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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 10 2005, 05:46 PM (4,036 Views) | |
| PsychicEqualizer | Sep 20 2006, 03:18 PM Post #106 |
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My Sweet Lord
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Don McLean- American Pie. Me lovey this song. A long, long time ago... I can still remember How that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while. But february made me shiver With every paper I’d deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn’t take one more step. I can’t remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside The day the music died. So bye-bye, miss american pie. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock ’n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you’re in love with him `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died. I started singin’, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Now for ten years we’ve been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone, But that’s not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the king and queen, In a coat he borrowed from james dean And a voice that came from you and me, Oh, and while the king was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned; No verdict was returned. And while lennon read a book of marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died. We were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Helter skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter, Eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never got the chance! `cause the players tried to take the field; The marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." Oh, and there we were all in one place, A generation lost in space With no time left to start again. So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick! Jack flash sat on a candlestick Cause fire is the devil’s only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in hell Could break that satan’s spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite, I saw satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store Where I’d heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn’t play. And in the streets: the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died. And they were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die. "this’ll be the day that I die." They were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die." |
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| Ashlea | Oct 18 2006, 01:18 AM Post #107 |
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Elementary Penguin
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The line from Time by PF "Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way" literally sends chills down my spine. Literally Rogers greatest observation, so true and scary. |
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| bullfrog | Oct 18 2006, 04:28 AM Post #108 |
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I think more of myself as a song and dance man.
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Just the song title of 'Happiness Is A Warm Gun' in itself is mind-blowing, I think. |
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| luving_lennon | Nov 7 2006, 06:34 PM Post #109 |
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Gerard Way <3
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This IS one of the best love song out there.....like its just soooo deep and beautiful. Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman? By Bryan Adams To really love a woman To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside Hear every thought - see every dream And give her wings - when she wants to fly Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms Ya know ya really love a woman When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one Cause she needs somebody to tell her that it's gonna last forever So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman? To really love a woman Let her hold you - til ya know how she needs to be touched You've gotta breathe her - really taste her Til you can feel her in your blood And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes Ya know ya really love a woman When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one Cause she needs somebody to tell her that you'll always be together So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman? You got to give her some faith - hold her tight A little tenderness - gotta treat her right She will be there for you, takin' good care of you Ya really gotta love your woman... Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms Ya know ya really love a woman When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one Cause she needs somebody to tell her that it's gonna last forever So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman? Just tell me have you ever really, really, really, ever loved a woman? Just tell me have you ever really, really, really, ever loved a woman? |
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| Cellophane Flowers | Nov 7 2006, 08:37 PM Post #110 |
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Honey Pie
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This is very late but I want to say thank you for posting that. It was on a movie once and I was looking for that song FOREVER. And now thanks to you I have it
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| FlamingPieMan | Nov 7 2006, 08:48 PM Post #111 |
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Look out!
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Shaun of the Dead perhaps? My favorite verse in any song. "Take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you." -Bob Dylan (Mr Tambourine Man) |
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| chodus | Nov 7 2006, 11:48 PM Post #112 |
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Thinkin' one thing and doin' another
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Brilliant. And the way he sings it too. I am a firm believer that Bob Dylan is one of the great singers (not vocalists) of our time simply because of his phrasings and how that fits in with his words. |
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| St. Thomas | Nov 8 2006, 01:14 PM Post #113 |
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i love katie
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Thanks, Thomas. :loveanim: |
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-thomas last.fm | |
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| FlamingPieMan | Nov 8 2006, 02:21 PM Post #114 |
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Look out!
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The exact reason I love the verse. Well put. |
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| Kira | Nov 8 2006, 02:36 PM Post #115 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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Quite a simple song, but one I love, thanks to The Arctic Monkeys. "Baby I'm Yours" Covered by the Arctic Monkeys. Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky, Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry In other words, until I die Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shines, Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme In other words, until the end of time I'm gonna stay right here by your side, Do my best to keep you satisfied Nothin' in the world can drive me away 'Cause every day, you'll hear me say Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until two and two is three, Yours (yours) until the mountains crumble to the sea In other words, until eternity Baby, I'm yours 'Til the stars fall from the sky Baby, I'm yours 'Til the rivers all run dry Baby, I'm yours 'Til the poets run out of rhyme... |
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| chodus | Nov 9 2006, 12:13 AM Post #116 |
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Thinkin' one thing and doin' another
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That's right, you invented everything and everyone is trying to be you. Silly me. Fuck off. |
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| Kira | Nov 9 2006, 03:57 AM Post #117 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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:O. |
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| St. Thomas | Nov 9 2006, 12:34 PM Post #118 |
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i love katie
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That's all I wanted. :loveanim:
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| Thaddeus | Nov 9 2006, 12:58 PM Post #119 |
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Kiss me like a beesting
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He was talking to the other Tom. |
Go get him, Daffy!Music 1Music 2Pictures 1Pictures 2 | |
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| ThinMan | Nov 9 2006, 01:20 PM Post #120 |
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Nowhere Man
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They have probably both already been mentioned, but: the entire 'Visions of Johanna' and 'It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)', and now Dylan's vocal delivery is on the table, the Live 1975 version of 'Sara', which is more heartfelt than the Desire version. and the second and third verse of David Gilmour's part in 'Time'. Take thát, originality! |
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