Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

Best Song Lyrics

Collapse
X
 
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • #31
    Harvey Andrews - The Soldier
    thanks for putting it up, S-2 is right, it deserves to be known about

    Comment


    • #32
      I know, someone posted it here quite a while back, and I wikipedia'd the background on the song. The version I'm thinking to write is of a left-wing teenager that just graduates from high school that volunteers for a combat unit despite his misgivings and ideological reasons, and ends up jumping on a grenade to save his mates. It's a broad, general outline, and it will take some tweaking to fit the feeling of the original song.
      Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

      Abusing Yellow is meant to be a labor of love, not something you sell to the highest bidder.

      Comment


      • #33
        Neil Young

        Here We Are In The Years-



        "Now that the holidays have come
        They can relax and watch the sun
        Rise above all
        of the beautiful things
        They've done.

        Go to the country take the dog
        Look at the sky without the smog
        See the world laugh
        at the farmers feeding hogs
        Eat hot dogs.

        What a pity
        That the people from the city
        Can't relate to the slower things
        That the country brings.

        Time itself is bought and sold.
        The spreading fear of growing old
        Contains a thousand foolish games
        That we play.

        While people
        planning trips to stars
        Allow another boulevard to claim
        A quiet country lane
        It's insane.

        So the subtle face is a loser
        This time around.
        Here we are in the years
        Where the showman
        shifts the gears
        Lives become careers
        Children cry in fear
        Let us out of here!"
        "This aggression will not stand, man!" Jeff Lebowski
        "The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." Lester Bangs

        Comment


        • #34
          Traffic

          John Barleycorn Must Die

          "There were three men came out of the West,
          Their fortunes for to try,
          And these three men made a solemn vow:
          John Barleycorn must die.

          They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in,
          Threw clods upon his head,
          And these three men made a solemn vow:
          John Barleycorn was dead.

          They've let him lie for a very long time,
          ˜Till the rains from heaven did fall,
          And little Sir John sprung up his head,
          And so amazed them all.

          They've let him stand ˜till midsummer's day,
          ˜Till he looked both pale and wan,
          And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard,
          And so become a man.

          They've hired men with the scythes so sharp,
          To cut him off at the knee,
          They've rolled him and tied him by the way,
          Serving him most barbarously.

          They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
          Who pricked him to the heart,
          And the loader he has served him worse than that,
          For he's bound him to the cart

          They've wheeled him around and around the field,
          ˜Till they came unto a barn,
          And there they made a solemn oath,
          On poor John Barleycorn.

          They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
          To cut him skin from bone,
          And the miller he has served him worse than that,
          For he's ground him between two stones.

          And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl,
          And he's brandy in the glass;
          And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl,
          Proved the strongest man at last.

          The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
          Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
          And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot,
          Without a little Barleycorn"


          "This aggression will not stand, man!" Jeff Lebowski
          "The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." Lester Bangs

          Comment


          • #35
            A pretty cool way to pay tribute to one's father and his service:



            Ain't found a way to kill me yet
            Eyes burn with stinging sweat
            Seems every path leads me to nowhere
            Wife and kids household pet
            Army green was no safe bet
            The bullets scream to me from somewhere

            Here they come to snuff the rooster, aww yeah, hey yeah
            Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
            You know he ain't gonna die
            No, no, no, ya know he ain't gonna die (x2)

            Walkin' tall machine gun man
            They spit on me in my home land
            Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
            Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
            My Buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
            Oh god please won't you help me make it through

            Here they come to snuff the rooster, aww yeah
            Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
            You know he ain't gonna die
            No, no, no ya know he ain't gonna die
            "So little pains do the vulgar take in the investigation of truth, accepting readily the first story that comes to hand." Thucydides 1.20.3

            Comment


            • #36
              In college, we called this The Anthem


              YouTube - Meat Loaf - Paradise By The Dashboard Light

              [Boy:]
              I remember every little thing
              As if it happened only yesterday
              Parking by the lake
              And there was not another car in sight
              And I never had a girl
              Looking any better than you did
              And all the kids at school
              They were wishing they were me that night

              And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
              It never felt so good, it never felt so right
              And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
              Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
              C'mon, hold on tight
              C'mon, hold on tight

              Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
              I can see paradise by the dashboard light

              [Girl:]
              Ain't no doubt about it we were doubly blessed
              'Cause we were barely seventeen
              And we were barely dressed

