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Post by ifrigginrule on Nov 9, 2007 21:39:13 GMT
PUTTIN' PEOPLE ON THE MOON BY DRIVE BY TRUCKERS Mary Alice had a baby and he looked just like I did We got married on a Monday and I been working ever since Every week down at the Ford Plant but now they say they're shutting down Goddamned Reagan in the White House and no one there gives a damn
Double Digit unemployment, TVA be shutting soon While over there in Huntsville, They puttin' people on the moon
So I took to runnin' numbers for this man I used to know And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by It's really tough to make a living but a man just got to try
If I died in Colbert County, Would it make the evening news? They too busy blowin' rockets, Puttin' people on the moon
Mary Alice quit askin' why I do the things I do I ain't sayin' that she likes it, but what else I'm gonna do? If I could solve the world's problems I'd probably start with hers and mine But they can put a man on the moon And I'm stuck in Muscle Shoals just barely scraping by
Mary Alice got cancer just like everybody here Seems everyone I know is gettin' cancer every year And we can't afford no insurance, I been 10 years unemployed So she didn't get no chemo so our lives was destroyed And nothin' ever changes, the cemetery gets more full And now over there in Huntsville, even NASA's shut down too
Another Joker in the White House, said a change was comin' round But I'm still workin' at The Wal Mart and Mary Alice, in the ground And all them politicians, they all lyin' sacks of poo They say better days upon us but I'm sucking left hind tit And the preacher on the TV says it ain't too late for me But I bet he drives a Cadillac and I'm broke with some hungry mouths to feed
I wish I'z still an outlaw, was a better way of life I could clothe and feed my family still have time to love my pretty wife And if you say I'm being punished. Ain't he got better things to do? Turnin' mountains into oceans Puttin' people on the moon
Turnin' mountains into oceans Puttin' people on the moon
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Post by amberaleman on Nov 11, 2007 22:51:28 GMT
Some great lyrics from the sixties:
'Eleanor Rigby, Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, Who is it for?'
'You think we look pretty good together, You think my shoes are made of leather, But I'm a substiute for another guy, I look pretty tall but my heels are high, The simple things you see are all complicated I look pretty young but I'm just backdated (yeah)'
'And so it turned out later, As the miller told his tale, That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale.'
'So take a good look at my face, You know my smile looks out of place, If you look closer it's easy to trace The tracks of my tears.'
From the seventies:
'You run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking, Racing around to come up behind you again, The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.'
' "Relax" said the nightman, "We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like But you can never leave" .'
And from the nineties:
'You'll never live like common people, You'll never do what common people do, Never fail like common people, Never watch your life slide out of view, And dance, and drink, and screw Because there's nothing else to do.'
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Post by ambersalamander on Nov 12, 2007 22:48:20 GMT
I won't claim that these "lyrics" are good, but I just found them in my ancient archives while searching for a poem I wrote several years ago. They were written when I was an undergraduate student and very drunk.
My housemates and I were, I believe, stoned at about 4am. I got hold of a dictionary and stared trying to construct sentences by picking out random words. When the phrase "Ode to Disorder" came out, we decided to write a poem under that title by opening the dictionary at random and pointing!
Because we were stoned, it was funny.
The rules were simple: 1) I opened the dictionary at random and pointed to a word with my eyes shut, which was then written down, adjusted for tense, plurals etc as necessary. This was repeated. 2) Prepositions, articles etc were allowed to be inserted to make grammatical, if not semantic, sense. 3) We were also allowed to make it rhyme. This was done by picking a random letter from a bag of Scrabble tiles until we could think of a rhyming word beginning with that letter. 4) If a word was chosen that interrupted the rhythm, another randomly chosen word could be inserted in front of it.
Here is the finished product:
Ode to Disorder
Phrenetic elevation satisfies the dice For a race of murky faeries to sterilize their lice. An indecisive ethnic mongoose shares a floppy pall; The airmen slink from top to toe the piquant tenor nuns who call. Excrescences of amplitudes of Rastafarians Cut their lanterns, oscillating slippy fate upon their hands China-pink loniscerae indict a starry dial While paling French eccentrics listen to the rising leat of bile. A gaggle of semen intermarries Hellenistic sects who sang: The palisade is vaporising, dripping like meringue.
Shredded shrapnel, blitz the land Coagulating in my hand Seamen suck their frothy prizes Spoils of war slew their surprises
Heartsick boundless painters lean on dulcimers of silk; Marxists generally race the umber enchiladas' milk The afterpains of cultured bikers echo my shallots And frolicsome Scoutmasters paint unlabelled hellish flags and plots. A gaggle of semen intermarries Hellenistic sects who sang: The palisade is vaporising, dripping like meringue.
Shredded shrapnel, blitz the land Coagulating in my hand Seamen suck their frothy prizes Spoils of war slew their surprises
Spoil a million shelves of vegetating pups; remember Chromosomal anecdotes of moisture in September Concessionaires are actuaries and Magdalenian ducks And endless sialogogue moquettes, all demythologized for luck.
Shredded shrapnel, blitz the land Coagulating in my hand Seamen suck their frothy prizes Spoils of war slew their surprises
A half-crown, sober, epic muse Has meteoric showy fuse The rosy rostrum stamps on charms: A trillion Martini calms.
