song lyrics that have changed your life,

[nabraxas]

well, the wife hasn't been so bad during the days, but she is still suffering from agitated sleeplessness, i'm a semi-traind shiatsu masseur, so i've been able to help somewhat, but it's been leaving me pretty low on energy.

so we made a quick trip to her psyche this AM. He was unwilling to increase her 40mg valium dose, but he did give her some stilnox/ambien, & right now she's sleeping like the babe she is ;)

anyway, i've taken the opportunity to neck 15mg valium which i'm knocking back w/a 6 pack ov beer.

i feel pretty good--if abit slower than usual.

i thought a topic on song lyrics that have affected your mental processes might be interesting--so here we go.

no appologies to anyone who maybe offended

[nabraxas]

THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI

NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION

WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN

AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS

SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY

SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE

HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS

AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT

JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD

IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD

THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENS IN LIFE

IS THE WEST END GETS MORE CLOTHES

ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH

JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE

THEY RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR

WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE!

AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT

AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT

AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN

I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN

I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER

THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN

SELLING REVOLUTION

THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP

WITH SELF-DISILLUSION

YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP

YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN

YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO GO TO JOBS

AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM

[nabraxas]

I am no feeble Christ, not me

He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, upon his cross,

Above my body, lowly me

Christ forgive, forgive?

Holy He, He holy, He holy?

Shit He forgives, Forgive? Forgive?

I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you Jesu

Christy Christus

Puke upon your papal throne

Wrapped I am in the muddy cloud

Of hellish genocide

Petulant child

I have suffered for you

Where you have never known me

I too must die

Will you be shadowed in the arrogance of my death?

Your valley truth

What light pass those pious heights?

What passing bells for these in their trucks?

For you lord.

You are the flag-bearer of these nations

One against the other that die in the mud

No piety. No deity

Is that your forgiveness?

Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy.

Forgive? Shit he forgives

He hangs upon his cross

In self-righteous judgment

Hangs in crucified delight

Nailed to the extend of His vision

His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin.

He would nail my body upon his cross

As if I might have waited for him in the garden

As if I might have perfumed His body

Washed those bloody feet

This woman that he seeks

Suicide visionary. Death reveller. Rake. Rapist.

Gravedigger. Earthmover. Lifefucker. Jesu.

You scooped the pits of Auschwitz

The soil of Treblinka is rich in your guilt

The sorrow of your tradition

Your stupid humility is the crown of thorn we all must wear.

For you. Ha. Master. Master of gore. Enigma. Stigma. Stigmata. Errata. Eraser.

The cross is the mast of our oppression.

You fly there, vain flag.

You carry it, wear it on your back, Lord. Your back.

Enola is your gaiety.

Suffer little children (to come unto me)

Suffer in that horror. Hirohorror. Hirrohiro. Hiroshimmer. Shimmerhiro.

Hiroshima. Hiroshima. Hiroshima. Hiroshima.

The bodies are your delight

The incandescent flame is the spirit of it

They come to you Jesu. To you

The nails are the only trinity

Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness

The image that I have had to suffer

These nails at my temple

The cross is the virgin body of womanhood

That you defile

In your guilt you turn your back

Nailed to that body

Lame-arse Jesus calls me sister

There are no words for my contempt

Every woman is a cross in filthy theology

He turns His back on me in His fear

His vain delight is that pain I bear

Alone He hangs. His choice. His choice

Alone. Alone. His voice. His voice

He shares nothing, this Christ

Sterile. Impotent. Fucklove prophet of death

He's the ultimate pornography

He. He. Hear us Jesus

You sigh alone in your cockfear

You lie alone in your cuntfear.

You cry alone in your womanfear.

You die alone in you manfear.

Alone Jesu, alone

In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear.

Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear.

Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear.

Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare.

Jesus died for his own sins. Not mine.

