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ballad of a thin man --bob dylan

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

pints of guinness make you strong --against me!

evelyn sits by the elevator doors
it's been 37 years since james died on st. patrick's day in 1964
but she could not hold it against him
there were times when there was nothing she could do but lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together
a picture of better days

and just like james, i'll be drinking irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week wil be gone forever
evelyn i'm not coming home tonight
if we're never together
if I'm never back again
well I swear to god that I'll love you forever
evelyn i'm not coming home tonight
in all the years that went by she said she'd always love him
and from the day that he died she never loved again

in his wallet she kept in her nightstand an a.a. card and a lock of red hair
she kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart
it killed a part of her before the rest was gone.

she said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up I just would have let myself die."

and just like james, i'll be drinking irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week wil be gone forever
evelyn i'm not coming home tonight
if we're never together
if I'm never back again
well I swear to god that I'll love you forever
evelyn i'm not coming home tonight

One of my favourite German groups (Now that I come to think of it there are many German groups that I adore)

Wolfsheim - The Sparrows And The Nightingales

How long have you been free
in this world of hate and greed
is it black or is it white
let´s find another compromise
and our future standing still
we´re dancing in the Spotlight
where is the leader who leads me
i am still waiting
leaving home
and good is on your side
dividing sparrows from the nightingales
watching all the time
dividing water from the burning fire
leave a light on in the night for me
that i can find you remember when we both where young an
reckless and so curious
now you´re hiding from you child
a one day´s drawing
remember that you felt alive somtimes
and good is on your side
dividing cruelty from tenderness
watching all the time
dividing fiction from reality
move in circles walk the line
no human being in sight
calm the wind an calm the seas
lets try another kind of peace
who fights this holy civil war
a million men in uniform
wo ist der fhrer der mich fhrt
ich warte immer noch
leaving home
and good is on your side
dividing presence from the history
watching all the time
dividing deaf men from the listening one
leave a light on......
and good is on your side
dividing soldiers from the fisherman
watching all the time
dividing warships from the ferryboat

I don´t think there should be a problem. After all the lyrics are either from official sites, or from the original cds. There are many music forums in which there are lyrics. As long as we don´t send MP3s in here...

The thread is not made for hacking music. It is made only for exchange poetry which happens to be music too. And it is a motive to all of us, read some lyrics and If we like something to buy the cd, or learn some new groups.

Anyway if Larians think that is should be a problem, I will sure close the thread. I don´t mean to cause any trouble to the Larrians.

@Kiya: I like tears a lot, Ive listened to it quite a few times now.

@Faile: I like the words to the guiness song

@People in general: Why is it that the more depressing lyrics are the ones that stick with us?

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Just my opinion, strictly subjective:
I think depressive lyrics (thoughtful one) touches and activates the tender spot we have inside. They trigger it and allow to express itself, to show itself to us, to rise, so we (the adult) may feel it. Lyrics are food for the "inner child" (our emotions) - and everyone has a sad, lonely, forlorn little kid in her-/himself. It's not totally like that but one of the inner fragments we carry around and often try to hide, even from oneself. I believe, lyric is a key to get into contact with that part of us, like a gentle knocking on an inner door - we normally prefer to keep tightly shut - an invitation. The sad forlorn little kid is shy and used to be abandoned. Lyric is an invitation for it to come out.

Same goes for aggressive lyrics = the angry child fragment
Love lyrics, humorous lyrics = the playful, joyful child fragment

Kiya

Short and to the point, but a cracking song all the same....

