Inspired Lyrics

Littlebluestar

I can’t see anything you’ve done
Any reason for the trouble you’ve got
You haven’t hurt anyone
Compared to most i’d say thats saying quiet alot
I can’t help you when you’re sad
That’s a constant source of pain to me
Because i want to really bad
Even though you make it seem like nothing

Elliott at his best.

Also

I waited for a bus to separate the both of us
And take me off far away from you
Because my feelings never change a bit I always feel like s***
I don't know why I guess that I just do
You once talked to me about love
And you painted pictures of a Never Never land
And I could've gone to that place
But I didn't understand

Gut wrenching IMO

Bon Iver's great at it also. He captures something very raw and aching here I think...

I crouch like a crow
Contrasting the snow
For the agony I'd rather know
Cause blinded, I am, blindsided
Peek in...into the peer in
I'm not really like this...I'm probably plightless
I cup the window
I'm crippled and slow
For the agony I'd rather know.
Would you really rush out for me now

lordgoat

westdublin wrote: »

I’m not used coming through
More accustomed to a falling out
Trying hard now as i can for you
Not to **** up on some stupid doubt
You got your hopes set way up high
Way on up there where the air is thin
Limit’s supposed to be the sky
Trying not to let you down again

It’s starting to come to me
I didn’t know about, i hadn’t figured it out
But it’s starting to come to me now
A little bit too late

I can’t see anything you’ve done
Any reason for the trouble you’ve got
You haven’t hurt anyone
Compared to most i’d say thats saying quiet alot
I can’t help you when you’re sad
That’s a constant source of pain to me
Because i want to really bad
Even though you make it seem like nothing

It’s starting to come to me
Didn’t know about, i hadn’t figured it out
But it’s starting to come to me now
A little bit too late

http://yousetthescene.blogspot.com/2008/04/elliott-smith-come-to-me.html

For any ES fans that might not know the song. Also this guys blog is way too cool. Imagine seeing ES do kareoke?

Bon Iver is also the best thing i've heard in years. re:stacks et al

cautioner

Mistaken for Strangers by The National:

Well you wouldn't want an angel watching over,
Surprise, surprise, they wouldn't want to watch

Short and sweet. It always gets me.

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel

And one day we will die, and our ashes will fly,
From the aeroplane over the sea.
But for now, we are young, let us lay in the sun,
And count every beautiful thing we can see

PrivateEye

Now the Earth is a witch,and we still burn her
stripping her down with mining and the poison of our wars
Still to us the Earth is still a healer, a teacher and a Mother
a weaver of a web that keeps us all alive.
She gives us the wisdom to see through the chaos
she gives us the courage.... it is our will to survive.

Burning Times- Christy Moore.

Really strong CD. Not Christys originally. The album has covers of several artists on it (Morrissey for one) but this tune is the one he really grabs perfectly.

As for the lovely Regina Spektor

And people are just people,
They shouldn't make you nervous.
The world is everlasting,
It's coming and it's going.
If you don't toss your plastic,
The streets won't be so plastic.
And if you kiss somebody,
Then both of you'll get practice

Pen1987

Life is just a lie with an f in it
Only death is definite

Sage Francis - The Cure

Alsatian_Cousin

The Smiths

A rush and a push....

"HELLO
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
hung by his pretty white neck
some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
but I missed my bed
so I soon came home
they said:
"there's too much caffeine
in your blood stream
and a lack of real spice
in your life"
I said:
"leave me alone because I'm alright, dad
just surprised to still be on my own...."
Ooh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain again
"

Also:

Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
And I'll send you mine

Littlebluestar

PrivateEye wrote: »

Now the Earth is a witch,and we still burn her
stripping her down with mining and the poison of our wars
Still to us the Earth is still a healer, a teacher and a Mother
a weaver of a web that keeps us all alive.
She gives us the wisdom to see through the chaos
she gives us the courage.... it is our will to survive.

Burning Times- Christy Moore.

Really strong CD. Not Christys originally. The album has covers of several artists on it (Morrissey for one) but this tune is the one he really grabs perfectly.

As for the lovely Regina Spektor

That's great stuff from Regina. Which song/album is this do you know?

Birneybau

Inner City Pressure-Flight of the Conchords

"You know you're not working in High Finance,
Considering second hand underpants"

gustavo

The Hold Steady - Constructive Summer

Me and my friends are like the drums on "Lust for Life”
We pound it out on floor toms
Our psalms are sing-along songs

And this whole town is like this
Been that way our whole lives
Just work at the mill until you die
Work at the mill, and then you die

We’re gonna build something, this summer
We’re gonna build something, this summer
We’ll put it back together- raise up a giant ladder
With love, and trust, and friends, and hammers (This summer!)
We’re gonna lean this ladder up against the water tower
Climb up to the top, and drink and talk (This summer!)

Me and my friends are like “Double-whiskey-coke-no-ice.”
We drink along in double time; might drink too much, but we feel fine
We’re gonna build something, this summer.
Gonna build something, this summer.

This summer, grant us all the power to drink on top of water towers,
With love, and trust, and shows, all summer (Get hammered!)
Let this be my annual reminder that we can all be something bigger

I went to your schools, I did my detention
But the walls are so gray, I couldn’t pay attention
I heard your gospel- it moved me to tears,
But I couldn’t find the hate, and I couldn’t find the fear
I met your Savior, I knelt at his feet,
And he took my ten bucks, and he went down the street
I tried to believe all the things that you said,
But my friends that aren’t dying are already dead.

Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer
I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher
Getting older makes it harder to remember…we are our only saviors
We’re gonna build something, this summer

yevveh

Birneybau wrote: »

Inner City Pressure-Flight of the Conchords

"You know you're not working in High Finance,
Considering second hand underpants"

Check your mind, how'd it get so bad
What happened to those other underpants you had?

shenanigans1982

Alkaline Trio
Trouble Breathing

" Don't forget to let your life rot you inside out."

