The Lyrics Thread-Part III

Give me Love (Give me Peace on Earth)
George Harrisson

Give me love, give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light, give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope, help me cope
With this heavy load
Trying to touch and reach
You with heart and soul

O, my Lord…
Please, take hold of my hand
That I might understand you
Won’t you please, oh won’t you

Give me love, give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light, give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope, help me cope
With this heavy load
Trying to touch and reach
You with heart and soul

O, my Lord…
Please, take hold of my hand
That I might understand you

Tempus Fugit
By Machinae Supremacy

Silent like a tomb
the city reaches for the sky
I’m left alone here
and I can’t remember why
Lying on a rooftop
in a vast garden of concrete
The silence echoes in the streets

See as my eyes stray to pan
across the barren surface
as monolithic structures
tower through the silence
All of man’s creations
left abandoned without purpose
I am alone yet feel its malice

And while the clear blue mid-day air
is feeling slightly awkward
as shafts of sunlight
stray across my field of view

I find new perspective
as tomorrow turns today
and in the sky I see
a soaring bird of prey
staring at the trees
I see them all begin to sway
I sense a storm is coming my way

And while the clear blue mid-day air
is feeling slightly awkward
as shafts of sunlight
stray across my field of view

I can barely see as
the sky erupts in light
hell falls all around me,
then suddenly, it’s night…

Silent like a tomb
the city reaches for the sky
I’m left alone here
and I can’t remember why
Lying on a rooftop
in a vast garden of concrete
The silence echoes in the streets

And while the clear blue mid-day air
is feeling slightly awkward
as shafts of sunlight
stray across my field of view

Then without a whisper
the atmosphere is torn
Instinct is screaming
for shelter from the storm
I can barely see as the sky erupts in light
hell falls all around me,
then suddenly, it’s night…

(Quite, err, alternative music - but you can listen it here if that doesn’t scare you :wink: )

Regina Spektor
On the Radio

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep

And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some words
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo’s really long
But it’s a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep…

This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo’s awful long
But it’s a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio

This is THE most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. I strongly recomend downloading it, as the lyrics are great, but the instrumentation completes it.

Emily, by Joanna Newsom, from the album Ys

The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?

There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below

We’ve seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
From that snow in the night time
Just going
And going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning
In the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I have been

And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever,
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky’d been breathing on a mirror

Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december
I promised you I‘d set them to verse so I’d always remember

That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I’m in
Threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was happening

The lines are fadin’ in my kingdom
Though I have never known the way to border 'em in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
The talk in town’s becoming downright sickening

In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
I’ve seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the night time
Gone healthy
Gone healthy all of a sudden
In search of the midwife
Who could help me
Who could help me
Help me find my way back in
There are worries where I’ve been

Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don’t be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper
Emily, they’ll follow your lead by the letter
And I make this claim, and I’m not ashamed to say I know you better
What they’ve seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

Let us go! Though we know it’s a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with
Hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow

And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
Come on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines

Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and listen -
Loving him, we move within his borders:
Just asterisms in the stars’ set order

We could stand for a century
Starin’
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
Joy
Landlocked
In bodies that don’t keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Till we don’t be
Told; take this
Eat this

Told, the meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

Nine Inch Nails

Sunspots
[color=red]Sunspots cast a glare in my eye
Sometimes I forget I’m alive
I feel it coming and I’ve gotta get out of its way
I hear it calling and I come 'cause I can’t disobey
I should not listen and I shouldn’t listen
But I do
Yes I do

[Chorus]
She turns me on
She makes me real
I have to apologize
For the way I feel

My life, it seems has taken a turn
Why in the name of god would I ever want to return
Peel off our skin we’re gonna burn what we were to the ground
Fuck in the fire and we’ll spread the ashes around
I wanna kill away the rest of what’s left and I do
Yes I do

[Chorus]
And nothing can stop me now
There is nothing to fear
And everything I’d ever want
Is inside a tear

Now I just stare into the sun
And I see everything I’ve done
I think I could’ve been someone
But I cannot stop what has begun
When everything is said and done
And there is nowhere left to run
I think I could have been someone
Now I just stare into the sun [/color]

