more townes.. Dollar Bill Blues

 

If I had a dollar bill

Yes I believe I surely will

Go to town and drink my fill

Early in the morning

 

Little darlin' she's a red haired thing

Man she makes my legs to sing

Gonna buy her a diamond ring

Early in the mornin'

 

Mother was a golden girl

Slit her throat just to get her pearls

Cast myself into a world

Before a bunch of swine

 

It's a long way down the Harlan road

Busted back and a heavy load

Won't get through to save my soul

Early in the mornin'

 

I always been a gambling man

Roll them bones with either hand

Seven is the promised land

Early in the mornin'

 

Whiskey be my dyin' bed

Tell me where to lay my head

Not with me is all she said

Early in the mornin'

 

If I had a dollar bill

Yes I believe I surely will

Go to town and drink my fill

Early in the mornin'

had enough? :dozey: ..here's a nice upbeat number for the kids to sing along to

:stunned:

 

Lungs

 

by Townes Van Zandt

 

Well, won't you lend your lungs to me?

Mine are collapsing

Plant my feet and bitterly breathe

up the time that's passing.

Breath I'll take and breath I'll give

pray the day ain't poison

stand among the ones that live

in lonely indecision.

 

Fingers walk the darkness down

mind is on the midnight

gather up the gold you've found

you fool, it's only moonlight.

If you try to take it home

your hands will turn to butter

You better leave this dream alone

try to find another.

 

Salvation sat and crossed herself

called the devil partner

wisdom burned upon a shelf

who'll kill the raging cancer

Seal the river at its mouth

take the water prisoner

fill the sky with screams and cries

bathe in fiery answers

 

Jesus was an only son

and love his only concept

strangers cry in foreign tongues

and dirty up the doorstep

and I for one, and you for two

ai'nt got the time for outside

just keep your injured looks to you

we'll tell the world we tried

Stereophonics - A Thousand Trees

 

Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands

And I'm overhearing elder ladies

As the rumours start to fly

You can hear them in the school yard

In the scrap yard

In the chip shop

In the phone box

In the pool hall

At the shoe store

Every corner turn around

It started with a school girl

Who was running

Running home to her Mam and Dad

Told them she was playing, in the change room of the local foorball side

They said tell us again, she told them again, tell us the truth, they find it hard to believe

'Cause he taught our I was steve, he even trained me, taught our John who's a father of three

 

Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches

Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees

A thousand trees

 

You see it in the classroom

In the swimming pool

Where the match stick men are made

At the scout's hall

At the football

Where the wise we trust are paid

They all honour his name

He did a lot for the game

Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates

But they're ripping them down, stamping the ground

Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge

 

Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches

Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees

A thousand trees

 

Wake up, and smell the rain

Shake up, he's back to stay

He hasn't been on a holiday

His growing seeds don't believe

Why he's been away

From the school yard

Changing room

Playing field

Bathroom

Phone box

Office blocks

Corners turn around

They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame

Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates

And they're ripping them down, stamping the ground

Picture gathers dust in the bar

 

Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches

Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees

A thousand trees

A thousand trees

A thousand trees

Classic!!! :D

Yup :smug:

thats one of my favourites :D :P

Travis - Tied To The 90's

 

We're tied to the 90's

In the middle

It's terribly frightening

I'm takin' it fast

Takin' it slow

There's thunder & lightning

It's terribly frightening

Lord knows

Where it goes

But I know

That if so

Well I want to tell you

We're tired of the 90's

We're tired of the 90's

But we're tied to the 90's

Tied to the 90's

Remember the 80's

(They were something)

Were worse than the 90's

We're stuck in a path

Where fashion is fast

And nothin' is lasting

It's all ghetto blasting

And Lord knows

Where it goes

But I know

That if so well I want to tell you

We're tired of the 90's

We're tired of the 90's

Tied to the 90's

[Middle 8]

We're tired of the 90's

We're tired of the 90's

We're tired of the 90's

But we're tied to the 90's

Oh, we're tied to the 90's

We're tied of the 90's

We're tired of the nines

Tied to the nines

Tied to the 90's

thats one of my favourites :D :P

 

Same :D Fantastic song.

