Random Favorite Lyrics

[_Kishkumen]

To John Belushi and the road not taken.

Sundown
Gordon Lightfoot

I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya don't confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs

She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain

I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again

I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans
She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again

[_Kishkumen]

To loving modern life, our abuser.

Anyone Who Knows What Love Is
Irma Thomas

Anyone
Anyone
Anyone
Anyone

You can blame me
Try to shame me
And still I'll care for you
You can run around
Even put me down
Still I'll be there for you

The world
May think I'm foolish
They can't see you
Like I can
Oh but anyone
Who knows what love is
Will understand

Anyone
Anyone
Anyone

I just feel so sorry (anyone)
For the ones
Who pity me
'Cause they just don't know
(Anyone) Oh they don't what happiness love can be
I know
I know to ever let you go
Oh, it's more than I could ever stand
Oh, but anyone
Who knows what love is
Will understand
Oh (anyone) they'll understand
(Anyone) If they try love, they'll understand
(Anyone) Oh, try to understand

[_RockSlider]

AA, Some have been helped

Daddy and the Devil


Daddy and the devil walk side by side
Me and momma, we tried to hide
He couldn’t stay sober if he tried
Daddy and the devil walked side by side

The devil had a hold on daddy’s hand
He never had a straight and narrow plan
Down a dark and deadend road they ran
The devil had a hold on daddy’s hand

[Chorus:]
He took his soul and he took his pride
But the devil still ain’t satisfied
We all cried the day he died
Daddy and the devil walked side by side

Daddy and the devil were the best of friends
We all know that story’s end
But it’s the son who pays for the father’s sins
Daddy and the devil were the best of friends

[Chorus]
Years gone by and I’m a full grown man
It took a lot of living to understand
How a good man falls for the devil’s plans
The devil had a hold on daddy’s hand

[Chorus]

Daddy and the devil walked side by side

[_Kishkumen]

To the poetry of everyday life.

The Soronprfbs - I Love You All

El Madrid it’s nice to see ya, it’s really nice to be here
I love your wall

Stale beer fat f*cked, smoked out cowpoked sequined mountain ladies
I love your wall
Put your arms around me, fiddly digits, itchy britches.
I love you all

I love you all
I love you all
I... Love... You all.

Wash room smell, they could be cleaner, stench of cigarettes and stale urea.
I love you all
Prodigal son waits to return to where the dogs play pool
I love you all

I love you all
I love you all
I... Love... You all

I love you all

I love you all
I love you all
I... Love... You all

I love you all
I love you all (I love you all)
I love you all
I love you all (I love you all)
I love you all
I... Love... You all

[_RockSlider]

Regrets, RIP Chris

Riding for a fall

Last night you told her
That you could never hold her,
'Cause a cowboy's just got to be free

Her heart was breaking
And yours was aching,
But you saddled up and followed your dreams

Coffee on your campfire
Wind through the barbed wire
You huddle close to the flame

Though she's far behind you
The night wind reminds you
It just keeps on whispering her name

You can make a run for the border
Try to hide at the hole in the wall
But don't you know your arms are aching to hold her
And cowboy even though your riding tall
Your riding for a fall

Midnight the moon's up
Hands around your tin cup.
Frost settles in on the sage

The nights gettin' colder
Oh man you're getting older
Tonight you're feeling your age

Why don't you turn back
Just saddle up and back track
You know you'll never find a love quite like hers

And on a cold lonesome evening
What the hell good's your freedom
Don't you think it's time you hung up your spurs

You can make a run for the border
Try to hide at the hole in the wall
Don't ya know your arms are aching to hold her
And cowboy even though your riding tall
You're riding for a fall

Cowboy you're riding for a fall

[_RockSlider]

The root of all evil, betrayal
Willie Nelson and Merl Haggard
Pancho and Lefty

Living on the road my friend,
Was gonna keep you free and clean
And now you wear your skin like iron,
And your breath as hard as kerosene

You weren't your mama's only boy,
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boy,
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel

Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico,
Nobody heard his dying words,
Ah but that's the way it goes

All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

Lefty, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth

The day they laid poor Pancho low,
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go,
There ain't nobody knows

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell,
And Lefty's living in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
And so the story ends we're told

Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do,
And now he's growing old

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose

A few gray Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose

[_RockSlider]

A salute to Viet Nam

John Prine
Sam Stone

Sam Stone came home,
To the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morhpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon,
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.
Well, he played his last request,
While the room smelled just like death,
With an overdose hovering in the air.
But life had lost it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

[_Markk]

Wow Kish, I never took you for a Iris Dement kinda guy...

