What's your favorite lyric

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  1. Jeff Braddock

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    The title pretty much says it all. What is your favorite line(s) in a song. It can be from any genre. Just something that you think is funny, very well said, etc. Since I'm starting it, I'll go first.

    One of my favorites:

    "Jim don't do it, there's somethun missin'

    there's fellers dancin' and fellers kissin'

    there's a feller in high-heeled shoes wearin' panty-hose"

    from the song Uneasy Rider 88 by Charlie Daniels. I think it is a funny song. Ok, now your turn...
     
  2. RogerB

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    The Jackson Song by Patti Smith from Dream of Life:

    Little blue dreamer go to sleep

    Let's close our eyes and call the deep

    Slumbering land that just begins

    When day is done and little dreamers spin

    First take my hand now let it go

    Little blue boy you're on your own

    Little blue wings as those feet fly

    Little blue shoes that walk across the sky

    May your path be your own

    But I'm with you

    And each day you'll grow

    He'll be there too

    And someday when you go

    We'll follow you

    As you go, as you go

    Little blue star that offers light

    Little blue bird that offers flight

    Little blue path where those feet fall

    Little blue dreamer won't you dream it all

    Refrain

    And in your travels you will see

    Warrior wings remember Daddy

    And if a mama bird you see

    Folding her wings will you remember me

    As you go, as you go

    As you go, as you go

    A real tear jerker - especially if you have kids.
     
  3. Philip Hamm

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    What's been done in the name of Jesus

    What's been done in the name of Buddha

    What's been done in the name of Islam

    What's been done in the name of man

    What's been done in the name of liberation

    And in the name of civilization

    And in the name of race

    And in the name of peace!

    everybody

    loves to see

    justice done

    on somebody else

    Can you tell me how much bleeding

    It takes to fill a word with meaning

    And how much, how much death

    It takes to gave a slogan breath

    And how much, how much, how much flame

    Gives light to a name

    For the hollow darkness

    In which nations dress?

    everybody

    loves to see

    justice done

    on somebody else

    Everybody's seen the things they've seen

    We all have to live with what we've been

    When they say charity begins at home

    They're not just talking about a toilet and a telephone

    Got to search the silence of the soul's wild places

    For a voice that can cross the spaces

    These definitions that we love create --

    These names for heaven, hero, tribe and state

    everybody

    loves to see

    justice done

    on somebody else

    "Justice" by Bruce Cockburn (Probably breaks the rules....)
     
  4. Mike Broadman

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    CALL ANY VEGETABLE CALL IT BY NAME

    CALL ONE TODAY WHEN YOU GET OFF THE TRAIN

    CALL ANY VEGETABLE AND THE CHANCES ARE GOOD

    THAT THE VEGETABLE WILL RESPOND TO YOU

    (SOME PEOPLE DON'T GO FOR PRUNES... I DON'T KNOW, I'VE ALWAYS FOUND THAT IF THEY...)

    CALL ANY VEGETABLE PICK UP YOUR PHONE

    THINK OF A VEGETABLE LONELY AT HOME

    CALL ANY VEGETABLE AND THE CHANCES ARE GOOD

    THAT A VEGETABLE WILL RESPOND TO YOU

    RUTABAGA, RUTABAGA,

    RUTABAGA, RUTABAGA,

    RUTABAY-Y-Y-Y...

    (A PRUNE ISN'T REALLY A VEGETABLE... CABBAGE IS A VEGETABLE...)