Alanis Morrissette
Perfect

"Some times it's never quite enough if you're flawless."

Alexisonfire
This Could be anywhere in the world

"Every step I take I leave a small piece of my self behind soon there will be nothing left."

Anti-Flag
I'd tell you but

"If this is what your freedom reaps keep it for your United States."

Bayside
(Pop)Ular Science

" We give in nightly to our addiction, a self inflicted public crucifiction."

Better quit on the B's before this gets too long.

eclectichoney

The national - baby we'll be fine

Just say something perfect, something I can steal
Say, look at me
Baby, we'll be fine
All we've gotta do is be brave and be kind

Kid V

There are so many but if i had to choose 3 they'd def be:

Street Spirit - Radiohead
"Immerse your soul in love"

The Golden Age - Beck
"Put your hands on the steering wheel,
and let the golden age begin"

Optimistic - Radiohead
"If you try the best you can,
if you try the best you can,
the best you can is good enough"

Amazotheamazing

gustavo wrote: »

The Hold Steady - Constructive Summer

Me and my friends are like the drums on "Lust for Life”

The Hold Steady have some great lyrics, love the middle eight from Navy Sheets.

Sunday morning, sidewalk splattered.
Feverish in stylish tatters,
didn’t this used to seem like glamour?
I remember when it mattered.
Can’t get over what’s transpired
left home virgins, came back vampires.
Belted out like backscratched choirs
we're either dead or really tired.

mehfesto2

...someone left a cake out in the rain.
I don't think that I can take it, 'cause it took too long to bake it
-and I'll never have that reciepe again...

Genius really.

But seriously "I don't want to change the world/I'm not looking for a new England/ Just lookin' for another girl" Billy Bragg, but Jamie T deliver's it better, imho.

Nailz

Queens Of The Stone Age - "Feel Good Hit Of The Summer"

Nicotine, valium, vicodin, marijuana, ecstasy and alcohol.
Cocaine!

the immortals

"dressed smart like a london bloke before he speak his suit bespoke" from the rap by kanye west in estelle's american boy

PrivateEye

Did I remember to stay up late
Drinking for the fun
Drinking for the taste
Did I run outside to kiss the rain
Under electrical skies
I'm dying tomorrow
This house, this street, Chicago
I'm dying tomorrow
Did I do it right

Alkaline Trio- I'm Dying Tomorrow.


They spread throughout the nation
They rode the railroad cars
Brought their songs and music
To ease their lonely hearts

Christy Moore/Luka Bloom- City Of Chicago.
I think it's a true immigrant song, regardless of where you may end up.


She became a magic mystery to me
And we'd sit together in double
History twice a week
And some days we'd walk the same way home
And it's surprising how quick
A little rain can clear the streets

Billy Bragg- The Saturday Boy.

lordgoat

the immortals wrote: »

"dressed smart like a london bloke before he speak his suit bespoke" from the rap by kanye west in estelle's american boy

Yeah great lyric there alright.

was this thread moved here from Alt/Indie?

Nailz

Happy Mondays - Holiday

Hold it here boy is that your bag
In a small sneak and you've just been had
Is that your scene bin, been what have I seen
Well take a seat, feet, get your feet a seat!

Frankie Lee

I can't believe there is nothing by Bob Dylan here
Sorry about the length of the song.

Its alright ma (i'm only bleedin)

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

ShoulderChip

ah who moved this on me?


ye people can't apreciate of Montreal

grumpytrousers

"You're the measure of my dreams"

Rainy Night in Soho

Sir Graball

Tom Waits-Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis

'Charlie I'm pregnant
and livin on 9th Street.
Above a dirty book store,
off Euclid Avenue'

Lou Reed - Dirty Boulevard

' No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawer, anything!
They just dream of dealing on the boulevard

Warren Zevon - Lawers,Guns and Money

'I went home with the waitress
the way I always do.
How was I to know she was with the Russians too'

Ah, other people's misery always makes me feel good.

grumpytrousers

s'funny you say that about Warren Zs lyric there - i don't think it's misery really. I agree it's a great lyric and as a 'BANG' open to a song, it's tip-top, but to be honest, any man who apparantly bags a waitress on any given night he's out ain't miserable. By the sounds of things, it was only a matter of time before he picked up a Russian spy...

Sir Graball

grumpytrousers wrote: »

s'funny you say that about Warren Zs lyric there - i don't think it's misery really. I agree it's a great lyric and as a 'BANG' open to a song, it's tip-top, but to be honest, any man who apparantly bags a waitress on any given night he's out ain't miserable. By the sounds of things, it was only a matter of time before he picked up a Russian spy...

Suppose so, but I think he was commenting on the ineptitude of the American Secret Service/CIA etc, not only fcuking the waitress but fcuking some other country as well. He was a great man for the metaphor was Warren, God rest him, and yeah he wrote some 'bang' openers!

Play it all night long
'Granpa's pi**ed his pants again, he don't give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn, he ain't been right since Vietnam';)

lordgoat

Not really a Dylan fan due to robbing lots of old folk songs and not giving them credit.

That said...

Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie is one of the most amazing pieces of writing i've read.

universalpi

ShoulderChip wrote: »

Post some lyrics that inspire you or mean something to you,

preferrably small segments of them or one liners,
and explain them if you wish.



Willie Mason - Oxygen
I know it sounds like a dream
But it's the only thing that can get me to sleep at night

Arcade Fire - Wake up
If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.

Of Montreal - suffer for Fashion
if we've got to burn out
let's do it together
let's all melt down together
together

YOU KNOW THEY REFUSED JESUS TOO!