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Jyrkkä Jätkä
Posted: Friday, August 20, 2010 9:48:54 AM

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This came in mind in a thread in Games section. One of the finest pieces of song lyrics (and sung with the finest pronunciation by Peter Gabriel). From the album Selling England By The Pound, 1973.


The Battle of Epping Forest


Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting over East-End Protection rights.


Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars.
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
'cos they disagree on a gangland boundary.
They disagree on a gangland boundary.

There's Willy Wright and his boys -
one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys!
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
the Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
yes these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor.
East end heroes got to score in...

the Battle of Epping Forest,
yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest,
right outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
not since the Civil War.

Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill,
and Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves in on the outside left
with a chain flying round his head;
and Harold Demure, from Art Literature,
nips up the nearest tree.
(Here come the cavalry!)

Amidst the battle roar,
accountants keep the score: 10-4.
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone.
The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.

It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was a kid, walking the streets,
the other kids hid - so they did!
And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made.
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid.

"I do my double-show quick!" said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick.
"I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave,
then a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed!"

They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
my employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began when I went on a tour,
hoping to find some furniture.
I followed a sign - it said "Beautiful Chest".
It led to a lady who showed me her best.
She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
to see what the trouble was.
"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?"
"You're telling me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late.
we could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate?"
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute."
But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"

To save my steeple, I visited people;
for this I'd gone when I met Little John.
His name came, I understood,
when the judge said "You're a robbing hood."
He told me of his strange foundation,
conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation;
he'd had to hide his reputation.
When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door.
But now, with a pin-up guru every week,
it's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek.

He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms.
His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms.
That's why we're in

the Battle of Epping Forest,
yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest,
right outside your door.
We guard your souls for peanuts,
and we guard your shops and houses
for just a little more.

In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher,
but he's countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
and Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress,
but Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug;
and Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure,
fires acorns from out of his sling.
(Here come the cavalry!)

Up, up above the crowd,
inside their Silver Cloud, done proud,
the bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass.
The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot,
with tea from a silver pot just like any picnic.

Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day
and the Clouds roll away.
Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count
at the break-in of day.
When the limos return for their final review, it's all thru'
- all they can see is the morning goo.
"There's no-one left alive - must be draw."
So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.



In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
peterhewett
Posted: Friday, August 20, 2010 1:18:27 PM

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[size=7][color=darkred]Just listened to it on Youtube... you can hear every word... sound builds up...piano version.




He that increases in knowledge increases in pain.
memphis jailer
Posted: Friday, August 20, 2010 3:25:45 PM

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i'm a big fan of alot of different type music .... but i like elton john's lyrics .... don't the sun go down on me, your song, tiny dancer, rocket man, and this train don't stop are some of my favorites

your signature is silly!
excaelis
Posted: Friday, August 20, 2010 5:12:42 PM

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When Gabriel left Genesis he took their vital organs with him. There is a group of performers called, I believe, 'The Musical Box', who recreate Gabriel-era Genesis stage performances with preternatural accuracy.

Sanity is not statistical
memphis jailer
Posted: Saturday, August 21, 2010 5:00:12 PM

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just found out a band i've known and liked for a few years is coming to memphis .... here's to them ....

i'm stronger now, even after everything that you did
still alive and kicking
i'm better now i can see, everything in front of me now

alive and kicking - nonpoint

your signature is silly!
Akkuratix
Posted: Wednesday, September 01, 2010 10:37:06 AM

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I´ve read couple of times Longfellow`s Song of Hiawatha. It is readable here in the net and is worth of reading, I suppose.

Praise a child once a day, let alone your spouse. (and see what happens)
Ellenrita
Posted: Wednesday, September 01, 2010 11:33:39 AM

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Also, "Younger than the Sun...".

Into The Mystic
Van Morrison
Jyrkkä Jätkä
Posted: Thursday, September 30, 2010 9:44:58 PM

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To continue this thread with another old Genesis song. From the album The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1975)


The Colony Of Slippermen


THE ARRIVAL

[Rael:]
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Till I came upon this dirty street.
I've never seen a stranger crowd;
Slubberdegullions on a squeaky feet,

Continually pacing,
With nonchalant embracing,
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing me moves to say "hellay".

His skin's all covered in slimy lumps.
With lips that slide across each chin.
His twisted limbs like rubber stamps
Are waved in welcome say 'Please join in.'

My grip must be flipping,
Cos his handshake keeps slipping,
My hopes keep on dipping
And his lips keep on smiling all the time.

