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Leaves are falling all around
It's time I was on my way
Thanks to you I'm much obliged
For such a pleasant stay
But now it's time for me to go
The autumn moon lights my way
For now I smell the rain
And with it pain
And it's headed my way

 

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Welcome back, my friends
To the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! Come inside
 
There behind a glass
Stands a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass
Move along! Move along
 
Come inside, the show's about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell, or Earth
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They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to seem 'em

Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
 
 
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When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day

 

So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin'
She is all I have left and music is her name

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On 9/27/2019 at 4:11 PM, The Real Buffalo Joe said:

It was early mornin' yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But Toby must be movin' on

 


Goodbye Toby
It's been nice
Hope you find your
Paradise
Come tomorrow
Feel no pain
Feel no pain


Toby
Toby
Toby
Toby's goin' away
See ya
See ya, Toby
See ya
Oh


Goodbye Toby
Goodbye Toby
Goodbye Toby
Goodbye Toby

 

he gave him a rock with "suck this" on a post-it note as a farewell gift... :D

 

 

23 hours ago, Bill from NYC said:
 
Half-step
Mississippi Uptown Toodleloo
Hello baby, I'm gone, goodbye
Half a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you old southern sky
I'm on my way, on my way

 

and it's one more beer

and i don't hear

you anymorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 

 

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25 minutes ago, The Real Buffalo Joe said:

Listen to what the flower people say
Ah
Listen, it's getting louder every day
Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue
Ah
Listen, it could be calling now for you.

 

Boy, this is really exciting, making a rock & roll record. I can't even wait until our record comes out and the teen-agers start to buy it. We'll all be rich and famous! When my royalty check comes I think I'm going to buy a Mustang. No, I think I'll... I think I'll get a Corvette. No, I think I'll get a Harley Davidson. No, I don't think I'll buy any of those cars. I think what I will do is I will buy a boat. No, I won't do that either. I think, ah, I'll go into real estate. I think I would like to... I think I'd like to buy La Cienega Boulevard. No, that wouldn't do any good. Gee, I wonder if they can see me up here, twirling my tambourine and dancing...
Maybe after the show one of the girls who sees me up here, singing and twirling my tambourine and dancing, will like me. And she will come over to me and I will walk... I will walk up to her and I will smile at her and I will impress her and I will say: "Hello, baby, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? I'm from a rock & roll band, I think we should... "
Is the song over?

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I'm just a wandering on the face of this earth
Meeting so many people who are trying to be free
And while I'm traveling I hear so many words
Language barriers broken, now we've found the key

If you want this world of yours to turn about you
You can see exactly what to do, don't tell me

I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band

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Well you can stick your nine to five livin'
And your collar and your tie
And stick your moral standards
'Cause it's all a dirty lie
You can stick your golden handshake
And you can stick your silly rules
And all the other sh!t
That they teach to kids in school
('Cause I ain't no fool)


Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll
A rock 'n' roll star

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Darlin', give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer
Here, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair

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Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
I got to move with the fashion
Or be outcast


I know I should fight
But my old man he's really alright
And I'm still living at home
Even though it won't last

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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.

 

I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,

A place where even squares can have a ball.

We still wave Old Glory down by the courthouse,

White Lightnin's still, the biggest thrill of all.

Edited by Bill from NYC
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He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name is Betty Lou Thelma Liz
He's not responsible for what he's doing
His mother made him what he is
 
And it's up against the wall, redneck mother
Mother who has raised her son so well
He's thirty four and drinkin' in a honky tonk
Just kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell
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A show of strength with your boys brigade

And I'm so happy and you're so kind

You want more money of course I don't mind

To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants

But I want nothing this societys got

I'm going underground (going underground)

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Happy 40th coming up!!!!! 

 

Thank goodness for the UK artists to get me through the 80s....

 

 

 

 

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You wake up late for school, man you don't want to go
You ask you mom, please? but she still says, no!
You missed two classes, and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

 

You gotta fight for your right to party

 

Your pop caught you smoking, and he said, no way!
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (bust it!)

 

You gotta fight for your right to party

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Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened there?
 
Some were spellbound, some were hell bound
Some they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the melt-down
And their kids were hippie chicks or hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it
 
So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun
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Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!

 

Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

 

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That woman of mine, she ain't happy
'Til she finds something wrong and someone to blame
If it ain't one thing it's another one on the way
 
Woke up this mornin' to the sunshine
It sure as hell looks just like rain
I know where to go on a cloudy day
 
Oh rainy day woman
I never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine
You have been a friend of mine, rainy day woman
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Heartbreaker
You mean misery maker
Miss Evil
You know you done me wrong
Heartbreaker
You professional faker
Mistreater
I'm telling you so long


H-E-A-R-T breaker look what you done
You broke my heart and away you did run
But now I'm high and dry and out of the rain
So don't come back and try to wet me again

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You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone
You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more
 
But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
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And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend a this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again

 

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