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post #16 of 82
You should.... follow.... me down
In satellite town
There's no color and no sound
I'll be ten feet under ground
Gotta get out of this black & white town

One of the best songs ever.
post #17 of 82
pretty much this whole song: I will come for you at nighttime I will raise you from your sleep I will kiss you in four places As I go running along your street I will squeeze the life out of you You will make me laugh and make me cry And we will never forget it You will make me call your name And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky And we may never meet again So shed your skin and let's get started And you will throw your arms around me Yeah, you will throw your arms around me I dreamed of you at nighttime And I watched you in your sleep I met you in high places I touched your head and touched your feet So if you disappear out of view You know I will never say goodbye And though I try to forget it You will make me call your name And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky... And we may never meet again... So shed your skin and let's get started And you will throw your arms around me Yeah, you will throw your arms around me and i still get stuck at: We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
post #18 of 82
Quote:
One of the best songs ever.

You really think so?
post #19 of 82
and before this is lost in the annals of Andy (a scary place if ever there was one)....

Quote:
Originally Posted by bosthist
In the (AAAC) Ghetto
with apologies to Elvis Presley


As the hard drive dies
On a cold and gray Seattle mornin'
A poor little Style Forumite arrives
In the AAAC ghetto
And Andy cries
'cause if there's one thing that he don't need
It's another hoodie wearin' mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
The Style Forumite needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be a bleeding edge denim wearin' young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a denim clad boy with a runny nose
Plays online as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the web at night
And he learns about J. Press
And he learns about trad
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a sack suit, asks about a trad car,
Wears go-to-hell pants, but he don't get far
And Harris cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a ribbon watchband in his hand
In the ghetto

As the young man dies,
On a warm and sunny Socal mornin',
Another Style Forumite arrives
In the ghetto

Also, you really have to imagine Horace, Coolidge24, Brownshoe, MPCSB, Longwing, et al. in trad choir robes echoing "in the ghetto" each time Elvis sings that line.
post #20 of 82
Quote:
Originally Posted by shoreman1782
You really think so?
Yeah, I really love that song. Why, is that minus cred points?

Maybe it's because of how perfectly it applies to Seattle; that along with my fondness for 80s piano laden pop and a driving beat. And it's in my singing range.
post #21 of 82
God help any restaraunt that plays this while we are eating...

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the wind blows.
post #22 of 82
One of my fav. songs. Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a rumour from Ground Control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the Action Man "I'm happy, hope you're happy too I've loved all I've needed to love Sordid details following" The shrieking of nothing is killing Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Time and again I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend "I'm happy, hope you're happy too" One flash of light but no smoking pistol I never done good things I never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom
post #23 of 82
No, I think Doves are way underrated, especially that album. I just don't love that song; I always think of "Heatwave."

I did think, when you quoted it, maybe it applies well to the pacific nw. Same latitude as Manchester, no?
post #24 of 82
Quote:
Originally Posted by shoreman1782
No, I think Doves are way underrated, especially that album. I just don't love that song; I always think of "Heatwave."

I did think, when you quoted it, maybe it applies well to the pacific nw. Same latitude as Manchester, no?
Maybe it's because that was the first song of theirs that I heard on the radio - I prefer it to the rest of the album (which is still amazing). Yeah, I imagine it's a lot like Manchester here, except nicer a lot of the time.
post #25 of 82
Quote:
Originally Posted by j
Maybe it's because that was the first song of theirs that I heard on the radio - I prefer it to the rest of the album (which is still amazing). Yeah, I imagine it's a lot like Manchester here, except nicer a lot of the time.

And no Van Nistelrooy.
post #26 of 82
Matt,

One of my favs also. Aussie bands really do rule; and I'm not Australian.


Quote:
Originally Posted by m@T
pretty much this whole song:

I will come for you at nighttime
I will raise you from your sleep
I will kiss you in four places
As I go running along your street
I will squeeze the life out of you
You will make me laugh and make me cry
And we will never forget it
You will make me call your name
And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky

And we may never meet again
So shed your skin and let's get started
And you will throw your arms around me
Yeah, you will throw your arms around me

I dreamed of you at nighttime
And I watched you in your sleep
I met you in high places
I touched your head and touched your feet
So if you disappear out of view
You know I will never say goodbye
And though I try to forget it
You will make me call your name
And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky...
And we may never meet again...
So shed your skin and let's get started
And you will throw your arms around me
Yeah, you will throw your arms around me

and i still get stuck at:

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
post #27 of 82
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Originally Posted by rdawson808
Oh, you know, I just reread what I wrote and I hope you didn't take it the wrong way. I'm a total white-y, so was trying to put in my Eddie Murphy-ish imitation of a white guy (i.e. me). Sorry, Tck, I didn't mean that to be you. bob
I absolutely did not take it the wrong way! I was embarrased that I made that mistake! I used to make fun of my parents because they used to screw up lyrics and groups names. Look at me now! I can't spell, can't remember band's names, lyrics, movie titles, actors... I am starting to understand what happened to them.
post #28 of 82
the weather's variable
so are you
but I can't do a thing
about the weather

"About the Weather," by Magazine. Rather threatening when sung by their lead guy.
post #29 of 82
I am a writer,
writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones,
my bones, my bones.

------

If only summer rain would fall
on the houses and the boulevards
and the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream.

With the roar of cars
and the lulling of the cafe bars.
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again
post #30 of 82
I started out on Burgundy,
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everyone said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was no one even there to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough.

--Dylan
~~~~~~~~~

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with a train set
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
You've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we'll pick eleven for football
We're playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Everybody's gone you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still

There's something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart



--Belle & Sebastian
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