"You walk down Alameda shuffling your deck of trick cards, over everyone. Like some precious, only Son- Face down, bowing to the champion." --Elliott Smith, LP Either/Or
Rainer Maria Rilke was born in Prague and wrote in German. It is indeed a quote from Rilke, you got that part right. One of my favorite writers - his letters are quite beautiful.
I had one that was brought to mind just the other day; a line from an XTC song:
I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no I say it really doesn't matter where I put my finger Someone else will come along and move it And it's always been the same It's just a complicated game
03-07-04: Woodman From Ray Wylie Hubbard's The Messenger: "Our fears are like dragons guarding our most precious treasures." (And he's quoting the French poet Relke)
Also, from Sheryl Crow, "If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone"
"Who the hell you calling crazy? You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson was eating Fruit Loops on your front porch..." from Suicidal Tendencies' song 'You Can't Bring Me Down' off of their 'Lights...Camera...Revolution!' album
Sit by my side, come as close as the air, Share in a memory of gray; And wander in my words, dream about the pictures That I play of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall To brown and to yellow they fade. And then they have to die, trapped within the circle time parade of changes.
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind, Visions of shadows that shine. 'Til one day I returned and found they were the Victims of the vines of changes.
The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark Swings through a hollow of haze, A race around the stars, a journey through The universe ablaze with changes.
Moments of magic will glow in the night All fears of the forest are gone But when the morning breaks they're swept away by Golden drops of dawn, of changes.
Passions will part to a strange melody. As fires will sometimes burn cold. Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver strings of souls, of changes.
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else, One last cup of wine we will pour And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on the rolling river shores of changes.
The town pumps on the edge of town The whores call his name when he comes around three sheets to the wind like a millionaire Crawls home on his hands and knees To three hungry mouths to feed Their bellies as empty as the Frigidaire
The continents and the seven oceans bound the range of my emotions My time is long but not forever My moods are the changing wind and weather -
From "Higherbound"
I'm easy to love but I'm harder to hold
From "Lonesome and a Long, Long Way From Home"
There is light at the end of the road I am told, peace in the valley and a city of gold I must be facing backwards because all I can see is a storm-black rain cloud falling on me
From "The Pan Within"
Put your face to my window, breathe a night full of treasure The wind is delicious, sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure The stars are alive and nights like these were born to be sanctified by you and me, lovers, thieves, fools and pretenders
Saki70, "Signs" by 5 Man Electric Band, Great tune!
"Said hey there Mister can't you read, you got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat. (I think the rest goes) , " You can't eat no you can't sleep , you aint supposed to be. And the sign said got to have a membership card to get inside".
Ten hundred books could I write you about her Cause I felt if I could know her I would know all women And they've not been any too well known For brains and planning and organized thinking But I'm sure the women are equal And they may be ahead of the men
Yet I wouldn't spread such a rumor around Cause one organizes the other And sometimes the most lost and wasted Attract the most balanced and sane And the wild and the reckless take up With the clocked and the timed And the mixture is all of us And we're still mixing
But never never never Never could have it been done If the women hadn't entered into the deal Like she came along to me
And all creeds and kinds and colors Of us are blending Till I suppose ten million years from now We'll all be just alike Same color, same size, working together And maybe we'll have all of the fascists Out of the way by then Maybe so
But never never never Never could have it been done If the women hadn't entered into the deal Like she came along to me
"the sign said HELP WANTED - NO LONG HAIRS NEED APPLY . So I tucked my hair up under my hat and went in to ask him why . He said you look like a fine upstanding young man , I think you'll do ! So I took off my hat and said imagine that , me working for you !"
" Got sick of my job, sick of my wife, sick of my future and sick of my life. Jumped in the car and hit the gas , told everybody they can kiss my ___"
I only quoted a short bit from the following song (actually, largely spoken word) in a previous contribution to this thread, but given this recent Glen Frey lyric (the subject is identical); in case you've never heard it, Ozzy, thought you may enjoy the entire verse, from Tom Waits...Frank's Wild Years:
Tom gives a real deadpan delivery on this song:
Frank settled down in the Valley, and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead.
