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Thunder Road ~ Da Boss :bow:

The screen door slams

Mary's dress waves

Like a vision she dances across the porch

As the radio plays

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely

Hey that's me and I want you only

Don't turn me home again

I just can't face myself alone again

Don't run back inside

Darling you know just what I'm here for

So you're scared and you're thinking

That maybe we ain't that young anymore

Show a little faith, there's magic in the night

You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright

Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers

And study your pain

Make crosses from your lovers

Throw roses in the rain

Waste your summer praying in vain

For a savior to rise from these streets

Well now I'm no hero

That's understood

All the redemption I can offer girl

Is beneath this dirty hood

With a chance to make it good somehow

Hey what else can we do now

Except roll down the window

And let the wind blow back your hair

Well the night's busting open

These two lanes will take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real

To trade in these wings on some wheels

Climb in back

Heaven's waiting on down the tracks

Oh oh come take my hand

Riding out tonight to case the promised land

Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road

Oh Thunder Road

Lying out there like a killer in the sun

Hey I know it's late, we can make it if we run

Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold

Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar

And I learned how to make it talk

And my car's out back

If you're ready to take that long walk

From your front porch to my front seat

The door's open but the ride it ain't free

And I know you're lonely

For words that I ain't spoken

But tonight we'll be free

All the promises'll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes

Of all the boys you sent away

They haunt this dusty beach road

In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street

Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet

And in the lonely cool before dawn

You hear their engines roaring on

But when you get to the porch they're gone

On the wind, so Mary climb in

It's a town full of losers

And I'm pulling out of here to win

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Like A Rolling Stone ~ Mr. Bob Dylan :bow:

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People'd call, say, "beware doll, you're bound to fall"

You thought they were all kiddin' you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school alright, miss lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp but now you realise

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat

Ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel

How does it fee

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone

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"If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine

And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,

Would you hear my voice come thru the music,

Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,

Perhaps they're better left unsung.

I don't know, don't really care

Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,

When there is no pebble tossed,

Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,

If your cup is full may it be again,

Let it be known there is a fountain,

That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,

Between the dawn and the dark of night,

And if you go no one may follow,

That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,

When there is no pebble tossed,

Nor wind to blow.

You who choose to lead must follow

But if you fall you fall alone,

If you should stand then who's to guide you?

If I knew the way I would take you home."

Garcia and Hunter. Two of the best. R.I.P. Jerry

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Do you remember lying in bed

With your covers pulled up over your head?

Radio playin' so no one can see

We need change, we need it fast

Before rock's just part of the past

'Cause lately it all sounds the same to me

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh

"Do You Remember Rock and Roll Radio?"

The Ramones.

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How about "Cliffs Of Dover" by Eric Johnson :jester: ? All right for real now.

Let It Be- The Beatles

When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And in my hour of darkness

She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be,

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people

Living in the world agree,

There will be an answer, let it be.

For though they may be parted there is

Still a chance that they will see

There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be. Yeah

There will be an answer, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy,

There is still a light that shines on me,

Shine until tomorrow, let it be.

I wake up to the sound of music,

Mother Mary comes to me,

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.

There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be,

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.

There will be an answer, let it be.

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One of my 2 favs. The other one is:

Bridge Over Troubled Water

Simon & Garfunkel

When you're weary, feeling small

When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all (all)

I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough

And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

When you're down and out

When you're on the street

When evening falls so hard

I will comfort you (ooh)

I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes

And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Sail on silver girl

Sail on by

Your time has come to shine

All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine

Oh, if you need a friend

I'm sailing right behind

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

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In the Mouth of A Desert

Pavement

can you treat it like an oil well

when it's underground, out of sight?

and if the sight is just a whore sign

can it make enough sense to me?

pretend the table is a trust knot

we'll put our labels down, favors down

i'll watch some yards of twine unravel

and you'll never get it back

it's what i want (it's what i want)

it's what i want (twine comes down)

it's what i want (it's what i want)

don't you know, i could make you try

make you try [3x]

i've been crowned the king of it, and it is all we have

so wait to hear my words and they're diamond sharp

i can open it up and it's up and down

it's what i want (it's what i want)

to see you beg like a little dog (ball of twine)

don't you know that it's what i want (it's what i want)

i'll see you beg and it makes you dry

makes you dry [3x]

i've been down, the king of it, it is all we have

i've been down and i could wait to hear the words

they're diamond sharp today

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and some more

Grounded

Doctor's leaving for the holiday season

got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab

and in the parking lot is a sedan he bought

he never, he never complains when it's hot

he phoned the foreign daughter in a sauna playing contract bridge

they're soaking up the fauna, doing blotters

I don't know which...which...which...

