The Lyrics Thread-Part IV

Lucid Lounge
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the end
the Doors, in their début album

this is the end,
beautiful friend.
this is the end,
my only friend, the end

of our elaborate plans, the end.
of everything that stands, the end.
no safety or surprise, the end.
i’ll never look into your eyes, again.

can you picture what will be
so limitless and free,
desperately in need
of some stranger’s hand,
in a desperate land.

lost in a roman wilderness of pain,
and all the Children are insane.
all the Children are insane,
waiting for the summer rain!

there’s danger on the edge of town.
ride the king’s highway, baby.
weird scenes inside the gold mine.
ride the highway west, baby.

ride the Snake, ride the Snake
to the lake; the ancient lake, baby.
the Snake is long, seven miles.
ride the Snake…
he’s old, and his skin is cold.

the west is the best,
the west is the best.
get here, and we’ll do the rest.

the Blue Bus is calling us,
the Blue Bus is calling us.
driver, where you taken us?

the killer awoke before dawn.
he put his boots on.
he took a face from the ancient gallery, and he
walked on down the hall.
he went into the room where his sister lived, and then he
paid a visit to his brother, and then he,
he walked on down the hall, and
and he came to a door,
and he looked inside:

  • Father?

  • yes son?

  • i want to kill you.

  • Mother, i want to… i[/i]

come on baby, take a chance with us,
come on baby, take a chance with us.
come on baby, take a chance with us and
meet me at the back of the Blue Bus
doing a blue rock, on a Blue Bus,
doing a blue rock, come on, yeah!

this is the end,
beautiful friend.
this is the end,
my only friend, the end.

it hurts to set you free,
but you’ll never follow me.
the end of laughter and soft lies.
the end of nights we tried to die.

this is the end.

132

Trouble Every Day by Frank Zappa (not all of the lyrics were posted)

Well I’m about to get sick
From watchin’ my TV
Been checkin’ out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it’s gonna change, my friend
Is anybody’s guess

Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched ‘em throwin’ rocks and stuff
And chokin’ in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin’ ‘round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin’ down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don’t need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
‘N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin’ out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so

And further they assert
That any show they’ll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin’ hard and doin’ swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can’t be beat

133

Something for Bruno

Working Class Hero - John Lennon

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so f***ing crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and class less and free
But you’re still f***ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

134

Boom! System Of A Down

I’ve been walking through your streets,
Where all you moneys earning,
Where all your biuldings crying,
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by tv,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures,
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighboor, what a guy.

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children die per hour,
From starvation,
While billions spent on bombs,
Create death showers.

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom

Why, why, why, why must we kill, kill, kill, kill, our own, own, own, own kind…

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom
Every time you drop the bomb.

135

Some really good songs on this page.

Bruno-You’ve gotta nice taste!

136

Right Now by Fort Minor

[center][i]Someone right now is leaving their apartment
Looking down at the street, wondering where there car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal
In front of a restaraunt, staring through the window
at someone right now with their finger in their teeth
Who could use a little floss right across the street
there’s somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
to work at a shop where he’s about to get fired.
Someone right now is looking pretty tired
Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired
Somebody living right across the street
She wrote the best things she’s written all week
but her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
Can’t even think what happened, feeling so confused
And he knows it looks bad but there’s nothing he can do
I wonder what it’s like to be right there in his shoes

[Chorus]
But no I’m just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tommorrow I’ll be gone I don’t know when I’ll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that

Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box
And trying not to get shot in his throat
For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq
Hoping that he gets shipped back breathing
in a war that he’s not really sure of the reasons
So we show our support when the press mislead them
Though we more then remain proud and salute the troops
get some I know you boys got some work to do
Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life
And is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking
Stretching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner
Sneaking through the border just to work and to eat a real dinner
Right now someone wishes they were you and I
instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide
But right now I’m staring at the window at a frame
with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans
he pulled out his cigarette sparked the light
And walked right around the corner just outta my sight

But yo I’m just taking it in
From the second story hotel window again,
The TV’s on, and my bags are packed,
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that

[Repeat]

