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« Reply #135 on: 23:30:07, 02-04-2008 » |
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See Funeral Music thread.
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?
Don't Bobby, you'll make me  One of my favourite songs but far too gloomy for a funeral. Who knows where the time went perhaps? It's Sandy Denny martle. |
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« Reply #136 on: 10:23:27, 03-04-2008 » |
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What is that, BZ?
I should have been more specific. As Andy rightly says, Who Knows Where The TIme Goes ? is by Sandy Denny as performed with Fairport Convention. The other piece is a typical New Orleans stomper as might be sung and played on the way back from a funeral there ( original by Louis Armstrong but another good version by Dr John ) |
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« Reply #137 on: 22:34:30, 01-10-2008 » |
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Hearing David Cameron describe himself as "a man with a plan" in his party conference speech today, I can't have been the only person who immediately thought of Stevie Wonder:
He's a man
With a plan
Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Playin' hard
Talkin' fast
Makin' sure that he won't be the last
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Makes a deal
With a smile
Knowin' all the time that his lie's a mile
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Must be seen
There's no doubt
He's the coolest one with the biggest mouth
He's Misstra Know-It-All
If you tell him he's livin' fast
He will say what do you know
If you had my kind of cash
You'd have more than one place to go oh
Oou...oou...oou oou...oou...
Any place
He will play
His only concern is how much you'll pay
He's Misstra Know-It-All
If he shakes
On a bet
He's the kind of dude that won't pay his debt
He's Misstra Know-It-All
When you say that he's living wrong
He'll tell you he knows he's livin' right
And you'd be a stronger man
if you took Misstra Know-It- All's advice oh oh
Oou...oou...oou oou...oou...
He's a man
With a plan
Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Take my work
Please beware
Of a man that just don't give a care no
He's Misstra Know-It-All (Look out he's coming)
Dum bum bum ba bum bum,
Dum bum bum ba bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum Say
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Can this line
Take his hand
Take your hat off to the man who's got the plan
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Every boy take your hand
To the man that's got the plan
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Give a hand to the man
Don't you know darn well he's got the super plan
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Give a hand to the man
You know damn well he's got the super plan
He's Misstra Know-It-All
If we had less of him
Don't you know we'd have a better land
He's Misstra Know-It-All
So give a hand to the man
Although you've given out as much as you can
He's Misstra Know-It-All
Check his sound out
He'll tell it all
Hey
You talk too much you worry me to death
He's Misstra Know-It-All
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At every one of these [classical] concerts in England you will find rows of weary people who are there, not because they really like classical music, but because they think they ought to like it. (Shaw, Don Juan in Hell)
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« Reply #139 on: 23:41:10, 01-10-2008 » |
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By Jack Bruce and Pete Brown
Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
I want to just show you what my politics are.
I'm a political man and I practice what I preach.
I'm a political man and I practice what I preach.
So don't deny me baby, not while you're in my reach.
I support the left, though I'm leaning, leaning to the right.
I support the left, though I'm leaning to the right.
But I'm just not there when it's coming to a fight.
Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
I want to just show you what my politics are.
Or alternatively, re. Cameron....
Sup up your beer and collect your fags
There's a row going on down near Slough
Get out your mat and pray to the West
I'll get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest ?
Hello hooray what a nice day, for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello hooray I hope rain stops play, with the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse
Tore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoes
Composed a revolutionary symphony
Then went to bed with a charming young thing.
Hello hooray cheers then mate, its the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello hooray an extremist scrape, with the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
What a catalyst you turned out to be
Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea
Left me standing, like a guilty schoolboy.
What a catalyst you turned out to be
Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea
Left me standing, like a naughty schoolboy.
We came out of it naturally the worst
Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt
We were no match for their untamed wit
Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week.
Hello hooray there's a price to pay, to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello hooray I'd prefer the plague, to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello hooray there's a price to pay, to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Hello hooray I'd prefer the plague, to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles
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« Reply #140 on: 07:10:11, 02-10-2008 » |
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Grace or a blessing
Russian title: Blagodat' ili blagoslovenie
Grace or a blessing
Bestow upon your servants
Help us, Lord, to be fully cleansed with ablution
While plunging into the holiest of holiness!
All vices, sins and grief,
Indifference, agreements and arguments
The steam that is only increasing
Is bursting like bullets from pores.
All that torments you let it be vaporized
And all rise to heaven,
Cleansed, you will fall down
And steam with sins will be judged.
Do not rush too quickly to the shower,
Do not confuse cleansing with washing,
You need to thrash your soul with switches,
And steam the stench from it.
Healing from sores and deformity
This shower is from life-giving water,
This is like the return of the first born,
Or rather the draining of a swamp.
Here there are no naked, don't be ashamed
Of crooked legs and hands.
Here it is like the Garden of Paradise,
Admission for all who are stripped naked.
And in the dressing room, throwing off things,
Forget all of your clothing
Lash yourself with birch switches equally
Do not be proud and stick out your chest!
All are equal in unified wealth,
All may easily endure the heat,
Here, the freedom and equality of brotherhood
You will feel in hellish steam.
Lead generations into the steam room
And convince them to be baptized,
Pour on us your holy water
And free us from barbarianism!
Grace or a blessing
Bestow upon your servants
Help us, Lord, to be fully cleansed with ablution
While plunging into the holiest of holiness!
Vysotsky
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« Reply #141 on: 08:05:01, 02-10-2008 » |
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I just noticed this thread.
This is Mayakovsky again,
You
Source: The Bedbug and selected poetry, translated by Max Hayward and George Reavey. Meridian Books, New York, 1960;
Transcribed: by Mitchell Abidor.
Which song are these the lyrics to? (see title and rest of thread) |
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« Reply #142 on: 08:24:28, 02-10-2008 » |
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Do you mean these are lyric to songs?
I am sorry, I did not understand. My brain is not functioning still.
I am going to withdraw the other poem.
I did not like it anyway. Why do I always get in trouble?
I don't know if this is the right song.
It's no use to talk to you. I think
all you say is unintelligible chatter
So I'd better go and have a drink
and discuss with friends a serious matter.
They have vital questions to decide,
For example: "Who's a better drinker?"
Their range of interests is wide -
From a grocery to places selling liquor.
We debate two quite important points,
as we hold a heated conversation:
one is how to get the missing coins
and the other - who will fetch libation.
You are giving me your brew instead of wine
Can I justify your twilight vision?
Your intelligence doesn't equal mine
You should polish up your erudition!
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« Reply #143 on: 08:50:34, 02-10-2008 » |
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Who wrote that song, tp? I'm not familiar with it. Is it on YouTube?
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« Reply #144 on: 08:53:48, 02-10-2008 » |
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Do you mean these are lyric to songs?
I am sorry, I did not understand. My brain is not functioning still.
I am going to withdraw the other poem.
I did not like it anyway. Why do I always get in trouble?
I don't know if this is the right song.
It's no use to talk to you. I think
all you say is unintelligible chatter
So I'd better go and have a drink
and discuss with friends a serious matter.
They have vital questions to decide,
For example: "Who's a better drinker?"
Their range of interests is wide -
From a grocery to places selling liquor.
We debate two quite important points,
as we hold a heated conversation:
one is how to get the missing coins
and the other - who will fetch libation.
You are giving me your brew instead of wine
Can I justify your twilight vision?
Your intelligence doesn't equal mine
You should polish up your erudition!
Just thought I'd preserve this little gem before you edit it again. |
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« Reply #145 on: 13:35:41, 04-10-2008 » |
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From the Moderation Team
T-p: this is a Lyrical Association thread, just like the Picture Association thread: one person posts a lyric, then another follows on with another which has some association with it. If the same person were to post pictures on the Picture Association thread that had nothing to do with what had gone before, or even posted twice in a row, it would look strange, and make it more difficult for others to keep the thread running smoothly. It's exactly the same here, and it's only fair of us to point out that what you're doing isn't helping the thread to flow.
So that we can help to get the the thread moving again, we've started a new thread for you called Russian Lyrics, and moved your last two items there, so that you can continue to post as many of them as you like.
Regards
The Moderation Team
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Thanks for the explanation Ron but I certainly wouldn't want to be grewsome and demand that all posts on this thread, which I just happened to start, are on-topic  It's no use to talk to you. I think
all you say is unintelligible chatter
So I'd better go and have a drink
and discuss with friends a serious matter.
it's too late now it's twenty past two i spent the night just watchin' you i watched you dance i watched you move can't breath and still i watched you move away now i think quite a lot as i stare at my shoes about all these things that i put myself through now there's nothing to say and there's nothing to do you're just too nice to talk to too nice to talk to you're too nice to talk to you're too nice to talk to |
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« Reply #147 on: 14:09:12, 04-10-2008 » |
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In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you
You say, but yet I wonder
If your love was ever true
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
I wonder if you still remember
All the things we used to do
One little song
For a fading memory
One little song
For a fading memory
Of the one I really love
The only one for me
Chuck Berry
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« Reply #148 on: 14:16:18, 04-10-2008 » |
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In the wee, wee hours
My last was, of course, by the Beat. Sixteen and time to pay off I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week But it's a paycheck, Jack. It's so hot in here, hot like Sahara You could faint in the heat But these bitches are just too lame to understand Too goddamned grateful to get this job To know they're getting screwed up the ass All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium And the way they suck hot sausage But me well I wasn't sayin' too much neither I was moral school girl hard-working asshole I figured I was speedo motorcycle I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough Piss Factory by Patti Smith |
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« Reply #149 on: 19:08:02, 10-10-2008 » |
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A little aptness from Steely Dan.
When Black Friday comes
I'll stand down by the door
And catch the grey men when they
Dive from the fourteenth floor
When Black Friday comes
I'll collect everything I'm owed
And before my friends find out
I'll be on the road
When Black Friday falls you know it's got to be
Don't let it fall on me
When Black Friday comes
I'll fly down to Muswellbrook
Gonna strike all the big red words
From my little black book
Gonna do just what I please
Gonna wear no socks and shoes
With nothing to do but feed
All the kangaroos
When Black Friday comes I'll be on that hill
You know I will
When Black Friday comes
I'm gonna dig myself a hole
Gonna lay down in it 'til
I satisfy my soul
Gonna let the world pass by me
The Archbishop's gonna sanctify me
And if he don't come across
I'm gonna let it roll
When Black Friday comes
I'm gonna stake my claim
I'll guess I'll change my name
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