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Pick anything by Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys or people like that and it makes my bowels move. Does that count? :dunno:

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My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. - Jimmy Buffett.

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The older I get the more I love this song

 

Long Gone Long

 

 

Older than I used to be, younger than I'm gonna be
Fewer things puzzle me than when I was young
But when my pace is falling slack
I catch myself thinking back
a certain night, a certain summer
Long gone long

August she was swinging low
Town of about a thousand-so
Out of school, ready to get out of here
Off to farm, off to State, each going our separate ways
Graduation message still sweet in our ears

Oh oh oh, clocks are slow
Hearts beat on
Long gone long

Got into a car that night
Drove out past the signal light
Past the city limits, guess it wasn't that far
Stopped out on a rural route
Gooch got out his .22
Shooting at a freight train that was hauling new cars

Drinking underneath the stars
Watching counting meteors
Robert said you know those fell a hundred years ago
The light is just now reaching earth
I said man for what it's worth
I think you are wrong and you really don't know

CHORUS

Is something going on, I tell you nothing's going on
Nothing's going on, going on, going on
Is something going on, I tell you nothing's going on
Nothing's going on, going on


Goodbye to the home team, goodbye to the rinky-dinks
Goodbye to a girl, down my street heading home
She stepped out from behind a tree, tears running down her cheeks
Goodbye to more than either of us could have known


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My child arrived just the other day

He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you, Dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then
My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then
Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
You know we'll have a good time then
I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
We're gonna have a good time then

 

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A few 90's rock songs that had some lyrics that really make me think.

 

She keeps a lock of hair in a locket, she wears a cross around her neck. Yeah, the hair is from a little boy, and the cross is someone she has not met..not yet…

*She Talks to Angles- Black Crowes

 

The scars are souvenirs you never lose......the past is never far.

Did you lose yourself somewhere out there...did you get to be a star?

And don't it make you sad to know that life....is more than who we are?

* Name- Goo Goo Dolls

 

But the girl in the parking lot, says 'Man you should try to take a shot, can't you see my walls are crumbling?'

Then she looks up at the building, says she's thinking of jumping.

She says she's tired of life, she must be tired of something.

*Round Here- Counting Crows

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A few 90's rock songs that had some lyrics that really make me think.

 

She keeps a lock of hair in a locket, she wears a cross around her neck. Yeah, the hair is from a little boy, and the cross is someone she has not met..not yet…

*She Talks to Angles- Black Crowes

 

 

I think that she talks to "Angels" and not "Angles". :dunno:

 

BTW - what do you think that verse means? I have my thoughts, but was interested if they are correct.

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Great one. I knew I was forgetting one last night; this was it. :thumbsup:

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Here in northeast Ohio

Back in eighteen-o-three

James and Dan Heaton

Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek

They built a blast furnace

Here along the shore

And they made the cannonballs

That helped the Union win the war

 

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in Youngstown

 

Well my daddy worked the furnaces

Kept 'em hotter than hell

I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer

A job that'd suit the devil as well

Taconite coke and limestone

Fed my children and make my pay

Them smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God

Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

 

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

Sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in Youngstown

 

Well my daddy come on the Ohio works

When he come home from World War Two

Now the yard's just scrap and rubble

He said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do."

These mills they built the tanks and bombs

That won this country's wars

We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam

Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for

 

Here in Youngstown

Here in Youngstown

My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in Youngstown

 

From the Monongahela valley

To the Mesabi iron range

To the coal mines of Appalachia

The story's always the same

Seven hundred tons of metal a day

Now sir you tell me the world's changed

Once I made you rich enough

Rich enough to forget my name

 

And Youngstown

And Youngstown

My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down

Here darlin' in Youngstown

 

When I die I don't want no part of heaven

I would not do heaven's work well

I pray the devil comes and takes me

To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

 

 

Bruce Springsteen - Youngstown

 

 

 

 

We said we'd walk together baby come what may

That come the twilight should we lose our way

If as we're walking a hand should slip free

I'll wait for you

And should I fall behind

Wait for me

 

