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| Samwise | May 13 2006, 01:50 PM Post #1 |
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Hey all! Following up on a topic of the same name over at the McCartney board, I thought I'd share my lyrics with all of you here as well.
B) Let's start with what may be my most ambitious lyric (and one of my best IMHO), in large part a tribute to Bruce Springsteen... * * * ~TWO YOUNG LOVERS~ A Rock & Roll Suite in Four Parts Posted Image Movement I (How We Met) It was an evening at the end of June The night was coming on strong The air was hot and heavy with rain Singing a summer’s song I was gigging down a local bar Guys and dolls came trickling in To spend the night and hear us play Reeking of cigarettes and gin We ended our first set to scattered applause Rain trickled down the windows We were leading into something new Smoky air, lights low The door swung open to the tinkle of a bell I never paid attention to it usually But for whatever reason I looked up that night And saw you staring right back at me Movement II (No Turning Back) Mama’s little girl stepping out tonight Jeans that’d drive any man insane She’s got a feeling so big and wonderful That she can’t quite put her finger on it Going to that place where the city lives And the young men do the streetlight waltz till last call It’s coming on fast and it’s coming on strong But she’d do best not to linger on it There’s a guy been seen down the boardwalk Though no one can say for sure Roaring around in a ’67 Dodge And a checkered flag in his hand Beating down the windows on the lower east side With his dreams between his teeth Waiting for the race to begin While the passerby all wonder, “Who was that masked man?” That used to be you and me When the party was going And we hadn’t been invited Yeah, that was us way back when Before we found each other And love was ignited It blew in on a wayward breeze And launched its surprise attack But once it had us in its grip, babe There was no turning back Movement III (Our Night) We’d take the car And go out hitting the bars With no explanations given Come home two in the morning Without any warning Blinded by the light of downtown living Sneak in the backdoor Parents laying for you Saying, “You thought you were so clever!” Your mama’s mad And your daddy says he’s had it With these late-night teenage endeavors But baby you’re a woman now You don’t need their permission You’ve got a mind of your own You can make your own decisions They only want what’s best for you But they just can’t see That I’m the best thing that ever happened to you And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me And on that long and glorious night We held each other tight And gave ourselves over without a fight To the sacrificial rite I knew it then and I know it now It was our night Movement IV (Find the Sun) Now times have gotten tough We’re lost at sea in the middle of a hurricane Clouds veil the sun far above But we’ll weather the wind and we’ll weather the rain Give us something to believe in Whatever you can find for us Time’s got us on the run Give us something to put our faith in And someday we’ll find the sun Slim pickings and slimmer chances Barreling down the runway at a thousand miles an hour You know we may burn up on reentry But we’ve got the drive and we’ve got the power Put your head on my shoulder I’ll run my hand through your hair I’ll comfort you when you’re down and out And gasping for air ‘Cos it’s a long way down this avenue Of broken hearts and second-hand lives But with our heart on our sleeve And a foot on the gas Somehow we’ll survive Give us something to believe in Whatever you can find for us Time’s got us on the run Give us something to put our faith in And someday we’ll find the sun * * * |
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| Samwise | May 13 2006, 09:30 PM Post #2 |
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A Bob Dylan-influenced number, replete with obligatory Dylan allusion. One of the first lyrics I wrote that I can still bear to look at. :rolleyes: :lol: * * * Posted Image THERE'S A MAN OUT ON THE HIGHWAY There’s a man out on the highway A-running from the law His engines are burned out And his feet are raw He’s fleeing for the shining Gates Of misty Avalon Another mile of twisted palms And the fugitive will have gone But the hounds are at his heels With flashing eyes and headlights Leads held by clowns in sable coats They’ve got him in their sights They’re coming now to fetch him They’ll tell him where to go And keep him from escaping Out to Desolation Row They’ll hide his head down in the ground Of the Phony Land Where shaven monks with cloven hooves Will lead him by the hand It’s not so much in what they preach It’s more the turn of phrase That keeps a man dead on his feet Stumbling in a haze With fire and empty promises They’ll drive him deaf and blind Incarcerate his senses And suffocate his mind Get out before they catch you too And hang you from the skies With ropes of hope and magic tricks And sympathetic lies There’s a man out on the highway He’s made it through Avalon’s Gate Grazed by the groping fingertips of Fate * * * |
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| Samwise | May 13 2006, 11:34 PM Post #3 |
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Initially a poem, an experiment to see how many album titles I could cram into verse and remain at least semi-coherent. :lol: I picked it up a few months later, wrote the record shop "bookends", and there it was!
