What lyrics are you listening to now? (pt2)
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Disjecta Membra
cashing reality checks but cant even pay atention.
Midnight in the Garden of Good..
[Warcloud]
This being of age old grace, architect Holocaust
Moss back, Antideluvian that of late
Embedded and preserved, expired, current departed
Lyrics crash across ya head, now unzippen ya face
Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound
Tear open ya flesh like presents and thinner nightgowns
Tut slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Applebee
In some flaming town, you'll bury yourself, the greediest
Death before riches, kingdom of good barbarians
Circumstances of development leading up to the previous
Where the day takes you, placed within the sun
Crush all the village cowards, devour 'til sin is done
One bag of bones, children gather, Easter egg hunt
Afterwards, fruit, bon-bons and safari punch
Branded hollow planet, period of adjustment
Back to the hanging gardens and lavish the fake lunch
Plantation memories, stone monolith choicebound
Hoist down the use of human beings of voice sound
In the prairie fields, the poppies blow
All the crosses, row and row
They are the dead, short days ago
They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
The torch be yours, to hold it high
If ye break faith with us, who dies?
Loved and were loved, and now they lie
cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky
[Chorus 3X: Warcloud]
Silver ants and golden beetles crawling throughout my paragraphs
Father architect, to peal the lemon and share a drag
Snow creek lime, draw lyrics that float and colorize
Butterscotch ladybugs, candy-cane butterflies
[Warcloud]
In-line skates in a pillowcase, swinging at ya face
The sound through a combination of sounds or its representation
In writing or printing, the text of a vocal theme
Salamander slithers into a stream where glitters fiend
Calm unique, cinema fantastique, the true castle
We build the new chapples, still bobbing for blue apples
Tackle and shackle, recycling wordage and best fonts
eat off Titantic artifacts on waterfront restaurant
World War 3, entrees, pickled and cripple me
Aqua-taxi verbalism torch, ticketed separately
Ice laid in waters, all thrill to the heroic
Hair pins, twists and turns, bottles exploded
Tomorrow land, news flash, Baskin Robbins and Hagen Das
Lens Crafter articles cleansing open ya noggin flaws
Views of marine life, mystifyingly true
Rob ya scores of curiousities, it's just a rhyming see-through
Flew first class, ideal baby pandas, koalas
Go mix Pina Coladas and experience my Kitanas
Those Mephostophales, Beezelbub, Lucifierian lifestyle
Black mambo, king snake, desert gecko, the cowardly
Waffle show club, foot polly, slobbing for penny
Dirty six-legged pigs from New Guinea, arrogant many
For the jealous always tell us that the enemy envies hatred
And the deciteful lust read it, shed off infinity facelifts
Takes one to know, land mammals return to sea
and the water turns to blood, chew cotton candy with glee
[Chorus 2X]
[Warcloud]
Hang 'em high, dripping, overlooking the rolling vineyards
Sunset stroll, hand-picked the green raisins
Rocky mountain strawberries, leisure suit for the tastebuds
My speech rinses flesh from the fossils of seenications
Seem patient, wasting time now, slim-fitten crewmen
The insects and the creatures tell riddles of dim-witted humans
One man aircraft carrier, personelle
No drinking during the sermon, extinguish the serpent hell
What mockery have thee traded for thy precious soul?
The voice being starfruit or dragon fruit, re-evaluate choice
Merry-go-rounds, monkey bars, neck climbs and curvy slides
Balance beams and hide-aways, all examined my thirty rhymes
Interactive play areas, reservations required
Free wheelchair strollers and lockers for aiming higher
Plus elite catering, remarkeable tasting menu
and every dollar that you spend enables it to continue
Never will concede, just work hard, determined
Either/or suburban or urban, Italian, German
Spanish, French, African, Oriental and Russian
Samoan Irish bagpipes wrestle with the precussion
Party hats, balloons and crazy string, confeti
Open field exhibit Caravans, lyrical Serenghetti
Over night camping trip, foes will disappear
Heavy paragraphs, clear and truthfully engineered
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Warcloud]
If a man was to tell me he wasn't God
I would have to ask him what he was
[movie sample]
What do you call yourself politically and how do you
define yourself, in a political philosophy?
[Warcloud]
This being of age old grace, architect Holocaust
Moss back, Antideluvian that of late
Embedded and preserved, expired, current departed
Lyrics crash across ya head, now unzippen ya face
Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound
Tear open ya flesh like presents and thinner nightgowns
Tut slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Applebee
In some flaming town, you'll bury yourself, the greediest
Death before riches, kingdom of good barbarians
Circumstances of development leading up to the previous
Where the day takes you, placed within the sun
Crush all the village cowards, devour 'til sin is done
One bag of bones, children gather, Easter egg hunt
Afterwards, fruit, bon-bons and safari punch
Branded hollow planet, period of adjustment
Back to the hanging gardens and lavish the fake lunch
Plantation memories, stone monolith choicebound
Hoist down the use of human beings of voice sound
In the prairie fields, the poppies blow
All the crosses, row and row
They are the dead, short days ago
They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
The torch be yours, to hold it high
If ye break faith with us, who dies?
Loved and were loved, and now they lie
cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky
[Chorus 3X: Warcloud]
Silver ants and golden beetles crawling throughout my paragraphs
Father architect, to peal the lemon and share a drag
Snow creek lime, draw lyrics that float and colorize
Butterscotch ladybugs, candy-cane butterflies
[Warcloud]
In-line skates in a pillowcase, swinging at ya face
The sound through a combination of sounds or its representation
In writing or printing, the text of a vocal theme
Salamander slithers into a stream where glitters fiend
Calm unique, cinema fantastique, the true castle
We build the new chapples, still bobbing for blue apples
Tackle and shackle, recycling wordage and best fonts
eat off Titantic artifacts on waterfront restaurant
World War 3, entrees, pickled and cripple me
Aqua-taxi verbalism torch, ticketed separately
Ice laid in waters, all thrill to the heroic
Hair pins, twists and turns, bottles exploded
Tomorrow land, news flash, Baskin Robbins and Hagen Das
Lens Crafter articles cleansing open ya noggin flaws
Views of marine life, mystifyingly true
Rob ya scores of curiousities, it's just a rhyming see-through
Flew first class, ideal baby pandas, koalas
Go mix Pina Coladas and experience my Kitanas
Those Mephostophales, Beezelbub, Lucifierian lifestyle
Black mambo, king snake, desert gecko, the cowardly
Waffle show club, foot polly, slobbing for penny
Dirty six-legged pigs from New Guinea, arrogant many
For the jealous always tell us that the enemy envies hatred
And the deciteful lust read it, shed off infinity facelifts
Takes one to know, land mammals return to sea
and the water turns to blood, chew cotton candy with glee
[Chorus 2X]
[Warcloud]
Hang 'em high, dripping, overlooking the rolling vineyards
Sunset stroll, hand-picked the green raisins
Rocky mountain strawberries, leisure suit for the tastebuds
My speech rinses flesh from the fossils of seenications
Seem patient, wasting time now, slim-fitten crewmen
The insects and the creatures tell riddles of dim-witted humans
One man aircraft carrier, personelle
No drinking during the sermon, extinguish the serpent hell
What mockery have thee traded for thy precious soul?
The voice being starfruit or dragon fruit, re-evaluate choice
Merry-go-rounds, monkey bars, neck climbs and curvy slides
Balance beams and hide-aways, all examined my thirty rhymes
Interactive play areas, reservations required
Free wheelchair strollers and lockers for aiming higher
Plus elite catering, remarkeable tasting menu
and every dollar that you spend enables it to continue
Never will concede, just work hard, determined
Either/or suburban or urban, Italian, German
Spanish, French, African, Oriental and Russian
Samoan Irish bagpipes wrestle with the precussion
Party hats, balloons and crazy string, confeti
Open field exhibit Caravans, lyrical Serenghetti
Over night camping trip, foes will disappear
Heavy paragraphs, clear and truthfully engineered
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Warcloud]
If a man was to tell me he wasn't God
I would have to ask him what he was
[movie sample]
What do you call yourself politically and how do you
define yourself, in a political philosophy?
Johnny Canuck3
Well-Known Member
october_lost
It's not hip any more...
