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Re: Lyrically speaking

Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:42 pm

Ray Davies at his best. Simple and achingly poignant....

Some Mother's son lies in a field
Someone has killed some Mother's son today
Head blown up by some soldier's gun
While all the mothers stand and wait
Some Mother's son ain't coming home today
Some Mother's son ain't got no grave

Two soldiers fighting in a trench
One soldier glances up to see the sun
And dreams of games he played when he was young
And then his friend calls out his name
It stops his dreams and as he turns his head
A second later he is dead

Some Mother's son lies in a field
Back home they put his picture in the frame
But all dead soldiers look the same
While all the parents stand and wait
To meet their children coming home from school
Some Mother's son is lying dead

Somewhere, someone is crying
Someone is trying to be so brave
But still the world keeps turning
Though all the children have gone away

Some Mother's son lies in a field
But in his Mother's eyes he looks the same
As on the day he went away

They put his picture on the wall
They put flowers in the picture frame
Some Mother's memory remains


(sadly still as relevant as the day it was written, over forty years ago)
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Re: Lyrically speaking

Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:40 pm

Song of Myself - Nightwish, based on the poem of the same name by the wonderous Walt Whitman



The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on it's dead frozen leaves
A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of whitman's and the rude Raving harlequins, gigantic toys
A song of me a song in need Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need Of a pure heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore Is the same old dead boy's song Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angel wing
A midnight flight into Covington woods a princess and a panther by my side
these are territories I live for
I'd still give mtyeverything to love you more

A silent symphony A hollow opus #1, 2, 3
Sometimes the sky is piano black Piano black over cleansing waters
Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door
Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing


I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.
An old man gets naked and kisses a model doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.
I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild eyes. i wish i had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.
An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck. Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone. That makes her even more beautiful.
I see a model's face on a brick wall. A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.

The first thing I ever heard was a wandering Man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of night The heavenly black of sky and sea
It was us Roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's seen before Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe
Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens

I want to travel where life travels, Following it's permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture I would bathe in a world of sensation Love, goodness and simplicity

(while violated and imprisoned by technology)
The thought of my family's graves was the only moment I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite, As I'll never be the man my father is
How can you "just be yourself" When you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel" How could anyone know how another feels?
Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already
Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule There's no fear in a dream
"Is there a village inside this snowflake?" - a child asked me
"What's the colour of our lullaby?"
I've never been so close to truth as then I touched it's silver lining

Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man, yes

Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty

Careless realism costs souls

Ever seen the lord smile?
All the care for the world made beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is, All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder If man will never change
I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all i am Is smoke and mirrors

Still given everything, may i be deserving

And there forever remains the change from G to E minor
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Re: Lyrically speaking

Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:21 am

Really into Foo Fighters just now. So many to choose from but this is a current favourite:

"No Way Back"

Lately, I've been
Livin' in my head
The rest of me is dead,
I dying for truth.

Make me, believe,
No more left and right,
Come on take my side,
I'm fightin' for you,
Fightin' for you.

Pleased to meet you take my hand,
There is no way back from here,
Pleased to meet you say your prayers,
There is no way back from here,
But I don't care,
No way back from here.

Wake me, I'm ready,
Somethin' don't seem right,
I was dreamin',
I was talkin' to you,

Memory, mend me,
Know I've seen my share,
Things I can't repair,
I'm breakin' to you,
I'm breakin' to you.

Pleased to meet you take my hand,
There is no way back from here,
Pleased to meet you say your prayers,
There is no way back from here,
But I don't care,
No way back from, here.

Pleased to meet you say your prayers,
There is no way back from here,
Pleased to meet you say your prayers,
There is no way back from here,
But I don't care,
No way back from, here.

My musical tastes are pretty eclectic - anything from trad. folk to balls out rocking stuff like FFs, AC/DC etc... it's all good.

Re: Lyrically speaking

Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:37 am

"Hell" - Foo Fighters

This state I'm in
A place I've never been
I'm dying to meet you here

Come break this skin
I'll let you sink right in
And show you everything
See you in hell
See you in hell

We'll gather around the fire
And I will lead the choir
Sing Farewell
See you in hell

Come break, my spell
Well down the wishing well
We'll find some time to time to kill

I'll be, right there
The buzz inside your head
The whole electric chair
See you in hell

We'll gather round the fire
And I don't need the choir
Sing farewell
See you in hell

Re: Lyrically speaking

Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:31 am

Pretty much sums up this morning's car journey into work....

