nabraxas Posted October 19, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
nabraxas Posted October 20, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
nabraxas Posted October 20, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
nabraxas Posted October 20, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amulte Posted October 20, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
nabraxas Posted October 20, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
nabraxas Posted October 20, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amulte Posted October 20, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amulte Posted October 20, 2005 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" Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Legba Posted October 20, 2005 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 ;) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Legba Posted October 20, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Conan Troutman Posted October 20, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Conan Troutman Posted October 20, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Conan Troutman Posted October 20, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
incognito Posted October 20, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mescalito Posted October 20, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Green Osiris Posted October 20, 2005 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') Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
nabraxas Posted October 20, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amulte Posted October 20, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Legba Posted October 20, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
wandjina Posted October 21, 2005 and in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make Lennon & McCartney Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Conan Troutman Posted October 21, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Legba Posted October 21, 2005 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amulte Posted October 21, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
nabraxas Posted October 21, 2005 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites