Favourite Song lyrics


#121

“Walls And Doors” - Jackson Browne

Ever since the world’s existed
There’s one thing that is certain
There are those who build walls
And those who open doors
Ah but this my love I’m thinking you already knew

For some it’s always winter
While others have the spring
Some people find good fortune
While others never find a thing
Ah but this my love is something you already knew

That’s how it’s always been
And I know you know it
There can be freedom only when nobody owns it
I’m going to say that again
Because I know you know it
There can be freedom only when nobody owns it

Of what use is the moon if you don’t have the night?
Of what use is a windmill with no Quixote left who’ll fight?
Ah but this my love is something you already knew
At some point on the horizon
Sky can be confused with earth
Some people dream of God
While others dream of wealth
But of course my love this is what you see out on the street

It’s how it’s always been
And I know you know it
There can be freedom only when nobody owns it
Let me say that again
Because I know that we both know it
There can be freedom only when nobody owns it
When nobody owns it
When nobody owns it

Ever since the world’s existed
There’s one thing that is certain
Some people build walls
Others open doors


#122

“Strong And Wrong” - Joni Mitchell

Strong and wrong you win–
Only because
That’s the way its always been.
Men love war!
That’s what history’ s for.
History…
A mass–murder mystery…
His story

Strong and wrong
You lose everything
Without the heart
You need
To hear a robin sing
Where have all the songbirds gone?
Gone!
All I hear are crows in flight
Singing might is right
Might is right!

Oh the dawn of man comes slow
Thousands of years
And here we are…
Still worshiping
Our own ego

Strong and wrong
What is God’s will?
Onward Christian soldiers…
Or thou shall not kill…
Men love war!
Is that what God is for?
Just a Rabbit’s foot?
Just a lucky paw
For shock and awe?
Shock and awe!

The dawn of man comes slow
Thousands of years
Here we are
Still worshiping
Our own ego
Strong and Wrong!
Strong and Wrong!


#123


"Casino Nation" - Jackson Browne

In a weapons producing nation under Jesus
In the fabled crucible of the free world
Camera crews search for clues amid the detritus
And entertainment shapes the land
The way the hammer shapes the hand

Gleaming faces in the checkout counter at the Church of Fame
The lucky winners cheer Casino Nation
All those not on TV only have themselves to blame
And don’t quite seem to understand
The way the hammer shapes the hand

Out beyond the ethernet the spectrum spreads
DC to daylight, the cowboy mogul rides
Never worry where the gold for all this glory’s gonna come from
Get along dogies, it’s coming out of your hides

The intentional cultivation of a criminal class
The future lit by brightly burning bridges
Justice fully clothed to hide the heart of glass
That shatters in a thousand Ruby Ridges
And everywhere the good prepare for perpetual war
And let their weapons shape the plan
The way the hammer shapes the hand


#124


"Orphans Of Wealth" - Don McLean

There is no time to discuss or debate
what is right, what is wrong for our people.
Time has run out for all those who wait
with bent limbs and minds that are feeble.

And the rain falls and blows through their window
and the snow falls and blows through their door.
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation.
When the tides rise, they cover the floor.

They come from the north and they come from the south
and they come from the hills and the valleys.
And they’re migrants and farmers and miners and humans,
our census neglected to tally.

And the rain falls and blows through their window
and the rain falls and it blows through their door.
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation.
When the tides rise, they cover the floor.

And they’re African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian,
hungry and hopeless Americans.
The orphans of wealth and of adequate health,
disowned by this nation they live in.

And with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand,
yet but one more degradation.
And they’re treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps
this thriving and prosperous nation.

And the rain falls and blows through their window
and the snow falls and blows through their door.
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation.
When the tides rise, they cover the floor.

And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets,
infested, diseased and decaying.
With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze,
by the poisonous pools, they are playing.

In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs
with corpses breathing inside them.
And we pity their plight as they call in the night
and we do all that we can do to hide them.

And the rain falls and blows through their window
and the snow falls in white drifts that fold
and the tides rise with floods in the nursery.
And a child is crying, he’s hungry and cold,
his life has been sold, his young face looks old.
It’s the face of America, dying.


