Favourite song lyrics

[mydrugbuddy]

TALKING HEADS "Psycho Killer"

I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I
Can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la
Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire ... OK
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh....

 

[F.U.B.A.R.]

Oh the irony..

Yeh, I could never take that song at face value tbh - to me it seemed like he was mocking the working class, especially as he was riding around in chauffer driven Rolls Royce's and lying in bed for days in the name of 'peace'. Lazy cunt just couldn't be arsed to get up, that's all.

The term 'working class hero' also seems kind of derogatory to me...

 

[mydrugbuddy]

Yeh, I could never take that song at face value tbh - to me it seemed like he was mocking the working class, especially as he was riding around in chauffer driven Rolls Royce's and lying in bed for days in the name of 'peace'. Lazy cunt just couldn't be arsed to get up, that's all.

Yeah, there was something strange going on there, especially with the line "if you want to be a hero, well just follow me." That was obviously sarcastic in some way, but otherwise i took the other lyrics in the track at face value.


TALKING HEADS "And She Was"

And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
She's making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbor's house
Now she's starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes

The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was

And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard

[CHORUS]

She was glad about it... no doubt about it
She isn't sure where she's gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what she's done
And she was

And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
She's moving out in all directions

[CHORUS]

Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)

 

[mydrugbuddy]

Yeh, I could never take that song at face value tbh - to me it seemed like he was mocking the working class, especially as he was riding around in chauffer driven Rolls Royce's and lying in bed for days in the name of 'peace'. Lazy cunt just couldn't be arsed to get up, that's all.

The term 'working class hero' also seems kind of derogatory to me...

It has taken on that context more recently imo, nowadays the term has become kind of cliched imo, but i'm sure things weren't always that way.

Nowadays no one can become "a working class hero" without becoming a cliche. That's what the middle class have done for us, maybe that's what Lennon was getting at all those years ago, or maybe he inadvertently made things so, maybe not quite realizing what effect and influence his own words would have on 'popular culture' in the years to follow?

 

[mydrugbuddy]

Pil - Ease

Now
Now pay no heed
Don't care for you

These things in ease
These things in ease
These things in ease

You can generalise
Very easily

These things in ease
These things in ease
These things in ease

Walk and talk
Dysentery

These things in ease
These things in ease
These things in ease

Susan and Norman

You're so normal
Susan and Norman
You're so normal

Procreation
Have a nice day

These things in ease
These things in ease
These things in ease

What makes you happy
Your misery

These things in ease
These things in ease
These things in ease

Susan and Norman
You're so normal
Susan and Norman
You're so normal

 

[Airmid]

:D I ain't no fella! ,,,For you F.U.B.A.R

We are standing on the edge
On the edge of time
We are standing on the edge
On the edge of time
We are the warriors at the edge of time
We walk hand in hand with horror
We ride side by side with death
We are the warriors at the end of time
Over poisoned crystal deserts
Where the ruined towers shout
We march towards our dying scarlet sun
Death!
Death to life!
Death!
Death to time!
We bring sweet destruction now to everything
In our mirrored flashing armour
In our secret, hideous helms
We are the angels of our ruin
And we climb obsidian mountains
On our final, dreadful quest
Crossing lakes which cry with pain as we pass by
Death to all things living!
Holy death will cleanse the world!
Death, our standard!
Death, our only joy
We are the Warriors at the edge of time
Death to air and fire and water
Death to light and earth and sound
Death to anger, love and sadness
Death to death... and time... and space
And dead horses and dead riders
Seek the last retreats of life
Life betrayed us and we slay it
Corpses locked in battle
Dancing at the edge of time
It's cold at the edge of time
So cold on the edge of time​

 

[mydrugbuddy]

Pil - FFF
Farewell my fairweather friend

Senseless reasoning
You believe what you want to believe
Farewell my fairweather friend
On you no one can depend
Bad times
Now they must end

Whatever you want it to be
For you that's what it will be
Honesty to you is arbitrary

Logic is lost in your
Cranial abattoir

Shallow
Empty inside
Sly witted
Full of snide

Bad times
Now they must end

The shutter-speed of your thinking process
Is small
Too small
Too full of pride

Bad times
Now they must end

Farewell my fairweather friend
Bad times
Now they must end
Farewell my fairweather friend
Farewell my fairweather friend


Bad times
Now they must end

You used to be nice
Now you're twice as nice
You used to be good
Now you're too good

Farewell my fairweather friend
Bad times
They must end
On you no one can depend
Farewell my fairweather friend

Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir
Shallow
Empty inside
Sly-witted
Full of snide
The shutter-speed of your thinking process
Is small
Too small
Too full of pride
Lost in a storm

Farewell my fairweather friend
Bad times
Now they must end
Bad times
They must end
On you no one can depend

Farewell my fairweather friend
Farewell my fairweather friend
Farewell my fairweather friend
Farewell my fairweather friend

 

[F.U.B.A.R.]

