Favorite Song Lyrics

**Gregoshi** · 04-27-2008, 06:30

Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin.
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun.
At home it will almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin.

Al Stewart, Roads to Moscow

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,
'Twas the Witch of November come stealin'

Gordon Lightfoot, Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

**Raz** · 04-27-2008, 07:55

Originally Posted by Bryan Adams

I got my first real six-string,

- Summer of 69

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**CountArach** · 04-27-2008, 08:26

Are we allowed to put politically motivated lyrics in here? I have a lot of favourite song lyrics, but most of them are of the "

authority" type.

**Quirinus** · 04-27-2008, 08:56

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh, but they're so spaced out
buh-buh-buh-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots, a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine, oh-hoh
Buh-buh-buh-Bennie and the Jets...

Elton John, Bennie and the Jets

**Mete Han** · 04-27-2008, 09:21

Guns'n Roses You Could Be Mine

You Could Be Mine lyrics
I'm a cold heartbreaker
Fit ta burn and I'll rip
your heart in two
An I'll leave you lyin' on the bed
I'll be out the door before ya wake
It's nuthin' new ta you
'Cause I think we've seen that movie too

'Cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine

Now holidays come and then they go
It's nothin' new today
Collect another memory
When I come home late at night
Don't ask me where I've been
Just count your stars
I'm home again

'Cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine

You've gone sketchin' too many times
Why don't ya give it a rest
Why
Must you find
Another reason to cry

While you're breakin' down my back n' I been rackin' out my brain
It don't matter how we make it
'Cause it always ends the same
You can push it for more mileage
But your flaps r' wearin' thin
And I could sleep on it 'til mornin'
But this nightmare never ends
Don't forget to call my lawyers
With ridiculous demands
An you can take the pity so far
But it's more than I can stand
'Cause this couchtrip's gettin' older
Tell me how long has it been
'Cause 5 years is forever
An you haven't grown up yet

You could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine
You should be
You could be mine

Yeah!

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Guns'n Roses Locomotive

Locomotive lyrics
Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness
Yeah I'll find a way to cure the pain
If I said that you're my friend
And our love would never end
How long before I had your trust again
I opened up the doors when it was cold outside
Hopin' that you'd find your own way in
But how can I protect you
Or try not to neglect you
When you won't take the love I have to give
I bought me an illusion
An I put it on the wall
I let it fill my head with dreams
And I had to have them all
But oh the taste is never so sweet
As what you'd believe it is-
Well I guess it never is
It's these prejudiced illusions
That pump the blood
To the heart of the biz

You know I never thought
That it could take so long
You know I never knew how to be strong
Yeah, I let you shape me
But I feel as though you raped me
'Cause you climbed inside my world
And in my songs
So now I've closed the door
To keep the cold outside
Seems somehow I've found the will to live
But how can I forget you
Or try not to reject you
When we both know it takes time to forgive

Sweetness is a virtue
And you lost your virtue long ago
You know I'd like to hurt you
But my conscience always tells me no
You could sell your body on the street
To anyone whom you might meet
Who'd love to try and get inside
And bust your innocence open wide

'Cause my baby's got a locomotive
My baby's gone off the track
My baby's got a locomotive
Got ta peel the bitch off my back
I know it looks like I'm insane
Take a closer look I'm not to blame
No

Gonna have some fun with my frustration
Gonna watch the big screen in my head
I'd rather take a detour
'Cause this road ain't gettin' clearer
Your train of thought has cut me off again
Better tame that boy 'cause he's a wild one
Better tame that boy for he's a man
Sweetheart don't make me laugh
You's gettin' too big for your pants
And I's think maybe you should
Cut out while you can
You can use you illusion-
Let it take you where it may
We live and learn
And then sometimes it's best to walk away
Me I'm just here hangin' on
It's my only place to stay at least
For now anyway
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away

