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Postby outta » Thu Jul 31, 2008 7:15 am

Now that's a scary thought! I can carry a tune in a bucket and write hundreds of songs a year, but, as for singing, I'd put you in :shock:

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"Tell me the truth, you sweet son of a bitch"
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Postby outta » Sun Aug 03, 2008 1:12 am

I’m moving to a calmer state of mind
Above the oceans; where the world is blind
No more black and no more white
No less peace on earth tonight
I’m moving to a calmer state of mind

I’m moving to a clearer state of mind
Above the mountains, where my heart can find
Dreamlike imaginations, quieting the night
Effortless affections, an impressive honest lie
I’m moving to clearer state of mind

Chorus
I’ll meet Jesus in the air
With all the screw-ups I met down here
Fannie and Freddie and Mercury the cat
I'll take DC's painting to hell and back
And meet Jesus in the air
With alll the screw-ups I met down here
Passing the hat to the boys in band
Yeah, I’ll meet Jesus in the air
Jesus, in the air

I’m moving to a freer state of mind
Away from bullshit wrapped up in disguise
No more decisions about what to decide
No less truth to complicate the lies
I’m moving to a freer state of mind

I’m moving to an endless state of mind
Beyond reality, where my free will never dies
Infectious beauty, inspiring words collide
Faithful companions, all the bloodshed set aside
I’m moving to an endless state of mind

Bridge
There’s a countryside surrounding me
There’s one less darker dream
A promised land for all God damned
If God really damned anything
We’re unforgiving, unforgiving
Side by side
So I think I’ll step aside and...

chorus

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Postby Fool On Fire » Mon Aug 04, 2008 12:14 pm

I can't wait to be with you
no, I just can't sit still
are we there yet?
takes me back
I remember
such a magical place...
it was all you

closing in
I hope that you make it
closing in
I hope that you find your way

frame by frame...
red speed ahead
a city dissolving
the thread of your love in the headlights
is it safe now?
will your arms be open?
I'll just have to kiss you
try and stop me

closing in
I hope that you make it
closing in
I hope that you find your way
closing in
it's all that I want in the whole world
closing in
please be mine, please be there

what are you like?
where did you get to?
no word, no nothing
you didn't hold me for any longer
do you want for the fear of love
or don't you believe enough?
well I'll cover both of us again
leave that to me

closing in
I hope that you make it.
closing in
I hope that you find your way
closing in
closing in

-- imogen heap

~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


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Postby Fool On Fire » Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:23 am

little bird, little bird, fly
all around the sky
little bird, little bird
what'd you do yesterday?
I don't know why
but you flew away

little bird, little bird
up in your tree
rest for a while right beside of me
let the leaves fall on down
down to the ground
sing me a song
and you can move along

you've gone and got ashes on your sunglasses
flying too close to the sun...
well it's over and done
but you know you're the only one
little bird, little bird, fly high

-- the everybodyfields

oh, little red bird on my windowsill
been so lonesome shakin' that morning chill
oh, little red bird, open your mouth and say
been so lonesome just about flown away

so long now I've been out in the rain and snow
but winter's come and gone
a little bird told me so

oh, little blue bird, pearly feather breast
five cold nickels are all I got left
oh, little blue bird, what am I gonna do?
five cold nickels ain't gonna see me through

so long now I've been out in the rain and snow
but winter's come and gone
a little bird told me so

oh, little black bird on my wire line
dark as trouble in this heart of mine
oh, little black bird, sing a worried song
dark as trouble now winter's come and gone

so long now I've been out in the rain and snow
but winter's come and gone
a little bird told me so
so long now I've been out in the rain and snow
but winter's come and gone
a little bird told me so

-- gillian welch

songs about birds are my theme today,
~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


...the blues is the roots...everything else is the fruits...
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Postby Fool On Fire » Fri Aug 08, 2008 5:07 pm

I'm having a trashy pop day.

one-two princes kneel before you
that's what I said, now
princes, princes who adore you
just go ahead, now
one has diamonds in his pockets
that sounds great, now
this one said he wants to buy you lockets
ain't in his head, now

this one, he got a princely racket
thats what I said, now
got some big seal upon his jacket
ain't in his head, now
marry him, your father will condone you
how 'bout that, now
marry me, your father will disown you
he'll eat his hat, now

aww, marry him or marry me
I'm the one that loves you, baby, can't you see?
ain't got no future or a family tree
but I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought to be....

I said, if you want to call me baby, just go ahead, now
and if youd like to tell me maybe, just go ahead, now
and if you wanna buy me flowers, just go ahead, now
and if you'd like to talk for hours, just go ahead, now

I said, one-two princes kneel before you
that's what I said, now
princes, princes who adore you
just go ahead, now
one has diamonds in his pockets
that sounds great, now
this one, he wants to buy you lockets
ain't in his head, now

marry him or marry me,
I'm the one that loves you, baby, can't you see?
I ain't got no future or a family tree
but I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought to be....

