Favorite Lyrics

Discussion in 'Music' started by PeacetheGemsbok, May 29, 2007.

  1. Post your favorite lyrics... I'll start.

    A long, long time ago...
    I can still remember
    How that music used to make me smile.
    And I knew if I had my chance
    That I could make those people dance
    And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

    But february made me shiver
    With every paper I’d deliver.
    Bad news on the doorstep;
    I couldn’t take one more step.

    I can’t remember if I cried
    When I read about his widowed bride,
    But something touched me deep inside
    The day the music died.

    So bye-bye, miss american pie.
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Did you write the book of love,
    And do you have faith in God above,
    If the Bible tells you so?
    Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
    Can music save your mortal soul,
    And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

    Well, I know that you’re in love with him
    `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
    You both kicked off your shoes.
    Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

    I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
    With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
    But I knew I was out of luck
    The day the music died.

    I started singin’,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
    And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
    But that’s not how it used to be.
    When the jester sang for the king and queen,
    In a coat he borrowed from james dean
    And a voice that came from you and me,

    Oh, and while the king was looking down,
    The jester stole his thorny crown.
    The courtroom was adjourned;
    No verdict was returned.
    And while lennon read a book of marx,
    The quartet practiced in the park,
    And we sang dirges in the dark
    The day the music died.

    We were singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
    The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
    Eight miles high and falling fast.
    It landed foul on the grass.
    The players tried for a forward pass,
    With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

    Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
    While the sergeants played a marching tune.
    We all got up to dance,
    Oh, but we never got the chance!
    `cause the players tried to take the field;
    The marching band refused to yield.
    Do you recall what was revealed
    The day the music died?

    We started singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Oh, and there we were all in one place,
    A generation lost in space
    With no time left to start again.
    So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
    Jack flash sat on a candlestick
    Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

    Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
    My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
    No angel born in hell
    Could break that satan’s spell.
    And as the flames climbed high into the night
    To light the sacrificial rite,
    I saw satan laughing with delight
    The day the music died

    He was singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    I met a girl who sang the blues
    And I asked her for some happy news,
    But she just smiled and turned away.
    I went down to the sacred store
    Where I’d heard the music years before,
    But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

    And in the streets: the children screamed,
    The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
    But not a word was spoken;
    The church bells all were broken.
    And the three men I admire most:
    The father, son, and the holy ghost,
    They caught the last train for the coast
    The day the music died.

    And they were singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    They were singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
     
  2. Your smile beams like sunlight on a gull's wing
    And the leaves dance and play after you
    Take my hand and hold it as you would a flower
    Take care with my heart, oh darling, she's made of glass

    Your eyes feel like silence resting on me
    And the birds cease to sing when you rise
    Ride easy your fairy stallion you have mounted
    Take care how you ride, my precious, you might fall down

    In the pastel skies a sunset I have wondered
    With my eyes and ears and heart stained to the full
    I know I tasted the essence in the few days
    Take care who you love, my precious, he might not know
     
  3. ImaginePJGR

    ImaginePJGR Member

    those lyrics to American Pie give me chills every time. one of teh greatest songs ever written.

    Some of my favourites:
    Come gather 'round people
    Wherever you roam
    And admit that the waters
    Around you have grown
    And accept it that soon
    You'll be drenched to the bone
    If your time to you
    Is worth savin'
    Then you better start swimmin'
    Or you'll sink like a stone
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come writers and critics
    Who prophesize with your pen
    And keep your eyes wide
    The chance won't come again
    And don't speak too soon
    For the wheel's still in spin
    And there's no tellin' who
    That it's namin'
    For the loser now
    Will be later to win
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come senators, congressmen
    Please heed the call
    Don't stand in the doorway
    Don't block up the hall
    For he that gets hurt
    Will be he who has stalled
    There's a battle outside
    And it is ragin'
    It'll soon shake your windows
    And rattle your walls
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come mothers and fathers
    Throughout the land
    And don't criticize
    What you can't understand
    Your sons and your daughters
    Are beyond your command
    Your old road is
    Rapidly agin'
    Please get out of the new one
    If you can't lend your hand
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    The line it is drawn
    The curse it is cast
    The slow one now
    Will later be fast
    As the present now
    Will later be past
    The order is
    Rapidly fadin'
    And the first one now
    Will later be last
    For the times they are a-changin'.
     
