Since there was so much discussion about lyrics over on Religious Musings I thought why not bring it here? Great lyrics, awful lyrics, misheard lyrics, favorite lyrics, funny lyrics. Step right up and talk about 'em all here, folks! Only cost ya a-- Well, by golly, now that I think about it it won't cost ya a durned thing a'tall!

Okay, here's a collection of songs whose lyrics are the most significant to me. In no particular order:

"One Big Sky" - Kansas
"Under one big sky a voice is trying to be heard
But in a world where love has died
The voice seems so absurd.
We are children of the future.
Maybe we're just passing through here.
All depends on what you do here.
Under one big sky."

"Under the Milky Way" - The Church
"And it's something quite peculiar.
Something shimmering and white.
It leads you here,
Despite your destination,
Under the Milky Way tonight.

"Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might've known what you would find."

"Rockin' In the Free World" - Neil Young
"The colors on the street
Red, white and blue.
People shufflin' their feet,
People sleepin' in their shoes.
There's a warnin' sign on the road ahead.
There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead.
Don't feel like Satan,
But I am to them.
So I try to forget it anyway I can.

Keep on rockin' in the free world."

"Foolin' Yourself (The Angry Young Man)" - Styx
"You see the world through your cynical eyes.
You're a troubled young man I can tell.
You got it all in the palms of your hands.
But your hands are wet with sweat
Your head needs a rest.

"You're foolin' yourself
You don't believe it.
You're killin' yourself
You don't believe it.

"Get up!
Get back on your feet
You're the one they can't beat."

"Camera" - R.E.M.
"Alone in a crowd."

"Should I See" - Frozen Ghost
"How can you censor my thoughts?
What is right, what is not?
How is it you decide
What I should feel inside?
Quoting God as you discus
What is wrong and right for us.
You inundate us with your views.
You take away my right to choose.

"You take away freedom of choice.
You take away my right to voice
All my beliefs and all my views.
You take away my right to choose.

"Show me what should I see.
Make my mind up for me.
Show me what should I see.
Make my mind up for me.
What should I see?"

"Who's Behind the Door?" - Zebra
"We sailed away.
We walked a thousand miles
And then we slipped away.
And we looked so hard,
But couldn't seem to find just what the world was for.
But now we know
What the journey's for.

"Look at the distant stars.
Think about what you are.

"How can we find out more?
Who owns the keyless door?
Where does the circle end?
Who are the unwatched men?
Where do we go from here?
Faith is a fading fear.
Life is a waiting room.
Hope they don't me soon"

"The Door Into Summer" - The Monkees
"Well it's fool's gold stacked up all around him.
From a killing in the markets of the war.
The children left King Midas there
As they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more.

"And he thought he heard the echoes of a oenny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted lines of curcus wagons in the sands
Fading through the door into summer."

"Shades of Grey" - The Monkees
"But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white.
Only shades of grey."

"Life Is Minestrone" - 10cc

"Life is minestrone...
Death is a cold lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze.
Life is fire on flaming brandy
And the crepe suzettes.
Let's take a moment to get hungry, But let us not forget
"Life is a minestrone."
Sorry to be so long winded.

And now if y'all don't mind, here's the complete lyrics of two of my favorite songs by the Kinks. They're in chronological order.

"Celluloid Heroes"

"Everybody's a dreamer
And everybody's a star
And everybody's in movies
It doesn't matter who you are.

"There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street
And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard,
Their names are written in concrete.

"Don't tread on Greta Garbo
As walk down the boulevard.
She looks so weak and fragile
That's why she tried to be so hard.
But they turned her into a princess
And sat her on a throne.
But she turned her back on stardom
Because she wanted to be alone.

"You can see all the stars
As you walk down Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognize,
Some that you've hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered
And struggled for fame.
Some who succeeded,
And some who suffered in vain.

"Rudolph Valentino
Looks very much alive.
And he looks up ladies' dresses
As they sadly pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cos he's liable to turn and bite.
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life.
If you covered in garbage
George Sanders would still have style.
And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney
He would still turn round and smile.
But please don't tread on dearest Marylin
'Cos she's not very tough.
Should been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

"You can see all the stars as you walk
Down Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognize,
Some that you hardly even hear of.
People who worked and suffered
And struggled for fame.
Some who succeeded and some who succeeeded
And some who suffered in vain.

"Everybody's a dreamer
And everybody's a star
And everybody's in showbiz
It doesn't matter who you are.
And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard.
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along Hollywood Boulevard.

"I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show;
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes.
Because celluloid heroes never feeling any pain.
And celluloid heroes never really die."

And now, the Kinks' "A Rock and Roll Fantasy". Not to be confused with the Bad Company song ("Here comes the jesters...)

"A Rock and Roll Fantasy"

"Hello you.
Hello me.
Hello people
We used to be.
Isn't it strange?
We never change.
We've been through it all
Yet we're still the same.

"And I know
It's a miracle we're still going.
For all we know,
We might still have a way to go.

"Hello me.
Hello you.
You say you want out,
Wanna start anew.
Throw in your hand,
Break up the band,
Start a new life,
Be a new man.

"But for all know
We might still have a way to go.
Before you go,
There's something you ought to know.

"There's this guy in my block
He lives for rock.
He plays records day and night.
And when he feels down
He puts some rock and roll on,
'Cos it makes him feel alright.
And when he feels the world's closing in,
He turns the stereo way up high.

