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#21
I tried to be friendly, I tried to be kind
I'm gonna drive you from your home, just like I was driven from mine
Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry about me any more

Living this way ain't a natural thing to do
Why was I born to love you?
Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry about me any more

-Bob Dylan Someday Baby


Well in spite of all you gained you still had to stand out in the pouring rain
One last voice is calling you and I guess it's time you go

Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you know my name, my darling sugaree

-Robert Hunter Sugaree
 
#27
"Time to play B-Sides" - Blue Oyster Cult from the song "Burning For You"

The lyrics from the song "Aqualung" by Jethro Tull tell a story and paint a detailed picture.

Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
 
#32
The little conversations...
If I tried my very best...
You know I never could say anything
In twenty words or less.
Somewhere, sometime, down the line
Someday I may confess,
And spill it all. That's all.

Little Conversations, Concrete Blonde (Johnette Napolitano, a righteous CWB)
 
#33
"It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see.
When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee.
It's not enough to be in love - we hide behind that word.
It's not enough to be alive when your future's been deferred"

Harry Chapin, There Only Was One Choice
 
#35
"I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's

And his hair was perfect" - Warren Zevon


"She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family

She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah she gives a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright

Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes the hair is from a little boy
And the cross from someone she has not met
Not yet" - Chris and Rich Robinson
 
#38
Richland123 said:
The lyrics from the song "Aqualung" by Jethro Tull tell a story and paint a detailed picture.

Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
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+1 Ian at his best although I believe is wife got the credit for writing the lyrics...
 
#39
Mr. Bungle(self titled)-Deadgoon

If you haven't heard the song or bass playing do yourself a favor and check it out.


"Nobler than Oedipus Clairvoyant and toothless
Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end

I've got a secret
Babbling senseless
No one will ever know

Kids can be so cruel
Smash the feeling
Suckle the sugar breast

Too happy - a jerk beyond a smile
An asphyxiophile
I'm the Humper; stop hitting me
Walking the plank, swallowing dirt

Johnny - just skin and juice and hair
A hero unaware
Tied in a knot beneath
giggling
My own two hands tickling me

Innocent friction Boys and girls are stealing my oxygen Sex?
There's no such thing
All that's left is laughing, choking, laughing

Playing solitaire
A rope and mommy's underwear
Hanging on, letting go Dangling to and fro

NOOO!

It can't happen here

Floating away
Tingling Fluid seeping
Family weeping
It feels so good
So bad
But please Don't tease me"
 
#40
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
"Come in" she said "I'll give you, shelter from the storm".

Bob Dylan, Shelter from the Storm

That whole album (Blood on the Tracks) is pure genius- a true poet.

Connor
 

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