"The Unforgiven"


New blood joins this earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules

With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee Unforgiven

They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee Unforgiven

You labeled me
I'll label you

So I dub thee Unforgiven...

Re: Lyrically speaking

Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:57 pm

All These Strangers - Elvis Costello


'Mistreat me darling and I might just disappear'
Upon a freighter running dark out of Algiers
Put tiny grains in children's tears
While taking 25% of all the
Flashbulbs and mementoes
Rolling over your frontiers

I saw my baby talking with another man today
Speaking softly in a confidential way
I saw a shadow pull his glove off
As a bluebird flew over
Life's no pleasure
When you doubt the one you love

Who are all these strangers?

I never will go back again
Go back into the past
For the flood is rising fast
You can break your window and look down
Into a muddy glass
It's mirror or lens to burn....

There was a deal done in Benghazi and Belgrade....
Upon a scimitar or other crooked blade
Ransacks and loots, vacated suits
And pistol points but never shoots,
Army sitting in a locomotive yard
Without their boots

Upstairs your man is painting
Rain out in the street
Imagines woman that he's destined
Still to meet

He's trying sidetrack one to count on
Caught somewhere between
A countess or a courtesan
And it's only love to feign and then it's gone

Who are all these strangers?

He's a privateer as dusk gets near
A brigand after dark
His victim lined with chalk
A corsair, filled with horsehair to the core
Dashed on your eyes of Adamantine
You despised his stripping whine

That little smudger and the mouthpiece that he's with
Using his clause just like a
Practised fingersmith
I dreamed I took his digit prints
And them sewed them on
A villain's hands
Watched him ransom and demand
Until called the flatfoots in

I never will go back
Go back into the past
For the flood is rising fast
You can break your window and look down
Into a muddy glass
It's a mirror or a lens to burn....

Who are all these strangers?

I sat down on a narrow bed
I thought about the things she said

All these strangers

How I wished the night would never end
So tried to stop the days ahead
I'd carve her name down
In the wood
Some small remembrance
If I could

All these strangers
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Re: Lyrically speaking

Sat Apr 14, 2012 7:37 pm

I have always loved the lyric to goldfish and clowns especially the part " Could you see everything I should have been and everything I could be,
What's the difference" just clicked with me
Also the last verse in are "friends" electric? by tubeway army

So I find out your reason
For the phone calls and smiles
And it hurts and I'm lonely
And I should never have tried
And I missed you tonight
So it's time to leave
You see it meant everything to me
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Re: Lyrically speaking

Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:49 am

Just heard an "Unplugged" version of this on 6 Music - absolutely stunning.... :cry:




"Shake It Out" - Florence And the Machine


Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around

All of these questions, such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues drawn
But it's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back :twisted:
So shake him off, oh whoa

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone
It's always darkest before the dawn

Oh whoa, oh whoa...

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa

Re: Lyrically speaking

Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:01 am

This just came on the radio - have always loved this and use the phrase, 'Frankly Mr Shankly', far too often in daily blathering.

The song was requested by a listener who had just quit her job as a Civil Servant - bet she worked for the JobCentre, poor soul. Both Fish and myself know what a 'fab gig' THAT is... and commiserations to everyone else who has worked or continues to work in such grim surroundings... ;)

"Frankly, Mr. Shankly"


Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history

Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly

Fame, fame, fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I rather be famous
Than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day

But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of

Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly

Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
But still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us money



"But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill..."


Hahahah! As one of the 'mentally ill' [I have Manic Depression], that line makes me hoot with laughter...... :lol:

Re: Lyrically speaking

Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:03 pm

Fab lyrics, awesome delivery, stunning yelling by Mr Grohl.... :D

"All My Life" - Foo Fighters


All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my breath
Will I find something in that
So give me just what I need
Another reason to bleed
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down
[repeat]


Will I find a believer
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down
[Repeat]

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
[repeat x8 yelling at very at Top Of Voice]

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down
[Repeat]

Done done and on to the next one
Done I'm done and I'm
On to the next.
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