B) * * * SECOND-HAND RECORD STORE Posted Image It was a rainy day when I walked down To a record store on the corner I was looking for a shot of rhythm n’ blues The jingle-jangle of the bell as I open the door Shuffle in behind the second-hand rack Rifling old LPs with nothing to lose What’s this feeling? The radio dives Into the Music loud and clear Making Movies Out of the Blue… Through the window drift the Pet Sounds From the street, and the Moondance March Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band Playing in the park beneath the arch I hear there was a suicide a few years back In the warehouse next door Put a Revolver against his head And Let It Bleed on the floor The Wheels of Fire are turning around The Axis, Bold as Love But our Days of Future Passed have left them Rolling in the dust The Band on the Run has blown a tire On their Little Deuce Coup They were Born to Run – “Houses of the Holy or bust!” The Village Green Preservation Society Is picketing the Morrison Hotel They’re holding Tommy hostage And they know it well Mad Dogs & Englishmen Who Can’t Buy a Thrill Are Selling England by the Pound John Wesley Harding foots the bill I look behind me and I can see The Blood on the Tracks We’re in Dire Straits, we’ve gotta Sail Away And not a day too soon Babe I Wish You Were Here You know we’d have a ball Spend A Night at the Opera But till then I’ll see you on the Dark Side of the Moon What’s this feeling? Déjà Vu... The radio crackles and the music fades The movie reel winds down… Nothing new on the shelves today Oh wait, here’s one I’ve never heard before Take it to the register Pay out a fiver and head for the door But over my shoulder I take one last look The dispenser of my fantasies My second-hand record store * * * |
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| Emilee | May 14 2006, 01:36 AM Post #4 |
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Those are great! I especially love Second-Hand Record Store B) Keep it up!! :) |
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| Samwise | May 14 2006, 05:48 PM Post #5 |
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Thanks! :) I like that one too, I think it's one of the more fun, clever things I've written, saying little as that is. :rolleyes: :lol: |
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| Samwise | May 14 2006, 06:39 PM Post #6 |
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Inspired after listening to Pink Floyd's ANIMALS in a rather dark mood. It's definitely got that black Watersian thing about it. I've got this one worked out entirely (and as I forgot to mention There's a Man Out on the Highway), so if my band ever gets around to recording them I'll definitely post them.
B) * * * HEART ATTACK Posted Image Welcome to the Heart Attack We’ve been waiting for someone like you A lover, a dreamer Get those goddamn fantasies out of your head In the end you’re still gonna end up dead People are sheep Let’s get that straight from the start Fool them into following And you can rip out their hearts And they won’t even know How many times have you spoken But no one seemed to hear you? Well, you’re better than them anyway So satisfy your vanity If you can’t gain their respect, then make them fear you What are you concealing In that bleeding heart of yours? Either keep it hidden Or get it out in the open And lock the doors The trick is learning not to care How to keep up the façade The only second shot they’ll be getting’s From the firing squad We’ll make a man of you yet Teach you to hide your pain Close the shutters against the rain |
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| Samwise | May 16 2006, 07:24 PM Post #7 |
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A big rock ballad that builds up from a spare intro to a huge lush chorus. I've written a companion piece to this called The World of Dreams, and if my band gets around to recording this one I'll post that too.
^_^ * * * MY XANADU Posted Image I was walking down a rainy street I was looking for a place to meet Glancing up an empty stair Thought I saw you shining there I reached for you Though I knew it couldn’t be true You’re telling me it’s fantasy Whoa-oh just a fantasy But it felt so real to me I tried to follow on the wings of the night But she was soaring like a bird in flight She flew away She’s got me walking on the edge of a knife One false step will end my life But I’m falling (Instrumental Pre-Chorus) And so, my love, I’m leaving All that I have known Because there’s nothing You can see that isn’t shown And so my paradise My Xanadu beneath the summer moon I bid you farewell But someday I will return to you My Xanadu In the fields of my mind Was decreed a stately pleasure dome I saw you standing there And I knew at last I’d found my home The Avalon of my heart My Xanadu (Solo + Pre-Chorus) But now, my love, I’m leaving All that I have known You understand I’ve got to Make it on my own And so my paradise My Xanadu beneath the summer moon I bid you farewell But someday I will return to you My Xanadu * * * |
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| audrey | May 17 2006, 01:31 AM Post #8 |
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This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's Restaurant. You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room, seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump. Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our's down. That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage." After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station. Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again, which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid. Get in the back of the patrol car." And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station. They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to mention the aerial photography. After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?" Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog. And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not what I came to tell you about. Came to talk about the draft. They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York, and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604." And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy." Didn't feel too good about it. Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question. Have you ever been arrested?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre, with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever go to court?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!" And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said. "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing- you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting- officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there, and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words: ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?") I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington." And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement. And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar. With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does. Here it comes. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud. I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired. So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part harmony and feeling. We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing. All right now. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Excepting Alice You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Da da da da da da da dum At Alice's Restaurant |
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| Hey Jude | May 17 2006, 11:53 AM Post #9 |
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Wow. We were just listening to Arlo Guthrie the other night! B) |
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| Samwise | May 18 2006, 11:22 PM Post #10 |
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Ah, Alice's Restaurant, one of my all-time favourites right there. I used to listen to it constantly and actually transcribed it all by ear, the full 20 minutes or whatever, before I realized I could just log onto the internet and do a search. :blush: :lol: |
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| Samwise | May 18 2006, 11:31 PM Post #11 |
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This one I wrote just yesterday. It's just a fragment now and I could easily extend it. But I was looking it over and thought, you know, that really says everything I wanted it to already - maybe I should just leave it short. Any thoughts?