    NO ONE WILL KNOW

    IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LET THEM KNOW

    NO ONE WILL KNOW

    'LESS IT'S YOU THAT MIGHT TELL THEM SO

    CALL AND THEY'LL COME TO YOU

    SMILING AND COVERED WITH DEW

    VEGETABLES DREAM, VEGETABLES DREAM,

    VEGETABLES DREAM, OF RESPONDING TO YOU

    STANDING THERE SHINY AND PROUD BY YOUR SIDE

    HOLDING YOUR JOINT WHILE THE NEIGHBORS DECIDE

    WHY IS A VEGETABLE SOMETHING TO HIDE? A LOT OF PEOPLE DON'T BOTHER ABOUT THEIR FRIENDS IN THE VEGETABLE KINGDOM. THEY THINK: OH, AH, WHAT CAN I SAY? WHAT CAN A PERSON LIKE MYSELF SAY TO A VEGETABLE? BUT THE ANSWER IS SIMPLE, MY FRIENDS: JUST CALL, AND TELL THEM HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT MUFFINS... PUMPKINS... WAX PAPER... CALEDONIA, MAHOGANIES, ELBOWS... GREEN THINGS IN GENERAL... AND SOON, A NEW RAPPORT... YOU AND YOUR NEW LITTLE GREEN AND YELLOW BUDDIES, GROOVING TOGETHER... OH NO! MAINTAINING YOUR COOLNESS TOGETHER! WORSHIPPING TOGETHER IN THE CHURCH OF YOUR CHOICE... (ONLY IN AMERICA...)

    CALL ANY VEGETABLE CALL IT BY NAME

    YOU GOTTA CALL ONE TODAY

    WHEN YOU GET OFF THE TRAIN

    CALL ANY VEGETABLE

    AND THE CHANCES ARE GOOD

    WOW! THAT THE VEGETABLE WILL RESPOND TO YOU!

    OH NO! CAN YOU SEE THEM RESPONDING?

    THE PUMPKIN IS BREATHING HARD...H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H--H--H--H--H--H--H--H--H--H--H--H--H!

    (WHAT A PUMPKIN!)
     
  5. Dan B

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    No one knows what it's like

    To be the bad man

    To be the sad man

    Behind blue eyes

    No one knows what it's like

    To be hated

    To be fated

    To telling only lies

    But my dreams

    They aren't as empty

    As my conscience seems to be

    I have hours, only lonely

    My love is vengeance

    That's never free

    No one knows what it's like

    To feel these feelings

    Like I do

    And I blame you

    No one bites back as hard

    On their anger

    None of my pain and woe

    Can show through

    But my dreams

    They aren't as empty

    As my conscience seems to be

    I have hours, only lonely

    My love is vengeance

    That's never free

    When my fist clenches, crack it open

    Before I use it and lose my cool

    When I smile, tell me some bad news

    Before I laugh and act like a fool

    If I swallow anything evil

    Put your finger down my throat

    If I shiver, please give me a blanket

    Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

    No one knows what it's like

    To be the bad man

    To be the sad man

    Behind blue eyes

    "Behind Blue Eyes" -Pete Townshend
     
  6. Jim_F

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    It's so hard to pick just one Tonio K. song, but here goes:

    CINDERELLA'S BABY

    (Tonio K.)

    cinderella's baby

    what you gonna do when the six o'clock

    news gets real

    what you gonna do

    honey how you gonna feel

    how you gonna handle it

    your mommy and your daddy

    didn't teach you what you really need

    to know

    but your mommy and your daddy had

    problems of their own

    cinderella's baby

    they will dress you

    suggest every purchase and every step

    there's a rulebook been written for you

    by the video set

    and unless you just turn it off

    and figure out what you want

    they're gonna program what you find

    because they work so hard at making

    up your mind

    but don't you believe it

    when they tell you that your face won't do

    and you've got to make one up

    when they try to sell you the latest

    miracle drug

    don't you believe it

    all your sisters before you fell victim

    to fictional love upon love upon lover

    but you just take your time

    and try to figure out some kind of truth

    and try to find someone who's tryin' to

    figure it out

    just like you

    cinderella's baby

    we've been bought and sold

    and we don't even know their names

    we've been caught and thrown to the lions

    don't look for the cage

    you can't see it--it's everywhere

    got a feelin' that really there's only one

    road left to choose

    so if you'll cover for me

    i'll cover for you

    and don't you believe it

    when they tell you that your life won't do

    and you've got to make one up

    don't you believe it ...

    Tonio K. © 1979 Worthless Music (ASCAP)
     
  7. Jim_F

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    I should've known I couldn't do it.

    BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

    (Tonio K.)

    the insults and the punches flew

    just like they always had

    i knocked her down and left the room

    but she came running back

    and i said:

    hey look around

    hey look in your mirror

    lay your ego down

    it'll get so much clearer

    why continue to push and pull

    and punish each other

    when it would be so much easier

    to just find another lover

    now you're feelin' cold

    hey babe i'm on fire

    and i'm losin' control

    because you've got no desire

    and so we go sparring through the night

    like two lightweight contenders

    the flames have gone out

    let's extinguish the embers

    put up the flag and lay down your weapon

    this perpetual battle royal here

    is a long way from heaven

    call it a mistake or call it whatever

    let's just call it off

    better late than never

    now i've got you

    and you've got me

    but we've got no manners at all

    we're still counting down to ecstasy

    when some courtesy's all the situation wants

    and that's so hard

    so you keep the car

    and all the passionate letters

    they won't get you that far

    they won't make it no better

    and maybe someday

    some other time

    we can try this again

    maybe someday these flamin' hearts

    will learn how to be friends

    but right now

    put up the flag

    and lay down your weapon·

    ©1978 Intersong-U.S.A., Inc. and Worthless Music
     
  8. John Garcia

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    My very first post on HTF were the lyrics to this song:
    This is what she saw .......
    The unsuspecting horse was held fast to the ground,
    Whilst some soldiers slit open its belly
    The guilty gypsy was shoved inside the horse's belly,
    with only his head protruding from the dying beast,
    Another soldier, then sewed up the wound,
    with the culprit inside, condemned to die,
    along with the putrifying animal, screaming
    The young countess looked on,
    barely restraining a giggle.

    An Execution -Siouxsie and the Banshees
    Another favorite from them:
    You clamber up
    And look behind
    Their watchful eyes
    The helping hands
    A hen that's fierce
    And painted blue
    With red eyes
    Wants to swallow you
    A dragon dives and soars on tracks
    The hands that strap you to its back
    You turn around and look behind
    Their smiling eyes
    Won't help you down
    Their tiny hands
    Their tiny feet
    Such little hearts
    To miss a beat
    Grotesque dwarves in mirrored rooms
    Pulled and taut a thousand yous
    Staring back through stinging tears
    Remembering those funhouse thrills
    The paintbox tunes and wild balloons
    Their watchful eyes, you start to swoon
    Oh painted vile in lurid hue
    The snarling horse that waits for you
    Its motor whirrs and colours curl
    Inside your head the monsters whirl
    Its motor whirrs and colours curl
    Inside your head the monsters whirl
    In sucked out
    Time stood still
    Roundabout back
    Carousel
    Time stood still
    And you remember it well
    Carousel
     
  9. Juan Castillo

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    3 libras : a Perfect Circle

    threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back a name in your recollection down among a million same

    difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over when i've looked right through to see you naked and oblivious and you don't see me

    but i threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy

    here i am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded but i see through it all and see you

    so i threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy

    oh well apparently nothing

    you don't see me you don't see me at all
     
  10. Zen Butler

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    Soldier's Things by Tom Waits (from swordfishtrombones)

    Davenports and kettle drums

    and swallow tail coats

    table cloths and patent leather shoes

    bathing suits and bowling balls

    and clarinets and rings

    and all this radio really

    needs is a fuse

    a tinker, a tailor

    a soldier's things

    his rifle, his boots full of rocks

    and this one is for bravery

    and this one is for me

    and everything's a dollar

    in this box

    Cuff links and hub caps

    trophies and paperbacks

    it's good transportation

    but the brakes aren't so hot

    neck tie and boxing gloves

    this jackknife is rusted

    you can pound that dent out

    on the hood

    a tinker, a tailor

    a soldier's things

    his rifle, his boots full of rocks

    oh and this one is for bravery

    and this one is for me

    and everything's a dollar

    in this box
     
  11. Evan S

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    This always sobers me up a bit.

    "So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts...

