All Time Favourite Song Lyrics?

I'm young, So I'm allowed to say that.

point taken :-)


Neil when he was a mere child...sorta

I caught you knockin'
at my cellar door
I love you, baby,
can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

I hit the city and
I lost my band
I watched the needle
take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the song
because I love the man
I know that some
of you don't understand
Milk-blood
to keep from running out.

I've seen the needle
and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's
like a settin' sun.

________________

there's no point in musical snobbery - right?

every generation produces some magic - every generation also puts out a fair amount of crap

also - bonus: when you're older, you'll get to say that no one ever was - or ever will be - as good as Rise Against

(seriously though - Zeppelin is way better than whatever that stuff is you're listening to now)

truce?

:-)



[edit on 6/29/2010 by Spiramirabilis]

(seriously though - Zeppelin is way better than whatever that stuff is you're listening to now)

You're probably right in all honesty.

Here's to all round good music.

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:-)

cheers

Oh... Sorry but ive gotta add this one...



I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For ever' man that puts in a hard
Eight or ten hours a day of work and toil and sweat
Always got somebody lookin' down his neck
Tryin' to get more out of 'im
Than he really ought to have to put in.

After twenty-nine long years of workin'
In this shop with Oney standin' over me ...
Today when that old whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire ...

The superintendent just dropped by and said
They'd planned my little get together ...
Then he said I'd never a made it
If old Oney hadn't held me to the fire.

I've seen him in my dreams at night
And woke up in the mornin' feelin' tired ...
And old Oney don't remember, when I came here
How he tried to get me fired ...
With his folded hands behind him
Every mornin' Oney waited at the gate ...
Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder
Clockin' in five minutes late.

But today they'll gather 'round me
Like I've seen 'em do when any man retires
Then old Oney's gonna tell me
From now on I'm free to do what I desire ...

He'll present me with that little old gold watch
They give a man at times like this ...
But there's one thing he's not countin' on
Today's the day I give old Oney his.

I've been workin', buildin' muscles
Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft
And today about four-thirty
I'll make up for every good night's sleep I've lost ...
When I'm gone I'll be remembered
As the workin' man who put his point across
With a right hand full of knuckles
'Cause today I show old Oney who's the boss.

Hmmmm! What time is it? Four thirty!
Hey, Oney!
Oney! Ha ha ha ha!




RIP Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash

Bob Marley - War

'Until the philosophy which hold one race superior and another inferior
is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
everywhere is war

That until there are no longer
first class and second class citizen's of any nations
until the colour of a mans skin is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
me say war

that until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regards to race
me say war

until that day the dream of lasting peace
world citizenship and the rule of international morality
will remain but a fleeting illusion
to be pursued but never attained'

My fav part of that song, song with total meaning.

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It has to be from the song Lampshade by the band Kashmir.

making love to your kids is the last love that you will ever get

Great song, enjoy

Don't know why I posted those songs a few years ago on page one.

My how things change with time.

one i might cover

Buried deep beneath spoiled ground
My body craves formaldehyde withdrawals
Lying within dampened rot
Memories return and fade
Casket sealed shut
Still i remain
Alive-undead

Decrepit breath
Rotting limbs
I am an abortion
From the crypt
Dissection stiches
Along my chest
Strain to keep my organs inside

A lair of maggots
Imbedded in my brain
I hear their thoughts
As they guide my way

Inhuman craving
For salted flesh
A funeral birth
I shall never rest
Down below the cold earth

Decrepit breath
Rotting limbs
I am an abortion
From the crypt
Dissection stiches
Along my chest

Brian Eno - Sky Saw

All the Clouds Turn to Words
All the Words Float in Sequence
No One Knows What They Mean
Everyone Just Ignores Them

The Stone Roses ~ Tightrope.


Album ~ Second Coming 1994.

This words to this song just describe perfectly the way you feel when you're in love,,that sense it's everything,that it matters so much to you that you can fear of losing it


You should have been an angel, it would've suited you
My gold-leafed triptych angel, she knows just what to do
In the half light of morning, in a world between the sheets
I swear I saw her angel wing, my vision was complete

And I know I'll never want another lover, my sweet
Can there be more in this world than the
Joy of just watching you sleep?
I don't know just what to feel
Won't someone tell me my love's real?

Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand
Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?
Will the sun shine all sweetness and light
Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite?
I'm on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high
Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
I'm on a tightrope, one thing I've found
I don't know how to stop, and it's a
Long, long, long, long way down

She's all that ever mattered, and all that ever will
My cup, it runneth over, I'll never get my fill
The boats in the harbour, slip from their chains
Head for new horizons, let's do the same
I'm on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high
Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
I'm on a tightrope, one thing I've found
I don't know how to stop, and it's a tightrope baby
Nine miles high
Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
I'm on a tightrope, one thing I've found
I don't know how to stop, and it's a
Long, long, long, long way down