Favorite Song Lyrics (Snippets)

[Argonne69]

Mother doesn't go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside

If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know about the stains on the mattress
You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

Mother's wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the TV's on
Whatever moves beyond these walls
She'll know the facts when Sunday comes along

If you want to know about the mad punk rockers
If you want to know how to play guitar
If you want to know about any other suckers
You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers

Sunday papers don't ask no questions
Sunday papers don't get no lies
Sunday papers don't raise objections
Sunday papers ain't got no eyes

 

- Joe Jackson 

 

[touch]

And when their eloquence escapes me
Their logic ties me up and rapes me

 

De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
They're meaningless and all that's true

 

 

The Police

Songwriter: Gordon Matthew Sumner

[Argonne69]

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean, oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean, oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

 

- The Monkees 

 

[Triple Lindy]

I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
 

- Chumbawamba

[touch]

One toke over the line, sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sitting downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

Waiting for the train that goes home, sweet Mary
Hoping that the train is on time
Sitting downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line

Who do you love? I hope it's me
I've been changing, as you can plainly see
I felt the joy and I learned about the pain
That my momma said
If I should choose to make a part of me
Would surely strike me dead

 

 

Brewer and Shipley

Songwriters: Michael Brewer / Tom Shipley

[dashanks]

And justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you'll be sorry that messed with
The U-S-of-A
'Cause we'll put a boot your a**
It's the American way

 

RIP Toby

[nitram]

Did you ever want it?
Did you want it bad, oh my
It tears me apart
Did you ever fight it?
All of the pain, so much pride
Running through my veins
Bleeding, I'm bleeding
My cold little heart
Oh I, I can't stand myself
And I know
In my heart, in this cold heart
I can live or I can die
I believe if I just try
You believe in you and I.

 

Cold Little Heart

- Michael Kiwanuka

[TiScape]

Cocaine Jesus
-Samuel Isaias Melo

 

Edited February 11 by TiScape

[TiScape]

-Brian Sella & Matthew Uychich

Edited February 14 by TiScape

[dashanks]

On 2/6/2024 at 6:06 PM, Argonne69 said:

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean, oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean, oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

 

- The Monkees 

 

Your post got me thinking about The Monkees.   Looks like Mickey Dolenz is the last one left.   They all went kinda young.  Of course, that's in old geezer perspective. But still.   It was never cool to like them, but in retrospect, they did some pretty decent stuff.  This one, Last Train to Clarksville, I'm a Believer, etc.   

[Argonne69]

1 hour ago, dashanks said:

Your post got me thinking about The Monkees.   Looks like Mickey Dolenz is the last one left.   They all went kinda young.  Of course, that's in old geezer perspective. But still.   It was never cool to like them, but in retrospect, they did some pretty decent stuff.  This one, Last Train to Clarksville, I'm a Believer, etc.   

 

They sold a ton of records, and it's a shame that they're not in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Sure, they didn't write most of their songs, but there are plenty of vocalists and artists in the HoF that didn't write their own material. 

 

[Argonne69]

Love, I get so lost sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away, I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return
The grand façade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

In your eyes
The light, the heat (in your eyes)
I am complete (in your eyes)
I see the doorway (in your eyes)
To a thousand churches (in your eyes)
The resolution (in your eyes)

Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)
Oh, I see the light and the heat (in your eyes)
Oh, I wanna be that complete (in your eyes)
I wanna touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes

 

- Peter Gabriel 

 

[touch]

Talk to me, you never talk to me
Ooh, it seems that I can speak
But I can hear my voice shouting out
But there's no reply at all

 

Look at me, you never look at me
Ooh, I've been sitting, staring, seems so long
But you're looking through me like I wasn't here at all
No reply, there's no reply at all

 

Dance with me, you never dance with me
Ooh, it seems that I can move
I'm close to you, close as I can get
Yet, there's no reply at all, there's no reply at all

 

Genesis

Songwriters: Anthony Banks / Phil Collins / Michael Rutherford

[touch]

On 2/14/2024 at 3:33 PM, Argonne69 said:

 

They sold a ton of records, and it's a shame that they're not in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Sure, they didn't write most of their songs, but there are plenty of vocalists and artists in the HoF that didn't write their own material. 

 

 

 

Yes sir ! 

