Favourite Song lyrics


“The Ragpicker’s Dream” - Mark Knopfler

When Jack Frost came for Christmas
With a brass monkey date
The rail-king and the scarecrow
Hopped a Florida freight
And they blew on their paper cups
And stared through the steam
Then they drank half a bottle
Of Ragpicker’s dream where

The whiskey keeps following
Cold pitchers of beer
Me and my associate
Like the clientele here get
The onions and the ‘taters
Rib-eyes on the grill
Toothpicks and luckies
And a coffee refill as

The rail-king lay rocking
He was leaving the ground
Then he was flying like Santa Claus
Over the town where
He came to the window
Of a house by a stream
It was a family Christmas
In the ragpicker’s dream there

Were kids at the table
All aglow in the light
Music in the wintertime
Sure carries at night there
Was turkey and gravy
Pie and ice-cream
And gifts for each and everyone
In the ragpicker’s dream where

The red-eye keeps tumbling
In our glasses of beer
Me and my associate
Like the service in here there’s
A ten for your trouble
You have beautiful hair
Make the last one two doubles
It’s a cold one out there where

The scarecrow and the rail-king
Have started to dance
But a nightstick and a billyclub
Won’t give peace a chance here
I think they went thataways
Your song and dance team
Heading home for the holidays
With the ragpicker’s dream on

His knees like a fighter
The rail-riding king
Like a sack of potatoes
Like a bull in the ring where
The scarecrow falls over
With a tear in the seam
Home for the rover
In the ragpicker’s dream where

The red-eye keeps tumbling
Like tears in our beer
Me and my associate
Like the ambience here where
They cornered two castaways
In a white flashlight beam Merry Christmas and happy days
In the ragpicker’s dream

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Latin Quarter - A Bankrobber’s Lament
I spent 3 years in Long Lartin, 4 more in the Scrubs
18 months in Parkhurst, I really have paid my subs
But while I was in Dartmoor on my third OU degree
I saw the error of my ways, it’s easy now I see.

I know now what I should have been
I know now what I should have been
You don’t need no mask nor gun
No risks but lots of fun
I know now what I should have been.
I should have been a banker.

Engrossed in my studies and reading Bertolt Brecht
I came across his apercu- really quite correct
What Bertie said was bertinent, this you must agree
It makes more sense to start a bank, than to rob one
Can’t you see?

I know now what I should have been
I know now what I should have been
Don’t need no mask nor gun
No risks but lots of fun
I know now what I should have been.
I should have been a banker.

I could have worn my ski mask on some fancy Alpine slope
I ould have used my shotgun for bagging grouse with noble folk
I could have robbed ten million and never once gone to jail
My brief could have taken the judge aside and said
This one is too big to fail.

I know now what I should have been
I know now what I should have been
Don’t need no mask nor gun
No risks but lots of fun
I know now what I should have been.
What I should have been,
I should have been a banker.

Latin Quarter - The River Runs
The hands are dusty and the ground is dry
Like the ink on this page but I can rewrite it
A Mars a day helps you work, rest and wash
5 cigarettes a day, are you counting the cost?
Arms outstretched, Palms to the sky
Catch the tears of the World drifting by.

With meters of pipe, the river runs dry
The bringer of life, the river runs by
For comic relief, the rivers run
With sheer disbelief, the river runs.

It ran from the springs and into the wells
Gaunt child’s eyes and the images that sells
O’ the boarded waterways that ran in the streets
£3 a month, a shilling a week
For hundred of years, the water was needed
The riverbed dry. The earth left un-seeded.

With meters of pipe, the river runs dry
The bringer of life, the river runs by
A hundred feet the river runs
Just sign the sheet.

Four hundred years, it’s not new news
For an annual appeal to change the views
For cleansing of souls, for washing and drinking
The monthly target, a well of souls sinking
From Chadwell Spring to New River Head
It’s not flowing enough for the dry river bed

The new river company, Water Aid
Continuous supply, the river stayed
Water flowed, pulling funds
Sediment money. The river runs.

