Most Brilliant Song Lyrics Thread

[Weatherman2020]

Songs with not just great music, but lyrics that touch the soul or are just plain fun.
I had to remove Louie Louie after I went to a Karaoke bar and finally learned what the lyrics were.

 

[Weatherman2020]

Hotel California (Live at The Los Angeles Forum, 10/20-22/76)

Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water

The Beatles - In my Life

Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven (Official Video)

The Beach Boys - God only knows​

 

[playtime]

 

[playtime]

 

[Marion Morrison]

Roll with the changes.

REO Speedwagon - Roll With The Changes (1978) | IMVDb

 

[Tijn Von Ingersleben]

 

[playtime]

& now i post my favorite song by my favorite band.... turn it up to 11....

 

[Rambunctious]

Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big Jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim boss, just because
And they say
You don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home they call me slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd street
He drivin' a drop top cadillac
Last week he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
And you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor now they say
You don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with slim
Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue
Yeah you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with slim
Songwriters: Jim Croce

 

[Rambunctious]

The Devil went down to Georgia,
He was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind,
He was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said,
"Boy let me tell you what:
I guess you didn´t know it, but I'm a fiddle player too,
And if you'd care to take a dare,
I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle,
Boy, but give the Devil his due
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
The boy said, "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret,
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard,
'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards
And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!
The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show"
And fire blew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in,
And it sounded something like this
When the Devil finished, Johnny said,
"Well you're pretty good old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done!"
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
The Devil´s in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan a picking out dough,
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no"
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny´s feet
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back
If you ever want to try again,
I done told you once, you son of a bitch,
I'm the best there´s ever been"
He played,
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the breadpan a picking out dough,
Granny will your dog bite, "No, child, no"
Songwriters: Charles Fred Hayward / Charlie Daniels / Fred Edwards / James W. Marshall / John Crain / William J. Digregorio

 

[turtledude]

Bob Dylan

The Clash

and this




Mama, they try and break me

The window burns to light the way back home
A light that warms no matter where they’ve gone
They’re off to find the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone’s wicked way?

Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
And someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Do you feel your name?
Did you hear your babies crying?

Mama, they try and break me
Still they try and break me

Excuse me while I tend to how I feel
These things return to me that still seem real
Now, deservingly, this easy chair
But the rocking stopped by wheels of despair

Don’t want your aid
But the fist I make
For years can’t hold or feel
No, I’m not all me
So please excuse me while I tend to how I feel

But now the dreams and waking screams
That ever last the night
So build the wall, behind it crawl
And hide until it’s light
So can you hear your babies crying now?

Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
And someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Did you feel your names?
Did you hear your babies crying?

But now the dreams and waking screams
That ever last the night
So build a wall, behind it crawl
And hide until it’s light
So can’t you hear your babies crying now?

Mama, they try and break me
Mama, they try and break me
Mama they try
Mama they try

 

[turtledude]

The song writer for most of the Grateful Dead's top songs Robert Hunter

HIs expanded version makes more sense than the normal GD version especially if you are student of Greek Mythology
The additional lyrics from RH is in bold




Cerise was brushing her long hair gently down
It was the afternoon of carnival
as she brushes it gently down

Reuben was strumming the painted mandolin
It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade
Played the Carnival Parade

Cerise was dressing as Pirouette in white
when a fatal vision gripped her tight
Cerise beware tonight

Reuben, Reuben tell me truly true
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do
Is there another girl for you?

If you could see in my heart
you would know it's true
there is none Cerise except for you
except for you
I swear to it on my very soul
If I lie may I fall down cold

When Reuben played the painted mandolin
the breeze would stop to listen in
before going its way again

Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke
Like waves against the bandstand dancers broke
to the painted mandolin

Looking out on the crowd, who is standing there?
Sweet Ruby Claire at Reuben stared
At Reuben stared
She was dressed as Pirouette in red
and her hair hung gently down

The crowd pressed round
Ruby stood as though alone
Reuben's song took on a different tone
and he played it just for her

The song he played was the Carnival Parade
Each note cut a thread of Cerise's fate
It cut through like a blade

Reuben was playing the painted mandolin
When Ruby froze and turned to stone
for the strings played all alone

The voice of Cerise from the face of the mandolin
singing: Reuben, Reuben tell me true
for I have no one but you
If you could see in my heart
you would know it's true
There is none Cerise, except for you -except for you

I swear to it on my very soul
If I lie, may I fall down cold * * *

Ahoy old Ferryman
Riverboat of Charron ride
Though alive, take Reuben to the other side
For his sweet Cerise has died

It's a long lonely walk from Hell
to the burying ground
Cerise may return
but don't you look around
for your glance would cut her down

The truth of love
an unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind
without a look behind
but Reuben looked behind
Rubin walked through the streets
of New Orleans 'till dawn,
Cerise so lightly in his arms
and her hair hung gently down

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[Michelle420]

I love song lyrics but I am not sure I know brilliant ones, just funny, romantic or heartfelt. So now that I've said that I will post song lyrics I like.