"He just spends his life
Living in a rock and roll fantasy.
He just spends his life
Living on the edge of reality.
He just spends his life
In a rock and roll fantasy.

"He just spends his life
Living in a rock and roll fantasy.

"Look at me.
Look at you.
You say we've got
Nothing left to prove.
The King is Dead.
Rock is done.
You might be through,
But I've just begun.

"I don't know.
I feel free
And I won't let go.
Before you go,
There's something you ought to know

"Dan is a fan
And he lives for our music.
It's the only thing that gets him by.
He's watched us grow
And he's seen all our shows.
He's seen us low and he's seen us high.

"But you and me keep thinking
That's the world's just passing us by.

"Don't wanna spend my life
Living in a rock and roll fantasy.
Don't wanna live my life
Living on the edge of reality.
Don't wanna waste my life
Hiding away anymore.

"Don't wanna spend my life
Living in a rock and roll fantasy."

Both songs copyrighted by Mr. Raymond Douglas Davies.

And you can tell everybody
this is your song
It may be quite simple but
now that it's done

I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
that I put down in words
How wonderful life is
while you're in the world

Elton, eh?

Yep.

You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometime, you might find...
You get what you need.

There's and old Australian Stockman lyin', dyin'.
And he gets himself up onto one elbow, and turns to his mates that are all gathered 'round and he says,

Watch me wallabies feed, mate, watch me wallabies feed.
They're a dangerous breed mate, so watch me wallabies feed ...
All together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.

And mind me platypus duck, Bill, mind me platypus duck.
Ah, like don't let him go runnin' amuck, Bill.
Just mind me platypus duck ...
All together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.

And take me koala back, Jack, take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mack,
So take me koala back ...
All together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.

And let me Abo's go loose, Lou, let me Abo's go loose.
They're of no further use, Lou.
So let me Abo's go loose ...
All together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.

(in pain of death)
Play yer digerie-doo, Blue, play yer digerie-doo ...
Ah, like, keep playin' 'til I shoot through, Blue.
Play yer digerie-doo ...
All together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.

(in worse pain of death)
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred, tan me hide when I'm dead ...
So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde,
And that's it hangin' on the shed ...
All together now

Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.

"Foolin' Yourself (The Angry Young Man)" - Styx
Gosh, who does this remind us of?

Some lyrics that always get to me, right in the heart, and I cry everytime I hear them or even sing them, in my own haphazard way are:

Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow (the Rivingtons)

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow

Funniest sound I ever heard
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But I can't understand a single word
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well if he's serious or if he's playin'
Woo my my it's all he's sayin

Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)

Well hey there mama, tell me what's your name?
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well don't you come around and show your face
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But hearing the sound I can't figure it out
Oo-wee this sound makes me stop and shout

Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)

Doot doot doot
Doot doot doot
Doot doot doot
A papa-papa-papa-papa-oom-mow-mow
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot

Well I hear this sound everywhere I go
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
From the record, TV, or the radio
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But now it's spreadin' all through the land
I still can't seem to understand

Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)

Gotta love The Trashmen's Surfin' Bird, which combines Pa-pa-Oom-Mow-Mow and The Bird is the Word, too.
Here's a link for An Informal History of Bubblegum Music, if anyone's interested.

How about:

Oliver's Good Morning, Starshine?
Good morning starshine
The earth says "Hello"
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing saong
Gliddy glup gloopy
Nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo
Sabba Sibby sabba
Nooby abba nabba le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early morning singing song

Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song
Gliddy glup gloopy
Nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo
Sabba Sibby sabba
Nooby abba nabba le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early morning singing song
Singing a song, humming a song
Singing a song loving a song
Laughing a song
Sing the son, sing the song
Song the sing
Song, song, song, sing
Sing, sing, sing, song

(how can someone not love a song with lyrics like those?).

I guess you know Oliver died last year?

Styx's "Foolin' Yourself" was an important song to me at the time of its release. Coupled with Wings' "With A Little Luck", they kinda helped me out.

Scott, my favorite Stones song would probably be "Wild Horses". After that are "Gimme Shelter", "Paint It Black" and "Sympathy For the Devil".

"Tie Me Kangeroo Down, Sport"? What are drinking over in Richland Hills, Derf? I'll try some. (I have drank alcohol since Thanksgiving. Every week I say I'm gonna get a twelve pack. And do I? Nooo!)

A long, long time ago...

[c'mon, you know the rest...]

In a galaxy far, far away?

..I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.
I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance, and maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver, with every paper I delivered. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride, but something touched me deep inside, the day the music died.

I'll let someone else take it from here....

Did you write the book of love,
And do you believe in G-d above?
If the Bible tells you so...
Well, do you believe in Rock 'n' Roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym1
You both kicked off your shoes!
Man I dig those rhythmic moves!
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The Day the Music Died...

So 'bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinking
Whiskey and rye
Saying, "This'll be the day that I die.
This could be the day that I die."

Isn't "Whiskey and Rye" the same thing? It's like singing "Scotch and Bourbon" ... (I know ... a different twist on the same recipe makes for NOT the same thing, but in the context of this song, I sense no difference.)

Whiskey is the general term while Scotch, Bourbon and Rye are sub-classifications (much like Champagne, Chardonnay and Port would be sub-classifications of the general term Wine.) Perhaps he should have used "vodka and rye"...nah, doesn't work. Gotta give these guys poetic license sometimes.