#125

#126

quand on a que l’amour - Jacques Brel

(take some time to translate these lyrics:really beautiful)

Quand on a que l’amour
A s’offrir en partage
Au jour du grand voyage
Qu’est notre grand amour

Quand on a que l’amour
Mon amour toi et moi
Pour qu’éclate de joie
Chaque heure et chaque jour

Quand on a que l’amour
Pour vivre nos promesses
Sans nulle autre richesses
Que d’y croire toujours

Quand on a que l’amour
Pour meubler de merveilles
Et couvrir de soleil
La laideur des faubourgs

Quand on a que l’amour
Pour unique raison
Pour unique chanson
Et unique secours

Quand on a que l’amour
Pour habiller matin
Pauvres et malandrins
De manteaux de velours

Quand on a que l’amour
A offrir en priиre
Pour les maux de la terre
En simple troubadour

Quand on a que l’amour
A offrir а ceux-lа
Dont l’unique combat
Est de chercher le jour

Quand on a que l’amour
Pour tracer un chemin
Et forcer le destin
A chaque carrefour

Quand on a que l’amour
Pour parler aux canons
Et rien qu’une chanson
Pour convaincre un tambour

Alors sans avoir rien
Que la force d’aimer
Nous aurons dans nos mains
Amis, le monde entier

:sunglasses:


#127

perlimpinpin - Barbara

Pour qui, comment quand et pourquoi ?
Contre qui ? Comment ? Contre quoi ?
C’en est assez de vos violences.
D’où venez-vous ?
Où allez-vous ?
Qui êtes-vous ?
Qui priez-vous ?
Je vous prie de faire silence.
Pour qui, comment, quand et pourquoi ?
S’il faut absolument qu’on soit
Contre quelqu’un ou quelque chose,
Je suis pour le soleil couchant
En haut des collines désertes.
Je suis pour les forêts profondes,
Car un enfant qui pleure,
Qu’il soit de n’importe où,
Est un enfant qui pleure,
Car un enfant qui meurt
Au bout de vos fusils
Est un enfant qui meurt.
Que c’est abominable d’avoir à choisir
Entre deux innocences !
Que c’est abominable d’avoir pour ennemis
Les rires de l’enfance !
Pour qui, comment, quand et combien ?
Contre qui ? Comment et combien ?
À en perdre le goût de vivre,
Le goût de l’eau, le goût du pain
Et celui du Perlimpinpin
Dans le square des Batignolles !
Mais pour rien, mais pour presque rien,
Pour être avec vous et c’est bien !
Et pour une rose entr’ouverte,
Et pour une respiration,
Et pour un souffle d’abandon,
Et pour ce jardin qui frissonne !
Rien avoir, mais passionnément,
Ne rien se dire éperdument,
Mais tout donner avec ivresse

Et riche de dépossession,
N’avoir que sa vérité,
Posséder toutes les richesses,
Ne pas parler de poésie,
Ne pas parler de poésie
En écrasant les fleurs sauvages
Et faire jouer la transparence
Au fond d’une cour au murs gris
Où l’aube n’a jamais sa chance.
Contre qui, comment, contre quoi ?
Pour qui, comment, quand et pourquoi ?
Pour retrouver le goût de vivre,
Le goût de l’eau, le goût du pain
Et celui du Perlimpinpin
Dans le square des Batignolles.
Contre personne et contre rien,
Contre personne et contre rien,
Mais pour toutes les fleurs ouvertes,
Mais pour une respiration,
Mais pour un souffle d’abandon
Et pour ce jardin qui frissonne !
Et vivre passionnément,
Et ne se battre seulement
Qu’avec les feux de la tendresse
Et, riche de dépossession,
N’avoir que sa vérité,
Posséder toutes les richesses,
Ne plus parler de poésie,
Ne plus parler de poésie
Mais laisser vivre les fleurs sauvages
Et faire jouer la transparence
Au fond d’une cour aux murs gris
Où l’aube aurait enfin sa chance,
Vivre,
Vivre
Avec tendresse,
Vivre
Et donner
Avec ivresse !

:sunglasses:


#128

#129

stolen car - Bruce Springsteen

I met a little girl and I settled down
In a little house out on the edge of town
We got married, and swore we’d never part
Then little by little we drifted from each other’s hearts

At first I thought it was just restlessness
That would fade as time went by and our love grew deep
In the end it was something more I guess
That tore us apart and made us weep

And I’m driving a stolen car
Down on Eldridge Avenue
Each night I wait to get caught
But I never do

She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote
When our love was young and bold
She said last night she read those letters
And they made her feel one hundred years old

And I’m driving a stolen car
On a pitch black night
And I’m telling myself I’m gonna be alright
But I ride by night and I travel in fear
That in this darkness I will disappear

:sunglasses:


#130

I love it when a Christmas song actually has meaning.


#131

devil and dust - Bruce Springsteen

I got my finger on the trigger
But I don’t know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There’s just devils and dust
We’re a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home’s a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust

I got God on my side
And I’m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a powerful thing, baby
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
And the smell began to rise

We’ve got God on our side
We’re just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a powerful thing, baby
It’ll turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Now every woman and every man
They wanna take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I’ve got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain’t enough
When I look inside my heart
There’s just devils and dust

Well I’ve got God on my side
And I’m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it’ll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

:sunglasses:


#132

Brilliant. One of his best (from my favourite Springsteen album!)


#133

wreck on the highway - Bruce Springsteen

Last night I was out driving
Coming home at the end of the working day
I was riding alone through the drizzling rain
On a deserted stretch of a county two-lane
When I came upon a wreck on the highway

There was blood and glass all over
And there was nobody there but me
As the rain tumbled down hard and cold
I seen a young man lying by the side of the road
He cried Mister, won’t you help me please

An ambulance finally came and took him to Riverside
I watched as they drove him away
And I thought of a girlfriend or a young wife
And a state trooper knocking in the middle of the night
To say your baby died in a wreck on the highway

Sometimes I sit up in the darkness
And I watch my baby as she sleeps
Then I climb in bed and I hold her tight
I just lay there awake in the middle of the night
Thinking 'bout the wreck on the highway

:sunglasses:


#134

point blank - Bruce Springsteen

Do you still say your prayers little darlin’ do you go to bed at night
Prayin’ that tomorrow, everything will be alright
But tomorrow’s fall in number in number one by one
You wake up and you’re dying you don’t even know what from

Well they shot you point blank you been shot in the back
Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that’s a fact
Right between the eyes baby, point blank right between the pretty lies that they tell
Little girl you fell

You grew up where young girls they grow up fast
You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked
but what they asked baby wasn’t right
you didn’t have to live that life,
I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet
These days you don’t wait on Romeo’s you wait on that welfare check
and on all the pretty things that you can’t ever have and on all the promises

That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes
Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You’re walkin’ in the sights, girl of point blank
and it’s one false move and baby the lights go out

Once I dreamed we were together again baby you and me
Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
We were standin’ at the bar it was hard to hear
The band was playin’ loud and you were shoutin’ somethin’ in my ear
You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four
You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor
You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin’ slow
And as I pulled you tighter I swore I’d never let you go

Well I saw you last night down on the avenue
Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you
You were standin’ in the doorway out of the rain
You didn’t answer when I called out your name
You just turned, and then you looked away like just another stranger waitin’ to get blown away

Point blank, right between the eyes
Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell
Point blank, shot straight through the heart,
Yea point blank, you’ve been twisted up till you’ve become just another part of it
Point blank, you’re walkin’ in the sights,
Point blank, livin’ one false move just one false move away
Point blank, they caught you in their sights
Point blank, did you forget how to love, girl, did you forget how to fight.
Point blank they must have shot you in the head
Cause point blank, bang bang baby you’re dead.

