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David_D 
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 Posted: September 24 2022 at 13:43 |
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How about these lyrics? Genesis - "Looking for Someone" (excerpt) Looking for someone, I guess I'm doing that Trying to find a memory in a dark roomDirty man, you're looking like a Buddha, I know you well Keep on a straight line, I don't believe I can, Trying to find a needle in a haystack, Chilly wind you're piercing like a dagger, it hurts me so. Nobody needs to discover me, I'm back again. You see the sunlight through the trees, to keep you warm in peaceful shades of green Yet in the darkness of my mind Damascus wasn't far behind. (from the album Trespass (1970)) |
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Posted: September 26 2022 at 08:58 |
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Brave new world Just around the corner I wonder How happy we will be Can we prevent it? Edited by David_D - September 27 2022 at 03:07 |
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Psychedelic Paul
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Posted: September 26 2022 at 09:43 |
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If a woman is fickle,
Give her a tickle, Hold her waist tightly, Do it twice nightly. - Ken Dodd
Edited by Psychedelic Paul - September 26 2022 at 09:47 |
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David_D
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Posted: September 26 2022 at 13:08 |
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Weell, how tickled I am!  and very much welcome in this thread!
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David_D
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Posted: September 28 2022 at 08:22 |
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Some more of the ideological 70's lyrics: Emerson, Lake & Palmer - "Tarkus: Battlefield" (excerpt) Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory.You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. (from the album Tarkus (1971)) |
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Posted: September 28 2022 at 08:36 |
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and here maybe a bit unusual suggestion for interpretation: "I see a meaning of rebirth and redemption in this song. Tarkus lives a vicious, violent life and does not realize that it is being lived wrong [Stones of Years]. When he is defeated by the Manticore, he realizes his violent ways were not the right path- violence does not help. it only ends up hurting- he hurt himself and those he fought. So, he redeems himself- he goes into the sea, a completely new machine. At the end of Aquatarkus, the same music from Eruption is played- Tarkus has been born anew. That's just my take on it, seems good IMO. I love this song, it's 20 minutes and never boring. Epic." written by Aquatarkus, April 17, 2009 on songmeanings.com |
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Posted: September 30 2022 at 09:58 |
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How about a bit of Swedish 90´s lyrics from the excellent Vemod (1993): Anekdoten - "The Old Man & The Sea" (excerpt) The storm has raged here for hours The water's plunging in on meThe remains of my creation Is swallowed slowly down By the troubled sea Into unconsecrated ground Gone eternally, gone eternally Feeder of my visions Carrier of my soul The last hope for the dreamers Now crashing to the shore Pinioned and torn In presumption and with my foolish pride I challenged the storm, I challenged the storm - not so optimistic.
Edited by David_D - January 31 2024 at 13:59 |
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Posted: October 02 2022 at 08:28 |
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Some interesting modern lyrics are written by Mariusz Duda of Riverside fame on the first album of his solo project, the selftitled Lunatic Soul from 2008. He seems to be occupied by the idea of afterlife/reincarnation, but it obviously gives him some problems: Lunatic Soul - "The Final Truth" (excerpt) So what will survive of me A cardboard box with thoughts insideWhat will survive of me My little escapes from real life What will survive And what will I take To the land of the endless ones If I sever the past It will be so dark here When I met The Ferryman He smiled to me Could swear I saw this smile before "You have to choose" - he said "And then you may return You'll get another chance to revive If you decide to keep Your memories from the past By all else, you must be forgotten If you let me take your mind If you let me take your soul In their hearts you'll stay forever Your choice Edited by David_D - January 31 2024 at 14:00 |
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Posted: October 02 2022 at 09:28 |
Hi, I understand the reason, however, some rules are just craving to be broken and wasted. I'm not sure that PA would be considered a "money site' in order for anyone to chase down rules that are designed to ensure that the money flows in one direction. In my experience, a lot of those rules have fallen apart when the site and person were not about a lot of commercial interests, to the point of making a fortune in money. PA may request "donations" to cover some expenses, but I am not sure that is considered material for a commercial venture. In fact, it would not surprise me, if M@X lost money on this site, or at the very least broke so he could maintain it. I think that some of those rules are in effect more to prevent the event that the company (M@X's) would get a written note from a bunch of lawyers asking it to address the issue or pay an X amount of money! It's been like that for a long time ... besides the fact that any monstrosity out there trying hard to take money and create rules for a broken statue is more likely to find itself in the ditch, than the user! M@X is probably cringing at the nut, and will email me to slow down and quiet down, but all in all, in my days, when the dinosaur went after the wrong element ... it killed itself bit by bit! And the old line of record company thing needs to die even more and more! As if 28 years were not enough money for them! |
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Music is not just for listening ... it is for LIVING ... you got to feel it to know what's it about! Not being told!
