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NoobSalad41
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I don’t know if rush or yes were on “substances”
But I do think that “In-a-gadda-da-vida” is probably the musical version of drugs
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But I do think that “In-a-gadda-da-vida” is probably the musical version of drugs
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as-a-child
Guest
One of my fav bands
guided by voices
buzzards and dreadful crows
(rock chorder)
the lifeblood - the lighthouse flashing
B Bb
16 chicks remain on watch
D G#
for the wheels to come rolling in
G
and they do…
E
yes they always do
F# G
i’d be bored and disappointed if they didn’t
D F#
buzzards and dreadful crows
C E
right on the tip of my nose
D F#
they wait like cats and fly out
D F#
for the light in my eyes to die out
G
and it does…
E
yes it always does
F# G
i’d be shocked and removed if it didn’t
D F#
buzzards and dreadful crows
C E
a necessary evil, i suppose
D F#
there’s something in this deal for everyone
D E F# G
did you really think that you were the only one?
D F#
buzzards and dreadful crows
C E
a necessary evil, i suppose
D F#
there’s something in this deal for everyone
D E F# G
did you really think that you were the only one?
E F# G
you were the only one
D F# C E F# G
guided by voices
buzzards and dreadful crows
(rock chorder)
Code:
D CB Bb
16 chicks remain on watch
D G#
for the wheels to come rolling in
G
and they do…
E
yes they always do
F# G
i’d be bored and disappointed if they didn’t
D F#
buzzards and dreadful crows
C E
right on the tip of my nose
D F#
they wait like cats and fly out
D F#
for the light in my eyes to die out
G
and it does…
E
yes it always does
F# G
i’d be shocked and removed if it didn’t
D F#
buzzards and dreadful crows
C E
a necessary evil, i suppose
D F#
there’s something in this deal for everyone
D E F# G
did you really think that you were the only one?
D F#
buzzards and dreadful crows
C E
a necessary evil, i suppose
D F#
there’s something in this deal for everyone
D E F# G
did you really think that you were the only one?
E F# G
you were the only one
D F# C E F# G
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NoobSalad41
Guest
I don’t know if it counts as “lyrics” but I can’t make a list like this and refuse to put up “Hocus Pocus” by Focus
Best air yodeling song ever (and a good air drum song too)
Best air yodeling song ever (and a good air drum song too)
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Morwenna
Guest
Can’t believe that no one has mentioned MacArthur Park:
Macarthur park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
And I don’t think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe agaaaaaaiiiiiiin …
:whacky:
cringe, wince
Surely one of the worst songs ever.
Macarthur park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
And I don’t think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe agaaaaaaiiiiiiin …
:whacky:
cringe, wince
Surely one of the worst songs ever.
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bella_mama
Guest
Speaking of the group “America”…how about the lyrics to “Ventura Highway”? “alligator lizards in the air, in the air…”?
Oh well, I still love that crazy song!
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Polaris
Guest
America? America! noooooooooooooo
Muskrat Susie and Muskrat Sal
Its in my head and it wont stop.
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kimaz
Guest
I’m gonna go with “Lookin Out My Back Door” by CCR (Credence Clearwater Revival for those of you who don’t know…which couldn’t possibly be anyone here, right?) It sounded esp. goofy to me when I heard it when I was a little kid. At least they actually give you fair warning in the first verse though.
*Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I’m singin’,
CHORUS:
Doo, doo, doo, Lookin’ out my back door.
There’s a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearin’ high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list’ning to Buck Owens.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won’t you take a ride on the flyin’ spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond’rous apparition provided by magician.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won’t you take a ride on the flyin’ spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS *
*Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I’m singin’,
CHORUS:
Doo, doo, doo, Lookin’ out my back door.
There’s a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearin’ high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list’ning to Buck Owens.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won’t you take a ride on the flyin’ spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond’rous apparition provided by magician.
CHORUS
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won’t you take a ride on the flyin’ spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows.
CHORUS *
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Phillipos
Guest
Their is a Christian rock group called Mewithoutyou and their pretty different, lol.
In their song 1979 speaking of Christ and his love, “Your love covers me like a 10 car highway crash…”
What in the world???
In their song 1979 speaking of Christ and his love, “Your love covers me like a 10 car highway crash…”
What in the world???
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cthulhubryan
Guest
Perhaps not so abstract, but Wrapped Around Your Finger by The Police
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the scylla and charibdes
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they wouldn’t teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold
Turned into a shining band of gold
I’ll be wrapped around your finger
I’ll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
But I know what you’re up to just the same
I will listen hard to your tuition
And you will see it come to it’s fruition
I’ll be wrapped around your finger
I’ll be wrapped around your finger
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you’ll never find me
I will turn your face to alabaster
Then you will find your servant is your master
And you’ll be wrapped around my finger
You’ll be wrapped around your finger
You’ll be wrapped around your finger
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the scylla and charibdes
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they wouldn’t teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold
Turned into a shining band of gold
I’ll be wrapped around your finger
I’ll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
But I know what you’re up to just the same
I will listen hard to your tuition
And you will see it come to it’s fruition
I’ll be wrapped around your finger
I’ll be wrapped around your finger
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you’ll never find me
I will turn your face to alabaster
Then you will find your servant is your master
And you’ll be wrapped around my finger
You’ll be wrapped around your finger
You’ll be wrapped around your finger
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cthulhubryan
Guest
Or one of the most depressing and abstract songs ever. The End by The Doors
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
In a…desperate land
Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
[removed foul oedipal section]
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
In a…desperate land
Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
[removed foul oedipal section]
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bella_mama
Guest
Gee thanks! Now I’ve got the Captain and Tennille version in my head and visions of them with those obnoxious bulldogs on their laps while they sing…I’m 39 years old, but recently had the pleasure of seeing a bit of that perfromance from a TimeLife ad for 70’s music on TV…oh please, make it go away!America? America! noooooooooooooo
Muskrat Susie and Muskrat Sal
Its in my head and it wont stop.
