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What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like bothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone now
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God
He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend
He as hollow as I alone.
Pantera - Hollow
BTW Dimebag Darrel dead 3 years tomorrow
R.I.P 0 -
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And its so hard to choose, those were just the few I had word for word at the time
Yeah I'll go with anuthing by Tom Waits or Neil Young. Both amazing, Neil's particularly amazing live. I like Kentucky Avenure by Waits.
Eddie Grace's Buick got 4 bullet holes in the side
Charlie Delisle sittin' at the top of an avocado tree
Mrs Storm'll stab you with a steak knife if you step on her
Lawn
I got a half pack of Lucky Strikes man come along with me
Lets fill our pockets with macadamia nuts
Then go over to Bobby Goodmanson's
And jump off the roof
Hilda plays strip poker
And her mamas across the street
Joey Navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth
Dicky Faulkners got a switchblade
And some gooseneck risers
That eucalyptus is a hunchback
Theres a wind up from the south
Let me tie you up with kite string
And i'll show you the scabs on my knee
Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks
On and come along with me
Lets follow that fire track
I think your house is burnin down
The go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattle
Snakes with a trowel
We'll break all the windowa in the old anderson place
And steal a bunch of Boysenberrys
And smear em on our face
I'll get a dollar from my mamas purse
And buy that scull and crossbones ring
And you can wear it around your neck on an old piece of
String
Then we'll spit on Ronnie Arnold
And flip him the bird
And slash the tires on the school bus
Now don't say a word
I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm
And i'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the
Drugstore
Take the spokes from your wheelchair
And a magpies wings
And tie em to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad
And cut the braces off your legs
And we'll bury them tonight in the cornfield
Put a church keey in your pocket
We'll hop that freight train in the hall
And we'll slide down the drain all the way
To new orleans in the fall0 -
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Ahh Tom Waits' lyrics. He has a great way with words indeed. Romeo is bleeding would be a personal favourite of mine.
Great songwriter-
The GHosts of Saturday Night.
A cab combs the snake,
Tryin to rake in that last nights fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life
Like small change on strangers...
Paws his inside p-coat pocket
For a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with maxwell house eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
And the texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a ring and valve special...
Cryin "filler up and check that oil"
"you know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."
The early mornin final editions on the stands,
And that town cryers cryin there with nickels in his hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Eggs - roll em over and a package of kents,
Adam and eve on a log, you can sink em damn straight,
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I cant be late.
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Across a cash crop car lot
Filled with twilight coupe devilles,
Leaving the town in a-keeping
Of the one who is sweeping
Up the ghosts of saturday night...0 -
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Ah, the Springsteen game
"Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat" - Hard to be a Saint in the City
"And some kidnapped handicap was complaining he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night" - Blinded by the light
"Barefoot girl sittin' on the hood of a Dodge drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain" - Jungleland
I could go on, but would anyone care
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another one i like from mr bowie is
"wake up you sleepy heads, put on some clothes shake off your bed, put another log on the fire for me, i made some breakfast and coffee"
just like the idea of having breakfast with bowie as cool
or Ohio by Neil Young
"Tin soldiers and nixon's coming, were finally on our own"0 -
R.E.M.-Falls to Climb
"Gentleman, mark your opponents, fire into your own ranks
Pick the weakest as strategic, move square off to meet your enemy
For each and every gathering a scapegoat falls to climb
As I step forward, silently, deliberately mine"
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only one winner!
The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch. As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide `neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
This two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road,
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold, Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely and there's words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
you hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers and I'm pulling out of here to win.0 -
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