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Last one, I promise(at least for now!) Same band, same album...Graceful & Charming


Fancy brings a thought to me of a flower so bright and fair,
Grance and beauty, both combine to make that far more rare
Like a maiden that I know who shared my happy life,
Where we parted, when she whispered, "You'll forget-me-not".

She's graceful and she's charming like the lillies in the pond
Time is flowing swiftly by, of her I am so fond,
The roses and the daisies they bloom around the spot
Where we parted, when she whispered, "You'll forget-me-not".

We met I really don't know where, I guess it's all the same
Love grows in a village green as well as in a lane
I gently took her by the hand and a glance at me she shot,
She dropped a flower, I picked it up, it was a sweet forget-me-not.

She's graceful and she's charming like the lillies in the pond
Time is flowing swiftly by, of her I am so fond,
The roses and the daisies they bloom around the spot
Where we parted, when she whispered, "You'll forget-me-not".

And then there came a happy time when something that I said
Caused her lips to murmur "yes", shortly we were wed.
Now there's a cottage by a lane and a tiny garden spot
There grows a flower, I know it well, it's the sweet forget-me-not.

She's graceful and she's charming like the lillies in the pond
Time is flowing swiftly by, of her I am so fond,
The roses and the daisies they bloom around the spot
Where we parted, when she whispered, "You'll forget-me-not,
You'll forget me not".

Desperados - "My Gun And Me"

you pave the way for my robbing leech
there are no bounds and the souls are free
when rivers run backwards and the time stands still
you'll stand in my path than you will see

all I need is just ten foot ground
and no emotion can stop the sound
of aggressions that leave you alone to your blood
evocation of everlasting brotherhood...

I'm tired of your slan-derous mockery
you're just a traitor without daredevilry
I have to face the man who wanna take my life
you know that I'm prepared for the fight

hey ho, the final row
mournful fatal misery
hey ho, the final row
with my gun and me

all I need is just ten foot ground
and no emotion can stop the sound
of aggressions that leave you alone to your blood
evacation of everlasting brotherhood...

you see the tension in my staring eyes
look at my hand that's leap and strike
don't wait to long and stop to breathe
cause heaven awaits that somebody decease

all I need is just ten foot ground
and no emotion can stop the sound
of aggressions that leave you alone to your blood
evocation of everlasting brotherhood...

hey ho, the final row
mournful fatal misery
hey ho, the final row
with my gun and me

we took a little trip just you and me
the lead that put us out of misery
no one will ever hold us in contempt
decision between the quick and the dead...

Gorecki: Lamb.

If I should die this very moment
I wouldn’t fear
For I’ve never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still in my heart this moment
Or it might burst
Could we stay right here
Until the end of time until the earth stops turning
Wanna love you until the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for

All this time I’ve loved you
And never known your face
All this time I’ve missed you
And searched this human race
Here is true peace
Here my heart knows calm
Safe in your soul
Bathed in your sighs
Wanna stay right here
Until the end of time
’til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you until the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for

The one I’ve waited for

All I’ve known
All I’ve done
All I’ve felt was leading to this
All I’ve known
All I’ve done
All I’ve felt was leading to this
Wanna stay right here
’til the end of time ’till the earth stops turning
I’m gonna love you till the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for
The one I’ve waited for
The one I’ve waited for

Wanna stay right here
’til the end of time ’till the earth stops turning
I’m gonna love you till the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for
The one I’ve waited for
The one I've waited for

Jimi Hendrix - Manic Depression

Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want but I just don't know (...how to go about gettin' it)
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchin' my soul

Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love you break love, It's all the same (When it's, when it's over)
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess

Well, I think I'll go turn myself off, And go on down (All the way down)
Really ain't no use in me hanging around (In your kinda scene)
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, and kiss... kiss...
Manic depression is a frustrating mess



I always have a hard time picking favorites, but that might just be my favorite Hendrix song ever

New favorite song!! !
Depeche Mode - John The Revelator

John the Revelator
Put him in a elevator
Take him up to the highest high
Take him up to the top where the mountains stop
Let him tell his book of lies

John the Revelator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Let us hear his alibis

By claiming God as his only rock
He's stealing a god from the Israelite
Stealing a god from a Muslim, too
There is only one god through and through

Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye

Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

Bye-bye
Bye-bye
John the Revelator
Bye-bye
John the Revelator
Bye-bye
John the Revelator

Make Your Own Kind of Music
Mamma Cass

WALK BY PANTERA



Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?


Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time


Re....spect, walk
are you talking to me?

Run your mouth when I'm not around
It's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing you song?
Those same friends tell me your every word

Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time

Re....spect, walk
are you talking to me?


Are you talking to me?
No way punk



Re....spect, walk
are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?

Walk on home boy

this next one in my opion is the greatest song of all time
RAINING BLOOD by SLAYER



Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition

The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone

Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above

Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away

Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!

cleverest lyrics ever;

Hint: Sung in a london accent;
'He','He's' = E's
'Eezer Goode' = E's are good.