[Slipperman:]
"We like you, have tasted love.
Don't be alarmed at what you see,
You yourself are just the same
As what you see in me."

[Rael:]
Me, like you? like that!

[Slipperman:]
"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun
You better run and join your brother John."


A VISIT TO THE DOKTOR

[Slipperman:]
"You're in the colony of slippermen.
There's no who? why? what? or when?

You get out if you've got the gripe
To see, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniper-
he'll whip off your windscreenwiper

[Rael:]
John and I are able
To face the Doktor and his marble table.

[The Doktor:]
Understand Rael, it's the end of your tail.

[Rael:]
"Don't delay, dock the dick!"
I watch his countdown timer tick......


THE RAVEN

He places the number into a tube,
A yellow plastic "shoobedoobe".
It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You'll be safe in our pickle."
Suddenly, black cloud comes down from the sky.
It's a supersize black bird that sure can fly.

The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright.
He takes the tube right out of my hands
Man, I've got to find out where that black bird lands.

"Look here John, I've got to run
I need you now, you going to come?"
He says to me.

[John:]
"Now can't you see
Where the raven flies there's jeopardy.

We've been cured on the couch
Now you're sick with your grouch.
I'll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low."

[Rael:]
He walks away and leaves me once again.
Even though I never learn,
I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.

I'm in agony of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the pace is hot
But I'm running so very hard with everything I've got.
He leads me down an underpass
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast,
When the tunnel stops
I catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
I'm on top of a bank, to steep to climb,
I see it hit the water, just in time,
to watch it float away.



In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
gradyone
Posted: Thursday, September 30, 2010 10:09:30 PM

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I've always liked how Steve Winwood and Will Jennings moved this song from first to second person. The rhythm is so contagious it almost makes your heartbeat step inside it. From Winwood's album, Arc of the Diver, 1980, on which he played all the instruments and recorded the songs in his home studio.
Quote:

Spanish Dancer

I can feel the heat, no one has to tell me
It's so good, once it starts, I'll never let go

I can feel the beat like a Spanish dancer under my feet
Makin' the world go 'round, I can't come down
You can't hold me, when I get to feelin' this way
It's all over, I'm inside that music that's playin'

It takes me out, across the wall
It makes my life a carnival
I go out on the street and take my chances
Don't even have to ask, I know the answers yeah

I can feel the street like a Spanish dancer under my feet
Makin' the night go 'round, I can't come down
You can't hold me, when I get to feelin' this way
It's all over, I'm inside that music that's playin'

You can feel the heat, no one has to tell you
It's so good, once it starts, you'll never let go

You can feel the beat like a Spanish dancer under your feet
Makin' the world go 'round, you can't come down
They can't hold you, when you get to feelin' this way
It's all over, you're inside that music that's playin'

It takes you out, across the wall
It makes your life a carnival
You go out on the street and take your chances
Don't even have to ask, you know the answers

You can feel the street like a Spanish dancer under your feet
Makin' the night go 'round, you can't come down
They can't hold you, when you get to feelin' this way
It's all over, you're inside that music that's playin'


Viva Geronimo
Alias
Posted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010 7:04:17 AM

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Just to demonstrate that sometimes its not what you say but how you say it....these lyrics are inane except maybe the title and line from the chorus.."Its only Rock n Rol but I like it" but Jaggers delivery backed by the rollicking raunchy rockin blues of Richards, Wood, Wyman and Watts are what makes this work..

By Jagger/Richards/Wood



If I could stick my pen in my heart
I would spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange?

If I could win ya, if I could sing ya
A love song so divine
Would it be enough for your cheating heart
If I broke down and cried? If I cried?

I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it
I know it's only rock'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it



More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/rolling+stones/#share


I think its about time chickens are able to cross the road without constantly having their motives challenged!
pedro
Posted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010 7:51:43 AM

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Richard got married to a figure skater and he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator.............Joni Mitchell



















All good ideas arrive by chance- Max Ernst
pedro
Posted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010 8:39:52 AM

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Drop Kick Me Jesus Through the Goal Posts of Life Bobby Bare

Yeah, Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
End over end neither left nor to right
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.

All good ideas arrive by chance- Max Ernst
Alias
Posted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010 12:12:06 PM

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Applause Yea Pedro -very good,I had forgotten that masterpiece."Dropkick me Jesus through the goal posts of life"Applause

How about this classic from:

THE CIRCLE JERKS

in a sluggish economy
inflation,recession
hits the land of the free
standing in unemployment lines
blame the government for hard time

we just get by
however we can
we all gotta duck
when the shit hits the fan

10 kids in a cadillac
stand in lines for welfare checks
let's all leach off the state
gee!the money's really great!

soup lines
free loaves of bread
5lb blocks of cheese
bags of groceries
social security
has run out on you and me
we do whatever we can
gotta duck when the shit hits the fan



I think its about time chickens are able to cross the road without constantly having their motives challenged!
Alias
Posted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010 10:40:32 PM

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Or the inimitable

FRANK ZAPPA

DYNA MOE HUM


I couldnt say where shes coming from,
But I just met a lady named dinah-moe humm

She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you cant make me cum
(yjes cant do it)

She made a bet with her sister whos a little dumb
She could prove it any time all men was scum

I dont mind that she called me a bum,
But I knew right away she was really gonna cum
(so I got down to it)

I whipped off her bloomersn stiffened my thumb
An applied rotation on her sugar plum

I pokedn stroked till my wrist got numb
But I still didnt hear no dinah-moe humm,
Dinah-moe humm

Dinah-moe humm
Dinah-moe humm
Where this dinah-moe
Comin from
Done spent three hours
An I aint got a crumb
From the dinah-moe, dinah-moe, dinah-moe
From the dinah-moe humm

I got a spot that gets me hot
But you aint been to it
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you aint been to it
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you aint been to it
I got a spot that gets me hot
But you aint been to it
cause I cant get into it
Unless I get out of it
An I gotta get out of it
Before I get into it
cause I never get into it
Unless I get out of it
An I gotta be out of it
To get myself into it

(she looked over at me with a glazed eye
And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area
And she said...)

Just get me wasted
An youre half-way there
cause if my minds tore up
Then my body dont care

I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin
An said my-my-my
What sort of thing
Might this lady get high upon?

I checked out her sister
Who was holdin the bet
An wondered what kind of trip
The young lady was on

The forty dollar bill didnt matter no more
When her sister got nekkid an laid on the floor
She said dinah-moe might win the bet
But she could use a little ------- if I wasnt done yet

I told her...
Just because the sun
Want a place in the sky
No reason to assume
I wouldnt give her a try

So I pulled on her hair
Got her legs in the air
An asked if she had any cooties on there

(whaddya mean cooties! no cooties on me!)

She was buns-up kneelin
Buns up!
I was wheelin an dealin
Wheelin an dealin an ooooh!
She surrended to the feelin
She sweetly surrendered
An she started in to squealin

Dinah-moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her lips just a-twitchin an her face gone red
Some drool rollin down
From the edge of her chin
While she spied the condition
Her sister was in
She quivered n quaked
An clutched at herself
While her sister made a joke
bout her mental health
till dinah-moe finally
Did give in
But I told her
All she really needed
Was some discipline...

Kiss my aura...dora...
M-m-m...its real angora
Would yall like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An how bout you, fauna?
Ywanna?

Mmm...sound like ymight be chokin on somethin

Did you say you want some more?
Well, heres some more...

Mmm, sure...listen
Dyou think I could interest you
In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers?

Mmm...tweezers!
Here, lemme sterilize em...
Gimme your lighter...

I couldnt say where shes coming from,
But I just met a lady named dinah-moe humm

She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you cant make me cum
(yjes cant do it)

I whipped off her bloomersn stiffened my thumb
An applied rotation on her sugar plum

I pokedn stroked till my wrist got numb
An you know I heard some dinah-moe humm,
Dinah-moe humm

Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe
Dinah-moe



I think its about time chickens are able to cross the road without constantly having their motives challenged!
TOOTS
Posted: Friday, November 26, 2010 12:48:47 PM

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I've always loved the Doors lyrics

THE DOORS
"The Crystal Ship"
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss


The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again


Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly


The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line



There is no past tense to Love, either you always will or you never did. ....
Sparrow
Posted: Friday, November 26, 2010 7:17:53 PM

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These are my favourite lyrics, except I don't know whose. In fact, I didn't even know they are lyrics until someone told me.


This is the land where I live
Paint it all over golden
Take a little sunshine, spread it all around
This is the love that I give
These are the arms for the holding
Turn on your love light, shine it all around
Turn on your love light, shine it all around

Shine it all around
Shine it all... shine it all around

These are the times of my life
Bright and strong and golden
This is the way that I choose when the deal goes down
This is the world that I love
Painted all over troubled
Take a little sunshine, shine it all around
Send a little sign now, spread it all around now
Shine it all around now, when the deal goes down now

Shine it all... shine it all around

This is the heart of the man
This is the heart of the matter
Break a little bread now, spread it all around
Break a little bread now, all around

Shine it all around
Shine it all... shine it all around [x3]

Send a little sign now, spread it all around now
Shine it all around now, when the deal goes down now



All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin. Lord Byron
Jyrkkä Jätkä
Posted: Friday, November 26, 2010 7:24:39 PM

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Robert Plant & The Strange Sensations - Shine It All Around
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHLroFXZuvs


In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
Sparrow
Posted: Friday, November 26, 2010 7:29:31 PM

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Wow, JJ, thanks a lot! You are quick! :-)

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin. Lord Byron
Jyrkkä Jätkä
Posted: Tuesday, March 08, 2011 8:44:47 AM

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Tarkus
by Emerson, Lake & Palmer (lyrics by Greg Lake, I guess)
((savour the first line's metaphor))


I. The Stones Of Years

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.

Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the waters rhyme,
Taste of wine,

How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin.

Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.

Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears bone?

You can't hear anything at all.

II. Mass

The preacher said a prayer.
Save ev'ry single hair on his head.
He's dead.

The minister of hate had just arrived to late to be spared.
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made!

The pilgrim wandered in,
Commiting ev'ry sin that he could
So good...

The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made!

The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed.

The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made!

A bishops rings a bell,
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound!

The silent choir sing and in their silence,
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made!

III. The Battlefield

Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?

Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.

Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie.
Were the blades of grass, and arrows rain,
Then there'd be no sorrow,
Be no pain.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDzNkLh8Rsk

In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
liastein
Posted: Monday, May 23, 2011 5:52:02 PM

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Bent out of shape by society's pliers. [Bob Dylan]
Somebody got lucky but it was an accident. [Bob Dylan]

I woke up this morning and got myself a beer
The future is uncertain and the end is always near. [Jim Morrison]
Jyrkkä Jätkä
Posted: Thursday, September 22, 2011 8:18:10 AM

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Inspired by the discussion of the meaning of song lyrics in Vocabulary section...

What do you think of this Genesis song (Gabrielian era) The Lamia?


The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.

Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze hes gently kissed.

Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own,
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of-

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face,
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the sirens call:
Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool.

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.

As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, We all have loved you Rael.

Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which Id lain entwined
O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my choclate fingers.

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.


In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
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Posted: Friday, September 23, 2011 5:37:42 AM

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not only can great lyrics be wonderfully creative and very philosophical, they can also be fun.....

"Here we all are sittin in a rainbow(da da da do)
Cor blimey hallo missus Jones hows your Berts lumbago?
I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune
I'll sing at your party while you suss out the moon, oh yeah"


Lazy Sunday Afternoon - the Small Faces
with thanks to a post in another games thread, been singing it most of the morning !!!!

Dancing

I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost. Winnie-the-Pooh
IMcRout
Posted: Friday, September 23, 2011 8:33:09 AM

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You're welcome toots.
The Faces were also responsible for some of my afternoon's occupation yesterday. Their 'Happiness Stan' story, related by Stanley Unwin impressed and amused me very much.

A few lines from the beginning and a bit from later on.
The text does not quite match the one from the recording,
but I couldn't find a better version.

Are you all seated comfly-bold,
two-square on your botty?
Then I'll begin....

....
Now of course, like all real life experience stories,
this also begins, once upon a ti-to.
And Happiness Stan, whose life evolved
near a femerald coloured dreamy most,
had his pure existence and his being
in the deep joy and the multi colour of the rainbold.
Oh yes. His home was a victoriana charabanc,
and this is the fourwheelful of sst sst out the backgrove.

...

I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. (Anon)
Marissa La Faye Isolde
Posted: Friday, September 23, 2011 10:39:14 AM
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To JJ:

In reference to the poem Lamia, I didn't understand this line "Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains" and much of what followed after it. I don't understand why the snakes died after sucking the man's blood? Is it because that is all they wanted, and after sucking his blood the illusion of their love for him died?
Jyrkkä Jätkä
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Marissa,
if I had fully understood the lyrics I wouldn't have asked it here. The album Lamb Lies Down On Broadway is full of mystic tales, mostly from the pen of Peter Gabriel. Surreal dreams, split personality, the seek for oneself...

I have interpreted this song as the Lamias are eating the "bad", the other part, out of Rael (Gabriel).

Nevertheless, I still welcome all the other explanations!


In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
Marissa La Faye Isolde
Posted: Friday, September 23, 2011 8:58:48 PM
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Well--I think the meaning of:

"With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains"

means, as soon as the illusion touches reality, the illusion begins to die.

