Jump to content
Sign in to follow this  
RichP714

What are your favorite lyrics?

Recommended Posts

I'll start with:
 
Neil Young "Don't let it bring you down"
 
Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the allay at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing
through the window
in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying
in a gutter in the lane,
If you're walking home alone.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I've got lots of favorites; depends on the mood. However, this one from Carol King has been like an ear worm that's been there since 1971...
 
Music is playing inside my head
Over and over and over again
My friend, there's no end - to the music
 
Not very deep, but not depressing either.
 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

my all time fav:
 
 
Institutionalized
Suicidal Tendencies 
 
Sometimes I try to do things but it just doesn't work out the way Iwant it to, and I get real frustrated and then like I try hard to doit, and I like, take my time but it just doesn't work out the way Iwant it to. Its like, I concentrate on it real hard, but it justdoesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it neverturns out. Its like, I need time to figure these things out, but theresalways someone there going “hey mike, you know we've been noticingyou've been having a lot of problems lately, you know? You need tomaybe get away. And like, maybe you should talk about it, you'll feel alot better.” And I'm all like “oh, nah, its ok, you know. I'll figureit out. Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out, you know? I'm justworking on it by myself.” And they go “well, you know, if you wannatalk about it, I'll be here, you know? And you'll probably feel a lotbetter if you talk about it. So why don't you talk about it?” I go “no,I don't want to! I'm ok. I'll figure it out myself!” But they just keepbugging me, they just keep bugging me, and it builds up inside.

So you're gonna be institutionalized. You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes.
You won't have anything to say. They'll brainwash you until you see their way.

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one that's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help to protect me from the enemy, myself.

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking abouteverything, but then again I was thinking about nothing. And then mymom came in, and I didn't even know she was there. She called my nameand I didn't hear her and then she started screaming “Mike, Mike!” AndI go “what? Whats the matter?” She goes “whats the matter with you?” Igo “theres nothing wrong, mom.” Shes all “don't tell me that! You're ondrugs!” I go “no mom I'm not on drugs. I'm ok, I'm just thinking, youknow? Why don't you get me a Pepsi?” She goes “No! You're on drugs!” Igo “mom, I'm ok. I'm just thinking.” She goes “No! You're not thinking,you're on drugs! Normal people don't be acting that way!” I go “mom,just get me a Pepsi! Please, all I want is a Pepsi!” And she wouldn'tgive it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and shewouldn't give it to me! Just a Pepsi!

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves! Tied around your back, you're treated like thieves!
Drug you up because they're lazy! It's too much work to help a crazy!

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help, to protect me from the enemy, myself.

I'm sitting in my room, when my mom and my dad came in. they pulled upa chair and they sat down. They go “mike, we need to talk to you.” AndI go “ok, whats the matter?” They go “me and your mom, we've noticedthat lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been goingoff for no reason, and we're afraid you're going to hurt somebody, andwe're afraid you're going to hurt yourself. So we decided that it wouldbe in you're best interest if we put you somewhere where you could getthe help that you need.” And I go “wait, what are you talking about, WEdecided? MY best interests? How do you know what MY best interest is?How can you say what MY best interest is? What are you trying to say?I'M crazy? When I went to YOUR schools, I went to YOUR churches, I wentto YOUR institutional learning facilities. So how can you say I'Mcrazy?”

They say they're gonna fix my brain. Alleviate my suffering and my pain.
But by the time they fix my head. Mentally I'll be dead.

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help, to protect me from the enemy, myself.

Doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyways. 
 
 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The Pretender — Jackson Browne

 

"The Pretender"
 

I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
I'll go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I'll get up and do it again
Amen
Say it again
Amen

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it's the wink of an eye
And when the morning light comes streaming in
You'll get up and do it again
Amen

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the Pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight

I'm going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams
And then we'll put our dark glasses on
And we'll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We'll get up and do it again
Get it up again

I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Though true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender
 

 

 

 

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I have always liked the lyrics to all the songs on Kansas' "Leftoverture" album, but this is one of the best, short & true:
 

Magnum Opus
b.gif
(Kerry Livgren/Steve Walsh/Rich Williams/Dave Hope/Phil Ehart/Robby
Steinhardt)

This foolish game, oh it's still the same
The notes go flyin' off in the air
And don't you believe it's true, the music is all for you
It's really all we've got to share
Cause rockin' and rollin', it's only howlin' at the moon
It's only howlin' at the moon

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Guest FrankieD
I think Don Henley is one of the most literate song writers today. This cut from "Long road out of Eden" is right on about things today!

