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to say exactly what you mean to say
Fastball - Out of my Head
to say exactly what you mean to say
Fastball - Out of my Head
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- Thread starter The Owl
- Start date
The children woke up, and they couldn't find them
They left before the sun came up that day
They just drove off and left it all behind 'em
But where were they going without ever knowing the way?
Fastball - The Way
They left before the sun came up that day
They just drove off and left it all behind 'em
But where were they going without ever knowing the way?
Fastball - The Way
I'm gonna move up to the canyons baby, gonna paint my mailbox blue. Gonna put some flowers on it Mama, some trailin' vines too...Taj Mahal
A mirror, is a negative space with a frame
Mirrors, Blue Oyster Cult
Mirrors, Blue Oyster Cult
Through all the cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Invalid Link Removed to those Memphis nights
The Invalid Link Removed to Vancouver's lights
Knock me down get back up again
You're in my blood I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll bee there when the light comes in
Tell 'em we're survivors
Tom Cochrane - Life is a Highway.
I mean come on, it's gotta be the only lyrics in history besides their national anthem to include the word Mozambique!!! Much less Khyber Pass. And it's such a great road tune.
Alas, but only one of so many great lines.
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Invalid Link Removed to those Memphis nights
The Invalid Link Removed to Vancouver's lights
Knock me down get back up again
You're in my blood I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll bee there when the light comes in
Tell 'em we're survivors
Tom Cochrane - Life is a Highway.
I mean come on, it's gotta be the only lyrics in history besides their national anthem to include the word Mozambique!!! Much less Khyber Pass. And it's such a great road tune.
Alas, but only one of so many great lines.
It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dyin' breath of
This love we've been workin' on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
We pulled too many false alarms
We're goin' down
And you can see it too
We're goin' down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear
We're slow dancing in a burning room
John Mayer - Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dyin' breath of
This love we've been workin' on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
We pulled too many false alarms
We're goin' down
And you can see it too
We're goin' down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear
We're slow dancing in a burning room
John Mayer - Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask someone else first.
-Nirvana, Very Ape
-Nirvana, Very Ape
They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.
And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.
Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.
It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.
They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.
So I got bored and left them there,
They were just dead weight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.
But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.
Neil Young
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.
And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.
Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.
It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.
They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.
So I got bored and left them there,
They were just dead weight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.
But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.
Neil Young
McCartney brilliance:
Wednesday morning at five o'clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside, she is free
She(we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home, after living alone, for so many years (bye bye)
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
"Daddy, our baby's gone.
"Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me?"
She (we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving…
Also Leon Russel:
I've been so many places in my life and time
I've sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad rhymes
I've acted out my life in stages
With ten thousand people watching
But we're alone now
And I'm singing this song to you
I know your image of me is what I hoped to be
I treated you unkindly
But darling can't you see
There's no one more important to me
Baby can't you see through me?
'Cause we're alone now and I'm singing this song to you
You taught me precious secrets
Of a true love
You wanted nothing
You came out in front
When I was hiding
But now I'm so much better
And if my words don't come together
Listen to the melody
'Cause my love is in there hiding
I love you in a place
Where there's no space or time
I love you for my life
You're a friend of mine
And when…
On another level:
Na na na na na na na na hey hey goodby.
Wednesday morning at five o'clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside, she is free
She(we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home, after living alone, for so many years (bye bye)
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
"Daddy, our baby's gone.
"Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me?"
She (we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving…
Also Leon Russel:
I've been so many places in my life and time
I've sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad rhymes
I've acted out my life in stages
With ten thousand people watching
But we're alone now
And I'm singing this song to you
I know your image of me is what I hoped to be
I treated you unkindly
But darling can't you see
There's no one more important to me
Baby can't you see through me?
'Cause we're alone now and I'm singing this song to you
You taught me precious secrets
Of a true love
You wanted nothing
You came out in front
When I was hiding
But now I'm so much better
And if my words don't come together
Listen to the melody
'Cause my love is in there hiding
I love you in a place
Where there's no space or time
I love you for my life
You're a friend of mine
And when…
On another level:
Na na na na na na na na hey hey goodby.
why settle on a lyric when you can copy and paste a whole song!!!You do a line and then settle down and write a lyric ?
Gather round people I'll tell you a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiari
Were opposite men on opposite sides
Vestey was fat with money and muscle
Beef was his business, broad was his door
Vincent was lean and spoke very little
He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
Gurindju decided they must make a stand
They picked up their swags and started off walking
At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down
Now it don't sound like much but it sure got tongues talking
Back at the homestead and then in the town
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Vestey man said I'll double your wages
Eighteen quid a week you'll have in your hand
Vincent said "uhuh, we're not talking about wages
We're sitting right here till we get our land"
Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered
"You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow"
Vince said "if we fall others are rising"
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Then Vincent Lingiari boarded an airplane
Landed in Sydney, big city of lights
And daily he went round softly speaking his story
To all kinds of men from all walks of life
And Vincent sat down with big politicians
"This affair" they told him "is a matter of state.
Let us sort it out, your people are hungry"
Vincent said "no thanks, we know how to wait"
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Then Vincent Lingiari returned in an airplane
Back to his country once more to sit down
And he told his people "let the stars keep on turning
We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns."
Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
Till one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
That was the story of Vincent Lingairi
But this is the story of something much more
How power and privilege can not move a people
Who know where they stand, and stand in the law
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
PAUL MAURICE KELLY / KEVIN CARMODY
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiari
Were opposite men on opposite sides
Vestey was fat with money and muscle
Beef was his business, broad was his door
Vincent was lean and spoke very little
He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
Gurindju decided they must make a stand
They picked up their swags and started off walking
At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down
Now it don't sound like much but it sure got tongues talking
Back at the homestead and then in the town
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Vestey man said I'll double your wages
Eighteen quid a week you'll have in your hand
Vincent said "uhuh, we're not talking about wages
We're sitting right here till we get our land"
Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered
"You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow"
Vince said "if we fall others are rising"
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Then Vincent Lingiari boarded an airplane
Landed in Sydney, big city of lights
And daily he went round softly speaking his story
To all kinds of men from all walks of life
And Vincent sat down with big politicians
"This affair" they told him "is a matter of state.
Let us sort it out, your people are hungry"
Vincent said "no thanks, we know how to wait"
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Then Vincent Lingiari returned in an airplane
Back to his country once more to sit down
And he told his people "let the stars keep on turning
We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns."
Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
Till one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
That was the story of Vincent Lingairi
But this is the story of something much more
How power and privilege can not move a people
Who know where they stand, and stand in the law
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
PAUL MAURICE KELLY / KEVIN CARMODY
For me, it's a tie between
We held on like
Barnacles on a boat
Even though the ship sinks
You know you can't let go
Barnacles by Ugly Casanova
(Isaac Brock from Modest Mouse)
And
Woke up this morning
Had myself a beer
Jim
We held on like
Barnacles on a boat
Even though the ship sinks
You know you can't let go
Barnacles by Ugly Casanova
(Isaac Brock from Modest Mouse)
And
Woke up this morning
Had myself a beer
Jim
The poodle bites. The poodle chews it. (C'mon Frenchy) - Zappa
You don't need a weatherman to tell you which way the wind blows. - Dylan
You don't need a weatherman to tell you which way the wind blows. - Dylan