Jedi Mind Tricks - Razorblade Salvation
SpookyFrank
A cheap source of teeth for aquarium gravel
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision
Blue, blue, electric blue
That's the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude, over my head
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision
Such a great song, I just realised I was singing along without noticing
'Bout sound and vision
Blue, blue, electric blue
That's the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude, over my head
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision
Such a great song, I just realised I was singing along without noticing
A heart thats full up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
Bruises that wont heal
You were so tired, happy,
Bring down the government,
They dont, they dont speak for her
Ill take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please
A job that slowly kills you,
Bruises that wont heal
You were so tired, happy,
Bring down the government,
They dont, they dont speak for her
Ill take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please
May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
"Good evening. This is the intergalactic operator. Can I help you?"
"Yes. I'm trying to reach flight commander P.R. Johnson, on Mars, flight 2-4-7"
"Very well, hold on please [beeping] you're through!"
"Thank you operator!"
Hi darlin' ! How are you doing ?
Hey baby, were you sleeping ?
Oh I'm sorry, but I've been really missing you.
Hi darlin' ! How's the weather?
Say baby, is that cold better now ?
Oh I'm sorry, is there someone there with you?
Ooooh...since you went away, there's nothing goin' right
I just can't sleep alone at night... I'm not ashamed to say
I badly need a friend...or it's the end.
Now, when I look at the clouds across the moon
Here in the night I just hope and pray that soon
Oh baby, you'll hurry home to me.
Hi darlin', the kids say they love you.
Hey baby, is everything fine with you?
Please forgive me, but I'm trying not to cry...
Ooooh...I've had a million different lovers on the phone.
But I just stayed right here at home.
I don't think that I can take it anymore, this crazy war.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we are experiencing violent storm conditions in the asteriod belt at this time. We may lose this valuable deep space communication link. Please, be as brief as possible. Thank you."
Ooooh...since you went away, there's nothing goin' right
I just can't sleep alone at night... I'm not ashamed to say
I badly need a friend...or it's.....
or it's...or it's...
"Hello?"
"Hello operator?"
"Yes, we've lost the connection! Could you try again please?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we've lost contact with Mars 2-4-7 at this time."
"Ok. Thank you very much...I'll...I'll try again next year...next year...next year...next year..."
Surely one of the best tunes ever!
"Yes. I'm trying to reach flight commander P.R. Johnson, on Mars, flight 2-4-7"
"Very well, hold on please [beeping] you're through!"
"Thank you operator!"
Hi darlin' ! How are you doing ?
Hey baby, were you sleeping ?
Oh I'm sorry, but I've been really missing you.
Hi darlin' ! How's the weather?
Say baby, is that cold better now ?
Oh I'm sorry, is there someone there with you?
Ooooh...since you went away, there's nothing goin' right
I just can't sleep alone at night... I'm not ashamed to say
I badly need a friend...or it's the end.
Now, when I look at the clouds across the moon
Here in the night I just hope and pray that soon
Oh baby, you'll hurry home to me.
Hi darlin', the kids say they love you.
Hey baby, is everything fine with you?
Please forgive me, but I'm trying not to cry...
Ooooh...I've had a million different lovers on the phone.
But I just stayed right here at home.
I don't think that I can take it anymore, this crazy war.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we are experiencing violent storm conditions in the asteriod belt at this time. We may lose this valuable deep space communication link. Please, be as brief as possible. Thank you."
Ooooh...since you went away, there's nothing goin' right
I just can't sleep alone at night... I'm not ashamed to say
I badly need a friend...or it's.....
or it's...or it's...
"Hello?"
"Hello operator?"
"Yes, we've lost the connection! Could you try again please?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we've lost contact with Mars 2-4-7 at this time."
"Ok. Thank you very much...I'll...I'll try again next year...next year...next year...next year..."
Surely one of the best tunes ever!