              [Both:]
              Ain't no doubt about it
              Baby got to go out and shout it
              Ain't no doubt about it
              We were doubly blessed

              [Boy:]
              'Cause we were barely seventeen
              And we were barely dressed

              Baby don'cha hear my heart
              You got it drowing out the radio
              I've been waiting so long
              For you to come along and have some fun
              And I gotta let you know
              No you're never gonna regret it
              So open up your eyes, I got a big surprise
              It'll feel all right
              Well I wanna make you motor run

              And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
              It never felt so good, it never felt so right
              And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
              Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
              C'mon, Hold on tight
              C'mon, Hold on tight

              [Both:]
              Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
              I can see paradise by the dashboard light
              Paradise by the dashboard light

              You got to do what you can
              And let Mother Nature do the rest
              Ain't no doubt about it
              We were doubly blessed
              'Cause we were barely seventeen
              And we were barely

              We're gonna go all the way tonight
              We're gonna go all the way
              And tonight's the night

              [Radio Broadcast:]
              OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here
              Two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth
              There's the wind-up, and there it is
              A line shot up the middle, look at him go
              This boy can really fly
              He's rounding first and really turning it on now
              He's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for second
              The ball is bobbled out in the center
              And here's the throw and what a throw
              He's gonna slide in head first
              Here he comes, he's out
              No, wait, safe, safe at second base
              This kid really makes things happen out there
              Batter steps up to the plate
              Here's the pitch, he's going
              Amd what a jump he's got
              He's trying for third
              Here's the throw
              It's in the dirt, safe a third
              Holw cow, stolen base
              He's taking a pretty big lead out there
              Almost daring them to pick him off
              The pitcher glances over, winds-up and it's bunted
              Bunted down the third base line
              The suicide squeeze is on
              Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close
              Here's the throw, here's the play at the plate
              Holy cow, I think he's gonna make it

              [Girl:]
              Stop right there
              I gotta know right now
              Before we go any further

              Do you love me
              Will you love me forever
              Do you need me
              Will you make me so happy
              For the rest of my life
              Will you take me away
              And will you make me your wife
              Do you love me
              Will you love me forever
              Do you need me
              Will you make me so happy
              For the rest of my life
              Will you take me away
              And will you make me your wife

              I gotta know right now
              Before we go any further
              Do you love me
              Will you love me forever

              [Boy:]
              Let me sleep on it
              Baby, baby let me sleep on it
              Let me sleep on it
              And I'll give you an answer in the morning

              Let me sleep on it
              Baby, baby let me sleep on it
              Let me sleep on it
              And I'll give you an answer in the morning

              Let me sleep on it
              Baby, baby let me sleep on it
              Let me sleep on it
              And I'll give you an answer in the morning

              [Girl:]
              I gotta know right now
              Do you love me
              Will you love me forever
              Do you need me
              Will you make me so happy
              For the rest of my life
              Will you take me away
              And will you make me your wife
              I gotta know right now
              Before we go any further
              Do you love me
              And will you love me forever

              [Boy:]
              Let me sleep on it
              Baby, baby let me sleep on it
              Let me sleep on it
              And I'll give you an answer in the morning
              Let me sleep on it

              [Girl:]
              Will you love me forever

              [Boy:]
              Let me sleep on it

              [Girl:]
              Will you love me forever

              [Boy:]
              I couldn't take it any longer
              Lord I was crazed
              And when the feeling came upon me
              Like a tidal wave
              I started swearing to my god
              And on my mother's grave
              That I would love you to the end of time
              I swore I would love you to the end of time

              So now I'm praying for the end of time
              To hurry up and arrive
              'Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
              I don't think that I can really survive
              I'll never break my promise or forget my vow
              But God only knows what I can do right now
              I'm praying for the end of time
              So I can end my time with you

              [Boy:]
              It was long ago and it was far away,
              And it was so much better than it is today.

              [Girl:]
              It never felt so good, It never felt so right
              And we were glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife.
              “Loyalty to country ALWAYS. Loyalty to government, when it deserves it.”
              Mark Twain

              Comment


              • #37
                More Dylan

                Ballad Of A Thin Man-

                "You walk into the room
                With your pencil in your hand
                You see somebody naked
                And you say, "Who is that man ?"
                You try so hard
                But you don't understand
                Just what you'll say
                When you get home.

                Because something is happening here
                But you don't know what it is
                Do you, Mister Jones ?