[nabraxas]

Midnight to six man

For the first time from Jamaica

Dillinger and Leroy Smart

Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae

With backing bands sound systems

And if they've got anything to say

There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right

Charging from the bass knives to the treble

But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel

Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack

'Cos it won't get you anywhere

Fooling with your guns

The British Army is waiting out there

An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth

Better find another solution

Why not phone up Robin Hood

And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk Rockers in the UK

They won't notice anyway

They're all too busy fighting

For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned

With what there is to be learned

They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny

Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes

Along with their overcoats

If Adolf Hitler flew in today

They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf

Who looks so sick in the sun

I'm the white man in Hammersmith Palais

Two Tone looking for one

And I'm only

Looking for fun

[Amulte]

the song i was listening to just while reading this helped me come to terms with a very important persons death. buffalo springfield - expecting to fly

There you stood on the edge of your feather

Expecting to fly

While I laughed, I wondered whether

I could wave goodbye

Knowin' that you'd gone

By the summer it was healing

We had said goodbye

All the years we'd spent with feeling

Ended with a cry

Babe, ended with a cry

Babe, ended with a cry

I tried so hard to stand

As I stumbled and fell to the ground

So hard to laugh as I fumbled

And reached for the love I found

Knowin' it was gone

If I never lived without you

Now you know I'd die

If I never said I loved you

Now you know I'd try

Babe, now you know I'd try

Babe, now you know I'd try

Babe

A song that stop me my desire to self harm when i was younger is Nick cave and the bad seeds - Death is not the end

another great song is simple mind - dont you (forget about me)

[E]Won't you come [D]see about me, [A]I'll be alone. [D]Dancing you know it baby

[E]Tell me your [D]troubles and doubts, [D]giving me ev'rything [D]inside and out

[E]Love's strange, so [D]real in the dark, [A]think of the tender things [D]that we were working on

[E]Slow change may [D]pull us apart, [A]when the light gets in[D]to your heart baby

{start_of_chorus}

[E]Don't you [D]forget about me [A]

[D]Don't, don't, don't, don't

[E]Don't you [D]forget about me [A]

{end_of_chorus}

[C]Will you stand above me? [G]look my way, never love me

[D]Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling, [A]down, down, down

[C]Will you recognize me? [G]Call my name or walk on by

[D]Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling, [A]down, down, down

[E]Don't you [D]try and pretend, [A]it's my beginning, we'll [D]win in the end, oh

[E]Harm you or [D]touch your defences, [A]vanity, insecur[D]ity.

[E]Don't you for[D]get about me, [A]I'll be alone. [D]Dancing you know it baby

[E]Going to [D]take you apart, [A]I'll put us back togeth[D]er at heart baby

{comment: chorus}

[D]As you walk on by, [E]

[D]Will you call my [A]name

[D]As you walk on by, [E]

[D]Will you call my [A]name

[D]When you walk away [E] [D] [A]

[D]Oh will you walk away

i left in the chords for that one. i love it. i could keep going on and on.

but ill find others to cram in here, i love music and the effect it has on me

[nabraxas]

Banned from the Roxy... O.K.

I never much liked playing there anyway.

They said they only wanted well behaved boys,

Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?

Fuck 'em, I chosen to make my stand,

Against what I feel is wrong with this land.

They just sit there on their overfed arses,

Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes.

They keep their fucking power cause their finger's on the button,

They've got control and won't let it be forgotten.

The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun,

The proof of that is Belfast and that's no fucking fun.

Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,

Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.

Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred

And they've got the fucking nerve to call it defence.

Seems their defence is just the threat of strength,

Protection for the privileged at any length.

The government protecting their profits from the poor,

The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.

Afraid that the people may ask for a little more

Than the shit they get. The shit they get.

The shit they get. The shit they get.

The shit they get. The shit they get.

The shit they get. The shit they get.

DEFENCE? SHIT, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR

AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IT'S FOR.

Oh yes they say it's defence, they say it's decency,

Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?

The same fucking lies with depressing frequency,

They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean"

Well whose like? Whose fucking life?

Who the fuck are they talking to?

Whose life? Whose fucking life?

I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you.

And their system, christ, they're everywhere,

School, army, church, corporation deal.

A fucked up reality based on fear,

A fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real.

