Thought provoking lyrics
Discussion
I was listening to one of my old CD’s in the car today, an album by Delamitri. There’s a track called “Nothing Ever Happens”, which has the line:
"And computer terminals report the gains, on the values of copper and tin, while American businessmen snap up Van Gogh’s, for the price of a hospital wing".
I thought the lyrics of this song were pretty intelligently written and, indeed, thought provoking. I was wondering, anyone know of any other songs that have made an impact of “thoughtful contemplation”?
"And computer terminals report the gains, on the values of copper and tin, while American businessmen snap up Van Gogh’s, for the price of a hospital wing".
I thought the lyrics of this song were pretty intelligently written and, indeed, thought provoking. I was wondering, anyone know of any other songs that have made an impact of “thoughtful contemplation”?
Lindisfarne Lady Elenor did make me think what the hell it means 
But I never got anywhere
LADY ELEANOR
Bashee playing magician sitting lotus on the floor
Belly dancing beauty with a power driven saw
Had my share of nightmares, didn't think there could be much more
then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Eleanor
She tied my eyes with ribbon of a silken ghostly thread
I gazed with trouble vision on an old four poster bed
Where Eleanor had risen to kiss the neck below my head
and bid me come along with her to the land of the dancing dead
But it's all right, Lady Eleanor
All right, Lady Eleanor
I'm all right where I am
She gazed with loving beauty like a mother to a son
like living, dying, seeing, being all rolled into one
Then all at once I heard some music playing in my bones
the same old song I'd heard for years, reminding me of home
But it's all right, Lady Eleanor
All right, Lady Eleanor
I'm all right where I am
Then creeping on towards me, licking lips with tongues of fire
a host of golden demons screaming lust and base desire
and when it seemed for certain that the screams could get no higher
I heard a voice above the rest screaming 'You're liar'
But it's all right, Lady Eleanor
All right, Lady Eleanor
I'm all right here in your arms
>> Edited by mxdi on Friday 21st January 21:14
But I never got anywhere LADY ELEANOR
Bashee playing magician sitting lotus on the floor
Belly dancing beauty with a power driven saw
Had my share of nightmares, didn't think there could be much more
then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Eleanor
She tied my eyes with ribbon of a silken ghostly thread
I gazed with trouble vision on an old four poster bed
Where Eleanor had risen to kiss the neck below my head
and bid me come along with her to the land of the dancing dead
But it's all right, Lady Eleanor
All right, Lady Eleanor
I'm all right where I am
She gazed with loving beauty like a mother to a son
like living, dying, seeing, being all rolled into one
Then all at once I heard some music playing in my bones
the same old song I'd heard for years, reminding me of home
But it's all right, Lady Eleanor
All right, Lady Eleanor
I'm all right where I am
Then creeping on towards me, licking lips with tongues of fire
a host of golden demons screaming lust and base desire
and when it seemed for certain that the screams could get no higher
I heard a voice above the rest screaming 'You're liar'
But it's all right, Lady Eleanor
All right, Lady Eleanor
I'm all right here in your arms
>> Edited by mxdi on Friday 21st January 21:14
Jeff Buckley, "Lover, You Should've Come Over"
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight youre on my mind so you never know
When Im broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage hes done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So Ill wait for you... and Ill burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Its never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Its never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe Im just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And Im much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage Ive done
Sweet lover, you shouldve come over
Oh, love well Im waiting for you
Lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight youre on my mind so you never know
When Im broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage hes done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So Ill wait for you... and Ill burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Its never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Its never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe Im just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And Im much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage Ive done
Sweet lover, you shouldve come over
Oh, love well Im waiting for you
Lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
neil.b said:
Jeff Buckley, "Lover, You Should've Come Over"
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight youre on my mind so you never know
When Im broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage hes done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So Ill wait for you... and Ill burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Its never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Its never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe Im just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And Im much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage Ive done
Sweet lover, you shouldve come over
Oh, love well Im waiting for you
Lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Yup, my fave song of all time..... I can't believe I have met another Jeff Buckley fan.... I am a bit of a fanatic with his stuff..... have met his Mum.....
los Angeles said:
Strange how so many of us accept and enjoy poetic material in song lyric form, but won't buy a book of poetry.
