Quotes and lyrical snippets…

Topic

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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Al-x wrote:

“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.”

Andrew wrote:

Mind blown.

Not as much as Paul’s was.

I can’t get no
Satisfaction

You think you used enough dynamite there, Butch?

Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown.

Fallin’, fallin’, I’m fallin’
Ooh I’m fallin’
I’m your man

Guess I’ve been takin’ a lot from you, oh
Searchin’ so long for the truth, oh
You hoped that girl wouldn’t chase you out the door
As you think that it’s already too late
Searchin’ for meaning in a combination of notes
Don’t overthink it, don’t overthink it

Tried to wake so early
We get up in the mornin’, it just hurts

And I think of all those little things that you and I can do
And now I’ve taken too many hits
Oh, I’m breaking off with all that stuff
“Anybody else want some?” That’s no good reason
I broke up with Edison, I’ve had enough, oh
Shy and fast times in the park
Don’t overthink it

It’s hard to wake so early
I get up in the mornin’, it just hurts
I don’t wanna hear what I can’t mime
Anywhere with you could change my mind

Somebody’s taking much too long
Somebody’s taking much too long
Don’t call me stupid
Don’t call me stupid

It’s my life and I can’t delete it
Is that the life I lead?
All these surreal things and sudden decisions
Just wanna waste my time with you

I will leave it, oh, in my dreams
I’ll never let it bother me
It’s not my style
And I know you want it
I know you want it

Somebody’s taking much too long
Somebody’s taking much too long
Don’t call me stupid
Don’t call me stupid

Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Flashing lights against the sky
Giving up I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4
Staring blindly into space
Getting up to splash my face
Wanting just to stay awake
Wondering how much I can take
Should I try to do some more
25 or 6 to 4
Feeling like I ought to sleep
Spinning room is sinking deep
Searching for something to say
Waiting for the break of day
25 or 6 to 4
25 or 6 to 4

JRCarter wrote:

25 or 6 to 4

Probably the best song Chicago ever produced. They should have disbanded right after their second album.

Meanwhile, I just listened to the song that won Bob Dylan an Oscar:

People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

For that day drinking pirate Kate Pryde

Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool

Got the twelve o’clock news blue

And I’ve given up hope for the afternoon soaps

And a bottle of cold brew

Brother

I don’t want to hear

about

how my real enemy

is the system.

I’m no genius,

but I do know

that system

you hit me with

is called

a fist.

You talking to me?

You mean, let me understand this cause, ya know maybe it’s me,
I’m a little f**** up maybe,
but I’m funny how,
I mean funny like I’m a clown,
I amuse you?
I make you laugh,
I’m here to f***** amuse you?
What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?

Christmas toys all over the place
Little Shelby wears a funny smile on his face
Shelby has a secret
And the secret he must share
He wants to tell somebody
So he tells his teddy bear…

Can you guess the next line in this popular Christmas song?

To be or not to be

All alone, or in two’s
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they’ve given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall

Al-x wrote:

To be or not to be

Save the clock tower

Save the cheerleader, save the world.

that was one of the best taglines and story points ever if compared with how badly the show ended up. i remember being so involved in that plot. Masi Oka did such a good job in that first season.

I know Kung Fu- Chuck

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together

“I don’t like my writing. I wrote a movie called Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid, and I wrote a novel called The Princess Bride and those are the only two things … that I can look at without humiliation.”

William Goldman

Don’t be so hard on yourself, Mr. Goldman. Just remember that Harper Lee never wrote a movie.

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again

They’ll meet ‘neath that giant Exxon sign

That brings this fair city light

Man, there’s an opera out on the Turnpike

There’s a ballet being fought out in the alley

“I’m forever blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles everywhere.”

I’ve had that stuck on a loopy earworm since yesterday. What even is that? It’s driving me nuts.

 

“I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles”, a 1980 song by the Cockney Rejects, an English punk band.

Actually, the 1980 song was a cover of an American waltz from 1918, that somehow became the club anthem for the West Ham United football club.  The Cockney Rejects were fans of West Ham, which explains their cover version.

 

 

But that doesn’t explain how I know the tune. I only watch proper cicball. I looked up the rest of the lyrics. Ragnarok sad.

I’d blame the ham, but I didn’t cook Christmas ham this yr.

He had white horses and ladies by the score
All dressed in satin and waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers, they made up his bed
A gold covered mattress on which he was led

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars for his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory the people would sing

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him; his blood ran as he cried
No money could save him, so he laid down and he died

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

Knights in white satins…
Never reaching the end

Anonymous wrote:

But that doesn’t explain how I know the tune. I only watch proper cicball. I looked up the rest of the lyrics. Ragnarok sad.