:) * * * Posted Image LIFE'S A PLAY Sometimes life’s a play And I’m an actor on the stage I may not like the plot Or the characters But the script ain’t something I can change The spotlight’s on us But no one knows their lines It’s all so unrehearsed We can only fear the worst But somehow in the end it turns out fine |
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| Samwise | May 19 2006, 06:35 PM Post #12 |
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An interesting little character-sketch piece ala Aqualung, starting off hard and nasty, then going soft and sweet for the middle before returning to rock at the end. You'll notice I worked in all four card suits into the lyrics...
:whistle: :lol: * * * QUEEN OF HEARTS Posted Image There's a Queen who reigns From the clubs in the city of the fireflies In an ebony tower Her decrees are her desires Her armies are in her eyes Give her half a chance And she’ll castrate any man she meets Give her a week She’ll have the King of Diamonds Begging in the streets She’s the Queen of Hearts The muscle behind the mind She’s the lady of the underground Sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll Dressed up and refined She’ll take misuse; she’ll take abuse And pay it back in spades She’ll take anything for free But don’t try to win her heart Or she’ll lay you in your grave She’s the Queen of Hearts The muscle behind the mind She’s the lady of the underground Sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll Dressed up and refined But sometimes when night has fallen The queen creeps out from behind the veil To walk alone in moonlight pale She gazes back with a tear in her eye At the city she calls home Is this what she wanted all those years ago When she ascended to the throne? Just because she rules with an iron fist Doesn’t mean she has a heart of steel Just because she refuses to Doesn’t mean she can't feel But when the sun rises she returns To steal behind the veil again And resume her reign She’s the Queen of Hearts The muscle behind the mind She’s the lady of the underground Sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll Dressed up and refined * * * |
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| Samwise | May 21 2006, 07:41 PM Post #13 |
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A breakup ballad with a twist - I've got a pretty kind of jangly acoustic arrangement on this one, we should have some recording equipment in about two weeks, so I'll post it when we do.
;) * * * ONE LAST TIME (LET IT SHINE) Posted Image We always promised we’d last forever We’d be together till the end of time The end of time comes sooner than you expect But if this is where our ways part Let’s part as friends at least And take a minute or two to reflect When time comes to say goodnight I hope you’ll look back on the whole affair With memories as fond as mine But before we turn out the light Let’s give this thing one last hurrah Light it up and let it shine Looking back All the things we could’ve, should’ve, would’ve done Given a second chance But living in the past Never really got us anywhere So let’s make this our last dance One last time Let’s relive the magic One last time Let’s pretend there’s no tomorrow Things really aren’t so tragic after all So before we call it quits Let it shine One last time Well, this is where we get off It was nice while it lasted But all good things must come to an end I can’t say I’m excited But at least we had some fun Now time will tell what’s waiting ‘round the bend Looking back All the things we could’ve, should’ve, would’ve done Given a second chance But living in the past Never really got us anywhere So let’s make this our last dance One last time Let’s relive the magic One last time Let’s pretend there’s no tomorrow Things really aren’t so tragic after all So before we call it quits Let it shine One last time |
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| maccascruff | May 21 2006, 08:05 PM Post #14 |
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I spent hours transcribing Alice's Restaurant when it was new. In those days, lyrics were not printed on albums or singles. I have it as a single and that was how I spent hours! |
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| Samwise | May 21 2006, 09:05 PM Post #15 |
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You see, I did the same thing. But I was doing it in the days of the internet, before I realized I could jump online and have it done for me. <_< :lol: |
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