Best openeing lines of a song that I have yet to hear:

Carmen must have been the Devil's Daughter
At least he taught her how to wear her clothes
And the boys all followed her to the slaughter
Where they fell like a row of dominoes.

"Row of Dominoes" by Butch Hancock

Poured my bevvy down the lavvy but the lavvy was dry...

My, my that little Anakin guy
Maybe Vader someday later,
But today a small fry.
He left his home
And kissed his Mommy goodbye,
Saying, "One day I'll be a Jedi'
Someday soon I'm gonna be a Jedi."

A long long time ago...
I can still remember
How Unix™ used to make me smile.
And I knew that with a login name,
That I could play those Unix games,
And maybe hack some programs for a while...
But February made me shiver,
With every program I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep,
I couldn't read one more spec.
I don't remember getting smashed
When I heard about the system crash.
But all the passwords got rehashed.
The Day That Unix Died...

So...

Bye, Bye nroff, rogue and vi.
Gave my program to Phil Levy, but Phil Levy was high.
Them boys on the board were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die...

Copyright © 1984 Scott Neugroschl, Cathy Flint, and Eric Griswold
With apologies to Don MacLean

"Gunter glieben glauchen globen" -- Rock of Ages, Def Leppard

(and yes, that's the proper spelling, straight off their site).

"I got something to say!"

Didn't the Offspring sample that for the opening of "Pretty Fly For a White Guy"? (The duetsch opening of "R.o.A.")

I wish I could remember it, but The Bob Rivers Comedy Corp. had a parody of "American Pie". It was "Why Did Madonna Kill 'American Pie'?" It's hilarious!

Liked your parody, too, Scott.

Thanks, Benn... We actually did all 6 verses... I'll post them all if asked, but it's rather long, and kind of specific to UC Santa Cruz in the early '80s.

Hey! If nobody else'll read 'em, I will. I like a good parody.

OK, Here it is. Anyone unhappy can blame Benn

UNIX PIE -- A song describing the strange happenings at UCSC when the system
crashed (with apologies to Don Maclean)
Copyright © 1984, 2001 Scott Neugroschl, Cathy Flint, and Eric Griswold


Long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How UNIX used to make me smile.
And I knew that with a login name
That I could play those UNIX games
And maybe hack some programs for a while...
But February made me shiver
With every program I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep,
I couldn't read one more spec.
I don't remember getting smashed
When I heard about the system crash,
But all the passwords got rehashed...
The Day That UNIX Died...

So...

<<chorus>>:
Bye, bye nroff, rogue and vi.
Gave my program to Phil Levy but Phil Levy was high.
Them boys on the board were drinking whisky and rye
Singing "System just went down so good-bye,
The System just went down so good-bye ..."

Well, did you write the new game shell,
Do you believe in the manual,
If b:dennie tells you so...
Well do you believe in UNIX B?
Can hacking save your sanity?
And can you tell me why vi's so slow?
Well I know that your in love with C,
'Cause I saw your code out on /b.
You sat down, kicked off your shoes,
Then you cleaned up every kludge!!!
I was a lonely young computer geek
With a program due most every week,
But I knew I was meant to freak,
The Day That UNIX Died,

So...
<<chorus>>

Now for ten weeks we've been in this class,
The professor really is an ass,
But that's not how it used to be...
When Ira Pohl taught in CIS 12,
And user limits could go to hell,
And there was still space on UNIX B.
Oh and while the board was lookin' round
The Chancellor brought the budget down!
Classes were adjourned,
Evaluations weren't returned!
And while Huffman read a book by Pohl
The CIS board made some prof's heads roll
And we wrote programs that weren't whole.
The Day That Unix Died.

And we were singin'
<<chorus>>


Helter, skelter in the summer swelter,
Go in the lab to find some shelter,
90 degrees and risin' FAAAASSSSSTTT!!!
C stayed up for ten whole days,
The hackers really were amazed,
Wondering how long it all were last.
Well UNDR-FORUM was really great,
Nobody got us all irate,
We had a stroke of luck,
The system still stayed up!!!
'Caus the hackers kept their code real clean,
4.2 was really keen.
Do you recall what was the scene
The Day That UNIX Died.

And we were singin'
<<chorus>>


Our programs were all in one place
Unix had run out of space
With no time left to start again.
So Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Use every programming trick
'Cause Unix may soon crash again.
But as I watched the system fill,
My login shell would soon be killed!!
The system just went down,
There's panic up at Crown!!!
And as the time went by into the night
and all that we could do was write(1),
I saw Dennie laughing with delight,
The Day That UNIX Died.

And he was singin'
<<chorus>>

I met a girl who sang the blues,
And asked her for some stat lab news,
But she said that she was not from Crown.
I went down through the stat lab door,
Where I'd learned of UNIX years before,
But they said the system was still down.
And in the halls the students screamed,
The majors cried and the hackers dreamed,
But not a word was spoken,
The VAXen all were broken.
And the three folks I admire most,
The Father, Frank, and a.g.'s ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast.
The Day That UNIX Died.

And they were singin'
<<chorus>>

<< final chorus >>

==================
NOTES:

This was written based on the UC Santa Cruz computing system in 1984.
A few notes follow:

• UNIX B: open access UNIX system
• UNIX C: class accounts, vax.
• 4.2: UNIX 4.2BSD
• Phil Levy, Ira Pohl, David Huffman: Professors in the CIS department at UCSC
• CIS: Computer and Information Systems
• Dennie, b:dennie : Dennie Van Tassel, sysadmin at UCSC at that time
• Evaluations: In the early '80s UCSC did not give grades, students got a written evaluation
• UNDR-Forum: one of the local bulletin boards
• The Father, Frank, and a.g.'s ghost: UNDR-Forum personalities
• Crown, stat lab: a hacker hangout
• Game Shell: the "official" interface to games
• Rehashed: Early versions of BSD used to give out the message "Rehashing password file -- please wait", usually when you were trying to do something important
• nroff: early markup-based text formatter
• rogue: prototype screen based dungeon game. Forerunner to nethack.
• vi: an editor

Hey, f anybody who didn't like it or wants to blame me. I liked it. Thanks Scott!

If you ask me, ther's not much that can compeat with the power of Bob Dylan. What could be more signifigant that soul searching wordplay like "On the Road Again?"

Well, I woke up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearin'
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?

Well, I go to pet your monkey
I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace
And you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?

Well, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird.

Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real.

Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler
He's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?

The Rolling Stones have been so categorized as the bad boy rebels, demonic desciples, and white-boy bluesmen of the 1960's that many people sometimes forget how many intelligent, thoughtful lyrics Jagger and Richard wrote. One 1967 song from the Satanic Majesties album has a peculiar kind of relevance to today as well as being prophetic. The song is "2000 Man", not one of the more remembered Stones songs from that era. In "2000 Man", Mick Jagger examines the generation gap and rebellion against the establishment that was occuring during the late 1960's. The point of the song was that the young people of the 60's, when they had kids of their own by the year 2000, would be just as alienated from and unable to understand the world of their kids as their parents were. One of the startling predictions made by the song was that husbands would be having extra-marital affairs solely via computer in the year 2000!

I guess you know Oliver died last year?
Yes, I did, Benn. It was sad, of course. I never thought he was great but I liked some of his stuff.

And do you believe in G-d above?
Actually, Scott, some of those lyrics are thus:

And do you have faith in G-d above
If the Bible tells you so?

Now do you believe in rock and roll?

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

and I love your parody, even though I don't understand some of it, not really being into Unix at all, but I can get the gist of the parody.

Santa Cruz! Scott! That's my birthplace! I love Santa Cruz! But I wouldn't wanna live there anymore. Too expensive, but I got a sister who lives there with her 3rd husband and 3 girls.

On their Dynasty album, KISS did a cover of "2000 Man".

If anyone can decipher the lyrics to Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit", please e-mail them to me at abomb@nitcentral.com. For the life of me, I can't understand one word, even though it is a great song.

Hmmm...Can I understand the words to ANY Nirvana song? Hmmm..."All Apologize" maybe...At least they're not as bad as Pearl Jam
*groans incoherently*
They play great, but singing that sounds like constipated camels just doesn't work for me.

How about the lyrics to Tom Petty's "Here Comes My Girl"?

Adam, I just sent you a copy of the lyrics to "Teen Spirit". As I said in my email, these were taken mostly from the cassette single, "Lithium". The album, Nevermind provided a couple of extra lines in the chorus.

I'll have to listen to TP again before I can give you the lyrics to "Here Comes My Girl", Scott. Off hand, all I can remember is the chorus, "Here comes my girl/Here comes my girl/Yeah, she looks alright/She is all I need tonight." I haven't played any TP in a while, though, so this could take a while. Once I pull out the box set, I may not stop.

No, I'm talking about the "And then she looks me in the eye..." part. Where it sounds like he's doing a really bad Dylan impersonation.

"And says we're going out forver/You know I can't begin to doubt it"? It's the next two lines I can't think of off hand. I'll have to listen to it. (I still haven't gotten the box set out. I've been busy doing other things. Like watching the Close Encounters DVD.)

That should be "And says we're going out forever".

Okay Scott, here it is:

"And then she looks me in the eye
And says we're goin' out forever
You know I can't begin to doubt it.
No, it feels so good, so free, so right
I know we ain't gonna change our minds about it.
Hit it!
Here comes my girl..."

Is that what you're looking for?

Here's my latest "miss-heard" lyric:

Whip It! - Devo

true lyric:
Go forward ...
Move ahead ...
Try to detect it ...
It’s not too late ...
To whip it ... whip it good!

miss-heard lyric:
Go forward ...
Move ahead ...
Tattoo detected ...
It’s not too late ...
To whip it ... whip it good!

Try to detect it ... Tattoo detected ...
Hah! I always thought that was tattoo (or tattooed) detective, which never made any sense to me.

Adam, did you get the "Smells Like Teen Spirit" lyrics I emailed you?

(Drrrr – drrrr …. drrrr – drrrr …. drrrr – drrrr …. pxchu)
We’re so sorry Uncle Albert
But we haven’t done a bloody thing all day.
We’re so sorry Uncle Albert
But the kettle’s on the boil and we’re so easy called away.

Room for one more American Pie parody?

LOTHLORIEN PIE
(with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien and Don McLean)
© 1999 by Lea Frost

A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how the tales of Elves would make me smile.
And I knew if I did my best,
That I could sail into the West
And maybe I would touch the Blessed Isle.
The trek to Mordor made me shiver,
We braved the fire and crossed the river.
On dark Sauron's doorstep,
They couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about how Frodo tried,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the Third Age died.
So...

CHORUS: Bye bye to Lothlòrien Pie,
Took the Ring into the fire of the great Flaming Eye.
The last High Elves have bid this world goodbye,
Singing, in the West we never will die,
In the West we never will die.