    What's so amazing about really deep thoughts?

    Boy you best prey that I bleed real soon.

    How's that thought for ya?"

    Tori Amos - Silent All These Years
     
  12. John Garcia

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    Hey, that was the first song I ever heard from Tori, that particular passage was what got me interested in her, and is the reason why I bought that album. [​IMG] Gotta love Tori!
     
  13. RobertW

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    falling down blue-blue rodeo(jim cuddy-songwriter)

    everyone tells me i'm lucky

    got my whole life to live yet

    i can't say they're wrong

    but the days seem so long

    living inside of my head

    maybe i'll get some relief now

    now that your things are all gone

    i won't sit here staring

    at nothing all night

    bleary eyed greeting the dawn

    (chorus)

    all right i miss you tonight

    and i'm not really sure what to say

    it keeps rolling in like a slow moving train

    it gets harder and harder each day

    each time i think that the worst of it's through

    i am stopped in my tracks by some vision of you

    all right i miss you tonight

    i admit that i'm falling down blue

    she lived outside of the city

    on days when i'd visit her there

    i'd watch her out dancing

    all lit by the moon

    the cold winds of time in her hair

    then we'd go driving for hours

    turn off the lights and just glide

    moving like spirits

    along through the night

    the light through the trees as our guide

    (chorus)
     
  14. Tim Hoover

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    Catherine Wheel's "Goodbye":

    Sally likes it sideways.

    Sally, oh Sally, don't ever change.

    And please don't think me scary,

    'cause I'm not.

    I'm just a rock 'n roll Joe

    with tales of woe,

    and tears, and fears...

    Emmylou Harris' "Red Dirt Girl" album has some outstanding lyrics -

    From "Michelangelo"

    Last night I dreamed about you,

    dreamed that you were older.

    You were looking like Picasso

    with a scar across your shoulder.

    You were kneeling by the river.

    You were digging up the bodies

    buried long ago, Michelangelo.

    From "My Baby Needs A Shepherd"

    My baby needs a pilot,

    she has no magic wand.

    To help her part the troubled waters

    of the Rubicon.

    But in my soul I know

    she'll have to go this one alone.

    After all, that is the

    only way she's ever known.
     
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    It's nearly always sections of lyrics I remember. The truly memorable ones will stop me dead in my tracks the first time I hear them and thereafter they stick like glue. A small selection:

    'It's the kidney machines that pay for rockets and guns'

    [The Jam - Going Underground]

    'Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then'

    [Bob Seger - Against the Wind]

    'Born on the breeze and died on the wind'

    [Taupin/John - This Song Has No Title]

    'If one in ten could be that brave, I would never hate again'

    [Taupin/John - One More Arrow]

    'Two men say they're Jesus - one of them must be wrong'

    [Dire Straits - Industrial Disease]

    'You men who think you have a mission

    To purge us of the seven deadly sins.

    Should first sort out the basic food position,

    Then start your preaching - that's where it begins'

    [Brecht/Weill - What Keeps Mankind Alive?]

    'A windy day

    The cars in slow formation

    Not far away

    A final destination.'

    [Tennant/Lowe - Your Funny Uncle]

    Full song lyrics are a bit trickier, though I can probably recite from memory 90 per cent of later period Leonard Cohen, which is definitely unhealthy.
     
  16. Ted Lee

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    this line immediately came to mind:

    i find it kind of funny

    i find it kind of sad

    the dreams in which I'm dying

    are the best I've ever had

    "mad world" by tears for fears

    also...

    i don't want to start any blasphemous rumors

    but i think that god's got a sick sense of humor

    and when i die

    i expect to find him lauging

    "blasphemous rumors" by depeche mode

    good grief...it's a good thing i'm not morose...

