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you all play, whether it be at home, office, bar, rugby stadium....

Q: have you ever sung a lyric that just boggled your mind? good or bad, troubling, confusing, whatever. like the "panties" line in that prine song. i was playing along with the alanis morrisette song 'thank you, india', today before work. there's a line in there that says 'how about them transparent dangling carrots.' i thought ...what?!?!? where did that come from?

artists are a funny bunch. how bout you folks - any thoughts?

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Juno just between you and me I was working on something today along the lines of

 

"why did you have to leave on a Sunday,

it mucks (OK so change a letter)up next week too"

 

D'ya want a slice?

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"The summer had inhaled and held it's breath too long

the winter looked the same as if never had gone

and through an open window where no curtain hung

I saw you....coming back to me"

 

Or in fact any line from that song

 

Or in fact almost any line from any song on that album boggles my mind as did the substances around when I bought my original copy. Still has the rolling marks LOL

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I've been known to come up with some marginally sane comments or thoughts or theories in my day but I've never been one to write poetry or songs. I guess that side of my brain doesn't work well and is limited to aping others.

 

I don't do well with songs that have to be explained to me anyway. Books either. I took a class in high school that "explained" a lot of Steinbeck's novels..... "what was the author trying to say?" Bullcrap! I have a hard enough time deciphering Jesus' parables without making books and songs that are more cryptic than them.

 

Child of the sea

netted and sacrificed to the shredding monster

Squarely nestled 'twixt yeasted grain of wheat

Adorned with a crown of whipped egg and embalmed cucumber,

And don't forget...

une tranche de fromage américain!

 

That was Don McLean ordering a Filet 'o' Fish at McDonalds.

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" We had time and space and freedom, we had love and peace to spare,

Tho' we ran out of things to smoke and say and eat and wear.

The morning of the avalanche a Yeti kidnapped Blanche, and took her to his cave up in the Rockies."

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" We had time and space and freedom' date=' we had love and peace to spare,

Tho' we ran out of things to smoke and say and eat and wear.

The morning of the avalanche a Yeti kidnapped Blanche, and took her to his cave up in the Rockies."[/size']

 

Where you been Rabscuttle?

 

Been lurking without portfolio?

 

AS long as you are well bud!

 

Welcome back

 

and with such a pretty little girl on your arm too|

 

Corrrrr!

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I know

 

what about any Jim Morrison lyric, Ok except Hello I love you and Light my fire. if you want weird

 

"When the still sea conspires an amour

and her sullen and aborted currents breed tiny monsters

True sailing is dead

Awkard instance as the first animal is jettisoned

legs furiously pumping their stiff green gallop"

 

Horse Latitudes?

 

Sugar ah honey honey

you are my candy girl

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Almost too obvious, but I got my beatles song-book out and:

 

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.

I'm crying.

 

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.

Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday.

Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

 

Mister city policeman sitting

Pretty little policemen in a row.

See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how they run.

I'm crying, i'm crying.

I'm crying, i'm crying.

 

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.

Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,

Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

 

Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.

If the sun don't come, you get a tan

From standing in the english rain.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

 

Expert textpert choking smokers,

Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?

See how they smile like pigs in a sty,

See how they snide.

I'm crying.

 

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.

Elementary penguin singing hari krishna.

Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.

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Almost too obvious' date=' but I got my beatles song-book out and:

 

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You didn't need no songbook for that!

 

You have that scanned to your memory!

 

You like me and all others who survived the 60s.

 

Whatever they were!

 

Betcha know "The wind cries mary" too?

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i had a feeling 'walrus' would show up here. thanks guys. good show.

 

Well if you expected "walrus" you possibly also saw this coming

 

We skipped the light fandango

turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kinda seasick

but the crowd called out for more

The room was humming harder

as the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

the waiter brought a tray

 

And so it was that later

as the miller told his tale

that her face, at first just ghostly,

turned a whiter shade of pale

 

She said, 'There is no reason

and the truth is plain to see.'

But I wandered through my playing cards

and would not let her be

one of sixteen vestal virgins

who were leaving for the coast

and although my eyes were open

they might have just as well've been closed

 

She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'

though in truth we were at sea

so I took her by the looking glass

and forced her to agree

saying, 'You must be the mermaid

who took Neptune for a ride.'

But she smiled at me so sadly

that my anger straightway died

 

If music be the food of love

then laughter is its queen

and likewise if behind is in front

then dirt in truth is clean

My mouth by then like cardboard

seemed to slip straight through my head

So we crash-dived straightway quickly

and attacked the ocean bed

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Let's not forget Bruce.

 

 

Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat

In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat

With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round

With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground

Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot, snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands

And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand

And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand

And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, "Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band"

 

And she was blinded by the light

Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night

Blinded by the light

She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

 

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East

He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"

And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance

And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

 

Yeah, he was blinded by the light

Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night

Blinded by the light

He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

 

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes

She said, "I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break"

And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside

And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride

Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playin' backyard bombardier

Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, "Do what you like, but don't do it here"

Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground and asked him which was the way back home

He said, "Take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then, boy, you're on your own"

And now in Zanzibar, a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car, hummin' a lunar tune

Yes, and the avatar said, "Blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon"

And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night

Well, I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he'd be all right

 

He was just blinded by the light

Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night

Blinded by the light

Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun

Oh, but Mama, that's where the fun is

I was blinded

I was blinded

I was blinded

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Is it just me or do the PH and Boss lyrics quoted respectively by Johnt and gearbasher actually make sense. They look like they seriously should NOT make sense..... but you read them and the picture builds in your head and there is nothing wrong with it, it is 'just so'. Somehow it is a place you've been or a situation you know.

