That Lyrics Thread

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Originally Posted by Luvin Da Blues

I am just a poor man,
I've got no where to go,
all my leaves have fallen,
left me all alone,

If I was a rich man,
if I was a king,
I would give you all I have,

I would give you everything,
if you,
Just take me

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awesome Status Quo...

One cold damp evening
The world stood still
I watched as I held my breath
A silhouette I thought I knew
Came through
And someone spoke to me
Whispered in my ear
This fantasy's for you
Fantasies are "in" this year

My whole life passed before my eyes
I thought
What they say is true
I shed my skin and my disguise
And cold, numb and naked
I emerged from my cocoon
And a half remembered tune
Played softly in my head

Then he turned smiling
And said
I realize a miracle is due
I dedicate this melody to you
But is this the stuff dreams are made of?
If this is the stuff dreams are made of
No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
Everywhere
It feels like I'm everywhere

It's like you fail to make the connection
You know how vital it is
Or when something slips through your fingers
You know how precious it is
Well you reach the point where you know
It's only your second skin

Someone's banging on my door

Sacrificed Sons

[Music: Dream Theater, Lyrics: James LaBrie]


Walls are closing
Anxiously
Channel surfing
Frantically

Burning City
Smoke and fire
Planes we're certain
Faith inspired

No clues
A complete surprise
Who'll be
Coming home tonight

Heads all turning
Towards the sky
Towers crumble
Heroes die

Who would wish this
On our people
And proclaim
That His will be done
Scriptures they heed have misled them
All praise their Sacrificed Sons

Teach them
What to think and feel
Your ways
So enlightening

Words they preach
I can't relate
If God's true Love
Are acts of Hate

God on High
Our mistakes
Will mankind be extinct?
There's no time to waste
Who serves the truth
For Heavens' sake

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Originally Posted by unleasHell

very cool...Sisters of Mercy!

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A Sisters of Mercy Fan... what else do you like?

Pick your favorite language and everyone sing along now..............


Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
REQUIEM [d-moll KV 626.]

Languages: Latin, German




Latin:


1. Requiem
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis, te decet
hymnus, Deus in Sion, et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem; exaudi
orationem meam, ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison.
2. Dies irae
Dies irae, dies illa solvet saeclum in favilla, teste David cum Sybilla.
Quantus tremor est futurus, quando judex est venturus, cuncta stricte
discussurus.
3. Tuba mirum
Tuba mirum spargens sonum per sepulchra regionum, coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit et natura, cum resurget creatura, judicanti responsura.
Liber scriptus proferetur, in quo totum continetur, unde mundus judicetur.
Judex ergo cum sedebit, quidquid latet apparebit, nil inultum remanebit.
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? quem patronum rogaturus, cum vix justus
sit securus?
4. Rex tremendae
Rex tremandae maiestatis, qui salvandos salvas gratis, salva me, fons
pietatis.
5. Recordare
Recordare Jesu pie, quod sum causa tuae viae, ne me perdas illa die.
Quaerens me sedisti lassus, redemisti crucem passus; tantus labor non
sit cassus.
Juste judex ultionis, donum fac remissionis ante diem rationis.
Ingemisco tanquam reus, culpa rubet vultus meus; supplicanti parce Deus.
Qui Mariam absolvisti, et latronem exaudisti, mihi quoque spem dedisti.
Preces meae non sum dignae, sed tu, bonus, fac benigne, ne perenni
cremer igne.
Inter oves locum praesta, et ab hoedis me sequestra, statuens in parte
dextra.
6. Confutatis
Confutatis maledictis, flammis acribus addictis, voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis, cor contritum quasi cinis, gere curam mei finis.
7. Lacrymosa
Lacrymosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce Deus, pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem! Amen!
8. Domine Jesu
Domine Jesu Christe! Rex gloriae! Libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum
de poenis inferni et de profundo lacu!
Libera eas de ore leonis, ne absorbeat eas Tartarus, ne cadant in obscurum:
sed signifer sanctus Michael repraesentet eas in lucem sanctam, quam olim
Abrahae promisisti, et semini ejus.
9. Hostias
Hostias et preces tibi, Domine, laudis offerimus.
Tu suscipe pro animabus illis, quarum hodie memoriam facimus: fac eas,
Domine, de morte transire ad vitam, quam olim Abrahae promisisti, et
semini ejus.
10. Sanctus
Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth! pleni sunt coeli et terra
gloria tua.
Osanna in excelsis.
11. Benedictis
Benedictis, qui venit in nomine Domini.
Osanna in excelsis.
12. Agnus Dei
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem sempiternam.
Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine, cum sanctis in aeternum, quia pius es.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.



