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Lyrics stuck in my head for the wrong reason....I'm sure there are numerous poor prog-related lyrics, but I find these bewilderingly bad!

"You can rent your blues and photograph your soul
You can even dig some diamonds out of rock'n roll
You can change the world
But if you lose control
They will take away your T-shirt".
"...and the man in the mirror has sad eyes."
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^ what is that? LOL, it's quite bad indeed

nevermind, I looked it up...


Edited by Cristi - April 19 2018 at 02:42
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Post Options Post Options   Thanks (0) Thanks(0)   Quote Frenetic Zetetic Quote  Post ReplyReply Direct Link To This Post Posted: April 19 2018 at 02:35
*Random Miles Davis playing*

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E' un' immagine
Dolcissima
Bellissima

E' un' immagine
Che vorrei
Sempre mia
we found footprints in the snow
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Bjork's Deuc Deuc from the Sugarcubes album I thought of as I was coming out of the shower this morning. 
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That's when Leone came into frame
A shadow cloaked the danger of your high stakes game
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Well who the hell can he be
If he's never had V.D.
And he doesn't even sit on toilet seats...

...a vigorous circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined
to take the place of the mud shark in your mythology...
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"Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
And later insisted your feelings were true.
The witch's promise was coming,
Believing he listened while laughing you flew."
"...and the man in the mirror has sad eyes."
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"...Make your own kind of music. Sing your own kind of song..." You've gotta love Mama Cass, folks!
"...and the man in the mirror has sad eyes."
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-No se puede corregir a la naturaleza. Palo que nace doblao jamás su tronco endereza-
Danced to it a few times and now I could probably broadcast it from my mind.

And especially: -Aaaah'm a dinosaur, somebody's digging my bones. Aaaah'm a dinosaur, somebody's digging my bones-
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As I roved out one summer's morn,
I saw a scarecrow tied to a pole in a field of corn.
His coat was black and his head was bare,
And as the wind shook him the crows took up into the air.

Ah, but you'd lay me down and love me,
Ah, but you'd lay me down and love me if you could.
For you're only a bag of rags in an overall
That the wind sways so the crows fly away and the corn can grow tall.

As I roved out one winter's day,
I saw an old man hanging from a pole in a field of clay.
His coat was gone and his head hung low,
Till the wind flung it up to look, wrung its neck and let it go.

How could you lay me down and love me?
How could you lay me down and love me now?
For you're only a bag of bones in an overall
That the wind blows and the kids throw stones at the thing on the pole.

As I rode out one fine spring day,
I saw twelve jolly dons dressed out in the blue and the gold so gay.
And to a stake they tied a child newborn,
And the songs were sung, the bells was rung, and they sowed their corn.

Now you can lay me down and love me,
Now you can lay me down and love me if you will.
For you're only a bag of rags in an overall
But the wind blew and the sun shone too and the corn grew tall.

As I roved out one summer's morn,
I saw a scarecrow tied to a pole in a field of corn.

'Arse, Feck, Drink. Girls..' Father Jack Hackett, Craggy Island.
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-She said "I know what it's like to be dead. I know what it is to be sad." And she's making me feel like I've never been born.
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Post Options Post Options   Thanks (0) Thanks(0)   Quote Squonk19 Quote  Post ReplyReply Direct Link To This Post Posted: June 06 2018 at 11:54
"After all........it's just the revolution I despise
The dawn of revelations and the flower power prize
And I pity those poor children with no sunshine in their eyes
Round and round we go
Round and round and round we go!"

Edited by Squonk19 - June 06 2018 at 11:55
"...and the man in the mirror has sad eyes."
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One of Jim Capaldi's best lyrics-

''If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high a price
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was
The low spark of high-heeled boys
If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much
It'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys
If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
The low spark of high-heeled boys''
'Arse, Feck, Drink. Girls..' Father Jack Hackett, Craggy Island.
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His best work; still blows me away after all these years.. sorry to fill up all this space but I have to put the complete poem and sing lyrics in.. if you've never heard this just give it a try

