Song Lyrics Options

[angrezi]

"...the first three notes just happen to be, Do-Re-Mi.
Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti, oh let's see if I can make it easier
Doe, a deer, a female deer, Ray, a drop of golden rum
Me, a name I call myself, Lager, a long, long way to run
Sew, a needle pulling thread, La, a note to follow So
gin, a drink with jam and bread, that will bring us back to Do..."

[Kalisurfer]

Death Is Not The End

When you're sad and when you're lonely
And you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you held sacred
Falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When you're standing on the crossroads
That you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished
And you don't know what's up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When the storm clouds gather round you
And heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there's no-one there to comfort you
With a helping hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
For the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation
Up in dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
With the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
When you search in vain to find
Some law-abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end


Nick Cave
from the album Murder Ballads

[0Aran0]

Kalisurfer, 'Death Is Not The End' was written by Dylan. I've come across so many people who think it's a Nick Cave song; probably because he seldom does covers.


GOD IS ALIVE, MAGIC IS AFOOT


God is alive, magic is afoot
God is alive, magic is afoot
God is afoot, magic is alive
Alive is afoot,

magic never died God never sickened, Many poor men lied
Many sick men lied, Magic never weakened
Magic never hid, Magic always ruled
God is afoot,
God never died
God was ruler, though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened, Magic never fled.
Though his shrouds were hoisted. The naked God did live

Though his words were twisted the naked magic thrived
Though his death was published Round and round the world
The heart did not believe.
Many hurt men wondered. Many struck men bled.
Magic never faltered. Magic always lead.
Many stones were rolled but God would not lie down.
Many wild men lied. Many fat men listened
Though they offered stones. Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers God was always served
Magic is afoot, God is alive. Alive is afoot
Alive is in command. Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived. Though they boasted
Solitude God was at their side.
Nor the dreamer in his cell Nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive. Though his death was pardoned
Round and round the world the heart would not believe.
Though laws were carved in marble they could not shelter men.
Though altars built in parliaments they could not order men.
Police arrested magic and magic went with them for magic loves the hungry.
But magic would not tarry. It moves from arm to arm
It would not stay with them: Magic is afoot
It cannot come to harm. It rests in an empty palm
It spawns in an empty mind. But magic is no instrument
Magic is the end. Many men drove magic but magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied. They only passed through magic and out the other side.
Many weak men lied. They came to God in secret and though they left
Him nourished they would not tell who healed.
Though mountains danced before them they said that God was dead.
Though his shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live.
This I mean to whisper to my mind. This I mean to laugh within my mind.
This I mean my mind to serve til' service is but magic.
Moving through the world, and mind itself is magic coursing through the flesh.
And flesh itself is magic dancing on a clock,
And time itself the magic length of God.

- Leonard Cohen

[Kalisurfer]

Kalisurfer, 'Death Is Not The End' was written by Dylan. I've come across so many people who think it's a Nick Cave song; probably because he seldom does covers.

Wow, a Dylan song, it is never too late to learn new things...thanks for the correction! I love Nick Cave's version of it (plus the whole album "Murder Ballads") but am now really interested to know when Dylan recorded it and what album?
Thanks

[0Aran0]

Kalisurfer, 'Death Is Not The End' was written by Dylan. I've come across so many people who think it's a Nick Cave song; probably because he seldom does covers.

Wow, a Dylan song, it is never too late to learn new things...thanks for the correction! I love Nick Cave's version of it (plus the whole album "Murder Ballads") but am now really interested to know when Dylan recorded it and what album?
Thanks

'Down in the Groove' 1988.

[0Aran0]

AMSTERDAM

Tonight Amsterdam there`s a dream washed ashore,
And it thinks it can place its trust in you, Amsterdam.
Tonight Amsterdam, a hope rests in you
Like the flag on the mast at the windless pier.
Tonight Amsterdam when the boozing tastes good
A boy falls on his head and dies.
It will be wet tonight in Amsterdam.
Unknown to anyone, a sailor is conceived.
Tonight , Amsterdam, there is fish-fat
on the sailor's shirt after the third portion,
Yes, and when a tooth tears a halibut apart,
The boy just thinks about the way his girl bites.
Everyone eats furiously, everything here smells of fish
And a double whiskey trickles over the table.
And things get pretty loud. Just outside in the night
The skin gets too tight. A trousers seam splits.