He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15 1/4% and put a down payment on a little two bedroom place.
His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash Made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.
They had a thoroughly modern kitchen; self-cleaning oven (the whole bit) Frank drove a little sedan. They were so happy.
One night Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store, picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouths. Drank 'em in the car on his way to the Shell station; he got a gallon of gas in a can.
Drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it. Parked across the street laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red.
Frank put on a top forty station, got on the Hollywood Freeway headed North.
" Got sick of my job, sick of my wife, sick of my future and sick of my life. Jumped in the car and hit the gas , told everybody they can kiss my ___" Glen Frey from No fun aloud CD, the song is Party Town.
"This is the night of the expanding man. I take one last drag as I approach the stand. I cried when I wrote this song; sue me if I play too long. This brother is free, I'll be what I want to be."
DOH! I should have looked a little farther, HERE's the thread where my .02 counts. "And the 3 men I admire most, the father, son and the holy ghost. Well they caught the last train for the coast, the day the music died. And there were singin' ...."
Johnny Standley with Horace Heidt & His Musical Knights - 1952
I have a message for you, a very sad message! My subject for this evening will be Little Bo Peep.
It says here, "Little Bo Peep", who was a little girl, "has lost her sheep, and doesn't know where to find them". Now that's reasonable, isn't it? It's, it's reasonable to assume if Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep, it's only natural that she wouldn't know where to find them. That, that basically is reasonable, but, uh, "leave them alone". Now that overwhelms me completely overwhelms me. The man said she lost her sheep, turns right around and boldly states, "She doesn't know where to find them". And then has the stupid audacity to say, "Leave them alone!" Now! Now, now think for a moment! Think! If the sheep were lost, and you couldn't find them, you'd have to leave them alone, wouldn't you? So, "Leave them alone". "Leave them alone". It's in the book!
"Leave them alone and they", they being the sheep, "they will come home". Ah yes, they'll come home. Oh, there'll be a brighter day tomorrow, they will come home! It's in the book.
"They will come home a-waggin' their tails". Pray tell me what else could they wag? "They will come home a-waggin' their tails behind them, behind them!" Did we think they'd wag them in front? Of course, they might have come home in reverse. They could have done that, I really don't know. But, none the less, it's in the book.
So now if you will, kindly pick up your books, and turn to page 222. We'll ask you all to sing. You'll find your books on the backs of your seats. Are we ready?
Everyone, 222. Let's really enjoy ourselves, let's live it up. All together.
Do you remember grandma's lye soap? Good for everything in the home And the secret was in the scrubbing It wouldn't suds and couldn't foam
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap Used for, for everything, everything on the place For pots and kettles, the dirty dishes And for your hands and for your face
So we'll now sing the second verse. Let's get it with great exuberance, let's live it up. It's not raining inside tonight. Everyone, let's have a happy time. Are we ready? All together, the second verse.
Little Herman and brother Thurman Had an aversion to washing their ears Grandma scrubbed them with the lye soap And they haven't heard a word in years
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap Sing all out, all over the place For pots and kettles, the dirty dishes And for your hands and for your face
Well, let's sing what's left of the last verse. Let's have a happy time, everyone. The last verse, all together. Everyone!
Mrs. O'Malley, out in the valley Suffered from Ulcers, I understand She swallowed a cake of grandma's lye soap Has the cleanest ulcers in the land
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap Sing right out, all over the place The pots and, the pots and pans, oh dirty dishes And for your hands and for your face
Dave's True Story "Can't Get You Out Of My System:"
"Who would have thought I would come to such grief Over some little bucket of tease? Just goes to prove my most fervent belief That love's still the cruelest venereal disease."
Actually, I think DTS has some of the most consistently interesting lyrics around.
yOU GOT A MISSION IN LIFE TO HOLD OUT YOUR HAND TO HELP THE OTHER GUY OUT HELP YOUR FELLOW MAN THAT'S WHY I OWN THIS HERE BAR THERE THIRSTY OUTSIDE I GIVE 'EM OCEANS TO DRINK THEN THEY DROWN IN THE TIDE ...THEY JUST DROWN IN THE TIDE.
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