Favorite lyrics to a song

PINK-FLOYD

Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Waters) 11:26

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You ****ed up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....! .....! .....! .....!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

 

there is a happy little ditty (not).

 

HAHA! I love Pigs (Three Different Ones), also!

But, I would have to say my favorite lyrics belong to the Rolling Stones song, "Time Waits for No One":

Yes, star crossed in pleasure the stream flows on by
Yes, as we're sated in leisure, we watch it fly
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face
Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste
Time waits for no one, no favours has he
Time waits for no one, and he won't wait for me
Men, they build towers to their passing yes, to their fame everlasting
Here he comes chopping and reaping, hear him laugh at their cheating
And time waits for no man, and it won't wait for me
Yes, time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Drink in your summer, gather your corn
The dreams of the night time will vanish by dawn
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
No no no, not for me...

 

There is a thread that was started just for this reason - check it out it is supposed to be "PERPETUAL" so add on here -

http://www.cointalk.org/showthread.php?t=24875&highlight=perpetual

Perpetual What cha' listening too ?

 

Haggard Merle Song: Okie from Muskogee

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take no trips on LSD
We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.

I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all

We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.

And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.

We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.

 

He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you

I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

(Chorus)
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)
You know she came to see him one last time
Oh and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

(Repeat Chorus)

 

THE RIVER Bruce Springsteen

I come from down in the valley
where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
when she was just seventeen
We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant
and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse
and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse
that sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
my baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride

Bob Seger also has some great "American experience" songs.

 

oh and this is great also.


BILLY JOEL lyrics - "Scenes From An Italian Restaurant"

A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I-face to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends on your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant.

Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine
We lost touch long ago
You lost weight I did not know
You could ever look so good after
So much time.

I remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights

Brenda and Eddie were the
Popular steadies
And the king and the queen
Of the prom
Riding around with the car top
Down and the radio on
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the
Parkway Diner
We never knew we could want more
Than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would
Always know how to survive.

Brenda and Eddy were still going
Steaday in the summer of '75
when they decided the marriage would
Be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
"Brenda you know you're much too lazy
Eddie could never afford to live that
Kind of life."
But there we were wavin' Brenda and
Eddie goodbye.

They got an apartment with deep
Pile carpet
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought
With the bread
They had saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears.

They lived for a while in a
Very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a matter
Of course
And they parted the closest
Of friends
Then the king and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again.

Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
Fromhe high to the low to
The end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to
The greasers
The best they could do was
Pick up the pieces
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by
That's all I heard about
Brenda nd Eddie
Can't tell you more than I
Told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda
And Eddie goodbye.

A bottle of red, aa bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian Restaurant.

 

Amos Moses ~ Jerry Reed

(Played at my OldMan's funeral)

Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He just knock them in the head with a stump

Louisiana law gonna get ya Amos
It ain't legal huntin alligator
Down in the swamp now
Well everyone blamed his old man
For making him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy
His Daddy would use him for alligator bait

Tie a roap around his waste and throw him in the swamp
Alligator bate in a Louisiana bayou
About 45 minutes southeast of Tibado Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty white Hannah
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries
They named him after a man of cloth
Called him Amos Moses

Now the folks around South Louisiana
Thought Amos was a hell of a man
He could trap the biggest meanest alligator
And just use one hand
Thats all he got left
Cause the alligator bit it
Left on gone, clean up to the elbow

Well the sheriff got wind that Amos
Was in the swamp hutnin alligator skin
So he snuck in the swamp
Tried to get the boy
And he never came out again

Well I wonder where the
Louisiana sheriff went too?
You can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou
About 45 minutes southeast of Tibado Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty white Hannah
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries
They named him after a man of cloth
Called him Amos Moses

Sit down on em Amos
Make it count son

About 45 minutes southeast of Tibado Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty white Hannah
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries
They named him after a man of cloth
Called him Amos Moses

His name is Amos Moses
Amos Amos Amos Moses

 

Калинка, калинка,
калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!


Ах! Под сосною, под зелёною,
Спать положите вы меня.
Ай люли, люли, ай люли, люли,
Спать положите вы меня.
Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Ах! Сосёнушка ты зелёная.
Не шуми же надо мной!
Ай люли, люли, ай люли, люли,
Не шуми же надо мной!
Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!