Ya right now somebody sitting in the darkness
Trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment
But they got a little mattress and a little carpet
And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench
You see them when you rushing to get to the office
wife robbed blind when she coming from the market
Right now somebody coming out from the pocket
Trying to dump that rock they run around the block with at
The same time the cops is raising the glock with aim
To fill your legs and back with some hot shit
Right now somebody struggling to stop this man
Who’s kick and punching and cussing at the doctors
Down the hall the child taking his first breath
The doctors ain’t even passed him to the nurse yet yo
I wonder if he understands what it’s worth yet
Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet
The answer to the question that we all seek
can be found depend on how free y’all think
Right now it’s somebody who ain’t eat all week
That would kill for the shit that you throw away in the street
I guess one man’s trash is the next man’s treasure
One mans pain is the next mans pleasure
one say infinity the next say forever
right now everybody got to get it together man

I’m just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again
Put my luggage on my back I don’t know where I’m at
I’m in world where we all change just like that,
Like that, like that, just like that, like that, just like that

Just like that, Just like that
[Repeat][/i][/center]

137

All Along the Watchtower

Bob Dylan

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”

“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

138

Changing of the Guards - Bob Dylan

Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.

Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you.

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks.

Gentlemen, he said,
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes,
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

139

Struck A Nerve by Bad Religion

There’s an old man on a city bus
Holding a candy cane
And it isn’t even christmas
He see’s a note in the obituary
That his last friend has died
There’s an infant clinging
To his overweight mother in the cold
As they go to shop for cigarettes
And she spends her last dollar
On a bottle of vodka for tonight
And I guess it struck a nerve
Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out
Of the line of sight
Like a barren winter day
Or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve
Every day I wander
In negative disposition
As I’m bombarded by superlatives
Realizing very well that I am not alone
Introverted
I look to tomorrow for salvation
But I’m thinking altruistically
And a wave of overwhelming doubt
Turns me to stone
And I guess it struck a nerve
Sent a murmur to my heart
We just haven’t got time
To crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve
I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
If theres a purpose for us all
It remains a secret to me
Don’t ask me to justify my life

140

I’d Love To Change The World - Ten Years After

Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more

Id love to change the world
But I dont know what to do
So Ill leave it up to you

Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, monopoly

Id love to change the world
But I dont know what to do
So Ill leave it up to you

World pollution, theres no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war

Id love to change the world
But I dont know what to do
So Ill leave it up to you

141

Come Sweet Death Lyrics
Voltaire

You’re like a dream
Dipped in delirium.
You’re my destiny
And my destruction.
I desire you
I despair of you.
And all endlessly.

Come sweet Death
Sing me a serenade
To wash away
The blood that stains
Every single part of me.
Come on Death
Play me a symphony
Then take me
For a bite to eat.
There’s a vendor
Just down the way.

You come to me
In my darkest moment.
I’ve no regrets,
Nothing left to lament.
No eerie skull.
No scary scythe.
You’re a pretty face.
And a warm embrace.
I never dreamed
Death could be so sweet
'Til she came for me.

Come sweet Death
Sing me a serenade
To wash away
The blood that stains
Every single part of me.
Come on Death
Play me a symphony
Then take me
For a bite to eat.
There’s a vendor
Just down the way.

Take me away.

Tell the other six,
'Don’t stay up late,
We’ve gone away on holiday,
No need to fear
No need to cry
Just because
This is goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, cruel world".

142

I freakin love this song : )

Leave Out All The Rest-Linkin Park

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared

After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I’m done here

So if you’re asking me
I want you to know

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]

Don’t be afraid
I’ve taken my beating
I’ve shared what I made

I’m strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I’ve never been perfect
But neither have you

So if you’re asking me
I want you to know

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You’ve learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can’t be who you are

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You’ve learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can’t be who you are
I can’t be who you are

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Due to the current quest :grin: … I woke up with this song playing in my head :tongue:

ROCK STAR Nickelback

[i]I’m through with standing in line
to the clubs i’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth
and I’m never gonna win
This life hasn’t turned out
quite the way I want it to be

(tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me

(yeah,so what you need)

I’ll need a, a credit card that’s got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how ya gonna do it?)