                You raise up your head
                And you ask, "Is this where it is ?"
                And somebody points to you and says
                "It's his"
                And you says, "What's mine ?"
                And somebody else says, "Where what is ?"
                And you say, "Oh my God
                Am I here all alone ?"

                But something is happening here
                But you don't know what it is
                Do you, Mister Jones ?

                You hand in your ticket
                And you go watch the geek
                Who immediately walks up to you
                When he hears you speak
                And says, "How does it feel
                To be such a freak ?"
                And you say, "Impossible"
                As he hands you a bone.

                And something is happening here
                But you don't know what it is
                Do you, Mister Jones ?

                You have many contacts
                Among the lumberjacks
                To get you facts
                When someone attacks your imagination
                But nobody has any respect
                Anyway they already expect you
                To all give a check
                To tax-deductible charity organizations.
                You've been with the professors
                And they've all liked your looks
                With great lawyers you have
                Discussed lepers and crooks
                You've been through all of
                F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
                You're very well read
                It's well known.

                But something is happening here
                And you don't know what it is
                Do you, Mister Jones ?

                Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
                And then he kneels
                He crosses himself
                And then he clicks his high heels
                And without further notice
                He asks you how it feels
                And he says, "Here is your throat back
                Thanks for the loan".

                And you know something is happening
                But you don't know what it is
                Do you, Mister Jones ?

                Now you see this one-eyed midget
                Shouting the word "NOW"
                And you say, "For what reason ?"
                And he says, "How ?"
                And you say, "What does this mean ?"
                And he screams back, "You're a cow
                Give me some milk
                Or else go home".

                Because something is happening
                But you don't know what it is
                Do you, Mister Jones ?

                Well, you walk into the room
                Like a camel and then you frown
                You put your eyes in your pocket
                And your nose on the ground
                There ought to be a law
                Against you comin' around
                You should be made
                To wear earphones.

                Does something is happening
                And you don't know what it is
                Do you, Mister Jones ?"


                "This aggression will not stand, man!" Jeff Lebowski
                "The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." Lester Bangs

                Comment


                • #38
                  Steve Forbert

                  It Isn't Gonna Be That Way-

                  "You've traveled so far
                  The wind in your face
                  You're thinking you've found
                  The one special place
                  Where all of your dreams
                  Will walk out in line
                  And follow the course
                  You've made in your mind

                  Hey, it isn't gonna be that way
                  It isn't gonna be, that way

                  I came on my own
                  And felt much like you
                  I thought I was king
                  And knew what to do
                  But everything burned
                  And fell from my hand
                  I had to turn back
                  Or build a new plan

                  Cause it isn't gonna be that way
                  It isn't gonna be, that way
                  No, it isn't gonna be that way
                  It isn't gonna be, that way

                  If I were a god
                  I'd give you a clue
                  This minute would crack
                  And I could go through
                  And walk out in time
                  Where no one has been
                  I'd come back to you
                  And tell what I'd seen

                  Oh, but it isn't gonna be that way
                  It isn't gonna be, that way

                  You'll just have to live
                  And see what you find
                  And take it from there
                  And follow the signs
                  Yeah, you think you can live
                  And dream your own fate
                  You think you can wish
                  And walk through the gate

                  Oh, it isn't gonna be that way
                  It isn't gonna be that way
                  And n-n-n-no
                  It isn't gonna be that way
                  It isn't gonna be-ah-e, that way
                  Oh oh oh oh no, ooh"


                  "This aggression will not stand, man!" Jeff Lebowski
                  "The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." Lester Bangs

                  Comment


                  • #39
                    Completely Bi-Partisan

                    SR-71 - Politically Correct

                    Well I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say
                    So when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway
                    So when I speak my mind, that's when we connect
                    Yeah, but that's not politically correct

                    Your head's so filled with thought, you can't use your imagination
                    Like a sky so filled with stars; you can't find a constellation
                    And everyone's so sensitive to any bad vibration
                    You're so impressing, while we're regressing

                    Cuz I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say
                    But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway

                    There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance
                    So why does everybody think my words can make a difference?
                    I just don't have time to think up every social consequence
                    I just keep on talking, and you keep applauding

                    And I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say
                    But when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway
                    And if you spoke your mind, you might feel more connected
                    Until you stand politically corrected

                    You lean a little to the left or the right, but
                    You can only see who's on your side
                    And look a little like a deer in the headlights
                    A little blind and hypnotized
                    So you conform with the best of intention
                    Change comes from inside
                    And after all, that's what this country was founded on
                    Do nothing different, just fall in line

                    Tell me what happened to make us so afraid, that
                    You couldn't make a Mel Brooks movie today? No!
                    I saw Blazing Saddles yesterday

                    I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say
                    But when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway
                    And I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say
                    And when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway... GO!

