Great Song Lyrics

Hey man,  never under estimate your own choice/taste in music.  You own that shit. It belongs to nobody else.

David Bowie (repeat) UB40 (repeat) - Trey Anastasio

don’t fool yourself girl, it’s winking at you

^^^^^ I knew you'd be surprised..........

"Oh, she was bred in old Kentucky, but she's only a  crumb up here." - Curly Howard

"He's got a way with women and he just got away with mine." - AJ Croce

You know, some people got no choice
And they can never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it
You know, it's called bad luck

Heard you say you're done good times

well,

Good Times said they're done with You!

Oh Alabama
The devil fools
With the best laid plan
Swing low Alabama
You got the spare change
You got to feel strange
And now the moment
Is all that it meant

Sim-Bop & Be-Bophone
Sky-Balls & Sax-Scraper

Mike Gordon 

Smell my mule

Mike Gordon 

Elevator in the brain hotel

Donovan

Good one on the "Epistle to Dippy" lyrics.  Donovan was a great songwriter.

Bummed is what you are when you go out to your car and it's been towed - Mike Gordon

I'd like to go to your house and gather all your razors and pick all the little prickly hairs so I can weigh them, what do ya say?

Mike Gordon 

She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich......Jethro Tull

On second thought,  I should have quoted a different line from "Weigh"

One of the greatest opening lines ever...

I'd like to cut your head off so I could weigh it, what do ya say?

Mike Gordon 

Where I come from

All the roads are rocky and steep
And you aren’t judged by
The company you keep
I would know you anywhere
Salt-sea breezes in your hair
No one to compare
Where I come from

Everybody's got something to do
I've got nothing but this empty room
Everybody's got some kind of job
Everybody's got someone to love
Not me, I'm fuckin' the dog

Everybody's got somewhere to go
I've got nothing but this dirty hole
Everybody's going out tonight
I'm staying here and out of sight
Yea, fuckin' the dog

I'm living in darkness every day
I'm the devil's son some people say
I'm so far gone I can't be saved
I'm just living day to day
Yea, that's right, fuckin' the dog

C'mon, fuckin' the dog
That's right, I'm fuckin' the dog
You're never done 'till you do it like I said
You've got no one to love, I'm just fuckin' the dog
Fuck, fuck, fuckin' the dog 

It is what it is 'til it ain't anymore.

~Kasey Musgraves~

I rang a silent bell 

Aesop Rock - No Regrets

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
"Hey little Lucy, want to come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
She said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished, " and walked away

1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A be see
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
'cause dreamers always chase
But never get it

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, "Lucy, want to join me for some lunch??"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
'cause while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you want to do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JX4c8nXPsA

Mr. Lif - Post Mortem

Our horizon was accessorizing we bred more need
Best believe this be the equation of greed
I need a new car and thus new breaks
Another tune-up with lube
Whatever's put together shall be unscrewed
In times of famine we made more food
Food made more people
It's all explained within the cycle of evil
Would I trade it all?
Cruisin down the highway on a bright summer day
Gazing out a plane to see the earth from miles away
Watchin the patriots win the super bowl
Grabbin that fumble from Ricky Prole
Or my stereo provided me with rhythm and soul
I don't know, all I know is I feel guilt for
Every single thing I've ever bought and sold
I shoulda been at more demonstrations
Planted bombs in corporations
Murdered CEO's and cancelled TV shows
Burned billboards and torn posters
I coulda read more
Finally I get to meet this god they left us dead for
And its ill, its power to the form of a bill
To which people killed by manipulated free will
Conscience be the crucifix a chopping block for poppycock
And I can feel our spirits drop upon these streets I oddly walk
Enough talk! Here's my last chance to cherish a thought
My flesh is fully melted and my stomach's in a knot
So to my love I hated to leave you alone
Parted my zone passion took me to places and my life was a poem
Baby I was on my way home about to catch a flight
Our meeting has dissolved in radiation and light
Love you gave me made me shine
You're gorgeous with a powerful mind
You lifted my spirits and strengthened my spine
I'm at peace with my life cause knowin you was divine
You made me see eternal beauty in a world that was dying
Now we're all ground by the grind
Out of luck and out of line, out of signs
And now we're out of time...

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtxRV6_A_PQ&list=PL47B5B98E9AFBF82A&inde...

Because I've got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger

Beastie Boys 

To Do is To Be

Plato

To Be is To Do

Socrates

Oo Be Do Be Do

Sinatra

number nine

'No man is an island.

He's a peninsula.

I used to love her, so i had to kill her.

GNR

Shave Em Dry

written by Jimmy James Yancey

performed by Lucille Bogan

I got nipples on my titties
Big as the end of my thumb
I got somethin between my legs
That'll make a dead-man come

Baby won't you shave 'em dry
Want you to grind me baby
Grind me until I cry

I fucked all night
And the night before, baby
And I feel like I wanna fuck some more
Oh, grind me honey
Shave me dry

And when you hear me holla baby
Want you to shave me dry

I got nipples on my titties
Big as the end of my thumb
[??]

Oh, daddy shave me dry
And I'll give you something baby
Swear it'll make you dry
I'm gonna turn back my mattress
And let you on my springs
I want you to grind me daddy
Until the bells do ring
Oh baby
Want you to shave me dry
Oh great God daddy, if you can't shave em baby, won't you try?

Now if fuckin' was the thing
That would take me to heaven,
I'd be fuckin' in the studio
Till the clock strike eleven.
Oh daddy, daddy shave 'em dry,
I would fuck you baby,
Honey I'd make you cry.

Now your nuts hang down
Like a damn bell sapper,
And your dick stands up like a steeple.
Your goddam ass-hole
Stands open like a church door,
And the crabs walks in like people.
Ow, shit!
(Aah, sure enough, shave 'em dry?)
Ooooh! Baby, won't you shave 'em dry

A big sow gets fat from eatin' corn,
And a pig gets fat from suckin'.
Reason you see this whore, fat like I am,
Great God, I got fat from fuckin'.
Eeeeh! Shave 'em dry
(Aah, shake it, don't break it)

My back is made of whalebone,
And my cock is made of brass,
And my fuckin' is made for workin' men's two dollars,
Great God, round to kiss my ass.

Oh! Whoo, daddy, shave 'em dry

>>>>I've got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger

I’ve got more spice than the frugal gourmet…

I think I spent the dog-food money
But he'll love me just the same
And if you really love me baby
Help me scrape the mucus off my brain

Short people got no reason
To live

Randy Newman

I just turned twenty two, I was wondering what to do. You know the song.

..

Triple 

One 'n one is eleven 

Two 'n Two is Twenty-two 

FZ

Americans dont care much for beauty

Theyll shit in a river, dump battery acid in  a stream

Theyll watch dead rats wash up on the beach

And complain if they cant swim

Lou Reed

And...all of Blinded by The Light...

Cpl favorite parts though...

And some half sown moonstone

Was messin with his frozen zone

To remind him of the feelin of romance....

....

Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun

Oh, but, Mama,

Thats where the fun is.

Bruce

I'm gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whites I see

Garrett Johnson 

My name is Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiid.

Kid Rock!

I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight
And upon yonder precipice saw her alight
And glared back at me one last look of dismay
As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray

Anastasio/Marshall 

Help, I'm a rock 

FZ

You get handed your own ass every day.

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

The torrent of helplessness swept me away
To the cavern of shame and the hall of dismay

Anastatio/Marshall 

There's roosters laying chickens and chickens layin' eggs

John Prine 

Up pops the wife...

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes "ah"

:)

.

It's hidden far away
But someday I may tell
The tale of metal tangle
When into your world I fell
Without you now I wander soaking
Secretly afraid
'Cause in your grasp the fears don't last
(And some of them have stayed)

Anastasio/Marshall 

With a big ol' lie
And a flag and a pie
And a mom and a bible
Most folks are just liable
To buy any line
Any place, any time

FZ

Faceplant into rock.

trouble with you is the trouble with me

got two good eyes but you still don't see

(good enough to be a proverb)

and , lol, fabes....

a grinder, a bumper with a pre-moistened dumper

-FZ

Imagine....

Mother....

Instant Karma....

Power to The People...

Give Peace a Chance...

Man was a freakin genuis...

That's right, you asked for it, remember there is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over

FZ

When they tell you about existential pain
They count the distance from your soul to the desire in your brain
I swear I am a reasonable man
It is a matter of the heart that put a shotgun in my hand
In fact it's quite poetic... A shotgun to my head

Now I'm gone...
I left you a Rorschach on the wall
And a song...
In the sound of strange thunder rolling down the hall
Now I'm gone...
I left you a Rorschach on the wall
And a song...
In the blood and bone and strange thunder rolling down the hall

It's a strange... A strange thunder
Rolling through my head... Rolling through my head

Your love is like heroin...

PT

 
Come down off the cross, we can use the wood

Tom Waits/ Kathleen Brennan