SpookyFrank
A cheap source of teeth for aquarium gravel
My promise could be your fiend
A given end to your dreams
A simple movement or rhyme
Could be the smallest of signs
We'll never know what they are or care
In it's escapable view
There's no escape so few in fear
Give in a changing value
To be given your sight
Hid in a long peaceful night
A nervous bride for your eyes
A fractured smile that soon dies
A love that's wrong from your life and soul
A savage mine had begun
Hello, farewell to your love and soul
Hello, farewell to your soul
Now I know what those hands would do
No looking back now, we're pushing through
We'll change these feelings, we'll taste and see
But never guess how the him would scream
A given end to your dreams
A simple movement or rhyme
Could be the smallest of signs
We'll never know what they are or care
In it's escapable view
There's no escape so few in fear
Give in a changing value
To be given your sight
Hid in a long peaceful night
A nervous bride for your eyes
A fractured smile that soon dies
A love that's wrong from your life and soul
A savage mine had begun
Hello, farewell to your love and soul
Hello, farewell to your soul
Now I know what those hands would do
No looking back now, we're pushing through
We'll change these feelings, we'll taste and see
But never guess how the him would scream
heinous seamus
Perfect in an empty room
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
dlx1
Well-Known Member
Our one source of energy
The ultimate discovery
Electric blue for me
Never more to be free
Electricity
Nuclear and HEP
Carbon fuels from the sea
Wasted electricity
Our one source of energy
Electricity
All we need to live today
A gift for man to throw away
The chance to change has nearly gone
The alternative is only one
The final source of energy
Solar electricity
Electricity
Electricity
Electricity
Electricity
Electricity
E . . .
The ultimate discovery
Electric blue for me
Never more to be free
Electricity
Nuclear and HEP
Carbon fuels from the sea
Wasted electricity
Our one source of energy
Electricity
All we need to live today
A gift for man to throw away
The chance to change has nearly gone
The alternative is only one
The final source of energy
Solar electricity
Electricity
Electricity
Electricity
Electricity
Electricity
E . . .
Spion
I hear ya
Can you judge a man,
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind,
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man,
By the pattern on his tie?
Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.
Could you tell a wise man,
By the way he speaks or spells?
Is this more important,
Than the stories that he tells?
And call a man a fool,
If for wealth he doesn't strive?
Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.
Can you condemn a man,
If your faith he doesn't hold?
Say the colour of his skin,
Is the colour of his soul?
Could you say that men,
For king and country all must die?
Well, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind,
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man,
By the pattern on his tie?
Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.
Could you tell a wise man,
By the way he speaks or spells?
Is this more important,
Than the stories that he tells?
And call a man a fool,
If for wealth he doesn't strive?
Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.
Can you condemn a man,
If your faith he doesn't hold?
Say the colour of his skin,
Is the colour of his soul?
Could you say that men,
For king and country all must die?
Well, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I.
Johnny Canuck3
Well-Known Member
Johnny Canuck3
Well-Known Member
I’m the next act
Waiting in the wings
I’m an animal
Trapped in your hot car
I am all the days that you choose to ignore
You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds
I am a moth
Who justs wants to share your light
I’m just an insect
Trying to get out of the dark
I wanna stick with you, because there are no others
You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
Waiting in the wings
I’m an animal
Trapped in your hot car
I am all the days that you choose to ignore
You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds
I am a moth
Who justs wants to share your light
I’m just an insect
Trying to get out of the dark
I wanna stick with you, because there are no others
You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong
It’s all right
Johnny Canuck3
Well-Known Member
She grew up with
The children of the stars in the
Hollywood hills and the boulevard
Her parents threw big parties
Everyone was there
They hung out with folks like dennis
Hopper, bob seeger, sonny and cher
Now, she feels safe
In the bar on fairfax
And from the stage I can tell that
She cant let go and she cant relax
And just before
She hangs here head to cry
I sing to her a lullaby, I sing
Everythings gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
She still lives with her mom
Outside the city
Down that street about a half a mile
And all her friends tell her
Shes so pretty
But shed be a whole lot prettier
If she smiled once in a while
cause even her smile
Looks like a frown
Shes seen her share of devils
In this angel town
But, everythings gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
I told her I ain1t so sure
About this place
Its hard to play a gig in this town
And keep a straight face
Seems like everyone heres got a plan
Its kind of like nashville with a tan
But, everythings gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
Everythings gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
The children of the stars in the
Hollywood hills and the boulevard
Her parents threw big parties
Everyone was there
They hung out with folks like dennis