Forgive me if my fantasies might seem a little shopworn
I'm sure you've heard it all before I wonder what's the right form
Love songs written for you it's been going down for years
But to sing what's in my heart seems more honest than the tears

I am curious
Don't want to hurry us
I'm intrigued with us
Ain't this song a bust
I don't care dark star

I met you several years ago
The times they were so strange but I had a feeling
You looked into my eyes just once
An instant flashing by that we were stealing

Another time you felt so bad
And I wasn't any help at all as I recall
We didn't know quite what to do so we left the wanting be
Still there for me and you

Dark star I see you in the morning
Dark star a' sleeping next to me
Dark star let the memory of the evening
Be the first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile and see me dark star

It's easy to be with you
Even with the storms that rage beneath your search for peace
We must make some time together
Take the kids and find a world that's ours to keep

Now you've got me dreaming girl
It's been so long that I thought that I'd forgotten how
My heart is once again my soul
We touched we did you know we did no more teasing now

Dark star I see you in the morning
Dark star a' sleeping next to me
Dark star let the memory of the evening
Be the first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile and see me dark star

 

[Michelle420]

"From The Beginning"

There might have been things I missed
But don't be unkind
It don't mean I'm blind
Perhaps there's a thing or two

I think of lying in bed
I shouldn't have said
But there it is

You see it's all clear
You were meant to be here
From the beginning

Maybe I might have changed
And not been so cruel
Not been such a fool
Whatever was done is done
I just can't recall
It doesn't matter at all

You see it's all clear
You were meant to be here
From the beginning

 

[Michelle420]

"Hello, It's Me"

Hello, it's me
I've thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

Seeing you
Or seeing anything as much as I do you
I take for granted that you're always there
I take for granted that you just don't care
Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

It's important to me
That you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should

It's important to me
That you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should

 

[xband]

The lyrics and melody of Rednecks, White Socks and Blue Ribbon Beer are inspirational.

 

[Tehon]

 

[Tom Horn]

"Superior it's said never gives up her dead when the witch of November comes stealin'".

If you ever get the chance, head up to the UP of Michigan and drive across to Copper Harbor....one of the wildest places left in North America. My first wife and I were walking the beach one morning and a HUGE black bear came up behind and started following us. Nobody around, nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Martha and the Vandellas). Can't outswim him, can't outrun him, can't outclimb him, sure can't outfight him.....now what? And just when it looked like things were about to go really wrong, there was a dead lake trout floating a couple yards out in the surf....waded out, grabbed it, and flipped it in his direction....sure enough his attention turned to breakfast and we made a beeline for the treeline.

 

[Marion Morrison]

"Superior it's said never gives up her dead when the witch of November comes stealin'".

If you ever get the chance, head up to the UP of Michigan and drive across to Copper Harbor....one of the wildest places left in North America. My first wife and I were walking the beach one morning and a HUGE black bear came up behind and started following us. Nobody around, nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Martha and the Vandellas). Can't outswim him, can't outrun him, can't outclimb him, sure can't outfight him.....now what? And just when it looked like things were about to go really wrong, there was a dead lake trout floating a couple yards out in the surf....waded out, grabbed it, and flipped it in his direction....sure enough his attention turned to breakfast and we made a beeline for the treeline.

A Ruger Security Six in .357 Magnum would have made you feel better, just sayin'.

 

[Tom Horn]

"Superior it's said never gives up her dead when the witch of November comes stealin'".

If you ever get the chance, head up to the UP of Michigan and drive across to Copper Harbor....one of the wildest places left in North America. My first wife and I were walking the beach one morning and a HUGE black bear came up behind and started following us. Nobody around, nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Martha and the Vandellas). Can't outswim him, can't outrun him, can't outclimb him, sure can't outfight him.....now what? And just when it looked like things were about to go really wrong, there was a dead lake trout floating a couple yards out in the surf....waded out, grabbed it, and flipped it in his direction....sure enough his attention turned to breakfast and we made a beeline for the treeline.

A Ruger Security Six in .357 Magnum would have made you feel better, just sayin'.

I had a Ruger Speed Six years later....got stolen, still out on the streets of Phoenix far as I know....I never got it back. Thing is a family friend was deer hunting with a '94 Winchester 30.30, bear charged out of a blueberry patch, the round he fired ricocheted off it's forehead, it wobbled and kept coming....knocked him over backwards and stared down at him while he pissed himself...then just wandered off.

 

[Marion Morrison]

"Superior it's said never gives up her dead when the witch of November comes stealin'".

If you ever get the chance, head up to the UP of Michigan and drive across to Copper Harbor....one of the wildest places left in North America. My first wife and I were walking the beach one morning and a HUGE black bear came up behind and started following us. Nobody around, nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Martha and the Vandellas). Can't outswim him, can't outrun him, can't outclimb him, sure can't outfight him.....now what? And just when it looked like things were about to go really wrong, there was a dead lake trout floating a couple yards out in the surf....waded out, grabbed it, and flipped it in his direction....sure enough his attention turned to breakfast and we made a beeline for the treeline.

A Ruger Security Six in .357 Magnum would have made you feel better, just sayin'.

I had a Ruger Speed Six years later....got stolen, still out on the streets of Phoenix far as I know....I never got it back. Thing is a family friend was deer hunting with a '94 Winchester 30.30, bear charged out of a blueberry patch, the round he fired ricocheted off it's forehead, it wobbled and kept coming....knocked him over backwards and stared down at him while he pissed himself...then just wandered off.

Such is life. He couldn't rack off another round? I only carried that Ruger while bowhunting. You're not supposed to, but when there's a lot of bears around, well..