Have you read the big Red Book?
Have you seen the Ring Isildur took
From the Dark Lord's burning hand?
When the Last Alliance marched to war
On the mighty fort of Barad-dûr,
And they believed that they could save their land.
And on that day dark Sauron fell,
But brave Gil-galad went down as well,
And Elendil met his end,
Isildur alone remained.
He was a valiant Nùmenorean lord
With a golden ring and a broken sword,
But he lost it all at Anduin's ford,
The day Isildur died.
I started singing...

CHORUS

Now for eighty years the Ring is found,
And the Eye of Sauron looks around,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the Halfling Sméagol betrayed his friend
For a ring he found in the river bed
With a power that came from ill decree.
But then Bilbo Baggins came along
And he stole the Ring before too long.
They played a riddle game;
Middle-earth was never the same.
And while the Wraiths went off to seek the Ring,
Frodo to Rivendell did it bring
With the help of Gondor's long-lost king,
But still the Dark Lord vied.
We were singing...

CHORUS

From Elrond's rooms to Balin's tomb
The Nine set off for the Crack of Doom,
The last and best chance of the West.
With Gandalf lost in Moria's mines,
Boromir paid dearly for his crime,
And the Lady of Lothlòrien passed the test.
On the battlefield of Pelennor,
We feared at last our time was o'er,
But our hope was born anew
When the horns of Rohan blew.
The Witch-king tried to claim the field,
But Éowyn refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Witch-king died?
We started singing...

CHORUS

Oh, and there we were all in one place
To meet the Enemy face to face,
With no time left to start again.
While the Steward burned and the armies clashed,
The Ring-bearers toiled 'neath clouds of ash
'Cause fire is the Dark Lord's only friend.
Oh, and as we stood at Sauron's lair
Our hands were clenched in stark despair
When Mordor's messenger said
That our last hope was dead.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
While Samwise watched in anguished fright,
I saw Gollum laughing with delight,
The day that Sméagol died.
We were singing...

CHORUS

I met an Elf-maid fair of face,
And I asked her if she'd leave this place,
She just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the Havens Grey,
Where the waters gleamed in the light of day,
But the man there said the ships had sailed away.
In Minas Tirith the people sang,
The King was crowned, the bells they rang,
And joyous words were spoken,
For Sauron's power was broken.
But the three that I admire most,
With the two Ring-bearers and the Elvish host,
They set their sails for Valinor's coast,
The day the Third Age died.
And they were singing...

CHORUS

They were singing...

CHORUS

Lea,

Cool!

By the way, when do we get more DS9 Trekouplets?

The Wreck Of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee.
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
That big ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most with a crew and good captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a wave broke over the railing.
And every man knew, as the captain did too, t'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezing rain in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck saying, “Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya”.
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said, “Fellas, it's been good t'know ya”.
The captain wired in he had water coming in and the big ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went out of sight, came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized, they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains are the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, in the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed ‘til it rang twenty-nine times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.
Superior, they said, never gives her dead when the Gales of November come early!

WHO remembers this one? ... (those who owned a 45 of this one discovered that the B side was the same song played backwards)

They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-haaa!

Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees,
And begged you not to leave Because I'd go berserk?
Well . . .
You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse,
And now you see I've gone completely out of my mind.
And . . .

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha!
To the funny farm.
Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see,
Those nice, young men in their clean, white coats.
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

You thought it was a joke and so you laughed,
You laughed when I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid.
Right . . .
You know you laughed, I heard you laugh,
You laughed, you laughed and laughed and then you left.
But now you know I'm utterly mad!
And . . .

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha!
To the happy home.
With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile,
And twiddle their thumbs and toes.
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house,
And this is how you pay me back for all my kind, unselfish loving deeds?
Hah . . .
Well you just wait, they'll find you yet -
And when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!
And . . .

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha!
To the funny farm.
Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see,
Those nice, young men in their clean, white coats.
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!
To the happy home.
With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile,
And twiddle their thumbs and toes.
And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

I remember this one. It's scary.

I know about that one, but I've never actually heard it. I want too, though, it's rght up my alley!

If you listen carefully to the fade-out on The Monkees' "I'm Gonna Buy Me a Dog", you can hear Davy quote Napoleon IV's song.

Eeep! It's Napoleon the XIV who does "They're Coming To Take Me Away!". Sorry for the error.

I didn't realize he was specificly quoteing the song. I thought it was common enough (well, ok, not "common") for him to just say it.

No. It was an ad-libbed reference to the song.

They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-haaa!
I know that one only from the good doctor, Demento, of which I have 3 2-CD collections, plus one 6-record collection.

Blitz, are you of a ballroom sort? (I'll be really upset if no one gets that reference!)

But just in case...

Ballroom Blitz
Sweet

Are you ready, Steve? Aha.
Andy? Yeah! Mick? OK.
Alright, fellas, let's go!

Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me, aha
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one
Oh, yeah, it was like lightning, everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing, and they all started grooving

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

I'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye
Oh yeah, it was electric, so frightfully hectic
And the band started leaving, 'cause they all stopped breathing

Refrain
Oh yeah, it was like lightning, everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing, and they all started grooving
Refrain
It's it's a ballroom blitz, it's it's a ballroom blitz.
It's it's a ballroom blitz, yeah, it's a ballroom blitz.

Since Benn brought up the Monkees, here's a link to misunderstood Monkees lyrics.

Another pretty good site is KissThisGuy.com.

I've seen the one on The Monkees. Some of it's pretty funny.

How about:

It was the mash...
  It was the monster mash
The monster mash
  It was a graveyard smash
The monster mash
  It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
  It was the monster mash

And, of course, as Dracula said, "Vhatever happened to the Transylvania Tvist?"

I was working
In my lab
Late
One night
When my eyes beheld
An eerie sight
For my monster
From his slab
Began to rise
And suddenly
To my surprise

He did the mash
He did the Monster Mash
The Monster Mash
It was a graveyard smash
The Monster Mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the Monster Mash.

Well, gosh, fellas, if'n yer gonna post that perennial Halloween favorite's lyrics ya may as well go it all the way, ok? Sheesh!

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash

From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes

They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash

The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son

The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"

They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash

Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"

It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash

Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you

Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash

That's what we got you for, Mark, to provide the lyrics to "The Monster Mash". (Gonna try for moderator of the RM board, Mark? Or let Scott have it?)

(Gonna try for moderator of the RM board, Mark? Or let Scott have it?)

It's bad enough riding herd on two children at home. What makes you think I'd want to do that thankless job on all of the other children and trolls that post in RM?

Uh, your post on RM? Or was that a joke?

Uh, which post on RM?

Yes, Benn, I'm always happy to supply y'all with the entire lyrics to songs. *S*

I emailed Phil about moderating the RM board but no word back from him yet. I hope I spelled "chief" right in the address field and that he got it but was maybe just too busy to respond yet. I told Phil I'd be fair and try my best to moderate since I've never done it before, and one thing I'd do (although I didn't mention this to him, but I will if he lets me moderate) is to not put up with trolls. Y'all know I hate censorship, but I'd give one warning at the RM frontpage that I will delete offensive posts, and with no second warning. We're all adults here (some almost legally), so I figure that one warning should be enough, especially if it's shown very clearly. I just won't tolerate trolling at all.

Of course I realize that I'll have to watch myself very carefully as well cuz y'all know how I can get out of hand, even though I don't mean to sometimes. At least this way if I go overboard and post the message and then realize how it sounds afterwards I can delete it hopefully before anyone else reads it and tears into me about it. If I delete anyone else's that are offensive then I'll post a brief message about it. I think I might also just delete any older messages over, say, 6 months old, to save space, figuring either that if you haven't read them by now you're not gonna and that it's long enough ago that newbies should have enough time to read them, too, if they're interested.

Anyway, if I become moderator (ah, jeez, now I'm sounding like a politician!) I promise to try my best, to be fair and not to let things get out of hand as much as possible, so help me...um, whatever. Yes, it'd be rather ironic to have a nonreligious person in charge of it, but hey, it could work. Any suggestions would be most welcome, for changes, new topics and whatever else. I'm pretty easy. And lastly, I'd appreciate any critiques, good or bad (but especially the good!), as well. I can't fully know how well I'm doing without feedback.

Assuming I get the job, of course.

OOOOPS! A hundred, thousand apologies Scott! How I misread it, I don't know, but it was Sax Russell who posted about wanting the RM board. Again, I humbly apologize for the error! (ouch.)

Mark, good luck. If you want it, you can have it, as far as I'm concerned.

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There, that should take care of it!

Thanks, Benn. Now you'd better go and have those wet noodle welts looked at before they get really infected.

And still no word back from Phil. I guess I got his address right cuz I haven't had it returned due to a wrong address, and it's been a few days now. Maybe I'll use my older computer to write him again, just in case. I do that only to try avoiding getting a virus on this new one as much as possible.

Derf, thanks for posting the lyrics to "Edmund Fitzgerald" and "They're Coming To Take Me Away". Two of my favorite songs, which I haven't heard in a loooong time.


Anyone got the lyrics to "Snoopy vs. The Red Baron", "Lightin' Strikes" or "Kung Fu Fighting"?


Can't believe I haven't looked at this board before now.

And ScottN, I knew those were the opening words to Def Lep's "Rock Of Ages". "Pyromania" is my favorite DL album (I've got all their albums up to and including "Adrenalize". All the albums that were released in the U.S., that is).

Expanding on my last post, I know Def Leppard's released more albums than that. I'm not buying "Vault" because there are only a couple of new tracks on it, and I don't buy cds much anymore, anyway. Other than singles that I get for $1.99 at a store in my local mall. They usually put a few cds on sale for that price as soon as they come out, and lower the prices on others after they've been out for about a month.

I was a bit disappointed when I found out that the song "Demolition Man" on their last album was a new song, and not a cover of the Police\Sting tune. (Sting re-did it solo for the Sylvester Stallone movie of the same name)

Infected with what? Spaghetti sauce?

I still buy CDs myself, though the vast majority tend to be used discs. Probably grab a couple later today after I get my paycheck.

BF, go to Lyrics World. That's always a pretty good site.

Whatever happened to the Commercials board, or is it still up, cuz I can't remember where it's at. I thought the Kitchen Sink but it ain't there. Anyway, I'm just wondering who's that Liv Tyler lookalike cutie in that Mitsubishi Montero ad. She's so fine, and I dig those dimples she's got! (Yeah, I know; who says "dig" anymore, right?)

I thought the songs used in those 3 Mitsubishi ads were written for the ads. I didn't know they were originals, or at least the Montero one is, from T. Rex. It's called "Twentieth Century Boy".

