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this is the NOT SILLY OR TRITE THREAD
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About Eowyn, Does anyone know what her alias Dernhelm means? She was kown as dernhelm because of her exclaimation when she realized that the rider's headgear was heavy and obscured her sight. 'Dern Helm" Culled from Entmoot From Kirinski 57 and Wayfarer. |
08-01-2002, 01:01 AM | #82 |
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Delete, doesn't fit AE's definition of serious. I'll find a sledge hammer and come back
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08-01-2002, 01:09 AM | #83 |
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So we won't get this thread closed by going of topic why don't you guy and gals start a silly lyrics thread
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About Eowyn, Does anyone know what her alias Dernhelm means? She was kown as dernhelm because of her exclaimation when she realized that the rider's headgear was heavy and obscured her sight. 'Dern Helm" Culled from Entmoot From Kirinski 57 and Wayfarer. Last edited by afro-elf : 08-01-2002 at 01:10 AM. |
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08-01-2002, 07:46 AM | #85 |
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Talking of taking me back, I must dig out my old Kate Bush albums some day soon...
"Army Dreamers" by Kate Bush Our little Army Boy, Is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers To decorate a mammy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, The weather warmer, he is colder, Four men in uniform to carry home My little soldier. Chorus What could he do? Should have been a rock star. But he didn't have the money for a guitar. What could he do? Should have been a politician, But he never had a proper education. What could he do? Should have been a father, But he didn't even make it to his twenties. What a waste, Army Dreamers. Tears o'er a tin box. Oh Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know, Like a chicken with a fox, He cannot win the war with ego. Give the kid the pick of pips, And give him all your stripes and ribbons, Now he's sitting in his hole, He might as well have buttons and bows. Chorus
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08-01-2002, 07:48 AM | #86 |
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Silly? What's silly.........I was serious.
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08-01-2002, 02:29 PM | #87 |
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In an effort to redeem myself........I've selected a sledge hammer by the name of Bruce Springsteen, New Jersey's gift to women like me!!!
It's hard to be a Saint in the City I had skin like leather and the diamond hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat When I strut down the street I could hear it's heartbeat The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty" The cripple on the corner cried out "nickels for your pity" Them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the begger's bash I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy on the street And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold just by a thread But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street And them south side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity" And them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city. Last edited by Lizra : 08-01-2002 at 02:46 PM. |
08-03-2002, 01:44 AM | #88 |
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She's Leaving Home - The Beatles
Wednesday morning at five oclock as the day begins; Silently closing her bedroom door, leaving the note that she hopes will say more. She goes downstairs into the kitchen clutching her handkerchief. Quietly turning the back door key, stepping outside she is free. She (We gave her most of our lives) Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives) Home. (We gave her everything money could buy) She's leaving home after living alone for so many year. (Bye, bye) Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown. Reading the letter that's lieing there, Standing alone at the top of the stairs. She breaks down and crys to her husband, 'Daddy, our baby's gone. How could she treat us so thoughtlessly? How could she do this to me?' She (We never thought of ourselves) Is leaving (never thought for ourselves) Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by) She's leaving home after living alone for so many years (bye, bye) Friday morning at 9 oclock she is far away. Rushing to keep the appointment she made Meeting a man from the motor trade. She (What did we do that was wrong?) Is having (we didn't know it was wrong) Fun (fun is the one thing that money can't buy) Something inside that was always denied for so many years. She is leaving home. Bye. Bye. AE: Nice thread, it's a nice thread to read at the insomniac hours of the morning (seriously, no sarcasm intended) |
09-24-2002, 06:55 AM | #89 |
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Thought I'd revive this thread having seen a version of this song on an Old Grey Whistle Test retrospective. A beautifully subtle anti-war song.
