The Random Lyrics Thread!

Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
And I sat down on my couch and cried
Yelling "Oh mama, please help me
Won't you hold my hand"

 

We came down
The rivers and highways
We came down from
Forests and falls
We came down from
Carson and Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you
The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade




Artist: The Doors

Song: Names of The Kingdom

Album: The Doors In Concert CD1

 

So come on, Carmelita, you drank too much and I can see that soon you're gonna need a breath of air. We'll dance across the wheat field, there's a place I know just east of here and it wouldn't take too long to go down there. We'll sleep out on the ground and in the morning when we wake up, we'll leave town.

 

Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain
Lately my hands they don't feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust, I'm blind
Held you in my arms one time
Lost you just the same
Jolene
I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze on my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Still don't know what love means

 

she had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
and i knew without asking she was into the blues

 

If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong with chains upon my feet, you know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free as long as I'm a ghost that you can't see.

If I could read your mind love, what a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel, the kind that drugstores sell.
When you reach the part where the heartaches come, the hero would be me but heroes often fail.
And you won't read that book again because the ending's just too hard to take.
I'd walk away like a movie star who gets burned in a three way script, enter number two.
A movie queen to play the scene of bringing all the good things out in me,
but for now love, let's be real.
I never thought I could feel this way and I've got to say that I just don't get it,
I don't know where we went wrong but the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back.

If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong with chains upon my feet, but stories always end.
And if you read between the lines you'll know that I'm just trying to understand
the feelings that you lack.
I never thought I could feel this way and I've got to say that I just to get it,
I don't know where we went wrong but the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back

 

and its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard rain's a gonna fall.

 

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

 

How does it feeeeeeeeeeeel.....

 

Oh, shite, I already used that one.

 

I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first passport to China
And Jimmy , there's still so much to be done

 

In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been aking all the holes where I have bled
My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"

 

Come monday, it'll be alright. Come Monday I'll be holdin' you tight...

 

There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste

Headin' south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Might and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell.

 

mona, tried to tell me
to stay away from the train line
she said that all the rail road
just drink up your blood like wine

 

set the gear shift to the highest gear of your soul. You got to run like an antelope, out of control...

 

lord knows I shoulda been gone, lord knows I shoulda gone, you got me messin around, got me down on this killin floor

 

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
anything.

Fly on little wing...


***Hehe, that's how I interpret Little Wing, one of my fave Hendrix songs. I know how people can misinterpret his lyrics... but I had to share. This one is absolutely beautiful. I love the slow drag of his voice... the psychedelic wail of his guitar... yeah I'd do him if he was still around. *lol*

 

I want to
I want to be someone else
Or I'll explode
Floating upon the surface
For the birds
The birds

 

Down along the railroad tracks, I ran into my old friend jack...