danasgoodstuff Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 Who let his mind spill out in a bucket? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Magnificent Goldberg Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 I don't like this song, or the way it was sung. But it does have good words. You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are You live in a fancy apartment Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do I've seen all your qualifications You got from the Sorbonne And the painting you stole from Picasso Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does When you go on your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pins With your carefully designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz With the others of the jet-set And you sip your Napoleon brandy But you never get your lips wet, no you don't But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do Your name, it is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a racehorse for Christmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha They say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realize where you came from And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn Where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try So look into my face Marie-Claire And remember just who you are Then go and forget me forever But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do I know where you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed I know the thoughts that surround you 'Cause I can look inside your head (na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na) (na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na) The last two lines are gems! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BruceH Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 "Oh the snot has caked against my pants It has turned into crystal..." ---Love Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JSngry Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 Come down off your throne and leave your body alone - somebody must change You are the reason Ive been waiting so long - somebody holds the key Well, Im near the end and I just aint got the time And Im wasted and I cant find my way home Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hot Ptah Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 Come down off your throne and leave your body alone - somebody must change You are the reason Ive been waiting so long - somebody holds the key Well, Im near the end and I just aint got the time And Im wasted and I cant find my way home This was often cited by the radio announcers at Radio Free Madison as the theme song of the student body at the University of Wisconsin in 1974. "Wasted and can't find my way home" described a great many of the 45,000 students. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jazzmoose Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 When I look up to the skies I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired, still yawning See your face come peeping through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction now When will this haunting stop? Your face it just wont leave me alone Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Youre in the sky and with the sky You make men cry, you lie Youre in the sky and with the sky You make men cry, you lie Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men and you Pictures of matchstick men .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hot Ptah Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes, Country garden in the wind and the rain, Wherever he goes the people all complain. Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline. Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how. Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell, Hell halfway twixt now and then, Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again. Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky. Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye. Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, One man gathers what another man spills. Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain, Seashore washed by the suds and foam, Been here so long, he's got to calling it home. Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of your own. Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BruceH Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 I notice "Hippie" lyrics are apparently defined as the same as "stoner" lyrics... Not that I'm one to argue, mind you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JSngry Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 This following program is dedicated to the city and people of San Francisco, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so Is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer Cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European Residents save up all your bread and fly trans love airways to San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it Will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the Sake of your own peace of mind. Strobe lights beam create dreams Walls move minds to do On a warm San Francisco night Old child young child feel alright On a warm San Francisco night Angels sing leather win Jeans of blue Harley Davisons too On a warm San Francisco night Old angels young angels feel alright On a warm San Francisco night. I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there There's no place left to go, San Francisco. Cop's face is filled with hate Heavens above he's on a street called love When will they even learn Old cop young cop feel alright On a warm San Francisco night The children are cool They don't raise fools It's an american dream Includes indians too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shawn Posted June 6, 2008 Author Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 I notice "Hippie" lyrics are apparently defined as the same as "stoner" lyrics... Not that I'm one to argue, mind you. Yep, they kinda go together. "Almost, cut my hair...." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hot Ptah Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 Little by little the night turns around. Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn. Lotuses lean on each other in yearning. Under the eaves the swallow is resting. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. Over the mountain watching the watcher. Breaking the darkness Waking the grapevine. One inch of love is one inch of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun. Witness the man who raves at the wall Making the shape of his questions to Heaven. Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun. The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teasing the Korean Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 Point taken, but there seems to be about 10,000 song lyrics database archives on the internet.... And 40 thousand million people every day. We can be like they are. Come on, baby. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Magnificent Goldberg Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 I notice "Hippie" lyrics are apparently defined as the same as "stoner" lyrics... Not that I'm one to argue, mind you. Yep, they kinda go together. "Almost, cut my hair...." Some are - some aren't. "Where do you go to, my lovely" isn't - it's straightforward satire. So are "Taxman" and "Alice's restaurant". The stoned ones don't get through to me MG Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hot Ptah Posted June 6, 2008 Report Share Posted June 6, 2008 I notice "Hippie" lyrics are apparently defined as the same as "stoner" lyrics... Not that I'm one to argue, mind you. Yep, they kinda go together. "Almost, cut my hair...." Some are - some aren't. "Where do you go to, my lovely" isn't - it's straightforward satire. So are "Taxman" and "Alice's restaurant". The stoned ones don't get through to me MG I think that those of us posting the stoned ones are doing it with an air of bemusement. I know that I am. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BruceH Posted June 7, 2008 Report Share Posted June 7, 2008 I notice "Hippie" lyrics are apparently defined as the same as "stoner" lyrics... Not that I'm one to argue, mind you. Yep, they kinda go together. "Almost, cut my hair...." Some are - some aren't. "Where do you go to, my lovely" isn't - it's straightforward satire. So are "Taxman" and "Alice's restaurant". The stoned ones don't get through to me MG I think that those of us posting the stoned ones are doing it with an air of bemusement. I know that I am. With me it's just amusement. "Taxman" a 'hippie' song? I never saw it that way, though it's certainly satire. But you don't have to be a hippie to write satire. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GA Russell Posted June 7, 2008 Report Share Posted June 7, 2008 This is the first verse The first verse The first First verse I should have known that we could count on Bev for some Robert Wyatt! Here's my vote: Come on all of you big strong men Uncle Sam needs your help again he's got himself in a terrible jam way down yonder in Viet Nam so put down your books and pick up a gun we're gonna have a whole lotta fun (CHORUS) And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die Come on generals, let's move fast your big chance has come at last now you can go out and get those reds cos the only good commie is the one that's dead and you know that peace can only be won when we've blown 'em all to kingdom come Come on wall street don't be slow why man this war is a go-go there's plenty good money to be made by supplying the army with the tools of its trade let's hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, they drop it on the Viet Cong Come on mothers throughout the land pack your boys off to Viet Nam come on fathers don't hesitate send your sons off before it's too late and you can be the first ones on your block to have your boy come home in a box Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GA Russell Posted June 7, 2008 Report Share Posted June 7, 2008 Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind Dead kings, many things I can't define Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind Incense and peppermints, the color of time. Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose. I remember seeing Incense and Peppermints as a Rate-a-Record on American Bandstand! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Magnificent Goldberg Posted June 7, 2008 Report Share Posted June 7, 2008 I notice "Hippie" lyrics are apparently defined as the same as "stoner" lyrics... Not that I'm one to argue, mind you. Yep, they kinda go together. "Almost, cut my hair...." Some are - some aren't. "Where do you go to, my lovely" isn't - it's straightforward satire. So are "Taxman" and "Alice's restaurant". The stoned ones don't get through to me MG I think that those of us posting the stoned ones are doing it with an air of bemusement. I know that I am. With me it's just amusement. "Taxman" a 'hippie' song? I never saw it that way, though it's certainly satire. But you don't have to be a hippie to write satire. Indeed! But, in that period, to satirise what we now call "suits" is definitely hippie stuff. MG Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A Lark Ascending Posted June 7, 2008 Report Share Posted June 7, 2008 This is the first verse The first verse The first First verse I should have known that we could count on Bev for some Robert Wyatt! Here's my vote: Come on all of you big strong men Uncle Sam needs your help again he's got himself in a terrible jam way down yonder in Viet Nam so put down your books and pick up a gun we're gonna have a whole lotta fun (CHORUS) And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die Come on generals, let's move fast your big chance has come at last now you can go out and get those reds cos the only good commie is the one that's dead and you know that peace can only be won when we've blown 'em all to kingdom come Come on wall street don't be slow why man this war is a go-go there's plenty good money to be made by supplying the army with the tools of its trade let's hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, they drop it on the Viet Cong Come on mothers throughout the land pack your boys off to Viet Nam come on fathers don't hesitate send your sons off before it's too late and you can be the first ones on your block to have your boy come home in a box I've seen parts of that used as a source on a history exam paper! I use the clip from Woodstock when doing the anti-war movement...with a prior apology for the fish (!) cheer! Here's some more Wyatt. I could never make out all the words - they appear to be much naughtier than I thought! On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want Between your thighs I feel a sensation How long can I resist the temptation ? I've