It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you.
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream/At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines — Bruce Springsteen, "Born to Run". New Jersey's State government were going make this song the official NJ youth anthem until someone pointed out the reference to suicide in it.
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking 'bout the government
Another Dylan entry.
or
The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for the birds and bees
I want money - that's what I want
or
Cheap holidays in other peoples' misereeee
or
I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit - I hope it's already too late
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
[cite]Posted By: BlackForestReds[/cite]Well if you ever plan to motor west,
Just take my way , that's the highway that's the best.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
Nah!
Well if you ever go to Shoeburyness
take the A road the O.K. road that's the best
go moterin' on the A13.
Billy Brag quality lifting of other peoples lyrics again.
Well I built my life around you, did what I thought was right.
But you never cared about me, now I’ve seen the light.
Oh darling, there ain’t no pleasin’ you.
"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea,
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath,
because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon
the number of the beast for it is a human number,
it's number is Six hundred and sixty six"
Here I lie in a lost and lonely part of town. Held in time.
In a world of tears I slowly drown. Goin'home.
I just can't make it all alone.
I really should be holding you.
Holding you. Loving you loving you.
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Plaistow Patricia by Ian Dury
Coincidentally that song was my ear worm this morning and I was thinking what a great song it was all day today.
How dare you get that wrong Oggy! Deep shame on you :-)
"The Milky Bar kid is strong and tough,
and only the best is good enough"
I see all of those bands worked hard at naming their song!
Jake Thakray - On again on again
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you.
Fairytale of New York: The Pogues
twang twang twang twang
twang twang twang twang twang twang twang twang twang twang etc'
twang twang twang twang twang
'Because They're young' , Duane Eddy!
play with the naughty rude girls in the wood.
Ivor bigun and the red nose band
now I'm kissing you by proxy,
hope you don't mind
Intermittently by The Barenaked Ladies
Where you drink Champagne and it tastes
Just like Cherry Cola"
I'm on the pavement thinking 'bout the government
Another Dylan entry.
or
The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for the birds and bees
I want money - that's what I want
or
Cheap holidays in other peoples' misereeee
or
I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit - I hope it's already too late
Mountain Goats in black humour mode
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
Just take my way , that's the highway that's the best.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
Oh God I got to get a lift
From reality I just can drift
That's why I'm staying with that spliff
Easy Skanking
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
Hendrix purple haze
Nah!
Well if you ever go to Shoeburyness
take the A road the O.K. road that's the best
go moterin' on the A13.
Billy Brag quality lifting of other peoples lyrics again.
It begins with a blessing and ends with a curse,
making life easy by making it worse...
'Why are we Sleeping' Gudjieff inspired lyric by Kevin Ayers/Soft Machine 1
''Standing on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jane shes in her dress
Me im in a rock and roll band''
But you never cared about me, now I’ve seen the light.
Oh darling, there ain’t no pleasin’ you.
Chas n Dave
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath,
because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon
the number of the beast for it is a human number,
it's number is Six hundred and sixty six"
Maiden
In a world of tears I slowly drown. Goin'home.
I just can't make it all alone.
I really should be holding you.
Holding you. Loving you loving you.
BG's
"It's Britney, bitch"
Kerdidderly ei-de-ooo I love youhoo............. kerddidderley ei-de-ooo I love you.
Taxi for SoundAs...!!??