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User currently offlineWestJetYQQ From Canada, joined Jan 2007, 2987 posts, RR: 4
Posted (9 years 1 month 1 week 3 days 7 hours ago) and read 1728 times:

What do you think are the best lyrics ever to be put into a song? Most Inspirational? Most though provoking? Anything!

My vote goes to Dialogue Pt I by Chicago. The Bold is origionally sung by Terry Kath, and therest by Peter Cetera (both now exempt from the band).

Are you optimistic
'bout the way things are going?

No, I never ever think of it at all

Don't you ever worry
When you see what's going down?

No, I try to mind my business,
that is, no business at all

When it's time to function
as a feeling human being, will your
Bachelor of Arts help you get by?

I hope to study further,
a few more years or so. I also hope
to keep a steady high

Will you try to change
things, use the power that you have,
the power of a million new ideas?

What is this power you
speak of and this need for things to
change? I always thought
that everything was fine

Don't you feel repression just
closing in around?

No, the campus here is very, very free

Does it make you angry
the way war is dragging on?

Well, I hope the President
knows what he's into, I don't know

Don't you ever see the starvation
in the city where you live, all the
needless hunger all the
needless pain?

I haven't been there lately,
the country is so fine, but my
neighbors don't seem hungry 'cause
they haven't got the time

Thank you for the talk,
you know you really eased my mind
I was troubled by the shapes
of things to come.

Well, if you had my
outlook your feelings would be
numb, you'd always think
that everything was fine

- - - - - - - - - - -

Looking forward to your Input.  Smile


Will You Try to Change Things? Use the Power that you have, the Power of a Million new Ideas.
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User currently offlineAsstChiefMark From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 1, posted (9 years 1 month 1 week 3 days 6 hours ago) and read 1720 times:


This is the best song lyric ever written.

My bum is on the rail
Bum is on the rail
Look at Me
My bum is on the rail
My bum is on a man
Bum is on a man
It's alot of fun to put your bum on a man
My bum is on a step
Bum is on a step
Don't fall down the steps you might hurt your bum!
And thats not very fun
If you fall down and hurt your bum
I like to put my bum on things
It's fun for everyone

My bum is on the cheese
Bum is on the cheese
If I get lucky I'll get a disease!
My bum is on the Swedish
Swedish, Swedish, Swedish
My bum is on the gum
My bum is on the gum
I can blow a bubble with my bum bum bum
My bum is on the ship
The battleship
I hope they don't shoot the cannon in my bum
I'd shoot POO all over the place

Cause that isn't very fun
When they shoot a cannon in your bum
I like to put my bum on things
it's fun for everyone
My bum is on the dog
My bum is on the cat
My bum is on the phone
My bum is all alone......

The rail is all alone
The man is all alone
The Swedish is all alone
My bum...is all alone....

1, 2, 3, 4
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
Get the poo off my bum!
I need the POO off my BUM!!
I've go to get the poopoo off my bum
I want to hear the cannon!
No, let me hear the cannon!
NO NO NO, no, not the loon!
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone
My bum is all alone

Yea! The cannon!
Now get the poo off my bum coo coo
I want the poo-poo off my bum bum...
Can I hear the loon again, too.

[Edited 2007-04-24 05:06:15]

User currently offlineWestJetYQQ From Canada, joined Jan 2007, 2987 posts, RR: 4
Reply 2, posted (9 years 1 month 1 week 3 days 5 hours ago) and read 1704 times:

Quoting AsstChiefMark (Reply 1):


Will You Try to Change Things? Use the Power that you have, the Power of a Million new Ideas.
User currently offlineCastleIsland From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 3, posted (9 years 1 month 1 week 3 days 5 hours ago) and read 1703 times:

Chicago had some good lyrics back in the day, but FURTHER back in the day, Mr. Robert Zimmerman had the best:

Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music


Visons of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

Copyright © 1966; renewed 1994 Dwarf Music

Always wanted to have a post a mile long, just not my words...

'Night all...

User currently offlineThom@s From Norway, joined Oct 2000, 11963 posts, RR: 41
Reply 4, posted (9 years 1 month 1 week 3 days 5 hours ago) and read 1694 times:

Hard to select just one song/lyric, but most of Maynard James Keenan's work is brilliant. (Tool / A perfect circle)


"If guns don't kill people, people kill people - does that mean toasters don't toast toast, toast toast toast?"
User currently offlineGAIsweetGAI From Norway, joined Jul 2006, 938 posts, RR: 5
Reply 5, posted (9 years 1 month 1 week 3 days 4 hours ago) and read 1685 times:

Weird Al Yankovic.

'Nuff said. Big grin

"There is an art, or rather a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
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