It has taken on that context more recently imo, nowadays the term has become kind of cliched imo, but i'm sure things weren't always that way.

Nowadays no one can become "a working class hero" without becoming a cliche. That's what the middle class have done for us, maybe that's what Lennon was getting at all those years ago, or maybe he inadvertently made things so, maybe not quite realizing what effect and influence his own words would have on 'popular culture' in the years to follow?

Yeh, it's hard to say really, but you've got a point.

I'll always remember my college bus driver, who was a right pig ignorant miserable fat bastard, and a true 'working class hero' in the most derogatory sense. One day, I got on the bus with my long hair and John Lennon specs, as this song was playing on the radio. He stopped me and said "hey lad, do you like this song?" I replied "er, yeh, it's pretty good". So he goes " Good? It's fuckin brilliant! This is about me this is..." Then proceeded to quote all the lyrics at me while I stood there nervously shuffling my feet and trying to avoid eye contact. That's the only time he acknowledged me in two fuckin years (plus he got to shag the bird with the big tits that sat at the front.)


Oh, the point of that story is that it was this incident which made me start to question the sincerity of the lyrics. I couldn't help but feel this guy was missing the point somewhat...

 

[mydrugbuddy]

PIL - RISE

I could be wrong I could be right
could be wrong

I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be white I could be black
Your time has come your second skin
The cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Could be wrong I could be right
Could be wrong I could be right

I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be black I could be white
They put a hot wire to my head
'cause of the thing I did and said
And made these feelings go away
Model citizen in every way

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

Could be wrong I could be right
Could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be black I could be white
Your time has come your second skin
The cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Could be wrong I could be right
Could be wrong
They put a hot wire to my head
'Cause of the things I did and said
They made these feelings go away
A model citizen in every way
Your time has come your second skin
The cost so high the gain so low

May the road rise with you (Hey)
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

 

[mydrugbuddy]

Yeh, it's hard to say really, but you've got a point.

I'll always remember my college bus driver, who was a right pig ignorant miserable fat bastard, and a true 'working class hero' in the most derogatory sense. One day, I got on the bus with my long hair and John Lennon specs, as this song was playing on the radio. He stopped me and said "hey lad, do you like this song?" I replied "er, yeh, it's pretty good". So he goes " Good? It's fuckin brilliant! This is about me this is..." Then proceeded to quote all the lyrics at me while I stood there nervously shuffling my feet and trying to avoid eye contact. That's the only time he acknowledged me in two fuckin years (plus he got to shag the bird with the big tits that sat at the front.)

Yeah, there's generally too much self-consciousness and self-awareness these days, for anyone to in all seriousness to claim "this song is about me."

 

[mydrugbuddy]

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "My Hometown"

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown

In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is your hometown

 

[Airmid]

Fields they have eyes
Woods they have ears
Fish always sink
Head first
downwards
I'll never dismount
I ride this tiger
Crosses are
ladders
Leading to heaven

I'm a warrior
I take no
prisoner

Keep the candle burning
Bright in the window
It's the
only light i'll see tonight
Beggars can't be choosers
Shrouds they have
no pockets
Some of us wake up
Others roll over
But not I
I'm a
warrior
This is my land
I'm a warrior
This is my land
I'll never
surrender
I'm a warrior

Hear this dog bark
Watch the trees
sway
Keep the candle burning
Both night and day
Many invade
I take
no quarter
This is my land
I'll never surrender
I'm a warrior
This
is my land
I'll never surrender
I'm a warrior
I'll never
surrender
I take no prisoner
I'm a warrior

Warrior
I'm a
warrior
These fields have eyes
These woods have ears
Many
invade
But I take no quarter
This is my land
I'm a warrior
I'm a
warrior
I'll never dismount
I ride the tiger

 

[mydrugbuddy]

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Downbound Train"

I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going mister in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

She just said "Joe I gotta go
We had it once we ain't got it any more"
She packed her bags left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train

Last night I heard your voice
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
You said your love had never died
You were waiting for me at home
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed
The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried

Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

 

[mydrugbuddy]

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "No Surrender"

We busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down

We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards
Well maybe we could cut someplace of our own
With these drums and these guitars

Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
you say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed
with a wide open country in my eyes
and these romantic dreams in my head

 

[mydrugbuddy]

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Thunder Road"

The screen door slams
Mary' dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
Darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now ?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind so Mary climb in
It's town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win

 

[mydrugbuddy]

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Darkness On The Edge Of Town"

They're still racing out at the Trestles,
But that blood it never burned in her veins,
Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview,
And a style she's trying to maintain.
Well, if she wants to see me,
You can tell her that I'm easily found,
Tell her there's a spot out 'neath Abram's Bridge,
And tell her, there's a darkness on the edge of town.