 

"Frail grasp on the big picture"

 

Well ain't it a shame

that our short litle memories

never seem to learn

the message of history

we keep makin' the same mistakes

over and over and over and over again

and then we wonder

why we're in the shape we're in

 

good old boys down at the bar

paenuts and politics

they think they know it all

they don't know much of nothing

even if one of them was to read the newspaper

cover to cover

that ain't what's goin' on

journalism's dead & gone

 

Frail grasp on the big picture

light fading and the fog is getting thicker

it's a frail grasp on the big picture

dark ages

 

You my love drunk friend

all that red wine & candlelight

soulful conversations

that go on until dawn

How many times canyou tell your story?

How many hangovers can you endure

just to get some snuggling done?

you're living in a hollow dream

you don't have the slightest notion

what long-term love is all about

all your romantic liasons

don't deal with the eternal questions like

Who left the cap off the freaking toothpaste?

Whose turn to take the garbage  out?

 

Frail grasp on the big picture

You keep on rubbin' that you're gonna get a blister

Its a frail grasp on the big picture

I've seen it all before

 

And we pray to our lord

who we know is American

He reigns from on high

He speaks to us through middlemen

He shepards his flock

we sing out & we praise his name

He supports us in war

He presides over football games

And the right will prevail

All our troubles shall be resolved

We have faith in the Lord

unless there's money or sex involved

 

Frail grasp on the big picture

nobody's calling them for roughing up the pitcher (?)

It's a frail grasp on the big picture

Heaven help us

 

Frail grasp on the big picture

all waiting for that miracle elixir

frail grasp on the big picture

I don't wonder anymore

 

Frail grasp on the big picture

Somebody says, "you brought her here so go ahead and kiss her"

Frail grasp on the big picture

 

Frail grasp on the big picture

light fading and the fog is getting thicker

frail grasp on the big picture

 

 

 

The bold lines are where I feel he has particularly hit the nail on the head. Song has a great beat too !

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Guest nclh77

When I'm tired and thinking cold

I hide in my music, forget the day

and dream of a girl I used to know

I closed my eyes and she slipped away
 
Boston-More Than A Feeling

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Under the category of "Stick it to You", this is one of my favourites;
"I'll Feel a Whole Lot Better" : Performed by THE BYRDS and written by Gene Clark.
 
The reason why, Oh I can say
I have to let you go , and right away
After what you did, I can't stay on
And I'll probably feel a whole lot better
When you're gone

Baby for a long time, you had me believe
That your love was all mine, and that's the way it would be
But I didn't know, that you were putting me on
And I'll probably feel a whole lot better
When you're gone,
Ah when you're gone

Now I've got to say, that it's not like before
And I'm not gonna play, your games anymore
After what you did, I can't stay on
And I'll probably feel a whole lot better
When you're gone
Ah when you're gone
Ah when you're gone
Ah when you're gone

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Van Morrison always hit my mind first when it's talk about good lyrics..

Days like this
 
When it's not always raining
there'll be days like this
When there's noone complaining
there'll be days like this
Everything falls into phase
like the flick of a switch
Well my momma told me
there'll be days like this

When you don't need to worry
there'll be days like this
When noone's in a hurry
there'll be days like this
When you don't get betrayed
by that old Judas kiss
Oh my momma told me
there'll be days like this

When you don't need an answer
there'll be days like this
When you don't meet a chancer
there'll be days like this
When all the parts of the puzzle
start to look like they fit
Then I must remember
there'll be days like this

When everyone is upfront
and they're not playing tricks
When you don't have no freeloaders
out to get their kicks in
When it's nobody's business
the way that you wanna live
I just have to remember
there'll be days like this

When noone steps on my dreams
there'll be days like this
When people understand what I mean
there'll be days like this
When you bring out the changes
of how everything is
Well my momma told me
there'll be days like this

Oh my momma told me
there'll be days like this
Well my momma told me
there'll be days like this
Oh my momma told me
there'll be days like this
Oh my momma told me
there'll be days like this
 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Life Is A Ministrone by 10cc from the Original Soundtrack album.  Kind of silly but why not.
 
I'm dancing on the White House lawn
Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn
Hanging round the gardens of Babylon
Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up
She gets more fan mail than the Pope
She takes the mickey out of all my phobias
Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze

I'm leaning on the Tower of Pisa
Had an eyeful of the tower in France
I'm hanging round the gardens of Madison

And the seat of learning
And the flush of success
Relieves a constipated mind
I'm like a gourmet in a skid row diner
A fitting menu for a dilettante

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze
Love is a fire of flaming brandy
Upon a crepe suzette
Let's get this romance cooking, honey
But let us not forget

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Frank Zappa

I'm The Slime from Overnite Sensation, 1973

True then, even truer now...

 

I am gross and perverted

I'm obsessed and deranged

I have existed for years

But very little has changed 

I'm the tool of the government

And Industry too

For I am destined to rule

And regulate you

 

I may be vile and pernicious

But you can't look away

I make you think I'm delicious

With the stuff that I say

I'm the best you can get

Have you guessed me yet 

I'm the slime oozing out

From your TV set

 

You will obey me while I lead you

Eat the garbage that I feed you

Till the day that we don't need you

Don't go for help...no one will heed you

Your mind is totally controlled

It has been stuffed into my mold

And you will do as you are told

Until the rights to you are sold

 

That's right folks...

Don't touch that dial 

 

Well I am the slime from your video

Oozing along on your living room floor

 

I am the slime form your video

Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

From the 1970 Moody Blues album, A Question of Balance;
 
"Question"

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.

It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the wall of love is for.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.

And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true.
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.

I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.

Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she's waiting there for me.

But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.

I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.

It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Like most, got tons that I really like, but a couple that come to mind are:

 

Pink Floyd's "Time": "....kicking around on a piece of ground, blah, blah, there's time enough today to do....and then one day you find ten years have got behind you, no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun..."

 

Timbuk3's "It's Just Another Movie": "...now my freedom's bought and paid for, it lights up my living room, there's nothing left to prove, I got no reason to move, and when I'm tired of the program, when its taken its TOLL, I can push a button and change the channel by remote control. it's just another movie, another song and dance, another poor sucker who never had a chance..." 

 

Dylan's "Positively 4th Street": "I wish that you could stand in my shoes, and that for just that one moment I could be you, then you'd know what a drag it is to see you..."

 

I love lyrics that express that kind of pathos (?)....cynical commentary on "modern life".....eusa_clap.gifeusa_doh.gif

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

yep; "Like a Rolling Stone" has shown up as the #1 on many a "greatest hits of..." lists. It has the most dramatic beginning of ANY song: BANG! One grand note out of no where and it's off and running at full steam! Got to be Dylan's pinnacle creation (maybe). Great back story about the guy who got to do the organ on this song as well: he wanted to be on guitar, but was no chance of that as they had the cream of the (studio) crop for that...so he just pushed his way in by doing that "over cooked" organ (that "others" wanted to "mute", but Dylan, wisely! said no, let it be!)

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

same story here . if your into music with lyrics there is a basillion lyrics you like...
 I think my 3 favorites Pink Floyd,,, Van Morrison,,, and then there's Frank!!!!!!
this is just 1 of the good ones
 
Whoever we are, wherever we're from, we shoulda noticed by now our behaviour is dumb
And if our chances expect to improve it's gonna take a lot more than tryin' to remove the other race or the other whatever from the face of the planet altogether
They call it "The Earth" which is a dumb kinda name but they named it right 'cause we behave the same
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over, yes we are, dumb all over, near and far, dumb all over, black 'n white, people, we is not wrapped tight
And nerds on the left, nerds on the right
Religious fanatics on the air every night, sayin' the bible tells the story and makes the details sound real gory about what to do if the geeks over there don't believe in the book we got over here
You can't run a race without no feet
And pretty soon there won't be no street for dummies to jog on or doggies to dog on
Religious fanatics can make it be all gone
I mean it won't blow up and disappear, it'll just look ugly for a thousand years
You can't run a country by a book of religion
Not by a heap or a lump or a smidgeon of foolish rules of ancient date, designed to make you all feel great while you fold, spindle and mutilate those unbelievers from a neighbouring state
To arms, to arms
Hooray! That's great, two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate they ship the parts to mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (Get down)
Not his, not hers but what the hey
The good book says, "It's gotta be that way"
But their book says, "Revenge the crusades"
With whips 'n chains and hand grenades
Two arms, two arms
Have another and another
Our Cod says, "There ain't no other"
Our Cod says, "It's all ok"
Our god says "This is the way"
It says in the book, "Burn and destroy"
And repent and redeem and revenge and deploy and rumble thee forth to the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'Cause they don't go for what's in the book and that makes 'em bad
So verily we must choppeth them up and stompeth them down
Or rent a nice French bomb to poof them out of existence while leaving their real estate just where we need it to use again for temples in which to praise our god, 'cause he can really take care of business
And when his humble TV servant with humble white hair and humble glasses and a nice brown suit and maybe a blonde wife who takes phone calls, tells us our god says it's ok to do this stuff, then we gotta do it
'Cause if we don't do it we ain't "Gwine up to hebbin"
Depending on which book you're using at the time
Can't use theirs, it don't work, it's all lies, gotta use mine
Ain't that right?
That's what they say
Every night, everyday
Hey, we can't really be dumb if we're just following god's orders
Well let's get serious, god knows what he's doin'
He wrote this book here and the book says, "He made us all to be just like him"
So, if we're dumb, then god is dumb and maybe even a little ugly on the side
Dumb all over, a little ugly on the side
Dumb all over, a little ugly on the side
______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Carver 4000t , c-1 , c-5 , tx-8 , tfm-45 , tfm-55 , m-1.5 , m1.5t, 
 pm1.5   Sony dvpcx995v 400-disc ,Rane m-60 eq , technics q-212 ,
Polk sda-1a , sda-2 , rta-11t , s-10 , Jbl-sb-2 ,Klipsch klf-10 , kg-4.5
 
