Favourite song lyrics....

I love most of Bob Dylan's work, but if i had to pick one it would be 'desolation row'

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are just pretending to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody's either making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistle
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoon-feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom shouts to skinny girls
"Get Outta Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And 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

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

it's perfect =]

Corny I know, but it's still an awesome song.

Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye

Ooh, now let's get down tonight
Baby I'm hot just like an oven
I need some lovin'
And baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Sexual Healing baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that's good for me
Whenever blue tear drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up baby, and
Honey I know you'll be there to relieve me
The love you give to me will free me
If you don't know the things you're dealing
I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing
Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let's make love tonight
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, 'cause you do it right
Baby I got sick this morning
A sea was storming inside of me
Baby I think I'm capsizing
The waves are rising and rising
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us
Sexual Healing, baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that's good for me
And it's good for me and it's good to me
My baby ohhh
Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it
Honey, oh we're feeling fine
You're my medicine open up and let me in
Darling, you're so great
I can't wait for you to operate
I can't wait for you to operate
When I get this feeling, I need Sexual Healing...

I lvoe these lyrics namely because they're quite smart in execution. If you listen to the song, the entire thing is blatant sarcasm. It's a mockery of self-loathing - which I love.

I have taken the liberty of filtering out all the bullshit bits, like the chorus.

I fuckin' swear that I care
but its hard when you stare
into the bottom of a bottle
that is empty and bare
oh, my desolate soul
in my desolate home
it's my desolate role
yeah I'm here all alone
I can't think of a reason
to get the fuck out of bed
curtains closed, lights are off
Am I alive or dead?
I haven't shaved in a week
I always slur when I speak
tolerance at its peak
another fit just to sleep
oh woe is me, woe is me
I guess I need love.
hoes ya see hoes ya see
I'm just in a rut ,
and I swear I'm tryin baby please
Baby don't leave
god-damn I'm a fuck-up
But I guess that's just me
so I sit in my room
and I'll cry in my bed
thinkin about all the shit
that made me wrong in my head
I keep tryin to climb
but it seems so steep
pour myself a fuckin' whisky
and go back to sleep - bitch.


I watch my momma cry
she says 'baby why?'
I say 'baby died,
baby's gone rock-a-suicide
I don't think you'll see me soon, mom
stay out my room, mom
tell daddy that I hate
that mother fucker like you, mom
I sing this shit for you, Danny, Sasha and Jordan
her ears keep gettin warmer
everytime that I hold them
I pour this out for you
like a partner in crime
it's part of the times
when you're sick in the mind
yeah I'm sick, oh so sick
I'm so sick of this shit
Yeah I'm lit, oh so lit
I'm so fucked up off it
so I stumble around
til I stumble fall down
to this puddle of my tears
layin here on the ground

so when you bury me man
you better bury me deep
and sing along to this song
because you're broken like me.

The terrible grammar is courtesy of a lyrics website. A lot of the lyrics were wrong, anyway, so I had to edit them. Goddamn unreliable.

I have to pick one of many to choose from but this is so emotional . 'The Wind Cries Mary' by Jimi Hendrix
         After all the jacks are
         in their boxes
         and the clowns have all gone
         to bed
         you can hear happiness
         staggering on down the
         street        
         footprints dressed in red

         And the wind whispers Mary

         A broom is drearily sweeping
         all the broken pieces of yesterdays life
         somewhere a queen is weeping
         somewhere a king has no wife

         And the wind screams mary

         Will the wind ever remember
         the names it has blown
         in the past
         with its crutch its old age
         and its wisdom
         it whispers no this will be the
         last

         And the wind cries Mary

         The traffic lights
         turn on blue tomorrow
         and shine an emptiness
         down on my bed
         the tiny islands sag
         on down stream
         for the life that led them
         is dead

         And the wind whispers Mary        
                       

[quote]Highway62 said:
I love most of Bob Dylan's work, but if i had to pick one it would be 'desolation row'


Bob Dylan speaks volumes. My favourite:

Just Like A Woman.