Tonight, Amsterdam, comes the fever that roars.
Then a dance where the bodies rub.
The accordian howls, the floor is too small,
All lust for the woman who moans in her loneliness.
Everyone grabs one and gropes, everyone leaves one and laughs,
When the man who is playing must rest.
You take your darling, that opulent thing,
to finish, back at your seat where your brandies are.

Tonight, Amsterdam, the brandy drives everyone mad,
And they drink until dawn. Fare thee well, Amsterdam!
And to you Reeperbahn, fare thee well. To the brothel in Marseille,
To the booze in Calais, to the flesh of today.
To the women of the world, that are there for your pleasure,
For whom the rich at least have the goodness to pay.
And the dream, Amsterdam, it fades, it knows what`s coming next;
How it always ends, and you`ll soon understand,
Just a lousy cheat once again.
Tonight, Amsterdam, Amsterdam, Amsterdam...

adaptation of a song by Jacques Brel

[Pentagram]

"...the first three notes just happen to be, Do-Re-Mi.
Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti, oh let's see if I can make it easier
Doe, a deer, a female deer, Ray, a drop of golden rum
Me, a name I call myself, Lager, a long, long way to run
Sew, a needle pulling thread, La, a note to follow So
gin, a drink with jam and bread, that will bring us back to Do..."

Excuse ignorance, but where is this from? I always wondered where Hawkwind got the album name Doremi Fasol Latido

Thanks

[Dhyana]

It's one way to refer to the notes in the basic musical scale (c-dur). The other one being c d e f g a h c. (There may be more.)

[angrezi]

"...the first three notes just happen to be, Do-Re-Mi.
Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti, oh let's see if I can make it easier
Doe, a deer, a female deer, Ray, a drop of golden rum
Me, a name I call myself, Lager, a long, long way to run
Sew, a needle pulling thread, La, a note to follow So
gin, a drink with jam and bread, that will bring us back to Do..."

Excuse ignorance, but where is this from? I always wondered where Hawkwind got the album name Doremi Fasol Latido

Thanks

these are scores from the greatest crappy movie of all time ,The Sound of Music

http://www.filmsite.org/soun.html

[Subhash]

And so with that I thought I'd take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate
The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk
I could see their frightened faces peering at me through the gate

I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
Time moved so rapidly I had no hope of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And I remembered other ones who had died from the lack of it


And in my best shoes I started falling forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd,
love followed just behind me, panting at my feet
As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud


Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
Searched through the pictures in a leather-bound book
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook

Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
It was a Good day and an Evil day and all was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most destruction was being done
By those who could not choose between the two


Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and c*nts
With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with the crumbs down their fronts


I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
The Magnolias, Camellias and Azaleas so sweet
I juststood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beautiful in the rising heat
I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement, the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down


These streets are frozen now. I come and go
Full of a longing for something I do not know
My father sits slumped in the deepening snow
As I search, in and out, above, about, below

Adapted, with a star instead of a letter and no chorus from Nick Cave's 'Darker with The Day' From the album 'no more shall we part', 2001

[Subhash]

The day the rain came down
(I remember) trains and boats and planes
and people from the past
always making promises you know things that'll never last
and fever broke when the storms took hold
and morale was at an all time low
and you were staying up 'till dawn reading Crowley and Allan Poe
and I was thinking back to the time when I was nine and
you were ten
you had a magic set that turned me into you then I said
hey the day the rain came down that's the day you weren't around
I was lost in the woods one time and the sky was losing light
I was brave and sixteen then I thought well hell I'll stay all night
I took the sun from the sky and held it in my arms for a souvenir
The sound of ringing bells awoke me as the dawn was drawing near
and you were standing there casting spells like they grow on trees
I've seen it all
and for your next trick maybe you could tell me who said
hey the day the rain came down

Laurence Hayward, Felt

[Adrija]

I Don't Wanna Grow Up

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wnna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

TOM WAITS

[0Aran0]

(More of an inspired manic rant than a 'song' - has to be heard to be truly appreciated.)


