Quotes and lyrical snippets…

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You guys know how it goes:

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the
Inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will
shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness
for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious
Anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you will know
My name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee

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Where’s that from, the Bible? I’ve never heard it before.

“Say ‘what’ again!”

It seems to be a set of random misquoted verses mushed together
.
It does make me wonder…

For well you know that it’s a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

I’m happy
Hope you’re happy too

Al-x wrote:

I’m happy
Hope you’re happy too

I’m only happy when it rains.

Dave wrote:

Al-x wrote:

I’m happy
Hope you’re happy too

I’m only happy when it rains.

So as a resident of Great Britain, you’re happy almost everyday then?

He who fucks nuns will later join the church

To be or not to be
That is the question

Al-x wrote:

To be or not to be
That is the question

Cause if you want the best ‘uns
And you don’t ask questions
Then brother I’m your man

Al-x wrote:

To be or not to be
That is the question

.
Wrong. Vic Sage is The Question.

Don’t be a hayta
Hate the game, not the playa

Quite a loony selection for a group of drunken reprobates.

Andy wrote:

Quite a loony selection for a group of drunken reprobates.

An apt description for the denizens of The Carrier.

A scrub is a guy
Who thinks he’s fly
Whose also known as a buster

To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

The banners are hanging at half mast today
While men in high towers do nothing but pray
If he had harmed you with flesh of his own
We’d hunt him and hound him with sticks and with stones
But he entered your body with fire and with lead
So we’ll fight for his freedom as we lay your head
And why are you talking of terror? you say
Well there’s no need for language like that here today
He was young, he was wild, he was sick, he was white
So there’s no speak of terror this terrible night
So hush now my darling, lie still and sleep
The country is silent, refusing to speak
And hush you crybabies who will not agree
With the rights of the grave in the land of the free

When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, “Son, when you grow up
You will be the savior of the broken
The beaten, and the damned?”

In ancient times,
Hundreds of years before the dawn of history
Lived a strange race of people, the Druids
No one knows who they were or what they were doing
But their legacy remains

And he’s fighting for Canada,
he’s fighting for France,
he’s fighting for the USA,
and he’s fighting for the Russians
and he’s fighting for Japan,
and he thinks we’ll put an end to war this way

Marie Curie was Polish born but French bred (French bread!)
Of course she ended up dead, from radiation
Slow, invisible suffocation
Down the 24 hour garage or any service station
I lead my life in a quest for information
Sensurrounded by pies and books
Middle-aged drivers and deranged cooks

I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies and hypotheses
Can’t define how I be dropping these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultraviolet shine blind forensics
I inspect you through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block

I never ever ask what do you do
I never ever ask what’s in your mind
I never ever ask if you’ll be mine
Come and smile
Don’t be shy
Touch my bum – this is life

Fourth day, five day marathon
We’re moving like a parallelogram

You can’t start a fire without a spark

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks er two fives are ten carry the one geez maths is hard six hundred and fifty seven miles la la dum dum la la dum dum

You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes
You’ll find
You get what you need

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
Well it smells of cheap wine, cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn
I’m so alone and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin’ dreams
I think of death, it must be killin’ me

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.

Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother fuck him and John Wayne
‘Cause I’m Black and I’m proud
I’m ready and hyped plus I’m amped
Most of my heroes don’t appear on no stamps

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Take back Vanessa Redgrave
Take back Joe Piscopo
Take back Eddie Murphy
Give ’em all some place to go

Too drunk, to fuck
I’m sick soft gooey and cold
Too drunk to fuck

I want to shower you with sugar lumps
And ride you over fences
Polish your hooves every single day
And bring you to the horse dentist

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
The moon, beautiful
The sun, even more beautiful
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Beautiful
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

I play in a band, we’re the best in the land
We’re big in both Chelsea and France
I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar
There’s a line of chicks waiting for their chance
So come on now honey, I’ll make you feel pretty
These other gals mean nothing to me
Let’s finish these drinks and be gone for the night
‘Cause I’m more than a handful, you’ll see

I like to move it move it
I like to move it move it
I like to move it move it
You like to
Move it!

A huge disco hit in the ’70’s, full of deep, meaningful, uh…

Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Up, up to the sky
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Up, up to the sky
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Fly, robin fly
Up, up to the sky

Just smile for me
And let the day begin
You are the sunshine
That lights my heart within

And I’m sure that
You’re an angel in disguise
Come take my hand and
Together we will rise

Hirnsäge – Kopfsäge
Hirnsäge – Bombenalarm
Hirnsäge – Augensäge
Hirnsäge – Bombenalarm
Kopfsäge – Tagesschau
Hirnsäge – Atemsäge
Fleischsäge – Sendeschluss
Kopfsäge – Hirnsäge – Bombenalarm
Hirnsäge – Vitamin
Hirnsäge – Hirnsäge

A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah!

I’ve always loved the lyrics to this song, written in 1973; but they seem more poignant and fitting now for my country.