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Posted: October 02 2022 at 09:36 |
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Hi,
Here you go ... POSTED WITH PERMISSION BY THE AUTHOR WHO HAS GAINED NOT ONE CENT IN 33 YEARS FROM THIS POEM! (WRITTEN IN 1989) You,
... are no longer a vision. ... Or a poem. There was a day, and many a night, of wonder, of hope, of waiting, and perhaps of expecting,... and, I have often felt, ..'what daring'.. have I, to stand and think, much less,... even more, write a poem, of hope, prayer like, that one day this will all come to happen, somehow, amid all the daily ... events ... and rotten repercussions of doubt and belief, some mine, most by others, that, ... somehow, in some way, I would one day stand up across your path, and blatantly tell you, that, ... I loved you. And you might say, ... do you know me? ... And I'll say, ... what is there to know, that can't be proved by your being, and, standing here, ... I had to grow, you had to see, I had to learn, you had to be, and now, as the end of the past nears, ever so softly, I can finally see your eyes, truly, ... fully, ... and feel what can't possibly ever, be felt by many, but the lucky few, ... chosen ones, ... yes,...You, ... are no longer a vision. Or even a poem. And from my dream of our climb along the many splendour'd shaft of light shall the truth of truths forever be born, that no one can ever cast a side glance of doubt over the power of hope, or of love, and of care, ... (yes, I have cared,.) ... and of trust, Oh yes, trust, that indomitable faith, which can make or break all of us into worthless, unhappy beings whose desires are masters of oblivion, and reality is but a shadow of what it all could and should, ... forever be. Sure it was hard. And, it was painful. But worth it. For in one second, all that ever was, only but a vision, perhaps a hope or two, and a wondrous sight, is now, so true, so clear, so perfect, and so inspiring, that I'm not sure that there even exist in this unfathomable idea of eternal time and space, enough ink and lead to describe you, ... or ... enough notes, scales and instruments to ... to surround you, ... or ... enough paints and canvases to delineate you, ... which will truly describe the feelings not even a second long of a vision within a vision which is, an incarnate truth, ... a specialized moment, ... of unbearable joys, ... when all time stands still, ... and shines,... oh yes, it shines,... ever so brightly,... when it finally can be said, once and for all, You ( my dear) ... Are no longer a vision. ... Or, even, a poem. |
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Music is not just for listening ... it is for LIVING ... you got to feel it to know what's it about! Not being told!
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Posted: October 03 2022 at 04:47 |
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When I was young the world was quite different around me when the music's over it's just big sleep. Birth of a poet how would that be like Electric Music for the Mind and Body?
Edited by David_D - October 03 2022 at 06:30 |
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Posted: October 03 2022 at 07:32 |
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retrospection, fragment two
obeying constipation four thousandth moose in search of loose spoons table talks to refrigerator "speed of simulation popcorn tugboat scrutinize little words and postage never used in the south moluccas" sniffing icicles fungae days extraterrestrial pickles vulgar vacuums i smell like stars and leave hangers in my clothes and claim pear stems and write letters to ironing boards inside the bicycle pump i remember but i forget what pants? sextic polynomials cookie crumbs and shaddocks bopperpogs and demented diapers what am i talking about? i've asked this before only to get trunkhose in return flowing truncated triangles dodecahedron inside a trumpet shell flywheel tongues compoundable cocoons masters of toast barking at dots on paper ytterbic phone cord it forgot to return with a soda
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Posted: October 03 2022 at 09:42 |
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thanks for the new poems
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Posted: October 13 2022 at 03:13 |
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Nothingface without future without grace Every morning, every warning In the darkness of the night a lot of fight If he knew what to do it still wouldn't be easy |
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Posted: October 14 2022 at 05:26 |
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In the jungle of a city a neglected wife and depressed widow man a wrong train to the right station? A wrong lunch box to the right man a lot of letters how good can that be...and yet The way of life or a good story? |
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Posted: October 15 2022 at 02:39 |
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Waiting for the sun that will never come what a waste of time Much better write a letter or f**k it all If confused can be used don't worry, be happy |
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Posted: October 17 2022 at 12:33 |
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Some more lyrics from the 80's, yet now from the other end of the 80's than the previous ones. Actually, I've already quoted them in another thread, but I find them to be so good, so it's very okay to repeat them here. Voivod - "The Unknown Knows" (excerpt) Talk to me you flying shadows Wandering into the ozone stew Keep your myths from the embryos Who would misconstrue Anything new An outright official fiasco Can you shiled me From the drastic truth (From the album Nothingface (1989)) Voivod, a Canadian band formed in 1982, was born in Jonquiére, a town with pulp, paper and aluminium factories churned unceasingly, spewing smoke and generating a perpetual mechanical din. The drummer, Michel Langevin, could have nightmares because of the sounds from these factories, and the band's lyrics are much about something industrial, mechanical and cold. Edited by David_D - January 31 2024 at 14:01 |
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Posted: October 23 2022 at 10:04 |
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Grown ups acting like children twenty first century fox age of populism
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Posted: January 18 2023 at 10:59 |
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painting black not good for the stomach neither for the head it ain't easy to turn it back but it happens Edited by David_D - January 18 2023 at 14:10 |
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Posted: January 27 2023 at 00:41 |
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painting black what the heck pay attention to it and it ain't that black
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