This green and pleasant land - Pendragon

Our country is cobbled lanes of London town
The valleys of Wales the Devon tides
Built on hard won freedom honour and pride

So it’s crazy it seems
We’ve become helpless like babies again
Just waiting for someone or something
To bail us out at the slightest twinge of pain

My grandad Michael Barrett took shrapnel in the neck
Uncle Ken was a padre in Burma he returned a living wreck
Uncle John was a major and was stranded on the shoreline at
Dunkirk

It’s beyond my comprehension this kind of sacrifice
So many gave themselves up
And in the end so many would fall
It’s not legal to say what I think anymore
Cos I don’t believe in sharia law
But I can honestly say we’ve pissed it up the wall

Can we please stop all this madness before it’s too late
No one takes responsibility and wants a free life on a plate
He can close the door switch off the light
Stick his head deep in the sand
The death throes of this green and pleasant land

Is this really where our passion goes?
Is this really where our energy flows?

I awoke on Christmas day
But Christmas is a word you can no longer say

Is this really where our passion goes?
Is this really where our energy flows?

The hospitals are just another business plan
Like justice and the law of the land
An old war hero dies of cold alone in his flat
While Brutish Gas and their shareholders are getting richer
getting fat

Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our passion goes?
Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our energy flows?
Take only what you need and be on your way

Everybody hears but nobody listens
Empathy oh empathy
The robot people with robot answers
Invasion of the bodysnatchers is here finally
10: 58 Wootton Bassett every tuesday that plane goes right
over my head
Cos I can’t get the drugs for cancer of the kidney my life
is in the hands of
Something called Nice how nice

Is this really where our passion goes?
Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our energy flows?
Take only what you need and be on your way

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“Killer’s Eyes” - The Kinks

I see so little hope in you,
So much despair,
As I look in your eyes I wonder,
What thoughts linger there.
Life means nothing to you,
At least that’s what they say,
But it doesn’t mean that you have the right to take life away.

How were we to know what was going on inside your mind.
You never let it show what was going on behind
Those killer’s eyes
Killer’s eyes

You’ve seen your picture in the paper.
Your little sister’s pinned it on the wall.
She thinks you’re in some kind of movie.
Imagine her surprise when she saw you on the news.
Reporters came around and asked for interviews.
So little compassion, so icy cool.
They say you were a poor boy, you know that life can be cruel.
Hate builds up from childhood, your world was a slum
But you haven’t got the right to blow it to kingdom come

How could we know what it was like inside a killer’s mind
It never really showed, you kept the secret deep inside
Those killer’s eyes
Killer’s eyes

You say the world is full of bullshit,
So you kill just as you see fit.
They say that you’re a fanatic with a mission.
We all go through hell in some kind of way,
Can you tell me what it’s like to be there every day?
When you were young you had a vision
Why’d you go and do a thing like that?
And now we see you on the television.
Imagine our surprise when we saw you on the news,
And reporters came around and asked for interviews.

I see so little hope in you,
So much despair,
As I look in your eyes I wonder,
What thoughts linger there.
Life means nothing to you,
At least that’s what they say,
But it doesn’t mean that you have the right to take life away.

When you were just a child
You’d hide away when other children cried
But how were we to know
These tears that flowed were from a killer’s eyes

I see so little hope in you,
So much despair,
As I look in your eyes I wonder,
What thoughts linger there.
Life means nothing to you,
At least that’s what they say,
But it doesn’t mean that you have the right to take life away.

Those killer’s eyes
See the whites of their eyes
Those killer’s eyes
See the whites of their eyes

I think Warren was a bit disturbed when he wrote this


Money Talks - The Kinks

Show me a man who says he can live without bread
And I’ll show you a man who’s a liar and in debt.
There’s no one alive who can’t be purchased or enticed
There’s no man alive who wouldn’t sell for a price,
Money talks and we’re the living proof,
There ain’t no limit to what money can do
Money talks, money talks.

Money can’t breathe and money can’t see,
But when I pull out a fiver people listen to me.
Money can’t run and money can’t walk,
But when I write out a cheque I swear to God I hear money talk.
Money talks and, baby, when you’ve been bought
You pay attention every time money talks.
Money talks, money talks.

Money talks and there’s no doubt about it
Money talks and we can’t live without it,
What’s the point of living unless you’ve got money?
I just couldn’t function without money.
Money talks, money talks,
Money talks, money talks.

Show me an upright respected man
And I’ll have him licking my boots when I put money in his hand.
It rots your heart, it gets to your soul,
Before you know where you are you’re a slave to the green gold.
Money talks and we’re the living proof
There ain’t no limit to what money can do.
Money talks you out of your self-respect,
The more you crave it the cheaper you get.
Money talks, money talks.

Money buys you time and people listen,
Money can buy a smile and make life worth living.
If you’re ugly money can improve you.
I just couldn’t face the world without mazuma.
Money talks, money talks

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What a great tribute :pensive:

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I know we have been raving about this album. I was thinking exactly the same thing regarding this track as I listened yesterday. Think the lyric is very clever in parts.

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Live another Day - Dream Theater

Live another day
Climb a little higher
Find another reason to stay
Ashes in your hands
Mercy in your eyes
If you’re searching for a silent sky

You won’t find it here
Look another way
You won’t find it here
So die another day

The coldness of his words
The message in his silence
Face the candle to the wind
This distance in my voice
Isn’t leaving you a choice
So if you’re looking for a time to run away

You won’t find it here
Look another way
You won’t find it here
So try another day

They took pictures of our dreams
Ran to hide behind the stairs
And said, “Maybe when it’s right for you, they’ll fall”

But if they don’t come down
Resist the need to pull them in
And throw them away
Better to save the mystery
Than surrender to the secret
Whoa oh

You won’t find it here
Look another way
You won’t find it here
So try another day

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Cricket - The Kinks :laughing:

Some people say that life is a game, well if this is so
I’d like to know the rules on which this game of life is based.
I know of no game more fitting than the age old game of cricket
It has honor, it has character and it’s British.
Now God laid down the rules of life when he wrote those Ten Commandments
And to cricket those ten same rules shall apply.
Show compassion and self-righteousness and be honest above all
And come to God’s call with bat and ball.

Now the Devil has a player and he’s called the Demon Bowler,
He’s shrewd, he’s rude and he’s wicked.
He is sent by Sinful Satan and he’s out to take your wicket
And you know that that’s not cricket.
He’ll baffle you with googlies with leg breaks and off spin
But keep a level head and don’t let that demon in.
So keep a straight bat at all times, let the Bible be your guide
And you’ll get by, yes you’ll get by.

All through your life he’ll try to bowl you out
Beware the Demon bowler.
He’s crafty and deceitful and he’ll try to L.B.W.,
And bowl a maiden over.
The Devil takes the weak in spirit and so we must always be courageous
And remember that God is on your side.
So keep old Satan in your sights and play the straight and narrow line
And you’ll get by, yes you’ll get by.

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Such a simple song this, but I love it


‘Morning Town’ - Ron Sexsmith

Morning Town, on the other side
After the longest night
Where I tossed and turned inside a cloud
Till the morning came around

And shed its light on all the love I’ve known
The kindness you have shown
Till at once there was music all around
From bells of Morning Town

I heard the summer breeze whisper my name
To lift the evergreens. The feeling came
The feeling I had lost somewhere along the way

Morning Town, where the light appears
To dry up all our tears
Just to hear the train we feared was sorrow bound
Pull into Morning Town

This feeling I had lost somewhere along the way

Morning Town, on the other side
After the longest night
Where I tossed and turned inside a cloud
Till morning came around
And blessed the Morning Town

Noir Désir - l’homme pressé

J’suis un mannequin glacé
Avec un teint de soleil
Ravalé, homme pressé
Mes conneries proférées
Sont le destin du monde
Je n’ai pas le temps, je file
Ma carrière est en jeu
Je suis l’homme médiatique
Je suis plus que politique
Je vais vite, très vite
J’suis une comète humaine universelle

Je traverse le temps
Je suis une référence
Je suis omniprésent
Je deviens omniscient
J’ai envahi le monde
Que je ne connais pas
Peu importe j’en parle
Peu importe je sais
J’ai les hommes à mes pieds
Huit milliards potentiels
De crétins asservis
À part certains de mes amis
Du même monde que moi
Vous n’imaginez pas
Ce qu’ils sont gais

Qui veut de moi
Et des miettes de mon cerveau
Qui veut entrer
Dans la toile de mon réseau

Militant quotidien
De l’inhumanité
Des profits immédiats
Des faveurs des médias
Moi je suis riche, très riche
Je fais dans l’immobilier
Je sais faire des affaires
Y’en a qui peuvent payer
J’connais tout Paris
Et puis le reste aussi
Mes connaissances uniques
Et leurs femmes que je
Fréquente évidemment

Les cordons de la bourse
Se relâchent pour moi
Il n’y a plus de secrets
Je suis le Roi des rois
Explosé l’audimat
Pulvérisée l’audience
Et qu’est-ce que vous croyez
C’est ma voie c’est ma chance
J’adore les émissions
À la télévision
Pas le temps d’regarder
Mais c’est moi qui les fais
On crache la nourriture
À ces yeux affamés
Vous voyez qu’ils demandent
Nous les savons avides
De notre pourriture
Mieux que d’la confiture
À des cochons

Qui veut de moi
Et des miettes de mon cerveau
Qui veut entrer
Dans la toile de mon reseau

Vous savez qui je suis
Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé

Je suis un homme pressé
Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé

J’suis un militant quotidien
De l’inhumanité
Et des profits immédiats
Et puis des faveurs des médias
Moi je suis riche, très riche
Je fais dans l’immobilier
Je sais faire des affaires
Y’en a qui peuvent payer
Et puis je traverse le temps
Je suis devenu omniprésent
Je suis une super référence
Je peux toujours ram’ner ma science
Moi je vais vite, très vite
Ma carrière est en jeu
Je suis l’homme médiatique
Moi je suis plus que politique
Car je suis un homme pressé

Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé

Un homme pressé
Un homme pressé
Un hommne pressé

J’suis un militant quotidien
De l’inhumanité
Et des profits immédiats
Et puis des faveurs des médias
Moi je suis riche, très riche
Je fais dans l’immobilier
Je sais faire des affaires
Y’en a qui peuvent payer

Love, love, love
Dit-on en Amérique
Lioubov
Russie ex-Soviétique
Amour
Aux quatre coins de France


“The Gallery” - Joni Mtchell

When I first saw your gallery
I liked the ones of ladies
Then you began to hang up me
You studied to portray me
In ice and greens
And old blue jeans
And naked in the roses
Then you got into funny scenes
That all your work discloses

“Lady, don’t love me now I am dead
I am a saint, turn down your bed
I have no heart,” that’s what you said
You said, “I can be cruel
But let me be gentle with you”

Somewhere in a magazine
I found a page about you
I see that now it’s Josephine
Who cannot be without you
I keep your house in fit repair
I dust the portraits daily
Your mail comes here from everywhere
The writing looks like ladies’

“Lady, please love me now, I am dead
I am a saint, turn down your bed
I have no heart,” that’s what you said
You said, “I can be cruel
But let me be gentle with you”

I gave you all my pretty years
Then we began to weather
And I was left to winter here
While you went west for pleasure
And now you’re flying back this way
Like some lost homing pigeon
They’ve monitored your brain, you say
And changed you with religion

“Lady, please love me now I was dead
I am no saint, turn down your bed
Lady, have you no heart,” that’s what you said
Well, I can be cruel
But let me be gentle with you

When I first saw your gallery
I liked the ones of ladies
But now their faces follow me
And all their eyes look shady

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