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nator Member (Idle past 2197 days) Posts: 12961 From: Ann Arbor Joined: |
Sting
I Burn For You Now that I have found youIn the coolth of your evening smile The shade of your parasol And your love flows through me Though I drink at your pool I burn for you, I burn for You and I are lovers When night time folds around our bed In peace we sleep entwined And your love flows through me Though an ocean soothes my head I burn for you, I burn for Stars will fall from dark skies As ancient rocks are turning Quiet fills the room And your love flows through me Though I lie here so still I burn for you, I burn for you I burn... All This Time
I looked out acrossThe river today I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower Where the seagulls play I saw the sad shire horses walking home In the sodium light I saw two priests on the ferry October geese on a cold winter's night And all this time, the river flowedEndlessly to the sea Two priests came round our house tonightOne young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying To serve the final rite One to learn, one to teach Which way the cold wind blows Fussing and flapping in priestly black Like a murder of crows And all this time, the river flowedEndlessly to the sea If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river And I'd bury the old man, I'd bury him at sea Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earthBetter to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle And as these words were spoken I swore I hear The old man laughing 'What good is a used up world and how could it be Worth having' And all this time the river flowedEndlessly like a silent tear And all this time the river flowed Father, if Jesus exists, Then how come he never lived here The teachers told us, the Romans built this placeThey built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire Garrison town, They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods But the stone gods did not make a sound And their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left Were the stones the workmen found And all this time the river flowedIn the falling light of a northern sun If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river Men go crazy in congregations But they only get better One by one One by one...
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Dan Carroll Inactive Member |
Toss up between two right now:
Masterfade - Andrew Bird Well you sure didn't look like you were having any funWith that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons And when you look up at the sky All you see are zeros All you see are zeros and ones You took my hand and led me down to watch the kewpie doll parade We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade It's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid And I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade Masterfade I coulda played along Masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg But it just takes too long And I just can't remember Which way the east wind blows does it matter? If we're all matter What's it matter does it matter If we're all matter when we're done? When the sky is full of zeros and ones I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain With GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees Your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees If the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7 The junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11 And if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face when they come floating down from the heavens You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid 'Cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade Masterfade I coulda played along The masterfade I coulda played Mah Jongg But it just takes too long And I just can't remember Which way the east wind blows When you're lying on the ground staring up at that inverted compass I mean Christ, who knows? Just strikes me as a very romantic song, full of imagery of vulnerability and excitement.
No Children - The Mountain Goats I hope that our few remaining friendsGive up on trying to save us I hope we come up with a failsafe plot To piss off the dumb few that forgave us I hope the fences we mended Fall down beneath their own weight And I hope we hang on past the last exit I hope it's already too late And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here Someday burns down And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away And I never come back to this town Again in my life I hope I lie And tell everyone you were a good wife And I hope you die I hope we both die I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrowI hope it bleeds all day long Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises We're pretty sure they're all wrong I hope it stays dark forever I hope the worst isn't over And I hope you blink before I do Yeah I hope I never get sober And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can't find one good thing to say And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out You'd stay the hell out of my way I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die The exact opposite reason. The way Darnielle introduces this at concerts is, "If you've never had reason to understand this song, you will. At some point. And you'll be glad you heard it." Edited by Dan Carroll, : formatting
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sidelined Member (Idle past 5936 days) Posts: 3435 From: Edmonton Alberta Canada Joined: |
Father and Son by Cat Stevens
FatherIt's not time to make a change, Just relax, take it easy. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to know. Find a girl, settle down, If you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy. I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,To be calm when you've found something going on. But take your time, think a lot, Why, think of everything you've got. For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not. SonHow can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again. It's always been the same, same old story. From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen. Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go. FatherIt's not time to make a change, Just sit down, take it slowly. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have to go through. Find a girl, settle down, if you want you can marry. Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy. SonAll the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it. If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me. Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go. I first heard this song in the 70's when I was the son and now that I am the father I have learned the truth of the relationships between myself and my Dad and just how much I did not know. This song touches deep in me and the life lesson it contains is priceless. Then there is the song which I think describes the real state of life for most of us and the great accounting it makes of what it means to be human
The Hard Way Every Time Written by - Jim Croce Yeah, I've had my share of broken dreamsAnd more than a couple of falls And in chasin' what I thought were moonbeams I have run into a couple of walls But in looking back at the places I've been The changes that I've left behind I just look at myself to find I've learned the hard way every time 'Cause I've had my share of good intentionsAnd I've made my share of mistakes And I've learned at times it's best to bend 'Cause if you don't well those are the breaks Should have listened to all the things I was told But I was young and too proud at the time Now I look at myself to find I learn the hard way ev'ry time But in looking back at the lessons I've learnedAnd the mountains I wanted to climb I just look at myself to find I've learned the hard way ev'ry time 'Cause I've had my share of broken dreamsAnd more than a couple of falls And in chasin' what I thought were moonbeams I have run into a couple of walls But in looking back at the faces I've been I would sure be the first one to say When I look at myself today Wouldn'ta done it any other way And last but not least the song which ,for most Canadians of my generation, is both a tribute to those who built this country and a reminder to us of the meaning of sacrfice for the greater good.