German:

1. Requiem
Ewige Ruhe gieb ihnen, Herr, und ewiges Licht leuchte ihnen; dir
gebuehret Lobgesang, Gott in Zion, und Anbetung soll dir werden in
Jerusalem; erhoehe mein Gebet, zu dir kommt alles Fleisch. Ewige Ruhe
gieb ihnen, Herr, und ewiges Licht leuchte ihnen. Herr erbarme dich!
Christe erbarme dich! Herr erbarme dich!
2. Dies irae
Tag der Zornes, Tag der Klage, der die Welt in Asche wandelt, wie
Sybill' und David zeuget. Welches Zagen wird sie fassen, wenn der
Richter wird erscheinen, Recht und Unrecht streng zu richten.
3. Tuba mirum
Die Posaune wundertoenend durch die grabgewoelbten Hallen, Alle vor den
Richter fordert. Tod und Leben wird erbeben, wenn die Welt sich wird
erheben, Rechenschaft dem Herrn zu geben. Ein geschrieben Buch
erscheinet, darin alles ist enthalten, was die Welt einst suehnen soll.
Wird sich dann der Richter setzen, tritt zu Tage was verborgen; nichts
wird ungeraecht verbleiben. Was werd', Armer, ich dann sprechen?
welchen Mittler soll ich rufer, da selbst der Gerechte zittert?
4. Rex tremendae
Herr, dess' Allmacht Schrecken zeuget, der ich fromm den Frommen
neiget, rette mich Urquell der Gnade!
5. Recordare
Ach! gedenke, treuer Jesu, dass du einst fuer mich gelitten; lass mich
jetzt nich untergehen! Muede, hast du mich gesuchet, Kreuzestod auf
dich genommen; lass die Mueh' nicht fruchtlos werden. Richter im
Gericht der Rache, lass von mir die Gnade finden, eh' der letzte Tag
erscheinet. Schuldich seufze ich und bange, Schuld erroethet meine
Wange; Herr, lass Flehen dich versoehnen! Der Marien hat erloeset, und
erhoeret hat den Schaecher, mir auch Hoffnung hat gegeben. All' mein
Flehen ist nicht wuerdig, doch, du guter, uebe Gnade, lass mich ewig
nicht verderben. Lass mich unter deiner Heerde, von der Strafe
freigesprochen, dann zu deiner Rechten steh'n.
6. Confutatis
Wenn Empoerung, fluch und Rache wird gebuesst in heissen Flammen, o!
dann rufe mich zu dir! Flehend demuthvoll ich rufe, und mein Herz beugt
sich im Staube: sorgend denk' ich der Erloesung!
7. Lacrymosa
Thraenenvollster aller Tage, wenn die Welt der Asch' entsteiget,
suendvoll sich dem Richter neiget: Herr, dann wolle ihr verzeihen!
treuer Jesu, Weltenrichter, sel'ge Ruhe ihr verleihen! Amen!
8. Domine Jesu
Herr Jesu Christ! Koenig der Ehren! Befreie die seelen allen treuen
Abgeschiedenen von den Strafen del Hoelle und von dem tiefen Abgrunde.
Errette sie aus dem Rachen der Loewen, dass die Hoelle nicht
verschlinge, und sie nicht fallen in die Tiefe: sondern das Panier des
heiligen Michael begleite sie zum ewigen Lichte, welches du verheissen
hast Abraham und seinem Geschlechte.
9. Hostias
Opfer und gebet bringen dir, Herr, lobsingend wir dar. Nimm es gneadig
an fuer jene Seelen, deren wir heut' gedenken: Lass sie, o Herr, vom
Tode zu dem Leben uebergehen, welches du verheissen hast Abraham und
seinem Geschlechte.
10. Sanctus
Heilig, heilig, heilig ist der Herr Gott Zebaoth! Voll sind Himmel und
Erde deiner Ehre! Hosanna in der Hoehe!
11. Benedictus
Gesegnet sei, der da kommt im Namen des Herrn! Hosanna in der Hoehe!
12. Agnus Dei
Lamm Gottes, das du traegst die Suende der Welt, schenke ihnen Ruhe.
Lamm Gottes, das du traegst die Suende der Welt, schenke ihnen ewige
Ruhe. Ewiges Licht leuchte ihnen, Herr, mit allen deinen Heiligen in
Ewigkeit, denn du bist ewig gut. Ewige Ruhe gieb ihnen, Herr, und
ewiges Licht leuchte ihnen.