Have you watched Green Street? It’s how I knew the song.

I am always fascinated with the idea of this being a football hymn. I mean:

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It’s a pretty bleak look at what being a football fan is like. Accurate, too, it always seems to me.

Nothing changes on New Years Day…

The date does.

Admirer as I think I am

Of stars that do not give a damn

I can not now I see them say

I missed one terribly all day.

 

Were all stars to disappear or die

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime

Though this might take a little time.

 

njerry wrote:

He had white horses and ladies by the score
All dressed in satin and waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers, they made up his bed
A gold covered mattress on which he was led

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars for his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory the people would sing

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him; his blood ran as he cried
No money could save him, so he laid down and he died

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

With out-of-touch dungeons & dragons lyrics like that, it’s no wonder that Punk killed Prog Rock. All that bollocks about horses and ladies and satin and stuff, what’s the use of it? It would be much better if Greg Lake used his lyrics to make some socially relevant political message. Like this:

Right now ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I am an anti-Christ

I am an anarchist

Don’t know what I want

But I know how to get it

I want to destroy the passerby

‘Cause I want to be anarchy

No dogs body

Anarchy for the U.K.

It’s coming sometime and maybe

I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line

Your future dream has sure been seen through

‘Cause I want to be anarchy

In the city

How many ways to get what you want

I use the best, I use the rest

I use the N.M.E.

I use anarchy

Yeah. Now that really means something.

Christian wrote:

It’s a pretty bleak look at what being a football fan is like. Accurate, too, it always seems to me.

I’ve always thought that being a football fan must involve a certain love of misery. You go faithfully, week after week, and you are crushingly disappointed most of the time.

It’s kind of like being a Star Wars fan.

This lyric was supposedly about Janis Joplin:

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away…

Anonymous wrote:

Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn I can not now I see them say I missed one terribly all day.   Were all stars to disappear or die I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime Though this might take a little time.

Nice! I took a look who it’s by (and found that it’s “The More Loving One” by W.H. Auden), and that it has two more stanzas – or the two first ones, more precisely:

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

 

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

DavidM wrote:

With out-of-touch dungeons & dragons lyrics like that, it’s no wonder that Punk killed Prog Rock. All that bollocks about horses and ladies and satin and stuff, what’s the use of it? It would be much better if Greg Lake used his lyrics to make some socially relevant political message. Like this:

Now now. There are many, many punk lyrics that I love. Here’s one example from 1993 that feels as relevant as ever these days, or more so:

 

American Jesus
(Greg Graffin)
I don’t need to be a global citizen
Because I’m blessed by nationality
I’m member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things that seem to pull us under
And there are things that drag us down
But there’s a power and a vital presence
That’s lurking all around

We’ve got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We’ve got the American Jesus
He helped build the president’s estate

I feel sorry for the earth’s population
‘Cause so few live in the U.S.A.
At least the foreigners can copy our morality
They can visit but they cannot stay
Only precious few can garner the prosperity
It makes us walk with renewed confidence
We’ve got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here

We’ve got the American Jesus
Fostering their shame on faith
We’ve got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day

He’s the farmers barren fields
The force the army wields
The expression in the faces of the starving millions
The power of the man he’s the fuel that drives the clan
He’s the motive and conscience of the murderer
He’s the preacher on t.v., the false sincerity
The form letter that’s written by the big computers
The nuclear bombs and the kids with no moms
And I’m fearful that he’s inside me

We’ve got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We’ve got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority

We’ve got the American Jesus
Fostering their shame on faith
We’ve got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day, yeah

One nation, under god. One nation, under god. One nation, under god.
One nation, under god. One nation, under god. One nation, under god.
One nation, under god. One nation, under god. One nation, under god.

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EDIT: Jesus, I thought I’d fixed this… going back and doing that now will cause some confusion if anyone reads this thread later on, so let’s just say the first version of this post showed just garbled nonsense (actually, html formatting text or something) where the Bad Religion lyrics should be.

It’s true, I have this framed above my desk.

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The same thing happened when I pasted my example from a lyrics site. Took ages to fix it :D

Well, that’s a relief. I thought there was a glitch in The Matrix or Christian was dissolving into machine code as a replicant.

Have you watched Green Street? It’s how I knew the song.

