Favorite Song Lyrics

[iluvtogrograss]

Tombstone Blues By Bob Dylan


The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"

Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

 

[iluvtogrograss]

Subterranean Homesick Blues By Bob Dylan

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles

 

[iluvtogrograss]

Simple Twist Of Fate By Bob Dylan


They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin' by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

 

[iluvtogrograss]

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 By Bob Dylan


Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
They'll stone you when you are walking home.
They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

 

[iluvtogrograss]

Quinn The Eskimo By Bob Dylan


Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats,
Some are building monuments,
Others, jotting down notes,
Ev'rybody's in despair,
Ev'ry girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet,
But guarding fumes and making haste,
It ain't my cup of meat.
Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees,
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

A cat's meow and a cow's moo, I can recite 'em all,
Just tell me where it hurts yuh, honey,
And I'll tell you who to call.
Nobody can get no sleep,
There's someone on ev'ryone's toes
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

 

[iluvtogrograss]

Positively 4th St. By Bob Dylan


You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

 

[iluvtogrograss]

Bob Dylan is most definitely my favorite song writer. He is imo one of the greatest.

 

[lesterlong]

the pixies - where is my mind

ooooooh - stop

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind (3x)

Way out in the water
See it swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me koi koy

 

[Harry Gypsna]

Carter the Unstoppable Sex machine
Song title, Sheriff Fatman,

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, sherrif fatman

Noooow, Sherriff fatman started out in buisness as a "Granny farmer"
He was infamous for 15 minutes, and he appeared on panorama
Then he somehow himself onboard the starship enterprise allowance scheme,with a prince O' wales award 4 pushin valium and amphetamines.

Now hes movin on to 2nd base behind Nicholas van wotshisface,
at 6 foot 6 and a hundred tonnes, the undisputed king ofthe slums
More alias's than Klaus Barbie, the master butcher of Leigh-on-sea
just about to take the stage the only hold the front page,

Fatmans got something to sell, to the capital homeless,
For the "Crossroads motel" For the "No fixed abode'ers"
You can live life in style,or you can shrink in the closet
and if you flash him a smile
he'll take ur teeth as deposit

Theres bats in the belfry - the windows r jammed
The toilets aint healthy , - you dont give a damn
He just chuckles and smiles, n laughs like a madman, a born again rat-man, here comes
SHERRIFF FATMAAAAN
With his valium, amphetamines, and sick-notes and phoney prescriptions, and just when u thought it was safe to go back to the kitchen,
Dead-legs and cracked-heads,
bunk beds and breakfast- wake up u sleepy headcases
and check this.........

Moving up on to 2nd base behind nicholas van wotshisface
6 ft 6 and a hudred tonnes the undisputed king of the sloms more alias's then Kluas barbie, the master butcher of liegh on sea
Just about to take the stage, the one and only hold the front page
Move it up now trake your place, as nicholas van wotshisface
6 foot 6 and a hundred tonnes - The undisputed, king of the slums
More alias's than Kluas Barbie
The master butcher of Liegh-on-sea
In a hatch-back from Notre dame
the one only sheriff fatman

In goes another left hook and now im losing ma patience,
Someone call up Roger Cook, and the united nations
he buying up houses for the has-beens and healthy,
from lands end to south end and chealsea,
Theres bats in the belfry the windows are jammed
the toilets arent helth youdont give a damn,
just chuckles and smiles and laughs like a madman,
Ladies and gentlemen- I give you
SHERIFF FATMAN

This song is all about Nicholas Van Hoogstraateen,- the notorius slum lord in london who was sent down a couple o yrs backfor aving his buisness partner knocked off-he was released on appeal, shows what money'll getya

 

[sunnyside]

Ben Harper - Excuse Me Mr. Lyrics
Excuse me Mr.
do you have the time
or are you so important
that it stands still for you

excuse me Mr.
lend me your ear
or are you not only blind
but do you not hear

excuse me Mr.
isn't that you oil in the sea
and the pollution in the air Mr.
whose could that be

excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you

so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in front of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame

and I've seen enough to know
that I've seen too much

excuse me Mr.
take a look around
Mr. just look up
and you will see it comin' down

excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you

so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in fron of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame

and I've seen enough to know
that I've seen too much

so Mr. when you're rattling
on heaven's gate
let me tell you Mr.
by the it is too late

cause Mr. when you get there
they don't ask how much you saved
all the'll want to know, Mr.
Is what you gave

excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you

so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in fron of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame

 

[Harry Gypsna]

carter the unstoppable sex macine

carter the unstoppable sex macine

Travis

I'm not a racist but i am
I served my time in vietnam
Igot 3 jobs,- this is 1, sumtimes I wish I'd keopt my gun.
This countries going down the tubes,
I cant afford to pay my dues
Unless you've got some sponsorship, 4 christs sake buddy

DONT GET SICK
DONT GROW O-OOLD
DONT BE POOR
DO WHAT YOUR TO-OOLD

Ur from Europe - So am I
I came here in 1955
Half american - half asleep some day I'll wake up on the washed up streets
CIA -KGB,
It's all the same conspiracy
The whole damned countries on the skids,
You better tell your kids....

DONT GET SICK
DONT GROW O-OOLD
DONT BE POOR
DO WHAT UR TO-OOLD

.....take it 2 the bridge
(guitar solo)

Keep the meter runnin
til we reach our destination
the grim reaper, isnt coming
He's been otherwise detained
With apocalypse so practiced
and his other occupation
behind the wheel
Of this taxi-cab
Its driving me insane

were gonna take 4000 headers - on a bus ride
and trip in2 the sea-side
where sun will em warm
u can die in uniform
I live out on the freeway
wait until the car breaks down,
Nopw take the american dream to bed
OR 1 OF THESE DAYS UR GONNA WIND UP DEAD

song ends with more guitar solo

 

[Harry Gypsna]

The boatman by the Levellers

If I could choose the life I please - Then I would be a boatman
On the canals and the rivers free no hasty words r spoken
My only Law is the river breeze ,
that takes me to the open seas
If I could choose the life I please, then I would be a boatman

If I could choose the life I please, then I would be a roamer
and if the road was not for me, then i would choose another
Across mountains and the valleys deep,
Where I will take these weary feet,
If I could choose the life I please, then I would be a roamer

But these things they're so hard for me,
I cannot choose my own destiny,
and all of the things that I want to see,
are so uncle-ee-ee-ean

Well I wish I could choose the life I please, I am not a free man.
Others rule my destiny, but my wills never broken
I know some day, I wil be
everything that I dreamd Id be

And when I live the life I please, then I will be a free man

I know some day, I will be
Everything that I dreamed Id be
And when I live the life I please then I wil be a free man

And when i live the life I please, then I will be a free man.

 

[Harry Gypsna]

The Battle of the baenfield By the Levellers

Ithought I heard something calling me
Id seen the pictures on TV
So I made up[ my mind that Id go and see,
With my own eyes

Didnt take too long,
to hitch a ride
With a guy, movin south
to start a new life
Past the place where my friend died 2 years ago

found a 302, at the end of the road,
flashing lights - Exclusion zone
and it made me think its not just the stones that theyre guarding

Hey now cant you see
Theres nothing here that u8 can call free
Theyre geting their kicks
theyre laughing at you and me

(Police sirens, and bass drum imatiating heatbeat)

As the sun rose the beanfield,
They came like wolves fom the fold
And though they did give warning,
They took their bllody toll
I sen a pregnat woman
Lying in bllod of her own
I swa her childeren crying as the police
tore apart their home
And though they did give their reasons
Its what your votes condone
It seems theyd comitted treason
By trying to live on the road and i said

Hey now cant you see
theres nothing here that you can call free
Theyre getting their kicks
theyre laughing at u and me

(Chorus repeat and fade out)

 

[Harry Gypsna]

Liberty, By the Levellers

Theres 1 too many, 2 too many
holes, getting bigger
in the garden wall
the people loking in
they getting bigger, getting bad
theyre tryina suss it all

theyre tryina get 2 me
2 take my liberty
Gotta go go, get out of here
run away away
They dont want me here
gotta go
get outta here go home

This means nothing 2 me 2 me
The way we all were is the way that I wanna be
This ,means nothing 2 me 2 me
The way we all were, is they that I wanna be

Theyre sending in the elite, complete with guns
to advertise the way 2 go
Theyll be faxing thru the facts to make it clear
that theyre the ones who know

theyre tryina get 2 me
2 take my liberty
gotta go go
get outta here
run away away
they dont want me here
gotta go,
get outta here go home

I said this means nothing 2 me 2 me
The way we all were is the way that I wanna be
This means nothing 2 me 2 me
The way we all were is the way that I wanna be

 

[Guest]