Not depressing enough for my taste. Townes Van Zandt, though, that's wrist-slashing music. But I'm stickin' by my favourite sad bastard...

 

Bright Eyes - The Vanishing Act

 

were you surprised that we never spoke

then in the still of the night

when nothing stirs I woke

and I gathered up some clothes

I never planned on this

but it's the way it goes

and now it all seems too familiar

like pages turned on calendars

we get the same twelve months

to fuck things up year after year

 

and I can't believe how down I am

like a well I'm being lowered in

that water stops, that bucket drops us

farther and farther down

farther and farther down

farther and farther down

 

well I guess that you never knew me

or at least not well enough

so I fill my gut with that dark red wine

til my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind

you won't see me there in that thick black air

yeah I'll finally make something disappear

 

I've been practicin' disappearing

and I think that I got it down

now there is no sun just a cellar

nowhere is sky

just that black, black dirt

yeah, now there is no sun it's just a cellar

nowhere is sky

just that black, black, black, black dirt

expanding outwards, just echoes for answers

 

not that it matters

if it's back or it's forwards

unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers

use them as markers

the place where your bed once stood

a time when it still felt good

 

but you'll get that feeling back

yeah, you just need sometime to think

and to add up the hell

get it straight in your mind

but to calculate cost

that may take some time

 

but I'm sure you'll get to feelin' better

yeah I just need some time to drink

so I fill my gut with that blood-red wine

til my insides swim and my veins unwind

I'll be lying there in that hot white air

once that something's gone it might never reappear

it might never reappear

it might never reappear

it might never reappear

:lol: @ wrist slashing music!! LOL well he did once throw himself out a 2 storey window :stunned:

Stereophonics - I Stopped To Fill My Car Up

 

I stopped to fill my car up

The car felt good that day

I didn't know where I was going

But it felt good for a change

A five and a pocket full of silver

I paid the lady no change

And then it started to piss down

I started driving again

And then I looked up

And looked in the mirror behind me

A man round forty in the back seat

Must have stepped in when I was empty

So why's he sat there just waiting

Likely to smash my face in

He had a bag full of money

He said just drive me away

I didn't know where I was going

Yet it felt good to be strange

And still I look up

And look in the mirror behind me

Curiosity is over

He stepped down from the car

He pulled a gun from his jacket

Said I was going to die

It gives me so much satisfaction

To watch you beg and cry

Well I just made up this story

To get your attention makes me smile

I never looked up or looked in the mirror behind me

:lol: @ wrist slashing music!! LOL well he did once throw himself out a 2 storey window :stunned:

 

who did? :o lol

Stereophonics - I Stopped To Fill My Car Up

 

I stopped to fill my car up

The car felt good that day

I didn't know where I was going

But it felt good for a change

A five and a pocket full of silver

I paid the lady no change

And then it started to piss down

I started driving again

And then I looked up

And looked in the mirror behind me

A man round forty in the back seat

Must have stepped in when I was empty

So why's he sat there just waiting

Likely to smash my face in

He had a bag full of money

He said just drive me away

I didn't know where I was going

Yet it felt good to be strange

And still I look up

And look in the mirror behind me

Curiosity is over

He stepped down from the car

He pulled a gun from his jacket

Said I was going to die

It gives me so much satisfaction

To watch you beg and cry

Well I just made up this story

To get your attention makes me smile

I never looked up or looked in the mirror behind me

 

 

WOW you;re just full of them today...good choice!

Bright Eyes - Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh

 

the phone slipped from a loose grip

the words were missed then, some apology

I didn’t want to tell you this

it’s just some guy she's been hanging out with

oh, I don’t know, the past couple of weeks I guess

thank you and hang up the phone

let the funeral start, hear the casket close

let’s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat

laughter pours from under doors in this house

I can’t understand that sound no more

seems artificial, like a tv set

 

haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh

this weight it must be satisfied

you offer only one reply, you know not what you do

but you tear and tear your hair from roots

of that same head you have twice removed

a lock of hair you swore would prove

our love would never die

well, ha ha ha!