I don't speak Latin, but this one's cool...

In the life of the wrong a love lingered on,
Love lingered on to frustration.
And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone?
Or am I just a picture in a photograph?
Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died?
One who would not deny lovers?
And I don't care what they say, if what you need is your faith,
Then take a look at my face and know

That till your rapture falls to pieces
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me the room to breathe,
Simple things like suffering
Life had gone this way
Life is gone this way

Still in the life of the wrong we all moved along
Another life evolved to gestation
And so she made her way with the mistake we made
But she was still a picture from a photograph

So she walked in the baby's room
Knowing what she should do leaves me in
Absolute horror
She put her hands on its lips and gave it
One last kiss
And sang some tune that went

Until your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me, the room to breathe,
Simple things like suffering

And I would and I would destroy your god
Yes I would if I could destroy your god
Because you're born again
Until you're worn again,

Until your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me the room to breathe,
Sinful things are suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces

But, this must be, then burn with me
Anything
Just don't leave

So find in me room to breathe
Sinful things like suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces

She swore she heard the voice of Jesus
Telling her it was wrong to keep it
And one more thing, it looked like me
Back when it breathed
Rest in peace
Until the rapture comes to meet us

On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go


In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on

I don't wanna live
to be thirty-four
I don't wanna die
in a nuclear war

go on out
get some more
go on out
to the bar, the market or the liquor store

I don't wanna live
to be fourty-three
I don't like
what i see going on around me

go on out
get some more
go on out
get ****ed up and pass out on the floor
go on out
get some more
go on out
to your favorite liquor store
go on out
don't worry about it any more
go on out
get ****ed up
i don't know what for

I don't wanna live
to be fifty-seven
I'm living in hell
is there a heaven?

live fast, die young!
live fast, die young!
live fast, die young!
live fast, die young!

Macho City
Macho City
Macho City
Macho City

Welcome to the entertainment
Here now are the facts
Presented by reporters
Wearing macho slacks

All around the world
The message is hot and smoking
Would you like to see the future
Nobody's joking

Velcro people with
X-Ray sight
Will be making judgements
About what's wrong and what's right

Politicians and lawyers
All know what it means
They'll be keeping it all legal
With political visquine

Macho City
Macho City

As time marches
Through the ages
Macho men always
Shooting up history's pages

Taking over this (ooh)
Taking over that (ooh)
Macho men always
Where it's at

El Salvador
Afghanistan
Ask those people
About the macho plan

Macho City

Talking about
Zombie servants
Mystic mud
Silver bullets
Head green ton stud
Black cat bone
The heebee-jeebees
John the Conqueroo's personal voodoo keys

Way over yonder
Over on yonder's wall
Looks like Macho Man's
Headed for a big fall

How can Macho Man
Heal his soul?
Will powerful root man
Let him go?

-The Steve Miller Band

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Originally Posted by ForeverAutumn

While that may work, it's not how I did it. Type the word then change the colour of one letter to black. I know it's already black, but for some reason editing the colour works.

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Great! Thanks FA! I now get to type the name Donald Fagen without it asterisking out the first three letters.

Fuckin awesome!!!!

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Originally Posted by RoyY51

Stuck in this old city, now, where livin' ain't no fun; where steel and glass and concrete cancel out the wind and sun;
And I'm thinking of last winter, now, when we walked hand in hand; on the trails of the Colorado Rockies.

The wind sang us a lullaby, the snow was thick as cream; and icicles were chandeliers like crystals in a dream;
and the streams were strips of diamonds; and the hills were white as snow;
and a bear ate all our soybeans in the night.

Oh, Colorado's calling me, from her hillsides and her rivers and her mesas and ravines;
When blizzards snap the powerlines and all the toilets freeze
in December in the Colorado Rockies.

We had time and space and freedom; we had love and peace to spare;
'though we ran out of things to smoke, to say and eat and wear.
And the morning of the avalanche the Yeti kidnapped Blanche
and took her to his cave up in the Rockies.

Oh, Colorado's calling me; from her glaciers and her canyons, and her badlands and ravines.
When infectious hepatitis was all that came to stay
in January in the Colorado Rockies.

The baby didn't die until we burned up all our wood;
Considering we ate her raw, she tasted pretty good.
And the facist health inspectors dug us out and mailed us home;
Except for Blanche, who wouldn't leave her mate.

Oh, Colorado's callin' me, from her hillsides and her rivers and her mesas and ravines;
They tell me I'll be cured soon for I'm ready to return
When it's April in the Colorado Rockies.


Any guesses?

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I get the feeling that no one read past the first sugar-coated verses to get to the good stuff. These lyrics are from the National Lampoon's "Lemmings" album, circa 1973. The song, "Colorado" (subtitled "Entrails of the Rockies") was a John Denver parody sung by Chevy Chase, with backing vocals by John Belushi and Gilda Radner. Chevy didn't sound a whole lot like Denver, but the instrumentation, arrangement and over-all John Denver "feel" were spot on.

I go ooh ooh, you go ah ah
lalalalalalalala

lalalalalalalala
I wanna wanna wanna get get get what I want
Don't stop
Give me give me give me what you got got
Cause I can't wait wait wait any more more more more
Don't even talk about the consequence
Cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me
And I don't give a damn what they say, what they think think
Cause you're the only one who's on my mind
I'll never ever let you leave me
I'll try to stop time for ever, never wanna hear you say goodbye (bye bye bye)

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
I've gone crazy from the moment I met you

Untouched
And I need you so much

See you, breathe you, I want to be you
Alalalala alalalala
You can take take take take take time time
To live live the way you gotta gotta live your life
Give me give me give me all of you you
Don't be scared
I'll see you through the loneliness of one more more more
Don't even think about what's right or wrong, wrong or right
'Cause in the end it's only you and me and no one else is gonna be around
To answer all the questions left behind
And you and I are meant to be so even if the world falls down today
You've still got me to hold you up up
And I will never let you down (down)

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
I've gone crazy from the moment I met you

Untouched, untouched, untouched, untouched, untouched
Alalalala alalalala
Untouched
Alalalala alalalala

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
I've gone crazy from the moment I met you

I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
I've gone crazy from the moment I met you

A divorced lady arrives home from a bar
Guess, guess what she sees, sees there
There is a naked person in my flat!
He's got a weird expression on his face!
Oh my god and jesus as well!
W-what are you doing here?
Are you hurting your chest?
Offending yourself!?

Forcing yourself into pain and sorrow like there is no tomorrow?
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour!

He looks at me hopeless with tears in his eyes
Goes out of the window and up on the roof
Naked man, naked man calm down!
I-I'll give you some strawberry cake

Don't act like there is no tomorrow
You should use the pain and the sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour!

Aaaaaow!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Life's both sweet and sour!
Don't act
Don't act
Don't act-act

Like there's no tomorrow!
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour

Don't act like there is no tomorrow
You should use the pain and sorrow
To fill you up with power
Life's both sweet and sour

Ta ta ta ooh woah!
oooh...ooh....
Life's both sweet and sour
Life's both sweet and sour


--The Sugarcubes (aka Bjork)

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Originally Posted by Sugar Beats

On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go


In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on

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"Like a Stone" by Audioslave.

Compare lyrics like this with the one that nightflier posted, and you'll understand why I say I've yet to see anyone come along in recent times who even comes close to Chris Cornell's mastery.

Tex, I was just contributing. It wasn't an attempt at being poetic... Circle Jerks never were about being poetic anyhow, but they were local, and I guess that's something.

& that was a different time....

Du auf dem Schulhof
ich zum Töten bereit
und keiner hier weiß
von meiner Einsamkeit

Rote Striemen auf weißer Haut
ich tu dir weh
und du jammerst laut

Jetzt hast du Angst und ich bin soweit
mein schwarzes Blut versaut dir das Kleid

Dein weißes Fleisch erregt mich so
ich bin doch nur ein Gigolo
dein weißes Fleisch erleuchtet mich

Mein schwarzes Blut und dein weißes Fleisch
ich werd immer geiler von deinem Gekreisch
der Angstschweiß da auf deiner weißen Stirn
hagelt in mein krankes Gehirn

