I love music, but moreso, I love the lyrics.
here are two of my favourits, from Led Zeppelin -

Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.

and another -

Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
She brought my blood to boiling hot, To keep you from the Gallows Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole, yeah, yeah
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the Gallows Pole, yah
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the Gallows Pole, Pole, Pole

heads up Lucy life be in it

;)

My favourite poem. I recited this at a friends funeral who died in a mid air collision as did John Gillespie Magee, Jr

High Flight

John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, —and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of —Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air… Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

bob(from black rock) said:

My favourite poem. I recited this at a friends funeral who died in a mid air collision as did John Gillespie Magee, Jr

High Flight

John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, —and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of —Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air… Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

bob(from black rock) said:

My favourite poem. I recited this at a friends funeral who died in a mid air collision as did John Gillespie Magee, Jr

High Flight

John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, —and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of —Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

There you go Bob, fixed.

Peak Warming Man said:

bob(from black rock) said:

My favourite poem. I recited this at a friends funeral who died in a mid air collision as did John Gillespie Magee, Jr

High Flight

John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, —and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of —Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

There you go Bob, fixed.

PWM thanks, that looks better.

No, I can’t forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that’s just the way the story goes

You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
Yes, it shows

your sweeter than the morning when the sun is shining down on me

when you’ve decided to hold on to all that you’ve lost.
When you’ve decided to hold on to all that you’ve lost.
All this is nothing if she comes and tears you apart.
All this is nothing if you hold the key to her heart.

If you’ve decided to change what you thought was your way.
This new way will take you to her and to midsummer day.
All this is nothing if she comes and tears you apart.
All this is nothing if you hold the key to her heart.

Oh how the paths change.
When the wisdom fades away.
Something’s going to change these times.
And we’ll watch them fade away.

Never going to get it back.

What’s-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect
What-a you t’ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?
It’s-a not so bad, it’s-a nice-a place
Ah shaddap-a you face!

sailing away on a crest of a wave

.
.
. its like magic..?

you can tell by the way I walk

I’m a woman’s man

?

don’t wanna be all by myself

then don’t go to a AUS v NZ crickey test match

wookie, need help

The only reason you need help is because the ASIO building in Canberra is made of glass.

Peak Warming Man said:

The only reason you need help is because the ASIO building in Canberra is made of glass.

perspex?

I know I keep you amused but I feel I’m being used

You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain,

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically tipped below one eye
Your scarf, it was apricot

I have a banana belt

Peak Warming Man said:

The only reason you need help is because the ASIO building in Canberra is made of glass.

It really should be put underneath Black Mountain in a concrete bug proof bunker

CrazyNeutrino said:

Peak Warming Man said:

The only reason you need help is because the ASIO building in Canberra is made of glass.

It really should be put underneath Black Mountain in a concrete bug proof bunker

Concrete bugs are the worst.

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time?
You’re only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddy’s best jeans
Denim blue fading up to the sky

And though you want them to last forever

You know they never will

You know they never will

Read more: Cat Stevens – Oh Very Young Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free

She (We gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She’s leaving home after living alone
For so many years (Bye bye)

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that’s lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband “Daddy our baby’s gone
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me?”

She (We never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She’s leaving home after living alone
For so many years (Bye bye)

Friday morning at nine o’clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade

She (What did we do that was wrong)
Is having (We didn’t know it was wrong)
Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can’t buy)
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years (Bye bye)

She’s leaving home
Bye bye

yes -

For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline
The Hendersons will all be there
Late of Pablo Fanques’ fair, what a scene

Over men and horses hoops and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire
In this way Mr. K will challenge the world

The celebrated Mr. K
Performs his feats on Saturday at Bishopsgate
The Hendersons will dance and sing
As Mr. Kite flies through the ring, don’t be late

Messrs K. and H. assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course Henry the Horse dances the waltz

The band begins at ten to six
When Mr. K performs his tricks without a sound
And Mr. H will demonstrate
Ten somersets he’ll undertake on solid ground

Having been some days in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all
And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill

Read more: Beatles – Being For The Benefit Of Mr Kite Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Imagine no religion
It’s easy if you’re tryin’
No hell below us
Above us only Brian

I argue at times with my daughter that her music is not melodic, it’s just sound effects.

then she mentions dark side of the moon

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

Bubblecar said:

Imagine no religion
It’s easy if you’re tryin’

only if your in a cycotic episode

The_observer said:

Bubblecar said:

Imagine no religion
It’s easy if you’re tryin’

only if your in a cycotic episode

yes, you read that right, cychotic episode

;)

‘
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
But she doesn’t have a lot to say
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
But she changes from day to day

I want to tell her that I love her a lot
But I gotta get a bellyful of wine
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
Someday I’m going to make her mine, oh yeah
Someday I’m going to make her mine

goodnight holiday friends

The_observer said:

Bubblecar said:

Imagine no religion
It’s easy if you’re tryin’

only if your in a cycotic episode

Men’s mighty mine machines
Digging in the ground
Stealing rare minerals
Where they can be found

Concrete cave with iron doors
Bury them again
While a starving frightened world
Fills the sea with grain

The_observer said:

‘
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
But she doesn’t have a lot to say
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
But she changes from day to day

I want to tell her that I love her a lot
But I gotta get a bellyful of wine
Her Majesty’s a pretty nice girl
Someday I’m going to make her mine, oh yeah
Someday I’m going to make her mine

goodnight holiday friends

Lily the Pink she

turned to drink she..

I want to know what love is,

I want you to show me

I love you Roughy

The_observer said:

I want to know what love is,

I want you to show me

I love you Roughy

When I was young

You’d still have had something to prove.

roughbarked said:

The_observer said:

I want to know what love is,

I want you to show me

I love you Roughy

When I was young

You’d still have had something to prove.

Love, love will tear us apart Roughy

Love will tear us apart, again

bonne nuit, Roughy, my love

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best

Prepare yourself you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He’s gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
Gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
That’s where you’re gonna go when you die
When you die and they lay you to rest
You’re gonna go to the place that’s the best

Never been a sinner I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He’s gonna set me up with
The spirit in the sky
Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
Go to the place that’s the best

Read more: Norman Greenbaum – Spirit In The Sky Lyrics | MetroLyrics

The_observer said:

roughbarked said:

The_observer said:

I want to know what love is,

I want you to show me

I love you Roughy

When I was young

You’d still have had something to prove.

Love, love will tear us apart Roughy

Love will tear us apart, again

Self love has that aspect.

How is it we are here, on this path we walk,
In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,

Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want, So tell me what you want, what you really really want, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want, So tell me what you want, what you really really want, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.

(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)

In the bad backlands of Australia
Many years ago,
The aborigine tribes were meeting,
Having a big pow-wow.

(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)

“We got a lot of trouble, Chief,
On account of your son Mack.”
“My boy Mack? Why, what’s wrong with him?”
DRAKE: My boomerang won’t come back.
“Your boomerang won’t come back?”

DRAKE: My boomerang won’t come back,
My boomerang won’t come back,
I’ve waved the thing all over the place,
Practised till I was black in the face,
I’m a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won’t come back.

My Boomerang Won’t Come Back – YouTube