Caught a few minutes of it once if it’s the one with the credit card scene. Ta for trying though. My version was more waltzy or like a Disney animation song. No idea.

I’ll still keep blowing bubbles. They’re purty and hopeful and a mini art exhibit about the ephemerality of life. Plus my cat adores them.

 

Christian is a genius!

I’ve finally figured out what Murakami is up to. He’s like Kaa in The Jungle Book. He’s singing Miles Davis and the blues. The bubble song is similar to his fireflies. The repeated motifs are a crowd-pleasing chorus. Each book is constructed like the Brú na Bóinne petroglyphs. His books are Fibonaccical like Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

Hey @TMasters Where is Tim? Now you’re going to tell me this is obvious. Do you have any vinyl records? Each Murakami story has the same pattern – they’re ripples like the circles on a peacock’s feathers.

[Verse 1]
Marvin, he was a friend of mine
And he could sing a song, his heart in every line
Marvin sang of the joy and pain
He opened up our minds, and I still can hear him say
“Aw talk to me, so you can see, what’s going on”
Say you will sing your songs forevermore

[Refrain]
Gonna be some sweet sounds, coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud, I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night, it’s gonna be all right, on the nightshift
You found another home, I know you’re not alone, on the nightshift
You found another home, I know you’re not alone, on the nightshift

[Verse 2]
Jackie, hey what’you doing now?
It seems like yesterday when we were working out
Jackie, you set the world on fire
You came and gifted us, your love it lifted us higher and higher
Keep it up and we’ll be there at your side
Say you will sing your songs forevermore

[Refrain]
Gonna be some sweet sounds, coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud, I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night, it’s gonna be all right, on the nightshift
You found another home, I know you’re not alone, on the nightshift
Gonna be some sweet sounds, coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud, I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night, it’s gonna be all right, on the nightshift
You found another home, I know you’re not alone, on the nightshift
Gonna miss your sweet voice, that soulful voice, on the nightshift
We all remember you, your songs are coming through
And at the end of a long day, it’s gonna be okay, on the nightshift
You found another home, I know you’re not alone, on the nightshift

DavidM wrote:

out-of-touch dungeons & dragons lyrics

Conquistador a vulture sits, upon your silver sheath

And in your rusty scabbard now, the sand has taken seed

And though your jewel-encrusted blade

Has not been plundered still

The sea has washed across your face

And taken of its fill

p.s. if you paste as plain text you don’t get all that extra stuff.

Frankly, my dear…

I don’t give a damn

Fiddle dee dee!

Today I saw the dragonfly

Come from the wells where he did lie.

An inner impulse rent the veil

Of his old husk: from head to tail

Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.

He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;

Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew

A living flash of light he flew.

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

The truth is that the world is full of dragons, and none of us are as powerful or cool as we’d like to be. And that sucks. But when you’re confronted with that fact, you can either crawl into a hole and quit, or you can get out there, take off your shoes, and Bilbo it up.

Anonymous wrote:

The truth is that the world is full of dragons, and none of us are as powerful or cool as we’d like to be. And that sucks. But when you’re confronted with that fact, you can either crawl into a hole and quit, or you can get out there, take off your shoes, and Bilbo it up.

I don’t know how to Bilbo up, Todd. Perhaps I’m too fond of shoes?

Hang on – there’s new Rick and Morty? Why did no one tell me?

Anonymous wrote:

Hang on – there’s new Rick and Morty? Why did no one tell me?

First half of the season just finished airing with the other coming sometime this year.

Todd wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Hang on – there’s new Rick and Morty? Why did no one tell me?

First half of the season just finished airing with the other coming sometime this year.

Let’s get schwfity!  

But I won’t cry for yesterday
There’s an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find…

Anonymous wrote:

Todd wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Hang on – there’s new Rick and Morty? Why did no one tell me?

First half of the season just finished airing with the other coming sometime this year.

Let’s get schwfity!  

 

What are sweet dreams made of, exactly?

Three verses and a chorus and I’m none the wiser

 

DavidM wrote:

What are sweet dreams made of, exactly?

Cheese, I think she said.

Sweet dreams are made of my cheese snowflake.

I still have some leftover so I can experiment tonight.

I found this looking for Sweet Dreams are made of cheese. Looks like something Lorcan might know about

Dave wrote:

Cheese, I think she said.

Dave wrote:

DavidM wrote:

What are sweet dreams made of, exactly?

Cheese, I think she said.

Who am I to disagree?

 

My reply to Christian about Kaufman and Thewlis must’ve been made of cheese.