    [edit] fixed title of tff song
     
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    You moved like honey in my dream last night
    Yeah, some old fires were burning
    You came near to me and you endeared to me
    But you couldn't quite discern me
    Does that scare you? I'll let you run away
    But your heart will not oblige you
    You'll remember me like a melody
    Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you
    And my big secret - Gonna win you over
    Slow like honey, heavy with mood
    I'll let you see me, I'll covet your regard
    I'll invade your demeanor
    And you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
    And you'll wonder what it is about me
    It's my big secret - Keeping you coming
    Slow like honey, heavy with mood
    Though dreams can be deceiving
    Like faces are to hearts
    They serve for sweet relieving
    When fantasy and reality lie too far apart
    So I stretch myself across, like a bridge
    And I pull you to the edge
    And stand there waiting
    Trying to attain
    The end to satisfy the story
    Shall I release you?
    Must I release you?
    As I rise to meet my glory
    But my big secret
    Gonna hover over your life
    Gonna keep you reaching
    When I'm gone like yesterday
    When I'm high like heaven
    When I'm strong like music
    'Cuz I'm slow like honey, and
    Heavy with mood

    Slow Like Honey - Fiona Apple
     
  18. Dan Joy

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    "The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway

    He walks through town all alone

    He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

    His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide

    The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide

    They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection

    Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception

    And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood

    Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

    And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud

    Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"

    That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced

    Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

    He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint

    He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint

    Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point

    He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point

    And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell

    That is, nothin' left that you could sell

    Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

    And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"

    I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm

    Or was he just lost in the flood?

    Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

    Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare

    And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware

    Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air

    And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street

    And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose but he gets blown right off his feet

    And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away

    He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish

    Still breathing when I walked away

    And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"

    I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?

    Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up

    I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?"

    LOST IN THE FLOOD, BRUCE
     
  19. Ike

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    Easy:

    Darkness at the break of noon

    Shadows even the silver spoon

    The handmade blade, the child's balloon

    Eclipses both the sun and moon

    To understand you know too soon

    There is no sense in trying.

    Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

    Suicide remarks are torn

    From the fool's gold mouthpiece

    The hollow horn plays wasted words

    Proves to warn

    That he not busy being born

    Is busy dying.

    Temptation's page flies out the door

    You follow, find yourself at war

    Watch waterfalls of pity roar

    You feel to moan but unlike before

    You discover

    That you'd just be

    One more person crying.

    So don't fear if you hear

    A foreign sound to your ear

    It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

    As some warn victory, some downfall

    Private reasons great or small

    Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

    To make all that should be killed to crawl

    While others say don't hate nothing at all

    Except hatred.

    Disillusioned words like bullets bark

    As human gods aim for their mark

    Made everything from toy guns that spark

    To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

    It's easy to see without looking too far

    That not much

    Is really sacred.

    While preachers preach of evil fates

    Teachers teach that knowledge waits

    Can lead to hundred-dollar plates

    Goodness hides behind its gates

    But even the president of the United States

    Sometimes must have

    To stand naked.

    An' though the rules of the road have been lodged

    It's only people's games that you got to dodge

    And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

    Advertising signs that con you

    Into thinking you're the one

    That can do what's never been done

    That can win what's never been won

    Meantime life outside goes on

    All around you.

    You lose yourself, you reappear

    You suddenly find you got nothing to fear

    Alone you stand with nobody near

    When a trembling distant voice, unclear

    Startles your sleeping ears to hear

    That somebody thinks

    They really found you.

    A question in your nerves is lit

    Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy

    Insure you not to quit

    To keep it in your mind and not fergit

    That it is not he or she or them or it

    That you belong to.

    Although the masters make the rules

    For the wise men and the fools

    I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

    For them that must obey authority

    That they do not respect in any degree

    Who despise their jobs, their destinies

    Speak jealously of them that are free

    Cultivate their flowers to be

    Nothing more than something

    They invest in.

    While some on principles baptized

    To strict party platform ties

    Social clubs in drag disguise

    Outsiders they can freely criticize

    Tell nothing except who to idolize

    And then say God bless him.

    While one who sings with his tongue on fire

    Gargles in the rat race choir

    Bent out of shape from society's pliers

    Cares not to come up any higher

    But rather get you down in the hole

    That he's in.

    But I mean no harm nor put fault

    On anyone that lives in a vault

    But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

    Old lady judges watch people in pairs

    Limited in sex, they dare

    To push fake morals, insult and stare

    While money doesn't talk, it swears

    Obscenity, who really cares

    Propaganda, all is phony.

    While them that defend what they cannot see

    With a killer's pride, security

    It blows the minds most bitterly

    For them that think death's honesty

    Won't fall upon them naturally

    Life sometimes

    Must get lonely.

    My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards

    False gods, I scuff

    At pettiness which plays so rough

    Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

    Kick my legs to crash it off

    Say okay, I have had enough

    What else can you show me?

    And if my thought-dreams could be seen

    They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

    But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

    Bob Dylan-It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

    another one from Dylan I love:

    William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

    With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

    At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.

    And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him

    As they rode him in custody down to the station

    And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.

    But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

    Take the rag away from your face.

    Now ain't the time for your tears.

    William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years

    Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres

    With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him

    And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,

    Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders

    And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,

    In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.

    But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

    Take the rag away from your face.

    Now ain't the time for your tears.

    Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.

    She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

    Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage

    And never sat once at the head of the table

    And didn't even talk to the people at the table

    Who just cleaned up all the food from the table

    And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,

    Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

    That sailed through the air and came down through the room,

    Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.

    And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.

    But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

    Take the rag away from your face.

    Now ain't the time for your tears.

    In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel

    To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level

    And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded

    And that even the nobles get properly handled

    Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em

    And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,

    Stared at the person who killed for no reason

    Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.

    And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,

    And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,

    William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.

    Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

    Bury the rag deep in your face

    For now's the time for your tears.

    And to get off the Dylan kick, another band that I've been obssessed with lately:

    TIME TAKES ITS CRAZY TOLL

    AND HOW DOES YR MIRROR GROW

    YOU BETTER WATCH YRSELF WHEN YOU JUMP INTO IT

    CUZ THE MIRROR'S GONNA STEAL YR SOUL

    I WONDER HOW IT CAME TO BE MY FRIEND

    THAT SOMEONE JUST LIKE YOU HAS COME AGAIN

    YOU'LL NEVER NEVER KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU CAME

    UNTIL YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH THE DIAMOND RAIN

    THROW ALL HIS TRASH AWAY

    LOOK OUT HE'S HERE TO STAY

    YR MIRROR'S GONNA CRACK WHEN HE BREAKS INTO IT

    AND YOU'LL NEVER NEVER BE THE SAME

    LOOK INTO HIS EYES AND YOU CAN SEE

    WHY ALL THE LITTLE KIDS ARE DRESSED IN DREAMS

    I WONDER HOW HE'S GONNA MAKE IT BACK

    WHEN HE SEES THAT YOU JUST KNOW IT'S MAKE-BELIEVE

    BLOOD CRYSTALIZED TO SAND

    AND NOW I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND

    YOU REFLECT INTO HIS LOOKING-GLASS SOUL

    AND NOW THE MIRROR IS YR ONLY FRIEND

    LOOK INTO HIS EYES AND YOU WILL SEE

    THAT MEN ARE NOT ALONE ON THE DIAMOND SEA

    SAIL INTO THE HEART OF A LONELY STORM

    AND TELL HER THAT YOU'LL LOVE HER ETERNALLY

    TIME TAKES ITS CRAZY TOLL

    MIRROR FALLING OFF THE WALL

    YOU BETTER LOOK OUT FOR THE LOOKING-GLASS GIRL

    CUZ SHE'S GONNA TAKE YOU FOR A FALL

    LOOK INTO HIS EYES AND YOU SHALL SEE

    WHY EVERYTHING IS QUIET AND NOTHING'S FREE

    I WONDER HOW HE'S GONNA MAKE HER SMILE

    WHEN LOVE IS RUNNING WILD ON THE DIAMOND SEA

    The Diamond Sea, lyrics by Thurston Moore, performed by Sonic Youth
     
  20. RogerB

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    Ted,

    That Tears For Fears song is "Mad World".
     

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