We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side

We'd help each other stay in stride

But each lover's steps fall so differently

But I'll wait for you

And if I should fall behind

Wait for me

 

Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true

But you and I know what this world can do

So let's make our steps clear that the other may see

And I'll wait for you

If I should fall behind

Wait for me

 

Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead

There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed

Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees

I'll wait for you

And should I fall behind

Wait for me

Darlin' I'll wait for you

Should I fall behind

Wait for me

 

Bruce Springsteen - If I Should Fall Behind

 

 

 

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin man

I have chalked up many a mile

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks

And I learned much from both of their styles

 

Jimmy Buffett - Son of a Sailor

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Seasons change with the scenery

Weaving time in their tapestry

Won't you stop and remember me?

----Bangles Hazy Shade of Winter

 

Good song...but written by Paul Simon. I do like the Bangles cover.

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When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

- Pink Floyd

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I think that she talks to "Angels" and not "Angles". :dunno:

 

BTW - what do you think that verse means? I have my thoughts, but was interested if they are correct.

The song is about a woman's struggle with drug addiction. Chris Robinson mentioned that on VH1 Storytellers. Although he didn't go into a line by line detail. In my mind, the strand of hair is from a child that she lost, that may have began her drug addiction. The cross represents Jesus, who she knows she will be meeting soon because of her addiction.

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I usually have pretty low expectations when I start a thread around here, but lots of good answers.

 

Some thoughts...

 

1. Yes Gordon lightfoot wrote other songs. Many good ones. Pick up a greatest hits, you won't be disappointed.

 

2. Good call on the scientist OM. And Sarah McLaughlin always takes me back to when me and my college girl were splitting. I played surface and fumbling for weeks. What a little drama queen I was.

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When I was awaiting transplant I randomly heard this song. Remembered Colin Hay from Men At Work, but that's about it. Summed up my anxious wait, and relating that to a partner who really didn't understand what I was going through.

 

Post transplant I saw an episode of SCRUBS where the song was featured. The episode was about a young woman waiting for but ultimately dying before receiving a lung transplant.

 

One of the more surreal moments in a life filled with the same. The only song I've ever attempoted to perform in front of people that I couldn't get through.

 

 

Waiting For My Real Life to Begin/Colin Hay

 

 

Any minute now my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll stand on the bow
And feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down, down, down on me

And you said,"Be still, my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in"
Don't you understand?
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

When I awoke today, suddenly, nothing happened
But in my dreams I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path
And up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my own footsteps once again

And you say,"Just be here now
Forget about the past
Your mask is wearing thin"
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

Any minute now my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine
There's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, oh so very soon
It's just that times are lean

And you say,"Be still, my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in"
Don't you understand?
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

 


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Tom Petty-Stories We Could Tell

 

Talkin' to myself again
Wondering if this travelin' is good
Is there something better we'd be doing if we could
And oh the stories we could tell
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel
Listenin' to the stories we could tell

Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee
And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
And the scratches on the face
Told of all the times he fell
Singin' every story he could tell
And oh the stories it could tell
And I bet you it still rings like a bell
And I wish we could sit back on the bed in some motel
And listen to the stories we could tell

So if you're on the road tracking down here every night
And you're singin' for a livin' 'neath the brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel
You did it for the stories you could tell
And oh the stories we could tell
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel
Listenin' to the stories we could tell
I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel

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When I was awaiting transplant I randomly heard this song. Remembered Colin Hay from Men At Work, but that's about it. Summed up my anxious wait, and relating that to a partner who really didn't understand what I was going through.

 

Post transplant I saw an episode of SCRUBS where the song was featured. The episode was about a young woman waiting for but ultimately dying before receiving a lung transplant.

 

One of the more surreal moments in a life filled with the same. The only song I've ever attempoted to perform in front of people that I couldn't get through.

 

 

Waiting For My Real Life to Begin/Colin Hay

 

Any minute now my ship is coming in

I'll keep checking the horizon

And I'll stand on the bow

And feel the waves come crashing

Come crashing down, down, down on me

 

And you said,"Be still, my love

Open up your heart

Let the light shine in"

Don't you understand?