I'm taking time for quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I know it's never easy-
So why should you believe me
When I've always got so many things to say
Calling off the dogs a simple choice is made
'Cause playful hearts
Can sometimes be enraged
You know I tried to wake you-
I mean how long could it take you
To open up your eyes and turn the page

Kindness is a treasure-
And it's one towards me you've seldom shown
So I'll say it for good measure
To all the ones like you I've known
Ya know I'd like to shave your head
And all my friends could
paint it red
'Cause love to me's a two way street
An all I really want is peace

But my baby's got a locomotive
My baby's gone off the track
My baby's got a locomotive
Got ta peel the bitch off my back
I know it looks like I'm insane
Take a closer look I'm not to blame
No

Affection is a blessing
Can you find it in your sordid heart
I tried to keep this thing
ta-gether
But the tremor tore my pad apart
Yeah I know it's hard to face
When all we've worked for's gone to waste
But you're such a stupid woman
And I'm such a stupid man
But love like time's got its own plans

'Cause my baby's got a locomotive
My baby's gone off the track
My baby's got a locomotive
Got ta peel the bitch off my back
I know it looks like I'm insane
Take a closer look I'm not to blame
Yeah
If love is blind I guess
I'll buy myself a cane

LOVE'S SO STRANGE

Axl is a demi god and Slash is actually a god

**Beirut** · 04-27-2008, 12:33

Originally Posted by Gregoshi

Gordon Lightfoot, Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

An Official Frontroom Balloon for Gregoshi for having the intellect, culture, and class to quote Gordon Lightfoot.

**Gregoshi** · 04-28-2008, 01:19

Originally Posted by Beirut

An Official Frontroom Balloon for Gregoshi for having the intellect, culture, and class to quote Gordon Lightfoot.

Thank you Canada for Gordon Lightfoot!

A few more from Mr. Lightfoot that always have me wishing I was northward bound:

Just for now I'd like to rest in the shade of a maple tree
To the blue Canadian sky
I'll say a prayer for the world out there.

from Hiway Songs

There's a kind of a restless feeling and it pulls me from within
It sends my senses reeling and my wheels begin to spin
In the quietude of winter you can hear the wild geese cry
I will always love that sound until the day I die.
...
The lake is blue, the sky is gray, the leaves have turned to gold
The wild goose will be on her way, the weather's much too cold
When the muskie and the old trout too have all gone down to rest
We will be returning to the things that we love best.

from Restless

There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real

from Canadian Railroad Trilogy

**master of the puppets** · 04-29-2008, 03:10

Uriah Heep, Lady in Black

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Linkin Park, Runaway

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Iron and Wine, Boy with a Coin

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Black Sabbath, Iron Man

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Tupac Shakur

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more to come when i have more time.

**Lord Winter** · 04-29-2008, 04:09

Armageddon by Emarosa

ar away from somewhere
i'd like to call it close to you
the problem is
ive finally found a reason

im hoping that your safe now
now that you've found your way out
truth is the silence cant speak for you
theres to much to say
but words arent enough to speak for

you cant forget all these things that you know
this is the day of your reckoning
(pray for your life)
and i watched you create all of your shame
i know of a place that can
save you from the things you fear

no one will hear the things you say
i know the things that you need

i wont be the one to pull you
will you find your way back home
when everything you know is gone
tell me im the one who missed you here
what have i become
i try so hard just to forget

before the crowd of a silent mouth
like air in a dream of drowning
youll find yourself inside this moment
and confess that your at war
with what keeps you breathing

your holding your thoughts back to
keep you from speaking the words
you know you cant mean in the end
if this is what you want
then this is what youll get
i watched you fall to your knees as the waves
came tumbling down crashing upon
this wreckless abandoned
hope that you painted
inside of this life you live

Dublin Waltz

Liquor burns my tongue
It stings to count to three and look to see a hand upon your waist
But he holds you like he should
Graceful, gliding, glimpse of a lover's kiss
Another round of ale, an I don't believe this