Hopper, bob seeger, sonny and cher
Now, she feels safe
In the bar on fairfax
And from the stage I can tell that
She cant let go and she cant relax
And just before
She hangs here head to cry
I sing to her a lullaby, I sing
Everythings gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
She still lives with her mom
Outside the city
Down that street about a half a mile
And all her friends tell her
Shes so pretty
But shed be a whole lot prettier
If she smiled once in a while
cause even her smile
Looks like a frown
Shes seen her share of devils
In this angel town
But, everythings gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
I told her I ain1t so sure
About this place
Its hard to play a gig in this town
And keep a straight face
Seems like everyone heres got a plan
Its kind of like nashville with a tan
But, everythings gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
Everythings gonna be all right
Rockabye, rockabye
northernhord
Active Member
We come into this life in blood and tears
we leave this life in blood and tears
paranoia deepest darkest fears
how beautiful the life - Yes
The highs and lows of every day
laughter and screams won't go away
but the total experience of it all
blows me away
implosion
Mother lover child of wife
taken from us in this life
my griefs is yours and yours is mine
but o the gift of life is o so fine - Yes
The highs and lows of every day
laughter and screams won't go away
but the total experience of it all
blows me away
blows me away
blows me away
implosion
Truth begins to dawn, a smile across my face
realization in a total state of grace
the mines of solomon we left behind,
we left behind the evils of the west
rites of light and ceremonies bright
playing this great game of life and death - Yes
The highs and lows of every day
laughter and screams won't go away
but the total experience of it all
blows me away
blows me away
blows me away
we leave this life in blood and tears
paranoia deepest darkest fears
how beautiful the life - Yes
The highs and lows of every day
laughter and screams won't go away
but the total experience of it all
blows me away
implosion
Mother lover child of wife
taken from us in this life
my griefs is yours and yours is mine
but o the gift of life is o so fine - Yes
The highs and lows of every day
laughter and screams won't go away
but the total experience of it all
blows me away
blows me away
blows me away
implosion
Truth begins to dawn, a smile across my face
realization in a total state of grace
the mines of solomon we left behind,
we left behind the evils of the west
rites of light and ceremonies bright
playing this great game of life and death - Yes
The highs and lows of every day
laughter and screams won't go away
but the total experience of it all
blows me away
blows me away
blows me away
I was wasting my time
Trying to fall in love
Disappointment came to me and
Booted me and bruised and hurt me
But that’s how people grow up
That’s how people grow up
I was wasting my time
Looking for love
Someone must look at me
and see there’s someone of their dreams
I was wasting my time
Waiting for love
For the love that never comes from
Someone who does not exist
That’s how people grow up
That’s how people grow up
Let me live before I die
Oh, not me, not I
I was wasting my life
Always thinking about myself
Someone on the deathbed said
There are other sorrows too
I was driving my car
I crashed and broke my spine
So yes, there are things worse in life than
Never being someone’s sweetie
That’s how people grow up
That’s how people grow up
As for me I’m okay
For now anyway
mozza's new single. very good indeed
Trying to fall in love
Disappointment came to me and
Booted me and bruised and hurt me
But that’s how people grow up
That’s how people grow up
I was wasting my time
Looking for love
Someone must look at me
and see there’s someone of their dreams
I was wasting my time
Waiting for love
For the love that never comes from
Someone who does not exist
That’s how people grow up
That’s how people grow up
Let me live before I die
Oh, not me, not I
I was wasting my life
Always thinking about myself
Someone on the deathbed said
There are other sorrows too
I was driving my car
I crashed and broke my spine
So yes, there are things worse in life than
Never being someone’s sweetie
That’s how people grow up
That’s how people grow up
As for me I’m okay
For now anyway
mozza's new single. very good indeed
When the wind is high, the whitecaps curl
The waters run with an oily swirl
The skipper says, 'I love this world
It's the only one we'll see;
If your luck is in, you can see the fish
Though they swim as deep as your deepest wish'
The sound of his voice was feverish
And he gave the wheel to me
Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams
The sky grew dark and it blew a squall
We saw the weather-glass fall and fall
Then a wave rose up like a mountain wall
We stared up at the sea;
With a mortgaged boat and a stack of debt
Maybe more than your feet get wet
He looked, he shrugged, he cut the net
He set his fortune free
Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams
The skipper yelled, 'We can haul and bail
We can fight like hell but we always fail'
To the beast with the green and glittering scales
Rolling loose below;
The wave came on and we couldn't hide
We spun half-round and began to slide
Maybe that's when the skipper went over the side
We never saw him go
Love, are you glory? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Out of the story just bring me safe to shore
And I'll only put to sea
Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams
The ship's hull rang with a single crash
We shot to the top like a trumpet blast
Then the sea grew calm as a looking-glass....
