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AdLib On April - 16 - 2011

The debut of The Weekend Music Thread kicks off with a focus on songs with your favorite lyrics. The songs you can’t help but sing along with, the songs that talk to who you are or how you feel,  the songs that have the most insightful, romantic or poignant poetry.

I’m going old school with my picks and I can’t help but begin with one of my all time favorites, I’m sure regulars can already guess the artists but let me begin by posting the first set of lyrics:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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
And 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
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 naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Time – Pink Floyd

“There must be some way out of here” said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion”, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.

“No reason to get excited”, the thief he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”.

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

All Along the Watchtower – Bob Dylan

My child arrived just the other day,
He came through the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talking ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He’d say, “I’m gonna be like you, dad.
You know I’m gonna be like you.”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, “Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let’s play.
Can you teach me to throw?” I said, “Not today,
I got a lot to do.” He said, “That’s ok.”
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,and
Said, “I’m gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I’m gonna be like him.”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
“Son, I’m proud of you. Can you sit for a while?”
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
“What I’d really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
“When you coming home, son?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then, dad.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

I’ve long since retired and my son’s moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind.”
He said, “I’d love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job’s a hassle, and the kid’s have the flu,
But it’s sure nice talking to you, dad.
It’s been sure nice talking to you.”
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He’d grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man on the moon.
“When you coming home, son?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then, dad.
you know we’ll have a good time then.

Cats in the Cradle – Harry Chapin

I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in with you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah – Leonard Cohen

Now it’s your turn to share the songs that speak to you or for you.

Categories: Music Thread

Written by AdLib

My motto is, "It is better to have blogged and lost hours of your day, than never to have blogged at all."

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  1. Khirad says:

    Gitane Demone -- Living on Velvet


  2. funksands says:

    I am Governor Jerry Brown
    My aura smiles
    And never frowns
    Soon I will be president…

    Carter Power will soon go away
    I will be Fuhrer one day
    I will command all of you
    Your kids will meditate in school
    Your kids will meditate in school!

    [Chorus:]
    California Uber Alles
    California Uber Alles
    Uber Alles California
    Uber Alles California

    Zen fascists will control you
    100% natural
    You will jog for the master race
    And always wear the happy face

    Close your eyes, can’t happen here
    Big Bro’ on white horse is near
    The hippies won’t come back you say
    Mellow out or you will pay
    Mellow out or you will pay!

    [Chorus]

    Now it is 1984
    Knock-knock at your front door
    It’s the suede/denim secret police
    They have come for your uncool niece

    Come quietly to the camp
    You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
    Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
    For your clothes here’s a pretty flower.

    DIE on organic poison gas
    Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
    You will croak, you little clown
    When you mess with President Brown
    When you mess with President Brown

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    This song captures the gang I grew up with perfectly.

  3. ADONAI says:

    Tenacious D -- The Government Totally Sucks

    The government totally sucks
    You motherfucker
    The government totally sucks

    Ben Franklin was a rebel indeed
    He liked to get naked while he smoked on the weed
    He was a genius but if he was here today
    The government would fuck him up his righteous aayyy

    Now let me tell you something about the government (uh huh)
    They’re fucking up the environment (say what?)
    They’re taking all the fucking beautiful animals (yeah?)
    And making them fucking extinct (oh no!)
    The government totally sucks
    You motherfucker
    The government totally sucks
    The government totally sucks

    Cos the land of love and freedom,
    Is just a baby’s breath away
    And if we hold hands together
    We can bring back the USA

    The USAAAAAA YEAAHHH
    Bring back the USAAAA YEAAHH
    The fucking USAAAA YEAHHHH
    Bring back the US….

    Government totally sucks!


  4. Glenmoredoc1 says:

    Don McClean’s “Vincent(Starry Starry Night)”

    Starry, starry night.
    Paint your palette blue and grey,
    Look out on a summer’s day,
    With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
    Shadows on the hills,
    Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
    Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
    In colors on the snowy linen land.

    Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
    How you suffered for your sanity,
    How you tried to set them free.
    They would not listen, they did not know how.
    Perhaps they’ll listen now.

    Starry, starry night.
    Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
    Swirling clouds in violet haze,
    Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
    Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
    Weathered faces lined in pain,
    Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.

    Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
    How you suffered for your sanity,
    How you tried to set them free.
    They would not listen, they did not know how.
    Perhaps they’ll listen now.

    For they could not love you,
    But still your love was true.
    And when no hope was left in sight
    On that starry, starry night,
    You took your life, as lovers often do.
    But I could have told you, Vincent,
    This world was never meant for one
    As beautiful as you.

    Starry, starry night.
    Portraits hung in empty halls,
    Frameless head on nameless walls,
    With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
    Like the strangers that you’ve met,
    The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
    The silver thorn of bloody rose,
    Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

    Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
    How you suffered for your sanity,
    How you tried to set them free.
    They would not listen, they’re not listening still.
    Perhaps they never will…

    (‘Lyrics, with a smattering of van Gogh’s transcendent and splendid works :-)
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxHnRfhDmrk&feature=related

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    • foxisms says:

      Yep! No doubt.
      One of the best pieces of modern poetry out there.