Moby----- Honey

Get my honey come back, sometimes
I'm gonna rap that jack, sometimes (?)
Get a hump in my back, sometimes
I'm going over here, sometimes

Way down, sometimes
Gonna get my pal, sometimes

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a very sad songtext, but a beautiful song:
Ben harper - widow of a livin man

mama why does he treat me so cold
why do i feel so old
how long has he treated me unkind
or have i always been so blind

i'm the widow of a living man

why can't the times stay the same
now i am begging him to change
what about all the plans we made
now i am so afraid

i'm the widow of a living man

why does he hurt me so
i'm gonna need someplace to go
he's no longer some kind woman's son
mama i think that i had better run

i'm the widow of a living man

Poision the well
(mostly emocore loveballeds)

Nerdy
why do your eyes paralyze me what makes me feel this way carry me away with silence and heartbeats as rapid thinking about your embrace and how it makes me feel i just wanna feel this way forever/sleep on portraits painted as perfect as you/why have i been given the chance to fly/when im not with you i feel lesser alone/i remmember your face imprinted on angels your voice as beautiful as the sound of waves crashing against my heart time slows down when you look at me im infatuated with this infatuated with you its so hard for me to understand why i hadnt found you before dont dull away hold my hand

Botchla
but i adore her. this will never happen. but i adore her. this will never
happen. over my dead body. of course i think about it. burn my path if it does. shape my body as i feel. torn. shape my body as i feel. torn broken.
and if it happens. i'll burn and crawl deeper. in my hole. darkness always
says hello. and your burning body will light my way. burning body light my
way.

-> the emocore style of singing gives even more emotions

As friends Rust
Coffee Black
You like your coffee black, your neighborhood white, your lights are out at nine o' clock at night. Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth? You've got pre-packaged food, Family Feud, faith in the church, and a good clean attitude. Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth? The only problem that you've got, is the night that Wheel of Fortune's not. And the only thing you haven't bought, are the people that are buying you. You are the Moral Majority, devoid of moral priority. You are Barbie Doll sorority. You are the Boys' Club government. How we lust familarity, speedy compact portability. Every step that you take forward, is a generation back for us. We are the ugly. We are the gay, Impoverished, effeminate, and overweight. Take your consumer culture back from us. It's a [nocando] economic attack on us all. And the Football Season is the only reason you stay alive in your Prime Time beehive.

oi how can I forget bout this:

Flogging molly
Drunken Lullabies
Must it take a life for hatful eyes
To glisten once again
Five hundred years like Gelignite
Have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die
Has the Shepard led his lambs astray
to the bigot and the gun

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes
Turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie
In their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
Through these bars of men made steel
Is it a great or little thing we fought
Knelt the conscience blessed to kill

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though there is nothing left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

I sit in and dwell on faces past
Like memories seem to fade
No colour left but black and white
And soon will all turn grey
But may these shadows rise to walk again
With lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
Shall beat a new found flame

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

The dark night of the soul vocals -> Loreena MacKennitt

Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast
and by a lantern night
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night
and by the secret star I quickly fled
the veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead

Oh, night, thou was my guide
oh night, more loving than the rising sun
oh night, that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night
is secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart

the fire t'was led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun
to where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come

within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him
he fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave
from o'er the fortress walls
the wind would brush his hair against his brow
and with his smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow

I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lover's breast
and care and grief grew dim
as in the mornings mist became the light
there they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
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Short explanation: 15th century, written by the Spaniard St. John of the Cross - and this lyrics describes the love he has for his God! Loreena MacKennitt turned it into a beautiful song - I still find the way he describes his love very touching.
Kiya

No offence (to each her own) that is my least favorite song off the Mask and Mirror. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
I do know a friend who used it at her wedding though.
The lyrics are beautiful.

talk about short and sweet:

short attention span --fizzy bangers

i don't think you understand
i got a short attention span
short attention span!

that's it. the whole song. it's 8 seconds long.

dragh- <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" /> for molly. you know i love them.

Public Image Limited do a song called "Black rubber bags". Thats also the entire lyrics.

