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posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 11:48 AM
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reply to post by Rising Against
 


would Dylan be considered cheating?

or - just lazy?

:-)




posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 11:50 AM
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reply to post by Spiramirabilis
 


Hmmmm You decide




[edit on 26-1-2010 by Rising Against]



posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 12:20 PM
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reply to post by Rising Against
 


my head hurts

I simply do not know where to start - like a kid in a candy store

plus - I'm supposed to be doing something else...

I hate this place

(don't tell anyone I said that)

anyhow - I will return to this - later

:-)



posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 12:26 PM
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Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

Bob Dylan - It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

We are not worthy



posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 12:31 PM
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We are not worthy


:-)

that's what I'm sayin'

I don't even know where to start...

(that was a pretty good start)



posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 01:31 PM
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well - because I have no will power, no ability to focus - and no sense of direction whatsoever - here's this:

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.
_______________

for now - this will be my very first incredible lazy submission. I mean, seriously - without barely even trying at all :-)

A poem, a song and a story...

it needs to be said - there are many, many great songwriters out there - but it would be pretty easy to flood your thread with nothing but Dylan.

I promise - I won't

:-)



posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 01:36 PM
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it needs to be said - there are many, many great songwriters out there - but it would be pretty easy to flood your thread with nothing but Dylan.

I promise - I won't

:-)


haha if its good lyrics then i wanna know AALLLLLLLLLLLLL about it lol





EDIT: to fix rookie mistake


[edit on 26-1-2010 by Rising Against]



posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 01:46 PM
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haha if its good lyrics then i wanna know about AALLLLLLLLLLLLL it lol


:-) most excellent

and - an admirable desire - I hope this thread goes on for a very long time

I feel the same - I love to hear what's meaningful to everybody else - I want to hear it all too

later Rising - I'm going to go off and pretend I'm doing something useful for a while



posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 01:49 PM
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btw just realized I wrote that completely wrong *FACEPALM*

But I do very much enjoy hearing lyrics from music (whether music is on or not) because some songs have the most amazing messages in them and I love reading them as well as hearing them.



posted on Jan, 26 2010 @ 03:00 PM
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Dashboard Confessional - Hell on the Throat (Lovelovelove!)

A line of strands to mark the trail
No one said it would be easy
I must admit I thought the risk
Was better waged in younger seasons


And all these years in the cold play hell on the throat
'Till everything I say burns like cinders
Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
In the crease of a strangling winter
It's strange to be lost, stranger to belong
On the strings of a twisting line


Along the way the turns are sharp
No one said it would be easy
I must admit, I thought the trip
Was better made in the younger seasons


But all these years in pursuit made a man of a fool
'Till every word I say is unwavered
Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
In the case of a selfish believer
It's strange to be lost, stranger still to belong
On the strings of a twisting line


Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
In the case of a selfish believer
It's strange to be lost, stranger still to belong
On the strings of a twisting line


And when the path I have made from the grass to the grave
I will love you still
And when the sand turns to glass and all that's left is the past
I will love you still



posted on Jan, 27 2010 @ 12:25 PM
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Damn you OP!

ok...off the top of my head I am going with Human - Human League

Come on, baby, dry your eyes
Wipe your tears
Never like to see you cry
Won't you please forgive me ?

I wouldn't ever try to hurt you
I just needed someone to hold me
To fill the void while you were gone
To fill this space of emptiness

I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
Human
Born to make mistakes

So many nights I longed to hold you
So many times I looked and saw your face
Nothing could change the way I feel
No-one else could ever take your place

I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
Human
Born to make mistakes

I am just a man

Please forgive me

The tears I cry aren't tears of pain
They're only to hide my guilt and shame
I forgive you now I ask the same of you
While we were apart I was human too

I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
I am just a man
Human
Born to make mistakes

-Kyo



posted on Jan, 27 2010 @ 09:46 PM
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Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey Blue, there is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well ther're so many sinking now
You've got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs, lots of laughs
Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go
Well I don't think so
But I'm gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love you

Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you'll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me
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Blue
Joni Mitchell



posted on Jan, 28 2010 @ 10:15 AM
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Originally posted by Spiramirabilis
reply to post by Rising Against
 


would Dylan be considered cheating?

or - just lazy?