I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blonde hair
and well…
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free

(I have a quesadilla… on the house)

I’m gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me

(So how ya gonna do it?)

I’m gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blonde hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary
in today’s who’s who
We’ll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a
drug dealer on speed dial
well…
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I’m gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync 'em every night so I don’t get 'em wrong

Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blonde hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary
in today’s who’s who
We’ll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a
drug dealer on speed dial well…
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar[/i]

edit … Sunday 3rd August
I was just thinking of an old vinyl LP I used to own … and had to look up the lyrics to three songs :content: … all by Jim Reeves
[color=blue]
I’ve Enjoyed As Much Of This As I Can Stand

You look lovelier tonight than I remember I’m so glat I got to see you once again
I’ve enjoyed just sitting down and reminiscing
But I’ve enjoyed as much of this as I can stand
There’s so much more between us than this table
All those years all those dreams all those plans
Guess you know without me saying I still love you
But I’ve enjoyed as much of this as I can stand
[ guitar ]
So you say you’re happy now you’ve found a new love
Tell him I said he’s a lucky lucky man
No I don’t think I’ll have time to see his picture
I’ve enjoyed as much of this as I can stand
There’s so much more between us…[/color]

[color=indigo]
Little Ole Dime

Little ole dime you’re the last of a pocketful I’ve put all the others in this telephone
I’ve called all over town for a lost love let this last number be the right one
Little ole dime you’re my last chance to find her
And I’m placing all my last hopes on you
Let me tell her I’ll always be waiting
Just in case things don’t work out with someone new
Little ole dime please don’t disappoint me I can’t call anymore you’re my last dime
Tomorrow she’ll be gone with her new love
And I’ve just got a talk to her one more time
[ guitar ]
Little ole dime as you leave my shaking fingers I pray I’ll hear her answer the phone
The sound of her voice will ease my heartaches
Even though I know tomorrow she’ll be gone
Little ole dime here you go after the others if she answers or not it’s still goodbye
I’m almost afraid to dial the number if she isn’t there I know I’m gonna cry
Little ole dime please don’t disappoint me…[/color]

[color=darkblue]Lonely Music

An empty glass another coin in the jukebox this pain inside keeps hurtin’ on and on
The music starts a blue blue song is playing
You don’t need me anymore now I’m alone
But the guy who writes that lonely music
Needs lonely hearts like mine that he can write about
As the words tell their story how I miss you
This lonely music keeps reminding me of you
So talk to me talk to me oh lonely music it tells me I’m a fool for trusting you
Just can’t hold back the tears any longer this lonely music keeps reminding me of you
[ steel ]
So talk to me talk to me oh lonely music…[/color]

[color=blue]Talking Walls

When the shades of twilight close the day in my solitute I steal away
And a sweet familiar voice calls from the shadows of the talking walls
The talking walls bring laughter tears and pain
A touch of summer’s love and winter’s rain
Every step we made my heart recalls you are there behind the talking walls
[ piano ]
As they speak to me I hear your name and a spark is kindled to a flame
Such a vivid memory walks in and I’m reaching for the phone again
The talking walls bring laughter…[/color]

144

Californication - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind’s elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It’s Californication

It’s the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It’s understood that Hollywood
sells Californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war your waging

[Chorus:]
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It’s Californication

Space may be the final frontier
But it’s made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderon’s not far away
It’s Californication

Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody’s been there
and
I don’t mean on vacation

[Chorus]

Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl’s guitar
They’re just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn’t save the world
From Californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest
There is no test
But this is what you’re craving

[Chorus]

145

Penny Lane - The Beatles

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he’s had the pleasure to have known,
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It’s a clean machine.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she’s in a play
She is anyway.

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.