Someone’s eaten it: must’ve been Wallace and Gromit.

It’s a cookbook!

How to serve man

I’m not quoting what I just thought.

good thing because as a woman  you aren’t in that cookbook.

Too many cooks 

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.

Al-x wrote:

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Carrier.net.

FTFY

This is the water and this is the well.

Drink full and descend.

The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within.

Al-x wrote:

fifth dimension

Last night I didn’t get to sleep at all, no, no
I laid, waked and watched until the morning light
Washed away the darkness of the lonely night
Last night I got to think maybe I should call you up
And just forget my foolish pride
I heard your number ringing
I were cold inside
Last night I didn’t get to sleep at all

Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life
Trying to make ends meet, you’re a slave to the money then you die.
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can’t change, I can’t change, I can’t change,
but I’m here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I’m a million different people from one day to the next
I can’t change my mold

time to cheer up

I’ve got a job waiting for my graduation
Fifty thou a year, buys a lot of beer
Things are going great, and they’re only getting better
I’m doing all right, getting good grades
The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades

Oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didn’t didn’t already have…

Bye Bye Blackbird

I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name…

You play the melody on the chanter
You play the melody on the chanter
You play the melody on the chanter
You play the melody on the chanter
You play the melody on the chanter

DavidM wrote:

You play the melody on the chanter

Reminds me of this bit of genius lyrics:

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

I also like:

You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that
You shouldn’t do that, should do that

“When evil men plot, good men must plan. When evil men burn
and bomb, good men must build and bind. When evil men shout
ugly words of hatred, good men must commit themselves to
the glories of love. Where evil men would seek to
perpetuate an unjust status quo, good men must seek to
bring into being a real order of justice.”

— Martin Luther King Jr.

From one of my favorite discoveries of 1977:

People always tell me, “What’s your hurry?
You’re moving like your pants they are on fire.”
I simply tell them, “Don’t you worry,”
While the water in the dam keeps getting higher

And I may be young, but I’m not that young
And with all those years I’ve got
I may have time to kill
But if you will, I’d rather not

“Kid, I really don’t believe your ready. You know you still have got alot to learn.”
Me, I don’t believe you’re ever really ready to cross the kind of bridge you have to burn

And I may be dumb, but I’m not that dumb
And I’ll make my own mistakes
And if I’m wrong, well then damn it I’ll be wrong
That’s what it takes

“Reevaluate your dreams and visions. You’ll wind up with a head full of regrets
You’re trying to avoid the big decisions. Tell my why’s it such a sin to hedge your bets?”

And I may be slow, but I’m not that slow
And the risks I take, I choose
‘Cause unless I last, I’ll be doing it all half-assed
Then what’s the use?

liar liar pants on fire

Rocket wrote:

The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades I gotta wear shades

Don’t switch the blade on the guy in shade, oh no

Don’t masquerade with the guy in shades, oh no

I can’t believe it

‘Cause you’ve got it made with the guy in shades, oh no

Eating greens is a special treat,

It makes long ears and great big feet.

Hey fill in the blank (Super Bowl MVP) what are you going to do now that you have won the Super Bowl?

I’m going to Disneyworld!

He’s got a thing in his head
It’s from a book he’s read
It’s got a funny title
It tells you how to be vital

He took a lot of time
Over every line
Because it’s guaranteed
To satisfy

I listened to this song last night and thought of the Al-X relationship thread.

A Bat Credit Card! They gave him a BAT CREDIT CARD! They had the BALLS to give one of the GREATEST SUPER HEROS OF ALL TIME A BAT CREDIT CARD!!! NO! NOOO! DOES NOT COMPUTE! DOES NOT COMPUTE! DOES NOT COMPUTE! YOU WILL ALL DIE!!!

Fare thee well, my honey

Inside Llewyn Davis is one of my favorite soundtracks.

If you miss the train I’m on,

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

That’s a lot of fish!

Fooolish moortal-
*multiple gunshots*
Do I look mortal to you?

MaxMaxmarvel123 wrote:

That’s a lot of fish!

I want you back, so clean up the dish
By the way, how much is the fish?
How much is the fish?

 

The time to hesitate is through…

How long have you been waiting to post that?

Al-x wrote:

The time to hesitate is through…

We have all the time in the world.

The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.

When you’re courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second.

When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour.

That’s relativity.

Break on through to the other side…

Wanda: Aristotle was not Belgian, the principle of Buddhism is not “every man for himself”, and the London Underground is not a political movement. Those are all mistakes, Otto. I looked them up.