 

I remember everything

the words we spoke on freezing south street

all those morning watching you get ready for school

you combed your hair inside the mirror

the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry

something 'bout those bright colours always made you feel better

now we speak with ruined tongues

and the words I screamed weren’t meant for anyone

it’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance

but there was once you

you said you hate my suffering

that you understood it and you’d take care of me

you'd always be there, well where are you now

 

haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh

the plans were never finalized

but left to hang like yarn and twine

dangling before my eyes

as you tear and tear your hair from roots

of that same head you have twice removed

a lock of hair you swore would prove

our love would never die

as I sing and sing of awful things

the pleasure that my sadness brings

as my fingers touch these shining strings

yet another clumsy chord

 

haligh, haligh, an awful lie

this weight will now be satisfied

I'm gonna give you only one reply, I know not who I am

so I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears

our conversations are circles

always one-sided, nothing is clear

except we keep comin' back

to a meaning that I lack

he says the choices were given

now you must live them

or just not live

do you want that?*

 

 

*At the show I went to in April he changed that line to "but we can't have that". Maybe he won't off himself after all.

ok bright eyes girl i shall appease you, this one is beautiful.

 

A Lover I Don't Have to Love

 

I picked you out

Of a crowd and talked to you.

Said I liked your shoes,

You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"

 

So it's up the stairs,

And out of view. No prying eyes.

I poured some wine.

I asked your name;

You asked the time.

 

Now it's two o'clock.

The club is closed,

We are up the block.

Your hands are on me,

Pressing hard against your jeans,

Your tongue in my mouth,

Trying to keep the words from coming out,

You didn't care to know

Who else may have been here before.

 

I want a lover I don't have to love,

I want a girl who is too sad to give a fuck.

Where's the kid with the chemicals?

I thought he said to meet him here,

But I'm not sure.

I've got the money

If you've got the time.

He said, "It feels good."

I said "I'll give it a try."

 

Then my mind went dark,

We both forgot where your car was parked.

Let's just take the train.

I'll meet up with the band in the morning

 

Bad actors, with bad habits...

Some sad singers, they just play tragic.

And the phone is ringing,

And the van is leaving

Let's just keep touching,

Let's just keep...keep singing

 

I want a lover I don't have to love,

I want a boy who's so drunk that he doesn't talk.

Where's the kid with the chemicals?

I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.

I need some meaning I can memorize.

The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

 

But you, but you...

 

You write such pretty words,

But life's no storybook.

Love's an excuse to get hurt.

And to hurt.

Do you like to hurt?

I do, I do.

Then hurt me,

Then hurt me,

Then hurt me...

WOW you;re just full of them today...good choice!

 

I'm always full of them :D I love Stereophonics! :wink3:

ok bright eyes girl i shall appease you, this one is beautiful.

 

A Lover I Don't Have to Love

 

I picked you out

Of a crowd and talked to you.

Said I liked your shoes,

You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"

 

So it's up the stairs,

And out of view. No prying eyes.

I poured some wine.

I asked your name;

You asked the time.

 

Now it's two o'clock.

The club is closed,

We are up the block.

Your hands are on me,

Pressing hard against your jeans,

Your tongue in my mouth,

Trying to keep the words from coming out,

You didn't care to know

Who else may have been here before.

 

I want a lover I don't have to love,

I want a girl who is too sad to give a fuck.

Where's the kid with the chemicals?

I thought he said to meet him here,

But I'm not sure.

I've got the money

If you've got the time.

He said, "It feels good."

I said "I'll give it a try."

 

Then my mind went dark,

We both forgot where your car was parked.

Let's just take the train.

I'll meet up with the band in the morning

 

Bad actors, with bad habits...

Some sad singers, they just play tragic.

