The Place You Became
Maeve O'Boyle Born under a northern sky On a winter's day Northwest of the borderline Where the cold winds play Mama loves me, my daddy too It wasn't engouth to make me stay I went to school but it let me down Learned to do things my own way Thought i could given time Break away and draw a line But oh I... You can burn bridges behind you You can run far away You can lay your head down to dream In a different place But the dreams stay the same It's the place you became… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5NZvJ7ug9U |
YES! It's one beautiful poem. |
Maybe you like the rest, but the bolded part above can't really be considered even mediocre lyrics. |
I'll write you a letter tomorrow,
Tonight I can't hold a pen. Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow, I promise not to blow the address again. Lights that flash in the evening through a hole in the drapes, I'll be home when I'm sleeping; I can't hardly wait. (Replacements) |
Dear Mrs. Touma,
I walked upstairs in to the kitchen, Saw a piece of birthday cake, And I heard my mother crying. Dressed in his black raincoat, black hat lying on the yellow lines, He was run down, your son was taken, And he spoke so often with belief with conviction never with righteousness of the day he'd go to Heaven, And I will believe If only for his sake In Father Son and Holy Ghost In whom he was so certain That he turned the other cheek to those Who teased an,d hurt him. Leo is dead It's not the end of the world Sometimes I wish it was I wouldn't wish it on anyone And as for the man across the street, As he expresses sympathy, The fat aging hypocrite, Spit into his face with me. When you heard he was gone You couldn't wait to be the first to seem concerned, Did you think we'd never learn? You're lying to us, You laughed at him, You threw upon him your own vices, You lied to us about everything, You lied about your barfly conquests, Dye your hair to hide the gray, Masturbated bitterly on your front porch While the wife's away. Leo is dead. It's not the end of my world. Sometimes I wish it was. Sometimes I wish it was. |
Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy, Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping. When we moved here together we were so disappointed, Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed. It killed me to see you getting always rejected, But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected. I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes, I just held you in the door frame through all of the earthquakes. But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night, And I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight. But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you From stomping out that door, coming back like you always do. Well no ones gonna fix it for us, no one can. You say that, 'No one's gonna listen, and no one understands.' So there's no open doors, and there's no way to get through, There's no other witnesses, just us two. There's two people living in one small room, From your two half-families tearing at you, Two ways to tell the story no one worries, Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry, Two people talking inside your brain, Two people believing that I'm the one to blame, Two different voices coming out of your mouth, While I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout. |
You're packing a suitcase for a place
None of us has been A place that has to be believed To be seen. |
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love I know you haven’t made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I’ve known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue I’d go crawling down the avenue There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do To make you feel my love The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea And on the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free You ain’t seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn’t do Go to the ends of the earth for you To make you feel my love |
One lyric in Buttercup, a Jewel song from her Innerchange days...
"I thought I might strangle you but I could not find a wire" Anyone who can incorporate that lyric into a song has my heart ![]() |
One of the BEST lines in history. This is one of my absolute favorite John Hiatt songs. It is classic Hyatt: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58hHVlZCfvM |
Cold Play- Fix You |
Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair, She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath, He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell, And some guy's trying to sell me a watch And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems, You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory, And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care 'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more, And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more, 'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames, It ain't like asbestos It don't do nothing but rest us assured, And substantiate the rumors that you've heard |
Me so horny |
LOVE this song....yes. |
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky
When the children were babies and played on the beach You came up behind me, I saw you go by You were always so close and still within reach Sara, Sara Whatever made you want to change your mind? Sara, Sara So easy to look at, so hard to define I can still see them playin’ with their pails in the sand They run to the water their buckets to fill I can still see the shells fallin’ out of their hands As they follow each other back up the hill Sara, Sara Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life Sara, Sara Radiant jewel, mystical wife Sleepin’ in the woods by a fire in the night Drinkin’ white rum in a Portugal bar Them playin’ leapfrog and hearin’ about Snow White You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar Sara, Sara It’s all so clear, I could never forget Sara, Sara Lovin’ you is the one thing I’ll never regret I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells I’d taken the cure and had just gotten through Stayin’ up for days in the Chelsea Hotel Writin’ “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” for you Sara, Sara Wherever we travel we’re never apart Sara, oh Sara Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart How did I meet you? I don’t know A messenger sent me in a tropical storm You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm Sara, oh Sara Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress Sara, Sara You must forgive me my unworthiness Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore You always responded when I needed your help You gimme a map and a key to your door Sara, oh Sara Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow Sara, oh Sara Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever go Copyright © 1975, 1976 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2003, 2004 by Ram’s Horn Music Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/sara#ixzz2LpZnWfg0 |