Lyrically Speaking....

[mabd]

Sorry, I stalled us out...


Night In The Wilderness
Jethro Tull

I could be sitting on the left of you.
You'd be looking straight ahead.
If I was adrift right across from you,
you still would cut me dead.
I've had better deep discussions
with this plate of soft-shelled crab.

I'd put some spice in your rice.
You'd give me blues in the stew.
I'd give you catfish jumping.
You'd give me all this work to do.
Who's got the check on this hot dinner
Who's got the tabs on the crab

Another night in the wilderness:
should have been a night on the town.
Lesson in learning how to hold a conversation down.
I'm in splendid isolation, feel that heavy silence fall.
Got all this cut out for me to do.
Another night in the wilderness of you.

SILENCE

Maeve

[lolapunk]

Oh my goodness, I've been locked out of whoosh for a long time and I can finally come back in and catch up. I'll start here...

[lolapunk]

Girlfriend - Julia Fordham

Don't tell me to stop crying please just hold me while I do
Soothe me with your SILENCE and just cradle me to you
Don't push me for my reasons or expect me to explain
How can I in five minutes shift a lifetime's hidden pain?

Don't tell your girlfriend about me 'cos your girlfriend
won't like girls like me
Don't tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me, hold me, hold me....

I went to see a PSYCHIC and I paid for good advice
He said "Forget a romance 'til you've sorted out your life.
Be your own mother and your father and your sister and brother,
And even try to crack the art of being your own lover...

Don't tell your girlfriend about me 'cos your girlfriend
won't like girls like me
Don't tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me, hold me, hold me....

In my darkest hour you'd be mine, these wildest dreams
are no crime, or are they? Girlfriend
Coming from a place of need, not one of abundance,
You see he told me. Girlfriend

Don't tell me to stop crying, please just hold me while I do
Soothe me with your silence and just cradle me to you
Don't push me for my reasons or expect me to explain
How come I say I'm happy to be on my own again...?

Don't tell your girlfriend about me 'cos your girlfriend
won't like girls like me
Don't tell your girlfriend about me 'cos your girlfriend
won't like girls like me
You don't have to tell your girlfriend about me
If you just hold me, hold me, hold me....


psychic

[Siren]

I'm still stumped. Don't have a song for "psychic", either. But I do have a comment.

Man, Julia Fordham?? That's a name I haven't thought of in many years. Back in the early 90s, a very cool AC/light jazz station I loved used to play one of her tunes. I scanned amazon.com for her albums from that time, and found the song - "The Comfort Of Strangers". Still had that song title filed way back in my memory somewhere. Thanks for bringing that to mind, Lo!

[mabd]

Bout time you got back here ms. DA LoLaLi Punchell -- you have been missed. I wonder if Joni and Dali...naugh....

Psychic to the Stars
Cledus T. Judd

I was starin a hole through CMT
Watchin everybody else who'd been waitin for me
I thought by now I'd been a household name
After all I had if Shania was mine
And though Bigger Than the Beatles got played all the time
Them funny videos, why there's my claim to fame
.....

Now I'm the psychic to the stars
They call me up from wherever they are
I'm always over-booked
Lord, my phone rings off the hook
I'm the psychic to the stars

Ha ha
I told Tim and Faith they ought to tie the knot
Why you think Deana Carter's so hot
Boy I'd shave my legs for a sip of that Strawberry Wine
When Mindy McCready's on my caller ID
I'd take her call immediately
Ten Thousand Angels couldn't get me off of that line
Garth Brooks called dang near a hundred times
But I was too busy consultin' Leann Rimes
Trying to predict the number of albums she sold…last night
I had Brooks & Dunn on a conference call
They said Cledus would you look into your crystal ball
I said I'd love to boys but I got Tanya Tucker On hold
Gotta go…

BUSY

Maeve

[fallenangel]

Amanda Marshall~ Love Lift Me

Somebody told me
Love makes you stupid
Makes you go crazy
Makes you go blind
Comes uninvited
And leaves when it wants to
Calls you at midnight and ties up your line
But it's oh so sweet when it's right (There's nothin' better)
And you swear you won't but you might (You're gonna try)
Gotta fumble in the dark if you wanna see the light

Chorus

And when it's all said and done
It's just the same for everyone
You're busy making your plans
Love's like a bird baby
Flying out of your hands

NEXT WORD : PLANS

[mabd]

Yinyang, that last one has cool lyrics. Well, ok, cool is not the best word, how about good....