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mystified
Guest
“On the Wings of a Dove”
“Great Speckled Bird”
“The Twelve Days of Christmas”
“Great Speckled Bird”
“The Twelve Days of Christmas”
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Gardenman
Guest
MacArthurs Park (sp?) has always made me wonder what it’s all about…then someone told me it’s about abortion. I guess it’s all what you read into something.
I recently heard that there is an actual term used for that “condition” when you can’t get a song out of your head…and you keep hearing it in your brain…to the point where it can drive you crazy.
It’s called “Involuntary Musical Imagery” and also called “Earworms”.
I don’t know how to post “links”, so just Google the above terms and you’ll find info. on them !
I recently heard that there is an actual term used for that “condition” when you can’t get a song out of your head…and you keep hearing it in your brain…to the point where it can drive you crazy.
It’s called “Involuntary Musical Imagery” and also called “Earworms”.
I don’t know how to post “links”, so just Google the above terms and you’ll find info. on them !
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Ne_OrangeKnight
Guest
Bismillah is an Arabic word, perhaps translated as “in the name of God.”
Scaramouche (a.k.a. Scaramuccia - literally ‘skirmish’ in Italian) was a character in 17th century Italian farce, a boastful coward.
Now, that might not make things a lot more sensical, but still, there you have it.
Sam, the Neon Orange Knight
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Ilroy
Guest
mystified said:
Nothing strange about this one…rather practical in my estimation:
On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a beer in a tree.
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 2 turtle necks and a beer in a tree.
On the 3rd day of Chrismas my true love gave to me, 3 french toasts, two turtle necks and a beer in a tree.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 4 pounds of back bacon, 3 french toasts, 2 turtle necks and a beer in a tree.
On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, fiiiiive golden tukes, 4 pounds of back bacon, 3 french toasts, 2 turtle necks and a beer in a tree.
and it goes on from there…some of you may recognize the origin of the slightly altered lyrics…
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Galnextdoor
Guest
I had a brother-in-law who played that song all the time. I thought I just didn’t understand the words.
I looked up the lyrics one time and thought it was written in another language.
One song I never quite figured out was People are strange by the Doors.
What about the Coconut by Harry Nihlls
You put the lime in the coconut.
and you drink it all up.
Another one is The Lion Sleeps Tonight. I never understood that song at all.
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Ilroy
Guest
And this thread would not be complete without SOMETHING from Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention…
how bout “Excentrifugal Forz”…
or maybe “Montana”
Or really, just about anything he wrote…and the strange part is, from all reports I’ve read, he didn’t use any “substances” to come up with this stuff…
how bout “Excentrifugal Forz”…
or maybe “Montana”
Or really, just about anything he wrote…and the strange part is, from all reports I’ve read, he didn’t use any “substances” to come up with this stuff…
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Mrs_V
Guest
Passing Afternoon by Iron & Wine
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she’s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let’s them go at last
And she’s chosen where to be, though she’s lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can’t recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I’d never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she’ll sit and think of me
But she’ll mend his tattered clothes and they’ll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she’s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let’s them go at last
And she’s chosen where to be, though she’s lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can’t recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I’d never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she’ll sit and think of me
But she’ll mend his tattered clothes and they’ll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
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Setlew
Guest
Most of Yes’ stuff pre or post-80’s has strange or abstract lyrics…there’s certain general themes you can pick up on which carry across most of the songs (since Jon Anderson, lead singer, was/is the primary lyricist for the group), but a lot of the lyrics are (at first) really obscure.
Examples:
(1) Heart of the Sunrise, from the Fragile album:
Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided…
Straight light moving and removing
Sharpness of the colour sun shine
Straight light searching all the meanings
Of the song
Long last treatment of the telling that
Relates to all the words sung
Dreamer easy in the chair that really fits
You
Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp distance
How can the sun with its arms all around me
Sharp-distance
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city…
(2) And You and I, from the Close to the Edge album:
A man conceived a moments answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Excellent songs regardless of, or in cases because of, the lyrical obscurities.
Examples:
(1) Heart of the Sunrise, from the Fragile album:
Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided…
Straight light moving and removing
Sharpness of the colour sun shine
Straight light searching all the meanings
Of the song
Long last treatment of the telling that
Relates to all the words sung
Dreamer easy in the chair that really fits
You
Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sharp distance
How can the sun with its arms all around me
Sharp-distance
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city…
(2) And You and I, from the Close to the Edge album:
A man conceived a moments answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Excellent songs regardless of, or in cases because of, the lyrical obscurities.
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Gardenman
Guest
As far as “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” is concerned, I had a professor who said the song is a metaphor for a insatiable husband telling his wife that she get’s the night “off” from his “needs”.
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