O.C.C.D. it's not an excuse ---- it's a  R E  A S O N  ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I like the lyrics to "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes", especially the openning which is rather profound and introspective for a "rock" song;

 

It's getting to the point,

Where I'm no fun anymore.

I am sorry.

Sometimes it hurts,

So badly I must cry out loud.

I am lonely.

etc.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

and this (again from 'Like a Rolling Stone'):

 

"...You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns as they all did tricks for you

    Never understood that it ain't no good, you should'nt let other people get your kicks for you."

 

To me this is the best/shortest summarization of "modern man's angst" (and pathos?)...and why I've always despised places like Disneyland (the most expensive place on Earth!), circuses, night clubs, etc., etc.

 

 

and yep (previous post): "Brownsville Girl" just full of great lyrics as well...one of my favorite's as well.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

From Tool's Die Eier Von Satan
 
not eveeryone's cup of tea, but I think the lyrics are funny
 
First, listening to the song; being in German language (gutteral tones), and with the 'hitler rally' background crowd, it sounds like something pretty serious is going on.
 
Then, read the english translation......
 
 
 
Lyrics:(German)
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier

In eine Schüssel geben
Butter einrühren
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten

Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
I'm Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim

Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
KEINE EIER

Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Keine Eier...

ENGLISH

The Eggs/Balls of Satan

Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs

Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough

Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
And say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"

Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
... AND NO EGGS

Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
... and no eggs.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

As I am a Blues freak, and just gotta feel the mood to really put down some great licks on the guitar--One has always stuck in my head.

 

My Woman Left Me for a Blind Man---and I still don't seem to CARE

 

I think Led Zep did it best.

By the way FYI  the latest Dig Re-Master produced by Robert Plant is a must if you like Zep:)

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

As others have said; several lyrics - depends on the mood. I like most Neil Young and Dylan stuff. Zappa of course and Beatles. Well, I guess I could go on and on.
 
Working Class Hero:
 
As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
 
No Time to Live:
 

As time begins to burn itself upon me
And the days are growing very short
People try their hardest to reject me
But in a way, their conscience won't be caught

Something's happening to me day by day
My pebble on the beach is getting washed away
I've given everything that was mine to give
And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live

So often I have seen that big wheel of fortune
Spinning for the man who holds the ace
There's many who would change their places for him
But none of them have ever seen his lonely face

 



Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

One of my favourite songs;
 
Mother and Child Reunion by Paul Simon.
 
No I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.
I cant for the life of me
Remember a sadder day
I know they say let it be
But it just dont work out that way
And the course of a lifetime runs
Over and over again

No I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.

I just cant believe its so,
And though it seems strange to say
I never been laid so low
In such a mysterious way
And the course of a lifetime runs
Over and over again

But I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
When the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a motion away,
Oh, oh the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away
Oh the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a moment away

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I heard a line in this for the first time a couple months ago. made me back up 'n begin the song over... Reminded me of a former boss!

Pink Floyd - Dogs

 

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.

You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,

You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.

And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,

You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

 

And after a while, you can work on points for style.

Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,

A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,

So that when they turn their backs on you,

You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

 

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.

You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you

get older.

And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,

Hide your head in the sand,

Just another sad old man,

All alone and dying of cancer.

 

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.

And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.

And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw

around.

So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,

Dragged down by the stone.

 

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.

Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.

Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.

If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this

maze?

 

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending

That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.

And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

And everything's done under the sun,

And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

 

Who was born in a house full of pain.

Who was trained not to spit in the fan.

Who was told what to do by the man.

Who was broken by trained personnel.

Who was fitted with collar and chain.

Who was given a pat on the back.

Who was breaking away from the pack.

Who was only a stranger at home.

Who was ground down in the end.

Who was found dead on the phone.

Who was dragged down by the stone.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

Sign in to follow this  

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

×
×
  • Create New...