Making Plans
Trio, AKA Emmylou, Dolly, and Linda

You say tomorrow you're going
It's so hard for me to believe
I'm making plans for the heartaches
'Cause you're making plans to leave

The tears for me will be falling
Like a tree shedding its leaves
I'm making plans for the tear drops
'Cause you're making plans to leave

You're making plans to forget me
I'm making plans to miss you
I'm getting ready to grieve

I'm making plans to be lonesome
'Cause you're making plans to leave
I'm making plans to be lonesome
'Cause you're making plans to leave

TREE

Maeve

[fallenangel]

The Hurting Time
by Annie Lennox

To everything there is a purpose ...
To every blade of grass
And every leaf on every tree
Every livin' thing will surely
Come to pass
And what will be will be ...
That's when the hurtin' time begins

And all the things you never said
Or didn't have the strength to say
And everything you ever did
That time won't ever wash away
Fears that you've been livin' with
Come runnin' down your face
Runnin' down your face
When the hurtin' time begins ...

NEXT WORD : grass

[mabd]

YinYang, that was a delightful Annie Lennox choice...I swear her voice is better now than it was when she was younger: her voice has always been strong and vibrant, infused with emotion but also cool and edgy, and now age and experience have given it a burnished quality which projects a warmth and different sort of power -- more inward, perhaps?

Grazing in the Grass
Friends of Distinction

It sure is mellow grazin' in the grass
(Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)
What a trip just watchin' as the world goes past
(Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)
There are so many good things to see
While grazin' in the grass
(Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)
Flowers with colors for takin'
Everything outta sight in the grass
(Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)
The sun beaming down between the leaves
(Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)
And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees
(Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)

Everything here is so clear, you can see it
And everything here is so real, you can feel it
And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
Can you dig it

I can dig it, he can dig it
She can dig it, we can dig it
They can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby

DIG

Maeve

[Phalon]

Ooooo, love this song.

Sex and Candy ~ Marcy Playground

Hangin' 'round downtown by myself
and I had so much time to sit and think about myself
and then there she was
like double cherry pie yeah there she was
like disco superfly

I smell sex and candy here, mmm
who's that loungin' in my chair, mmm
who's that castin' devious stares in my direction
mama this surely is a dream, yeah
yeah mama this surely is a dream, dig it

Hangin' 'round downtown by myself
and I had too much caffeine and I was thinkin' about myself
and then there she was
in platform double suede yeah there she was
like disco lemonade

I smell sex and candy here, mmm
who's that loungin' in my chair, mmm
who's that castin' devious stares in my direction
mama this surely is a dream, yeah
yeah mama this surely is a dream, dig it
yeah mama this surely is a dream, yeah

I smell sex and candy here, mmm
who's that loungin' in my chair, mmm
who's that castin' devious stares in my direction
mama this surely is a dream, dig it
yeah mama this surely is a dream, mmm
yeah mama this surely is a dream, yeah
yeah mama this must be my dream!

Next word: loungin'...or, I'll also take lounging as an acceptable answer.

[mabd]

EBB is really Andrew Ratshin and his acoustic guitar. He was a member of Uncle Bonsai until that trio split in1989. Not a great voice at all, but he writes kick-ass lyrics.

Lounging in the Belly of the Beast
Electric Bonsai Band

I am older than my parents
When I first thought they were old
I am weaker than the weakest kids I teased
I am keeping up appearances
I'm falling from the fold
I am suffering from some middle-aged disease

I am tired to distraction
I am wired to the bed
I'm a part of the machinery I use
I am old and out of action
I am fat and over fed
And I'm waiting for some disappointing news

I am greater than the pieces
I am smaller than the whole
I am less and less for wear to say the least
I am scrounging through the creases
For an old remote control
I am lounging in the belly of the beast

I am lost in these commercials
I am plastered on these walls
I am missing too much sleep to make a scene
I am wrestling with inertia
I am resting on my laurels
And I'm testing all my waters in between

I am folded up and fallow
I am cold and undefined
I am molding this expression on my face
I'm a little short of shallow
I'm a coward by design
And I'm taking up an awful lot of space ....

WALLS

Maeve

[Siren]

Out where the bright lights are GLOWING
You're drawn like a moth to a flame
You laugh while the wine's overflowing
While I sit and whisper your name.