Left Me for Dead
by Rob Dougan [Classic+Trip Hop] // Bluesy

You didn’t stop to look round,
You were gone before I hit the ground
You went on your way and no prayer was said
Ah, you left me for dead

You didn’t cover my face
I didn’t merit a communal grave
You set me aside and no tears were shed
Ah you left me for dead

[i]And I say I wont stop, no, till hell is your home
Theres nowhere to hide, no, nowhere:
You’ll feel the cold of my gun at your head
Ah, you left me for dead

And its not like you stayed by my side or you called me a priest
You searched through my mouth to check for gold teeth
You were pawning my shoes as I bled
You left me for (left me for, left me for) dead[/i]

You kept on taking your time
Until it was certain I could not survive
Judas remained, you turned and fled
Ah, you left me for dead

And it didn’t trouble your mind
It did not disturb you to see me decline
You turned out my lights, you put me to bed
Ah, you left me for dead

[i]And I say that I won’t rest my head until Hell is your home
You’ll think that you’re safe, but oh no:
You’ll feel the cold of my gun hit your head
Ah, you left me for dead

And you didn’t stay close to me, didn’t stay by my side
I was choking in blood as delight filled your eyes
You’ll burn for each word that was said
Cause you left me for (left me for, left me for) dead[/i]

(But I don’t want to search no more
Theres nowhere to hide
So why don’t you come quietly, my love
I wanted to say, to say that you sure proved the death of me
Cause now I’ve reached a dead end
And I cant go back
But if I’m going down then you’ll come with me!)

Cause you didn’t stop to look round
You were gone before I hit the ground
You went on your way and no prayer was said
Ah, you left me for dead

Cause you didn’t cover my face
I didn’t merit a communal grave
You set me aside and no tears were shed
Ah you left me for dead

[Half intelligible chant follows.]

I know, I know, the song has a rather violent theme… :tongue: But wow, this song and its album, Furious Angels, are a musical finding, a treasure really. Rob Dougan, a DJ who hates Disco, made a CD which, whilst not conceptual, resembles a Greek comedy: an awesome prelude followed by a terrible fall until track 9, at which the listeners themselves feel kind of destroyed so powerful is the content of the music, and then a rise until an (arguably) optimistic, happy ending. The styles mixes the hip–hop, bluesy lyrics of Trip Hop, together with its instrumentals, beat and effects, with the structure and harmonics of Classical music. It’s revolutionary in terms of music, a masterpiece.

Silver Machine … Hawkwind

[i] I just took a ride in a Silver Machine
And I’m still feeling mean

Do you want to ride
See yourself going by
Other side of the sky
Well I got a silver machine

I’ve got a Silver Machine…

It flies
Sideways through time
It’s an electric line
To your Zodiac sign

It flies out of a dream
It’s antiseptically clean
You’re gonna know where I’ve been

I’ve got a Silver Machine…
[/i]

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’,
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’,
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’,
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Mr Bojangles- Billy Joel

Knew a man bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe

He jumped so high
He jumped so high
And hed lightly touched down

Mr bojangles mr bojangles mr bojangles dance

Met him in a cell
New Orleans he was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he
He spoke right out

He talked about life
He talked of life
He lightly slapped his leg instead

He said the name bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants and took a stance
And he jumped so high

He clicked his heels
And he let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Shook his clothes all around

Mr bojangles mr bojangles mr bojangles dance

We danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
We spoke in tears of fifteen years
How his dog and him

They travelled about
The dog up and died
He up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

They said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
Cause I drinks a bit

And he shook his head now
He shook his head
And I heard someone ask please

Mr bojangles mr bojangles hey mr bojangles dance

:sad: sniff… this song really gets to me!