I already have a plan

I'm waiting for my real life to begin

 

When I awoke today, suddenly, nothing happened

But in my dreams I slew the dragon

And down this beaten path

And up this cobbled lane

I'm walking in my own footsteps once again

 

And you say,"Just be here now

Forget about the past

Your mask is wearing thin"

Let me throw one more dice

I know that I can win

I'm waiting for my real life to begin

 

Any minute now my ship is coming in

I'll keep checking the horizon

And I'll check my machine

There's sure to be that call

It's gonna happen soon, soon, oh so very soon

It's just that times are lean

 

And you say,"Be still, my love

Open up your heart

Let the light shine in"

Don't you understand?

I already have a plan

I'm waiting for my real life to begin

 

 

I actually own that album. Very good

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I actually own that album. Very good

 

The MAN @ WORK album? Excellent!

 

BTW, Hay is singing about being dropped by major record labels and waiting for that next opportunity.

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Enduring echoes call out from his past

Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that

Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire

He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare

 

-Jimmy Buffett, False Echoes

 

Song about his father who was afflicted with Alzheimer's towards the end of his life

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When I was awaiting transplant I randomly heard this song. Remembered Colin Hay from Men At Work, but that's about it. Summed up my anxious wait, and relating that to a partner who really didn't understand what I was going through.

 

Post transplant I saw an episode of SCRUBS where the song was featured. The episode was about a young woman waiting for but ultimately dying before receiving a lung transplant.

 

One of the more surreal moments in a life filled with the same. The only song I've ever attempoted to perform in front of people that I couldn't get through.

 

 

Good stuff, the post and the song. :thumbsup:

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Good-bye Max.

Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.

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The leader of the band is tired

And his eyes are growing old

But his blood runs through my instrument

And his song is in my soul

My life has been a poor attempt

To imitate the man

I'm just a living legacy

To the leader of the band

 

Dan Fogelberg. Always brings a tear to my eye thinking of my Dad.

As a guy like me, sentimental about your father, this song might move you.....

 

MY FATHER"S CHAIR by Rick Springfield

 

My father's chair's still standing there

All alone since the long night

Now it's three years on and I still feel

He'll come home, we'll be alright

So where's this healing time brings

I was told the pain would ease

But it still hurts like the first night

 

That night my brother, my mother and I

Were looking up at a distant star

And wishing we could reach that far

And back in the house

And alone for the first time

We told each other we cared

We avoided my father's chair

 

I watch my family, we hold on

We are strong and we'll be alright

The clock continues counting down,

All the while

And every child will share the long night

But do the spirits meet again

Why am I still so filled with doubt

Is my soul everlasting

And the far distant future

When I knew you'd be gone

Came too fast and stays too long

Why do they leave the weak of spirit

And take the strong

 

But wherein the world turns sour

And I get sick from the smell

And I can't find no comfort there

I climb into my father's chair

 

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Enduring echoes call out from his past

Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that

Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire

He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare

 

-Jimmy Buffett, False Echoes

 

Song about his father who was afflicted with Alzheimer's towards the end of his life

Damn good job! This song is very emotional for anyone who has had to experience a loved one afflicted with Alzheimer's.

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Enduring echoes call out from his past

Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that

Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire

He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare

 

-Jimmy Buffett, False Echoes

 

Song about his father who was afflicted with Alzheimer's towards the end of his life

Sounds like a really moving song. I always dismissed Buffett as a guy who just wrote about drinking and having fun and chilling out.

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The song is about a woman's struggle with drug addiction. Chris Robinson mentioned that on VH1 Storytellers. Although he didn't go into a line by line detail. In my mind, the strand of hair is from a child that she lost, that may have began her drug addiction. The cross represents Jesus, who she knows she will be meeting soon because of her addiction.

 

The drug addiction part is well known and I had that part.

 

How about the hair is from a child that she gave up to adoption and the cross is from her birth mother because she was given up too. She has not met her birth mother yet. That makes a little more sense since the cross is "from someone she has not met". :dunno:

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Sounds like a really moving song. I always dismissed Buffett as a guy who just wrote about drinking and having fun and chilling out.