Four WALLS to hear me
Four walls to see
Four walls too near me
Closing in on me

from "Four Walls" by Jim Reeves

next: glowing

Oh, and yinyang? Don't say I never gave you anything. *ducking and running*



You can learn how to pass it along by looking in page 2 of "Pumpkin Tossing".

[fallenangel]

Sarah Mclachlan ~DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO


What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ...
and I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
but I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how
to let you go
I don't know how
to let you go
a glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow
deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go

NEXT WORD : SHAKEN

[mabd]

Fakin’ It
Simon & Garfunkel


When she goes, she’s gone.
If she stays, she stays here.
The girl does what she wants to do.
She knows what she wants to do.
And I know I’m fakin’ it,
I’m not really makin’ it.

I’m such a dubious soul,
And a walk in the garden
Wears me down.
Tangled in the fallen vines,
Pickin’ up the punch lines,
I’ve just been fakin’ it,
Not really makin’ it.

Is there any danger?
No, no, not really.
Just lean on me.
Takin’ time to treat
Your friendly neighbors honestly.
I’ve just been fakin’ it,
I’m not really makin’ it.
This feeling of fakin’ it--
I still haven’t shaken it.

Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor.
(good morning, mr. leitch.
Have you had a busy day? )
I own the tailor’s face and hands.
I am the tailor’s face and hands and
I know I’m fakin’ it,
I’m not really makin’ it.
This feeling of fakin’ it--
I still haven’t shaken it.

SHAKEN

Maeve

[lolapunk]

Both Hands - Ani Difranco

I am walking
out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan
of the dial tone again
and I am getting
nowhere with you
and I can't let it go
and I can't get through...
the old woman behind the pink CURTAINS
and the closed door
on the first floor
she's listening through the air shaft
to see how long our swan song can last
and both HANDS
now use both hands
oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing
graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of
how hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands
in eachother's shadows we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
and I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
and eventually the landlord will come
and paint over it all
and I am walking
out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
and I am getting nowhere with you
and I can't let it go
and I can't get though
So now use both hands
please use both hands
oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
hard we tried
how hard we tried


curtains

[Siren]

We still wear our RINGS
We still say I love you
We both play the part oh so well
But everyone knows it's just a sad show
And we're only fooling ourselves

It's like living in a house with no CURTAINS
The whole world can see what's inside
You can turn out the lights in a house with no curtains
But the heartache has nowhere to hide

from "A House With No Curtains" by Alan Jackson

next: rings

[Phalon]

I don't even know who sings this; am I required to look it up? I'll guess Tony Orlando and Dawn. The lyrics: I'm pretty sure I've got them right...or close enough.

Say, has anybody seen my Sweet Gypsy Rose?
Here's her picture when she was my sweet Mary Jo.
Now she's got rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Has anybody seen my Sweet Gypsy Rose?

gypsy

[Siren]

I remember that, Gams! I think I had that record. Yup, it was Tony Orlando & Dawn.

I spent 20 years trying to get out of this place
I was looking for something I couldn't replace
I was running away from the only thing I've ever known

Like a blind dog without a bone
I was a GYPSY lost in the TWILIGHT zone
I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot of gold

I've been there, done that and I ain't looking back on the seeds I've sown.
Saving dimes, spending too much time on the telephone
Who says you can't go home

Who says you can't go home
There's only one place they call you one of their own
Just a hometown boy born a rolling stone
Who says you can't go home

from "Who Says You Can't Go Home" by Bon Jovi & Jennifer Nettles

And just an editorial comment here - has there ever been a worse songwriting collaborative than Bon Jovi to go platinum plus? Shania/Mutt is a good challenger. But I wager that Bon Jovi's "I'll Be There For You" is one of THE WORST-written hits ever from a major act.

[fallenangel]

Shawn Colvin ~ Round Of Blues

All this time
I been making deals
Shades of black and white
On a hollywood reel
All this time
I been missing
Something so real, so real
All this time
I been a face in the crowd
Now I'm living in color
And laughing out loud
All these names
For just fooling aound
It's a new breakthrough
It's an old breakdown

We smoked a lot of hope
We did our cryin' too
We're finally waking up
To what real love can do
Oh, down a lost highway
Under the twilight moon
A chorus in your eyes
Another round of blues

next word : HIGHWAY

[lolapunk]

Drop in a Bucket - Mary Gauthier

So Happy Anniversary, baby
May FORTUNE and fate be your friends
Wherever you go, I want you to know
I don't think my love ever ends
I carry it down the HIGHWAY
It's a part of my body and soul
And one day it'll be the part of me
That will pull me up out of this hole

fortune

[mabd]

Fortune Teller
Stones

Went to the fortune teller
Had my fortune read
I didn't know what to tell her
I had the dizzy feeling in my head
Then she took a look at my palm


HEAD

Maeve

[mabd]

Yoo Hoo, oh, Ms. Punk, over here...