    • KillgoreTrout says:

      Nice Glenmore. I have a print of Starry Night in my living room. Also Cafe de Nuit. Van Gogh is my favorite painter.

      • Glenmoredoc1 says:

        Hi KT! van Gogh’s works, as they say, ‘speak to me’! His fusion of form and content is amazingly powerful, dramatic, rhythmic, imaginative, and emotional.
        His was a breathtaking passion of the artist who was completely absorbed in the effort to explain either his struggle against madness or his comprehension of the spiritual essence of man and nature. In either case, his legacy is remarkable and remarkably moving.
        I have seen several exhibits of his work in my life, and each time I am moved more than the last time…and I always lingered so long at each piece my family would invariably begin to give me the ‘eye’ to come along. 😉

        • KillgoreTrout says:

          Van Gogh is proof that being paid is not a test for a master of his craft. He only sold one painting, if I recall correctly. I think he got 400 Francs from a French women.
          I would love to see the real paintings and not just prints. Maybe sometime in the future, I can go to Holland and visit the Van Gogh museum.

  5. KillgoreTrout says:

    Sympathy For The Devil;

    Please allow me to introduce myself
    Im a man of wealth and taste
    Ive been around for a long, long year
    Stole many a mans soul and faith
    And I was round when jesus christ
    Had his moment of doubt and pain
    Made damn sure that pilate
    Washed his hands and sealed his fate
    Pleased to meet you
    Hope you guess my name
    But whats puzzling you
    Is the nature of my game
    I stuck around st. petersburg
    When I saw it was a time for a change
    Killed the czar and his ministers
    Anastasia screamed in vain
    I rode a tank
    Held a generals rank
    When the blitzkrieg raged
    And the bodies stank
    Pleased to meet you
    Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
    Ah, whats puzzling you
    Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
    I watched with glee
    While your kings and queens
    Fought for ten decades
    For the gods they made
    I shouted out,
    Who killed the kennedys?
    When after all
    It was you and me
    Let me please introduce myself
    Im a man of wealth and taste
    And I laid traps for troubadours
    Who get killed before they reached bombay
    Pleased to meet you
    Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
    But whats puzzling you
    Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
    Pleased to meet you
    Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
    But whats confusing you
    Is just the nature of my game
    Just as every cop is a criminal
    And all the sinners saints
    As heads is tails
    Just call me lucifer
    cause Im in need of some restraint
    So if you meet me
    Have some courtesy
    Have some sympathy, and some taste
    Use all your well-learned politesse
    Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
    Pleased to meet you
    Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
    But whats puzzling you
    Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
    Woo, who
    Oh yeah, get on down
    Oh yeah
    Oh yeah!
    Tell me baby, whats my name
    Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
    Tell me baby, whats my name
    I tell you one time, youre to blame
    Ooo, who
    Ooo, who
    Ooo, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Oh, yeah
    Whats me name
    Tell me, baby, whats my name
    Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Ooo, who, who
    Oh, yeah


  6. foxisms says:

    Heaven is in your mind ~ Traffic

    You ride on the swing in and out of the bars
    Capturing moments of life in a jar
    Playing with children, acting as stars
    Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind

    Take extra care not to lose what you feel
    The apple you’re eating is simple and real
    Water the flowers that grow at your heel
    Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind


  7. PatsyT says:


    What’s is all about Alfie?
    Is it just for the moment we live?
    What’s it all about when you sort it our, Alfie?
    Are we meant to take more then we give
    Or are we meant to be kind?

    And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
    Then I guess it is wise to be cruel.
    And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,
    What will you lend on and old golden rule?

    As sure as I believe there’s a heaven above, Alfie,
    I know there’s something much more,
    Something even non-believers
    can believe in.
    I believe in love, Alfie.

    Without true love we just exist, Alfie,
    Until you find the love you’ve missed you’re nothing, Alfie.

    When you walk let your heart lead the way
    And you’ll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie.

  8. Khirad says:

    Dead Can Dance -- Enigma of the Absolute


    Saloman hung down her head
    Laid bare her heart for the world to see
    She craved for intimacy
    Through the darkened doors
    Her aspect veiled with indecision
    Gazed out to sea
    She craved lucidity
    Cast adrift from past relationships in her life
    Hoisted up the ideal
    This was her saving grace
    Sea’s of rage
    That once assailed her concern for the truth
    Had passed her by
    And left her high and dry
    In her savior’s arms
    In her savior’s arms
    In her savior’s arms
    Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
    Where you will see
    The whole cause of your loneliness
    Can be measured in dreams
    That transcend all these lies
    And I wish and I pray
    That there may come a day for a savior’s arms
    For a savior’s arms
    For a savior’s arms
    For a savior’s arms

    Dead Can Dance -- Xavier


    Fair Roseanna,
    your vagrancy’s a familiar tale
    fraught with danger,
    the lives you led were judged for fame
    hatred enfolds us,
    inculpates the minds with it’s heresy
    laymen enfold us,
    clemency arrives to set you free!

    Fate…
    Although Xavier has prayed
    that life-giving waters may rain
    down on the souls of men
    to cure them of their pain.

    These were the sins of Xavier’s past
    hung like jewels in the forest of veils.

    Deep in the heart where the mysteries emerge
    Eve bears the stigma of original sin
    freedom so high when we all are bound by laws
    etched in the scheme of nature’s own hand
    unseen by those who fail in their pursuit of fate.

    Although Xavier has prayed
    that life-giving waters may rain
    down on the souls of men
    to cure them of their ways

    And as the night turns into day
    oh the sun, the moon, wish away
    although your nightmares come home to stay
    Xavier’s love lies in chains

    These were the sins of Xavier’s past
    hung like jewels in the forest of veils

  9. foxisms says:

    Bowie has had more than a few too!

    Letter to Hermione ~ David Bowie

    The hand that wrote this letter sweeps the pillow clean
    So rest your head and dream a treasured dream
    I care for no one else but you. I tear my soul to cease the pain
    I think maybe you feel the same
    What can we do?
    I’m not quite sure what we’re supposed to do
    So I’ve been writing just for you

    They say your life is going very well
    They say you sparkle like a different girl
    But something tells me that you hide
    When all the world is warm and tired
    You cry a little in the dark
    Well so do I
    I’m not quite sure what you’re supposed to say
    But I can see it’s not okay

    He makes you laugh. He brings you out in style.
    He treats you well and makes you up real fine.
    And when he’s strong, he’s strong for you.
    And when you kiss it’s something new
    But did you ever call my name just by mistake?
    I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do.
    So I’ll just write some love to you


    8 Line Poem ~ David Bowie

    The tactful cactus by your window
    Surveys the prairie of your room
    The mobile spins to its collision
    Clara puts her head between her paws
    They’ve opened shops down West side
    Will all the cacti find a home
    But the key to the city
    Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky


  10. KillgoreTrout says:

    The Doors--Alabama Song;

    Oh show me the way
    To the next whiskey bar
    Oh, don’t ask why
    Oh, don’t ask why
    Show me the way
    To the next whiskey bar
    Oh, don’t ask why
    Oh, don’t ask why
    For if we don’t find
    The next whiskey bar
    I tell you we must die
    I tell you we must die
    I tell you, I tell you
    I tell you we must die
    Oh, moon of Alabama
    We now must say goodbye
    We’ve lost our good old mama
    And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
    Oh, moon of Alabama
    We now must say goodbye
    We’ve lost our good old mama
    And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
    Well, show me the way
    To the next little girl
    Oh, don’t ask why
    Oh, don’t ask why
    Show me the way
    To the next little girl
    Oh, don’t ask why
    Oh, don’t ask why
    For if we don’t find
    The next little girl
    I tell you we must die
    I tell you we must die
    I tell you, I tell you
    I tell you we must die
    Oh, moon of Alabama
    We now must say goodbye
    We’ve lost our good old mama
    And must have whiskey, oh, you know why


  11. KillgoreTrout says:

    Van the Man--Into The Mystic;

    We were born before the wind
    Also younger than the sun
    Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
    Hark, now hear the sailors cry
    Smell the sea and feel the sky
    Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

    And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
    And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
    I don’t have to fear it

    And I want to rock your gypsy soul
    Just like way back in the days of old
    And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

    When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
    And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
    I don’t have to fear it

    And I want to rock your gypsy soul
    Just like way back in the days of old
    And together we will flow into the mystic
    Come on girl…


  12. Khirad says:

    Dead Can Dance -- How Fortunate the Man With None

    (words by Bertolt Brecht)


    You saw sagacious Solomon
    You know what came of him,
    To him complexities seemed plain.
    He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
    And saw that everything was vain.
    How great and wise was Solomon.
    The world however did not wait
    But soon observed what followed on.
    It’s wisdom that had brought him to this state.
    How fortunate the man with none.
    You saw courageous Caesar next
    You know what he became.
    They deified him in his life
    Then had him murdered just the same.
    And as they raised the fatal knife
    How loud he cried: you too my son!
    The world however did not wait
    But soon observed what followed on.
    It’s courage that had brought him to that state.
    How fortunate the man with none.
    You heard of honest Socrates
    The man who never lied:
    They weren’t so grateful as you’d think
    Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
    And handed him the poisoned drink.
    How honest was the people’s noble son.
    The world however did not wait
    But soon observed what followed on.
    It’s honesty that brought him to that state.
    How fortunate the man with none.
    Here you can see respectable folk
    Keeping to God’s own laws.
    So far he hasn’t taken heed.
    You who sit safe and warm indoors
    Help to relieve our bitter need.
    How virtuously we had begun.
    The world however did not wait
    But soon observed what followed on.
    It’s fear of god that brought us to that state.
    How fortunate the man with none.

  13. chasethis says:

    Killgore--You’ll need some psilocybin wine for this--LOVE these lyrics.


  14. texliberal says:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fg73MRomwSA

    Chase reminded me of the special songs the Byrds have done/ Turn Turn Turn


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