Favourite Song lyrics


#21

“mandela day” - Simple Minds

It was 25 years they take that man away
Now the freedom moves in closer every day
Wipe the tears down from your saddened eyes
They say Mandela’s free so step outside
Oh oh oh oh Mandela day
Oh oh oh oh Mandela’s free

It was 25 years ago this very day
Held behind four walls all through night and day
Still the children know the story of that man
And I know what’s going on right through your land

25 years ago
Na na na na Mandela day
Oh oh oh Mandela’s free

If the tears are flowing wipe them from your face
I can feel his heartbeat moving deep inside
It was 25 years they took that man away
And now the world come down say Nelson Mandela’s free

Oh oh oh oh Mandela’s free

The rising suns sets Mandela on his way
Its been 25 years around this very day
From the one outside to the ones inside we say
Oh oh oh oh Mandela’s free
Oh oh oh set Mandela free

Na na na na Mandela day
Na na na na Mandela’s free

25 years ago
What’s going on
And we know what’s going on
Cos we know what’s going on

:sunglasses:


#22

Where’s all Fish’s lyrics ???


#23

too obvious :wink:
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#24

Get it sorted lads or I’ll warn you, some Slayer is going up !!! :sweat_smile::wink:


#25

“Born in the USA” - Bruce SPRINGSTEEN

I always found funny that Ronald Reagan chose this song as an anthem of his political meetings and thought that it was a song to the american glory and power!
We know Springsteen’s political positions!
It’s on the opposite a song again the american policy!..anyway

Born down in a dead man’s town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son don’t you understand now"
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They’re still there he’s all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I’m ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain’t got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I’m a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.

:sunglasses:


#26

This is a favourite of mine at the moment. A wonderful merging of physical and ethereal images.

Possession by Sarah Mclachlan

Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide
would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?

and I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
and after, I’d wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear

Through this world I’ve stumbled
so many times betrayed
trying to find an honest word to find
the truth enslaved
oh you speak to me in riddles
and you speak to me in rhymes
my body aches to breathe your breath
your words keep me alive

And I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
and after, I’d wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear

Into this night I wander
it’s morning that I dread
another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread
oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
nothing stands between us here
and I won’t be denied

and I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
and after, I’d wipe away the tears
just close your eyes…


#27

“Tara” - Fish

I want to be there in the morning, I want to wake up by your side.
If I can make it back I’ll be there, if I can catch the early flight.
I’ll bring you dragon’s teeth from silver beaches, shells from Africa.
I’ll give you China dolls and silken shawls, orchids for your hair,
Treasures drowned in sunken galleons, jewels from desert caves when I get there.

We’ll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up
We’ll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up
In the morning

I’ll guard you from the monsters on the TV,
From the pirates in the corners of your dreams.
I’ll keep you from the cold and safe from trolls, from the bad men while you play.
I’ll hunt for crocodiles and snakes with smiles I’ll keep them
Far away from your innocence in all it’s wonder.

We’ll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up
We’ll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up
In the morning, in the morning, when the sun comes up

:sunglasses:


#28

Well, naturally Fish lyrics :smile: :musical_score:


#29

‘The Impossible Dream’ - Andy Williams (and many others!)

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell for a heavenly cause

And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell for a heavenly cause

And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest


#30

“pilgrim’s address” - Fish

Mr President, you don’t know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
Because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
All I ask for in return is the truth.
Can we just be honest, I’ve heard that speech is free
So please believe me that this address is sincere
I’m no-one special, just a regular guy
But I just can’t keep on wondering why
That the shells we fired they now kill our own
And we waste away like shadows in our homes.
I fell from blue skies, fought through desert storms
I froze in firefights, I killed someone,
That had a father who loved him just like mine
Who believed the sacrifice was justified
In the name of freedom and in the name of God
While shifting sands hid all our sins and all the blood
In the wake of glory, I flew back home
I watch videos at night in my uniform
Of those towns and cities being blown apart
By those bombs that fool the people by being smart
As they flew down chimneys, flew along corridors
And explode on film and everyone goes 'awe!'
And you read the stories about how no-one’s killed
And I think about the photos that I kept
To remind me that it was all for real
And the ghost that I’ve become will be released
To the sands still shifting that cover all the lies
About what really happened and who really died.
Was it really worth it?
Was it worth the cost?
Did we really take the high ground or have we lost all the moral battles, did we lose the war?
Mr President I need to know for sure
That with all this knowledge, all this control
That we were on the right side after all
That we weren’t lied to, that we weren’t used
And the country that we fought for still upholds the truth.
Mr President you don’t know my name
But you can find it if you really cared
It’s on a black wall, it’s on a cross of stone
In the Balkan States, the Gulf and close to home
On not so foreign islands out on city streets
Mr President, just tell me why I’m here
This is my question, this is my life, this is my address
Mr President
Mr President, Mr President
This is my address, this is my address, this is my address,
Mr President
Mr President
This is my address

:sunglasses:


#31

“the boxer” - Simon And Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy.
Though my story’s seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.

When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.