I hid my face and cried
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The waters run with an oily swirl
The skipper says, 'I love this world
It's the only one we'll see;
If your luck is in, you can see the fish
Though they swim as deep as your deepest wish'
The sound of his voice was feverish
And he gave the wheel to me
Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams
The sky grew dark and it blew a squall
We saw the weather-glass fall and fall
Then a wave rose up like a mountain wall
We stared up at the sea;
With a mortgaged boat and a stack of debt
Maybe more than your feet get wet
He looked, he shrugged, he cut the net
He set his fortune free
Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams
The skipper yelled, 'We can haul and bail
We can fight like hell but we always fail'
To the beast with the green and glittering scales
Rolling loose below;
The wave came on and we couldn't hide
We spun half-round and began to slide
Maybe that's when the skipper went over the side
We never saw him go
Love, are you glory? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Out of the story just bring me safe to shore
And I'll only put to sea
Who writes the story? I don't know any more
Maybe nothing's what it seems
Spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
And I'll only put to sea in my dreams
The ship's hull rang with a single crash
We shot to the top like a trumpet blast
Then the sea grew calm as a looking-glass....
I hid my face and cried
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I went down to Houston
And I stopped in San 'Antone
I passed up the station for the bus
I was trying to find me something
But I wasn't sure just what
Man I ended up with pockets full of dust
So I went on to Cleveland and I ended up insane
I bought a borrowed suit and learned to dance
I was spending money like the way it likes to rain
Man I ended up with pockets full of cane
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
I ain't never been to Vegas, but I gambled up my life
Building newsprint boats I race to sewer mains
Was trying to find me something but I wasn't sure just what
Funny how they say that “some things never change”
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
Up here in the city feels like things are closing in
The sunset's just my light bulb burning out
I miss kentucky and I miss my family
All the sweetest winds they blow across the south
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
And I stopped in San 'Antone
I passed up the station for the bus
I was trying to find me something
But I wasn't sure just what
Man I ended up with pockets full of dust
So I went on to Cleveland and I ended up insane
I bought a borrowed suit and learned to dance
I was spending money like the way it likes to rain
Man I ended up with pockets full of cane
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
I ain't never been to Vegas, but I gambled up my life
Building newsprint boats I race to sewer mains
Was trying to find me something but I wasn't sure just what
Funny how they say that “some things never change”
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
Up here in the city feels like things are closing in
The sunset's just my light bulb burning out
I miss kentucky and I miss my family
All the sweetest winds they blow across the south
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
dynamicbaddog
run for your life
How come you're always such a fussy young man?
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it (prrr)
Don't wanna argue, I don't wanna debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate ooh
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it, don't you tell me your full
Just eat it, eat it , eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter , it's for lord fri
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are a cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food like it's some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it (prr)(burp)
You better listen, better do what you're told ooh
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole ooh
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you have for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, (woohoo) eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken,(woohoo) have some more pie (woohoo)
It doesn't matter , Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana,(woohoo) have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it (prrr)
Don't wanna argue, I don't wanna debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate ooh
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it, don't you tell me your full
Just eat it, eat it , eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter , it's for lord fri
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are a cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food like it's some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it (prr)(burp)
You better listen, better do what you're told ooh
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole ooh
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you have for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, (woohoo) eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken,(woohoo) have some more pie (woohoo)
It doesn't matter , Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana,(woohoo) have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
There was a man
A lonely man
Who lost his love
Through his indifference
A heart that cared
That went unshared
Until it died
Within his silence
(*) and solitaires the only game in town
And every road that takes him
Takes him down
And by himself its easy to pretend
Hell never love again
(**) and keeping to himself
He plays the game
Without her love
It always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
Hes playing solitaire
A little hope
Goes up in smoke
Just how it goes
Goes without saying
There was a man
A lonely man
Who would command
The hand hes playing
(as performed by gallon drunk)
A lonely man
Who lost his love
Through his indifference
A heart that cared
That went unshared
Until it died
Within his silence
(*) and solitaires the only game in town
And every road that takes him
Takes him down
And by himself its easy to pretend
Hell never love again
(**) and keeping to himself
He plays the game
Without her love
It always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
Hes playing solitaire
A little hope
Goes up in smoke
Just how it goes
Goes without saying
There was a man
A lonely man
Who would command
The hand hes playing
(as performed by gallon drunk)
art of fact
wavvvey
when you've finally thrown up your hands
poured your heart out, yet nothing stands
it seems our efforts are wasted
but yet it hasn't been in vain
unfulfillment is killing you
seems like no one shares the same view
we may have never met but
it might be you who pulls me through
stand up so i can see you
shout out so i can hear you
reach out so i can touch you
this is our emergency
this is our emergency
this is our emergency
baby you don't have to be
a picture in a magazine
sometimes you're too blind to see
anything objectively
just keep on doing your thing right now
listen here take it from me
we're gonna go it differently
they'll follow when you start the lead
strength in numbers is our key
keep on doing your thing you do now
don't forget that when you doubt
that anyone will care about
a thing you do and when you're lost
someone else is always found
a thousand voices, are you listening?
