favorite song lyrics?

[jillian]

Dear Mr. President -- Pink

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me

Would You?

 

[archangel]

Dear Mr. President -- Pink

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me

Would You?

Sounds more like a Cindy Shehan song.....or BS portrayed as a ligit song...could be wrong though the country twits do about the same nonsense!

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Dirty love by Frank Zappa

Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

I don’t need your sweet devotion
I don’t want your cheap emotion
Just whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy’s bottom drawer

Give me
Your dirty love
I don’t believe you have ever seen
That book before

I don’t need no consolation
I don’t want your reservation
I only got one destination
An’ that’s your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I’ll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I’ll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love

The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(snap it!)

 

[Dr Grump]

Who the hell is Pink

Just a mix of red and white I believe!

 

[archangel]

Just a mix of red and white I believe!

Like in Pinko/commie! I was bemused by this posting as I am really stuck in the music of the 50's 60's and 70's...however I consulted with my grandaughter on this group? and she said she never heard of them...so all I can do is surmise that silly jilly was trying to sell her song to the "Dixie Chicks"

:teeth:

 

[GotZoom]

The singer Pink.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_(singer)

 

[archangel]

The singer Pink.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_(singer)

she be ugly inside as well as outside...and the GD still says she has no clue as to who she is...maybe cause the GD is "Normal"

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

April 29, 1992 by Sublime


I don’t know if you can,
But can you get an owner for ons,
That’s o-n-s,junior market,
The address is 1934 east aneheim,
All the windows are busted out,
And it’s like a free-for-all in here
And uh the owner shouldat least come
Down here and see if he can secure his business,
If he wants to...

April 26th, 1992,
There was a riot on the streets,
Tell me where were you?
You were sittin’ home watchin’ your tv,
While I was paticipatin’ in some anarchy.

First spot we hit it was my liqour store.
I finally got all that alcohol I can’t afford.
With red lights flashin’ time to retire,
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire.

Next stop we hit it was the music shop,
It only took one brick to make that window drop.
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you’re hearing today?
Hey!

(call fire, respond mobil station.
Alamidos in anahiem,
Its uhh flamin up good.
10-4 alamidos in anaheim)

Never doin no time

When we returned to the pad to unload everything,
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings.
So once again we filled the van until it was full,
Since that day my livin’ room’s been more comfortable.

Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here,
It’s getting harder and harder and harder each and every year.

Some kids went in a store with thier mother,
I saw her when she came out she was gettin some pampers.

They said it was for the black man,
They said it was for the mexican,
And not for the white man.

But if you look at the streets it wasn’t about rodney king,
It’s bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police.
It’s about coming up and staying on top
And screamin’ 187 on a mother fuckin’ cop.
It’s not written on the paper it’s on the wall.
National guard? ? !
Smoke from all around,

Bo! bo! bo!

(units, units be advised there is an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 temple,
938 temple... 30 subjects with bags.. tryin to get inside the cb’s house)

(as long as I’m alive, i’mma live illegal)

Let it burn, wanna let it burn,
Wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn

(I’m feelin’ sad and blue)

Riots on the streets of miami,
Oh, riots on the streets of chicago,
Oh, on the streets of long beach,
Mmm, and san francisco (boise idaho),
Riots on the streets of kansas city
(salt lake, hunnington beach, ca),
Tuscalusa alabama (arcada compton mischigan),
Cleveland ohio,
Fountain valley (texas, barstow - let’s do this every year),
Paramount, victorville (twice a year),
Eugene or, eureka ca (let it burn, let it burn),
Hesperia (oh, ya let it burn, wont’cha wont’cha let it burn),
Santa barbara, nevada, (let it burn)
Phoenix arizona,
San diego, lakeland florida, (let it burn)
Fuckin... 29 palms (wontcha let it burn)

Any units assist 334 willow,
Structure fire, and numerous subjects looting

10-15 to get rid of this looter..

10-4

 

[Dan]

"Casimir Pulaski Day"
by Sufjan Stevens

Golden rod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

 

[Dr Grump]

Dick in Dixie
Hank Williams III

(Tell us what you really think, Hank)

Well some say I'm not country
and that's just fine with me
'Cause I don't wanna be country
with some faggot looking over at me
They say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

So I'm here to put the "dick" in Dixie
and the "****" back in country
'Cause the kind of country I hear now days
is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
They say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

Well we're losing all the outlaws
that had to stand their ground
and they're being replaced by these kids
from a manufactured town
And they don't have no idea
about sorrow and woe
'Cause they're all just too damn busy
kissin' ass on Music Row

So I'm here to put the "dick" in Dixie
and the "****" back in country
'Cause the kind of country I hear nowdays
is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
And they say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

And if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

 

[Dan]

I love that album and I don't even like country!

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Life in a Northern Town by Dream Academy

The Salvation Army band played.
And the children drunk lemonade.
And the morning lasted all day, all day.

And through an open window came,
Like Sinatra in a younger day.
Pushing the town away...

(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma....)
(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma, hey-oh)
Life in a northern town
All of the work shut down
(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma)

He sat on the stony ground.
And he took a cigarette out.
And everyone else came down to listen.

He said in Winter 1963
It felt like the world would freeze,
With John F. Kennedy and the Beatles.

(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma....)
(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma, hey-oh)
Life in a northern town
All of the work shut down
(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma)

As the evening turned to rain
Watch the water run down the drain
As we followed him down to the station.

And though he never would wave goodbye
You could see it written in his eye,
As the train rolled out of sight, bye bye...