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--

I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.

Oh, and Tangled up in Blue has to be mentioned somewhere, if only a fraction of it:

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

I have to agree on the Bob Dylan bit ha ha he's something else .Take its all right ma I'll only put down the start otherwise I'll be here forever .

Darkness at the break of noon
shadows even the silver spoon
the hand made blade
the childs balloon
eclipses both the sun and moon
you understand you know too
soon
theres no sense in trying

So don't fear
if you hear
a foreign sound
in your ear
its all right ma
I'm only sighing  

I have just noticed my Harper Collins Dylan Song Lyrics Paperback (1962-85)is looking very worn out - anyway, here's The Gates of Eden....

Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden

The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden

The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden

With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden

Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden

The motorcycle black madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden

The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden

At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden

Tom Waits - the Piano Has Been Drinking

The piano has been drinking
My necktie's asleep
And the combo went back to New York
The jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut
And the spotlight looks like a prison break
Cause the telephone's out of cigarettes
And the balcony's on the make
And the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking

And the menus are all freezing
And the lightman's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid
And he showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking

Cause the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler
Cream puff casper milk toast
And the owner is a mental midget
With the I.Q. of a fencepost
Cause the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking

And you can't find your waitress
With a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends
And you just can't get served
Without her
And the box-office is drooling
And the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling
And the ash-trays have retired
Cause the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me

Also anything off his Small Change album or the albums Alopecia and eskimo snow by the band Why

Two I discovered recently, both by Donkeyboy:

"And if somebody's going to make it, then that somebody ought to be you." - Ambitions.

"But sometimes I need somebody who can make me feel alright, shakes me from the streetlights; I'm breaking up, I need someone who needs somebody now. People change, change because of who I am. If you don't then you and I won't get along." - Sometimes.

I came across this song on I-Tunes. It was a free single of the week. Stunning lyric. The tune is a mad rush. I will never delete this from my I-Pod.    

Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event.

And it starts...
sometime around midnight
or at least that's when
you lose yourself
for a minute or two

As you stand...
under the barlights
and the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while
and the piano's this melancholy soundcheck
to her smile
and that white dress she's wearing
you haven't seen her
for a while

But you know...
that she's watching
she's laughing, she's turning
she's holding her tonic like a cross
the room suddenly spinning
she walks up and asks how you are
so you can smell her perfume
you can see her lying naked in your arms

And so there's a change...
in your emotions
and all of these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind
of the curl of your bodies
like two perfect circles entwined
and you feel hopeless, and homeless
and lost in the haze
of the wine

And she leaves...
with someone you don't know
but she makes sure you saw her
she looks right at you and bolts
as she walks out the door
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes
and when your friends say what is it
you look like you've seen a ghost

And you walk...
under the streetlights
and you're too drunk to notice
that everyone is staring at you
and you so care what you look like
the world is falling
around you

you just have to see her
you just have to see her
you just have to see her
you just have to see her
you just have to see her

and you know that she'll break you
in two    
 

Danger Mouse + dude from The Shins = Broken Bells
This is "The High Road"

Go down to wait all night
She's bound to run him out
The rest of the nothing of any how
To each his own
The garden is sorting out
She curls her lips on a bar
I don't know if you're dead or not
If you're anyone

Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Your addled eyes
Come on and get to open yours
Collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair

Chorus
Cause they know, so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends getting warm

The dogs who ran all night
The son who hoped it would
Break from the warfare in your house
To each his own
The soldier is bailing out
And curled his lips on a bar
And I don't know if the dead can talk
To anyone

Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Are you one of us
Come on and get to open yours
Collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair

Chorus
cause they know, so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends getting warm

It's too late to change your mind
You let laws be your guide
(repeat)

i cannot be love by My Dying Bride
im in love with this song ^^

Lover put a knife in my hand
Lay down right there, that's
my command
Do as i say in this blood play
Claw at my skin, I'll let you
win
Caress your flesh. Burns like
fire
Rosey, sweet breath, and your
desire

Your skin is all I want to take
from you
Your mind is naught unto me,
I'll leave behind

Bound together
The darkest embrace
Bound forever
We will be chaste

I paw at you golden flesh
Golden breast
I sail on your, on your sea
Of ecstasy.

God, I want you. Just be mine
Because you haunt me all the
time

Your pain, it talks to me
Your pain, it really talks to me

Your pain, it talks to me and I
heed it well
My hands, your neck, they
greet each well in a loving hell
This hold we have can't last
because it's killing me
Farewell my love. Please walk
away and take away my pain

Trashed and Scattered- Avenged Sevenfold

Keep on writing you're just rapin' yourself
(Nothin' can take my mind away from them)
Don't you ask about me, ask 'bout somebody else
(Once I've fallen there's many stories to tell)

I can feel it, won't embrace it
It's overwhelmin', how far ya take it?
(Stuck in a state of questioning)
And don't you tell me, you know we're destined
You won't convince me, I won't listen
(Resentment buildin', you've put our lives on hold)

Trashed and scattered again, I'm feelin' so low
You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold
My destination always unknown, I'll find my way there
But goddamn motherfuckers always wastin' my time

I won't be the victim but the first to cast a stone
Sedated nights to the bar room fights as metropolis takes its toll
And don't you try to stop me, it's a place you'll never know
Don't try to judge or take shots at me, I'll never let you seize control

Play your game you better walk away
Your integrity don't mean shit
Crawl on me you fuckin' parasite
And I'm gonna take you out

Label me, that's fine, I'll be somebody else
(Nothin' in front of me but holes ahead)
Lie about my life, have a story to tell
(Lights went down, was on the edge and I fell)

Oh you're so insightful, let me remind you
To twist and break me, should make you worried
(Long way to go and you're right there)
Two-faced liar, don't try and know me
Deceit brings fire, makes sure you can't breathe
(Pick at pieces of my body below)

I never bothered with all the rumors, too much garbage
(All the same)
I'll stand right here, come on you falsehood deceitful liar
(There's no shame)

Don't ever take my side, I know you're never right, I'll justify the means
(Nothing's what it seems)
I'll stand around and fight but there's no point tonight
Been chained to this machine

Trashed and scattered again, I'm feelin' so low
You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold
My destination always unknown, I'll find my way there
But goddamn impostor, are you out of your mind?

I walk down these roads alone and now you're seen here
My feelings that I'm havin' towards you are perfectly clear
(I control this ride)
My devils appetite is tonight and now I'm alright
But you goddamn motherfuckers always wastin' my time

Play your game and walk away
Your integrity don't mean shit
Crawl on me you fuckin' parasite
And I'm gonna take you out

I won't be the victim but the first to cast a stone
Sedated nights to the bar room fights as metropolis takes its toll
And don't you try to stop me, it's a place you'll never know
Don't try to judge or take shots at me, I'll never let you seize control

Don't try and get the best of me
(No one can help but your own self)
City makes my body ache
(Lonely, don't try and prey on me)

Don't try and get the best of me
(I feel your world dyin')
(No one can help but your own self)
City makes my body ache
(No more use in tryin')
(Lonely, don't try and prey on me)

And my body's trashed and low
But to you I'll never show myself or what's inside
And I've seen it all before but I'll settle the score
I'll never join your side

I have been playing this song on repeat recently.  My on and off boyfriend since 2003 killed himself on December 20th.  This song is exactally what this whole thing feels like:

Nick Drake: Clothes of Sand

Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand
Who has taken you far from my land
Who has said that my sayings were wrong
And who will say that I stayed much too long?

Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me.

Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies
To see the earth through painted eyes
To look through panes of shaded glass
See the stains of winter's grass.

Can you now return to from where you came
Try to burn your changing name
Or with silver spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons in winter's night.

Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me.