Memories- Within Temptation

[Whisper] Memories, memories, memories

In this world you tried
Not leaving me alone behind
There’s no other way
I’ll pray to the gods: let him stay

The memories ease the pain inside
Now I know why

[Chorus:]
All of my memories
Keep you near
In silent moments
Imagine you’d be here
All of my memories
Keep you near
The silent whispers, silent tears

Made me promise I’d try
To find my way back in this life
I hope there is away
To give me a sign you’re okay
Reminds me again
It’s worth it all
So I can go home

[Chorus]

Together in all these memories
I see your smile
All the memories I hold dear
Darling you know I love you till the end of time

[Chorus]

Nile

Chapter Of Obeisance Before Giving Breath To The Inert One In The Presence Of The Cresent Shaped Horns (that’s the title)

Khensu Neter Hetef.
Who Possesseth Absolute Dominion over the Evil Spirits that Infest the Earth and Sky.
He of the Silence of the Moon.
Giver of Oracles.
He that Must Forever Wax and Wane.
Thou Art in Union with Thoth.
The Excellent Tehuti of Truth and Time.
Keeper of the Lunar Cycle.
Whose Hands are Able.
Whose Tongue is Mighty in Speech.
Author of the Works of Knowledge.
Writer of the Ancient Wisdom.
Master of the Words of Power.

Obeisance before giving breath to the Inert One
In the presence of the Crescent-Shaped Horns.

Lord of the Two Horns.
God of the Full Moon.
Aah Tehuti.

As it Was for Thoth So Shall it Be for Me.
As it Was for Thoth So Shall it Be for Me.

[Guitar solo]

As it Was for Thoth So Shall it Be for Me.
As it Was for Thoth So Shall it Be for Me.

I am He Who Sendeth Forth Terror into the Domain of Rain and Thunder.
I have Made My Knife to Flourish along with the Knife Which is in the Hand of Thoth.

Lord of the Two Horns,
God of the Full Moon.

I am He Who Calleth Down Curses and Commandeth the Elements unto Darkness.
I Hath Uttered the Hidden Words.
Even unto the Divine Words which Art Written in the Book of Thoth.

Written in the Book of Thoth.

==========
Interesting band, death metal with lyrics often directly from egyptian scrolls.
And even some reenactments for ancient battlesongs and such.

Changes in the Weather by Barefoot
(truly a great band if you like Dispatch you’ll love Barefoot as it is the lead singers side project)

Closing in on happiness
‘Till my thoughts turn the other way
Chasin’ a dream
That spins me out of control
Simplistic intuitions
Free me from the grip of society
Don’t want to live my life
Like it’s some other role

But I feel it in the air
On the highest mountain top
Just want to hold that breath forever
I’m dancing in the clouds
With my feet still on the ground
I couldn’t say a dream could get much better
And then the rain come pouring down
And you wake up to the sound
Of changes in the weather

I close my eyes for a moment
And I’m taken to that timeless zone
I’m feeling lost and helpless
And I see without a breeze
The unobtrusive feelings
Are slowly catching up to me
I wish the wind would bring me someone
So I wasn’t so alone

But I feel it in the waves
As they crash all over me
Just want to float out here forever
With a six-string in my hand
And my feet buried in the sand
I couldn’t say a dream could get much better
And as you watch the sun go down
Well you’ll wake up to the sound
Of changes in the weather

And when the lights have all gone out
Thoughts of the day get tossed about
Images you see become a thought’s reality
And your dreams become the picture
And those pictures fit together
Flashing scenes of highest hopes
The things you can remember
Running towards the water
The silence fills the air
Happiness overcomes you

Till you realize you’re not there
Till you realize you’re not there
Till tou realize you’re not there
Till you realize you’re not there

Oh But I feel it in the air
On the highest mountain top
Just want to hold that breath forever
I’m dancin in the clouds
With my feet still on the ground
I couldn’t say a dream could get much better
And as you watch the sun go down
Well you’ll wake up to the sound
Yeah of changes in the weather

Till you realize you’re not there (x16)
Changes in the weather

Reliant K

More Than Useless

I feel like, I would like
To be somewhere else doing
something that matters
And I’ll admit here, while I sit here
My mind wastes away and my
doubts start to gather

Whats the purpose?
It feels worthless
So unwanted like I’ve
lost all my value
I can’t find it, not in the least bit
and I’m just scared so
scared that I’ll fail you