There once was a man from the old stone age
And he used to follow the weather
But now he's got hung up on filling a page
Upon whether to go or together
And he's been around for so damn long
With his whooping and wailing
Crushing questions between right and wrong
And impaling
The best he can hope and the worst he can fear
On the solstices of an illusion
A massive erection of pushy defence
Up the whole of the prosecution
Great solace the wound, great relish the pain
To be loosing the reins of a poem
To bleed from the tip of my tongue yet again
That part of my heart that is showing
These children conceived in the womb of this crash
To be the sponsors of nothing much more
Than rearguard directions of cross-fingered sections
Of purpose pot - looking for nothing
But what is this last desperate vestige of heart over head
But another conjecture
No more the tomb of the martyred dead
Than the ghost of our parting gesture
And a hundred billion crystal balls
Represent a remarkable failure
To swell the song each moment long
At the counterpoint of nature
As four thumbs flick the tarot deck
And two tongues fork eight aces
Maybe sixteen fingers feel
The fool lives in two places
Where rosy lee can read this tea
And leave me living the story
A white dove with a hawks' head
And an open mind before me
To sail for a land where life is a high
Not a word to be heard or be spoken
But the soul - woven web of the endless touch
Of a child who could never be broken
Who plays a new world on the brink of the ebb
As the fish cats prowl in the harbour
And now soars high on the beckoning tides' long arm
To weigh his last anchor
And the sou'westers sing as the lifeboat bells ring
In the heads on the faces of changes
The heavens collage on excalibre's edge
The star in his movie converges
With fate, in his task, and doom on his brow
And a ship in his eye in a bottle
Who speeds, to force, to want, to have
To find, to further fortune
Who comes from the north, west, south and east
Of the passions of a spirit
With all the flight of the wildest beast
To ever spur a stirrup
Whose pulse is the master of action
Whose heart is an everlasting secret
Whose arms are desire
Whose lips are welcome
Whose eyes tell stories
Whose head is a journey
Whose hands unfold
Whose feet fly
Whose face is the stained glass window of a continuous orgasm
Whose being is mine
Whose wounds are precious
Whose poem is a flower
Whose gentleness is the devil
Whose identity is naked
Whose magic is a gift
Whose power is the transparent tapestry of history
Whose stamp is a freak
Whose wits are battles
Whose cousin is dog
Whose times are well fought for
Whose stone-age is clever
Whose poets know
Whose music is barbarian
Whose artists are helpless spherical mirrors spinning on the horns of a tidal
Wave
Whose information is belief
Whose complexes become religion
Whose foundation is spread
Whose word is god
Whose books are projectiles
Whose message is must
Whose excuse is holy
Who passed it down to me;
Whose enemies are landmarks
Whose fear is himself
Whose hope is lust
Whose wish is fresh
Whose position is wary
Whose mottoes are covers
Whose name is hidden
Whose nose is suspicious
Whose technology is a tangent
Whose strategy is dissent
Whose thoughts are games
Who shares his lot
Whose ace is death
Whose fingers invent
Whose tales weave
Whose knots are tied
Whose mouth is open
Whose ears pierce
Whose direction is out
Who is aware of disease
Who feels the need to cleanse his soul
Whose style is disguise
Whose dream is innate
Whose woman is soothing
Whose little children are the delicate blossom of an orchard of electricity
Whose spell is for conflict
Whose quest is strength
Whose war declared
Whose suicide is noticed
Whose shadow is cast
Whose vibes you feel
Whose pedigrees are haunted
Whose age is unknown
Who takes under his wing
Whose freaks are real
Whose reality is hunger
Whose words are jagged
Whose tears are shed
Whose sick hang
Whose weak are kicked
Whose cities are bad shelters
Whose sanctuary is an idea
Who sat round a fire
Whose teeth chew
Whose faith is change
Whose old age comes quickly
Whose youth burns
Whose systems are white sticks tapping walls
Whose prize possession is the planet;
Whose wildest lust is escalation
Whose cul-de-sacs are feelers
Whose main route is massive
Whose run is a dance
Whose vehicle is fantasy
Whose home is high
Whose role continues
Whose bearing is savage
Whose saints are dead
Whose sons bark
Whose daughters play
Whose strength is against
Who grows in the sun and sleeps in the moon
Who roams deserts, plateaux, mountains, forests and plains with vast armies
Who am I
The spirit of those who were not here
And never knew it
Who left this prayer to elope
A lover's journey through it
So children leave your windows open
Across the sea
Join our hands across the many land
You and me
Never grown old
Seeing without ever being told
Something to say
Shut away
Blackboard so grey
Anyway
I'm dreaming
Out along the back row
Out the window
Cast away
Be free with me
Today
Great heart mean streak
Spare part speed freak
I set myself a problem when I built myself a wheel
I got myself another when I rode a horse to feel
The plains underneath my reins
As fast as running water
And the big lady I'm playing with
Has played a game of poker
With me and cat and this and that
Until she scored my joker
Now we ride in chariots
By the side of one another
Her soft side
My rough ride
Nothing to fear
The unknown soldier's grave is already here
Is it too late
To create
A world made with care
Is it there
Or fleeting
Here today and gone
Tomorrow's child
Looking so wild and free
Are we a choice
With no voice
Can it be
Great heart, mean streak
Spare part speed freak
'Arse, Feck, Drink. Girls..' Father Jack Hackett, Craggy Island.
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Reba put a stopper in the bottom of the tub
picked up a jar unscrewed the top
and watched it drop into the water

A little scoop of plaster mix
some coffee grounds and mud
and then she stirred it with the ladle
that her Grandmother had bought her
threw in a pot of melted wax
a forefoot and a hoof
apple core, worms galore
and a can of some corrosive

coconuts and chloroform
some wicker and some cork
Toxic waste, some purple paste
she hoped was not explosive

Reba dip a ladle for a taste of her creation
and she knew that what she make
would be the finest in the nation!!

Bag it..
we found footprints in the snow
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Hi,

... raindrops keep falling on my sh*t ...

Confused
... none of the hits, none of the time ... now you know what the art is all about!
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Originally posted by moshkito moshkito wrote:

Hi,

... raindrops keep falling on my sh*t ...

Confused
 

Then can I suggest you don't poo outside...
'Arse, Feck, Drink. Girls..' Father Jack Hackett, Craggy Island.
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Originally posted by Cosmiclawnmower Cosmiclawnmower wrote:

Originally posted by moshkito moshkito wrote:

Hi,

... raindrops keep falling on my sh*t ...

Confused
 

Then can I suggest you don't poo outside...

Where I cam from, there were no bathrooms. You used a hole in the ground at that time!

And a lot of their music is very progressive and there are some very big names in their music history ... and Burt Bacharach had nothing on the reality of it all!

Brazil!
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You are an angel heading for the land of sunshine, and fortune is smiling upon you...
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