Your favourite song

Leonard Cohen

"Everybody Knows"


Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows
 
Haaaa, that reminds me of another favourite of mine:

Famous Blue Raincoat
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear --

Sincerely, L. Cohen
 
PAINT IT BLACK
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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Hey, cool! The Tea Party did a cover of that Rolling Stones song...pretty good, too, I say. :D

This was my mother's favourite song, but I could never be able to play it on the guitar for her :( :
<center>Vincent - Don Mclean
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land.

*Chorus: Now I understand what you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now...

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

*Chorus:
Bridge: For they could not love you
But still, your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could've told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you...

Starry, Starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Chorus: Now I think I know
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will... </center>
 
"The Tea Party did a cover of that Rolling Stones song...pretty good, too, I say."

Ug, no offense Blue but that cover was just more of the mindless pop-rock for the teeny-bopper rock wannabe crowd we have today. Creed, Tea Party, Default, Sum41, Teble Charger, Coldplay, P.O.D., Linkin Park...... All of it is brainless, self-indulgent, repetitive and thoughtless "music".

I'll post a couple of my favourites in a bit.
 
To Xev


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Love Thor
 
Ug, no offense Blue but that cover was just more of the mindless pop-rock for the teeny-bopper rock wannabe crowd we have today. Creed, Tea Party, Default, Sum41, Teble Charger, Coldplay, P.O.D., Linkin Park...... All of it is brainless, self-indulgent, repetitive and thoughtless "music".
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None taken :)
 
To be honest I agree with Tyler about the actual bands. But that was taken too far. Nice responce Blue, again, Kudos.
 
The last section of the last Beatles album ever was 3 songs linked together beautifully...

Golden Slumbers
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye

Carry That Weight
Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
I never give you my pillow
I only send you my invitation
And in the middle of the celebrations
I break down
Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time

The End
Oh yeah, all right
Are you going to be in my dreams
Tonight?
Bridge
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make
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Lyrically not one of The Beatles' greatest songs these three are amazing musically and, in my opinion, The End features one of the coolest sets of guitar solos ever.


Hapiness Is A Warm Gun
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun
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That song's really only good if you hear it. And it's just one of my personal favs.


I'm Only Sleeping
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)
Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am - I'm only sleeping
Everybody seems to think I'm lazy
I don't mind, I think they're crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there's no need (there's no need)
Please, don't spoil my day, I'm miles away
And after all I'm only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy feeling...
Please, don't spoil my day, I'm miles away
And after all I'm only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I'm still yawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream (float up stream)
Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am - I'm only sleeping
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Tomorrow Never Knows
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down al thoughts, surrender to the void,
It is shining, it is shining.
Yet you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing
And ignorance and hate mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not leaving, it is not leaving
So play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
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A Day In The Life
I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph.
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.
I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
but I just had to look
Having read the book.
I'd love to turn you on
Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on
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What can I say; when I get high I'm 100% psychedelic!
 
Come listen to my tale of woe
It happened many years ago
When stakes were high and morals low
In hoary old Jerusalem.

In days of old there lived a maid,
She was the mistress of her trade,
A prostitute of high repute,
The Harlot of Jerusalem.

Chorus:
Hi, Ho Kafoozalum
The harlot of Jerusalem;
Prostitute of ill repute
The daughter of the Baba.

Kafoozalum was a wily witch
A wanton whore, a brazen bitch
And she caused every dong to twitch
That dangled in Jerusalem

A prince there was, both great and tall
His cock so strong, could break a wall
Which fascinated nearly all
The harlots in Jerusalem.

Chorus:

One day, returning from a spree
His customary hard on, he
Thought to get a piece for free
Of the harlot named Kafoozalum.

He looked and made a forward pass
Knocked her down onto the grass
He missed her hole but hit her ass
The pride of all Jerusalem.

Chorus:

Kafoozalum she knew her art
She arched her back and blew a fart
That sent him flying like a dart,
Sailing o'er Jerusalem.

Now, when the moon is big and red
His flying form soars overhead
Raining curses on the head
Of that wanton whore, Kafoozalum.

Chorus:
 
oh dearie me!

Kafoozalum, The Harlot of Jerusalem

translated from assyrian cuneiform texts circa 700 bc
by MacCrotch, Phil circa 1965
 
My favourites change like the wind, but one always remains constant...

Winding your way down on Baker Street,
Light in your head and dead on your feet.
Well, another crazy day, you’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything.

This city desert makes you feel so cold,
It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul,
And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.

You used to think that it was so easy, you used to say that it was so easy,
But you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now.
Another year and then you’d be happy, just one more year and then you’d be happy,
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now.

Way down the street there’s a light in his place,
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face,
And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything.

He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land,
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands,
And then he’ll settle down, in some quiet little town
And forget about everything.

But you know he’ll always keep movin’, you know he’s never gonna stop movin’,
’Cause he’s rollin’, he’s the rollin’ stone.
And when you wake up it’s a new morning, the sun is shining, it’s a new morning,
And you’re going, you’re going home.

"Baker Street", Gerry Rafferty

That SAX! oh god, that sax... the story goes, they were looking for a stand in saxophone player to do the song after deciding a guitar couldn't fill the emotional requirement. They go through heaps of guys, none work... and in walks this old black man with his sax all taped up with masking tape where its cracked. the rest is history.
 
well this was my personal favorite

Pure hearts by Rikki (this is the lyric version of aeris theme in FF7 if you want to know or anyone heard it)

Beyond this road, running on far and long
Must surely be something we can believe in

If, like a traveler in the wind
You went on, aiming for the northern skies

The hot emotions that have begun to disappear
Glitter and wave once more
Within my heart

I don't want to cry, you see
So I don't give in to my weak self

Huge wings
Unseen only by eyes
Held by undecorated hearts

Spread your hands; while singing
Be embraced by eternal time
And connect with life

Beyond this road, running on far and long
Must surely be something we can believe in
 
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