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Favourite song lyrics

Comic book colors on a violin river
crying Leonardo words
from out a silk trombone
I rang a silent bell
beneath a shower of pearls
in the eagle wing palace
of the Queen Chinee
 
made me put some floyd on. This has to be the best song on the division bell album

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPwucFar9kM - Pink Floyd - Lost For Words


I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win
 
zombywoof said:
made me put some floyd on. This has to be the best song on the division bell album

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPwucFar9kM - Pink Floyd - Lost For Words


I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win
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Brilliant but the endings too neg imo. The last paragraph says he's humbled himself and opened the door asking to wipe the slate clean...but His enemies react, clearly not ready for reconciliation.

He says 'you know you just cant win' but hes won a battle by overcoming his ego, humbling himself and being magnanimous. He's won self control to some degree. Other peoples words or reactions are not in our control if they want to stay in the 'cauldron of hate' that's their decision.
 
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From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done,
Bobby's body kept me from the cold.
 
He said "You can drive him out of your mind
Some other young man you will surely find
Love turns aside and soon grows cold
Like the winter's morning
Like the winter's morning, the hills are white with snow.
 
I vote for Janis too. I was singing this as I walked down a lovely road waving at lambs lol
 
Queen Mary, she’s my friend
Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can’t be blessed
Till she sees finally that she’s like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
 
gardenlane said:
Queen Mary, she’s my friend
Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can’t be blessed
Till she sees finally that she’s like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
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One of my favourite Dylan verses! Although, for years, I thought the line was ''We ain't married, she's my friend''. I was wrong and now I feel justified to use my misheard lyric in a song some day :)

Also - the chorus describes almost every woman I've ever had a relationship with.
 
Don Luigi said:
One of my favourite Dylan verses! Although, for years, I thought the line was ''We ain't married, she's my friend''. I was wrong and now I feel justified to use my misheard lyric in a song some day :)
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You should! Name it Queen Mary for giggles.
 
I misheard it as that too. Or 'When married, she's my friend'. For years.

That song reminds me of learning to get stoned in front of a full-length mirror and realising I'd learned the best meditation method available.

It'd be poor form to post Just Like A Cunt by Whitehouse now, wouldn't it?
 
I think we all mishear Dylan, dude has a way of blending all words together lol

And that's cool, Don, I'll write Queen Mary and her pearls. It'll be a wicked jaunty piece and put yours to shame.
 
They put angels in the electric chair,
The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight-up angels in the electric chair,
The electric chair, the electric chair

They put angels in the electric chair,
The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight-up angels in the electric chair,
The electric chair, the electric chair

And no one knew or no one cared
But burning stars lit up their hair,
And burning stars lit up their hair
And crawled to heaven on golden stairs...

And oh! how we to and fro,
To and fro, to and fro!
Oh! how we to and fro,
To and fro, to and fro!

Oh! how we to and fro,
To and fro, to and fro!
Oh! how we to and fro,
To and fro, to and fro!

This is our torched estates!
We're your sweet mistakes

And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones –
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?
And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones –
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?

There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident above the burning trees
While somewhere distant peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless our dead marines

The hungry and the hanged
The damaged and the done
Striving 'long this spinning rock
Tumbling past the sun
Get through this life without killing anyone
And consider yourself golden

Lost a friend to cocaine
Couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts
And they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans
Lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide
Lost a friend to pills
Lost a friend to monsters
Lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage
Lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry
And lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then I lost myself

I love my dog and she loves me
The world's a mess and so are we
She tumbles long green, muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And then she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gently

There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident above the burning trees
While somewhere distant peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless this century

When the world is sick
Can't no one be well,
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong...
 
gardenlane said:
I think we all mishear Dylan, dude has a way of blending all words together lol

And that's cool, Don, I'll write Queen Mary and her pearls. It'll be a wicked jaunty piece and put yours to shame.
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Good luck competing when I release ''Queen Jane Exactly'' :p
 
"Nine day Queen" will tear it to shreds. Which is pretty much how long your fame will last
 
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