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Beautiful lyrics to songs

#1  Postby Umakemyheadswim » Aug 14, 2011 2:07 pm

Don't have to post the whole song. Maybe if a certain part catches you


Mineral- Parking Lot

Beautiful song. Love the lyrics



I wouldn't mind if you took me in my sleep tonight
I wouldn't even put up a fight
I wouldn't care if you took it all away today
I'm sure I wouldn't even miss the pain

But I know I've got to live my life
And roll around on the ground and feel the strife
And realize along the way that I'm nothing more
Than a grain of salt in the salt of the eart
And everything is grace

So come on with the darkness
Come on with the fear
Cause I've got to start somewhere
And it might as well be here

When I'm finally naked and standing in the sunlight
I'll look back at all of this selfishness and foolish pride
And laugh at myself
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Re: Beautiful lyrics to songs

#2  Postby Pulsar » Oct 13, 2016 6:23 pm

In honour of Dylan's Nobel, I'm going to necromance this thread.

I can't find the original version of Hurricane on youtube (I guess Dylan has the "Prince attitude" when it comes to online music), so this will have to do:



Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they killed them all
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
"The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time." - George Bernard Shaw
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Re: Beautiful lyrics to songs

#3  Postby Pulsar » Oct 14, 2016 3:32 pm

Paul Simon - Trailways Bus



LAZARUS
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb
And he wakes to find he's in rolling farmland

The farmer sleeps against his wife
He wonders what their life must be
A Trailways bus is heading south
Into Washington, D.C.

A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old
Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.
The shadow of the Capitol dome slides across his face
And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.

The father motionless as stone,
A shepherd resting with his flock,
The Trailways bus is turning west-
Dallas via Little Rock.

WAHZINAK
O my darling, darling Sal
The desert moon is my witness.
I've no money to come East,
But I know you'll soon be here

LAZARUS
We pull into downtown Dallas by the side of the Grassy Knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was broken.
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
He hears music playing and Spanish spoken

The border patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus

BORDER PATROLMAN
Any aliens here? You better check with us,
How about you son?
You look like you got Spanish blood.
Do you 'Habla Ingles,' am I understood?

SAL
Yes, I am an alien, from Mars.
I come to earth from outer space.
And if I traveled my whole life
You guys would still be on my case
You guys would still be on my case

LAZARUS
But he can't leave his fears behind,
He recalls each fatal thrust
The screams carried by the wind,
Phantom figures in the dust
Phantom figures in the dust
Phantom figures in the dust.
"The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time." - George Bernard Shaw
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Re: Beautiful lyrics to songs

#4  Postby Evolving » Oct 14, 2016 3:39 pm

I know we agree about Dylan, Pulsar; here's someone else I love as a wordsmith, never mind as a singer.

Not suggesting her for the Nobel prize.

If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you
Dial in the number who's bound to love you
Oh honey you turn me on, I'm a radio
I'm a country station, I'm a little bit corny
I'm a wide open flower, waiting for you
I'm a broadcasting tower waving for you

And I'm sending you out this signal here
I hope you can pick it up loud and clear
I know you don't like weak women, you get bored so quick
And you don't like strong women 'cause they're hip to your tricks
It's been dirty for dirty down the line
But you know I come when you whistle
And you're loving and kind

If you've got too many doubts
If there's no good reception for me then tune me out
'Cause honey who needs the static, it hurts the head
And you wind up cracking and the day goes dismal
From breakfast Barney to the sign-off prayer
What a sorry face you get to wear
I'm going to tell you again now if you're still listening there

If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you
Dial in the number who's bound to love you
If you're lying on the beach with the transistor going
Kick off the sand flies, honey, the love's still flowing
If your head says forget it but your heart's still smoking
Call me at the station the lines are open
How extremely stupid not to have thought of that - T.H. Huxley
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Re: Beautiful lyrics to songs

#5  Postby Cito di Pense » Oct 14, 2016 11:23 pm

James Mercer, the songwriter behind The Shins, is another pop poet; it's poetry because he leaves it up to you to figure out what he's saying. He's one of the truly underrated artists of the new millennium (not by his fans, of course), and you can tell he's read his Nietzsche:

"Caring Is Creepy"

I think i'll go home and mull this over
Before i cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, it's colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.

Lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you're dead again
Undeneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
And the whole mess of roads we're now on.

Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day i'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending

All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.


He writes beautiful melodies, frequently before carving out the lyrics (according to him), and has an amazing singing voice, leggiero tenor, but one that still could grate on some ears, I guess.

Mercer hasn't made me forget about writers like Dylan, Paul Simon, Joni Mitchell. It's actually kind of sweet that Mercer isn't fawned over by tens of millions.
Хлопнут без некролога. -- Серге́й Па́влович Королёв

Translation by Elbert Hubbard: Do not take life too seriously. You're not going to get out of it alive.
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Re: Beautiful lyrics to songs

#6  Postby Evolving » Oct 15, 2016 8:36 pm

I'm really not posting this to show off. I know there are people here who are able to understand this and, perhaps, to appreciate it. A young woman's sometimes difficult relationship with her mother, written by a songwriter called Beppe Dati and sung by Laura Pausini: an exponent of soft pop, generally, it has to be said.

Mamma, ho sognato che bussavi alla mia porta
E un po' smarrita ti toglievi i tuoi occhiali
Ma per vedermi meglio e per la prima volta
Sentivo che sentivi che non siamo uguali

Ed abbracciandomi ti sei meravigliata
Che fossi così triste e non trovassi pace
Da quanto tempo non ti avevo più abbracciata
E in quel silenzio ho detto piano: mi dispiace

Però è bastato quel rumore per svegliarmi
Per farmi piangere e per farmi ritornare
Alla mia infanzia, a tutti quei perduti giorni
Dove d'estate il cielo diventava mare

Ed io con le mie vecchie bambole ascoltavo
Le fiabe che tu raccontavi a bassa voce
E quando tra le tue braccia io mi addormentavo
Senza sapere ancora di essere felice

Ma a sedici anni io però sono cambiata
E com'ero veramente adesso mi vedevo
E mi senti ad un tratto sola e disperata
Perché non ero più la figlia che volevo

Ed è finita li la nostra confidenza
Quel piccolo parlare che era un grande aiuto
Io mi nascosi in una gelida impazienza
E tu avrai rimpianto il figlio che non hai avuto

Ormai passavo tutto il tempo fuori casa
Non sopportavo le tue prediche per nulla
E incominciai a diventare anche gelosa
Perché eri grande, irraggiungibile e più bella

Mi regalai così ad un sogno di passaggio
Buttai il mio cuore in mare dentro una bottiglia
E persi la memoria mancando di coraggio
Perché mi vergognavo di essere tua figlia

Ma tu non bussi alla mia porta e inutilmente
Ho fatto un sogno che non posso realizzare
Perché ho il pensiero troppo pieno del mio niente
Perché l'orgoglio non mi vuole perdonare

Poi se bussassi alla mia porta per davvero
Non riuscirei nemmeno a dirti una parola
Mi parleresti col tuo sguardo un po' severo
Ed io mi sentirei un'altra volta sola

Perciò ti ho scritto questa lettera confusa
Per ritrovare almeno in me un po' di pace
E non per chiederti tardivamente scusa
Ma per riuscire a dirti: mamma, mi dispiace

Non è più vero che di te io mi vergogno
E la mia anima lo sento ti assomiglia
Aspetterò pazientemente un altro sogno
Ti voglio bene, mamma - scrivimi - tua figlia
How extremely stupid not to have thought of that - T.H. Huxley
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