 

Maybe that is what true lyrical song writing is all about.

 

Or maybe we are all crazy.

 

Aaaah - who cares.

 

GREAT lyrics guys.

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blinded has always baffled me. it was definitely bruce as dylan. speaking of which, here's dewey cox as dylan...

 

Mailboxes drip like lampposts in the twisted birth canal of the coliseum

Rim job fairy teapots mask the temper tantrum

O' say can you see 'em

Stuffed cabbage is the darling of the Laundromat

'N the sorority mascot sat with the lumberjack

Pressing passing stinging half synthetic fabrication of his-- Time

The mouse with the overbite explained how the rabbits were ensnared

'N the skinny scanty sylph trashed the apothecary diplomat

Inside the three-eyed monkey within inches of his toaster oven life

 

 

In my mind

I'm half blind

My inner ref

Is mostly deaf

I'm smell impaired

If you cared

My sense of taste is wasted on the phosphorescent orange peels of San Francisco axe-encrusted frenzy

 

 

So let me touch you

Let me touch you

Let me touch you

Let me touch you

Where the Ro-yal Jelly gets made

 

 

Coleratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers

Hangers-on and fancy flingers

To the dress ball

Mushrooms and bowling pins

Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall

From Juvenile hall

We're so unlucky and stuff

Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough

Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline

Paul Bunyan and James Dean

 

 

Allegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry

And Shenandoah tapestries

Compared with good mahogany

Collapsing the undying postcard romance

With feline perspicacity

By the university

That night I held a paucity

Which you deemed common courtesy

I wasn't what you thought I'd be

I shouldn't have invited you to dance

 

 

In my tree

I'm halfway free

And in my chair

One quarter there

In my dream

One-sixteenth cream

In the coffee of the Courtier

Of the sycophant assistant to the king

 

 

So let me touch you

Let me touch you

Let me touch you

Let me touch you

Where the Ro----yal Jelly gets made

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Well if you expected "walrus" you possibly also saw this coming

 

We skipped the light fandango

turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kinda seasick

but the crowd called out for more

 

 

great scene at the end of the movie 'the commitments'. jimmy, while looking in the mirror, holding a hair brush like a microphone, pretending to interview himself....

jerry (imaginary interviewer): tell, me, jimmy, you've had quite a ride. if you could somehow sum it all up - what would you say?

jimmy: well, jerry. that's a good question. i think i'd sum it up this way

We skipped the light fandango

turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kinda seasick

but the crowd called out for more

jerry: that's very profound, jimmy. but tell me, what does it mean?

jimmy: i'm f***ed if i know, jerry.

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TWilson' date=' I didn't think anyone else in the world knew the "Colorado Fight Song". I've been singing it for years and it's a permanent part of my songbook. #-o [/quote']

 

Hey, Mike, I was wondering if you'd know that one!! I have the LP that it's on. (National Lampoon's "Lemmings")

" ...................................when blizzards snap the power lines and all the toilets freeze in December in the Colorado Rockies."

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Gearbasher- I think you have uncovered the only known photo of Winston Chrurchill where the cigar has slipped out from between his fingers!

Johnt- Great new logo. I think it's symbolic of your and Albertjohns' visit to Denmark St. where you were over-served by evil bartenders. It could even be one of you two redcoats visiting the colonies drinking from the nipples of our american hospitality. A couple of limey teat babies as it were!! ( Hi, I'm Bob and I'm your uncle!) Har de har har maties!!!

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Hey' date=' Mike, I was wondering if you'd know that one!! I have the LP that it's on. (National Lampoon's "Lemmings")

" ...................................when blizzards snap the power lines and all the toilets freeze in December in the Colorado Rockies." [/color']

Yep, you bet I know that one. I've been thinking about doing it for the Open Mic at one of the Homecomings, but something better seems to always come along. Maybe next year.

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Johnt- Great new logo. I think it's symbolic of your and Albertjohns' visit to Denmark St. where you were over-served by evil bartenders. It could even be one of you two redcoats visiting the colonies drinking from the nipples of our american hospitality. A couple of limey teat babies as it were!! ( Hi' date=' I'm Bob and I'm your uncle!) Har de har har maties!!![/color']

 

Why oh why did you have to put that picture in my head TW?

 

The only response I have is to reprise the song which AJ were chanting as the hand of a large man in a black shirt came down on our collars!

 

Just thinking about it---------------------------------------------------->

 

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant

Who was very rarely stable.

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar

Who could think you under the table.

 

David Hume could out-consume

Schopenhauer and Hegel,

 

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine

Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

 

There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya

'Bout the raising of the wrist.

Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

 

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,

On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.

 

Plato, they say, could stick it away--

Half a crate of whiskey every day.

 

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.

Hobbes was fond of his dram,

 

And Ren Descartes was a drunken fart.

'I drink, therefore I am.'

 

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,

A lovely little thinker,

But a bugger when he's pissed.

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