Well ain't got me, I'd say their fucking wrong,

I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song...

Banned from the Roxy, well O.K.

I never much liked playing there anyway.

GUNS.

[nabraxas]

that's the spirit Amulte--let's have some more folks ;)

simple mind - dont you (forget about me)

----that's from that film "the breakfast club" which was a classic when it came out

[Amulte]

Go 'way from my window

Leave at your own chosen speed

I'm not the one you want, babe

I'm not the one you need

You say you're lookin' for someone

Who's never weak but always strong

To protect you an' defend you

Whether you are right or wrong

Someone to open each and every door

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me babe

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe

Go lightly on the ground

I'm not the one you want, babe

I will only let your down

You say you're lookin' for someone

Who will promise never to part

Someone to close his eyes for you

Someone to close his heart

Someone who will die for you an' more

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me babe

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back in the night

Everything inside is made of stone

There's nothing in here moving

An' anyway I'm not alone

You say you're looking for someone

Who'll pick you up each time you fall

To gather flowers constantly

An' to come each time you call

A lover for you life an' nothing more

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

[Amulte]

heres one that i had to through into somones bath tub. nah not me.

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice

When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call

Call Alice

When she was just small

When men on the chessboard

Get up and tell you where to go

And you've just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know

When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the White Knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"

Remember what the dormouse said:

"Feed your head

Feed your head

Feed your head"

[Legba]

i gots ta get me some o that valium... :D

"I have not come to testify, no, no,no

about our sad, sad misfortune

and i aint here a wonderin why 'cause..

I'll live on...

and i'll be strong

coz it just aint my cross ta bear

I sat down...and i wrote you a long letter

it was just the other day..yea, yea, yea...

it said 'as sure as the sun rise, baby

tomorrow i'll be up and on my way but...

I'll live on...

and i'll be strong

coz it just aint my cross ta bear

and in the end, baby

you're gunna come to the end of your road

don't reach out for me, baby

i ain't gonna be there to carry your load but...

I'll live on...

and i'll be strong

coz it just aint my cross ta bear"

Allman Brother.

we (a band i put together for an outdoor gig) did a blisterin version of this song back in the nineties.

rip Duane Allman.

All my love to you and your lady nabs shiatsu, ay. try reflexology. it's the most relaxin modality ive tried next to lymphatic drainage ;)

[Legba]

I Ain't No Saint

by Rory Gallagher

I ain't no saint I can't turn the other cheek

I ain't no saint Can't turn the other cheek

But you can cool my temper by the words I hear you speak

I'll tell you straight from the shoulder

Tell you straight from the hip

If I'm falling over, she makes the pieces fit

If I get arrested or in som legal twist

She talks to the judge and gets the case dismissed

I ain't no saint won't make it through the pearly gates

I feel alright down here, Lord I think heaven's gonna have to wait

She don't tell me how to make a living

Don't lock her love up with a key

If I'm down my head is spinning

Don't call a doctor or a priest

I ain't no saint won't toe the party line

I ain't no saint I won't toe the party line

But you get my nomination every single time

I'll tell you straight from the shoulder

Straiht from the hip

Believe the tallest stories if I hear it from your lips

Don't need to worry about the crazy shape I'm in

This tender magic surely gives me a thrill

I ain't no saint

Won't make it through the pearly gates

I feel allright down here lord

I think heaven's gonna have to wait

[Conan Troutman]

just about anything by Tool..

What's coming through is alive.

What's holding up is a mirror.

But what's singing songs is a snake

Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,

But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses

What my damage could have been.

My blood before me begs me

Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me,

Drains me, bleeds me,

Leaves me cracked and empty.

Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses

What my damage could have been.

My blood before me begs me

Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

I am too connected to you to

Slip away, to fade away.

Days away I still feel you

Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,

Beneath the storm,

Under these tears

The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and

As I look in his eyes,

My fear begins to fade

Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.

I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and

As I look in your eyes

My fear begins to fade

Recalling all of the times

I have died

and will die.

It's all right.

