"Cause love's such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for The people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves Under pressure"
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.
I keep having dreams Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan, Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them, Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom, Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten. I keep having dreams.
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter. I went back to her house and I slept beside her. She woke up screaming in the middle of the night, Terrified of her own insides. Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst Breaking through a life over-rehearsed. She can't remember which came first: The house, the home, or the terrible thirst. She keeps having dreams.
And on the worst days, When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes, She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bedstand So she can always run. She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone.
I keep having dreams of things I need to do, Of waking up but not following through. But it feels like I haven't slept at all, When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall. Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway, An antique compass for a sailor's escape. She says "you just can't live this way", And I close my eyes and I never say: I'm still having dreams.
And on the worst days, When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes, I sleep with my passport, One eye on the back door, So I can always run. I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I'll be gone.
And come morning, I am disappeared, Just an imprint on the bedsheets. I'm by the roadside with my thumb out. A car pulls up, and Bob's driving. So I climb in; We don't say a word As we pull off into the sunrise. And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country. We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream Of the beating heart of the country. We are electric pulses In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country.
My baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster - Two great big humps and then I'm gone.
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life.
Now I'm over near the bandstand, every hand moving on John Finn's wife...
My baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster - Two great big humps and then I'm gone.
You beat me to it, lol. Isn't he the greatest?!
Rose Garden Arena - Nov 02, 2000, Key Arena - Oct 22, 2001, Key Arena - Dec 08, 2002, Key Arena - Dec 09, 2002, Clark County Amphitheater - Sep 26, 2009
My baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster - Two great big humps and then I'm gone.
You beat me to it, lol. Isn't he the greatest?!
He's fantastic. So many Cave lyrics I could choose for this topic.
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life.
Now I'm over near the bandstand, every hand moving on John Finn's wife...
My baby calls me the Loch Ness Monster - Two great big humps and then I'm gone.
You beat me to it, lol. Isn't he the greatest?!
He's fantastic. So many Cave lyrics I could choose for this topic.
Same. Between King Ink I and II, and the complete lyrics, technically I own 3 lyric collections. Much of it reads like literature. He's amazing.
Rose Garden Arena - Nov 02, 2000, Key Arena - Oct 22, 2001, Key Arena - Dec 08, 2002, Key Arena - Dec 09, 2002, Clark County Amphitheater - Sep 26, 2009
Don't wanna wait 'til you know me better Let's just be glad for the time together Life's such a treat and it's time you taste it There ain't a reason on earth to waste it It ain't a crime to be good to yourself
"I'll use the magic word - let's just shut the fuck up, please." EV, 04/13/08
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.
Just between us I think it's time we recognize, the differences we sometimes fear to show Just between us I think it's time we realize, The spaces in between, leave room for you and I to grow.
Well do you ever get the feeling That the story's too damn real And in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stage And it seems like you're the only person Sitting in the audience?
if you don't expect too much from me, you might not be let down...
If I had known then what I know now...
Vegas 93, Vegas 98, Vegas 00 (10 year show), Vegas 03, Vegas 06
VIC 07
EV LA1 08
Seattle1 09, Seattle2 09, Salt Lake 09, LA4 09
Columbus 10
EV LA 11
Vancouver 11
Missoula 12
Portland 13, Spokane 13
St. Paul 14, Denver 14
and.....makes much more sense.....to live in the present tense.
If I had known then what I know now...
Vegas 93, Vegas 98, Vegas 00 (10 year show), Vegas 03, Vegas 06
VIC 07
EV LA1 08
Seattle1 09, Seattle2 09, Salt Lake 09, LA4 09
Columbus 10
EV LA 11
Vancouver 11
Missoula 12
Portland 13, Spokane 13
St. Paul 14, Denver 14
What can this strange device be When i touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that i found?
See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain
Oh, mirror in the sky What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? I don't know
Well, I've been afraid of changing Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older I'm getting older too So....
Now I’ve been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is Why must we go on hating, why can’t we live in bliss Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again
So if you disappear out of view You know, I will never say goodbye Though I try to forget it You will make me call your name and I'll shout it to the blue summer sky We may never meet again So shed your skin and let's get started
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Don't take no prisoners if can't afford to feed none Don't start no fights if you can't predict the outcome Don't make donations where you cannot get your dough back Fuck the apathetic bullshittas send em' all your prozac
Peace
*We CAN bomb the World to pieces, but we CAN'T bomb it into PEACE*...Michael Franti
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
Our pa's each own one the world trade centers for a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you.
"thru extensive negotiations we managed to get the curfew moved back..... we still don't have any time to fu&k around...."