I said, if you want to call me baby, just go ahead, now
and if you'd like to tell me maybe, just go ahead, now
if you wanna buy me flowers, just go ahead, now
and if youd like to talk for hours, just go ahead, now

-- the spin doctors

It's such a terrible song but I love it so. LMAO.

~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


...the blues is the roots...everything else is the fruits...
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Postby Fool On Fire » Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:52 am

you never really seemed that far away
cuz I could always hear you say "good night"
from my own bedroom
but now the poster's off the wall
and it's just you and them big halls
and all that head room

alone in your own nest
reaching out for rest
so I'm singing you this lullabye...
and I know that you are beautiful
but the years have not been good to you
no, the years have not been good to you

I forget your birthday every year
still I know you're getting older
but I am not younger now than you were then
when I first laid my head upon your shoulder

now the worst of you
gets the best of you with ease
it grows harder every holiday
we are not the way we used to be
and the years have not been good to me
no, the years have not been good to me

I forget every call to say "I love you"
well, I love you like no other
but your children are not children anymore
they need a little more friend
and a little less mother

you could just transmogrify
while I'm singing you this lullabye...
and I know that you'll be beautiful
and the years may yet be good to you
oh, the years may yet be good to you

oh, the years may yet be good to you

-- rockwell church

such a sad little song. I love these guys.

~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


...the blues is the roots...everything else is the fruits...
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Postby Fool On Fire » Fri Aug 29, 2008 4:35 pm

I'm accustomed to a smooth ride
or maybe I'm a dog who's lost his bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep through the night
some people say a lie's a lie's a lie
but I say why
why deny the obvious, child?
why deny the obvious, child?

and in remembering a road sign
I am remembering a girl when I was young
and we said "these songs are true
these days are ours
these tears are free"
and hey
the cross is in the ballpark
the cross is in the ballpark

we had a lot of fun
we had a lot of money
we had a little son
and we thought we'd call him Sonny
Sonny gets married and moves away
Sonny has a baby and bills to pay
Sonny gets sunnier
day by day by day by day

I've been waking up at sunrise
I've been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
some people say the sky is just the sky
but I say
why deny the obvious, child?
why deny the obvious, child?

Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself
how its strange that some rooms are like cages
Sonny's yearbook from high school
is down from the shelf
and he idly thumbs through the pages
some have died
some have fled from themselves
or struggled from here to get there
Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls
runs his hand through his thinning brown hair

well I'm accustomed to a smoother ride
maybe I'm a dog that's lost his bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep the night
some people say a lie is just a lie
but I say the cross is in the ballpark
why deny the obvious, child?

-- paul simon

I'm wearing out my copy of The Rhythm of the Saints,
~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


...the blues is the roots...everything else is the fruits...
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Postby Fool On Fire » Wed Sep 03, 2008 10:16 am

they call it stormy monday
but tuesday's just as bad
yeah, well, they call it stormy monday
but tuesday's just as bad
wednesday's worse
and thursday's oh-so sad

yeah the eagle flies on friday
saturday I go out to play
the eagle flies on Friday
and saturday I go out to play
sunday I go to church
there I kneel down and pray

lord have mercy
lord have mercy on me
lord have mercy
my heart's in misery
crazy about my baby
yes, send her back to me

-- t-bone walker

~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


...the blues is the roots...everything else is the fruits...
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Postby mhwlng » Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:23 am

Artist: Hayes Carll
Song: She Left Me For Jesus
Album: Trouble in Mind

We've been datin' since high school we never once left this town
We use to go out on the weekends and we'd drink til we drowned
But now she's acting funny and I don't understand
I think that she's found her some other man

chorus:

She left me for Jesus and that just ain't fair
She says that he's perfect how could I compare
She says I should find him and I'll know peace at last
If I ever find Jesus I'm kickin his ass

She showed me a picture all I could do was stare
At that freak in his sandals with his long pretty hair
They must think that i'm stupid or I dont have a clue
I'll bet he's a commie or ever worse yet a jew

repeat chorus

She's given up whiskey and ah takin' up wine
While she prays for his troubles she's forgot about mine
I'm a gonna get even I can't handle the shame
Why last time we made love she even called out his name

repeat chorus

It coulda been Carlos or even Billy Ortez
But if I ever find Jesus
He's gonna wish he was dead

amen
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Postby Fool On Fire » Tue Sep 09, 2008 2:44 pm

in honor of all the september babies:

when I wake up
in the morning
pour the coffee
and I read the paper
and I slowly
and so softly
I do the dishes
I feed the fishes
sing a birthday
sing it like it's going to be your last day
like it's hallelujah
don't let it just pass on through you
it's a giant and long cliché
and that's why i want you to sing it anyway
sing me happy birthday
cuz hell, what's it all about

sing me happy birthday
happy birthday
it's gonna be your last day
gonna be your last day

sing me happy birthday
happy birthday
like it's going to be
going to be your last day

-- andrew bird

feliz cumpleanos a todos,
~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


...the blues is the roots...everything else is the fruits...
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Postby mhwlng » Wed Sep 10, 2008 10:45 am

Artist: Mark Erelli
Song: Volunteers (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=921Ipmehrb0)
Album: Delivered

I played with army men as a boy in my backyard
I was18 when I joined the National Guard
I cakewalked basic and they paid for my degree
All for filling up sandbags and clearing storm debris

I had just re-upped at the base in my hometown
But the whole deal changed on the day that the planes went down
Just a casual soldier, 12 weekends a year
I was Baghdad bound when they called up the volunteers

We’d seen more than enough to know that war is hell
But we were thinking that we had it made once the capital fell
We partied in the palace while we waited to withdraw
‘Til things started going south both sides of the wall

First the looting, the suicide bombers and IED’s
Then the prisons, the torture and all those pictures on TV
The kickbacks, the blackouts, the martyrs and the fear
Now everyone in Babylon blames the volunteers

We hit a roadside bomb on a convoy late one night
I was fine but this buddy of mine probably should have died
They radioed a Medevac and I tried to keep him warm
Now he’s back home learning how to feed himself with two new arms

And there are others who suffer from wounds that you can’t see
So they try to forget and go back home to their jobs and their families
Yeah, we got paid, no one made us come over here
But it ain’t close to an even trade for the volunteers

Maybe we’ll all be judged by history and God
Maybe the best way to honor the departed is to finish the job
But while they argue who’s winning, and whether we should go or stay
Over here it’s a victory just to make it through another day

Me I’m long past making any sense of the blood I’ve spilled
It’s hard to believe all this is part of any God’s will
And if you find I’ve fallen after all the smoke has cleared
Let the record show
I volunteered

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summertime rolls, jane's adxn

Postby Gretzky » Wed Sep 10, 2008 11:21 pm

fell into
a sea of grass
and disappeared among
the shady blades...
children all
ran over me
screaming tag!
you are the one!

he trips her as
her sandals fail
she says stop!
i'm a girl...
whose fingernails are made
of mother's pearl...
yellow buttercup
helicopters
orange buttercat
chasing after
the crazy bee
mad about somebody...

me and my girlfriend
don't wear no shoes
her nose is painted pepper
sunlight...
she loves me
i mean it's serious
as serious can be...

she sings a song and
i listen to what it says:
if you want a friend
feed any animal...
there was so much space
i cut me a piece
with some fine wine
it brought peace to my mind
in the summertime...
and it rolled
summer.... oh...
oh.... the summertime rolls
step up and bless the mic
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Postby Turk » Fri Sep 12, 2008 10:17 pm

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

sweet surrender
is all that i have to give

you take me in
no questions asked
you strip away the ugliness
that surrounds me
(who are you)

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
(who are you)

sweet surrender
is all that i have to give
(who are you)
sweet surrender
is all that i have to give

i don't understand
by the touch of your hand
i would be the one to fall

i miss the little things
i miss everything about you

it doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life i left behind me
is a cold room
(who are you)

sweet surrender
is all that have to give
(who are you)
and sweet surrender
is all that i have to give


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Postby Our Kid » Mon Sep 15, 2008 9:16 pm

Summertime Rolls, I giggled when I saw that on here. Good timing, what with the pot thread and all...

So I have had this song going through my head for days.



Galveston, oh Galveston
I still hear your sea winds blowing
I still see her dark eyes glowing
She was 21 when I left Galveston

Galveston, oh Galveston
I still hear your sea waves crashing
while I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by the water
Standing there lookin' out to sea
And is she waiting there for me
on the beach where we used to run?

Galveston, oh Galveston
I am so afraid of dying
before I dry the tears she's crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
at Galveston

At Galveston


First off, mad props to Jimmy Webb. No amount of awards, enshrinements or accolades heaped at the feet of the man will ever be enough, for me. As formidable a tunesmith as there ever was.



In it's day "Galveston" was a sly protest song, I suppose. Or maybe just a song about longing and fear and loss with war as a backdrop. I have always marveled at the "I clean my gun and..." line. Such a simple line with such weight when taken in context, for me. And yet these sentiments are wrapped up in a beautiful and perhaps even hopeful melody and sound. I hear the whole package in my headphones as I type this and it takes on a whole new weight in light of the recent events in The Gulf.

Today, as the last damp gasps of Ike shimmer out of here and leave some of us flooded and powerless up here in The Mitten, I can't even begin to comprehend or understand the devastation strewn across much of the south where the bastard really shook it. Thoughts to all who now struggle to recover from the real storm.

Let There Be Love,

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Postby marybeth » Tue Sep 16, 2008 12:53 am

Thanks for posting that Tim. Until I just read the words now I never got the anti-war message in there! Of course I was just a little girl when it came out. :wink: What a great song.
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