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# 1 : Tuesday 3-8-2010 @ 02:38
 
 

What lyrics / lyricists do you rate?

I love maxi jazz from faithless

"If you place a thing into the center of your life
That lacks the power to nourish
It will eventually poison everything that you are
And destroy you

A simple a thing as an idea
Or your perspective on yourself of the world
No one can be the source of your contempt,
It lies within, in the center"

excerpt from liontamer - appears on the album outrospective

this lyric is like a prayer to me

So please, feel free to post something that means something to you

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# 2 : Tuesday 3-8-2010 @ 07:22
 
 
Really great song..
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# 3 : Tuesday 3-8-2010 @ 08:51
 
 
Welcome to Gaire, Beloved.
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# 4 : Wednesday 4-8-2010 @ 23:07
 
 
Milk Milk, Lemonade, around the back, where chocolate’s made

A new Katy Perry song about Tit Milk, Piss, and Poo!


Video Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a8SOQ1Zvws
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# 5 : Wednesday 4-8-2010 @ 23:08
 
 
Dirty bitch
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# 6 : Saturday 7-8-2010 @ 07:23
 
 

the katy perry link? I'm not goin to even dignifiy that with a... erm... :/
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# 7 : Saturday 7-8-2010 @ 13:20
 
 
Hi beloved.

Rufus is great.
(From Poses)
Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
For to smokes the days away into the evenings
All these poses of classical torture
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
I'm drunk and wearing flip-flops on fifth avenue

Once you've fallen from classical virtue
Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you
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# 8 : Saturday 7-8-2010 @ 14:00
 
 
Bright Eyes/Conor Oberst.
One of my favouries is 'Land Locked Blues'.

Video Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqlsVypKIu8


'

If you walk away, I’ll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day
So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way

And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it’s looking this way

And the moon’s laying low in the sky
Forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case
They argue walk this way, no, walk this way

And Laura’s asleep in my bed
As I’m leaving she wakes up and says
“I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
Baby don’t go away, come here”

And there’s kids playing guns in the street
And ones pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say “enough is enough,
If you walk away, I’ll walk away”
And he shot me dead
....'
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# 9 : Saturday 7-8-2010 @ 15:01
 
 

thanks Psylocke, that was a good one. I never heard of bright eyes / Conor Oberst

pretty cool songwriter ;-)
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# 10 : Sunday 8-8-2010 @ 00:19
 
 
From the Master,Leonard Cohen
If it be your will
that I speak no more
and my voice be still
as it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
if it be your will.
If it be your will
that a voice be true
from this broken hill
I will sing to you
if it be your will
to let me sing.
If it be your will
if there is a choice
let the rivers fill
let the hills rejoice
let your mercy spill
on all these burning hearts in hell
if it be your will
to make us well

all your praises they shall ring


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# 11 : Sunday 8-8-2010 @ 00:32
 
 
Someone said :
From the Master,Leonard Cohen
If it be your will
that I speak no more
and my voice be still
as it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
if it be your will.
If it be your will
that a voice be true
from this broken hill
I will sing to you
if it be your will
to let me sing.
If it be your will
if there is a choice
let the rivers fill
let the hills rejoice
let your mercy spill
on all these burning hearts in hell
if it be your will
to make us well

all your praises they shall ring

Beautiful thank you
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# 12 : Sunday 8-8-2010 @ 00:38
 
 
Thank YOU,I had tears in my eyes typing that,it connects with the spirit in a beautiful way.
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# 13 : Sunday 8-8-2010 @ 01:14
 
 
When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease (roy harper)

When the day is done
And the ball has spun
In the umpire's pocket away
And all remains in the groundsman's pains
For the rest of time and a day
There'll be one mad dog and his master
Pushing for four with the spin
On a dusty pitch with two pounds six
Of willow wood in the sun

When an old cricketer leaves the crease
You never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse
Of a twelfth man at silly mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John
With a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee
And it could be the sting in the ale

When the moment comes and the gathering stands
And the clock turns back to reflect
On the years of grace as those footsteps trace
For the last time out of the act
Well this way of life's recollection
The hallowed strip in the haze
The fabled men and the noonday sun
Are much more than just yarns of their days.

When an old cricketer leaves the crease
You never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse
Of a twelfth man at silly mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John
With a new ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee
And it could be the sting in the ale
The sting in the ale
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# 14 : Sunday 8-8-2010 @ 01:30
 
 
Nice one Shane,read that two times,it is heartening to read such great lyrics,Harper is a legend.
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# 15 : Sunday 8-8-2010 @ 01:41
 
 
Nothing compares to you - Prince

It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing ...
I said nothing can take away these blues,
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
went to the doctor guess what he told me
Guess what he told me?
He said, girl, you better have fun
No matter what you do
But he's a fool ...
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you ...

All the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
'Cause nothing compares ...
Nothing compares to you

A rainy day in Soho - Shane Mcgowan

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

The band played Waltzing Matilda - Eric Bogle

When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli

It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again

Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying

Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

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3 very different lyrical types.
The love song/heartbreak
The reminiscing and memories
The story telling
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