Lie-la-lie…

Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so
lonesome
I took some comfort there.

Lie-la-lie…

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone,
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren’t bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains

Lie-la-lie…

I love this song!

:sunglasses:


#32

“la montagne” - Jean Ferrat

Ils quittent un à un le pays
Pour s’en aller gagner leur vie
Loin de la terre où ils sont nés
Depuis longtemps ils en rêvaient
De la ville et de ses secrets
Du formica et du ciné
Les vieux ça n’était pas original
Quand ils s’essuyaient machinal
D’un revers de manche les lèvres
Mais ils savaient tous à propos
Tuer la caille ou le perdreau
Et manger la tomme de chèvre

Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s’imaginer
En voyant un vol d’hirondelles
Que l’automne vient d’arriver ?

Avec leurs mains dessus leurs têtes
Ils avaient monté des murettes
Jusqu’au sommet de la colline
Qu’importent les jours les années
Ils avaient tous l’âme bien née
Noueuse comme un pied de vigne
Les vignes elles courent dans la forêt
Le vin ne sera plus tiré
C’était une horrible piquette
Mais il faisait des centenaires
A ne plus que savoir en faire
S’il ne vous tournait pas la tête

Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s’imaginer
En voyant un vol d’hirondelles
Que l’automne vient d’arriver ?

Deux chèvres et puis quelques moutons
Une année bonne et l’autre non
Et sans vacances et sans sorties
Les filles veulent aller au bal
Il n’y a rien de plus normal
Que de vouloir vivre sa vie
Leur vie ils seront flics ou fonctionnaires
De quoi attendre sans s’en faire
Que l’heure de la retraite sonne
Il faut savoir ce que l’on aime
Et rentrer dans son H.L.M.
Manger du poulet aux hormones

Pourtant que la montagne est belle
Comment peut-on s’imaginer
En voyant un vol d’hirondelles
Que l’automne vient d’arriver ?

:sunglasses:


#33

“The Seer” - Big Country

Long ago I heard a tale I never will forget
The time was in the telling on the bank the scene was set
The sky was rolling blindly on, the daylight had not gone
She washed her hair among the stones and saw what was to come
All this will pass
There will be blood among the corn and heroes in the hills
But there is more to come my boy before you’ve had your fill
Men will come and rape the soil as though it were their own
And they will bathe their feet in oil as I have bathed my own

All this will pass
All things must come
Just as I tell you here

Stones will stand together as if searching for the stars
And all come crashing down again before they reach too far
She turned to face the setting sun, I turned to walk away
But then she called my name again and beckoned me to stay

All this will pass
All things must come
Just as I tell you here

She told me of the famous sons who write their names in peace
Yet be cut down before the time has come for our release
Just as I tell you here
Even now I wait for the coming day
Even now she waits in the dawn
For the tales she tells, for the gifts that she will sell
For the sight she knows, for a vision that still grows
With the dream in her eyes no one’s seen

I listened for so long that day that I can hardly tell
If what she said was heaven sent or brought to bear in hell
That men of hope would stand alone and still be cast a lie
Just as Romans cast them on the day they were to die

All this will pass
All things must come
Just as I tell you here

Even now I wait for the coming day
Even now she waits in the dawn
For the tales she tells, for the gifts that she will sell
For the sight she knows, for a vision that still grows
With the dream in her eyes no one’s seen


#34

“A Case Of You” - Joni Mitchell

Just before our love got lost you said,
"I am as constant as a northern star."
And I said, “Constantly in the darkness,
Where’s that at?
If you want me I’ll be in the bar.”

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh, Canada
With your face sketched on it twice.

Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh, I would still be on my feet.

Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints.
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid.

I remember that time you told me
You said, "Love is touching souls."
Surely you touched mine.
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time.

Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet.
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
And still I’d be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds.
And she said, “Go to him, stay with him if you can
but be prepared to bleed.”

Oh, but you are in my blood
You’re my holy wine
You’re so bitter
bitter and so sweet.
Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
still I’d be on my feet
I would still be on my feet.


#35

“forgotten sons” - Marillion (Fish)

Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he’ll maim you, he’ll wound you, he’ll kill you
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep

Your mother sits on the edge of the world
W when the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he’s one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen’s hull from the safety of his living room chwair
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall

Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs

Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend

You’re just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children’s stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist’s smile
The bomber’s arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons

From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
For a second you’ll be famous but labelled posthumous

Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son

:sunglasses:


#36

probably my favourite song of the King! (even if he has not written it)

“In The Ghetto” - Elvis Presley

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
’cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
it’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin’,
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

:sunglasses:


#37

“brothers in arms” - Dire Straits

These mist-covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you’ll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you’ll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I’ve witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged high
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There’s so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun’s gone to hell
And the moon riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it’s written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We’re fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

:sunglasses:


#38

“The Sound Of Silence” - Simon and Garfunkel

pure beauty!

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools,” said I, "You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.

:sunglasses:


#39

An absolute classic song . :slight_smile:


#40

Not often you can say this about lyrics, but they are pure poetry. Beautiful.