LA II 06, SB 06, SF III 06, Kokua 07 Ed and Jack, Grant Park 07, EV Berk1 & LA 1 (nice job 10c), 08 DC, MSG1 &2, VH1 rocks, EV Bos II, EV NYC I & II, Milwaukee, EV Maui, EV Hono I & II, Chicago 09 I & II, LA 09 I & II & IV, SD 09 (my girlfriend hit the lottery, best concert of my life 10C rocks)KC 2010, STL 2010, Hartford. Boston, and MSG I & II "who goes around skinning cats anyway", PJ 20 2011 , Portland, Spokane, Seattle LA 2013, Home Shows + Missoula (fatal 👌)
"i've drawn to one conclusion that no one really understands anything we're all grinding gears don't know which way is up once the soul is dead the mind ain't far away"
Comments
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure"
Under Pressure by Queen/David Bowie
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Time by Pink Floyd
'what the world needs now is another Frank Sinatra so i can get you in bed"
Teen Angst by Cracker
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan,
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them,
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom,
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten.
I keep having dreams.
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter.
I went back to her house and I slept beside her.
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night,
Terrified of her own insides.
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed.
She can't remember which came first:
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst.
She keeps having dreams.
And on the worst days,
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes,
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bedstand
So she can always run.
She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone.
I keep having dreams of things I need to do,
Of waking up but not following through.
But it feels like I haven't slept at all,
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall.
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway,
An antique compass for a sailor's escape.
She says "you just can't live this way",
And I close my eyes and I never say:
I'm still having dreams.
And on the worst days,
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes,
I sleep with my passport,
One eye on the back door,
So I can always run.
I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I'll be gone.
And come morning,
I am disappeared,
Just an imprint on the bedsheets.
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out.
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving.
So I climb in;
We don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise.
And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country.
We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
Of the beating heart of the country.
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country.
Frank Turner I Am Dissapeared
Two great big humps and then I'm gone.
Now I'm over near the bandstand, every hand moving on John Finn's wife...
I came across my lonely reflection
And I realized that I have been dancing
Not with a woman, but with a ghost
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Now I'm over near the bandstand, every hand moving on John Finn's wife...
Let's just be glad for the time together
Life's such a treat and it's time you taste it
There ain't a reason on earth to waste it
It ain't a crime to be good to yourself
like rebel diamonds
cut out of the Sun
can you read my mind
Ever.
Who writes songs like this these days?
I think it's time we recognize,
the differences we sometimes fear to show
Just between us
I think it's time we realize,
The spaces in between, leave room for you and I to grow.
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only person
Sitting in the audience?
Vegas 93, Vegas 98, Vegas 00 (10 year show), Vegas 03, Vegas 06
VIC 07
EV LA1 08
Seattle1 09, Seattle2 09, Salt Lake 09, LA4 09
Columbus 10
EV LA 11
Vancouver 11
Missoula 12
Portland 13, Spokane 13
St. Paul 14, Denver 14
Vegas 93, Vegas 98, Vegas 00 (10 year show), Vegas 03, Vegas 06
VIC 07
EV LA1 08
Seattle1 09, Seattle2 09, Salt Lake 09, LA4 09
Columbus 10
EV LA 11
Vancouver 11
Missoula 12
Portland 13, Spokane 13
St. Paul 14, Denver 14
When i touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that i found?
See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don't know
Well, I've been afraid of changing
Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
I'm getting older too
So....
Why must we go on hating, why can’t we live in bliss
Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again
You know, I will never say goodbye
Though I try to forget it
You will make me call your name and I'll shout it to the blue summer sky
We may never meet again
So shed your skin and let's get started
Don't start no fights if you can't predict the outcome
Don't make donations where you cannot get your dough back
Fuck the apathetic bullshittas send em' all your prozac
Peace
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
LA II 06, SB 06, SF III 06, Kokua 07 Ed and Jack, Grant Park 07, EV Berk1 & LA 1 (nice job 10c), 08 DC, MSG1 &2, VH1 rocks, EV Bos II, EV NYC I & II, Milwaukee, EV Maui, EV Hono I & II, Chicago 09 I & II, LA 09 I & II & IV, SD 09 (my girlfriend hit the lottery, best concert of my life 10C rocks)KC 2010, STL 2010, Hartford. Boston, and MSG I & II "who goes around skinning cats anyway", PJ 20 2011 , Portland, Spokane, Seattle LA 2013, Home Shows + Missoula (fatal 👌)
Here's mine.
"Fuck the G ride, I want the machines that are making them"
This made me think a very different point of view……….
we're all grinding gears don't know which way is up
once the soul is dead the mind ain't far away"
Strung Out - Everyday