Lyrically speaking

This just played on the radio - cue dancing round kitchen with bemused Bertrand [cat] in my arms, laughing at the stair-rod rain pelting down outside...

"Fisherman's Blues" - The Waterboys

I wish I was a fisherman
tumbling on the seas
far away from dry land
and its bitter memories
casting out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearing down on me
save the starry sky above
with Light in my head
and you in my arms

I wish I was the brakeman
on a hurtling, fevered train
crashing headlong into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the beating of the sleepers
and the burning of the coal
counting the towns flashing by
in a night that's full of soul
with Light in my head
and you in my arms

I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
that the chains all hung around me
will fall away at last
and on that fine and fateful day
I will take me in my hands
I will ride on the train
I will be the fisherman

I'll merit anything by The Waterboys!

I'll merit anything by The Waterboys!

Me too

Definitely the most popular band in our house at the moment !
On SUnday I must have played "In a Pagan Place" at least 3 times. I love Red Army Blues.

Zaz was so impressed by them when we went to see them in Hammersmith that she went and ordered 2 tickets to see them in St Albans later this month !

Our latest CD arrived yesterday called Cloud of Sound which is a limited edition new CD of unreleased Waterboys songs signed by Mike Scott !

Here's one for Stella!

Tramp The Dirt Down - Elvis Costello




I saw a newspaper picture from a political campaign
A woman was kissing a child
Who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
Face in her hand she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child's lips

Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the lord my soul to save
Oh, I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
Long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear
As black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night
Isn't haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends
The same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just
Squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your head
And dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference
Between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry
With his pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face
As you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say 'thankyou'
Straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms
You haven't got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
Filled with dreams, then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides
Being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now
I pray the lord your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms
And start to weep
I never thought for a moment
That human life could be so cheap
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing
And tramp the dirt down

Happy memories of simpler times, circa late 80s - I know the song is from an earlier period, but it became very significant during that time.

"Follow You Follow Me" - Genesis


Stay with me,
My love I hope you'll always be
Right here by my side if ever I need you
Oh my love

In your arms,
I feel so safe and so secure
Everyday is such a perfect day to spend
Alone with you

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year

With the dark,
Oh I see so very clearly now
All my fears are drifting by me so slowly now
Fading away

I can say
The night is long but you are here
Close at hand, oh I'm better for the smile you give
And while I live

I will follow you will you follow me
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you will you stay with me
Just one single tear in each passing year there will be

[quote="arcademannequin"]Here's one for Stella!

Tramp The Dirt Down - Elvis Costello




Cheers, Paul!!!

God, how I hate that woman and I've never even met her - there are very few people I literally hate [it's a horrible emotion, I try not to give in to it too often] but That Cow really is at the top of My List.... when she said that there was no such thing as Society, that sealed her fate for me and I have loathed and despised her ever since.

Don't give a monkey's about her positive achievements as, for me, they are all cancelled out by her f*ck ups, banning schoolkids' milk [who can forget those dinky milkbottles, that first suck on the straw and the creamy bit on the top - shame on her!] and getting drunk on power [and hairspray probably - that hair never moved a milimetre]

AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

[But really - ta for the clips Paul - excellent!]

Stella

Couldn't see a thread on this topic so forgive me if there is already one going.
What are your Favourite Lyrics and why?
There are a lots that go round in my head but David Bowie / Mott the Hoople.
All The Young Dudes.

"Television man is crazy saying were juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need tv when I got T Rex."

It reminds me of my teenage years when Music was the be all and end all.

Paul McCartney / The Beatles
The end Abbey Road

"And In the end the love you take is equal to the love you make"

It is just sublime.This lyric should be the 11th commandment.
It gives me hope.

Well there are two of mine, let me know some of yours.


Peace.

Couldn't see a thread on this topic so forgive me if there is already one going.

We do. You're forgiven

Fair enough, I somehow managed to not see the thread Lyrically speaking. Wood for trees springs to mind

I heard this on the radio yesterday - an extraordainary song, sung fairly quietly by Lemmy alone [who also wrote the lyrics]; just unbelieveable, really unexpected from Motorhead:


"1916"

16 years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Counting my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Is a long enough life for a soldier,

We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers,

I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names,
And that's how it is for a soldier