Nah, particularly early in his career, he was much more serious.

 

I've always liked west Nashville grand ballroom gowns...

 

"Moms I'm fine if you ever do wonder,

I don't have much money but I still get around,

I haven't made church in near thirty six Sundays, so Fock ask those west Nashville grand ballroom gowns."

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The drug addiction part is well known and I had that part.

 

How about the hair is from a child that she gave up to adoption and the cross is from her birth mother because she was given up too. She has not met her birth mother yet. That makes a little more sense since the cross is "from someone she has not met". :dunno:

Yours is very plausible too. Both tragic.

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Sounds like a really moving song. I always dismissed Buffett as a guy who just wrote about drinking and having fun and chilling out.

Yeah, it's kind of too bad that that's all he's really known for - even though he's gotten fabulously wealthy doing it - because he has a lot of really good "serious" songs.

 

Snippets from a couple more of my favorites;

 

He Went to Paris

 

 

 

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady

And left him with only one eye

His body was battered, his whole world was shattered

And all he could do was just cry

 

While the tears were a-fallin he was recallin

Answers he never found

So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean

And left england without a sound

 

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilins

And drinks his green label each day

Writing his memoirs, losin his hearin

But he don't care what most people say

 

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion

If he likes you hell smile and hell say

Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic

But I had a good life all the way

And as the father of two daughters - Little Miss Magic

I see a little more of me everyday

I catch a little more moustache turning gray

Your mother is the only other woman for me

Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

 

Sometimes I catch her dreamin and wonder where that little mind meanders

Is she strollin along the shore or cruisin oer the broad savannah

I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes

Someday she's gonna learn how to fly

Oh that I wont deny

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2. Good call on the scientist OM. And Sarah McLaughlin always takes me back to when me and my college girl were splitting. I played surface and fumbling for weeks. What a little drama queen I was.

 

was?

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Nah, particularly early in his career, he was much more serious.

 

I've always liked west Nashville grand ballroom gowns...

 

"Moms I'm fine if you ever do wonder,

I don't have much money but I still get around,

I haven't made church in near thirty six Sundays, so Fock ask those west Nashville grand ballroom gowns."

:thumbsup: Great song.

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Yeah, it's kind of too bad that that's all he's really known for - even though he's gotten fabulously wealthy doing it - because he has a lot of really good "serious" songs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always thought his debut AM radio semi-hit "Come Monday" (1973-74?) was the best of his catalog.

 

Headin' up to san francisco

For the labor day week-end show

I've got my hush-puppies on

I guess i never was meant for glitter rock and roll

And honey i didn't know

That i'd be missin' you so

 

Chorus:

Come monday, it'll be all right

Come monday, i'll be holdin' you tight

I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze

And i just want you back by my side

 

Yes, it's been quite a summer

Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains

And now you're off on vacation

Somethin' you tried to explain

And darlin', since i love you so

That's the reason i just let you go

 

Chorus:

Come monday, it'll be all right

Come monday, i'll be holdin' you tight

I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze

And i just want you back by my side

 

I can't help it honey

You're that much a part of me now

Remember that night in montana

When we said there'd be no room for doubt

 

I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry

I know that it's pretty up there

We can go hikin' on tuesday

With you i'd walk anywhere

California has worn me quite thin

I just can't wait to see you again

 

Chorus:

Come monday, it'll be all right

Come monday, i'll be holdin' you tight

I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze

And i just want you back by my side

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Also pretty much all Tool lyrics are badass. To name a few:

Right in Two

Vicarious

Lateralus

You are my new favorite poster.

 

 

"This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. Embrace this moment, remember, we are eternal all this pain is an illusion."

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The priests and the friars

Approach me in dread

Because I still love you

My love and you're dead

I still would be your shelter

Through rain and through storm

And with you in your cold grave

I cannot sleep warm

 

From Sinead O'Connor/I Am Stretched On Your Grave

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Also pretty much all Tool lyrics are badass.