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken And certainly misused
But I’m all right, I’m all right, I’m just weary to my bones
Still, you don’t expect to be Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

And I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered or driven to its knees
But it’s all right, it’s all right, We’ve lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road we’re traveling on
I wonder what went wrong. I can’t help it, I wonder what went wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower, We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age’s most uncertain hour and sing an American tune
But it’s all right, it’s all right; You can’t be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day And I’m trying to get some rest
That’s all I’m trying to get some rest

Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together
I’ve got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner’s pies
And we walked off to look for America

That was cool

I like to be in America
Okay by me in America
Everything free in America
For a small fee in America
Skyscrapers bloom in America
Cadillacs zoom in America
Industry boom in America
Twelve in a room in America
Lots of new housing with more space
Lots of doors slamming in our face
I’ll get a terrace apartment
Better get rid of your accent
Life can be bright in America
If you can fight in America
Life is all right in America
If you’re all white in America

Al-x wrote:

A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah!

I danced to Smells Like Teen Spirit at a wedding the day before yesterday. It was followed by this:

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites

Her name was McGill
And she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy

Her name was Nancy
Her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery

Stonn…
She is yours.
After a time,
You may find that having
Is not so pleasing a thing after all
As wanting.
It is not logical,
But it is often true

[Rocket]

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Way down.
Deep.
In the middle of the Congo.

A hippo took:
an apricot;
a guava;
and a mango.

He stuck it with the others, and he danced.

(A dainty tango.)

The rhino said, “I know…”

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in the ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

“Vincent” by Don McLean

One of Tupac Shakur’s favorite songs

Dave wrote:

Way down.
Deep.

I’m gonna take you down
Deep down to the front lines

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you’d be
The Chosen One.

She said: You’re one in a million
You’ve got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes

You woke up this morning
All that love had gone
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong

But you’re looking good, baby
I believe you’re feeling fine,(shame about it)
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes

You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down
Lord above, thing’s ain’t been the same
Since the blues walked into town
But you’re one in a million
You’ve got that shotgun shine (shame about it)
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes
You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes

When you woke up this morning everything was gone
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes
Like a voice trying to tell you there’s something you should know
Last night you were flying but today you’re so low
Ain’t it times like these that make you wonder if
You’ll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to the others;
Wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers
Don’t you wish you didn’t function, don’t you wish you
Didn’t think beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink?
Well you do so make up your mind to go on, ’cause
When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
You want to be the Chosen One

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
You got yourself a gun

I’m always annoyed at myself for passing up on the chance to see Alabama 3 who’ve played several times in my neck of the woods over the past few years. Given one of the main guys died this year (can’t recall his name) I dont know if they’ll continue to tour.

I got soul but I’m not a soldier

I’ve got B.O. but I’m not Bohemian.

After hearing it on the radio the other day…

Straight outta Compton comes a brother that’ll smother your mother.

Fucking love that line and its delivery.

I’d rather be a forest than a street

Yes I would, if I could, I surely would

Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What’s all these crazy questions they’re askin’ me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don’t turn on the lights ’cause I don’t want to see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said “That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think momma’s chocking from the smell of stale perfume
And the cigarette you’re smoking about to scare me half to death
Open up the window, let me catch my breath
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said “That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son, son, son”
Some radio is blastin’
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
I’m lookin’ at my girlfriend
She just passed out on the floor
I’ve seen so many things
I ain’t never seen before
Don’t know what it is
I don’t want to see no more
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come (Mama told me)
She said “That ain’t the way to have fun, no” (no, no)
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
Mama told me, mama told me
Mana told me, mama told me
Mama told me not to come (Mama told me not to come)
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, no, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son” (Mama told me)
Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me not to come (Mama told me not to come)
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun” (oh no, no)

And we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Take a load off your feet
Hear what I’m saying
Hear what I’m saying
It will set your mind at ease

I was just a man
A lonely man indeed
God took all my troubles
Yes He did, He set me free

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

He led me to discover
The man that I could be
Let Him be your leader
He’s so good He’ll set you free

Listen to my story
Listen to my plea
Let Him be your leader
He will end your misery

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Take a load off your mind
Ride the mighty glory
Listen to my story
Ride the mighty high

Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high
Come on and ride the mighty high

A lovestruck Romeo sang the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, “You and me, babe, how about it?”
Juliet says, “Hey, it’s Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack”
He’s underneath the window, she’s singing, “Hey, la, my boyfriend’s back
You shouldn’t come around here singing up at people like that
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?”
“Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet, and you exploded into my heart
And I forget, I forget the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?”
Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame
Both dirty, both mean, yes, and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?
When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, yeah
Now you just say “oh, Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him”
“Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry
You said ‘I love you like the stars above, I’ll love you till I die’
There’s a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?”
I can’t do the talk like they talk on the TV
And I can’t do a love song like the way it’s meant to be
I can’t do everything but I’d do anything for you
I can’t do anything except be in love with you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of Orion
Julie, I’d do the stars with you any time
“Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
You said ‘I love you like the stars above, I’ll love you till I die’
There’s a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?”
And a lovestruck Romeo, he sang the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
He says something like, “You and me, babe, how about it?
You and me, babe, how about it?”

Rocket wrote:

A lovestruck Romeo

I’ve always loved this song for some reason.

“The seed must grow regardless of the fact that it’s planted in stone.” –Tupac Shakur

Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down!

Buddy, you’re a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place, singin’
We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
Buddy, you’re a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place
We will, we will rock you, sing it!
We will, we will rock you
Buddy, you’re an old man, poor man
Pleading with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday
You got mud on your face, big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place
We will, we will rock you, sing it
We will, we will rock you, everybody
We will, we will rock you, hmm
We will, we will rock you
Alright

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you

I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down

Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don’t know me,
But I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
As you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
Hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
Of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
Completion of their appointed rounds.

Hello, is it me you’re looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and my arms are open wide
‘Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do

Hello, is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?

I wish I was

Homeward bound

So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B’s sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I want to go home
Let me go home

It is seven long years since three ships of fame
Caused my dear husband to cross the main,
And a hundred seamen of courage stout
A northwest passage for to find out.
.
They sail-ed east and they sail-ed west
To find their passage they knew not best.
Ten thousand pounds would I freely give
If I only knew if my husband lived.
.
In Baffin Bay where the whale fish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know.
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell,
Lord Franklin along with his sailors do dwell.

I light the fire
You place the flowers in the vase
That you bought today

On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

I read the news today…
Oh boy

Yesterday’s paper
Telling yesterday’s news

For @DavidM

and, lo, an horror of great darkness fell upon him.

DavidM wrote:

Yesterday’s paper
Telling yesterday’s news

Go watch the TV
Tell me what you see
All these bleeding wounds
And rising seas, they don’t mean much to me
From the couch here, I plead apathy

The politicians, they don’t speak for me
A wreck’s a wreck, atleast that’s what I see
And your faith you keep, is it dark now?
It’s waiting for me

So stop the bad dreams
Stop the headaches
And leave a little light
Like when you say it’s alright
Like when you say it’s alright
Well, I guess it is

Go watch the TV
Tell me what you see
Any hope and love or realised dreams?
That’s what I want to see
No more pain, no tears, no more grief
So stop the bad dreams
Stop the headaches
And leave a little light

Like when you say it’s alright
Like when you say it’s alright

I’d buy that for a dollar!

In the town
Where I was born
Lived a man
Who sailed to sea
And he told us
Of his life
In the land
Of submarines

Boy, they really improved on that original draft of Hunt For Red October.

You that come to birth and bring the mysteries
Your voice thunder makes us happy.

Roar, Lion of the Heart,
And tear me open!

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Made my way upstairs and had a smoke
And everybody spoke and I went into a dream

-“In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power… then you get the women.”

Rocket wrote:

Made the bus in seconds flat
Made my way upstairs and had a smoke

Growing up in New York, when I first heard this song in 1967 I didn’t understand what Paul meant by “upstairs”; then I went to Cork City in 1968 and discovered the double decker bus.

No place to hide… no place to run (no place to run)
The mutant age (The mutant age)… has now begun!

X-Men (X-Men)
This is the day (This is the day)
X-Men (X-Men)
Coming your way!

Magneto’s hordes are on their way to pillage, burn and plunder
But there’s one team that will not yield, the team that strikes like thunder!

X-Men (X-Men)
This is the day (This is the day)
X-Men (X-Men)
Coming your way!

I got soul but I’m not a soldier…

Al-x wrote:

I got soul but I’m not a soldier…

Planning to post that once a month, Alfred?  Last time was October 24th, so I guess I’ll look for it again around Christmas. 

I’ve got lead and tin but i’m not a solder.

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

When I’m sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It’s alright, she says
It’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?

 

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who’s fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facilities
And picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete, to cut through red tape

With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass
She is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facilities and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long, long jacket

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
At City Bank we will meet accidentally
We’ll start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a car with a cup holder armrest
She wants a car that will get her there
She’s changing her name
From Kitty to Karen
She’s trading her MG for a white Chrysler LeBaron
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket

Too shy shy, hush-hush, eye to eye

njerry wrote:

Rocket wrote:

Made the bus in seconds flat
Made my way upstairs and had a smoke

Growing up in New York, when I first heard this song in 1967 I didn’t understand what Paul meant by “upstairs”; then I went to Cork City in 1968 and discovered the double decker bus.

It never even occurred to me that he wasn’t referring to going upstairs at the location (work?) to which he was delivered by the bus.

 

The top deck of a double-decker was for smokers, the bottom deck was non-smoking. So it seems more likely he’s referring to the bus than the destination. (I mean, he *might* have had a second-floor office, but there’s nothing else in the song’s narrative to support this.)

Mind blown.