Here is one of my favorite from her and John Prine (Written by John)

This is a real love song as we age...

[Verse 1: John Prine]
She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby
I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

[Verse 2: Iris Dement]
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
I'm never gonna let him go

[Chorus: Both]
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes

[Verse 3: John Prine]
She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go

[Verse 4: Iris Dement]
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a whacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby
I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

[Chorus: Both]

[Outro: John Prine]
In spite of ourselves

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5axlwCBXC8

[_Markk]

Probably my favorite artist...Don Edwards

Come all you good people wherever you be
I'll sing you a song it's a sad tragedy
Everybody's grabbing for that pie in the sky
And they're cheating each other and I'll tell you why

It's hard times in the country
It's hard times I know
It's hard times in the country
Everywhere that I go

Since cheating and lying's all of the fashion
I believe in my soul it'll ruin the whole nation
We fought and we died for the 'Land of the Free'
Now the 'Home of the Brave' is all laid up with greed

And it's hard times in the country
Hard times I know
It's hard times in the country
Everywhere that I go

Now there's the politicians in Washington D.C.
They've civilized freedom till there ain't nothing free
Liars and thiefs corrupted to the core
I don't know about you I ain't taking it no more

And it's hard times in the country
It's hard times I know
It's hard times in the country
Everywhere that I go

Republicrats and Democans it ain't no surprise
They'll rob you and cheat you right out of your eyes
Left wing or right wing I've got this to say
They're just two wings of the same bird of prey

And it's hard times in the country
It's hard times I know
It's hard times in the country
Everywhere that I go

Now our backs are up against the wall
We must take a stand we have no choice at all
There's nowhere to run and there's nowhere to hide
We must take back our country before America dies

'Cause it's hard times in the country
It's hard, oh Lord ain't it hard
And it's hard times in the country
Everywhere that I go

Now this is a warning and I hope you take heed
You've got to fight for your freedom if you want to live free
God bless America, let the truth sing
Tell 'em all to go to hell and let Freedom Ring!

It's hard times in the country
Lord, oh Lord ain't it hard
It's hard times in the country
Everywhere that I go

It's hard times in the country
It's hard times I know
It's hard times in the country
Everywhere that I go

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77i2bApGwnM

[_Dr. Shades]

This goes out to our sick leader - "twinge-twinge", warning pretty deep stuff follows.

Perfume - Jenny Washington gokigen naname

Meh, that's merely a weak translation into English. The original Japanese spoken lyrics make much more sense.

But in the spirit of this thread, here is a really catchy song--with highly unorthodox lyrics--for when you're in a fighting mood:

ANDREW W.K.: You'd Better Get Ready to Die

This is your time to pay
This is your judgment day
We made a sacrifice,
And now we get to take your life
We shoot without a gun
We'll take on anyone,
It's really nothing new
It's just a thing we like to do

You better get ready to die
You better get ready to kill
You better get ready to run
'Cause here we come
You better get ready to die

Your life is over now
Your life is running out
When your time is at an end
Then it's time to kill again
We cut without a knife
We live in black and white
You're just a parasite
Now close your eyes and say good-night

You better get ready to die
You better get ready to kill
You better get ready to run
'Cause here we come
You better get ready to die

You better get ready to die!
Get ready to die!
You better get ready to die!
Get ready to die!
You better get ready to die!
Get ready to die!

Been a long time comin'
Now you better get runnin'
AND YOU'D BETTER GET READY TO DIE!