Moonshine Whiskey - Van Morrison

Oh, she give me moonshine whiskey
Oh, she give me southern love
Deep in the heart of texas
There beneath the stars above
Oh, she give me southern comfort
Oh, she give me moonshine love
Deep in the heart of texas
There beneath the stars above

Here I am riding on a train
Just about thunderballs down the line
Just can’t wait any longer
See that little darling of mine
See that little darling of mine

She’s my texas sweetheart
Part from arkansas
Then we’re dancing
Across the floor
And a band was playing
People were swayin’, to and fro
Streamline promenade
Streamline promenade
And I said, "wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute
I’m gonna take a plane
Come with me tonight"
Gonna put on my hot pants
And promenade down funky broadway ’till the cows
come home
La la la da.....
Oh streamline promenade
Promenade streamline
Streamline promenade
Promenade streamline
Think I’m gonna promenade all night

Oh, she give me moonshine whiskey
Oh, she give me southern love
Deep in the heart of texas
There beneath the stars above
Oh, she give me southern comfort
Oh, she give me moonshine love
Deep in the heart of texas
There beneath the stars above

Listen, here we are
Thinking about time
When I resist here and now
And I just want to lie my feet on a river bed
instead
Can’t wait any longer
For the sign
I want to get down some time in the water

Watch the fish in the water
Bubbles, watch the bubbles come up in the water
Promenade streamline in the water
Streamline promenade, get funky
Promenade streamline, funky as you want to be
La da da.....
Streamline promenade
Well, I feel alright tonight
Streamline promenade

Oh, she give me moonshine whiskey
Oh, she give me southern love
Oh, she give me moonshine whiskey
Oh, she give me southern love
She give me southern love
Child, she give me southern love.....

I hadn't posted here in a while and heard this just a few minutes ago and it kicked ass.

Tex

 

[ledhed]

Damn TK, I been thinking about this thread for the last couple weeks. Thanks for firing it back up.

Here's the first of my contributions for this round.

Babylon System
Bob Marley


We refuse to be
What you wanted us to be
We are what we are
That's the way it's going to be, if you don't know
You can't educate I
For no equal opportunity
Talking about my freedom
People freedom and liberty

Yeah, we've been trodding on
The winepress much too long
Rebel, Rebel
We've been trodding on the
Winepress much too long, Rebel

Babylon System is the Vampire
Sucking the children day by day
Me say the Babylon System is the Vampire
Sucking the blood of the sufferers
Building church and university
Deceiving the people continually
Me say them graduating thieves and murderers
Look out now
Sucking the blood of the sufferers

Tell the children the truth
Tell the children the truth
Tell the children the truth right now
Come on and tell the children the truth


'Cause we've been trodding on
The winepress much too long
Got to Rebel, Got to Rebel Now

We've been taken for granted
Much too long, Rebel


From the very day we left the shores
Of our father's land
We've been trampled on, oh now
Now we know everything we got to rebel
Somebody got to pay for the work
We've done, Rebel

 

[ledhed]

One more, my favorite Marley song, hands down.

Maybe my favorite song, period. Damn, this old atheist led head never thought he'd ever admit to that...

Redemtion Song

Old pirates yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I from the
Bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the almighty
We forward in this generation triumphantly
Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had redemption songs, redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

Won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, redemption songs, redemption songs, redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Yes some say it's just part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

Won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, redemption songs
All I ever had, redemption songs
These songs of freedom, songs of freedom

 

[Guest]

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds


I love that line

Tex

 

[Guest]

Toots and the Maytals with Willie Nelson
True Love

Still is still moving to me
I swim like a fish in the sea
All the time
But if that's what it takes to be free
I don't mind
Still is still moving to me
Still is still moving to me

And it's hard to explain how I feel
It won't go in words
But I know that it's real
I can be moving or I can be still
But still is still moving to me
Still is still moving to me

 

[Guest]

Megadeth - Rust In Peace

Holy Wars...The Punishment Due

Brother will kill brother,spilling blood across the land
killing for religion,something I don't understand.

Fools like me,who cross the sea
and come to foreign lands.
Ask the sheep,for their beliefs
"do you kill on Gods command?"

A country that's divided
surely will not stand.
My past erased,no one disgraced
no foolish naive stand.

The end is near,it's crystal clear
part of the master plan.
Don't look now to Israel
it might be your homelands - Holy Wars.

Upon my podium - as the know it all scholar.
Down in my seat of judgement - gavels bang,uphold the law.
Up on my soapbox - a leader out to change the world.
Down in my pulpit - as the holier than thou could be messenger of God.