Dein weißes Fleisch erregt mich so
ich bin doch nur ein Gigolo
mein Vater war genau wie ich
dein weißes Fleisch erleuchtet mich

Jetzt hast du Angst und ich bin soweit
mein krankes Dasein nach Erlösung schreit
dein weißes Fleisch wird mein Schafott
in meinem Himmel gibt es keinen Gott

Dein weißes Fleisch erregt mich so
ich bin doch nur ein Gigolo
dein weißes Fleisch erleuchtet mich
mein Vater war genau wie ich
dein weißes Fleisch erregt mich so
ich bin ein trauriger Gigolo
dein weißes Fleisch erleuchtet mich

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Originally Posted by nightflier

Tex, I was just contributing. It wasn't an attempt at being poetic... Circle Jerks never were about being poetic anyhow, but they were local, and I guess that's something.

& that was a different time....

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Circle jerks that were local huh?

Hmmmmm...... :sosp:


:smilewinkgrin:

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Originally Posted by nightflier

....Circle Jerks never were about being poetic anyhow, ................

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This is the part I had to laugh at.

That Orange County/SoCal scene was pretty badass while it lasted...

Tex, LDB, and the rest of the giggling pre-pubescents in the back of the classroom... you have to see the irony in it. It was an anti-establishment statement for the band to choose the name, right when everybody was so uptight about this sort of stuff (you know, the Carter & Reagan years). I doubt the Sex Pistols would be insulted.

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Originally Posted by Worf101

I was driving in this morning and heard this song for the first time EVER!!! Wow if ever lyrics still resonate particularly the last set from a dead man about a some man we all know rather well now...

What Made America Famous
by Harry Chapin

It was the town that made America famous.
The churches full and the kids all gone to hell.
Six traffic lights and seven cops and all the streets kept clean.
The supermarket and the drug store and the bars all doing well...

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Harry Chapin was a lyrical genius IMO. I'm not familiar with this tune. But I'm going to look it up on iTunes. Thanks for posting this one Worf.

I love a song that tells a story. Here's one that I was listening to this morning...

The fix is in
There's a nag gonna dance home at Epsom

The fix is in
Can't wait to see how it upsets 'em

Too many times we've been postally pipped
We've loaded the saddles, the mickeys are slipped
We're swapping the turf for the sand and the surf and the sin
Cause the fix, the fix is in

The fix is in
The odds that I got were delicious

The fix is in
The jockey is cocky and vicious

The redoubtable beast has had pegasus pills
We'll buy him the patch in the Tuscany hills
And the Vino di Vici will flow like a river in spring
Now the fix, the fix is in

The fix is in
The snaps of the steward so candid

The fix is in
Yes, our pigeons have finally landed

The Donahue sisters will meet us in France
In penguins and pearls, we'll drink and we'll dance
'Til the end of our days, cause it ain't left to chance
That we win
Cause the fix, the fix is in

No lyrics thread would be complete without some Al Stewart, IMO. Here's one of my favourites...

One Stage Before

It seems to me as though I've been upon this stage before
And juggled away the night for the same old crowd
These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor
As here once again they strut and they fret their hour
I see those half-familiar faces in the second row
Ghost-like with the footlights in their eyes
But where or when we met like this last time I just don't know
It's like a chord that rings and never dies
For infinity

And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes
Are waiting around for someone to call their names
They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressing-rooms
And vanish to specks of light in the picture-frames
But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago
In some play in Paris or Madrid?
And was I there among them then, in some travelling show
And is it all still locked inside my head
For infinity

And some of you are harmonies to all the notes I play
Although we may not meet still you know me well
While others talk in secret keys and transpose all I say
And nothing I do or try can get through the spell
So one more time we'll dim the lights and ring the curtain up
And play again like all the times before
But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds
Of laughter like the waves upon the shores
Of infinity

Good stuff, good stuff....How about:

"...Far away accross the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells."

I always likes that.

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Originally Posted by bobsticks

I was listening to some Ray today and this one always gets me. So, yeah, I know it's been posted in other threads before. Eat my shorts.

[I]Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain
Lately my hands they don't feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust and blind
Held you in my arms one time
Lost you just the same...

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And you just keep on posting it. It's a beauty and one of my faves also.

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Originally Posted by Auricauricle

Good stuff, good stuff....How about:

"...Far away accross the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells."

I always likes that.

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Count Roger Waters as another one of my favorite lyricists.