(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma....)
(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma, hey-oh)
Life in a northern town
All of the work shut down
(Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma)

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

It Couldn't Be Ann by Circus Monkey

That couldn't have been her
I don't understand
Down by St Mary's
That couldn't,that couldn't be Ann

I saw a ghost car in her light garage
This town's a desert and your a mirage
An oasis, a vision, an unconscious decision
Down by St Mary's that couldn't be Ann

Oh no
It happens wherever I go
Ohhh yeah
Pinch me I dreaming again

That couldn't have been her
I don't understand
Down by St Mary's
That couldn't,that couldn't be Ann

Oh no
It happens wherever I go
Ohhh yeah
Pinch me I dreaming again

Down by St Mary's
Down by St Mary's (repeat till fade out)

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

Heroin by the Velvet Underground

I don’t know just where I’m going
But I’m gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
’cause it makes me feel like I’m a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I’ll tell ya, things aren’t quite the same
When I’m rushing on my run
And I feel just like jesus’ son
And I guess that I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know

I have made the big decision
I’m gonna try to nullify my life
’cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper’s neck
When I’m closing in on death
And you can’t help me not, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I’d sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor’s suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it’s my wife and it’s my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I’m better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don’t care anymore
About all the jim-jim’s in this town
And all the politicians makin’ crazy sounds
And everybody puttin’ everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

’cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don’t care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I’m as good as dead
Then thank your God that I’m not aware
And thank God that I just don’t care
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess I just don’t know

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

A Song For You by Gram Parsons


Oh my land is like a wild goose
Wanders all around everywhere
Trembles and it shakes till every tree is loose
It rolls the meadows and it rolls the nails
So take me down to your dance floor
And I wont mind the people when they stare
Paint a different color on your front door
And tomorrow we will still be there


Jesus built a ship to sing a song to
It sails the rivers and it sails the tide
Some of my friends don't know who they belong to
Some can't get a single thing to work inside
So take me down to your dance floor
And I wont mind the people when they stare
Paint a different color on your front door
And tomorrow we will still be there


I loved you every day and now I'm leaving
And I can see the sorrow in your eyes
I hope you know a lot more than you're believing
Just so the sun don't hurt ou when you cry
So take me down to your dance floor
And I wont mind the people when they stare
Paint a different color on your front door
And tomorrow we will still be there
And tomorrow we will still be there

 

[HopeandGlory]

Lionheart - Kate Bush

Oh England, my Lionheart,
I'm in your garden, fading fast in your arms,
The soldiers soften, the war is over,
The air-raid shelters are blooming clover,
Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes,
My London Bridge in rain again.

Oh England, my Lionheart,
Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park,
You read me Shakespeare on the rolling Thames,
That old river poet who never, ever ends,
Our thumping hearts hold the ravens in,
And keep the Tower from tum-bl-ing.

Oh England, my Lionheart,
Oh England, my Lionheart,
Oh England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.

Oh England, my Lionheart,
Dropped from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge,
Give me one kiss in apple-blossom,
Give me one wish and I'll be wassailing,
In the orchard, my English Rose,
Or with my shepherd, who'll bring me home.

 

[Dr Grump]

Spare Me the Details
The Offspring

My girlfriend, my dumb donut
Went out to a party just the other night
But 3 hours later and 7 shots of jager,
she was in the bedroom with another guy

and i don't really want to know
so don't tell me anymore
and i really don't want to hear
about her feet all up in the air

and well, i'm not the one who acted like a 'ho
why must i be the one who has to know?
i'm not the one who messed up big time
so spare me the details, if you don't mind

now i can understand friends who want to tell me
think they're gonna help me open up my eyes
but the play-by-play makes me want to lose it
everytime you do it, man, it turns the knife

and i don't really want to know
so don't tell me anymore
and i really don't want to hear
about her feet all up in the air

and well, i'm not the one who acted like a 'ho
why must i be the one who has to know?
i'm not the one who messed up big time
so spare me the details, if you don't mind

now i don't need to hear about the sounds they were making
and i don't need to hear about how long he was taking
or how the walls, they were shaking

now i'm lying in bed, wallowing in sorrow
missing the tomorrow that we could have had
running through my head, over and over
things i never told her now just make me sad
and it drives me insane, sitting with a vision
stuck with that image burned into my brain
and i feel so dumb that i could ever trust her
but someone else fucked her, then he walked away

and i don't really want to know
so don't tell me anymore
and i really don't want to hear
about her feet all up in the air

and so, i'm not the one who acted like a 'ho
why must i be the one who has to know?
i'm not the one who messed up big time
so spare me the details, if you don't mind

(Cause I don't wanna know)
(don't wanna know)Spare me the details if you dont mind
(don't wanna know)
(don't wanna know)Spare me the details if you dont mind

 

[1549]

Sounds of Silence
Simon and Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

1979 by Smashing Pumpkins

Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we’d never see an end to it all
And I don’t even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don’t know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They’re not sure just what we have in the store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don’t even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we’d go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
To see that we don’t care to shake these zipper blues
And we don’t know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there’s no one around

 

[Lefty Wilbury]

DYSLEXIC HEART by Paul Westerberg

Na nanana na nanana na na
na na na na nana etc.
Ah ah ah...

You shoot me glances and they're so hard to read
I misconstrue what you mean
Slip me a napkin and now that you start
Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?

I try and comprehend you but I got a dyslexic heart
I ain't dying to offend you, I got a dyslexic heart

Thanks for the book, now my table is ready
Is this a library or bar?
Between the covers I thought you were ready
A half-angel, half-tart

Do I read you correctly, lead me directly
Help me with this part
Do I hate you? Do I date you?
Do I got a dyslexic Heart?

You keep swayin'... what are you sayin'?
Thinking 'bout stayin'?
Or are you just playing, making passes
Well, my heart could use some glasses