I guess it's more accessible.... Also men are fantastically bad at admitting they are interested in such things, being sensitive is seen to be a weakness, perhaps?
968 said:
Yup, my fave song of all time..... I can't believe I have met another Jeff Buckley fan.... I am a bit of a fanatic with his stuff..... have met his Mum.....
We seem to be far and few.
Of course, that achingly beautiful song went on to be murdered by Jamie Cullum which sadly is probably how many people will hear it today.
You met his mum? Wow. Really, wow.
Grace is my favourite album of all time. No contest.
los Angeles said:
Strange how so many of us accept and enjoy poetic material in song lyric form, but won't buy a book of poetry.
Much to my kids' embarrassment, I do buy the odd poetry book. To make matters worse, I actually have a go at writing poetry on occasion. Boy do I get stick for that!
neil.b said:
Yup, my fave song of all time..... I can't believe I have met another Jeff Buckley fan.... I am a bit of a fanatic with his stuff..... have met his Mum.....
We seem to be far and few.
Of course, that achingly beautiful song went on to be murdered by Jamie Cullum which sadly is probably how many people will hear it today.
You met his mum? Wow. Really, wow.
Grace is my favourite album of all time. No contest.
Yeah, its a complicated story, but an interesting one, email me sometime and I will share it...... Have you heard any other stuff?
Joe Cocker - The Simple Things
"...we're always wanting more than what we have,
And what I've learned is all I really need are
The simple things, that come without a price
The simple things, like happiness, joy and love in my life
I've seen it all from so many sides and I hope you would agree
The best things in life are the simple things
Hey everybody don't get me wrong
You got to understand ambition and knowledge
Are the seeds of every woman and man
It's good to work..work hard and prosper
As long as you take time to find...the simple things "
Gets me thinking about my priorities sometimes.
"...we're always wanting more than what we have,
And what I've learned is all I really need are
The simple things, that come without a price
The simple things, like happiness, joy and love in my life
I've seen it all from so many sides and I hope you would agree
The best things in life are the simple things
Hey everybody don't get me wrong
You got to understand ambition and knowledge
Are the seeds of every woman and man
It's good to work..work hard and prosper
As long as you take time to find...the simple things "
Gets me thinking about my priorities sometimes.
los Angeles said:
Strange how so many of us accept and enjoy poetic material in song lyric form, but won't buy a book of poetry.
I enjoy a bit of Blake and recently bought Orphic Songs by Dino Campana and a collection on Sylvia Plaths work (also The Bell Jar which is her autobiography of sorts and is makes excellent reading). Tend to only buy from recommendations which don't come often....
los Angeles said:
"Like a bridge over troubled waters I will lay me down." Simon and Thingy. (Since when do bridges lie down?)
Just a misunderstanding LA. It's actually:
"I will lame Edown".
Edown is the name of a Welsh truck driver who drove his 10 tonne lorry over a 5 tonne bridge. He was crippled by the accident.
You may not recall the moment that you asked me
But your invitation was clear
You'll pretend you've never met me
But it's far to late
Now I'm here
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the one who loves you best
I'm the thirteenth at the table
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your fifteen stone first-footer
I'm the uninvited guest
I was there when you said insincere I love you's
To a woman that wasn't your wife
And I fronted you the money
That you ran away and blew
On the biggest regret of your live
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the who loves you best
I'm the thirteenth at the table
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your new year's resolution
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the face you hoped you'd never see
But always knew you would
I'm the one thing you knew you shouldn't do
But did because you could
I'm the evil in your bloodstream
I'm the rash upon your skin
And you made a big mistake alright
The day you let me in
And you can fly to the other side of the world
You know you'll only find
I've reserved the seat behind you
We can talk about old times
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the who loves you best
I'm the thirteenth at the table
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your fifteen stone first-footer
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm you new year's resolution
I'm the uninvited guest
968 said:
968 said:
Yup, my fave song of all time..... I can't believe I have met another Jeff Buckley fan.... I am a bit of a fanatic with his stuff..... have met his Mum.....
We seem to be far and few.
Of course, that achingly beautiful song went on to be murdered by Jamie Cullum which sadly is probably how many people will hear it today.
You met his mum? Wow. Really, wow.
Grace is my favourite album of all time. No contest.
Yeah, its a complicated story, but an interesting one, email me sometime and I will share it...... Have you heard any other stuff?
Yes, lots. I have pretty much all the commercially available albums and trawlled the net for bootleg and live stuff that you can't buy.
One of my favourite recordings is a truly haunting version of Billie Holiday's Strange Fruit that he sung live on some american radio show.
Listening to this in the car this week
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought,
or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the fields
The tolling of an iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Pink Floyd's Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought,
or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the fields
The tolling of an iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Pink Floyd's Time
968 said:
Also men are fantastically bad at admitting they are interested in such things, being sensitive is seen to be a weakness, perhaps?
I have to disagree, I think it is about the dominant sense in the individual. Auditory people learn best by hearing the material. Visual people need to see the material to learn most effectively. Kinesthetic people are absorby things by doing. Most individuals use a combination of all three modes, but will have a dominant mode,
For me, I can be completely an utterly moved by the lyrics of a song, whereas some of the people closest to me will miss the words and simply hear a pleasant tune.
BTW, that Del Amitri song takes me back to a really sad and lonely part of my life, funny how music can recapture a moment.
Edit, Wine does not help my spelling.
>> Edited by chim_girl on Friday 21st January 21:36
I've always been a floyd fan, who have some great lyrics, and also keen on tangerine dream (Not huge on the lyrics) but quite like this whcih I have just played again after a while.
"You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do."
Pulp Common people.
"You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do."
Pulp Common people.
CRAZY,BUT THAT'S HOW IT GOES
MILLIONS OF PEOPLE LIVING AS FOOLS
MAYBE IT'S NOT TO LATE
TO LEARN HOW TO LOVE
AND FORGET HOW TO HATE
MENTAL WOUNDS NOT HEALING
LIFE'S A BITTER SHAME
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
I'VE LISTENED TO PREACHERS
I'VE LISTENED TO FOOLS
I'VE WATCHED ALL THE DROPOUTS
WHO MAKE THEIR OWN RULES
ONE PERSON CONDITIONED TO RULE AND CONTROL
THE MEDIA SELLS IT AND YOU LIVE THE ROLE
MENTAL WOUNDS NOT HEALING
DRIVING ME INSANE
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
I KNOW THAT THINGS ARE GOING WRONG FOR ME
YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO MY WORDS YEAH
HEIRS OF A COLD WAR
THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BECOME
INHERITING TROUBLES I'M MENTALLY NUMB
CRAZY, I JUST CANNOT BEAR
I'M LIVING WITH SOMETHING THAT JUST ISN'T FAIR
MENTAL WOUNDS NOT HEALING
WHO AND WHAT'S TO BLAME
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
< Bic lighter> FREEBIRD!!!!!< /Bic lighter>
Got to call the Chiro, can't whip my head like that anymore...
MILLIONS OF PEOPLE LIVING AS FOOLS
MAYBE IT'S NOT TO LATE
TO LEARN HOW TO LOVE
AND FORGET HOW TO HATE
MENTAL WOUNDS NOT HEALING
LIFE'S A BITTER SHAME
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
I'VE LISTENED TO PREACHERS
I'VE LISTENED TO FOOLS
I'VE WATCHED ALL THE DROPOUTS
WHO MAKE THEIR OWN RULES
ONE PERSON CONDITIONED TO RULE AND CONTROL
THE MEDIA SELLS IT AND YOU LIVE THE ROLE
MENTAL WOUNDS NOT HEALING
DRIVING ME INSANE
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
I KNOW THAT THINGS ARE GOING WRONG FOR ME
YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO MY WORDS YEAH
HEIRS OF A COLD WAR
THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BECOME
INHERITING TROUBLES I'M MENTALLY NUMB
CRAZY, I JUST CANNOT BEAR
I'M LIVING WITH SOMETHING THAT JUST ISN'T FAIR
MENTAL WOUNDS NOT HEALING
WHO AND WHAT'S TO BLAME
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN
< Bic lighter> FREEBIRD!!!!!< /Bic lighter>
Got to call the Chiro, can't whip my head like that anymore...
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