And the phone is ringing,

And the van is leaving

Let's just keep touching,

Let's just keep...keep singing

 

I want a lover I don't have to love,

I want a boy who's so drunk that he doesn't talk.

Where's the kid with the chemicals?

I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.

I need some meaning I can memorize.

The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

 

But you, but you...

 

You write such pretty words,

But life's no storybook.

Love's an excuse to get hurt.

And to hurt.

Do you like to hurt?

I do, I do.

Then hurt me,

Then hurt me,

Then hurt me...

 

:blush: Painfully beautiful, thank you. :smug: Appeased.

yessss..we all surrender to the power of B.E. sooner or later :)

the replacements! WoooooooOO!!

 

Sadly, Beautiful (title says it all)

 

From the very first day that you were born

to the very last time you waved and honked your horn

had no chance at all to watch you grow

up so sadly, beautiful

up so sadly, beautiful

 

Baby needs a brand new pair of eyes

cause the ones you got now see only goodbyes

had no chance at all to let you know

oh so sadly, beautiful

sadly, beautiful

 

Well you got your father's hair

and you got your father's nose

but you got my soul

sadly, beautiful

 

From the very last time you waved and honked your horn

to a face that turned away pale and worn

had no chance at all to let you know

you left me sadly, beautiful

left me sadly, beautiful

Sadly, beautiful

so sadly

so sadly

Travis - Re-Offender

 

Keeping up appearences

Keeping up with the Jones'

Fooling my selfish heart

Going through the motions

But I'm fooling myself

I'm fooling myself

Cause you say you love me

And then you do it again

You do it again

You say your sorry's

And then you do it again

You do it again

Everybody thinks you're well

Everybody thinks I'm ill

Watching me fall apart

Falling under your spell

But you're fooling yourself

Your fooling yourself

Cause you say you love me

And then you do it again

You do it again

You say your sorry's

And then you do it again

You do it again and again and again and again and again

But you're fooling yourself

You're fooling yourself

Cause you say you love me

And then you do it again

You do it again

You say your sorry's

Then you do it again

You do it again

You say you love me

And then you do it again

You do it again

You say your sorry's

And then you do it again

You do it again and again and again and again and again

:lol: The power of B.E. Okay, moving on...

 

David Gray - A Clean Pair Of Eyes

 

hear me god I'm on the level

mappin' silence, seein' things

cryin' laughin' like the devil

and before the might of all that's seen

I'll raise my head and wake to dream anew

with a clean pair of eyes

 

murdered gold and colours flashing time

like blood, like flowing hair

faces merging, airplanes crashing

and before the might of all that's true

I'll raise my head and wake to dream anew

with a clean pair of eyes

 

a clean pair of eyes

don't need no-one to blame

don't need no disguise

no sugar to sweet my brain

a clean pair of eyes

 

today I need no commentary

today I do not need to speak

no explanation necessary

and before the might of all that's seen

I'll raise my head and wake to dream anew

with a clean pair of eyes

 

a clean pair of eyes

don't need no right or wrong

don't need no disguise

no sugar to fix my tongue

a clean pair of eyes

 

liquid air and flags that ripple

a tambourine of smoking suns

love that blinds us, fear that cripples

and before the might of all that's seen

I'll raise my head and wake to dream

 

and before the might of all that's true

I'll raise my head and dream anew

and before the might of all that's unnamed

I'll raise my head and dream again

dream again

dream again

dream again

dream again

30 Seconds To Mars - Fallen

Yeah, I've been to Jupiter

And I've fallen through the air

I used to live out on the moon

But now I'm back here down on earth

Why are you here?

Are you listening?

Can you hear what I am saying?

I am not here, I'm not listening

I'm in my head and I'm spinning

 

Is this who you are?

Some sweet violent urge

A weak fallen man

With the promise of an end?

 

All the pretty people died

Innocence is out of style

All the whores have gone away

Now there's nothing left for me

 

Why are you here, are you listening?

Can you hear what I am saying?

I am not here, I'm not listening

I'm in my head and I'm spinning

 

Is this who you are?

Some sweet violent urge

A weak fallen man

With the promise of an end?

