The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart
Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart
You go around, tellin' lies, and now you wanna compromise
Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart
You better run, you better hide, you better leave from my side, yeah
Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart
You go around, tellin' lies, and now you wanna compromise
Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart
You better run, you better hide, you better leave from my side, yeah
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
You may be right
I may be crazy
Oh, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
I may be crazy
Oh, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim
A movement regained and regarded both the same
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim
A movement regained and regarded both the same
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
^ ^
Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
I can remember
You were no stranger
As you came to me
Dreamers walking
And in that moment
Between two worlds
I saw the furthest star
Exploding all around you
You were no stranger
As you came to me
Dreamers walking
And in that moment
Between two worlds
I saw the furthest star
Exploding all around you
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Escaping through the lily fields, I came across an empty space
It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began
There was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land
Coming, coming, coming around
Coming around, coming around, in a circle
It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began
There was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land
Coming, coming, coming around
Coming around, coming around, in a circle
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Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
No one I think is in my tree
I mean, it must be high or low
That is, you can't, you know, tune in but it's all right
That is, I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
I mean, it must be high or low
That is, you can't, you know, tune in but it's all right
That is, I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
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Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light?
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night
City of Night, City of Night
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light?
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night
City of Night, City of Night
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Guess who just got back today?
Them wild-eyed boys that'd been away
Haven't changed, had much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy
They were askin' if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
Told 'em you were livin' downtown
Drivin' all the old men crazy
Them wild-eyed boys that'd been away
Haven't changed, had much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy
They were askin' if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
Told 'em you were livin' downtown
Drivin' all the old men crazy
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
You better get back, honky cat
Living in the city ain't where it's at
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whiskey from a bottle of wine
Living in the city ain't where it's at
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whiskey from a bottle of wine
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I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show
I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go
Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller
That's what I am
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin'
Is all I understand
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show
I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go
Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller
That's what I am
Women, whiskey and miles of travelin'
Is all I understand
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
It's a dark and rainy night
But my engine's running right
And I hope to get to Memphis before dawn
Yeah and if I make it through
Gonna save what I have to
It ain't healthy running whiskey very long
But my engine's running right
And I hope to get to Memphis before dawn
Yeah and if I make it through
Gonna save what I have to
It ain't healthy running whiskey very long
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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Lonely is the night
When you find yourself alone
Your demons come to light
And your mind is not your own
Lonely is the night
When there's no one left to call
You feel the time is right
Say the writin's on the wall
When you find yourself alone
Your demons come to light
And your mind is not your own
Lonely is the night
When there's no one left to call
You feel the time is right
Say the writin's on the wall
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott
Re: The return of the Lyric Association Thread
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence."
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence."
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No time left to fuck around, my resume is due
My name is written in the sand alongside the likes of you
I got no time to hug the ground, discuss what might be true
At least you smoke my favorite brand, most good people do.
My name is written in the sand alongside the likes of you
I got no time to hug the ground, discuss what might be true
At least you smoke my favorite brand, most good people do.
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People
Keep on learnin'
Soldiers
Keep on warrin'
World
Keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long
Keep on learnin'
Soldiers
Keep on warrin'
World
Keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long
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Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
In memory of ChiefScott
In memory of ChiefScott