Canadian Railroad Trilogy
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not runWhen the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun Long before the white man and long before the wheel When the green dark forest was too silent to be real But time has no beginnings and hist'ry has no boundsAs to this verdant country they came from all around They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall And they built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all And when the young man's fancy was turnin' to the springThe railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day And many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay For they looked in the future and what did they seeThey saw an iron road runnin' from sea to the sea Bringin' the goods to a young growin' land All up through the seaports and into their hands Look away said they across this mighty landFrom the eastern shore to the western strand Bring in the workers and bring up the rails We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails Open 'er heart let the life blood flow Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow Bring in the workers and bring up the railsWe're gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails Open 'er heart let the life blood flow Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin'The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping Beyond the dark oceans in a place far away We are the navvies who work upon the railwaySwingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad whiskey Bendin' our old backs 'til the long days are done We are the navvies who work upon the railwaySwingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun Layin' down track and buildin' the bridges Bendin' our old backs 'til the railroad is done So over the mountains and over the plainsInto the muskeg and into the rain Up the St. Lawrence all the way to Gaspe Swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em down Away to the bunkhouse and into the town A dollar a day and a place for my head A drink to the livin' and a toast to the dead Oh the song of the future has been sungAll the battles have been won O'er the mountain tops we stand All the world at our command We have opened up the soil With our teardrops and our toil |
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Jon Inactive Member |
Jimi Hendrix, "Castles Made of Sand" Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace" As she slams the door in his drunken face, And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossipand drool. He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad, What happened to the sweet love you and me had?" Against the door he leans and starts a scene, And his tears fall and burn the garden green. And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually. A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war gamesin the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream thatwhen he grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief. Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, untiltomorrow He would sing his first war song, And fight his first battle, but something went wrong, Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually. There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown, Because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak asound And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decidedto die. She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to herlegs she smiled "You won't hurt me no more." But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY "Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way" And it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going. And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, Eventually
This isn't my favourite of all songs (I don't think I have one), but it is really good. The first two versus are rather obvious I think. A relationship not built on love has fallen. The second, a person with dreams that weren't built on reality has died. I've heard people make an attempt at the third verse... but never heard a decent interpretation of it (except for my own), which is, that without her base (feet/legs) the girl cannot stand, and so has lost all hopes. So, it's like the castles made of sand, which fall into the sea. Then again... maybe it's just some words sung to some pretty nice music. Jon
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mike the wiz Member Posts: 4755 From: u.k Joined: |
I agree with your intepretation of that final bit. I enjoyed that bit most. I like JH music. Not a huge fan but I do like it.
I don't quite get the last line or two.
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Archer Opteryx Member (Idle past 3625 days) Posts: 1811 From: East Asia Joined: |
Jon: without her base (feet/legs) the girl cannot stand, and so has lost all hopes. Yes, and then she is surprised to find hope. The woman's sand castle is her dream of self-destruction. It washes away just as, earlier, unrealistic dreams of love and power washed away. In the first two cases the loss left people broken. The irony in this third case is that someone finds healing. In losing her bitter dream the woman discovers something stronger and more enduring than that sand castle. She finds herself--the thing she didn't value--and the beauty she can now see in the world. She can live. It really didn't have to stop. It just kept on going. . Edited by Archer Opterix, : HTML. Archer All species are transitional.
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Archer Opteryx Member (Idle past 3625 days) Posts: 1811 From: East Asia Joined: |
Here are two songs I enjoy that use the prophetic image of The Heavenly City as a vision for one's own country.
First came this favorite song of English choirs. It alludes to a legend that Christ had made a visit to the British Isles as a young man.
quote: Then, with one eye on Blake, came this rock-gospel vision for America.
quote: Edited by Archer Opterix, : HTML. Archer All species are transitional.
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Minnemooseus Member Posts: 3945 From: Duluth, Minnesota, U.S. (West end of Lake Superior) Joined: Member Rating: 10.0 |
The Heptones - Book of Rules
Isn't it strange how princesses and kings
Sourcein clown-ragged capers in sawdust rings while common people like you and me we'll be builders for eternity each is given a bag of tools a shapeless mass and the book of rules each must make his life as flowing intumbling block on a stepping stone while common people like you and me we'll be builders for eternity each is given a bag of tools a shapeless mass and the book of rules look when the rain has fallen from the skyyou know the sun will be only with us for a while while common people like you and me we'll be builders for eternity each is given a bag of tools a shapeless mass and the book of rules From another page (also some interesting commentary there):
Isn't it strange how princesses and kings Can clown their capers in sawdust rings, just like Poor people like you and me Will be builders for eternity Each is given a bag of tools Shapeless lives and a book of rules Each must make his life as flowing inkTumbling back on a stepping stone, just like Poor people like you and me Will be builders for eternity Each is given a bag of tools Shapeless lives and a book of rules Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow powWa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow And I say small people like you and meWill be builders for eternity Each is given a bag of tools Shapeless lives and a book of rules Look where the rain is fallen from the skyI know the sun will be only missing for awhile And I say small people like you and me Will be builders for eternity Each is given a bag of tools Shapeless lives and a book of rules Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow powWa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow And I say small people like you and meWill be builders for eternity Each is given a bag of tools Shapeless lives and a book of rules Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow powWa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow RealAudio of song Moose Edited by Minnemooseus, : No reason given. Professor, geology, Whatsamatta U Evolution - Changes in the environment, caused by the interactions of the components of the environment. "Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will piss on your computer." - Bruce Graham "The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness." - John Kenneth Galbraith "I know a little about a lot of things, and a lot about a few things, but I'm highly ignorant about everything." - Moose
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