This was released after the height of the illegal & politically sensitive rave explosion & had they ever publicly admitted what the lyrics were so obviously about, they would have been banned instantly, instead they stayed at No1 for 4 weeks by hilariously insisting it was some sort of intellectual tribute to dickensian characterisation.

And would you believe ive never touched the stuff?

Ebeneezer Goode
The Shamen

There's a guy in the place
He's got a bittersweet face
And he goes by the name of Ebeneezer Goode
His friends call him Eezer and he is the main geezer
And he'll vibe about the place like no other man could
He's refined, he's sublime, he makes you feel fine
Though very much maligned and misunderstood
But if you know a geezer he's a real crowd pleaser
He's ever so good, he's Ebeneezer Goode
You can see that he's mischievious, mysterious and devious
When he circulates amongst the people in the place
But once you know he's fun and something of a genius
He gives a grin that goes around from face to face to face
Backwards and then forwards, forwards and then backwards
Eezer is the geezer who loves to muscle in
That's about the time the crowd all shout the name of Eezer
As he's kotcheled in the corner, laughing by the bass bin

Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode

Has anybody got any veras
Lovely
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha

A great philosopher once wrote
Naughty, naughty, very naughty
Ha ha ha ha ha

Ebeneezer Goode, leading light of the scene
Know what I mean, see
He created the vibe
He takes you for a ride and as if by design
The party ignites like he's comin alive
He takes you to the top, shakes you all around
Then back down, you know as he gets mellow
Then as smooth as the groove that is making you move
He glides into your mind with a sunny Hello
A gentleman of leisure, he's there for your pleasure
But go easy on old Eezer he's the love you could lose
Extraordinary fellow, like Mr. Punchinello
He's the kind of geezer who must never be abused
When you're in town and Ebeneezer is around
You can sense a presence in the sound of the crowd
He gets them all at it, the party starts rocking
The people get excited it's time to shout LOUD

[chorus * 2]

Got any salmon Sorted
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Oh what a carry on, ha ha ha ha ha
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Wicked
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode

He's Ebeneezer Goode
Oh what a carry on, ha ha ha ha ha
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
Wicked
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
He's Ebeneezer Goode
Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode

Just dropped in, and couldnt resist...

I'm not so much into lyrics as the music itself, especially love songs, but some lyrics truly stir me.

Battle Hymn of the Republic
by Julia Ward Howe

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the wine-press where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of his terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on

I have seen him in the watchfires of an hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps,
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.

I have read a burning Gospel writ in fiery rows of steel
As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal
Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel
Our God is marching on.

He has sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He has waked the earth's dull sorrow with a high ecstatic beat
Oh! be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet
Our God is marching on.

In the whiteness of the lilies He was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom that shines out on you and me,
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
Our God is marching on.

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If some of these words sound strange to you, it is because these are the words she wrote as she awoke during a fitful night of sleep with the song just waiting to be written down. She changed a few words before having it published in Atlantic Monthly.

MAJOR DISCLAIMER: This was already my favorite song before I was told (around age 16) that Julia Ward Howe was my great-great-grandmother. My current avatar is a picture of her.

Rakkety_Tamm: I love "Dixie", too

Frou Frou - Breathe In

breathe in

i
read you
& god i'm good at it
i'm so spot on

chord - shapes in air
go press that dissonance
if you dare

& you
breathing in
finesse an innocent from her partying

& i'm high enough from all the waiting
to ride a wave on your inhaling
& i'm high enough from all the waiting
to ride a wave on your inhaling
cause i love you no
can't help but love you know

what
part of no
don't you understand
i've told you before

to just get
off my case
this isn't happening
stop this now

& i
where was i
i have to be somewhere
now where did i put it

& I'm high enough from all the waiting
to ride a wave on your inhaling
& i'm high enough from all the waiting
to ride a wave on your inhaling
cause I love you no
can't help but love you know

is this it is this it is this it

yes
hello we're back
& we're taking calls
now what was the question

& I'm high enough from all the waiting
to ride a wave on your inhaling
& i'm high enough from all the waiting
to ride a wave on your inhaling
cause I love you no
can't help but love you know...

The Faint - Worked Up So Sexual

I see you work at night, and are you sexually amused?
What's it like to have a room of guys encircling you?
How she moves and how she walks
They all patiently await
While the heat from in their pockets could burn marks into their legs.
Without your needs and your support
She'd have a job the same as ours - nothing daring.
Would she miss a job that's sex... that's sexual?

In every city there are dozens of these clubs where men can go.
Some people need a little challenge to their fantasies at home.
There's a little tiny number on a fold of matches,
The ink drips from a little dancer's pen.
Everybody wants that fold of matches
To re-enflame their confidence.
Hey, it is a job, it pays a lot.
Is it disservicing someone?
And is it good to get these men worked up so sex... so sexual?!

Older dancers gag at what new talent seems to mean.
Smaller tits and younger limbs can cause a fit of rivalry.
But it is a job, it pays a lot.
Is it disservicing someone?
And is it good to get these men worked up so sex... so sexual?!

Porcelain: Moby

In my dreams I'm dying all the time
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye

Tell the truth you never wanted me
Tell me

In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
As I wake I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind