favorite song lyrics?

[Dan]

I Will Follow You Into the Dark
by Death Cab for Cutie

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black
And I held my toungue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

 

[Dan]

What Sarah Said
by Death Cab for Cutie (PS, their new album, "Plans", is amazing)

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breathes as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?..

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

My Back Pages

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

 

[Dan]

Lefty, you never give the artist! Come on man, some of this stuff is really good, I wanna know who wrote it!

 

[Shattered]

Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

[Solo: Corey]

Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on:
I'll never live down my deceit

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Lefty, you never give the artist! Come on man, some of this stuff is really good, I wanna know who wrote it!

my bad

in order of when they were posted:

Birds Sing by the Refreshments
Tweeter and the monkey man by the Traveling wilburys
End of the line by the traveling wilburys
My back pages by Bob Dylan
Visions of Johanna by Bob Dylan

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Answering Machine by the Replacements

Answering Machine
______________________________________________________________

1, 2, 3, 4

Try to breathe some life into a letter
Losing hope, never gonna be together
My courage is at it's peak
You know what I mean
How do say you're O.K. to
An answering machine?
How do you say good night to
An answering machine?

Big time's got its losers
Small town's got its vices
A handful of friends
One needs a match, one needs some ice
Call-waiting phone in another time zone
How do you say I miss you to
An answering machine?
How do say good night to
An answering machine?

I get enough of that

Try to free a slave of ignorance
Try and teach a whore about romance

How do you say I miss you to
An answering machine?
How do you say good night to
An answering machine?
How do you say I'm lonely to
An answering machine?
The message is very plain
Oh, I hate your answering machine
I hate your answering machine
I hate your answering machine...

2-1-2
3-1-3
2-1-2
3-1-3
2-1-2
3-1-3

 

[Dan]

Thanks, man, I'll check those out.

I've been wanting to get into the Replacements lately, what would be a good album to start with?

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

try "tim" or "let it be" to start off with. those are basically their albums where they went from a really rough garage band to an early alternative band. the song i posted "answering machine" is from "let it be" if you want to hear replacements tunes played by former replacements frontman paul westerberg and his new band check http://members.aol.com/paulspage/ or more directly http://members.aol.com/paulspage/sounds.htm

the songs

waitress in the sky (from "tim")
can't hardly wait (from "pleased to meet me")
i will dare (from "let it be")
valentine (from "pleased to meet me")
little mascara (from "tim")

are all replacements songs

 

[Dan]

Cool! I've actually heard "Can't Hardly Wait" before, it's a pretty good tune. I'll check these out.

 

[Shattered]

No offense, Dan, but... I had to do it..

:firing:

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Pieces Of The Night
Written by Doug Hopkins
Performed by Gin Blossoms


Is it any wonder that the stars just don't rush by
When you're only doin' 60 through this oh-so-vacant night
But it's lacking something big this time
What the hell did you expect to find
Aphrodite on a barstool by your side

Twelfth night we go
After something everyone should know
Somewhere in the distance out of sight...
Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night...

And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd
If you let your feet get trampled on
When the music is that loud
But you wanted to be where you are
But it looked much better from afar
A hillside in shadow
Between the people and the stars

Twelfth night we go
After something everyone should know
Somewhere in the distance out of sight...
Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night...

It seems so distant
But still only half the night away
Where notions between your questions come too
Is it any wonder where
The pieces of the night have been...

 

[Dan]

:2guns:

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Acrobat by U2

Acrobat

Don't believe what you hear, don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes you can feel the enemy.
When I first met you girl, you had fire in your soul.
What happened t'your face of melting snow
Now it looks like this!
And you can swallow or you can spit
You can throw it up, or choke on it
And you can dream, so dream out loud
You know that your time is coming round
So don't let the bastards grind you down.

No, nothing makes sense, nothing seems to fit.
I know you'd hit out if you only knew who to hit.
And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah, I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in.
'Cause I need it now.
To take the cup
To fill it up, to drink it slow.
I can't let you go.

And I must be an acrobat
To talk like this and act like that.
And you can dream, so dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down.

What are we going to do now it's all been said?
No new ideas in the house, and every book's been read.

And I must be an acrobat
To talk like this and act like that.
And you can dream, so dream out loud
And you can find your own way out.
And you can build, and I can will
And you can call, I can't wait until
You can stash and you can seize
In dreams begin responsibilities
And I can love, and I can love
And I know that the tide is turning 'round

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Two Thousand Years by Billy Joel



Two Thousand Years


In the beginning
There was the cold and the night
Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light
Man was triumphant
Armed with the faith and the will
That even the darkest ages couldn't kill

Too many kingdoms
Too many flags on the field
So many battles, so many wounds to be healed
Time is relentless
Only true love perseveres
It's been a long time and now I'm with you
After two thousand years

This is our moment
Here at the crossroads of time
We hope our children carry our dreams down the line
They are the vintage
What kind of life will they live?
Is this a curse or a blessing that we give?

Sometimes I wonder
Why are we so blind to fate?
Without compassion, there can be no end to hate
No end to sorrow
Caused by the same endless fears
Why can't we learn from all we've been through
After two thousand years?

There will be miracles
After the last war is won
Science and poetry rule in the new world to come
Prophets and angels
Gave us the power to see
What an amazing future there will be
And in the evening
After the fire and the light
One thing is certain: nothing can hold back the night
Time is relentless
And as the past disappears
We're on the verge of all things new
We are two thousand years

 

[The ClayTaurus]

DJ Krush - Vision of Art (feat. Company Flow)

You've got a very soft vision of art
You've got a deficit disorder of heart
Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern
This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards

When KRUSH drops a fuckin city buster, I call it the crowd rapist
Ace of base shitty compounded to drown faces
Out of the ground basics found in lost spaces
Ashamed of its own bassline traces (that's pure hatred)
Perhaps the internet feeds your village fright (right?)
I got the double ox wingspan dragon archetype tonight
The part that reflects light, the razorblade kite
Fuck it..the rugged word, my immortal beloved
Got you suckin off muppets for bisquick and contracts and shit
Printed on the back of triscuits and served rectally
What a difference indifference can make
My bad chemistry chalks lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum
Borderline fuck ya soundbombing
I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and water
Water tainted, complaint filed, time to transfer
Take me out? transfer denied, answer supplied as:
Stab em through the nipples with their own bitchy ass rimshots
I'm audio two basic combust with strange lust
With modus opperandum in box than funcrush you box with soft touch
So much slower than the whole scenery seems
Moving through the plastiasine brackets backwards
Afterburn full thrust monks react trackless
Come to confront funk slugs with salt tactics
Turn the farrah faucet on and burn em in their matress
Then ashes float to heaven quicker than souls of children
Murdered by a strange man in the basement of their building
Time to build time to be brazen with cane rasing
The same faded disdain with a grain of insane patience
Patent that, fire in the sky, cataract eyes
This is nervous unnerving wordshit reported
Fortnights of journey through
Warning you secret pathfinder's the cast of bad sitcom
The laugh track's added to the last cat shit on
The audience claps like dillenger gun masonic rounds
Falling down, trample the trespass sound
Ample distress, amp'll get loud as turrets
From banshee with a megaphone, me-me-me-megaclones
Hold the frequency, hold it unevenly, unsheath the jihad blade
And become animalistic. Authority walks the plank, thats implicit
The shambles of the gifted, dismantled and imprisoned
This is just a cf thought car derailed and resold as old feelings
to those with false motion
All potion, pour to parched hearts open
Casted out, sold out in the open
DJ fuckin Len'll leave the boom box dead
DJ Fuckin KRUSH'll make your children throw furniture
Learning disabilities spring from the scene
Like a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teams
Tall beams broken, bring down the foundation
Found in a pool of cess where the worms unnerve stations
FM is just a feminine breaks on rotation
Company Flow hold the mic naked
Famous (aside from murder touch)
Fuck with the once known divine style
Dummy droid noise for bad cats and bastards
I enter like Aslan (?); demented and god-like
Odd mic clutched and chucked at glass structure
Sided to the funk with a working class rupture
Eat at that, body of martyrs and pump action
Attempted to funk dubs through blood and gut fashion
Technospawn the last long-cock rhymer
Get with it, spaceghost the force soul weapon
Get with it, get got or got missing.

You've got a very soft vision of art
You've got a deficit disorder of heart
Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern
This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards

 

[The ClayTaurus]

That Cuban girl
That brought me low
She had that skin so fine and red lips
Roselike now
Her mouth was wide
And sweet as well
And now relentless hours of
Dreaming up her smell, and

I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down,
beat it.

Oh all the days
That I have run
I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun
My train will come
Some one day soon
And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon.

Aimless days,
Uncool ways
Of decathecting
Painless phase,
Blacked out thoughts
You be rejecting.

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

A Change Of Seasons
Music by Dream Theater
Lyirics by Mike Portnoy

I. The Crimson Sunrise (Instrumental)

II. Innocence

I remember a time
My frail, virgin mind.
watched the crimson sunrise
Imagined what it might find
Life was filled with wonder
I felt the warm wind blow
I must explore the boundaries
Transcend the depth of winter's snow
Innocence caressing me
I never felt so young before
There was so much life in me
Still i longed to search for more
But those days are gone now
Blown away forever
into the cool autumn breeze
The snow has now fallen
and my sun's not so bright
I struggle to hold on
with the last of my mind
In my den of inequity
viciousness and subtlety
struggle to ease the pain
struggle to find the sane
Ignorance surrounding me
I've never been so filled with fear
All my life's been drained from me
The end is drawing near...


III. Carpe Diem

I'll always remember
The chill of November
The news of the fall
The sounds in the hall
The clock on the wall "Seize the Day"
I heard him say
Life will not always be this way
Look around,
Hear the sounds
Cherish your life while you're steel around
We can learn from the past
But those days are gone
We can hope for the future
But there might to be one
The words stuck in my mind
alive from what i've learned
I have to seize the day
To home I returned
preparing for her flight
I held with all my might
Fearing my deepest fright
She walked into the night
She turned for one last look
She looked me in the eye
I said, " I love you... Good-bye"



IV. The darkest of winters(instrumental)

V. Another World

So far or so it seems
All is lost with nothing fulfilled
Off the pages and the T.V. screen
Another world where nothing's true
Tripping through the life fantastic
Lose a step and never get up
Left alone with a cold blank stare
I feel like giving up
I was blinded by a paradise
Utopia high in the sky
A dream that only drowned me
Deep in sorrow, wondering why
Oh come let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what, don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Then string him up for all the world to see
I'm sick of all you hypocrites
holding me at baby
And i don't need your simpathy
to get me through the day
Seasons change and so can I
Hold on boy, No time to cry
Untie these strings, I'm climbing down
I won't let them push me away
Oh come let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what, don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Now it's time for them to deal with me

VI. The Inevitable Summer (Instrumental)

VII. The Crimson Sunset
I'm much wiser now
A lifetime of memories
run through my head
They taught me how
for better or worse, alive or dead
I realize there's no turning back
Life goes on the offbeaten track
I sit down with my son
Set to see the Crimson Sunset
Many years have come and gone
I've lived my life, but now must move on
He's my only one
Now that my time has come
Now that my life is done
We look into the sun
"Seize the day and don't you cry,
Now it's time to say good-bye
Even though I'll be gone,
I will live on"

 

[The ClayTaurus]

I know a lotta people, but not many that I trust
and outta those I trust, not many I would touch
they say I talk in circles but I write it line by line
and if I don't really know you i'mma lie and say I'm fine
I spit rhymes, hoping that someone who thinks like me
relates to the emotions interlocked within the pscyche
I spit rhymes, to catch chicks and catch hope
and catch the ear of that kid that say's "damn, that shit is dope"
not to mention, I love the attention
went from hiding in the boxcars to driving the engine
And I sit in the same chair under the same light
around the same time of night when I write, probably will for life
Twenty-five, and I ain't getting any younger
living to survive, can you spare a penny brother?
now in the name of all world-wide rhyme sayers
I'mma drive past king park and spray the soccer players

how many licks does it take to get to the center of your universe? (repeat 4x)

Finally finalized the line by lines
of trying to climb in between ya mind's thighs
Self esteem, watch it grow like mold
watch the loads it holds, as the soul unfolds
tracked my fate, as I wade through a pack a day
have to wait, call me back next saturday
Pass the stake, I'm about to stick this vampire
touch the heart, and lay the carcass on the campfire
Burn baby burn, and take ya sins with ya
if the shoe don't fit ya, remove it, to lose the business
Get the car started, warm it up for the journey
wake up abuse, and shake off the blues
And makes stops to fill the tank, stops to urinate
stops to meditate and let the thoughts resonate
stops to celebrate, stops just for heavens sake
stops in an attempt to take the bent shit and get it straight
the asthma regulates the breath control
so thanks for buying the tapes and eat ya vegitables
ayo, i write it for me and if you like it, it's love
and if you don't then its life cuz life don't like slug

how many licks does it take to get to the center of your universe? (repeat 4x)

its the super-unleaded imbedded within my headtrips
kept it in check but the skeptics and the essence
when it festers, infection fills with fluid
apply the pressure it bursts, to satisfy the thirst
twenty-twenty sight so i got no excuse
my soul has broken loose from over use
tell me who can hold the noose while i make certain it fits me
judgement, first impression, naturally shifty
Each one tried to teach one when it begun
struggling for freedom, tryin to build a kingdom
Now ya sipping Seagrams, trying to fix a threesome
between you, ya girl and the freak with the Nissan
Wheels keep spinning, accelerator stick
so sugar up the coffee and cellephane ya dick
and lace the spliff but make sure that dosage is right
cuz lifes a bitch and I'mma hold it tight

How many licks does it take to get to the center of your universe? (repeat 8x)