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I still like Adrian:
"...I took the stairs from my head to my heart
I didn't know they were so far apart
The heart is like a little chapel somewhere,
The pretty lights and the empty chairs
But I'm gonna bring a broom next time
I'll sweep out all the broken strings I find.
She walks me down to my private train
And lays me down in my sleeping car
She keeps my elephant out of the rain
And sees to the care of my vintage cars
She is the blood of my life
Without her I would starve..."
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the lyrics to Subdivisions made quite a splash, back in the day:
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions ---
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions ---
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...
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Good point flyboy. Great songwriting... back in the day.
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We're just old farts, aren't we?
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Each is not my love, moan I for what
I make up hundreds so I know how to make love
There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved
Started to see him, 'till when I married him
To yearn admits you're outside to me
Grow up
I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more
And I have been so naive
All move and try he knew not
And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings
To yearn admits you're outside to me
Grow up
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Old farts never die....They just fade away.
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Hey, anybody know what sticks's talkin 'bout? :sosp:
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Cocteau Twins: Blue Bell Knoll
Sticks, I didn't figure you for the romantic type... or are you trying to head Tex off at the pass and sweep SB off her feet?
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Sounds like word salad t'me....But then again, I'm just an ignorant, old fool.
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Quote:
Originally Posted by nightflier
Cocteau Twins: Blue Bell Knoll
Sticks, I didn't figure you for the romantic type... or are you trying to head Tex off at the pass and sweep SB off her feet?
Twould n'er occur t'me...fair damsel's heart may b'long to the south.
I am the essence of romance though.
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Anybody remember thissun?
Some expression in your eyes
Overtook me by surprise
Where was I?
How was I to know ?
How we can drive to a movie show
When the music is here in my car ?
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They're playing Oh Yeah on the radio.
And so it came to be our song
And so on through all summer long
Day and night drifting on into love.
Driving you home from a movie show
So in tune to the sounds in my car.
There's a band playing on the radio
It's some time since we said goodbye
And now we lead our seperate lives.
But where am I?
Where can I go ?
Driving alone to a movie show
So I turn to the sounds in my car.
There's a band playing on the radio
And it's drowing the sound of my tears.
They're playing Oh Yeah on the radio...
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Roxy Music or Brian Ferry?
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You got it, dude! It's Oh Yeah, from Flesh and Blood....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjcVp...eature=related
(Pretty cheesy lip synch; just listen)
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Here's another controversial one:
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker
Suicide is slow with liqueur
Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tomorrows
Away tomorrows
Evil thoughts and evil doings
Cold, alone you hang in ruins
Thought that you'd escape the reaper
You can't escape the master keeper
'Cos you feel life's unreal, and you're living a lie
Such a shame, who's to blame, and you're wondering why
Then you ask from your cask, is there life after birth
What you saw can mean hell on this earth
Hell on this earth
Now you live inside a bottle
The reaper's travelling at full throttle
It's catching you, but you don't see
The reaper's you, and the reaper is me
Breaking laws, knocking doors
But there's no one at home
Made your bed, rest your head
But you lie there and moan
Where to hide, suicide is the only way out
Don't you know what it's really about
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker
Suicide is slow with liqueur
Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tomorrows
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Quote:
Originally Posted by nightflier
Cocteau Twins: Blue Bell Knoll
Sticks, I didn't figure you for the romantic type... or are you trying to head Tex off at the pass and sweep SB off her feet?
Flier,
Just to be clear, there's no amount of "romance" sticks could use that would ever sweep me off my feet...
My heart belongs to another.
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Quote:
Originally Posted by nightflier
Here's another controversial one:
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker
Suicide is slow with liqueur
Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tomorrows
Away tomorrows
Evil thoughts and evil doings
Cold, alone you hang in ruins
Thought that you'd escape the reaper
You can't escape the master keeper
'Cos you feel life's unreal, and you're living a lie
Such a shame, who's to blame, and you're wondering why
Then you ask from your cask, is there life after birth
What you saw can mean hell on this earth
Hell on this earth
Now you live inside a bottle
The reaper's travelling at full throttle
It's catching you, but you don't see
The reaper's you, and the reaper is me
Breaking laws, knocking doors
But there's no one at home
Made your bed, rest your head
But you lie there and moan
Where to hide, suicide is the only way out
Don't you know what it's really about
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker
Suicide is slow with liqueur
Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tomorrows
Thanks Flier,
I do enjoy some occasional ozzy.