boys are dying on these streets

I know the medical world could knock you out

to sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday

dine by candelight and hold your savings tight

you never, you never know when the bridge falls apart

we spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes

and the bedside morale

we traipse around the table talking sentences

so incomplete... please! plea!

boys are dying on these streets

Gold Soundz

go back to those gold soundz

and keep my advent to your self

because it's nothing i don't like

is it a crisis or a boring change?

when it's central, so essential,

it has a nice ring when you laugh

at the low life opinions

and they're coming to the chorus now...

i keep my address to yourself 'cause we need secrets

we need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now

because i never wanna make you feel

that you're social

never ignorant soul

believe in what you wanna do

and do you think that is a major flaw

when they rise up in the falling rain

and if you stay around with your knuckles ground down

the trial's over, weapon's found

keep my address to myself because it's secret

cuz it's secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now

so drunk in the august sun

and you're the kind of girl i like

because you're empty and i'm empty

and you can never quarantine the past

did you remember in december

that i won''t eat you when i'm gone

and if i go there, i won't stay there

because i'm sitting here too long

i've been sitting here too long

and i've been wasted

advocating that word for the last word

last words come up all you've got to waste

and the best country song ever

Range Life

after the glow, the scene, the stage, the set

talk becomes slow but there's one thing i'll never forget:

hey, you gotta pay your dues before you pay the rent.

over the turnstile turn out in the traffic

there's ways of living it's the way i'm living

right or wrong, it's all that i can do,

and i wouldn't want to let you be

i want a range life, if i could settle down,

if i could settle down, then i would settle down

[x2]

run from the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat

pass me your gloves, there's crime and it's never complete

until you snort it up or shoot it down

you're never gonna feel free

out on my skateboard the night is just hummin'

and the gum smacks are the pulse i'll follow if my walkman fades

but i've got absolutely no one, no one but myself to blame

don't worry- we're in no hurry

school's out, what did you expect?

i want a range life, if i could settle down,

if i could settle down, then i would settle down

[x2]

out on tour with the smashing pumpkins

nature kids, i/they don't have no function

i don't understand what they mean

and i could really give a (bleep).

the stone temple pilots,

they're elegant bachelors

they're foxy to me are they foxy to you?

i will agree they deserve absolutely nothing

nothing more than me

dreamin' dream dream dream....

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Nani Malia by Leokane Pryor & Kaliko Tripp

A song of love and affection for the child

A lei for her parents

A precious gift

Held close to the heart

She is an adornment of love

For her grandparents and ancestors

The puffy cloud banks

That sit calmly and proudly on the horizon

Chorus:

Star of heaven, from the night sky

You are honored

Beautiful Malia

Let the name be told

That it not be forgotten

For the whispering breeze

Has brought it here to me

(It sounds more interesting in Hawaiian, of course.) :beatnik:

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We have been negligent:

The ink is black, the page is white

Together we learn to read and write

A child is black, a child is white

The whole world looks upon the sight, a beautiful sight

And now a child can understand

That this is the law of all the land, all the land

The world is black, the world is white

It turns by day and then by night

A child is black, a child is white

Together they grow to see the light, to see the light

And now at last we plainly see

We'll have a dance of Liberty, Liberty!

The world is black, the world is white

It turns by day and then by night

A child is black, a child is white

The whole world looks upon the sight, a beautiful sight

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I love most of the songs listed above but man you just can't get away from this one.

Sheer genius and mastery of the english language.

Probably best to listen to the song

Youtube it.

Gilbert O Sullivan

Alone again naturally

In a little while from now

If I’m not feeling any less sour

I promise myself to treat myself

And visit a nearby tower

And climbing to the top will throw myself off

In an effort to make it clear to who

Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered

Left standing in the lurch at a church

Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough

She's stood him up"

No point in us remaining

We may as well go home

As I did on my own

Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday

I was cheerful, bright and gay

Looking forward to well wouldn’t do

The role I was about to play

But as if to knock me down

Reality came around

And without so much, as a mere touch

Cut me into little pieces

Leaving me to doubt

Talk about God and His mercy

Or if He really does exist

Why did He desert me in my hour of need

I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts

broken in the world that can’t be mended

Left unattended

What do we do? What do we do?

Alone again, naturally

Now looking back over the years

And whatever else that appears

I remember I cried when my father died

Never wishing to hide the tears

And at sixty-five years old

My mother, God rest her soul,

Couldn’t understand why the only man

She had ever loved had been taken

Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken

Despite encouragement from me

No words were ever spoken

And when she passed away

I cried and cried all day

Alone again, naturally

Alone again, naturally

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Considering music and songs...

The best lyrics would be the same as asking, " What is the best thing?"

IMHO, the best thing is music...what else can you turn to and it will still be the same way, everytime?

Frank Sinatra was one of the best crooners ever and even he said,

"Something is the greatest love-song ever written."

Something ~ George Harrison

Lyrics;

Something in the way she moves

Attracts me like no other lover

Something in the way she woos me

I don't want to leave her now

You know I believe her now

Somewhere in her smile she knows

That I don't need no other lover

Something in her style that shows me

Don't want to leave her now

You know I believe her now

You're asking me will my love grow

I don't know, I don't know

You stick around now it may show

I don't know, I don't know

Something in the way she knows

And all I have to do is think of her

Something in the things she shows me

Don't want to leave her now

You know I believe her now

George Harrison is/was one of few guitarists that could make a slide-guitar cry!

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This is my 1st post on here! It's hard to choose just one song to pick, so here are a couple that i love!

Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war

You that build all the guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you set back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion'

As young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins.

How much do I know

To talk out of turn

You might say that I'm young

You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know

Though I'm younger than you

That even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness

Do you think that it could

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die

And your death'll come soon

I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave

'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

Another one...

Simon and Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains..within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dare disturb the sound of silence.

'Fools' said I, 'You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.'

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning,

In the words that it was forming.

And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls.'

And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

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I can be safe when saying not many will dispute the legendary talent of music/songwriter/poet;

Bob Dylan!

The dual-harmony of Paul and Art still astound listeners to this day!

Welcome to the boards and a mighty fine first post!

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The end by the doors

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end

Of everything that stands, the end

No safety or surprise, the end

I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be

So limitless and free

Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand

In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain

And all the children are insane

All the children are insane

Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town

Ride the King's highway, baby

Weird scenes inside the gold mine

Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake

To the lake, the ancient lake, baby

The snake is long, seven miles

Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best

The west is the best

Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us

The blue bus is callin' us

Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on

He took a face from the ancient gallery

And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he

Paid a visit to his brother, and then he

He walked on down the hall, and

And he came to a door...and he looked inside

Father, yes son, I want to kill you

Mother...I want to...******* you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

C'mon baby, take a chance with us

And meet me at the back of the blue bus

Doin' a blue rock

On a blue bus

Doin' a blue rock

C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free

But you'll never follow me

The end of laughter and soft lies

The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

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Oedipus, ostensibly. And Morrison's view that Oedipus is an allegory for freedom and individuality (Killing the father = letting go of the false nature imposed by how you were raised. F***ing the mother = being who you really are.). It's really, lyrically, not the best thing Morrison ever did, but it sounds crazy-deep in context of the music and even crazier-deep when stoned. But just reading it, yeah, it's pretty much random trippiness.

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Favorite lyrics ever is too hard to choose, but here are some lyrics I really dig. "Losing my Edge" by LCD Soundsystem would be in my top 10 favorite lyrics. It's a spoken word song about the vocalist becoming less cool as he ages, which is trivial to most people but you can tell that as an owner of a hip record label, the vocalist is having a really hard time coming to terms with the fact that anyone with internet can acquire a record collection as impressive as his. At first he seems kind of depressed about this realization, then he gets all sarcastic and tries insulting the modern hipsters, but by the time the song climaxes he just can't take it anymore and nervously name drops a ton of hip artists. Great song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_j8BG-ybng

Yeah, I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge.

The kids are coming up from behind.

I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.

But I was there.

I was there in 1968.

I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.

I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.

I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.

I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.

I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

But I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge, but I was there.

I was there.

But I was there.

I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge.

I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.

But I was there.

I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.

I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.

I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.

I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."

I was there.

I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.

I played it at CBGB's.

Everybody thought I was crazy.

We all know.

I was there.

I was there.

I've never been wrong.

I used to work in the record store.

I had everything before anyone.

I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.

I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.

I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.

And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.

I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,

Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,

Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,

Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.

You don't know what you really want. (x15)

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