Ohhhhhhh!

Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I walk like a rat
Crawl like a cat
Sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man

And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah, I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy

Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
Fly like a plane
Drive like a car
Ball like a hound
Babe I'm gonna be your man

And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah, I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy
20th Century boy, I wanna be your toy (x4)

Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I walk like a rat
Crawl like a cat
Sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man

And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy
20th Century boy, I wanna be your toy (x4)

This makes me wish I'd paid more attention to T. Rex when I was a kid so I could've recognized this song. Now I wanna find a greatest hits of theirs, hopefully remastered.

Well, get it on, bang a gong, Mark.

Yeah, that's the only song of theirs that I really know of.

Pappa was a rollin' stone ...
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
And when he died ...
All that he left us was alone.

Ole Red - Marty Robbins (Ya gotta admit ... he was a storyteller)

Ole Red was one of the ornery-est yet I’d seen at the big rodeo.
He’d bite you and kick you and stomp out your life, Ole Red had never been rode.

Meaner than sin, wild as the wind that blew on the Montana plains.
Ole Red was one of the last of his breed, he wasn’t about to be tamed.

From Idaho a young cowboy came to ride in the big rodeo.
The young cowboy’s name was Billy McClain, and Billy had never been throwed.

The greatest desire filled young Billy’s heart to ride this old outlaw called Red.
He drew him one day and I heard Billy say, “I’ll ride him or drop over dead”.

Ole Red was wicked down there in the chute, he was kicking and stomping about.
Billy dropped into the saddle with ease, and yelled “turn him loose – let us out”.

Ole Red came out with his head on the ground, his back hooves were touching his nose.
Trying to get rid of the man on his back, but the man went wherever he’d go.

Billy was raking Ole Red with his spurs, from his tail to the tip of his chin.
He was doing right well but Billy could tell this outlaw would never give in.

Ole Red was running straight for the fence, suddenly stopping and then –
He reared on his hind legs then fell on his back, taking poor Billy with him.

There was a hush in the crowd and they knew this would be Billy’s last ride.
The saddle horn crushed Billy’s chest when they fell, and under Ole Red Billy died.

Ole Red lay still, no more would he move, the cowboys that seen it could tell.
In trying to throw Billy off of his back, Ole Red broke his neck when he fell.

Out in the west is a place where they rest, this cowboy that never was throwed.
And one foot away resting there ‘neath the clay, is the outlaw that never was rode.

A couple of nits:

1. Its clear that Billy was entered in the saddle bronc competition, yet he was able to rake Ole Red "from his tail to the tip of his chin". A saddle bronc rider MUST keep his feet in the stirrups in order to score high marks.

2. Saddle Bronc saddles don't have a saddle horn, for just the very reason Billy dies in this song.

Quiz: Which group sang this song?

Carpet Man

When you see some puddles on the ground,
You lay down so she don’t have to walk around.
You think that will protect her from the rain,
But you’ll never ever stop the pain.

She walks all over you - you know she can, (she knows she can)
You’re the Carpet Man,
You’re the Carpet Man.

You take such care to keep that girl’s feet clean,
Like she’s some kind of figurine.
The world’s so far below her, its not her scene,
And so she uses you to stand between.

She walks all over you, you know she can, (she knows she can)
You’re the Carpet Man,
You’re the Carpet Man.

I would think you’d get tired of hurting,
Every now and then.
It’s no good down there, that’s for certain,
And carpets do get thin.

And that’s when they have to be thrown away.
That’s what she’ll say to herself some sunny day.
And she’ll say – “Come to my wedding”, and of course you do.
And then the groom and her will have a dance on you.

She walks all over you, you know she can, (she knows she can)
You’re the Carpet Man,
You’re the Carpet Man.

Would that be the 5th Dimension?

It would ... You win the prize ... a peck on the cheek from Marylnn McCoo (Billy says its OK)

Actually, they divorced sometime ago, didn't they?

Still ... its nice to know WE THINK they still care ... (guess that Beautiful Balloon went flat)

Latest “mis-heard” lyrics …
This gem is from the tune by Gary Numan named Cars:

true lyric
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
In cars.

mis-heard lyric
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
In case we staple four gays
In cars.

Scott,

Thanks! :-)

(Eventually.)

Here's the Japanese mis-transcription of the lyrics to "Get Off My Cloud" I mentioned on the Cover Songs board.

I live on a cloud and all the night, night, night
Fallin' around my block

I sit at home and lookin' out the window
And imagine it's the world outside

And inside the guys all dressed up to start
The union drive

'Cause I walked by and I found out that
I had the time out to give her a good time

CHROUS:
Hey, hey, get off of my cloud
Hey, hey, get off of my cloud
Hey, hey, get off of my cloud
Gonna run on through the crowd

The tempo of the ringin'
I say the high speed was there all the time

A boy says hi hello how are you
Well I guess I'm doing fine

'Cause I'm free, too much noise,
If the people ever want to go, yes

'Cause you feel so good
You nearly surprised me out of my head

REPEAT CHORUS

Pick a time, put up with it,
Kind of dangerous, slide right down

So where's the crowd of people?
There was nobody but a soul around

I raise myself wide awake
So dark that I started to dream

In the morning in the park
The tickets with my drag was stuck on my little tree

REPEAT CHORUS

Why doesn't the "Japanese" version translate into the REAL words? Wouldn't the "translaters" just print the words to the song?