I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to

Slip away, to fade away.

Days away I still feel you

Touching me, changing me,

And considerately killing me.

[Conan Troutman]

and KISS...

No place for hidin’ baby

No place to run

You pull the trigger of my

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

Love gun, (love gun), love gun

You can’t forget me baby

Don’t try to lie

You’ll never leave me, mama

So don’t try

DEEP STUFF

[Conan Troutman]

but seriously...

The Stranglers -

"Golden Brown"

[ from the album "La Folie" (1981) ]

Lyrics

Golden brown texture like sun

Lays me down with my mind she runs

Throughout the night

No need to fight

Never a frown with golden brown

Every time just like the last

On her ship tied to the mast

To distant lands

Takes both my hands

Never a frown with golden brown

Golden brown finer temptress

Through the ages she's heading west

From far away

Stays for a day

Never a frown with golden brown

Norwegian Wood

I once had a girl,

Or should I say

She once had me.

She showed me her room,

Isn’t it good?

Norwegian wood.

She asked my to stay and told me sit anywhere,

So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.

I sat on a rug

Biding my time,

Drinking her wine.

We talked until two,

And then she said,

‘It’s time for bed’.

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh,

I told her I didn’t, and crawled off to sleep in the bath.

And when I awoke

I was alone,

This bird has flown,

So I lit a fire,

Isn’t it good?

Norwegian wood.

stop now.

[incognito]

the song 'jimmy' from the aenima album from tool struck an imense chord with me in my early 20's, when i was struggling to contemplate what had occured in my youth, as the memories i had repressed where resurfacing-i felt very comforted by this song.(bwaaaa poor me!!! lol)

such a healing song.

[mescalito]

Living Years.

by Mike & the mechanics

Every generation

Blames the one before

And all of their frustrations

Come beating on your door

I know that I’m a prisoner

To all my father held so dear

I know that I’m a hostage

To all his hopes and fears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper

Filled with imperfect thoughts

Stilted conversations

I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it

He says it’s perfect sense

You just can’t get agreement

In this present tense

We all talk a different language

Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel

Between the present and the past

We only sacrifice the future

It’s the bitterness that lasts

So don’t yield to the fortunes

You sometimes see as fate

It may have a new perspective

On a different day

And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in

You may just be o.k.

Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye

I wasn’t there that morning

When my father passed away

I didn’t get to tell him

All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit

Later that same year

I’m sure I heard his echo

In my baby’s new born tears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye

This was the first song that made me bawl spontaneiously and my fathers not dead yet.

But I haven't seen him for years.

[Green Osiris]

Wind-Up by Jethro Tull

When I was young and they packed me off to school

and taught me how not to play the game,

I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,

or if they said that I was just a fool.

So I left there in the morning

with their God tucked underneath my arm,

their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.

So I asked this God a question

and by way of firm reply,

He said: "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays".

So to my old headmaster, and to anyone who cares,

before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers

I don't believe you:

you had the whole damn thing all wrong

He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school

and have all the bishops harmonize these lines

how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son

when that was just an accident of Birth.

I'd rather look around me compose a better song

'cause that's the honest measure of my worth.

In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,

as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.

I don't believe you:

you had the whole damn thing all wrong

He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

(from the album 'Aqualung')

[nabraxas]

hellofromthegutter--i guess you're aware that "Golden Brown" is a homage to heroin?

on which note--

Heroin---the velvet underground

I don't know just where I'm going

But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can

'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man

When I put a spike into my vein

And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same

When I'm rushing on my run

And I feel just like Jesus' son

And I guess that I just don't know

And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision

I'm gonna try to nullify my life

'Cause when the blood begins to flow

When it shoots up the dropper's neck

When I'm closing in on death

And you can't help me now, you guys

And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk

You can all go take a walk

And I guess that I just don't know

And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago

I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas

On a great big clipper ship

Going from this land here to that

In a sailor's suit and cap

Away from the big city

Where a man can not be free

Of all of the evils of this town

And of himself, and those around

Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me

Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life

Because a mainer to my vein

Leads to a center in my head

And then I'm better off and dead

Because when the smack begins to flow

I really don't care anymore

About all the Jim-Jim's in this town

And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds

And everybody puttin' everybody else down

And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow

Then I really don't care anymore

Ah, when the heroin is in my blood

And that blood is in my head

Then thank God that I'm as good as dead

Then thank your God that I'm not aware

And thank God that I just don't care

And I guess I just don't know

And I guess I just don't know

I'm Waiting For The Man

I'm waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington, 125

Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive

I'm waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?

Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?

Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind

I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine

I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black

Beat up shoes and a big straw hat

He's never early, he's always late

First thing you learn is you always gotta wait

I'm waiting for my man

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs

Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares

He's got the works, gives you sweet taste

Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste

I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout

I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out

I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine

Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time

I'm waiting for my man

[Amulte]

Kristen Hersh - Your Ghost

If I walk down this hallway, tonight,

It's too quiet,

So I Pad through the dark

and call you on the phone

Push your old numbers

and let your house ring

til I wake you ghost.

Let him walk down your hallway

it's not this quiet

slide down your receiver

sprint across the wire

follow my number

slide into my hand.

It's the blaze across my nightgown

it's the phone's ring.

I think last night

you were driving circles around me.

I can't drink this coffee

til I put you in my closet

let him shoot me down

let him call me off

I take it from his whisper

you're not that tough.

It's the blaze across my nightgown

it's the phone's ring.

I think last night (You were in my dream)

you were driving circles around me.

I think last night (You were in my dream)

you were driving circles around me.

I think last night (You were in my dream)

you were driving circles around me.

I think last night (You were in my dream)

you were driving circles around me.

[Legba]

Elvenpath by Nightwish

(In the sheltering shade of the forest

Calling calming silence

Accompanied only by the full moon

The howling of a night wolf

And the path under my bare feet...

...The Elvenpath)

Hearing music from the deepest forest

Songs as a seduction of sirens

The elf-folk is calling me

Tapio, Bear-king, Ruler of the forest

Mielikki, Bluecloak, Healer of the ill and sad

Open the gate and let me follow the uncarven path

The way to the lands

Where as a hero I stand

The path where Beauty met the Beast

Elvenpath

It's the honesty of these worlds

Ruled by magic and mighty swords

That makes my soul long for the past

Elvenpath

The moonwitch took me to a ride on a broomstick

Introduced me to her old friend home gnome

Told me to keep the sauna warm for him

At the grove I met the rest - the folk of my fantasies

Bilbo, Sparhawk, goblins and pixies

Snowman, Willow, trolls and the seven dwarves

The path goes forever on

The way to the lands...

As I return to my room

And as sleep takes me by my hand

Madrigals from the woods

Carry me to neverland

In this spellbound night

The world's an elvish sight

In this spellbound night

The world's an elvish sight

[wandjina]

and in the end

the love you take

is equal to the love you make

Lennon & McCartney

[Conan Troutman]

hellofromthegutter--i guess you're aware that "Golden Brown" is a homage to heroin?

on which note--

Yeh, I'am thanks...Always thought Tool's, H. may be about a similiar subject matter.

Just coincedence

[Legba]

Give Me My Blues

By Albert Collins

I play my music, the only way that I can

Play my music only, only way I can

Some people really dig it, some just don't understand

I play my music only, only way I can

I play my music, play it the only way I can

Some people really dig it, some just don't understand

I don't play the drums

I can't disco dance

But I can play the blues

Put you in a trance

I can play my music, only way I can

Some people really dig it

Some just don't understand

Give my blues song, I'll play it all night long

Give me a blues song, I'll play it all night long

It may not sound right to you but I know that, that ain't wrong

I don't do no country

I don't do no jazz

I don't do no punk rock

That kinda razz-ma-tazz

I play my blues song

The only way I can

Some people really dig it

Some just don't understand

Ooh-ho, yeah

[Amulte]

included the chords from my teb folder, love this song

G Em

Come gather 'round people

C G

Wherever you roam

G Em

And admit that the waters

C D

Around you have grown

G Em

And accept it that soon

C G

You'll be drenched to the bone.