[chorus]
Movements of a demigod
We're caught in a waltz and hope we dance forever
A dream from which we'll never part
And awake from your arms, I'd neevr, ever

He whispers in your ear
From what it seems it turns you on
Sends shivers down your back, like the violin runs
graceful, gliding, glimpse of a lover's touch
I can dance with my gloves on, I think this has gome far enough

[chorus]

Watch your steps and count to three

Stare across the room with careful scurtiny
Assess the situation
Proof is what I need, to show that I'm a man
I know just what I want, and have the liquid confidence to show her what I've got
The man that never care, that never bottled up and hid from all the feelings that je jad, and all the
things he never did
I stop my slurring speech and expect the best reply
"will you dance befoe the night ends, just one more time?"
Adrenaline, the confirmation, losing to the charm..In my arms

Voices by Dream Theater

'Love, just don't stare'
He used to say to me
every Sunday morning
The spider in the window
The angel in the pool
The old man takes the poison
Now the widow makes the rules

'So speak, I'm right here'
She used to say to me
not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling
the Devil in my bed
I guess Easter's never coming
So I'll just wait inside my head

Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares

Voices repeating me
'Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.'
Voices discussing me
'Others steal your thoughts
they're not confined
within your mind.'

Thought disorder
Dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?

I feel elated
I feel depressed
Sex is death, Death is sex
Says it right here on my Crucifix

Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares

Voices protecting me
'Good behavior
brings the Savior
to his knees.'
Voices rejecting me
'Others steal your thoughts
they're not confined
to your own mind.'

"I don't wanna be here, 'cause of my
suffering, 'cause of my illness.
Only love is worth having, only
love is what matters, loving every
people on equal terms. "
"You've got to know who you're
dealin' with because, like a stranger,
a-heh, just might come in through
here with a gun... and then, what
would you do? (Heh.)"
"Everything is immaterial..."
"'n' you know that reality is immaterial."
"This is not reality..."

I'm kneeling on the floor
staring at the wall
like the spider in the window
I wish that I could speak
Is there fantasy in refuge?
God in politicians?
Should I turn on my religion?
These demons in my head tell me to

I'm lying here in bed
Swear my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday morning

Seen my diary on the newsstand
Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
It's a shame no one is praying
'Cause these voices in my head
keep saying...

'Love, just don't stare.'
'Reveal the Word when you're
supposed to'
Withdrawn and introverted
Infectiously perverted
'Being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused
enough to stay.'

Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting
Twentieth century Icon bleeding
Willing to risk Salvation
to escape from isolation

I'm witness to redemption
heard you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my secrets?
Deliver us from Darkness?

Voices repeating me
'Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.'
Voices discussing me
Don't expect your own Messiah
This netherworld which you desire
is only in your mind.

**Subedei** · 04-29-2008, 10:06

"be true to yourself and you will never fall!" [pass the mic by the Beastie Boys]

**Gregoshi** · 04-29-2008, 16:05

Al Stewart is a favourite of mine because not only does he bring history alive via his songs but he can paint vivid pictures with his lyrics.

Flying Sorcery is about English pilot Amy Johnson who set several flying records in the 1930s:

No school room kept you grounded, while your thoughts could get away
You were taking off in Tiger Moths, your wings against the brush strokes of the day.

Old Admirals is based on the life of WW1 First Sea Lord John Fisher.

I can well recall the first time I ever put to sea
It was on the old Calcutta in 1853
I was just a lad of 14 years, a midshipmen to be
To make my way in sailing ships of the Royal Navy
...
Oh the wooden ships they turned to iron and the iron ships to steel
And shed their sails like autumn leaves with the turning of the wheel
And I was given captain's rank and soon took under me
The proudest ship that ever sailed for queen and country

Mr. Stewart doesn't associate On the Border with any particular historical event, but it sure does invoke a sense of history and beautiful imagery.

The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border

On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the night
The hand that sets the farms alight
Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border