the tiny spark that you create
it can inspire and duplicate
and soon it spreads from state
to state from williamsburg to silverlake
a thousand voices, are you listening?
this is our emergency
this is our emergency
stand up so i can see you
shout out so i can hear you
reach out so i can touch you
this is our emergency
baby you don't have to be
a picture in a magazine
sometimes you're too blind to see
anything objectively
just keep on doing your thing right now
don't forget that when you doubt
that anyone will care about
a thing you do and when you're lost
someone else is always found
a thousand voices, are you listening?
this is our emergency
this is our emergency
poured your heart out, yet nothing stands
it seems our efforts are wasted
but yet it hasn't been in vain
unfulfillment is killing you
seems like no one shares the same view
we may have never met but
it might be you who pulls me through
stand up so i can see you
shout out so i can hear you
reach out so i can touch you
this is our emergency
this is our emergency
this is our emergency
baby you don't have to be
a picture in a magazine
sometimes you're too blind to see
anything objectively
just keep on doing your thing right now
listen here take it from me
we're gonna go it differently
they'll follow when you start the lead
strength in numbers is our key
keep on doing your thing you do now
don't forget that when you doubt
that anyone will care about
a thing you do and when you're lost
someone else is always found
a thousand voices, are you listening?
the tiny spark that you create
it can inspire and duplicate
and soon it spreads from state
to state from williamsburg to silverlake
a thousand voices, are you listening?
this is our emergency
this is our emergency
stand up so i can see you
shout out so i can hear you
reach out so i can touch you
this is our emergency
baby you don't have to be
a picture in a magazine
sometimes you're too blind to see
anything objectively
just keep on doing your thing right now
don't forget that when you doubt
that anyone will care about
a thing you do and when you're lost
someone else is always found
a thousand voices, are you listening?
this is our emergency
this is our emergency
northernhord
Active Member
I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too
And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my
return to earth
But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you
Let's see you'd be about 60 now, and long dead
by the time I return to earth
My time held dreams were full of you as you were
when I left, still underage
Your android replica is playing up again
it's no joke
When she comes she moans another's name
But that's the spirit of the age, that's the
spirit of tha age
I am a clone, I am not alone
Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to
the others
Everything I say is in the same tone as my test
tube brother's voice
And there's no choice between us, if you had ever
seen us you'd rejoice in your uniqueness
And consider every weakness something special of
your own
Being a clone I have no flaws to identify
Even this doggerel that pours from my pen
Has just been written by another twenty
telepathic men
Word for word it says
"Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a
battery hen".
And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my
return to earth
But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you
Let's see you'd be about 60 now, and long dead
by the time I return to earth
My time held dreams were full of you as you were
when I left, still underage
Your android replica is playing up again
it's no joke
When she comes she moans another's name
But that's the spirit of the age, that's the
spirit of tha age
I am a clone, I am not alone
Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to
the others
Everything I say is in the same tone as my test
tube brother's voice
And there's no choice between us, if you had ever
seen us you'd rejoice in your uniqueness
And consider every weakness something special of
your own
Being a clone I have no flaws to identify
Even this doggerel that pours from my pen
Has just been written by another twenty
telepathic men
Word for word it says
"Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a
battery hen".