In a previous line (which reminds me of Excaelis' signature quote from a different poem) the poet says:

"Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind."

he leaves his defenses at the water's edge...and he is thus vulnerable and unprotected...but his cloths are shredded as well, which means there is no going back for them.

but-- he doesn't care, because the euphoria of
submerging himself in a pool of imaginary love is too great, and

"As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain."

in the end, when the predator like sea creatures have satiated themselves, the once " sweet pink water" is seen in reality as it is: "icy blue"; and the red faced, snakelike creatures are but the floating husks of grotesque caricatures of love.

And the only thing that is left for himself is the sorrow of not having been loved, and the knowledge of having been used(?) with only the burning (garlic) foul, stench of bitterness (unsweetened chocolate)to feed his soul.

"Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which Id lain entwined
O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my choclate fingers."

I wonder if these lines are alluding to the three graces:

"Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face,
The smallest motion, filled with grace."

and being that the graces were often attendants of
the gods, the poem might be implying they were the attendants of the fantasied Aphrodite,the goddess of love...which he may be saying is just an ideal...a dream that we surrender our self,soul,hearts to,only to awaken and find the bloodsucking Limias and the dead carcasses of a dream.

the three graces


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almostfreebird
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almostfreebird wrote:


note: I lost one hundred points because I said "Then go fuck yourself" replying to "Go to hell".


Jyrkkä Jätkä
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Almostfreebird,
why are you whining after your lost points in a Literature thread of Lyrics? Send a PM.

Wasn't that incident in P&R?



In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
SilvatungdaViel
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Hmm... I earned 30+

Go figure

'DON'T TREAD ON ME'
Jyrkkä Jätkä
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SilvatungdaViel wrote:
Hmm... I earned 30+

Go figure


Normal MPI is 3.0.
Your MPI is 2.47058824
Almostfreebird's MPI is 2.6986755
Have you been mean?


In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
SilvatungdaViel
Posted: Wednesday, September 28, 2011 2:07:12 PM

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It's nothing more than just my wicked sense of humor.

Nor nothing less...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dS9sOCRH3MU&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7FeJD7bxnM

'DON'T TREAD ON ME'
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Free Bird

Would you still remember me?

For I must be travelling on, now,

There's too many places I haven't seen

And if I stayed here with you, now

Things just wouldn't be the same

Well I'm as free as a bird now,

And a bird you can not change.

And a bird you can not change.

And a bird you can not change.

Lord knows I can't change

Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.

And though this feeling I can't change.

Please don't take it badly,

The Lord knows I'm to blame.

And, if I stayed here with you now

Things just wouldn't be the same.

For I'm as free as a bird now,

And this bird you'll never change.

And the bird you can not change.

And the bird you can not change.

Lord knows, I can't change.

Lord help me, I can't change.




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Then of course there is this enigmatic and eloquent contribution to lyrical profundity from Middle of The Road


Where’s your mama gone? (Where’s your mama gone?)
Little baby Don (Little Baby Don)
Where’s your mama gone? (Where’s your mama gone?)
Far, far away

Where’s your papa gone? (Where’s your papa gone?)
Little baby Don (Little baby Don)
Where’s your papa gone? (Where’s your papa gone?)
Far, far away
Far, far away

Last night, I heard my mama singing a song
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Woke up this morning and my mama was gone
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep, Chirp

Where’s your mama gone? (Where’s your mama gone?)
Little baby Don (Little Baby Don)
Where’s your mama gone? (Where’s your mama gone?)
Far, far away

Where’s your papa gone? (Where’s your papa gone?)
Little baby Don (Little baby Don)
Where’s your papa gone? (Where’s your papa gone?)
Far, far away
Far, far away

Last night, I heard my mama singing a song
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Woke up this morning and my mama was gone
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep, Chirp

Let’s go now
Last night, I heard my mama singing a song
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Woke up this morning and my mama was gone
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep, Chirp

Altogether now
Last night, I heard my mama singing a song
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Woke up this morning and my mama was gone
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep, Chirp

One more time now
Last night, I heard my mama singing a song
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Woke up this morning and my mama was gone
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep, Chirp

Let me all sing it now
Last night, I heard my mama singing a song
Ooh-We, Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep
Woke up this morning and my mama was gone… Drool



I think its about time chickens are able to cross the road without constantly having their motives challenged!
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Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for ?
I guess I'm learning (I'm learning learning learning)
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning (turning turning turning)
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on


The show must go on, yeah yeah
Ooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show

Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show
On with the show
The show - the show must go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on

The Show Must Go On

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