And sometimes, I think that I’m
not any good at all
And sometimes, I wonder why,
why I’m even here at all

But then, you assure me
I’m a little
more than useless
And when I think that
I can’t do this
You promise me that
I’ll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once

So I say if I can’t
do something significant
I’ll opt to leave most oppor-
tunities wasted
And nothing trivial
that life could give me will
Measure up to what
might have replaced it

Too late look, my date book
Is packed full of days that were
empty and now gone
And I bet, that regret
Will prove to get me to im-
prove in the long run

And sometimes, I think that I’m
not any good at all
And sometimes, I wonder why
why I’m even here at all

But then, you assure me
I’m a little
more than useless
And when I think that
I can’t do this
You promise me that
I’ll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
I’m a little
more than useless
And I never
knew I knew this
Was gonna the day
gonna be the day that I would
do something right
Do something right for once

I notice, I know this
Week is a symbol of
how I use my time
Resent it, I spent it
Convincing myself the
world’s doing just fine
Without me
Doing anything of
any consequence
Without me
Showing any sign of
ever making sense
Of my time, it’s my life
And my right, to use it like I should
Like he would, for the good
Of everything that
I would ever know

I’m a little
more than useless
When I think that
I can’t do this
You promise me that
I’ll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
I’m a little
more than useless
And I never
knew I knew this
Was gonna the day
gonna be the day that I would
do something right
Do something right for once

Come And Get It
The Beatles

If you want it
here it is,
come and get it.
Make your mind up fast.

If you want it
anytime I can give it
but you better hurry
'cos it may not last.

Did I hear you say
that there must be a catch
will you walk away
from a fool and his money

If you want it,
here it is,
come and get it,
but you better hurry
'cos it’s going fast.

If you want it
here it is,
come and get it,
make your mind up fast.

If you want it
anytime I can give it,
but you’d better hurry
'cos it may not last.

Did I hear you say
that there must be a catch
will you walk away
from a fool and his money

Sonny, if you want it,
here it is,
come and get it
but you’d better hurry
'cos it’s going fast.
You’d better hurry
'cos it’s going fast.

Fool and his money.

Sonny, if you want it,
here it is,
come and get it,
but you’d better hurry
'cos it’s going fast,
you’d better hurry
'cos it’s going fast,
you’d better hurry
'cos it’s going fast.

Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad
By Moby

Why does my heart feel so bad ?
Why does my soul feel so bad ?

Repeat a million times.

Marilyn Manson- The Nobodies

today i am dirty, i want to be pretty, tomorrow, i know i’m just dirt
today i am dirty, i want to be pretty, tomorrow, i know i’m just dirt
we are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies when we’re dead
they’ll know just who we are
we are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies when we’re dead
they’ll know just who we are

yesterday i was dirty, wanted to be pretty, i know now that i’m forever dirt
yesterday i was dirty, wanted to be pretty, i know now that i’m forever dirt

we are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies when we’re dead
they’ll know just who we are
we are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies when we’re dead
they’ll know just who we are

some children died the other day, we fed machines and then we prayed
puked up and down in morbid faith, you should have seen the ratings that day

(This song is about the Columbine Massacre. I think that, despite the simple lyrics, it’s one of the most powerful songs on the subject.)

The Legacy - Iron Maiden

  Tell you a thing
  That you ought to know
  Two minutes of your time
  Then on you go

  Tell tale of the men
  All dressed in black
  That most of them
  Not coming back

  Sent off to war
  To play little games
  And on their return
  Can't name no names

  Some strange yellow gas
  Has played with their minds
  Has reddened their eyes
  Removed all the lies

  And strange as it sounds
  Death knows no bounds
  How many get well
  Only time will tell

  Only time will tell

  You lie in your death bed now
  But what did you bring to the table
  Brought us only holy sin
  Utter trust is a deadly thing

  To the prayer of holy peace
  We didn't know what was lying underneath
  So how could we be such fools
  And to think that we thought you the answer