Everybody's got a secret, Sonny,
Something that they just can't face,
Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it,
They carry it with them every step that they take.
Till some day they just cut it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down,
Where no one asks any questions,
or looks too long in your face,
In the darkness on the edge of town.

Some folks are born into a good life,
Other folks get it anyway, anyhow,
I lost my money and I lost my wife,
Them things don't seem to matter much to me now.
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.

 

[mydrugbuddy]

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Adam Raised A Cain"

In the summer that I was baptized,
My father held me to his side,
As they put me to the water,
He said how on that day I cried.
We were prisoners of love, a love in chains,
He was standin' in the door, I was standin' in the rain,
with the same hot blood burning in our veins,
Adam raised a Cain.

All of the old faces,
Ask you why you're back,
They fit you with position,
And the keys to your daddy's Cadillac,
In the darkness of your room,
Your mother calls you by your true name,
You remember the faces, the places, the names,
You know it's never over, it's relentless as the rain,
Adam raised a Cain.

In the Bible Cain slew Abel
And East of Eden he was cast,
You're born into this life paying,
for the sins of somebody else's past,
Daddy worked his whole life, for nothing but the pain,
Now he walks these empty rooms, looking for something to blame,
You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames,
Adam raised a Cain.

Lost but not forgotten, from the dark heart of a dream,
Adam raised a Cain

 

[mydrugbuddy]

THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM "Great Expectations"

Mary, this station is playing every sad song
I remember like we were alive
I heard it Sunday morn' from inside of these walls
In a prison cell, where we spent those nights

And they burned up the diner where I always used to find her
Licking young boys' blood from her claws
And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew
Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb

My heart's like a wound

And I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life
Better safe than making the party
And I never had a good time, I sat by my bedside
With papers and poetry about Estella

With great expectations
We had the greatest of expectations

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

It's funny how the night moves
Humming a song from 1962

We were always waiting
We were always waiting
We were always waiting for something to happen

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life
Everybody leaves and why, why wouldn't you?

 

[mydrugbuddy]

THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM "Meet Me By The River's Edge"

See, I've been here for 28 years
Poundin' sweat beneath these wheels
We tattooed lines beneath our skin
No surrender, my Bobby Jean

See, I've been here for 28 years
Poundin' sweat beneath these wheels
We tattooed lines beneath our skin
No surrender, my Bobby Jean

And we've been burned by all our fears
Just from growin' up around here
Our father's factories marked our cards
While Eden burned against the stars

And Sally said, Sally said
"I can't take no more regret"
It cut us deep into our souls
Came and climbed into our bed

And Sally said, Sally said
"Meet me by the river's edge"
We're going to wash these sins away
Or else we won't come back again

You know I had these ballroom dreams
That, as a child came to me
I was a boy in Grandma's arms
A mother's pride and a wounded heart

And I was full with fiery wonder
You wore Audrey Hepburn pearls
You were the only one who understood me then
You're the only one who will

And Sally said, Sally said
"I can't take no more regret"
It cut us deep into our souls
Came and climbed into our bed

And Sally said, Sally said
"Meet me by the river's edge"
We're going to wash these sins away
Or else we won't come back again

And now I drive the 101
On a California night
And I'm amazed at all the stars
Beneath that old Hollywood sign

And they waltz the ballet up the boulevard
To a place we never kept
And I'm not sure if we belong here
If I never really left or if I can go home

And Sally said, Sally said
"I can't take no more regret"
It cut us deep into our souls
Came and climbed into our bed

And Sally said, Sally said
"Meet me by the river's edge"
We're going to wash these sins away
Or else we won't come back again

No retreat, no regrets
No retreat, no regrets
No retreat, no regrets
Meet me by the river's edge

No retreat, no regrets
No retreat, no regrets
No retreat, no regrets
Meet me by the river's edge

 

[mydrugbuddy]

THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM "Here's Looking At You, Kid"

You can tell Gail, if she calls
That I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs
And even if that's a lie
She shoulda given me a try

When we were kids on the field of the first day of school
I would've been her fool
And I would've sang out your name in those old high school halls
You tell that to Gail, if she calls

And you can tell Jane, if she writes
That I'm drunk off all these stars and all these crazy Hollywood nights
And that's total deceit
But she shoulda married me

And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor
Bleeding out from all these wounds
I would've gotten her right out of that town she despised
You tell that to Janie, if she writes

But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes
That'll cut you to ribbons sometimes
And all you can do is just wait by the moon
And bleed if it's what she says you oughta do

You remind Anna, if she asks why
That a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind
I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool
And goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue

But I used to wait at the diner a million nights without her
Praying she won't cancel again tonight
And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh
You remind Anna, if she asks why

Tell her it's alright
You know it's hard to tell you this
Oh it's hard to tell you this
Here's looking at you, kid