Shipbuilding by Elvis Costello Is it worth it A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children Soon we'll be shipbuilding Well I ask you The boy said 'DAD THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO TASK BUT I'LL BE BACK BY CHRISTMAS' It's just a rumour that was spread around town Somebody said that someone got filled in For saying that people get killed in The result of this shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards And notifying the next of kin Once again It's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD DIVING FOR DEAR LIFE WHEN WE COULD BE DIVING FOR PEARLS
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10-01-2002, 11:48 AM | #90 |
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"Bring Him Home" From Les Miserables
God on high, hear my prayer In my need, you have always been there He is young, he's afraid Let him rest, heaven blessed Bring him home, Bring him home, Bring him home He's like the son i might have known If God had granted me a son The summers die one by one How soon they fly on and on And I am old and will be gone Bring him peace, bring him joy, He is young, he is only a boy You can take, you can give Let him be, let him live If I die, let me die Let him live Bring him home Bring him home Bring...him...home
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10-29-2002, 03:10 PM | #91 |
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Yes it's Les Mis again but it's a cool song!
Do You Hear The People Sing? Do you hear the people sing Singing the song of angry men It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again When the beating of you heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see? Then join in the fight That will give you the right to be free Do you hear the people sing Singing the song of angry men It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again When the beating of you heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes Will you give all you can give So that our banner may advance Some will fall and some will live Who will come up and take their chance The blood of the martyrs Shall water the meadows of France Do you hear the people sing Singing the song of angry men It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again When the beating of you heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes
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11-03-2002, 12:45 AM | #92 |
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Frank Sinatra - I left my heart in San Francisco
The loveliness of Paris Seems someshow sadly gay. The glory that was Rome Is of another day. I've been terribly alone And forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home To my city by the bay. I left my heart In San Francisco High on the hill It calls to me. To be where little cables cars Climb halfaway to the stars! The morning fog may chill the air. I don't care! My love waits there in San Francisco Above the blue and windy sea. When I come home to you San Francisco Your golden sun will shine for me! I left my heart
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Frank Sinatra - My Funny Valentine My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine, you make me smile with my heart. Your looks are laughable, unphotographable. Yet, you´re my fav´rite work of art. Is your figure less than Greek ? Is your mouth a little weak ? When you open it to speak, are you smart ? But don´t change on hair for me, not if you care for me. Stay little Valentine, stay ! Each day is Valentine´s day. Is your figure less than Greek ? Is your mouth a little wek ? When you open it to speak, are you smart ? But please, don´t change on hair for me, not if you care for me. Stay little Valentine, stay ! Each day is Valentine´s day.
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11-03-2002, 10:22 PM | #94 |
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Sarah McLachlan (sp) - Adia
Adia I do believe I failed you. Adia I know I've let you Don't you know I tried so hard to love you in my way? It's easy let it go... Adia I'm emp-ty since you left me, Trying to find a way to car-ry on. I search myself and ev-eryone to see where we went wrong. There's no one left to fin-ger, there's no one here to blame; there's no one left to talk to, honey and there ain't no one to buy our innocence. 'Cause we are born innocent. Believe me Adia, we are still innocent. It's easy, we all fal-ter. And does it matter? (Same as above) Adia I thought that we could make it but I know I can't change the way you feel I leave you with your misery a friend who won't betray I pull you from your tower I take away your pain and show you all the beauty you possess if you'd only let yourself believe that we are born innocent. Believe me Adia, we are still innocent it's easy, we all falter. And does it matter? (interlude) 'cause we are born inno-cent. Believe me, Adia we are still innocent.It'seasy, we all fal-ter ... but does it matter? (chorus) (same as above) (ending) But does it matter?
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Sarah McLachlan - Building a Mystery
Building A Mystery You come out at night That's when the energy comes And the dark side's light And the vampires roam You strut your rasta wear And your suicide poem And a cross from a faith that died Before Jesus came You're building a mystery You live in a church Where you sleep with voodoo dolls And you won't give up the search For the ghosts in the halls You wear sandals in the snow And a smile that won't wash away Can you look out the window Without your shadow getting in the way? You're so beautiful With an edge and charm but so careful When I'm in your arms (chorus) Cause you're working Building a mystery Holding on and holding it in Yeah you're working Building a mystery And choosing so carefully You woke up screaming aloud A prayer from your secret god You feed off our fears And hold back your tears, oh Give us a tantrum And a know it all grin Just when we need one When the evening's thin You're a beautiful A beautiful ****ed up man You're setting up your Razor wire shrine chorus x 3
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Sarah McLachlan - Sweet Surrender
It doesn't mean much it doesn't mean anything at all the life I've left behind me is a cold room I've crossed the last line from where I can't return where every step I took in faith betrayed me and led me from my home And sweet sweet surrender is all that I have to give You take me in no questions asked you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me are you an angel am I already that gone I only hope that I won't disappoint you when I'm down here on my knees And sweet sweet sweet surrender is all that I have to give Sweet sweet sweet surrender is all that I have to give And I don't understand by the touch of your hand I would be the one to fall I miss the little things oh I miss everything It doesn't mean much it doesn't mean anything at all the life I left behind me is a cold room. I guess you can tell I like Sarah McLachlan eh?
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"When the Tigers Broke Free" by Pink Floyd (from the film version of The Wall but not on the original album)
It was just before dawn One miserable morning in black 'forty four. When the forward commander Was told to sit tight When he asked that his men be withdrawn. And the Generals gave thanks As the other ranks held back The enemy tanks for a while. And the Anzio bridgehead Was held for the price Of a few hundred ordinary lives. And old King George Sent Mother a note When he heard that father was gone. It was, I recall, In the form of a scroll, With gold leaf and all. And I found it one day In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. And my eyes still grow damp to remember His Majesty signed With his own rubber stamp. It was dark all around. There was frost in the ground When the tigers broke free. And no one survived From the Royal Fusiliers Company C. They were all left behind, Most of them dead, The rest of them dying. And that's how the High Command Took my daddy from me.
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The Crest by The Men They Couldn't Hang (a folk-rock song)
When your eyes behold this letter, Ill be deep within my grave I've nothing left to give you, but for one last thing I've saved In the corner of the cellar look inside the iron chest Bearing seven silver medals there lies wrapped a wooden crest From the father to the son Like a bullet from a gun Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one The name on the last medal is a man I never knew Though I bore his name and nature and his conscience as I grew When they shipped him back from Passchendaele it was raining in his head Not caused by any bullet but by the faces of the dead From the father to the son Like a bullet from a gun Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one When the boys came home from Dunkirk Beach, the crest came down to me And I served as stretcher bearer up the back of Italy But I didn't slow a bullet or blow any flesh apart My medal was a red cross that was strapped across my heart From the father to the son Like a bullet from a gun Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one Many decades later I have seen the bounty drop We scattered those generations now we reap a ruined crop The brains, the brawn, the beauty each in turn were sacrificed And marked up with a plain cross like the suffering Jesus Christ From the father to the son Like a bullet from a gun Seven silver cases hammered on a wooden one From the father to the son Like a bullet from a gun Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one I wish that I could give you something fine and something proud A history of stuggle to emancipate the crowd But all I give's a blessing take the shield down to the sea Sacrifice tradition and save your family From the father to the son Like a bullet from a gun Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one |
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more from the same band
Bounty Hunter I stand as a witness to a jury and judge And for all my sins I will answer My name you'll know my trade you'll see I am the Bounty Hunter I as no friendship, I seek no badge I always travel alone I take no partners, lose no friends l keep my Christian name unknown My weapons are guns and cunning and speed My prize is the colour of green And if my service is easily bought My faith has never been Dead or alive I carry them in The cowardly and the silent For seeking bounty belonging to you The rope delivers a judgement My weapons are guns and cunning and speed My prize is the colour of green And if my service is easily bought My faith has never been Spirit breaking, widow making Bounty hunter Mine is the chase and the luck of the draw Yours is the iron hand of the state Yours is the book, the bell and the rope Mine is the Gamblers fate Debt-collecting sin-inspecting bounty hunter Never failing devil trailing bounty hunter I stand as a witness to a jury and judge And for all my sins I will answer My name you know, my trade you'll see I am the Bounty Hunter My weapons are guns and cunning and speed My prize is the colour of green If my service is easily bought My faith has never been Debt-collecting sin-inspecting bounty hunter Never failing devil trailing bounty hunter |
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