  I can't begin to understand in all the lies
  But on your death bed I can see it in your eyes
  Just as clear as all the sweat upon your brow
  It really makes sense I can see it clearly now

  Tangles up in a web of lies
  Could have been a way to prophesise
  Unaware of the consequence
  Not aware of the secrets that you kept

  Nothing that we could believe
  To reveal the façade of faceless men
  Not a thing that we could foresee
  Now a sign that would tell us the outcome

  You had us all strung out with promises of peace
  But all along your cover plan was to deceive
  Can it put to right now only time will tell
  Your prophecies will send us all to hell as well

  Left to all our golden sons
  All to pick up on the peace
  You could have given all of them
  A little chance... at least

  Take the world to a better place
  Given them all just a little hope
  Just think what a legacy
  You now... will leave


  We seem destined to live in fear
  And some that would say Armageddon is near
  But where there's a life while there's hope
  That man won't self-destruct

  Why can't we treat our fellow men
  With more respect and a shake of their hands
  But anger and loathing is rife
  The death on all sides is becoming a way of life

  We live in an uncertain world
  Fear understanding and ignorance is leading to death
  Only the corpses are left
  For vultures that prey on their bones

  But some are just not wanting peace
  Their whole life is death and misery
  The only thing that they know
  Fight fire with fire, life is cheap

  But if they do stop to think
  That man is teetering right on the brink
  But do you think that they care
  They benefit from death and pain and despair

What It Is
By Mark Knopfler

The drinking dens are spilling out
There’s staggering in the square
There’s lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody’s looking for
Somebody’s arms to fall into

It’s what it is
It’s what it is now

There’s frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
Lights are out in the city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and the sleepless

Cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you

It’s what it is
It’s what it is now

The Garison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghost and the aincient stones
High on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
High on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul

Cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian Blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you

It’s what it is
It’s what it is now
What it is
It’s what it is now now

There’s a chink of light, there’s a burning wick
There’s a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street
I take a walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell

It’s what it is
It’s what it is now
Oh what it is
What it is now now now

I just luuub this song. :love:

Blood Roses
by Tori Amos

blood roses
blood roses
back on the street now
can’t forget the things you never said
on days like these gets me thinking
when chickens get a taste of your meat
chickens get a taste of your meat

you gave him your blood
and your warm little diamond
he likes killing you after your dead
you think i’m a queer
i think you’re a queer
i think you’re a queer
said, i think you’re a queer
and i shaved every place where you been
i shaved every place where you been

god knows i’ve thrown away those graces

the belle of new orleans tried to show me
once how to tango
wrapped around your feet wrapped around like good little roses

blood roses
blood roses
back on the street now
now you’ve cut out the flute
from the throat of the loon
at least when you cry now
he can’t even hear you
when chickens get a taste of your meat
when he sucks you deep
sometimes you’re nothing but meat

-Ater

Garth Brooks

The Thunder Rolls (extended)

Three thirty in the morning,
Not a soul in sight,
The city’s lookin’ like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night.
Raindrops on the windshield,
There’s a storm moving in.
He’s headin’ back from somewhere
That he never should have been.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

Every light is burnin’
In a house across town.
She’s pacin’ by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown.
Askin’ for miracle,
Hopin’ she’s not right,
Prayin’ it’s the weather
That’s kept him out all night.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin’ strikes.
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night,
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls.

She’s waitin’ by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he’s alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin’ flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin’ strikes.
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night,
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls.

(third verse)
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won’t do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She’ll wonder where he’s been

“Minus”
Beck

The last survivor with a boiled crown
Another casualty with a casual frown
The janitor vandals will bark in your face
Juveniles with the piles and paste
It’s a sensation, a bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes with the crutches of force

Don’t be confused when the fuse is up
And you’re taking a leak into your brother’s cup
When the cup is filled, you can run and be killed
In the billion miles and the muscles that build
Radiation, feel the force
Karaoke, vomiting whores

The scouts of zero heed their call
Rubbing in the blindness of them all
With the canker sores and the robot pills
Throwing imbeciles on the window sills
It’s a sensation, a bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes with the crutches of force
Force! Force! Force!