Ах! Красавица, душа девица,
Полюби же ты меня!
Ай люли, люли, ай люли, люли,
Полюби же ты меня!
Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
|: Хэй! калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя! :|

 

Ехали на тройке с бубенцами,
А вдали мелькали огоньки...
Эх, когда бы мне теперь за вами,
Душу бы развеять от тоски!

Припев:
Дорогой длинною,
Погодой лунною,
Да с песней той,
Что вдаль летит звеня,
И с той старинною,
Да с семиструнною,
Что по ночам
Так мучила меня.

Да, выходит, пели мы задаром,
Понапрасну ночь за ночью жгли.
Если мы покончили со старым,
Так и ночи эти отошли!
Припев:

В даль родную новыми путями
Нам отныне ехать суждено!
Ехали на тройке с бубенцами,
Да теперь проехали давно!

 

Ha, mine is short. Part of the lyrics are in my profile line. This is just my favorite song at the moment. I have way too many I could list, and most are probably too explicit at that. Anyway, this is the song 'Cold World' by Philly hardcore band...Cold World. It can be found on the album 'Ice Grillz':

There's a war going on outside that no man is safe from.
You can run but you can't hide forever
From the fact that we're all gonna die alone .
No one's looking out for you.
It's every man for himself.
You have your friends by your side,
But in the end are they gonna be there for you?

Love, hate, kings, queens:
You die alone in a cold world.
Greed, lust, envy, trust:
You get crushed in a cold world.
Drugs, money, power, sex:
What'd you expect in a cold world?
Fight, f-ck, coke, dust:
I'm f-cked up in a cold world.

 

Well I lived on the outskirts of town
In an eight room farmhouse, baby
When my brothers and friends were around
There was always somethin doin
had me a couple of real nice girlfriends
Stopped by to see me every once in a while
When I think back about those days
All I can do is sit and smile

Chorus:
Thats when sport was a sport
And groovin was groovin
and dancin meant everything
We were young and we were improvin
laughtin laughtin with our friends
Holding hands meant somethin baby
Outside the club cherry bomb
Where our hearts were really thumpin
say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah

The winter days they last forever
And the weekends went by so quick
We ridin around this little country town
We were goin nuts, girl, out in the stick
One night me with my big mouth
A couple guys had to put me in my place
When I see those guys these days
We just laugh and say
Remember when

Chorus:
Thats when sport was a sport
And groovin was groovin
and dancin meant everything
We were young and we were improvin
laughtin laughtin with our friends
Holding hands meant somethin baby
Outside the club cherry bomb
Where our hearts were really thumpin
say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah

Seventeen has turned thirty-five
Im surprised that were still livin
if weve done any wrong
I hope that were forgiven
Got a few kids on my own
And some days I still dont know
What to do
I hope that theyre not laughtin too
Loud, when they hear me talkin like this to you

Chorus:
Thats when sport was a sport
And groovin was groovin
and dancin meant everything
We were young and we were improvin
laughtin laughtin with our friends
Holding hands meant so much baby
Outside the club cherry bomb
Where our hearts were really thumpin
say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah

Cherry Bomb from John Cougar Mellencamp.

Song came out as I turned 35 and pretty much summed up my life.

 

I really like Mellencamp's work

 

Yea I like this song for its satirical nature. Haggard smoked more pot than I ever could. and

I think when he ran out of whites, he just asked his old pal J. Cash. I also like ''Mama tried''.

 

The Fletcher Memorial Home Pink Floyd

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home
A little place of their own
The Fletcher Memorial Home for incurable tyrants and kings
They can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit tv
To make sure they're still real
It's the only connection they feel
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome
Reagan and Haig, Mr Begin and friend
Mrs Thatcher and Paisley,Mr Brezhnev and party
The ghost of McCarthy
And the memories of Nixon
And now adding colour a group of anonymous Latin American
Meat packing glitterati"
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect
They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles
And abuse themselves playing games for a while
Boom, boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
Their favorite toy
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial wasters of live and limb
Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.....

 

I think it is a Beatles song, You can't always get what you want.

 

Isn't that a Rolling Stones song?

 

Touche, This sort of thing happens as you age.

 

I think all the songs posted minus mine were recorded before I was even born. OLD PEOPLE MUSIC ALERT!!!!