G Am D

If your time to you Is worth savin'

D D2/c

Then you better start swimmin'

G/b D/a

Or you'll sink like a stone

G C *) D G . . *) Not played in the first verse

For the times they are a-changin'.

G . . | Em . . | C . . | G . . | . . . | . . . | . . .

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon

For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'.

'Cause the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don't stand in the doorway

Don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

The battle outside ragin'

Will soon shake your windows *)

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is rapidly fadin'.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'.

and this is just to piss of my buddy bacchant. he can just folk off :D :D ya know i love ya, this is is bout you man. jus kiddin, its more dedicated to my ex girlfriends. but read the words, or listen if you got and bob dylan anyone.

Intro: Am . . . Bsus4 . B(vii) . E

Am Bsus4 Bvii E

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press

Am Bsus4 B(vii) E

Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it but when they will I can only guess.

C#m G#m A E

They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,

C#m G#m A E

She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.

G#m B11

I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act

Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.

Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,

I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that

Sweet lady.

E A E

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth

A B11

Blowing down the backroads headin' south.

E A E

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

A

You're an idiot, babe.

B11 E

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

E A E A

I threw the I-Ching yesterday, it said there might be some thunder at the well.

Peace and quiet's been avoiding me for so long it seems like living hell.

There's a lone soldier on the hill, watchin' falling raindrops pour.

You'd never know it to look at him, but at the final shot he won the war

After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, day dreamin' about the way things sometimes are

Hoofbeats pounding in my head at break-neck speed and making me see stars.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.

One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,

Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,

Blowing through the curtains in your room.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us in and destiny which broke us apart

You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.

Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,

What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top

You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, that you left all your bags behind

The driver came in after you left, he gave them all to me, and then he resigned.

The priest wore black on the seventh day, walzed around while the building burned.

You didn't trust me for a minute, babe. I've never known the spring to turn

So quickly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing everytime you move your jaw,

From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Mardi Gras.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

You're an idiot, babe.

It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

We pushed eachother a little too far, and one day it just jumped into a raging storm.

A hound dog bayed behind your trees as I was packing up my uniform.

I figured I'd lost you anyway, Why go on? what's the use?

In order to get in a word with you, I'd have had to come up with some excuse.

It just struck me kinda funny.

I been double-crossed too much, at times I think I've almost lost my mind

Lady-killers load ice on me behind my back, while imitators steal me blind

You close your eyes and part your lips, and slip your fingers from your glove

You can have the best there is, but it's gonna cost you all your love

You won't get it for money

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,

Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,

We're idiots, babe.

It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

[nabraxas]

One - Two - Three - Four

Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say,

About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.

At school they give you shit, drop you in the pit,

You try and try and try to get out, but you can't because they've fucked you about.

Then you're a prime example of how they must not be,

This is just a sample of what they've done to you and me.

Do they owe us a living?

Of course they do, of course they do.

Owe us a living?

Of course they do, of course they do.

Owe us a living?

OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.

Don't want me anymore, cos I threw it on the floor.

They used to call me sweet thing, I'm nobody's plaything,

And now that I am different, they'd love to bust my head,

They'd love to see me cop-out, they'd love to see me dead.

Do they owe us a living?

Of course they do, of course they do.

Owe us a living?

Of course they do, of course they do.

Owe us a living?

OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.

The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get,

They've buggered this old world up, up to their necks in dept.

They'd give you a lobotomy for something you aint done,

They'll make you an epitomy of everything that's wrong.

Do they owe us a living?

Of course they do, of course they do.

Owe us a living?

Of course they do, of course they do.

Owe us a living?

OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.

Don't take any notice of what the public think,

They're so hyped up with T.V., they just don't want to think.

They'll use you as a target for demands and for advice,

When you don't want to hear it they'll say you're full of vice.

Do they owe us a living?

Of course they do, of course they do.

Owe us a living?

Of course they do, of course they do.

Owe us a living?

OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO.