Memorable Lyrics

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late
Well, maybe we should all be praying for time
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say, "What's mine is mine and not yours"
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
'Cause he has no children to come back for
It's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time



Sorry to post the whole song but I felt I needed to for context. The "charity is a coat you wear twice a year" and flat-out saying Jesus isn't coming back "'Cause he has no children to come back for" is straight up gangsta.
 
Something from an old Humble Pie live album that isn't on the released cut of "I don't need no Doctor"...."You can do anything you want to my daughter........ but don't forget Me".

And Tom Waits: "Short change got rained on by his own .38".
 
This is "The Speed of The Sound of Loneliness", written by John Prine.

You come home late and you come home early
You come home big when you're feeling small
You come home straight and you come home curly
Sometimes you don't come home at all

So what in the world's come over you
What in heaven's name have you done
You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You're out there running just to be on the run

Well I got a heart that burns with a fever
And I got a worried and a jealous mind
How can a love that'll last forever
Get left so far behind

What in the world's come over you
What in heaven's name have you done
You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You're out there running just to be on the run

It's a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
That's crossed the evil line today
How can you ask about tomorrow
When we ain't got one word to say

What in the world's come over you
What in heaven's name have you done
You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You're out there running just to be on the run

You're out there running just to be on the run
You're out there running just to be on the run
You're out there running just to be on the run

Goldtop Lloyd
 
I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die

Estranged - Guns N' Roses
 
My digital player has been playing this one song by Archive on repeat whose name I can’t repeat that’s got some pretty dark lyrics.

...Now the world needs to see that it’s time you should go,
There’s no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow...

...Makes me sick when I hear all the s__t that you say,
So much c__p coming out, it must take you all day...
 
I ain’t your icon carved out of soap, sent in to clean your reputation - Bonnie Raitt
 
I asked a painter why the roads were coloured black,
He said; Steve it's becuase people leave and know the highways will bring them back
 
Fortunately, this is titled "Memorable Lyrics", not "Deep, Thoughtful Lyrics" (although that's what the vast majority of posts have been), because I listened to this song again last week, and the last line has stuck in my head ever since. So, it's memorable.

Ladies and gentlemen, Jesse James Dupree:

"Well I jacked my lumber, baby,
Since my chainsaw you."
 
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatory.

On Wednesdays I go shopping and have buttered scones for tea!
 
"You got the keys to my house and my heart but you ain't got the keys to my Chevrolet" - (from "Hot Head" by The Four Horsemen)
 
I will always remember these lyrics, cos I wrote it. :p:rolleyes:

It’s centered around Saint Teresa and Mohandas Gandhi. Hope you like it!

Lights

In my inner dreams where it softly glows,
Stands a figure of white and azure
Before her calloused hands laid a leprous man,
Who was deemed to be near his last

By his stricken side she stooped to cleanse his wounds,
As a hundred were gathered in wonder
They could never understand how it could be found,
That a stranger would be loved as a son

Though we stand beaten and assailed against these tides
Yet I know we won’t be giving up this fight
Because direction matters more than place in time
As we set these sails for far and enduring Lights

There was a frail old man on a dusty road,
Against a back of lush gold desert
He wore a humble shroud that was native wound,
Leather sandals over mud and dust

They would feed him scorn and they beat him down,
They were but leaves on a gale of deliverance
With a musket of the truth and a cavalry of doves,
He led a people to their finest hour.

Though we stand beaten and assailed against these tides
Yet I know we won’t be giving up this fight
Because direction matters more than place in time
As we set these sails for far and enduring Lights

I know we’ll meet again, home on higher ground
I know we’ll live again, home on higher ground

I believe it
Very happy to report that I’ve finally recorded this song and it’ll soon be released on iTunes and Spotify.

There’s little joy greater than seeing a musical seed transform into reality, in a way that meets your own expectations, in a way that comes alive. Champagne is in order, and I AM going to sniff the cork!!
 
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