lyrics thread ( not silly or trite)

[afro-elf]

Lossei

this is the NOT SILLY OR TRITE THREAD

[Lizra]

Delete, doesn't fit AE's definition of serious. I'll find a sledge hammer and come back

[afro-elf]

So we won't get this thread closed by going of topic why don't you guy and gals start a silly lyrics thread

[Draken]

Originally posted by afro-elf
Draken great song

Cheers ae! You've been posting some interesting stuff yourself...been ages since I've listened to any Maiden, quite takes me back!

[Draken]

Talking of taking me back, I must dig out my old Kate Bush albums some day soon...


"Army Dreamers" by Kate Bush

Our little Army Boy,
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder,
Four men in uniform to carry home
My little soldier.

Chorus
What could he do? Should have been a rock star.
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
What could he do? Should have been a politician,
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do? Should have been a father,
But he didn't even make it to his twenties.
What a waste,
Army Dreamers.

Tears o'er a tin box.
Oh Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He cannot win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons,
Now he's sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

Chorus

[Lizra]

Silly? What's silly.........I was serious.

[Lizra]

In an effort to redeem myself........I've selected a sledge hammer by the name of Bruce Springsteen, New Jersey's gift to women like me!!!

It's hard to be a Saint in the City


I had skin like leather and the diamond hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova

With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear it's heartbeat

The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "nickels for your pity"
Them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king of the alley I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the begger's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street

Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy on the street

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold just by a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat

You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street

And them south side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city.

[Menelvagor]

She's Leaving Home - The Beatles

Wednesday morning at five oclock as the day begins;
Silently closing her bedroom door,
leaving the note that she hopes will say more.
She goes downstairs into the kitchen clutching her handkerchief.
Quietly turning the back door key,
stepping outside she is free.

She (We gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
Home. (We gave her everything money could buy)

She's leaving home after living alone for so many year. (Bye, bye)

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown.
Reading the letter that's lieing there,
Standing alone at the top of the stairs.
She breaks down and crys to her husband, 'Daddy, our baby's gone.
How could she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me?'

She (We never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)

She's leaving home after living alone for so many years (bye, bye)

Friday morning at 9 oclock she is far away.
Rushing to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.

She (What did we do that was wrong?)
Is having (we didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (fun is the one thing that money can't buy)

Something inside that was always denied for so many years.

She is leaving home. Bye. Bye.


AE: Nice thread, it's a nice thread to read at the insomniac hours of the morning (seriously, no sarcasm intended)

[Draken]

Thought I'd revive this thread having seen a version of this song on an Old Grey Whistle Test retrospective. A beautifully subtle anti-war song.


Shipbuilding by Elvis Costello

Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'DAD THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO TASK
BUT I'LL BE BACK BY CHRISTMAS'
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD
DIVING FOR DEAR LIFE
WHEN WE COULD BE DIVING FOR PEARLS

[Finrod Felagund]

"Bring Him Home" From Les Miserables


God on high, hear my prayer
In my need, you have always been there
He is young, he's afraid
Let him rest, heaven blessed
Bring him home, Bring him home, Bring him home

He's like the son i might have known
If God had granted me a son
The summers die one by one
How soon they fly on and on
And I am old and will be gone

Bring him peace, bring him joy,
He is young, he is only a boy
You can take, you can give
Let him be, let him live
If I die, let me die
Let him live
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring...him...home

[Finrod Felagund]

Yes it's Les Mis again but it's a cool song!

Do You Hear The People Sing?

Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of you heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes

Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free

Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of you heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes

Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Who will come up and take their chance
The blood of the martyrs
Shall water the meadows of France

Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of you heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes

[Dussander]

Frank Sinatra - I left my heart in San Francisco

The loveliness of Paris
Seems someshow sadly gay.
The glory that was Rome
Is of another day.

I've been terribly alone
And forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home
To my city by the bay.

I left my heart
In San Francisco
High on the hill

It calls to me.
To be where little cables cars
Climb halfaway to the stars!
The morning fog may chill the air.

I don't care!
My love waits there in San Francisco

Above the blue and windy sea.
When I come home to you

San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me!

I left my heart

[Dussander]

(sorry about the format!)
Frank Sinatra - My Funny Valentine


My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine,
you make me smile with my heart.
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable.
Yet, you´re my fav´rite work of art.
Is your figure less than Greek ?
Is your mouth a little weak ?
When you open it to speak, are you smart ?
But don´t change on hair for me, not if you care for me.
Stay little Valentine, stay ! Each day is Valentine´s day.
Is your figure less than Greek ? Is your mouth a little wek ?
When you open it to speak, are you smart ?
But please, don´t change on hair for me, not if you care for me.
Stay little Valentine, stay ! Each day is Valentine´s day.

[Aeryn]

Sarah McLachlan (sp) - Adia


Adia I do believe I failed you.
Adia I know I've let you
Don't you know I tried so hard to
love you in my way? It's
easy let it go...

Adia I'm emp-ty since you left me,
Trying to find a way to car-ry on.
I search myself and ev-eryone to
see where we went wrong. There's
no one left to fin-ger, there's
no one here to blame; there's
no one left to talk to, honey and there
ain't no one to buy our innocence. 'Cause
we are born innocent.
Believe me Adia, we are still innocent. It's
easy, we all fal-ter. And does it matter?

(Same as above)
Adia I thought that we could make it
but I know I can't change the way you feel
I leave you with your misery
a friend who won't betray
I pull you from your tower
I take away your pain
and show you all the beauty you possess
if you'd only let yourself believe that
we are born innocent.
Believe me Adia, we are still innocent
it's easy, we all falter. And does it matter?

(interlude)

'cause we are born inno-cent. Believe me,
Adia we are still innocent.It'seasy, we all fal-ter ... but does it matter?

(chorus)
(same as above)

(ending)
But does it matter?

[Aeryn]

Sarah McLachlan - Building a Mystery
Building A Mystery
You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
but so careful
When I'm in your arms

(chorus)
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin
You're a beautiful
A beautiful ****ed up man
You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine
chorus x 3

[Aeryn]

Sarah McLachlan - Sweet Surrender

It doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I've left behind me
is a cold room
I've crossed the last line
from where I can't return
where every step I took in faith
betrayed me
and led me from my home

And sweet
sweet surrender
is all that I have to give

You take me in
no questions asked
you strip away the ugliness
that surrounds me
are you an angel
am I already that gone
I only hope
that I won't disappoint you
when I'm down here
on my knees

And sweet
sweet
sweet surrender
is all that I have to give

Sweet
sweet
sweet surrender
is all that I have to give

And I don't understand
by the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall

I miss the little things
oh I miss everything

It doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I left behind me
is a cold room.

I guess you can tell I like Sarah McLachlan eh?

[Starr Polish]

Originally posted by Dussander
(sorry about the format!)
Frank Sinatra - My Funny Valentine


My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine,
you make me smile with my heart.
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable.
Yet, you´re my fav´rite work of art.
Is your figure less than Greek ?
Is your mouth a little weak ?
When you open it to speak, are you smart ?
But don´t change on hair for me, not if you care for me.
Stay little Valentine, stay ! Each day is Valentine´s day.
Is your figure less than Greek ? Is your mouth a little wek ?
When you open it to speak, are you smart ?
But please, don´t change on hair for me, not if you care for me.
Stay little Valentine, stay ! Each day is Valentine´s day.

I love this song, but I like the Etta James version.

[Draken]

"When the Tigers Broke Free" by Pink Floyd (from the film version of The Wall but not on the original album)


It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command
Took my daddy from me.

[Coney]

The Crest by The Men They Couldn't Hang (a folk-rock song)

When your eyes behold this letter, Ill be deep within my grave
I've nothing left to give you, but for one last thing I've saved
In the corner of the cellar look inside the iron chest
Bearing seven silver medals there lies wrapped a wooden crest

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one

The name on the last medal is a man I never knew
Though I bore his name and nature and his conscience as I grew
When they shipped him back from Passchendaele it was raining in his head
Not caused by any bullet but by the faces of the dead


From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one


When the boys came home from Dunkirk Beach, the crest came down to me
And I served as stretcher bearer up the back of Italy
But I didn't slow a bullet or blow any flesh apart
My medal was a red cross that was strapped across my heart

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one

Many decades later I have seen the bounty drop
We scattered those generations now we reap a ruined crop
The brains, the brawn, the beauty each in turn were sacrificed
And marked up with a plain cross like the suffering Jesus Christ


From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver cases hammered on a wooden one

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one


I wish that I could give you something fine and something proud
A history of stuggle to emancipate the crowd
But all I give's a blessing take the shield down to the sea
Sacrifice tradition and save your family

From the father to the son
Like a bullet from a gun
Seven silver crosses hammered on a wooden one

[Coney]

more from the same band

Bounty Hunter

I stand as a witness to a jury and judge
And for all my sins I will answer
My name you'll know my trade you'll see
I am the Bounty Hunter

I as no friendship, I seek no badge
I always travel alone
I take no partners, lose no friends
l keep my Christian name unknown

My weapons are guns and cunning and speed
My prize is the colour of green
And if my service is easily bought
My faith has never been

Dead or alive I carry them in
The cowardly and the silent
For seeking bounty belonging to you
The rope delivers a judgement

My weapons are guns and cunning and speed
My prize is the colour of green
And if my service is easily bought
My faith has never been
Spirit breaking, widow making Bounty hunter

Mine is the chase and the luck of the draw
Yours is the iron hand of the state
Yours is the book, the bell and the rope
Mine is the Gamblers fate

Debt-collecting sin-inspecting bounty hunter
Never failing devil trailing bounty hunter

I stand as a witness to a jury and judge
And for all my sins I will answer
My name you know, my trade you'll see
I am the Bounty Hunter

My weapons are guns and cunning and speed
My prize is the colour of green
If my service is easily bought
My faith has never been

Debt-collecting sin-inspecting bounty hunter
Never failing devil trailing bounty hunter