Edited February 18 by touch

[Argonne69]

Now if there's a smile on my face

It's only there tryin’ to fool the public
But when it comes down to foolin’ you
Now, honey, that's quite a different subject

But don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression

Really I'm sad (Sad, sad, sad, sad)
Oh, sadder than sad (I'm hurt so bad)
You're gone, and I'm hurtin' so bad (I pretend to be glad)
Like a clown, I pretend to be glad (Sad, sad, sad, sad)

Now there's some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
The tears of a clown
When there's no one around
Mmm-hmm, oh yeah, baby

Now if I appear to be carefree
It's only to camouflage my sadness
In order to shield my pride, I’ve tried
To cover this hurt with a show of gladness
But don't let my show convince you
That I've been happy since you
 

There's some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
The tears of a clown
When there's no one around
Oh yeah

 

- Smokey Robinson and The Miracles 

 

[nitram]

It ain't alright, the hardness of my head
Now, close your eyes and spin around
Say, hard times you could find it
Ain't the way that you want
But it's still alright

 

Late at night, do you lay around wondering?
Counting all the lines, ain't so funny now
Say, times are hard, you get this far, but it
Ain't the way that you want
I'll be damned if this old man don't
Start to count on his losses
But it's still alright

 

They say you learn a lot out there
How to scorch and burn
Gonna have to bury your friends
Then you'll find it gets worse
Standing out on the ledge
With no way to get down
You start praying for wings to grow
Oh, baby, just let go

 

And it's still alright

 

- Nathaniel Rateliff

[nitram]

When I first met you baby, everything I knew
Wasn't any brighter than a shade of blue
Your blue eyes and brown hair, how could I resist?
The color of your stare, it doesn't compare

 

Times were better when I was still there
I was better when I was still there, ooh

 

Now we're swimming through
Oceans of emotions
Seven days at a time
Oh, the water's blue and so are you
I won't be running out any time soon

 

Oceans of Emotion

 

- The Teskey Brothers

[Argonne69]

This came to mind the other day when I was chatting with a playing partner about great golf related songs. RIP, Toby. 

 

I'm a shi##y golfer, you can ask my wife
I've been out there hacking every day of my life
I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters
And new Taylormade driver didn't make me any better

Man, I hit 'em fat and I hit 'em thin
I roll 'em in the bunkers man, I hit 'em again
Slice 'em in the bushes, crank 'em in a creek
I popped that sucker up and hooked it out in the street

Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle
And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little
Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together
Hit that son of a b#tch right up there in the leather
If you call that good, and let me press on the side
You can put me down for a five 

Hey, I'm a shi##y golfer, most of us are
But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars
What else you gonna do? When you're out of town
And you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round

Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach
And one time at Sawgrass I shot 83
If I live long enough to be 88
I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age
 

- Toby Keith (1961 - 2024)

 

[JungleJimbo]

17 minutes ago, Argonne69 said:

This came to mind the other day when I was chatting with a playing partner about great golf related songs. RIP, Toby. 

 

I'm a shi##y golfer, you can ask my wife
I've been out there hacking every day of my life
I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters
And new Taylormade driver didn't make me any better

Man, I hit 'em fat and I hit 'em thin
I roll 'em in the bunkers man, I hit 'em again
Slice 'em in the bushes, crank 'em in a creek
I popped that sucker up and hooked it out in the street

Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle
And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little
Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together
Hit that son of a b#tch right up there in the leather
If you call that good, and let me press on the side
You can put me down for a five 

Hey, I'm a shi##y golfer, most of us are
But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars
What else you gonna do? When you're out of town
And you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round

Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach
And one time at Sawgrass I shot 83
If I live long enough to be 88
I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age
 

- Toby Keith (1961 - 2024)

 

 

 

[touch]

The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
(Say it again)
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing

 

No, we can't dance together
No, we can't talk at all

 

 

 

Steely Dan

Songwriters: Walter Becker / Donald Fagen

[JungleJimbo]

5 hours ago, Argonne69 said:

This came to mind the other day when I was chatting with a playing partner about great golf related songs. RIP, Toby. 

 

I'm a shi##y golfer, you can ask my wife
I've been out there hacking every day of my life
I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters
And new Taylormade driver didn't make me any better

Man, I hit 'em fat and I hit 'em thin
I roll 'em in the bunkers man, I hit 'em again
Slice 'em in the bushes, crank 'em in a creek
I popped that sucker up and hooked it out in the street

Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle
And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little
Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together
Hit that son of a b#tch right up there in the leather
If you call that good, and let me press on the side
You can put me down for a five 

Hey, I'm a shi##y golfer, most of us are
But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars
What else you gonna do? When you're out of town
And you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round

Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach
And one time at Sawgrass I shot 83
If I live long enough to be 88
I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age
 

- Toby Keith (1961 - 2024)

 

 

 

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Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today
Go to the bank and the hardware store
Put a new lock on the cellar door

 

I cross 'em off as I get 'em done
But when the sun is settled
There's still more than a few things left
I haven't got to yet

-----

Go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that

Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up an old lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

-----

Wouldn't change the course of fate
The cutting the grass just had to wait
'Cause I've got more important things
Like pushin' my kid on the backyard swing

 

I won't break my back for a million bucks
I can't take to my grave
So why put off for tomorrow
What I could get done today

-----

Like go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that

Wade the shore, cast a line
Look up an old lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

-----

Raise a little hell, laugh 'til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate at church
Call up my folks just to chat
It's time that I make time for that
Stay up late, and oversleep
Show her what she means to me
Catch up on all the things I've always missed
Just start livin', that's the next thing on my list

 

Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today

 

Edited February 21 by JungleJimbo

[ThinkingPlus]

8 hours ago, touch said:

The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
(Say it again)
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing

 

No, we can't dance together
No, we can't talk at all

 

 

 

Steely Dan

Songwriters: Walter Becker / Donald Fagen

For many years I thought the lyrics referred to drinking coffee and tequila. It never made sense.