got my bird, you've got your man So who else do we need, really ? Now I'm here, I may as well put my other hand in yours While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now And if it's half as good for you as it is for me Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while Till all the thing I want is need Till all the thing I want is need I want you more than ever now We're on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure That cause now we've agreed, that we got what we need Then all the thing us needs is wanting I realized when I saw you last We've been together now and then From time to time - just here and there Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels To have you on the horns of my dilemma - Oh ! Wait a minute ! - Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up Living can be lovely, here in New York State Ah, but I wish that I were home And I wish I were home again - back home again, home again There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again Back home again The sun shines here all summer Its nice cause you can get quite brown Ah, but I miss the rain - ticky tacky ticky And I wish that I were home again - home again, home again... Living is easy here in New York State Ah, but I wish that I were home again Just before we go on to the next part of our song Let's all make sure we've got the time Music-making still performs the normal functions - background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching That's all right by me, don't think that I'm complaining After all, it's only leisure time, isn't it ? Now I love your eyes - see how the time flies She's learning to hate, but it's just too late for me It was the same with her love It just wasn't enough for me But before this feeling dies Remember how distance can tell lies ! You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you ? You're awfully nice to me and I'm sure you can see what her game is She sees you in her place, just as if it's a race And you're winning, and you're winning She just can't undertsand that for me everything's just beginning Until I get more homesick So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies. Singing a song in the morning Singing it again at night Don't really know what I'm singing about But it makes me feel all right Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kenny weir Posted June 7, 2008 Report Share Posted June 7, 2008 I looked in the sky Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew was The hole in my shoe that Was letting in water (letting in water) I walked through a field That just wasnt real With 100 tin soldiers Would shoot at my shoulder And all that I knew was The hole in my shoe which Was letting in water (letting in water) (I climbed on the back of a giant albatross Which flew through a crack in the cloud To a place where happiness reigned all year round And music played ever so loudly) I started to fall And suddenly woke And the dew on the grass Had stuck to my coat And all that I knew was The hole in my shoe which Was letting in water (letting in water) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catesta Posted June 7, 2008 Report Share Posted June 7, 2008 Leave your cares behind come with us and find The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take a ride to the land inside of your mind Beyond the seas of thought beyond the realm of what Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not Come along if you care... But please realise you'll probably be surprised For it's the land unknown to man Where fantasy is fact So if you can, please understand You might not come back Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take a ride to the land inside and you'll see How happy life could be if all of mankind Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Center of the mind Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jazzmoose Posted June 7, 2008 Report Share Posted June 7, 2008 I've got a bike You can ride it if you like It's got a basket A bell that rings And things to make it look good I'd give it to you if I could But I borrowed it You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything Everything if you want things I've got a cloak It's a bit of a joke There's a tear up the front It's red and black I've had it for months If you think it could look good Then I guess it should You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything Everything if you want things I know a mouse And he hasn't got a house I don't know why I call him Gerald He's getting rather old But he's a good mouse You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything Everything if you want things I've got a clan of gingerbread men Here a man There a man Lots of gingerbread men Take a couple if you wish They're on the dish You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything Everything if you want things I know a room full of musical tunes Some rhyme Some ching Most of them are clockwork Let's go into the other room and make them work Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shawn Posted June 10, 2008 Author Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 Guinnevere had green eyes Like yours, mi'lady like yours When she'd walk down Through the garden In the morning after it rained Peacocks wandered aimlessly Underneath an orange tree Why can't she see me? Guinnevere Drew pentagrams Like yours, mi'lady like yours Late at night When she thought that no one was watching at all She shall be free As she turns her gaze Down the slope to the harbor where I lay Anchored for a day Guinnevere Had golden hair Like yours, mi'lady like yours Streaming out when we'd ride Through the warm wind down by the bay Yesterday Seagulls circle endlessly I sing in silent harmony We shall be free Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
7/4 Posted June 10, 2008 Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 I've got a bike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AllenLowe Posted June 10, 2008 Report Share Posted June 10, 2008 sorry, but this is the best song ever written: happy mothers day happy mothers day I am your son I am a runaway livin' on the East Side always gettin' stoned - living on the East Side glad I'm not home - happy mothers day happy mothers day I am your son I am a runaway call me a bastard call me a bitch you are made of plastic you are filthy rich Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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