great song lyrics

[Yoga Face]

stunning imagery


there is a town in North Ontario
Dream comfort memory to spare
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my changes were there

Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes

Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
Babe, can you hear me now?
The chains are locked and tied across the door
Baby, sing with me somehow

 

[Yoga Face]

Following a motorcycle accident in July 1966, Dylan spent the next 18 months recuperating at his home in Woodstock (oddly he never performed at Woodstock) and wrote all along the watchtower

Dark and beautifully mysterious to, it seems begin at the conclusion .....


in the Book of Isaiah, Chapter 21, verses 5-9:


Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink: arise ye princes, and prepare the shield./For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth./And he saw a chariot with a couple of horsemen, a chariot of asses, and a chariot of camels; and he hearkened diligently with much heed./...And, behold, here cometh a chariot of men, with a couple of horsemen. And he answered and said, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, and all the graven images of her gods he hath broken unto the ground

Hendrix version has to be one of the truly great rock songs

 

[Yoga Face]

 

[bemeup]

The world of science is my game
And Albert Einstein is my name
I was born in Germany
But I'm happy to be here in the land of the brave and the free
Yes I'm happy to be here in the land of the brave and the free

In the year of nineteen-five
Merely trying to survive
Took my knapsack in my hand
Caught a train to Switzerland

America, America, God shed his grace on thee
You have whipped the Filipino, now you rule the Western sea

Americans dream of gypsies, I have found
Gypsy knives and gypsy thighs that pound and pound and pound and pound
African appendages that almost reach the ground
And little boys playing baseball in the rain

America, America, step out into light
You're the best dream man has ever dreamed
And may all your Christmases be white.

Randy Newman-Sigmund Freud's Impersonation of Albert Einstein in America.

 

[bemeup]

With a growing sense of dread
And a hammer in my head
Fully clothed upon the bed
I wake up to the world
That lately I've been living in.

There's a cut up on my brow
Must have banged myself somehow
But I can't remember now
And the front door's open wide
Lately I've let things slide.

I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in
And pick out the cleanest shirt
And I tell myself, I don't really hurt.

Smoking I once quit
Now I've got one lit
I just fell back into it
Along with my pride
Lately I've let things slide

I go to the bin, throw the laundry in
I pick out the cleanest shirt
When all at once I'm seized by exquisite hurt.

That untouched takeaway
I brought home the other day
Has quite a lot to say

The evidence is clear, piled high and wide
About how lately I'd
Let things slide.
I'm just about holding on
But lately I've let things slide.

Nick Lowe- Lately I've Let Things Slide.

 

[nondescriptive]

I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
I love you in the songs, I write and sing

Love you because, you put me in my rightful place
And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring

Cheap, never cheap
I'll sing you songs till you're asleep
When you've gone upstairs I'll creep
And write it all down, down, down, down

Oh Shirley, oh Deborah, oh Julie, oh Jane
I wrote so many songs about you
I forget your name, I forget your name
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name

I love your from the bottom of my pencil case
I love the way you never ask me why
I love to write about each wrinkle on your face
And I love you 'till my fountain pen runs dry

Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap
Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry

Oh Cathy, oh Alison, oh Phillipa, oh Sue
You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

Oh Cathy, oh Alison, oh Phillipa, oh Sue
You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
For you, for you
I wrote this song for you
I wrote this song for you

 

[Butler1000]

She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean.......

 

[Shades]

Leonard Cohen....I hurt in places I used to play....from Tower of Song

 

[Zaibetter]

Following a motorcycle accident in July 1966, Dylan spent the next 18 months recuperating at his home in Woodstock (oddly he never performed at Woodstock) and wrote all along the watchtower

Dark and beautifully mysterious to, it seems begin at the conclusion .....


in the Book of Isaiah, Chapter 21, verses 5-9:


Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink: arise ye princes, and prepare the shield./For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth./And he saw a chariot with a couple of horsemen, a chariot of asses, and a chariot of camels; and he hearkened diligently with much heed./...And, behold, here cometh a chariot of men, with a couple of horsemen. And he answered and said, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, and all the graven images of her gods he hath broken unto the ground

Hendrix version has to be one of the truly great rock songs

One of the best rock songs. He plays it better than anyone.