We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
This braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream
Going underground
I'm going underground
I'm going underground
I'm going underground
We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
This braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream
Going underground
I'm going underground
I'm going underground
I'm going underground
"...And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead"
Dylan, Masters of War
tenkrunner wrote:
"yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!"
The Who
Won't Get Fooled Again
For many, many years, the greatest primal scream in the history of rock.
cb wrote:
My favorite opener:
Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste.
I shouted out
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
johnny99 wrote:
Only one correct answer wrote:
I want to rock and roll all night
And party every day
I'm not a KISS fan, but this is a good call.
Put your hand in my pocket
Grab onto my rocket
Feels so good to see you Lucille
(Take Me, KISS)
Get up. And get your grandma outta here.
(Deuce, KISS)
“Meet the new boss, same as the old boss” is up there
"I took a record of pretty music
I went down and baby, you can tell
I took a record of pretty music
And now I'm putting it to you straight from hell
And I'll stick it
Deep inside
And I'll stick it
Oh
Well, I'm loose"
-Iggy Pop and the Stooges , "Loose"
Just a few Dylan lines:
"I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
"Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet"
"Whatever colors you have in your mind I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine."
"As I turn my my head back to the room where my love and I have laid."
You may get to touch her
If your gloves are sterilized
Rinse your mouth with Listerine
Blow disinfectant in her eyes.
Germ Free Adolescents by X-Ray Spex
Vancomycin wrote:
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect.
Great pull with Zevon.
Here are a couple favorites of mine:
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats, get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory...
Of lighted streets on quiet nights
-Rush, "Subdivisions"
Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop
I'll be on that hill with everything I got
Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost
I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost
For wanting things that can only be found
In the darkness on the edge of town
-Springsteen, "Darkness on the Edge of Town"
Yeah, I got more records than the KGB
So I'll be sure to stay wary of you, love
To save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn
I can't go back there anymore
You know my keys won't fit the door
Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
You're dressed to kill and guess who's dying?
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
Why don't you get me a Pepsi
I spend my Saturdays
Alone in the mirror
Arranging my hair
In the end, what is there?
To talk of passing time
Should I turn off the TV?
Or go to the race track
And bet on the dogs
And the weather is strange
No summer this year
In the days of the war
But the Red Sox are winning
Thousand words are spoken loud,
Reach the dumb to fool the crowd
I got this friend named Neil, swears Nixon had a soul
But what I'd like to know is can Giuli' do the stroll?
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter
Efficiency, efficiency, they say
Get to know the date and tell the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs-Élysées
No life at all in the house of dolls
I fell right into the arms of Venus de Milo
I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me giving a damn, I said never
What's so funny 'bout peace love and understanding?
Credits:
MIA
Fiona Apple
Joni Mitchell
Frank Zappa
Roxy Music
Suicidal Tendencies
Suicidal Tendencies
Earth Opera
Joy Division
!!!
Brian Eno
John Cale
Joy Division
Television
Tricky
Elvis Costello
“But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight”
Bruce Cockburn
Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice
Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice
Now he's getting a tattoo yeah, he's getting ink done
He asked for a 13, but they drew a 31
I read the news today , oh boy
You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
You may find yourself in another part of the world
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?
some of this thread reminds me of this ol' thing. Rock lyrics. There's a fine line between clever and stupid.
Springsteen
THE RIVER
Is a dream a lie that don't come true or is it something worse?
Not a line but I couldn't resist adding this verse:
ITS HARD TO BE A SAINT IN THE CITY
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
Love reading these. I'll add a few from Springsteen's "The Wish" (about his mother):
Well it was me and my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and Matador pants
Pulling me up off the couch to do the Twist for my uncles and aunts.
If Pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
You couldn't stop me from looking, but you kept me from crawling through.
And one from Joni Mitchell:
There's a gypsy down on Bleeker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
She lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy