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  1. #76
    I love the lyrics to Elvis Costello's "Beyond Belief"



    Beyond Belief

    By Elvis Costello, Elvis Costello & The Attractions & Jimmy Cliff

    History repeats the old conceits
    The glib replies the same defeats
    Keep your finger on important issues
    With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues

    I'm just the oily slick
    On the windup world of the nervous tick
    In a very fashionable hovel

    I hang around dying to be tortured
    You'll never be alone in the bone orchard
    This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel

    So in this almost empty gin palace
    Through a two-way looking glass
    You see your Alice

    You know she has no sense
    For all your jealousy
    In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

    Charged with insults and flattery
    Her body moves with malice
    Do you have to be so cruel to be callous

    And now you find you fit this identikit completely
    You say you have no secrets
    And then leave discreetly

    I might make it California's fault
    Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
    Just like the canals of mars and the great barrier reef
    I come to you beyond belief

    My hands were clammy and cunning
    She's been suitably stunning
    But I know there's not a hope in Hades
    All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
    So-called gentlemen and ladies
    Dog fight like rose and thistle

    I've got a feeling
    I'm going to get a lot of grief
    Once this seemed so appealing
    Now I am beyond belief
    I'm not lazy. I just work so fast I'm always done.

  2. #77
    And Kate Bush, The Sensual World

    Then I'd taken the kiss of seedcake back from his mouth
    Going deep South, go down, mmh, yes,
    Took six big wheels and rolled our bodies
    Off of Howth Head and into the flesh, mmh, yes,

    He said I was a flower of the mountain, yes,
    But now I've powers o'er a woman's body, yes.

    Stepping out of the page into the sensual world.
    Stepping out...

    To where the water and the earth caress
    And the down of a peach says mmh, yes,
    Do I look for those millionaires
    Like a Machiavellian girl would
    When I could wear a sunset? mmh, yes,

    And how we'd wished to live in the sensual world
    You don't need words--just one kiss, then another.

    Stepping out of the page into the sensual world
    Stepping out, off the page, into the sensual world.

    And then our arrows of desire rewrite the speech, mmh, yes,
    And then he whispered would I, mmh, yes,
    Be safe, mmh, yes, from mountain flowers?
    And at first with the charm around him, mmh, yes,
    He loosened it so if it slipped between my breasts
    He'd rescue it, mmh, yes,
    And his spark took life in my hand and, mmh, yes,
    I said, mmh, yes,
    But not yet, mmh, yes,
    Mmh, yes.
    I'm not lazy. I just work so fast I'm always done.

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    Ten little Indians by Harry Nilsson

    Ten little Indians standing in a line
    One stood looking at another man's wife
    Then there were nine

    Nine little Indians
    Their hearts were full of hate
    One took another's goods
    Then there were eight

    Eight little Indians
    They just got down from Heaven
    One told a lie about another's best friend
    Then there were seven

    Seven little Indians
    All trying to get their kicks
    One thought he'd found another way
    To get to Heaven, then there were six

    Six little Indians
    All trying to stay alive
    One took another's life
    Then there were five

    Five little Indians
    All trying to find the door
    One pulled his mother down
    Then there were four

    Four little Indians
    All thinking that they gotta be free
    One little Indian forgot to say his prayers
    Then there were three

    Three little Indians
    Deciding what they're gonna have to do
    One took the name of God in vain
    Then there were two

    Two little Indians
    Thinking that they oughta have some fun
    One took a liking to a picture of himself
    Then there was one

    One little Indian
    Out looking for the sun
    At six o'clock, the moon came out
    Then there was none
    To be or not to be? That is the point. - Harry Nilsson.

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    The Wind by Cat Stevens

    I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul
    Where I'll end up, well I think only God really knows
    I've sat upon the setting sun...
    But never, never, never, never
    I never wanted water once
    No never, never, never

    I listen to my words but they fall far below
    I let my music take me where my heart wants to go
    I swam upon the Devil's lake...
    But never, never, never, never
    I'll never make the same mistake
    No - never, never, never
    "Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth. ". Ludwig van Beethoven

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    Hubert Parry - Jerusalem (lyrics by William Blake)
    "Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth. ". Ludwig van Beethoven

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    "A Farewell To Kings"

    When they turn the pages of history
    When these days have passed long ago
    Will they read of us with sadness
    For the seeds that we let grow?
    We turned our gaze
    From the castles in the distance
    Eyes cast down
    On the path of least resistance

    Cities full of hatred, fear and lies
    Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
    Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
    Beating down the multitude and
    Scoffing at the wise

    The hypocrites are slandering
    The sacred Halls of Truth
    Ancient nobles showering
    Their bitterness on youth
    Can't we find the minds that made us strong?
    Can't we learn to feel what's right
    And what's wrong?
    What's wrong?

    Cities full of hatred, fear and lies
    Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
    Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
    Beating down the multitude and
    Scoffing at the wise
    Can't we raise our eyes and make a start?
    Can't we find the minds to lead us
    Closer to the heart?
    "The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you got to load or unload go to the White Zone!"

  7. #82
    You walk down the street and all the young punks whistle at you
    A nice bit of old just goes to show
    What you can achieve with the right attitude
    As you pass them by they whisper
    Their remarks one to another and you give them the eye
    Even that you know that you could be their mother

    --Ray Davies, "Don't Forget to Dance"
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    At age 60 (well, 61 then) I am so grateful that I am still discovering things

    Words and music by Leon Russell
    'Song For You' sung by the incomparable Karen Carpenter

    I love you in a place where there's no space or time.
    I love you for in my life;you are a friend of mine.

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    "Subdivisions" by Rush

    Sprawling on the fringes of the city
    In geometric order
    An insulated border
    In between the bright lights
    And the far unlit unknown*

    Growing up it all seems so one-sided
    Opinions all provided
    The future pre-decided
    Detached and subdivided
    In the mass production zone*

    Nowhere is the dreamer
    Or the misfit so alone*

    Subdivisions
    In the high school halls
    In the shopping malls
    Conform or be cast out
    Subdivisions*
    In the basement bars
    In the backs of cars
    Be cool or be cast out
    Any escape might help to smooth
    The unattractive truth
    But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
    The restless dreams of youth*

    Drawn like moths we drift into the city
    The timeless old attraction
    Cruising for the action
    Lit up like a firefly
    Just to feel the living night*

    Some will sell their dreams for small desires
    Or lose the race to rats
    Get caught in ticking traps
    And start to dream of somewhere
    To relax their restless flight*

    Somewhere out of a memory
    Of lighted streets on quiet nights




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  10. #85
    Well, someone should quote Leonard Cohen at this point:

    There is a crack, a crack in everything.
    That's how the light gets in.

    "Anthem"
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    These lyrics are to die for not because they are poignant or heartfelt or profound etc.

    They are to die for because of the f*****g genius way in which the lyrics are used. If there's another song that has ever been written like this I don't know about it.

    The song is "Maybe The People Would Be The Times Or Between Clark & Hilldale" by Love.

    Lyrics reprinted below. The first word in the 2nd and all subsequent verses is the word that should have ended the preceding verse. The very first time you listen to it is a WTF moment. Genius.

    Lyrics to "Maybe The People"

    What is happening and how have you been
    Gotta go but I'll see you again
    And oh, the music is so loud
    And then I fade into the

    Crowds of people standing everywhere
    'Cross the street I'm at this laugh affair
    And here they always play my songs
    And me, I wonder if it's

    Wrong or right they come here just the same
    Telling everyone about their games
    And if you think it obsolete
    Then you go back across the street
    Yeah, street, hey hey

    When I leave now don't you weep for me
    I'll be back, just save a seat for me
    But if you just can't make the room
    Look up and see me on the

    Moon's a common scene around my town
    Here where everyone is painted brown
    And if we feel that's not the way
    Let's go paint everybody gray
    Yeah, gray, yeah

    https://youtu.be/PkbVosJFkpg
    "My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician, and to tell the truth, there's hardly any difference"

    President Harry S. Truman

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