:-)


I was thinking the exact same thing. To me there is no storyteller quite like Dylan. I'd say lyrically, most of my favorite songs are songs that he has written. I also enjoy a lot of Neil Youngs lyrics.



posted on Jan, 30 2010 @ 04:11 PM
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When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold.
But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down.
But now that I have gone from here there's no place I'd rather be
than to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world.
On October's last I'll fly back home rolling down winding way.
Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field I lay
and all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave.
Oh but summer is gone I remember it best
Back in the good old world.

______________________________
Back In The Good Old World
Tom Waits



posted on Jan, 30 2010 @ 04:16 PM
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"I love you ...
You pay my rent"


PSB




[edit on 30 Jan 2010 by schrodingers dog]



posted on Jan, 30 2010 @ 04:17 PM
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reply to post by RealOrNot
 


:-)

sorry - I must have fallen asleep there for a bit....



I was thinking the exact same thing. To me there is no storyteller quite like Dylan. I'd say lyrically, most of my favorite songs are songs that he has written.


I used to have a book with all of Bob Dylan's lyrics (up to that point - was a while back)

I loved that book :-) It went missing. I suspect it was lifted by one of my friends

to me it's just as good either way - with or without music



I also enjoy a lot of Neil Youngs lyrics.


me too :-)



posted on Jan, 30 2010 @ 04:20 PM
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LOL!

also: ???

P.S. your avatar is a perfect picture of my current predicament



posted on Jan, 30 2010 @ 04:22 PM
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Originally posted by Spiramirabilis
reply to post by schrodingers dog
 


also: ???


In a continuing teenage angst residual momentumz ...


P.S. your avatar is a perfect picture of my current predicament





posted on Jan, 30 2010 @ 05:49 PM
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Incredible String Band - Ducks On A Pond



Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond
Very pretty swimming round
The lion and the unicorn journey very far
The answers are the question, sir
The lady soothes the lion's fur
Meek as a lamb he follows her
Wherever angels are

Sing me something
I asked the ice it would not say
But only cracked or moved away
I thought I knew me yesterday
Whoever sings this song

Greetings on you kings in the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds across the sky

Moving pieces on the plains of Troy
Carving faces on the rocks of joy
Pretty lady washing the tiles
Soapy pictures like crocodiles

Chilly winds blowing
Lovely spring coming soon

I wear my body like a caravan
Gipsy rover in a magic land
Misty mountains where the eagles fly
Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry

I had a little letter full of paper

Inky scratches everywhere
Always looking, looking for a paradise island
Help me find it everywhere

Peacocks talking of the colour grey
Awaking soundly in darkest day
A howling tempest on a silent sea
Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree

Mad as the moon when Merlin falls
Silver castles and silver halls
Taking lessons from the piper's son
Learn to play while the world is young

Boys and girls come out to play
The moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep
And join your playfellows in the street
Come with a whoop or come with a call
Come with a goodwill or not at all
Up the ladder and down the wall
A ha'penny loaf will serve for all

Following my fortune now the Holy Grail is found
And the Holy Bread of Heaven it is given all around
Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world any more

Poor as the birds but to give their song away
Gathering possessions round to make a bright array
Dark was the night, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world anymore.



posted on Jan, 30 2010 @ 06:04 PM
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Incredible String Band - The Juggler's Song


Gather round friends and I'll show you what I made
Something in my bag that'll surprise you all
It's a secret, don't push, I'm not ready
Something to dazzle your eyes -oo-

Something to blow your mind away
Something that I made today

The first little ball is red and green
Oh, it's pretty
Yes I know what you mean
I call it substance, do dio do
And what it will do I just don't know

But the trees may whisper and the hills may grow
While it's changing

The first and only juggler, Oh I must be the best
I love to see the rings spin, never at rest
Up in the air and back to me
What it will do I just can't see

Something to blow your mind away
Something that I made today

The next little ball is silver and black
See it chase the first one forward and back
I call it space, do dio dio dio
What it will do I just don't know

But it seems to make a difference just to have it so
While it's changing

The next little ball is too hot to hold
I have to keep tossing it and I hope it gets cold
I call it powerrrr do dio do
What it will do I just don't know

But it seems to make the whole thing...(*?*)
rattle and go
While it's changing

The first and only juggler, and I must be the best
I love to see the rings spin, never at rest
Up in the air and back to me
And what it will do I just can't see

Something to blow your mind away
Something that I made today

The next little ball is orange and blue
I can't juggle four so I'll toss it to you
And I call it time....





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