Those lyrics were really good.Roadkill said:
Nice lyrics. They're simple but say a lot.dodgepot said:
In the shuffling madess
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser
Headlong to his death
He feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going
No way to slow down
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations - one by one
His woman and his best friend
In bed and having fun
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going
No way to slow down
He hears the silence howling
Catches angels as they fall
And the all-time winner
Has got him by the balls
He picks up Gideons Bible
Open at page one
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going
No way to slow down
rollinder
Dont walk away in silence
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sasha Distel.
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles,
They hang on every word you speak.
But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.
I've seen all your qualifications
That you got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso.
Your loveliness goes on and on.
When you go on your summer vacation,
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan
On your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy,
But you never get your lips wet
But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.
You're in between twenty and thirty,
A very desirable age.
You're body is firm and inviting,
But you live on a glittering stage.
Your name it is heard in high places.
You know the Agha Khan.
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, aha aha.
They say that when you get married,
It will be to a millionaire.
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn.
But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.
Ah, remember the back streets of Naples,
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try.
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are.
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar deep inside, yes, you do.
Ah, I know where you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
I know the thoughts that surround you,
Cause I can look inside your head.
And you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sasha Distel.
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles,
They hang on every word you speak.
But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.
I've seen all your qualifications
That you got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso.
Your loveliness goes on and on.
When you go on your summer vacation,
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan
On your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy,
But you never get your lips wet
But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.
You're in between twenty and thirty,
A very desirable age.
You're body is firm and inviting,
But you live on a glittering stage.
Your name it is heard in high places.
You know the Agha Khan.
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, aha aha.
They say that when you get married,
It will be to a millionaire.
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn.
But where do you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
I want to look inside your head.
Ah, remember the back streets of Naples,
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try.
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are.
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar deep inside, yes, you do.
Ah, I know where you go to my lovely...
When you're alone in your bed.
I know the thoughts that surround you,
Cause I can look inside your head.
Johnny Canuck3
Well-Known Member
all we are is all that love brings
we spin as the highest star spins
we get hearts on fire and in love
and sometimes we're too blind to see
and i know now that love sometimes stings
when you're waiting fo a telephone ring
and you feel like a lone star spinning
that might as well give up burning
don't ask me if I'm still in love
i'm hit by this love song i sing
cause you made me feel such a long way away
iknow now that love sometimes stings
I've waited for your telephone rings
and you made me feel such a long way away
rollinder
Dont walk away in silence
Your nose is runnin'
And your eyes are red
Your head is achin'
You'd be better in bed
From the bottom of your fever
To the throbbing in your toes
You've got a cold
You've got a cold
You're searching madly
To find a cure
But the mercury's rising
To a hundred and four
You've got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You've got a cold
You've got a cold
Ain't no use in fightin' it
Get into bed and try to sweat it out
Hot toddies won't help you
Warm blankets won't sweat it out
Inhalants just choke you
Hot flushes will tell you
Anyway you've got it
Ain't no doubt about it
Nothin' new about
You can scream and shout it
Hot toddies won't help you
Warm blankets won't sweat it out
Inhalants just choke you
Hot flushes will tell you
Anyway you've got it
Ain't no doubt about it
Nothin' new about
You can't fight it
Foreign bodies in your Kleenex
You've got no taste at all
While your system is dyin'
The bugs are havin' a ball
You've got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You've got a cold
You've got a cold
And your eyes are red
Your head is achin'
You'd be better in bed
From the bottom of your fever
To the throbbing in your toes
You've got a cold
You've got a cold
You're searching madly
To find a cure
But the mercury's rising
To a hundred and four
You've got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You've got a cold
You've got a cold
Ain't no use in fightin' it
Get into bed and try to sweat it out
Hot toddies won't help you
Warm blankets won't sweat it out
Inhalants just choke you
Hot flushes will tell you
Anyway you've got it
Ain't no doubt about it
Nothin' new about
You can scream and shout it
Hot toddies won't help you
Warm blankets won't sweat it out
Inhalants just choke you
Hot flushes will tell you
Anyway you've got it
Ain't no doubt about it
Nothin' new about
You can't fight it
Foreign bodies in your Kleenex
You've got no taste at all
While your system is dyin'
The bugs are havin' a ball
You've got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You've got a cold
You've got a cold
lontok2005
New Member
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Chimes of Freedom, Dylan
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Chimes of Freedom, Dylan
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