                    Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

                    Abusing Yellow is meant to be a labor of love, not something you sell to the highest bidder.

                    Comment


                    • #40
                      Hmmm, cool thread. For lyrics, there's a lot of very personal songs that ring true. As an Irishman songs like 'The Fields of Athenry' and 'On Raglan Road' can bring me to tears, especially at sport events, the passion of a country as overwhelmingly intoxicating as this one. As a child of the Mournes though, my all time favourite is 'The Mountains of Mourne', a poem turned song by Percy French. Lyrically just perfect, captures the pain of the Irish emigrant, and Don McClean did a great version too:

                      Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
                      With people here working by day and by night
                      They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat
                      But there' gangs of them digging for gold in the streets
                      At least when I asked them that's what I was told
                      So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
                      But for all that I found there I might as well be
                      Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.
                      I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
                      As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
                      Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
                      Faith, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
                      Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in trath
                      Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
                      Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,
                      Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

                      I've seen England's king from the top of a bus
                      And I've never known him, but he means to know us.
                      And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
                      Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
                      And now that he's visited Erin's green shore
                      We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore
                      When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
                      Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

                      There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
                      With beautiful shapes nature never designed
                      And lovely complexions all roses and cream
                      But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same
                      That if at those roses you venture to sip
                      The colours might all come away on your lip
                      So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
                      Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

                      You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course
                      Well, now he is here at the head of the force
                      I met him today, I was crossing the Strand
                      And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
                      And there we stood talkin' of days that are gone
                      While the whole population of London looked on
                      But for all these great powers he's wishful like me
                      To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.


                      Although it is not true that all conservatives are stupid people, it is true that most stupid people are conservative.
                      - John Stuart Mill.

                      Comment


                      • #41
                        I'll contribute a few local numbers:

                        A masterful work from a local boy. The opening verse is one of the greatest ever written for a love song.



                        "Into My Arms"

                        I don't believe in an interventionist God
                        But I know, darling, that you do
                        But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
                        Not to intervene when it came to you
                        Not to touch a hair on your head
                        To leave you as you are
                        And if He felt He had to direct you
                        Then direct you into my arms

                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms

                        And I don't believe in the existence of angels
                        But looking at you I wonder if that's true
                        But if I did I would summon them together
                        And ask them to watch over you
                        To each burn a candle for you
                        To make bright and clear your path
                        And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
                        And guide you into my arms

                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms

                        And I believe in Love
                        And I know that you do too
                        And I believe in some kind of path
                        That we can walk down, me and you
                        So keep your candle burning
                        And make her journey bright and pure
                        That she will keep returning
                        Always and evermore

                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms, O Lord
                        Into my arms
                        sigpic

                        Win nervously lose tragically - Reds C C

                        Comment


                        • #42
                          Story songs can be great if well written. Here's one by Australia's greatest songwriter, Paul Kelly, and talented aboriginal songwriter Kev Carmody. It is the story of the 1966 Wave hill walk off - a seminal moment in modern Australian history.





                          Gather round people let me tell you're a story
                          An eight year long story of power and pride
                          British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
                          Were opposite men on opposite sides

                          Vestey was fat with money and muscle
                          Beef was his business, broad was his door
                          Vincent was lean and spoke very little
                          He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor

                          From little things big things grow
                          From little things big things grow

                          Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
                          Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
                          Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
                          Gurindju decided they must make a stand

                          They picked up their swags and started off walking
                          At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down
                          Now it don't sound like much but it sure got tongues talking
                          Back at the homestead and then in the town

                          From little things big things grow
                          From little things big things grow

                          Vestey man said I'll double your wages
                          Seven quid a week you'll have in your hand
                          Vincent said uhuh we're not talking about wages
                          We're sitting right here till we get our land
                          Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered
                          You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow
                          Vince said if we fall others are rising

                          From little things big things grow
                          From little things big things grow

                          Then Vincent Lingiarri boarded an aeroplane
                          Landed in Sydney, big city of lights
                          And daily he went round softly speaking his story
                          To all kinds of men from all walks of life

                          And Vincent sat down with big politicians
                          This affair they told him is a matter of state
                          Let us sort it out, your people are hungry
                          Vincent said no thanks, we know how to wait

                          From little things big things grow
                          From little things big things grow

                          Then Vincent Lingiarri returned in an aeroplane
                          Back to his country once more to sit down
                          And he told his people let the stars keep on turning
                          We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns

                          Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
                          Till one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
                          And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
                          And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand

                          From little things big things grow
                          From little things big things grow

                          That was the story of Vincent Lingairri
                          But this is the story of something much more
                          How power and privilege can not move a people
                          Who know where they stand and stand in the law

                          From little things big things grow
                          From little things big things grow
                          From little things big things grow
                          From little things big things grow
                          sigpic

                          Win nervously lose tragically - Reds C C

                          Comment


                          • #43
                            A bittersweet love song from New Zealand's finest (it works better as music, but it is gorgeous):



                            Disobey my own decisions.
                            I deserve all your suspicion.
                            First it's yes and then it's no,
                            I dilly dally down to a duo.

                            But I got no secrets that I babble in my sleep.
                            I won't make promises to you that I can't keep.

                            And you know that I love you,
                            Here and now, not forever.
                            I can give you the present,
                            I don't know 'bout the future,
                            that's all stuff and nonsense.

                            I once lived for the future,
                            Every day was one day closer.
                            Greener on the other side,
                            This I believed before I met you.

                            I soon learned your love burned brighter than the stars in my eyes.
                            Now I know how and when
                            I know where and why.

                            And you know that I love you,
                            Here and now, not forever.
                            I can give you the present,
                            I don't know 'bout the future,
                            That's all stuff and nonsense.
                            Last edited by Bigfella; 14 Jan 11,, 13:17.
                            sigpic

                            Win nervously lose tragically - Reds C C

                            Comment


                            • #44
                              I could happily make this our national anthem. Written by a whitefella for his blackfella mate who was missing his home, it was first recorded by the Warumpi Band (the whitefella was the guitarist, neil Murray, the blackfella the lead singer, the late George Burarrwanga). It was re-recorded with modified lyrics by one of Murray's backup singers, Christine Anu, launching a successful solo career. Like George, she was also an island girl a long way from home. She performed it at the 2000 Olympics.







                              6 years i've been in the desert
                              and every night, i dream of the sea
                              they say home is were you find it
                              will this place ever satisfy me?
                              for i come from the salt water people
                              we've always lived by the sea
                              now i'm out here west of alice springs
                              with a wife and a family

                              and my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              is waitin for me

                              in the evnin the dry wind blows
                              from the hills
                              and across the plain
                              i close my eyes and i'm standing
                              in a boat
                              on the sea again
                              and i'm holding a long tyello spear
                              and i feel unclothed now
                              to where it must be
                              my island home, is waitin for me

                              For i come from the salt water people
                              we've always lived by the sea
                              now i'm out here west of alice springs
                              with a wife and a family

                              and my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              is waitin for me

                              in the evnin the dry wind blows
                              from the hills
                              and across the plain
                              i close my eyes and i'm standing
                              in a boat
                              on the sea again
                              and i'm holding a long tyello spear
                              and i feel unclothed now
                              to where it must be
                              my island home, is waitin for me

                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              is waitin for me


                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              my island home
                              sigpic

                              Win nervously lose tragically - Reds C C

                              Comment


                              • #45
                                Little Feat

                                Always loved the sense of humor displayed here-

                                Old Folk's Boogie-

                                "Off our rockers, actin' crazy
                                With the right medication we won't be lazy
                                Doin' the old folks boogie
                                Down on the farm
                                Wheelchairs, they was locked arm in arm
                                Paired off pacemakers with matchin' alarms
                                Gives us jus' one more chance
                                To spin one more yarn

                                And you know that you're over the hill
                                When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill
                                Doin' the old folks boogie
                                And boogie we will
                                'Cause to us the thought's as good as a thrill

                                Back at the home,
                                No time is your own,
                                Facillities there, they're all out on loan
                                The bank forclose, and your bankruptcy shows
                                And your credit creeps to an all-time low
                                So you know, that you're over the hill
                                When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill

                                Try and get a rise from an atrophied muscle,
                                And the nerves in your thigh just quivers and fizzles
                                So you know, that you're over the hill
                                When your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill"


                                "This aggression will not stand, man!" Jeff Lebowski
                                "The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." Lester Bangs

                                Comment

                                Working...
                                X