 

Still to this day, the Tool lyrics that get my adrenaline going:

 

 

Standing above the crowd,

He had a voice so strong and loud and I

Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so

Eager to identify with

Someone above the ground,

Someone who seemed to feel the same,

Someone prepared to lead the way, with

Someone who would die for me.

Will you? Will you now?

Would you die for me?

Don't you fuckin' lie.

Don't you step out of line.

Don't you fuckin' lie.

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.

Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?

 

 

 

I'm unsure if they "move me" in the way this thread has otherwise spoken of.....But the definitely evoke an emotion.

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Always thought his debut AM radio semi-hit "Come Monday" (1973-74?) was the best of his catalog.

 

 

good call.

 

Jimmy Buffett could have easily been one of those 70s singer/songwriter guys like Croce and Lightfoot, but as Newbie said, he made his fame and money on drinking and having fun.

 

Buffett has a ton of song that are lyrical gems:

 

Come Monday

Son of a Sailor

Little Miss Magic

Pirate Looks at Forty

One Particular Harbor

He Went to Paris

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good call.

 

Jimmy Buffett could have easily been one of those 70s singer/songwriter guys like Croce and Lightfoot, but as Newbie said, he made his fame and money on drinking and having fun.

 

Buffett has a ton of song that are lyrical gems:

 

Come Monday

Son of a Sailor

Little Miss Magic

Pirate Looks at Forty

One Particular Harbor

He Went to Paris

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Well my granddaddy sang me this song,
told me 'bout London when the Blitz was on,
how he married Grandma and brought her back home,
a hero throughout this land.

Now I'm standing on runway in San Diego,
a couple purple hearts still move a little slow,
there's nobody here, maybe nobody knows
about a place called Vietnam.

Johnny Come Lately - Steve Earle

Great song - the Pogues played the album track.

 


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From the coast of gold, across the seven seas

I'm travelin' on, far and wide

But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself

And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else

 

I close my eyes and think of home

Another city goes by in the night, ain't it funny how it is

You never miss if til' it's gone away

And my heart is lying there and will be til' my dying day

So understand don't waste your time

Always searching for those wasted years

Face up, make your stand

And realize you're living in the golden years

 

 

 

Plus the opening guitar riff kicks ass :headbanger:

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Well my granddaddy sang me this song,

told me 'bout London when the Blitz was on,

how he married Grandma and brought her back home,

a hero throughout this land.

 

Now I'm standing on runway in San Diego,

a couple purple hearts still move a little slow,

there's nobody here, maybe nobody knows

about a place called Vietnam.

 

Johnny Come Lately - Steve Earle

 

Great song - the Pogues played the album track.

 

 

 

Like what I've heard of Steve Earle. Big fan of "Guitar Town"

 

Well I gotta get crackin'

while I still can

Got a two-pack habit

and a motel tan

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Mike Biarfa from DK wrote some crazy good sh1t back in the day.

 

No junk food, just earthly goods
I ate weird berries in the woods
Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher
I think I'll start a forest fire

There's a forest fire climbin the hill
Burning wealthy California homes
Better run run run run run run
From the fire

But some of us stay and watch
And we think of your insurance costs
And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh
At your lives

Windows covered with bars
Security guards
Is that a house or a fortress?
Against the rest of the world

Windows covered with bars
Security guards
Is that a house or a prison
How you gonna get out?

Electric bull and your tennis courts
Pink sports cars and your boats
Getting fried fried fried fried fried fried
By the fire

Windows covered with bars
Floodlights for the yard
It's a pleasure to watch you
Watch it all melt

But hey!
What about the cocaine
Stockpiled in the basement
Be a hero and save it
You know you're gonna need it

Where's your brand new pretty wife
She might still be inside
Either save her or your cocaine from the fire

But the gates and doors are locked
'Cause the burglar alarms went off
Ever wonder why we laugh laugh
At your lives

Windows covered with bars
Fences spiked with barbed wire
Never looked so helpless
Engulfed in flames

Cameras watchin' the walls
Don't forget the dogs
Now you're trapped in your prison
How you gonna get out

See the gerbil
Run run run run run run run run run
run run run run run run run run run
run run run run run run run run run
From the fire

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