[touch]

Though you don't call anymore
I sit and wait in vain
I guess I'll rap on your door (your door)
Tap on your window pane (tap on your window pane)
I wanna tell you, baby
Changes I've been going through (ooh)
Missing you, listen, you
'Til you come back to me that's what I'm gonna do

Why did you have to decide
You had to set me free?
I'm gonna swallow my pride (my pride)
I'm gonna beg you to please, baby, please see me (you never want to see me)
I'm gonna walk by myself
Just to prove that my love is true (ooh)
All for you, baby
'Til you come back to me that's what I'm gonna do

 

Aretha Franklin

Writer/s: Clarence O. Paul, Morris Broadnax, Stevie Wonder

Edited February 22 by touch

[ThinkingPlus]

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

 

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

 

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
And you still have all of me

 

My Immortal

Evanescence

[touch]

You got those big dark eyes that flash at me, baby
You got a head on your shoulders, you know what I mean
You got legs so long like you could walk on air

For you darlin', I'd go anywhere

 

For your love, your precious love
I'd do anything, yes I would
I want your love, your precious love

I've been too lonely too long

 

You got a kind of walk that's just so fine
The way you fill those blue jeans baby, my my my
Yes and when you smiled at me like you did just now
All I want is just to get to you somehow

 

For your love, your precious love
I'd do anything, yes I would
I want your love, your precious love
I've been too lonely too long

 

Yeah those big dark eyes that flash at me
 

 

 

Bob Welch

Songwriters: Alberto Mastrofrancesco / Christian De Walden / Lori R. Barth / Maricris Delgado / Vito Mastrofrancesco

[Argonne69]

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone

Hey, teacher! Leave them kids alone!
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall
All in all, you're just another brick in the wall

If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding!
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

 

- Pink Floyd, Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2

 

[Triple Lindy]

On 2/14/2024 at 1:12 PM, dashanks said:

Your post got me thinking about The Monkees.   Looks like Mickey Dolenz is the last one left.   They all went kinda young.  Of course, that's in old geezer perspective. But still.   It was never cool to like them, but in retrospect, they did some pretty decent stuff.  This one, Last Train to Clarksville, I'm a Believer, etc.   

The Monkees was the first band I ever saw in concert - a freebie at Six Flags. As you probably know, there were only 2 real musicians in the group (Michael Nesmith and Peter Tork) and they were all hired as actors off of a Hollywood set. But a power struggle developed between the guy in charge of the music (Don Kirschner) and the band, who decided they wanted to be rock stars instead of actors. Of course, the studio won and ultimately ended up canceling the show. Kirschner vowed that he’d never use a real band again. His next show? The Archies - a cartoon band. No arguments from that group.

 

So, as a tribute, I leave you with…

 

”Pour your sweetness over me”

 

- The Archies (Sugar, Sugar)

Edited March 2 by Triple Lindy

[grm24]

Joe Jackson - Steppin' Out

We are young but getting old before our time
We'll leave the T.V. and the radio behind
Don't you wonder what we'll find Steppin' out tonight?

 

Radiohead - Paranoid Android

When I am king you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all

 

Just a couple short lyrical "snippets" I find interesting. The first line from Joe Jackson has resonated with me for some time.

 

The Radiohead lyric is kind of sinister/devious in a fun way LOL! 
 

[Argonne69]

Definitely feeling some SoCal vibes in Santa Barbara 

 

 

My friend, the communist
Holds meetings in his RV
I can't afford his gas
So I'm stuck here watching TV

I don't have digital
I don't have diddly squat
It's not having what you want
It's wanting what you've got

I'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna tell everyone to lighten up
I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame I'm looking up
I'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna soak up the sun

 

- Sheryl Crow 

 

[touch]

2 hours ago, Argonne69 said:

Definitely feeling some SoCal vibes in Santa Barbara 

 

 

My friend, the communist
Holds meetings in his RV
I can't afford his gas
So I'm stuck here watching TV

I don't have digital
I don't have diddly squat
It's not having what you want
It's wanting what you've got

I'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna tell everyone to lighten up
I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame I'm looking up
I'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna soak up the sun

 

- Sheryl Crow 

 

 

Wicked fine Blues, and I don't mean music.

Georgous photo.

Is that your current view/hometown @Argonne69 ?