Babe, I'm On Fire

Father says it, mother says it
Sister says it, brother says it
Uncle says it, Auntie says it
Everyone at the party says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The horse says it, the pig says it
The judge in his wig says it
The fox and the rabbit
And the nun in her habit says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

My mate Bill Gates says it
The President of the United States says it
The slacker and the worker
The girl in her burqa says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The general with his tank says it
The man at the bank says it
The soldier with his rocket
And the mouse in my pocket says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The drug-addled wreck
With a needle in his neck says it
The drunk says it, punk says it
The brave Buddhist monk says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know
That you
And I
Can be
Together
Cause I love you

The blind referee says it
The unlucky amputee says it
The giant killer bee
Landing on my knee says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The cop with his breathalyser
The paddy with his fertiliser
The man in the basement
That's getting a taste for it says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The fucked-up Rastafarian says it
The dribbling libertarian says it
The sweet little Goth
With the ears of cloth says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe' I'm on fire

The cross-over country singer says it
The hump-backed bell ringer says it
The swinger, the flinger
The outraged right-winger says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The man going hiking says it
The misunderstood Viking says it
The man at the rodeo
And the lonely old Eskimo says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]

The mild little Christian says it
The wild Sonny Liston says it
The pimp and the gimp
And the guy with the limp says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The blind piano tuner says it
The Las Vegas crooner says it
The hooligan mooner
Holding a schooner says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The Chinese contortionist says it
The backyard abortionist says it
The poor Pakistani
With his lamb Bhirriani says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The hopeless defendant says it
The toilet attendant says it
The pornographer, the stenographer
The fashion photographer says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The college professor says it
The vicious cross-dresser says it
Grandma and Grandpa
In the back of the car says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]

The hack at the doorstep says it
The midwife with her forceps says it
The demented young lady
Who is roasting her baby
On the fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The athlete with his hernia says it
Picasso with his Guernica says it
My wife with her furniture
Everybody!
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The laughing hyena says it
The homesick polish cleaner says it
The man from the Klan
With a torch in his hand says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The Chinese herbologist says it
The Christian apologist says it
The dog and the frog
Sitting on a log says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The foxhunting toff says it
The horrible moth says it
The doomed homosexual
With the persistent cough says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]

The Papist with his soul says it
The rapist on a roll says it
Jack says it, Jill says it
As they roll down the hill
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The clever circus flea says it
The sailor on the sea says it
The man from the Daily Mail
With his dead refugee says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The hymen-busting Zulu says it
The proud kangaroo says it
The koala, the echidna
And the platypus too says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The disgraced country vicar says it
The crazed guitar picker says it
The beatnik, the peacenik
The apparachick says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The deranged midnight stalker says it
Garcia Lorca says it
The hit man, Walt Whitman
And the haliototic talker says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]

The wine taster with his nose says it
The fireman with his hose says it
The pedestrian, the equestrian
The tap-dancer with his toes says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The beast in the beauty pageant
The pimply real estate agent
The beach-comber, the roamer
The girl in a coma says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The old rock'n'roller
With his two-seater stroller
And the fan in the van
With the abominable plan says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The menstruating Jewess says it
The nervous stewardess says it
The hijacker, the backpacker
The cunning safecracker says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The sports commentator says it
The old alligator says it
The tennis pro with his racquet
The loon in the straight jacket
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]

The butcher with his cleaver says it
The mad basket weaver says it
The jaded boxing writer
And the glass-jawed fighter says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The old town cryer says it
The inveterate liar says it
The pilchard, the bream
And the trout in the stream
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The war correspondent says it
The enthused and the despondent says it
The electrician, the mortician
And the man going fishin' says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The cattleman from Down Under says it
The patriot with his plunder says it
Watching a boat of full of refugees
Sinking into the sea
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The silicone junky says it
The corporate flunky says it
The Italian designer
With his rickshaw in China says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]