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And the days go by...
Like a strand in the wind...
In the web that is my own...
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin else mattered
He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted...
Something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like shes singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo...
Well I went today... maybe I will go again...
Tomorrow
Yea yea well the music there well it was hauntingly...
Familiar
Well I see you doing...
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet...
And a voice from a choir
And a melody... nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like shes singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
The clouds... never expect it...
When it rains
But the sea changes color...
But the sea...
Does not change
And so... with the slow... graceful flow...
Of age
I went forth... with an age old...
Desire... to please
On the edge of... seventeen
Oooooooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like shes singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Well then suddenly...
There was no one... left standing
In the hall... yeah yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Well I went searchin for an answer...
Up the stairs... and down the hall
Not to find an answer...
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird... singing...
Come away...
Come away...
Come away...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song
Sounds like shes singing...
Ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like shes singing...
Ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
Well I hear you in the morning...
And I hear you...
At nightfall...
Sometimes to be near you...
Is to be unable... to hear you...
My love...
I'm a few years older than you...
My love
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like shes singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Sugar Beats
Flier,
Just to be clear, there's no amount of "romance" sticks could use that would ever sweep me off my feet...
My heart belongs to another.
...nor is there any amount that sticks would try....:ciappa:
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Quote:
Originally Posted by bobsticks
...nor is there any amount that sticks would try....:ciappa:
Good! Happy to hear it!
What I mean is, it may be a little embarrassing for you to get the "shut-down" in front of all the other guys here on AR, especially the ones who hold you in such high esteem.
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Well, all you young ladies
Who dream of tomorrow
While you're a listenin
These words will I say
Cling to today with its joy
And its sorrow
You'll need all your memories
When youth melts away.
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Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I saw
One night wandering in the everglades
I'd one drink but no more
I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move
Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy place
And that is where I fell from grace
Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led
As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals
And I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me
And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them
All had death in their eyes
Lifeless figures they were undead all of them
They had ascended from hell
As I danced with the dead
My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me
Below my undead body
Just danced the circle of dead
Until the time came to reunite us both
My spirit came back down to me
I didn't know if I was alive or dead
As the others all joined in with me
By luck then a skirmish started
And took the attention away from me
When they took their gaze from me
Was the moment that I fled
I ran like hell faster than the wind
But behind I did not glance
One thing that I did not dare
Was to look just straight ahead
When you know that your time has come around
You know you'll be prepared for it
Say your last goodbyes to everyone
Drink and say a prayer for it
When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead
When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead
To this day I guess I'll never know
Just why they let me go
But I'll never go dancing no more
'Til I dance with the dead
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A Rainy Night in Soho
By Shane MacGowan
I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell
I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams
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A little Stevie Nicks, a little Maiden, this thread is going places for a Monday. Audionoob, can't quite place that one, though. What is it?
Here's another one that got the thought police all in a an uproar, although by today's standards, we wonder why...
It was January, 1963
When Johnny came home with a gift for me
He said I bought it for you because I love you
And I bought it for you because it's your birthday, too
He was so very nice, he was so very kind
To think of me at this point in time
I used to think of him, he used think of me
He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw tears were in his eyes
He never meant to hurt me
Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, don't point that gun at me
Can I save my life at any price?
For God's sake won't you listen to me?
And though he was ashamed that he had took a life
Johnny came home with another wife
And he often remembered how it used to be
Before that special occasion, 1963
There was too many ways that you could kill someone
Like in a love affair, when the love is gone
He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw hatred in his eyes
He never meant to hurt me
Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, you keep on using me
Can I change my life for any price?
Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?
He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw hatred in his eyes
But he never meant to hurt me
Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, you keep on using me
Can I change my life for any price?
Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?
I just want you to be mine,
I don't want this world to shine
I don't want this bridge to burn
Oh, Johnny, do you miss me?
I just want to feel for you
I will always feel for you...
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Quote:
Originally Posted by nightflier
A little Stevie Nicks, a little Maiden, this thread is going places for a Monday. Audionoob, can't quite place that one, though. What is it?
That's "Catfish Song" by Townes Van Zandt.
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Loves me some New Order...what a classic double.
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