Al Michaels and John Madden are calling the game.

John: looks like the Bears have set up their heavy Jumbo package to the short, right side; Kat is split wide to the right, Joxie is in the slot, and both starting tights ends, Phalon and Scrapgold are set on the line to the right

Al: looks like the Bears are really trying to use the sidelines to their advantage.

John: it certainly does, the line set is almost identical to old Redskins' counter trey.

Al: on the strong side, Maeve’s split out, and Siren is in the slot and Hubs and Yinyang are in the I behind the DALA LA LO PUNKSTER , looks like the Bears are using a silent count...cut-in by John: in this stadium, especially in this closed in side, you almost have to...Hubs shifts out of the I into the wing

Al: and here's the snap, PUNKSTER does a play-action, no, she does hand off the ball to Hubs who sweeps to the right...

John: and just look at that pursuit by the linebackers, this is looking more and more like a busted play, the Bears, even by pulling the guard there is no roo....

Al: Hubs does a flea flicker to Maeve...

John: this is nuts, who would call a double reverse in the red zone?

Al: Maeve isn't even looking to the right... and she lets the ball go, it's sailing a bit but, OMG, the DALI LO LA PUNKSTER, the quarterback, goes up high and snags and, by golly, she scores.

"Click Me"

Translation for Kat: Your team is one out and needs 134 for the follow-on. Stumps are drawn at 6pm. Since you have been up, your team has had another out, but you personally, despite an unfortunate slog, are nearing a century. Now your are facing the bowler who lbw'd your team's first out. But you score an amazing 26 from him in one over... Now the other team brings in a fresh bowler, who has a deceptive spinning deliver and seems to thrive on pitching googlies (wrong 'uns). At five before 6pm, you are again batting against the nasty leg bowler. He delivers an out-of-control ball which, defensively you have to ground -- and it hits your instep. Angry, you face his next ball. It's yet another googly and you stride down the pitch, giving it the respect it deserves, score a 6, and carry the day.

Maeve

[lolapunk]

L M A O Brilliant!

[Phalon]

And the crowd goes wild!

I like my position, btw, Maeve...wow, a tight end! I've been called an ass before, but when it's tight, all is good.

[mabd]

phalon said:

I like my position, btw, Maeve...wow, a tight end! I've been called an ass before, but when it's tight, all is good.

I'm happy you like your position(s). I shall refrain from any comments about your ass.

BTW, thanks for loaning me Hubs; tell him he threw a hell of a good kick-out block.

Maeve

[mabd]

DALONI Punchell, in my throwing a pass at you, I derailed us. Part of that is the OMG feeling that someone besides me knows Mary Gauthier. I'm really liking your choices...


Drag Queens in Limousines
Mary Gauthier

Hated High school, I prayed it would end.
The jocks and their girls, it was their world, I didn't fit in.
Mama said, "Baby, it's the best school that money can buy,
Hold your head up, be strong, c'mon Mary, try."

I stole mama's car on a Sunday and left home for good,
Moved in with my friends in the city, in a bad neighborhood.
Charles was a dancer, he loved the ballet,
And Kimmy sold pot and read Keroac and Hemingway.

Drag Queens in Limousines
Nuns in blue jeans
Dreamers with big dreams
All took me in

Charley and I flipped burgers to cover the rent
And Bourbons at Happy hour for .35 cents
One day before work we got drunk and danced in the rain
They fired us both,
They said, "Don't ya'll come back here again."

BACK

Maeve

[lolapunk]

Nice, Maeve. I got her last one, Mercy Now, and recognized her voice when my record store was playing an older one; I went right to the bin and picked it up. That was Dixie Kitchen (complete with recipes in the liner notes) and I like that one even more so. Those lyrics you posted are classic Gauthier. This guy I'm posting lyrics from is my newest find and I see I'm going to have to delve into his catalogue as well.

Wide Open - Darden Smith

Sun going down, fight the traffic, unlock my front door
Check my machine, grab a bite, put on clean clothes
See your picture there on the table
Suddenly everything stops
Cause my heart is still wide open
My heart is still open for you

Friends come around with their laughter, take me out drinking
Raise a glass, tell a joke, hear the band, I’m lost in a daze
I just remember the two of us DANCING
I remember holding you close
And my heart is still wide open
My heart is still open for you
My heart is still wide open

Love doesn’t just disappear with a lover
You’re always with me
You’re always with me wherever I go

Stumble in, drop all my clothes, pull up the blanket
Toss and turn, dreaming, running, you’re just out of reach
Sun comes up, my first cup of coffee
Have to admit nothing has changed
Cause my heart is still wide open
My heart is still open for you
My heart is still wide open
I’m hoping you will come BACK through


dancing

[Siren]

I saw Mary Gauthier on tv on the Grand Old Opry fairly recently, performing, "I Drink". It was a beautifully-written song, but I just couldn't get past her vocal. I know that's shallow, but that's how it is. Same deal with Lucinda Williams and Dylan. *ducks the tomatoes being thrown*

Lola, my friend Grant is a major Darden Smith fan. Has been for years. I think he would approve of y'all's choices. No slam intended against Darden, because I've never heard him. But Grant almost has the attitude that if you sing well, you have less credibility.

~~~~~~~

Great country song you never hear on the radio anymore. Charly, a female singer, sang the hell out of it.

It’s Friday night you must be alone
That’s the only time you’d ever phone
But if you drop by don’t be surprised
'Cause darling I won’t be there tonight

I’m DANCING your memory away in the arms of a STRANGER
For now I’m okay, my heart's out of danger
Tonight while I’m waltzing as the band softly plays
I’m getting by, one song at a time, dancing your memory away

Once, twice, tell me how many times
Was I a fool for your lying eyes
But I won’t be your fool anymore
At least not while I’m out on the floor

I’m dancing your memory away in the arms of a stranger
For now I’m okay, my heart's out of danger
Tonight while I’m waltzing as the band softly plays
I’m getting by, one song at a time, dancing your memory away

"Dancing Your Memory Away" by Charly McClain

next: stranger

[mabd]

siren said:

I saw Mary Gauthier on tv on the Grand Old Opry fairly recently, performing, "I Drink". It was a beautifully-written song, but I just couldn't get past her vocal. I know that's shallow, but that's how it is. Same deal with Lucinda Williams and Dylan. *ducks the tomatoes being thrown*

Great country song you never hear on the radio anymore. Charly, a female singer, sang the hell out of it.
"Dancing Your Memory Away" by Charly McClain

next: stranger

Siren, I can't explain why some voices sound right to me and others don't. Sometimes, like with Ian and Sylvia, it is the combination, the blending of his richly textured baritone and Sylvia's always edgy and sometimes shrill voice. Maybe it is that tension between voices...besides I'm out of tomatoes.

Phalon said:

I don't even know who sings this; am I required to look it up? I'll guess Tony Orlando and Dawn. The lyrics: I'm pretty sure I've got them right...or close enough.

Gams, I am required by the by-laws #3.3 and #8.2.part4 that should you again mention Tony Orlando and Dawn again you will be forced to watch Donny and Marie Osmund re-runs for an indeterminate amount of time, but no less than 12 hours.

Doc Mitpunk, I'm trying to keep up with you -- dang you know music!

Wayfaring Stranger
Emmylou Harris

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling though this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over me

STEEP

Maeve

[Phalon]

(I will not mention Tony Orlando and Dawn; I will not mention Tony Orlando and Dawn...)

Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree...<slap>

(I will not mention Tony Orlando and Dawn....)

I'll mention of Metallica instead.

The Small Hours
(Originally recorded by Holocaust)

Look out at the darkness, and you will see.
Just call my name and I'll be there.
You cannot touch me, you would not dare.
I am the chill that's in the air.

And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,
As the barriers crumble at the end of the day.

Dark rivers are flowing back into the past.
You are the fish for which I cast.
And what of the future, what is to be.
As the rivers flow into the sea.

And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,
As the barriers crumble at the end of the day.

Do not take for granted, powers out there.
Don't step into the demon's lair.
Time is an illusion, rising from time.
Steep is the mountain which we climb.

And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,
As the barriers crumble at the end of the day.

Barriers