 

Is this who you are?

Some sweet violent urge

A weak fallen man

With the promise of an end?

Potato Girl, by Our Lady Peace. Don't be fooled by the name of the song. It's actually about a guardian angel.

 

we live, we die

and I don't know the reasons we ask why

we hate, push

recent tests show we're all misunderstood

 

come on now something seizing

you know you lost your mind

you know we all need saving

she founod you late last night

you feel the madness caving

you know you just can't win

you know this, you know this

you know this but I'm just so tired of waking up

on the ground

 

I, well I never knew the girl

and I never knew the world hurt

I, well I never knew the girl

 

we beg, we pray

but everything still happens anyway

 

come on now something's cheesy

your conscience can't decide

she ke[t your will from caving

but left you paranoid

you feel the constant straining

she reappears divine

you know this, you know this

you know this but I'm just so tired of waking up

all alone

 

I, well I never knew the girl

and I never knew the world hurt

 

I'm just so tired of waking up on the ground

 

I, well I never knew the girl

and I never knew the world hurt

I, well I never knew the girl

and I never knew the world hurt, I

It's 10:45pm in Los Angeles. Dave Matthews is playing at the Home Depot Centre. But where am I? Sitting here :computer: They played fuckin' GRANNY!!! :shocked3: NOOOO!!! :wreck: Fuck me! :x I missed it, I missed it, I missed it! :cry2:

 

I apologise for my outburst. Here are the lyrics:

 

Dave Matthews Band - Granny

 

Hello, how are you doin’ today

I hope I find you feelin’ healthy

I’m so glad our paths crossed this time today

On our way into the night

 

I said it’s love, here we go, run around in circles

Baby, our love is well and sure and fine

Say love, run again, run into you screamin’

Baby, you turn to me it’ll all be well and fine

 

Stop

 

Only old and wise with clouded eyes

You can see what I can’t hide

Blindly, throw my faith, to the face

Of the next pretty girl to come my way

 

Here we are, all of us, stand around

Leaning heavy on each other

Wondering, hey, what it is just lies behind

Worried eyes of one another

 

I believe it’s love, here we go, come with me, I tell you

Silly baby, there’s not a thing to worry about here

And love, we run away, and turn around and smoke it

Silly baby, your heart into a thousand pieces dashed

 

Stop

 

Only old and wise with clouded eyes

You can’t see what I can hide

Blindly, throw my faith, to the face

Of the next good thing to come my way

 

I say it’s love, we run again, sing along and sing again

Silly baby, here we go together for awhile

And love, when I approach, turn around and burn it

You tell me, baby, your heart into a thousand pieces dashed

 

Love! baby!

Love! baby!

Love! baby!

Love! baby!

I have officially missed DMB's 2003 Summer Tour. :cry: Here's one of the songs I could've heard...

 

Dave Matthews Band - Gravedigger

 

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913,

made his great grandchildren believe you could live to 100 and 3

a 100 and 3, is forever when you're just a little kid so

Cyrus Jones lived forever

Gravedigger

when you dig my grave

could you make it shallow

so that I can feel the rain

Gravedigger

 

Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954,

she lost both of her babies in the second great war

now you should never have to watch

your only children lowered in the ground

I mean you should

never have to bury your own babies

Gravedigger

when you dig my grave

could you make it shallow

so that I can feel the rain

Gravedigger

 

Ring around the rosy

Pocket full of posies

ashes to ashes

we all fall down

 

Gravedigger

when you dig my grave

could you make it shallow

so that I can feel the rain

oh Gravedigger

 

Little Mikey Parsons, 67 to 75

He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died

when he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze

oh, 1940 to 1992

 

Gravedigger

when you dig my grave

could you make it shallow

so that I can feel the rain

Gravedigger

 

when you dig my grave

could you make it shallow

so that I can feel the rain

I can feel the rain

I can feel the rain

Gravedigger

 

Gravedigger

when you dig my grave

could you make it shallow

so that I can feel the rain

Gravedigger