Thank Christ we didn't attempt to put it to music.
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Post by peekay on Nov 13, 2007 6:44:00 GMT
A gaggle of semen!
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Post by ambersalamander on Nov 13, 2007 20:14:35 GMT
I know!
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Post by bh on Nov 14, 2007 6:57:05 GMT
as long as it wasn't a gargle!!
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Post by Sultan of Cannock- SRFC on Nov 14, 2007 21:54:10 GMT
Can't really say there's a "best ever" because that is a subjective thing for each individual. For instance some of us extolled the virtues of a Xmas record by the Pogues and i can't even stand being in the same building when the wretched thing is being played For me there are certain lyrics that bring back memories or sum up situations or people. For instance, these little gem-lets put me in mind of my wife / marriage. You say you're easy on me! You're about as easy as a nuclear war!and Next time you throw that frying pan, my face won't be thereFrom past relationships: I see you, with my eyes closed, getting closer and closer to me I open my eyes up, and you're not there, it's all in my mind.Railroad, steamboat, river and canal, Yonder comes a sucker and he's got my gal, And she's gone, gone, gone, And i give her my last farewell!This one accidently heard on a country music programme made me smile. Poppa loved Momma, Momma loved men. Momma's in the graveyard and Poppa's in the penBTW, i think that poem of Sal's was actually a Kajagoogoo lyric from the 1980's
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Post by DazaB_WCFC on Nov 14, 2007 23:34:45 GMT
He always beat me at Subbuteo 'Cos he flicked the kick And I didn't know
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Post by peekay on Nov 15, 2007 7:07:00 GMT
Having listened to it for the first time in ages last night, one of my favourites...
Disarm you with a smile...
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pies
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Post by pies on Nov 16, 2007 13:12:59 GMT
Reading Sultan's post below about grossest stage show, i was reminded of these beautiful and romantic lyrics from Bowling for Soup's classic 'Girl all the Bad guys want'
"There she goes again, with fishnets on and dreadlocks in her hair, She broke my heart i wanna be sedated, All i wanted was to see her naked"
Brings a tear to my eye.
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Post by fluffy on Dec 5, 2007 16:47:39 GMT
There was one of the gang, who had Scalextric and because of that he thought he was better than you. Every day after school, You'd go around there to play it, Hoping to compete for some kind of championship, But it always took about 15 billion hours to set the track up. And even when you did, the thing never seemed to work. It was a dodgy transformer, again and again. A dodgy transformer, again and again. It was a dodgy transformer, again and again A dodgy transformer that cost 3 pounds 10.
So he sent his doting mother Up the stairs with the stepladder, To get the Subutteo out of the loft. It had all the accessories required for that big-match atmosphere. The crowd and the dugout, and the floodlights, too. And you'd always get palmed off With a headless center-forward, And a goal-keeper with no arms, And a face like his. And he'd managed to get hold of A Dukla-Prague Away Kit, His uncle owned a sports shop and he'd kept it to one side. And after only five minutes You'd be down to ten men, And then he said sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left-winger. Come to half-time, you were losing four-nil. Each and every goal, a hotly disputed penalty So you smash up the floodlights And the game was abandoned, And the dog would bark And you'd be banned from his house. And your travelling army Of synthetic supporters Would be taken away from you And thrown in the bin.
And now he's working In a job with a future. He hands me my Giro (as in fortnightly govt unemployment handout) every two weeks. And me I'm on the lookout For a proper transformer.
Uh?!
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Post by bh on Dec 6, 2007 9:08:35 GMT
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Post by ojiveojive on Dec 6, 2007 22:58:01 GMT
I can hear her heartbeat from a thousand miles.....
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Post by fluffy on Dec 14, 2007 15:41:22 GMT
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Post by DJhinckley on Dec 14, 2007 23:38:29 GMT
hah, only took until page 4 before somebody poste HMHB lyrics however in the spirit of the thread: Everytime I say this I just know this time I mean it But a feeling deep inside Says it's okay one more time I'm waiting for a time when I can be without These things that make me feel This way all of the time. Makes me feel so good Makes me feel so fine Makes me feel so good Leaves me fu cked up inside ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think I'm in love - probably just hungry Think I'm your friend - probably just lonely Think you got me in a spin now - probably just turning Think I'm a fool for you - probably just learning Think that I can rock and roll - probably just twisting Think I wanna tell the world - probably ain't listening Think I can fly - probably just falling Think I'm the life and soul - probably just snorting Think I can hit the mark - probably just aiming Think my name is on your lips - probably complaining Think that I have got it bad - probably contageous Think that I'm a winner baby - probably Las Vegas Think I'm alive - probably just breathing Think you stole my heart now baby - probably just stealing Think I'm on fire - probably just smoking Think that I'm your dream girl - probably just dreaming Think I'm the best - probably like all the rest Think that I could be your man - probably just think I can ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well little Johnny had an ache That hung around the poor boy's neck Every time that Johnny ate The little fu cker fed the ache So little J's a fu cked-up boy Dulled the pain that killed the joy So little J's a fu cking mess That when he's offered just says yes Little J is sad and fu cked First he jumped and then he looked The tracks of time, these tracks of mine Little J is occupied --------------------------------------------------------------------------- all the work of Jason Pierce aka J Spaceman, aka Spaceman 3, aka Spiritualized.
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