  4. Forget me not

    Forget me not Member

    Sitting in a park in paris, france
    Reading the news and it sure looks bad
    They wont give peace a chance
    That was just a dream some of us had
    Still a lot of lands to see
    But I wouldnt want to stay here
    Its too old and cold and settled in its ways here
    Oh, but california
    California Im coming home
    Im going to see the folks I dig
    Ill even kiss a sunset pig
    California Im coming home

    I met a redneck on a grecian isle
    Who did the goat dance very well
    He gave me back my smile
    But he kept my camera to sell
    Oh the rogue, the red red rogue
    He cooked good omelettes and stews
    And I might have stayed on with him there
    But my heart cried out for you, california
    Oh california Im coming home
    Oh make me feel good rockn roll band
    Im your biggest fan
    California, Im coming home

    Chorus:

    Oh it gets so lonely
    When youre walking
    And the streets are full of strangers
    All the news of home you read
    Just gives you the blues
    Just gives you the blues

    So I bought me a ticket
    I caught a plane to spain
    Went to a party down a red dirt road
    There were lots of pretty people there
    Reading rolling stone, reading vogue
    They said, how long can you hang around?
    I said a week, maybe two,
    Just until my skin turns brown
    Then Im going home to california
    California Im coming home
    Oh will you take me as I am
    Strung out on another man
    California Im coming home

    Chorus:

    Oh it gets so lonely
    When youre walking
    And the streets are full of strangers
    All the news of home you read
    More about the war
    And the bloody changes
    Oh will you take me as l am?
    Will you take me as l am?
    Will you?

    Also:

    She asks me why
    I'm just a hairy guy
    I'm hairy noon and night
    Hair that's a fright
    I'm hairy high and low
    Don't ask me why
    Don't know
    It's not for lack of break
    Like the Grateful Dead
    Darling

    Gimme head with hair
    Long beautiful hair
    Shining, gleaming,
    Streaming, flaxen, waxen

    Give me down to there hair
    Shoulder length or longer
    Here baby, there mama
    Everywhere daddy daddy

    Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
    Flow it, show it
    Long as God can grow it
    My hair

    Let it fly in the breeze
    And get caught in the trees
    Give a home to the fleas in my hair
    A home for fleas
    A hive for bees
    A nest for birds
    There ain't no words
    For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
    Of my...

    Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
    Flow it, show it
    Long as God can grow it
    My hair

    I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
    Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
    Oily, greasy, fleecy
    Shining, gleaming, streaming
    Flaxen, waxen
    Knotted, polka-dotted
    Twisted, beaded, braided
    Powdered, flowered, and confettied
    Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

    Oh say can you see
    My eyes if you can
    Then my hair's too short

    Down to here
    Down to there
    Down to where
    It stops by itself

    They'll be ga ga at the go go
    When they see me in my toga
    My toga made of blond
    Brilliantined
    Biblical hair

    My hair like Jesus wore it
    Hallelujah I adore it
    Hallelujah Mary loved her son
    Why don't my mother love me?

    Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
    Flow it, show it
    Long as God can grow it
    My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
    Flow it, show it
    Long as God can grow it
    My hair

    The first one is by Joni Mitchell called California and the second is from the greatest musical of all time: Hair
     
  5. There are some really good ones on here man. Good thread!
    Here is one of my faves, song is "Hunger Strike" by Temple of the Dog. Inspires me in different ways. It's even better listening to the song. Enjoy!

    "I dont mind stealing bread
    From the mouths of decadence
    But I cant feed on the powerless
    When my cups already overfilled
    But its on the table
    The fire is cooking
    And theyre farming babies
    While the slaves are working
    The blood is on the table
    And their mouths are choking
    But Im growing hungry"
     
  6. i LOVE LOVE LOVE this song.
     

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