Apparently, the people who produced these lyrics transcribed them themselves, with no knowledge of english phrases or idioms.

My copy of Alice Cooper's From the Inside is a German import. I remember when I first got the disc and read the lyrics while playing it, being surprised by the changes and omissions in the words to the songs. In particular was the omission in "Inmates (We're All)". The lines are "We're the lunatic fringe/Who rusted the hinge/On Uncle Sam's daughters and sons." The lyric book omits the words "Uncle Sam". There are two or three other examples. For the most part, the lyrics are accurate. The booklet does say, "All lyrics transcribed by Linda Hennrick."

Todd Pence,
So you are telling me that Japanese people who have been given lessons in "proper" English transcribed the words to ANY Rolling Stones song without ONE thinking about WHAT Mick was singing about? ... (I suppose it IS viable ... seeing's how WE as Americans give little regard for any song NOT properly translated into English ...)

Maybe it was done by the same group that translated ZeroWing?

All your cover song are belong to us!

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The Last Farewell - Johnny Whittaker

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart upon the sea
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the evening waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return safe home again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale

For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

hey. does anyone remember new wave music? like, the early '80s? i was a kid when I first heard "whatever possessed you" by the care. 15 years later, I'm still wondering what the heck that Brit was saying (at least I think he was a Brit).

tsk, tsk. if anyone knows, I would be much obliged.

You don't mean The Cure, do you? I've never heard of The Care. (Doesn't mean they never existed, mind you.)

Sigh...

I was 21 when I went to "New Wave Day" at the second US festival... Maybe I'll bring the "Retirement Home" board back over on StarWars...

nope, i do mean the care ;-) i even remember it was on this compilation LP my sister owned called "This is New Wave III." Maybe it was an Asia-release-only album; I'm not sure. The memorable tunes on the album were "whisper to a scream," big country's "big country," and I-level's "country of the blind."

oh yeah, and the style council. i loved the style council. "my everchanging moods" is great.

ditto for the housemartins. i understand that fat boy slim used to be with the housemartins, which is pretty cool if you think about it, career-wise.

Derf, ol' buddy, ol' chum, I hate break it to ya but The Last Farewell was done by Roger Whittaker, not Johnny Whittaker (actually Whitaker), who played Jody on the 1960's show, Family Affair.

Aright'en ... MarkN, I stand FIRMLY corrected. (must be the Mrs. Beasley syndrome ...)

I'd be more worried about the Uncle Bill/Mr. French Syndrome. ;p

Just to show you how popular the Folk Music board is, I made the same correction over there on Oct. 3.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go relieve the cramp from patting myself on the back ;)

Beelzebub has the devil on his side
Poor meeeeee! Poor meeeee! Poor meee-eeeee!

|Pulls out his copy of Night at the Opera|

Actually, Scott, the lyrics were "Beelzebub has a devil put aside/For me/For me/For meee!"

Oh, and Scott, in case you missed my posting on Religious Musings, hope you had a Happy Birthday yesterday, sir.

I guess that goes under "Misunderstood Lyrics" then.

Rather.

Actually, for the longest time, I couldn't even get the title of the song right. Yeesh!

Blame it On Me, aka 'there's a reason why I keep bringing up the Barenaked Ladies in these posts':

Well here we are again
And we're looking at each other as if each other were to blame
You think you're so smart, well I've seen you naked
And I'll probably see you naked again
Milli Vanilli told you to Blame it on the Rain but if you blamed it on the rain tell me what would be gained, so

It's alright now, you can blame it on me
If all else fails, you just blame it on me...

Then you smile again
But you're looking at me like there's something I'm supposed to say
Well forgive me Father, but I'm falling in love and that's all I have for confession today
Maybe if you'd asked me on any other given day I might have had time for you and all the things that you say, but

It's alright now, you can blame it on me
If all else fails, you just blame it on me...

Yes dear I love you
But sometimes I think that love's not enough for you
So you wanna play mind games, well that's fine, go ahead LA-LA-LAAAAAA I CAN'T HEAR YOU...

Well here we are and you're a hundred miles away
They say that absence makes the heart grow fungus
I wax poetic, as you're waxing you're legs
And you say you think there's a traitor among us...

It's alright now, you can blame it on me
If all else fails, you just blame it on me...

PS - The lyrics to Glen Campbell's Wichita Lineman are generally a little weird for a gentle, folk-oriented love song (I can hear you singing in the wires...I know I need a small vacation...does anybody else think this guy sounds like a stalker on the verge of snapping?)
But it does contain this supremely romantic chorus: And I need you more than want you/And I want you for all time...

??? I thought "Witchita Lineman" was by Jimmy Webb.

Written by Jimmy Webb. Recorded and turned into a hit by Glen Campbell.

Presented without comment: The lyrics to New York Minute, written and performed by Don Henley.

Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street
in the morning

He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfurl
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore

In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get pretty strange
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute

Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door

In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool's advice
And take care of your own
One day they're here;
Next day they're gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark,
"Baby, I've changed. Please come back."

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there's somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe

In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
You can get out of the rain
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute

That song's become the unofficial theme of the attacks, and it certainly fits.

In the same vein...does anybody have or know where I can find the lyrics to Alan Jackson's 'Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning), the song he performed at the Country Music Awards?

Here you go Kerrie. They're about halfway down the page.

Where Were You

Derf, this board is up to 137k. I think it's time for Lyrics II.

'Tis perty dern long ... ain't it. I b'leeve I'll do dat rat now.