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Wake Up by Coheed and Cambria

I’m gonna ride this plane
Out of your life again
I wish that I could stay
But you argue

And more than this I wish
You could’ve seen my face
In backseat, staring out
Of the window

I’d do anything for you
Kill anyone for you

So leave yourself intact
‘Cause I will be coming back
In a phrase to cut these lips
I love you

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up

I’ve earned, through hope and faith
All the curves around your face
That I’m the one you’ll hold
Forever

If morning never comes
For either one of us
Then this, I pray to you
Wherever

I’d do anything for you
Kill anyone for you

I’d do anything for you
Kill anyone for you

So leave yourself intact
‘Cause I won’t be coming back
In a phrase to cut these lips
I love you

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up

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[center]Into The West
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey’s end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You’re only sleeping

What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass

Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don’t say: «We have come now to the end»
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again

And you’ll be here in my arms
Just sleeping

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West[/center]

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Eminence Front - The Who
written by Pete Townshend

The sun shines
People forget
The spray flies as the speedboat glides
People forget
Forget they’re hiding
The girls smile
People forget
The snow packs as the skier tracks
People forget
Forget they’re hiding.

Behind an eminence front
Eminence front - It’s a put-on.
It’s an eminence front
It’s an eminence front – It’s a put-on
An eminence front
Eminence front - put-on
Eminence front
It’s an eminence front
I’ts an eminence front – It’s a put-on
It’s a put-on
It’s a put-on
It’s a put-on

Come and join the party
Dress to kill
Won’t you come and join the party
Dress to kill
Dress to kill.

The drinks flow
People forget
That big wheel spins, the hair thins
People forget
Forget they’re hiding
The news slows
People forget
The shares crash, hopes are dashed
People forget
Forget they’re hiding.

Behind an eminence front
An eminence front - it’s a put-on
It is an eminence front
Eminence front – It’s a put-on
An eminence front
An eminence front - put-on
Eminence front
It’s an eminence front - it’s a put-on
It’s a put-on
It’s a put-on
It’s a put-on

Come and join the party
Dress to
Come and join the party
Dress to
Come on join the party
Dress to
Come and join the party
Dress to kill

Dress yourself to kill.

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media.brucespringsteen.net/non_s … 331_1S.mov - I was at that concert where this was filmed. Truly an amazingly talented and awesome human being.

Trapped, by Jimmy Cliff, performed by Bruce Springsteen. To be found on Essential Bruce Springsteen.

Well it seems like I’m caught up in your trap again
And it seems like I’ll be wearin’ the same ol’ chains
Good will conquer evil and the truth will set you free
Then I know someday I’ll find the key
Then I know somewhere I’ll find the key
Well it seem like I’ve been playin’ the game way too long
And it seems the game I played has made you strong
Well when the game is over, I won’t walk out a loser
And I know that I’ll walk out of here again
And I know that someday I’ll walk out of here again

But now I’m trapped…oh yeah!
Trapped…oh yeah yeah!
Trapped…oh yeah!
Trapped…oh yeah!

Now it seems like I’ve been sleepin’ in your bed too long
And it seems like you’ve been meanin’ to do me harm
But I’ll teach my eyes to see beyond these walls in front of me
And someday I’ll walk out of here again
Yeah I know someday I’ll walk out of here again

(chorus)

Well it seem like I’ve been playin’ the game way too long
And it seems the game I played has made you strong

Because I’m trapped…oh yeah!
Trapped…oh yeah yeah!
Trapped…oh yeah yeah!
Trapped…oh yeah!

I’m trapped…oh yeah yeah!
Trapped…oh yeah yeah
Trapped…oh yeahhhhhh
Trapped…oh yeahhhh
I’m trapped.

150

You - Bad Religion

There’s a place where everyone can be happy.
It’s the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world.
It’s made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains,
And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls,
And you know I wish that I could got there.
It’s a road that I have not found.
And I wish you the best of luck, dear.
Drop a card or letter to my side of town.
Because there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
But baby I’m amazed at the hate that you can send and
You… painted my entire world.
But I… don’t have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
And I won’t forget it.
There’s a place where everyone can be right,
Even though you remain determined to be opposed.
Admittance requires no qualifications:
It’s where everyone has been and where everybody goes.
So please try not to be impatient,
For we all hate standing in line.
And when the farm is good and bought, you’ll be there without a thought,
And eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time.
Because there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
But baby I’m amazed at the hate that you can send and
You… painted my entire world.
But I… don’t have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
And I won’t forget it.

The Lyrics continue in ♫ The Lyrics Thread - Part V ♫ :moogle: