let's kiss this thing goodbye.

I sometimes feel when we're together baby,
Everything has turned out wrong
And I know you feel exactly the same way
But still we carry on.
I've been waiting up by the window
Watching these cars go by
And I tell myself that I'll go through the motions
For the last time tonight.

So come on babe, let's kiss this thing goodbye.

Now I'm watching the fumes foul up the sunrise
I'm watching the light fade away
And I'm hoping tonight that I'll open the door
And you'll stand here and say

Come on babe, let's kiss this thing goodbye
Better make it sooner than later
Before it all turns sour
We'd better kiss this thing
Goodbye.

Del Amitri

In reply to an earlier post on 10 Jul 2012 12:36:06 BDT
Last edited by the author on 10 Jul 2012 12:38:04 BDT
nocheese says:
If that was our goodbye kiss
Seems a habit too good to miss
Once more for the memory
Hit the heights too well that time
To leave it there would be a crime
Seems more like beginning to me

At least we tried, took the biggest bite
Least we did it right
With all our soulds and all our might

Blue murder on the dance floor
French kisses in the rain
Blood wedding in the water
Till I see you again
Dutch courage is the game
And the ghost of you walks, the ghost of you walks
The ghost of you walks

The ghost of you walks right through my head
Sleepwalks at the foot of my bed
Sends old shivers over my skin
Love like that, won't let go
It's got some kind of a mind of its own
I can't break out and I can't break in

At least we lived, took it all at a rush
At least we loved too much
Felt too much, cared too much

Blue murder on the dance floor
French kisses in the rain
Blood wedding in the water
Till I see you again
Dutch courage is the game
And the ghost of you walks, the ghost of you walks
The ghost of you walks

Richard Thompson

In reply to an earlier post on 10 Jul 2012 13:25:50 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away
It's the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed proud man in his grief
And on Fridays she'd be there
And on Wednesday not at all
Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
You're a ghost la la la
You're a ghost
I'm in the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
la la la la la la
The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William William William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
singing crying singing tediously
You're a ghost la la la
You're a ghost
I'm the bishop and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
la la la la la la
Efficiency efficiency they say
Get to know the date and tell the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Elysée

John Cale

In reply to an earlier post on 10 Jul 2012 16:16:25 BDT
Babyshambler says:
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a sheik
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

The Cure

Posted on 10 Jul 2012 16:30:53 BDT
Gordon Dent says:
Friday night,
I feel alright.
Get into my leathers an' I get out on my bike.
There's thunder in my ears,
It's blastin' down the gears,
Kickin' up grit -
I don't give a shìt.

I got the wind in my hair,
You know I don't even care.
Stallions of the highway.

Saxon

In reply to an earlier post on 10 Jul 2012 17:34:30 BDT
Brass Neck says:
We rented a truck and a semi to go
Travel down the long and winding road
Look on the map I think we've been here before

Close the doors let's roll once more.

Cop on the corner
look he's startin' to write
I don't need no ticket so I screamed out of sight
Drove so fast that my eyes can't see
Look in the mirror is he still followin' me?

Let it roll
Down the highway
Let it roll
Down the highway
Roll
roll.

Look at the sign
we're in the wrong place
Come on boys
let's get ready to race

454 coming over the hill
The man on patrol
is going to give us a bill.
The time's real short
you know the distance is long
I'd rather have a jet but it's not in the song
Climb back in the cab
cross your fingers for luck
We gotta keep movin' if we're going to make a buck.

Let it roll

(Repeat ad infinitum)

Bachman Turner Overdrive
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