The trucker with his juggernaut says it
The lost astronaut says it
The share cropper, the bent copper
The compulsive shopper says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The Viennese vampire says it
The cowboy round his campfire says it
The game show panellist
The Jungian analyst says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

Warren says it, Blixa says it
The lighting guy and mixer says it
Mick says it, Marty says it
Everyone at the party says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on Fire

The hairy arachnophobic says it
The scary agoraphobic says it
The mother, the brother
And the decomposing lover says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]


- Nick Cave

(from the album 'Nocturama')

[Pentagram]

I may need to check Nick Cave out again. I saw him with The Birthday Party and simply could not get into his solo stuff. Saw him many years ago in Kentish Town I think and felt bored. Now, as I get tolder, Ilisten to the words and talent more.

[Subhash]

Double Feature

Close comes the winter
Summer is no longer
and things, they seem much bleaker
we'll see a Catherine Deneuve double feature
and our lives will fade as in darkness we will bathe

And our lives will fade as in darkness we will bathe
(double feature, you will survive
last forever so rest your eyes
play with words when we cannot sing
this double feature means everything)

By a Glasgow band called Camera Obscura, who sound like early Belle and Sebastian with female lead vocals.)

[0Aran0]

Subhash,
how on earth did you get to hear of 'Camera Obscura', they're hardly famous outside of Scotland ?
They all work in local record shops and what not...
Belle and Sebastian seem to be moving more into the mainstream these-a-days - which is shameful.
Here's a picture of Camera Obscura (cheerful Glasgow people).

[Subhash]

Hey Aran, had no idea there were so many members- no wonder they need 9-5 jobs. I went to Uni in the North of Scotland for a couple of years ya wee lowland scamp. I think it's better they don't get too famous. Yeah Belle and Sebastian have become very overproduced and commercial, but what's worse is the deterioration of their lyrics- it's like Woody Allen- in the begginning his films were warm and spontaenous because they were about his life, but now there's none of that intimacy, because he's become caught up in being a filmaker as his life, a cheesy awareness of what's expected.

Camera Obscura were big favourites of the legendary John Peel as well, and how can you argue with that.

Camera obscura songs on American Radio.

P.S. there's also an awful american emorock band of the same name- beware

[evakurvan]

talking about scotland i am out to redeem myself ever since i made fun of scottish irish kilts, celtic tattos, and the faerie queene in other threads, so here is my tribute to cheerful scottish people, even with kilts.



they do look cheerful, don't they? these people in the picture are from the group arab strap, from the barren scottish town, falkirk. i was once trying to get cheap tickets for their show, standing outside, when i saw this man who looked out of place, he was old and not wearing an emo uniform. So i figured he is probably a scalper so i asked for tickets. he said sorry it is sold out. i said "oh no!" really i was not there for arab strap but for the 2 other groups. This person then all of a sudden said, ok wait, what is your name, and me and my friend were allowed in. There we were, hi fiving eachother for the lucky break, not sure of what just happened, when before we know it, that same man is on the stage performing. it turns out this was a member in that group arab strap and i did not even know it. What a nice man to do that even though he knows i mistook him for a bandit-scalper. You would think he would be insulted that I don't even recognize the person whose show I am apparently struggling to see. so yes it is true even though celtic tatoos are dorky here is one reason to dig the scottish people.

[evakurvan]

i stopped paying attention to belle and sebastian after "if you are feeling sinister," out of my own musical whims, so it is good to hear they got bad after that and i did not miss anything. though i do like some songs that came out after that, that i heard by chance, for example piazza new york catcher.

"How many nights of talking in motel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?"

one thing i noticed in belle and sebastian is this fixation on saddest books and saddest songs

that same song continues:

"We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read
It always makes you cry"

then in another song:

"judy wrote the saddest song...

judy where did you go wrong?
you used to make me smile when i was down."

then in another song:

"all that i wanted is to sing the saddest song and if you would sing along i would be happy now."

This is off the top of my head but this repeats elsewhere too in less obvious ways, throughout their songs. I sort of like it.

---------------

"He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for
a doorway back into the life he wants..."

[Subhash]

double post