Leonard Cohen "Everybody Knows" Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows Everybody knows that you love me baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that you've been faithful Ah give or take a night or two Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows And everybody knows that it's now or never Everybody knows that it's me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah when you've done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton For your ribbons and bows And everybody knows And everybody knows that the Plague is coming Everybody knows that it's moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past Everybody knows the scene is dead But there's gonna be a meter on your bed That will disclose What everybody knows And everybody knows that you're in trouble Everybody knows what you've been through From the bloody cross on top of Calvary To the beach of Malibu Everybody knows it's coming apart Take one last look at this Sacred Heart Before it blows And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Oh everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows
Haaaa, that reminds me of another favourite of mine: Famous Blue Raincoat It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record. Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train And you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobody's wife. Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake -- She sends her regards. And what can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you I'm glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free. Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear -- Sincerely, L. Cohen
Hey, cool! The Tea Party did a cover of that Rolling Stones song...pretty good, too, I say. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! This was my mother's favourite song, but I could never be able to play it on the guitar for her Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! : <center>Vincent - Don Mclean Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray 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 colours on the snowy linen land. *Chorus: Now I understand what you tried to say, to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now... Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colours changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. *Chorus: Bridge: For they could not love you But still, your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could've told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you... Starry, Starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn, a bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Chorus: Now I think I know What you tried to say, to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will... </center>
"The Tea Party did a cover of that Rolling Stones song...pretty good, too, I say." Ug, no offense Blue but that cover was just more of the mindless pop-rock for the teeny-bopper rock wannabe crowd we have today. Creed, Tea Party, Default, Sum41, Teble Charger, Coldplay, P.O.D., Linkin Park...... All of it is brainless, self-indulgent, repetitive and thoughtless "music". I'll post a couple of my favourites in a bit.
To Xev AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Love Thor
To be honest I agree with Tyler about the actual bands. But that was taken too far. Nice responce Blue, again, Kudos.
The last section of the last Beatles album ever was 3 songs linked together beautifully... Lyrically not one of The Beatles' greatest songs these three are amazing musically and, in my opinion, The End features one of the coolest sets of guitar solos ever. That song's really only good if you hear it. And it's just one of my personal favs. What can I say; when I get high I'm 100% psychedelic!
Come listen to my tale of woe It happened many years ago When stakes were high and morals low In hoary old Jerusalem. In days of old there lived a maid, She was the mistress of her trade, A prostitute of high repute, The Harlot of Jerusalem. Chorus: Hi, Ho Kafoozalum The harlot of Jerusalem; Prostitute of ill repute The daughter of the Baba. Kafoozalum was a wily witch A wanton whore, a brazen bitch And she caused every dong to twitch That dangled in Jerusalem A prince there was, both great and tall His cock so strong, could break a wall Which fascinated nearly all The harlots in Jerusalem. Chorus: One day, returning from a spree His customary hard on, he Thought to get a piece for free Of the harlot named Kafoozalum. He looked and made a forward pass Knocked her down onto the grass He missed her hole but hit her ass The pride of all Jerusalem. Chorus: Kafoozalum she knew her art She arched her back and blew a fart That sent him flying like a dart, Sailing o'er Jerusalem. Now, when the moon is big and red His flying form soars overhead Raining curses on the head Of that wanton whore, Kafoozalum. Chorus:
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oh dearie me! Kafoozalum, The Harlot of Jerusalem translated from assyrian cuneiform texts circa 700 bc by MacCrotch, Phil circa 1965
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There's an idea, Nightfall. Searching for odd things is always fun. Here are the results for "Phil MacCrotch" on Google: http://www.google.com/search?q=Phil MacCrotch&sourceid=opera&num=0&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8 On Kazaalite, nothing. *Xev wanders off to search for "zombies sex +and" and suchlike.* In conclusion, we are all doomed.
My favourites change like the wind, but one always remains constant... Winding your way down on Baker Street, Light in your head and dead on your feet. Well, another crazy day, you’ll drink the night away And forget about everything. This city desert makes you feel so cold, It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul, And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong When you thought it held everything. You used to think that it was so easy, you used to say that it was so easy, But you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now. Another year and then you’d be happy, just one more year and then you’d be happy, But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now. Way down the street there’s a light in his place, He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face, And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen And you talk about anything. He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land, He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands, And then he’ll settle down, in some quiet little town And forget about everything. But you know he’ll always keep movin’, you know he’s never gonna stop movin’, ’Cause he’s rollin’, he’s the rollin’ stone. And when you wake up it’s a new morning, the sun is shining, it’s a new morning, And you’re going, you’re going home. "Baker Street", Gerry Rafferty That SAX! oh god, that sax... the story goes, they were looking for a stand in saxophone player to do the song after deciding a guitar couldn't fill the emotional requirement. They go through heaps of guys, none work... and in walks this old black man with his sax all taped up with masking tape where its cracked. the rest is history.
well this was my personal favorite Pure hearts by Rikki (this is the lyric version of aeris theme in FF7 if you want to know or anyone heard it) Beyond this road, running on far and long Must surely be something we can believe in If, like a traveler in the wind You went on, aiming for the northern skies The hot emotions that have begun to disappear Glitter and wave once more Within my heart I don't want to cry, you see So I don't give in to my weak self Huge wings Unseen only by eyes Held by undecorated hearts Spread your hands; while singing Be embraced by eternal time And connect with life Beyond this road, running on far and long Must surely be something we can believe in