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so do I so do I

Winterborn (This Sacrifice)

by The Crüxshadows


Dry your eyes and quietly bear this pain with pride
For heaven shall remember the silent and the brave
And promise me they will never see, the fear within our eyes
(my eyes are closed)
We will give strength to those who still remain

So bury fear, for fate draws near
And hide the signs of pain
With noble acts, the bravest souls
Endure the heart's remains
Discard regret, that in this debt
A better world is made
That children of a newer day might remember
And avoid our fate

(I've waited all day in the pouring rain, but nobody came, no, nobody came)

And in the fury of this darkest hour
We will be your light
You've asked me for my sacrifice
And I am Winter born
Without denying, a faith is come
That I have never known
I hear the angels call my name
And I am Winter born

Hold your head up high-for there is no greater love
Think of the faces of the people you defend
(you defend)
And promise me, they will never see the tears within our eyes
(my eyes are closed)
Although we are men, with mortal sins, angels never cry

So bury fear, for fate draws near
And hide the signs of pain
With noble acts, the bravest souls
Endure the heart's remains
Discard regret, that in this debt
A better world is made
That children of a newer day might remember
And avoid our fate

And in the fury of this darkest hour
We will be your light
You've asked me for my sacrifice
And I am Winter born
Without denying, a faith in God
That I have never known
I hear the angels call my name
And I am Winter born

And in the fury of this darkest hour
I will be your light
A lifetime for this destiny
For I am Winter born
And in this moment..I will not run
It is my place to stand
We few shall carry hope
Within our bloodied hands
(bloodied hands)
And in our Dying, we're more alive-than we have ever been
I've lived for these few seconds
For I am Winter born

And in the fury of this darkest hour
We will be the light
You've asked me for my sacrifice
And I am Winter born
Without denying, a faith in man
That I have never known
I hear the angels call my name
And I am Winter born

Within this moment now
I am for you, though better men have failed
I will give my life for love
For I am Winter born
And in my dying
I'm more alive, than I have ever been
I will make this sacrifice
For I am Winter born

For the short attention spans:


Gayatri mantra vocals Deva Premal

Om bhur bhuvah svah
tat savitur varenyam
bhargo devasya dhimahi
dhiyo yonah prachodayat

Through the coming, going and the balance of life
the essential nature which illumes existence is the adorable one
may all perceive throught subtle intellect
the brilliance of enlightenment
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Her father sang this oldest mantra daily to her as she was in her mother's womb - and later on daily when she was born. A wonderful way to be welcomed to life and invited, hm?
Kiya

Om Asatoma

Om asatoma satgamaya
tamasoma iyotir gamaya
mrityorma amritam gamaya

Take us from the false to the truth
from darkness to light
and from poison to nectar
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for all changing periods in life - even for the ultimate - the last one: death.

2nd. yes, its a pretty good song! the lyrics are very nice too.

hmm, I need to see into getting these. BTW, you can download this one from M3P.com



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Oh dear there are some real diamonds in here....

Well another German group. I liked very much their work.

THE CIRCLE NEVER ENDS-ELUSIVE

There’s a lonely room I’m lost within
and reasons fall in a black hole heart
on a nowhere ride through the ruins of your love
Come through your pain Come through your
There’s a storm in sight there’s a long black cloud
Where day turns to night I hear voices calling
I got nowhere to hide and you are turning away
Come through your pain Come through your pain
Can’t let it go I’ve seen your eyes
so many times like this before
here comes the rain that never ends
can’t let it so I’ve seen your eyes
so many times like this before
Here comes the rain that never ends
can’t let it go Come through your
come through your pain come through your
The circle never ends
There’s a storm inside unlocks the sadness
and day turns to night And the voices call me
got nowhere to hide and I am drowning again.

this is from chris cornell & it's called seasons ...

Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all

And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed

And I'm lost, behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

Now I wanna fly above the storm
But you can't grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
This naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me

And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away
Should I be beside myself
And not even stay

And I'm lost, behind
Words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by

yep, i'm a sucker for heart wrenching songs but not country(mostly) nor pop.