:sunglasses:


#135

“Far Afghanistan” - James Taylor

Back home in Indiana, we just learn to get along
Civilized and socialized they teach you right from wrong
How to hold your liquor and how to hold your tongue
How to hold a woman or a baby or a gun

But nothing will prepare you for the far Afghanistan
You can listen to their stories and pick up what you can
You listen to their stories maybe read a book or two
Until they send you out there, man you haven’t got a clue

Oh the Hindu Kush, the Band-e Amir, the Hazara

They tell you a tradition in the hills of Kandahar
They say young boys are taken to the wilderness out there
Taken to the mountain alone and in the night
If he makes it home alive they teach him how to fight

They fought against the Russians, they fought against the Brits
They fought old Alexander, talking ‘bout him ever since
And after 9/11 here comes your Uncle Sam
Another painful lesson in the far Afghanistan

I was ready to be terrified and ready to be mad
I was ready to be homesick, the worst I’ve ever had
I expected to be hated and insulted to my face
But nothing could prepare me for the beauty of the place

No matter what they tell you all soldiers talk to God
It’s a private conversation written in your blood
The enemy’s no different, badass holy wind
That crazy bastard talks to God and his God talks back to him


#136

“Red Army Blues” - The Waterboys

When I left my home and my family
My mother said to me
"Son, it’s not how many Germans you kill that counts
It’s how many people you set free!"

So I packed my bags
Brushed my cap
Walked out into the world
Seventeen years old
Never kissed a girl

Took the train to Voronezh
That was as far as it would go
Changed my sacks for a uniform
Bit my lip against the snow
I prayed for mother Russia
In the summer of '43
And as we drove the Germans back
I really believed
That God was listening to me

We howled into Berlin
Tore the smoking buildings down
Raised the red flag high
Burnt the reichstag brown
I saw my first American
And he looked a lot like me
He had the same kinda farmer’s face
Said he’d come from some place called Hazzard, Tennessee

Then the war was over
My discharge papers came
Me and twenty hundred others
Went to Stettiner for the train
Kiev! said the commissar
From there your own way home
But I never got to Kiev
We never came by home
Train went north to the Taiga
We were stripped and marched in file
Up the great siberian road
For miles and miles and miles and miles
Dressed in stripes and tatters
In a gulag left to die
All because Comrade Stalin was scared that
We’d become too westernized!

Used to love my country
Used to be so young
Used to believe that life was
The best song ever sung
I would have died for my country
In 1945
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
The brute will to survive!


#137

Love this track by Jackson. So early Springsteen.


"Lawless Avenues" - Jackson Browne

Papa hit him, Mama kissed him
Made him go to Catechism
With the sisters in their black and white
And all the time those city streets
Were teaching him another kind of wisdom
When to run and when to fight
Up at the playground after school
Listening to tales of the prison system
And those lawless avenues

Dawn on a half darkened street
A child’s footsteps repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues

Silent Joe went down so bad
He was the strongest fighter the avenues had
Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging
Someone from some other part of town
No one even seen it coming down
And you don’t hear no church bells ringing
And in the violent night the police light
Sweeps across the lots and the yards
Following those lawless avenues

Down on a half darkened street
Armies advance and retreat
And struggle to take control
From those lawless avenues

Manuelito’s sister Rosa
Ran away with a surfer from Hermosa
Manuelito, cuida a Rosa,
Hay mira como estan las cosas!
(Manuelito take care of Rosa
…Look at how things are)

But who could blame her after she saw
Every boy die who could have gotten close to her
Rosa es joven u solo quiere
ver la belleza del mundo
(Rosa is young and only wants
To see the beauty of the world)

Manuel said:
"You gotta fight for what you want in this life"
Just before they shipped him overseas to 'Nam
Otra guerra sin razon
Otra guerra sin fin, sin honor
(Another war without reason,
Another war without end, without honor)

And she was fighting to understand
When they shipped Manuelito’s body home
All she heard was one more shot
Echoing down lawless avenues

Hoy amigo, tal igual como ayer,
La lucha en el barrio no cambia
Nuestros hijos son los que han de crecer
Por ley de la calle, viviendo entre abrazos
Y chingazos
(Today my friend, just like yesterday,
The struggle in the barrio doesn’t change.
Our children are the ones to grow up
By the law of the street
Living between hugs and blows)

Down on a half darkened street
Fathers’ and sons’ lives repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues

En el calor de la calle
(In the heat of the street)
Buscan valor en la calle
(Looking for valor in the street)
Hasta final de la calle
(Till the end of the street)


#138

#139

“Golden Autumn Day” - Van Morrison

Well I heard the bells ringing, I was thinking about winning
In this God forsaken place
When my confidence was well, then I tripped and I fell
Right flat on my face
Now I’m standing erect, and I feel like coming back
And the sun is shining gold
Put a smile on my face, get back in the human race
And get on with the show

And I’m taking in the Indian Summer
And I’m soaking it up in my mind
And I’m pretending that it’s paradise
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day

In the wee midnight hour I was parking my car
In this dimly lit town,
I was attacked by two thugs, who took me for a mug
And shoved me down on the ground
And they pulled out a knife, and I fought my way up
As they scarpered from the scene
Well this is no New York street, and there’s no Bobby on the beat
And things ain’t just what they seem

And I’m taking in the Indian Summer
And I’m soaking it up in my mind
And I’m pretending that it’s paradise
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day

Who would think this could happen in a city like this
Among Blake’s green and pleasant hills,
And we must remember as we go through September
Among these dark satanic mills
If there’s such a thing as justice I could take them out and flog them
In the nearest green field
And it might be a lesson to the bleeders of the system
In this whole society

And I’m taking in the Indian Summer
And I’m soaking it up in my mind
And I’m pretending like it’s paradise
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day
On a golden autumn day, on a golden autumn day, golden autumn day …


#140

“Ancient Highway” - Van Morrison

There’s a small cafe on the outskirts of town
I’ll be there when the sun goes down
Where the roadside bends
And it twists and turns
Every new generation
And I’ll be praying to my higher self
Don’t let me down, keep my feet on the ground

There’s a roadside jam playin’ on the edge of town
In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway
When the train whistle blows
All the sadness that Hank Williams knows
And the river flows
Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns
In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast
Where Georgie knows best
What it’s like to be Daniel in the lion’s den
Got so many friends only most of the time

When the grass is high and the rabbit runs
Though it’s talkin’ to you and I
And every new generation comes to pay
The dues of the organ grinder jam
And the grinder’s switch of the sacrifice
Everybody made to be rational with understanding
And I’ll be praying to my higher self
Oh, don’t let me down, keep my feet on the ground

What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt
That won’t go away no matter how hard they try
They’ve got to pay time and time again, time and time again
I’ll be praying to my higher self
And I’ll be standin’ there, where the boats go by
When the sun is sinking way over the hill
On a Friday evening when the sun goes down
On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away
I wanna slip away, got to get away
And I’ll be praying to my higher self
Don’t let me down, keep my feet on the ground, don’t let me down

You’ll be cryin’ again, you’ll be cryin’ again, you’ll be cryin’ again
By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes
Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down
Over the hill, with a sense of wonder
Everything gonna be right on a Friday evening
All the cars go by all along down
The ancient highway
And I’ll be praying, I’ll be praying to my higher self
Don’t let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground

Travelling like a stranger in the night, all along the ancient highway
Got you in my sights, got you on my mind
I’ll be praying in the evening when the sun goes down
Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight
As the beams on the cars from the overpass
On the ancient highway shine like diamonds in the night
Like diamonds in the night
I’ll be praying to my higher self, to my higher self
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down

And you’ll be standing there, while the boats go by
While the boats go by on a Friday evening
Shining your light, shining your light on a Friday evening
Got to slip away, got to slip away down that ancient highway
In a town called Paradise, in a town, in a town
All along, all along that road, all along that road,
All along that road with the trancelike vision

I’ll be praying to my higher self, don’t let me down, don’t let me down
Keep my feet on the ground, keep my feet on the ground,
Keep my feet on the ground
Friday evening got to slip away
Watching the view from a car from the overpass
And we’re driving down that ancient road
Shining like diamonds in the night, oh diamonds in the night
All along the ancient highway
Got you in my sight, got you in my mind
Got you in my arms and I’m praying, and I’m gonna pray
I’m gonna pray, to my higher self, ah don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, give me the fire, ah give me the fire