Favorite song lyrics

[FBM]

Ask

Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to

Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to

So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I ?

Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in
Life you'd like to

So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I ?

Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
That will bring us together

Nature is a language - can't you read ?
Nature is a language - can't you read ?

SO ... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
That will bring us together

If it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb
Then it's the Bomb
That will bring us together

SO ... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
Oh, la ...

[Frisbeetarian]

Perlinpinpin


Pour qui, comment quand et pourquoi ?
Contre qui ? Comment ? Contre quoi ?
C'en est assez de vos violences.
D'où venez-vous ?
Où allez-vous ?
Qui êtes-vous ?
Qui priez-vous ?
Je vous prie de faire silence.
Pour qui, comment, quand et pourquoi ?
S'il faut absolument qu'on soit
Contre quelqu'un ou quelque chose,
Je suis pour le soleil couchant
En haut des collines désertes.
Je suis pour les forêts profondes,
Car un enfant qui pleure,
Qu'il soit de n'importe où,
Est un enfant qui pleure,
Car un enfant qui meurt
Au bout de vos fusils
Est un enfant qui meurt.
Que c'est abominable d'avoir à choisir
Entre deux innocences !
Que c'est abominable d'avoir pour ennemis
Les rires de l'enfance !
Pour qui, comment, quand et combien ?
Contre qui ? Comment et combien ?
À en perdre le goût de vivre,
Le goût de l'eau, le goût du pain
Et celui du Perlimpinpin
Dans le square des Batignolles !
Mais pour rien, mais pour presque rien,
Pour être avec vous et c' est bien !
Et pour une rose entr'ouverte,
Et pour une respiration,
Et pour un souffle d'abandon,
Et pour ce jardin qui frissonne !
Rien avoir, mais passionnément,
Ne rien se dire éperdument,
Mais tout donner avec ivresse
Et riche de dépossession,
N'avoir que sa vérité,
Posséder toutes les richesses,
Ne pas parler de poésie,
Ne pas parler de poésie
En écrasant les fleurs sauvages
Et faire jouer la transparence
Au fond d'une cour au murs gris
Où l'aube n'a jamais sa chance.
Contre qui, comment, contre quoi ?
Pour qui, comment, quand et pourquoi ?
Pour retrouver le goût de vivre,
Le goût de l'eau, le goût du pain
Et celui du Perlimpinpin
Dans le square des Batignolles.
Contre personne et contre rien,
Contre personne et contre rien,
Mais pour toutes les fleurs ouvertes,
Mais pour une respiration,
Mais pour un souffle d'abandon
Et pour ce jardin qui frissonne !
Et vivre passionnément,
Et ne se battre seulement
Qu'avec les feux de la tendresse
Et, riche de dépossession,
N'avoir que sa vérité,
Posséder toutes les richesses,
Ne plus parler de poésie,
Ne plus parler de poésie
Mais laisser vivre les fleurs sauvages
Et faire jouer la transparence
Au fond d'une cour aux murs gris
Où l'aube aurait enfin sa chance,
Vivre,
Vivre
Avec tendresse,
Vivre
Et donner
Avec ivresse !

[Frisbeetarian]

Two Suns In The Sunset

in my rear view mirror the sun is going down
sinking behind bridges in the road
and i think of all the good things
that we have left undone
and i suffer premonitions
confirm suspicions
of the holocaust to come
the rusty wire that holds the cork
that keeps the anger in
gives way
and suddenly it's day again
the sun is in the east
even though the day is done
two suns in the sunset
hmmmmmmmmm
could be the human race is run
like the moment when your brakes lock
and you slide toward the big truck
and stretch the frozen moments with your fear
and you'll never hear their voices
and you'll never see their faces
you have no recourse to the law anymore
and as the windshield melts
my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal to defend
finally i understand
the feelings of the few
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal in the end

[Frisbeetarian]

The Final Cut

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"

[Frisbeetarian]

Leaving Beirut

So we left Beirut Willa and I
He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it
I set out North
I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps
And hunkered in the curb side dusk
Holding out my thumb
In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic
Success!
An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus '
The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up
I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver
" J'ai pas de l'argent "
" Venez! " A soft voice from the back seat
The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door
I stooped to look inside at the two men there
One besuited, bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late
The other, the one who had spoken,
Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton shirt
With one biro in the breast pocket
A clerk maybe, slightly sunken in the seat
"Venez!" He said again, and smiled
"Mais j'ai pas de l'argent"
"Oui, Oui, d'accord, Venez!"

Are these the people that we should bomb
Are we so sure they mean us harm
Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime
Is this a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh George!
That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small

He beckoned with a small arthritic motion of his hand
Fingers together like a child waving goodbye
The driver put my old Hofner guitar in the boot with my rucksack
And off we went
" Vous etes Francais, monsieur? "
" Non, Anglais "
" Ah! Anglais "
" Est-ce que vous parlais Anglais, Monsieur? "
"Non, je regrette"
And so on
In small talk between strangers, his French alien but correct
Mine halting but eager to please
A lift, after all, is a lift
Late moustache left us brusquely
And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb
Swung through a U-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust
I opened the door and got out
But my benefactor made no move to follow
The driver dumped my guitar and rucksack at my feet
And waving away my thanks returned to the boot
Only to reappear with a pair of alloy crutches
Which he leaned against the rear wing of the Mercedes.
He reached into the car and lifted my companion out
Only one leg, the second trouser leg neatly pinned beneath a vacant hip
" Monsieur, si vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous
Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger avec ma femme "

When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, fulfilled my summer dream
She handed me the keys to the car
We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze
Got bust in Antibes by the cops
And fleeced in Naples by the wops
But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes
Our dads had helped them win the war
When we all knew what we were fighting for
But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge
The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge

"Ma femme", thank God! Monopod but not queer
The taxi drove off leaving us in the dim light of the swinging bulb
No building in sight
What the hell
"Merci monsieur"
"Bon, Venez!"
His faced creased in pleasure, he set off in front of me
Swinging his leg between the crutches with agonising care
Up the dusty side road into the darkness
After half an hour we'd gone maybe half a mile
When on the right I made out the low profile of a building
He called out in Arabic to announce our arrival
And after some scuffling inside a lamp was lit
And the changing angle of light in the wide crack under the door
Signalled the approach of someone within
The door creaked open and there, holding a biblical looking oil lamp
Stood a squat, moustached woman, stooped smiling up at us
She stood aside to let us in and as she turned
I saw the reason for her stoop
She carried on her back a shocking hump
I nodded and smiled back at her in greeting, fighting for control
The gentleness between the one-legged man and his monstrous wife
Almost too much for me

Is gentleness too much for us
Should gentleness be filed along with empathy
We feel for someone else's child
Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong
Someone else's child dies and equities in defence rise
America, America, please hear us when we call
You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle
You got Atticus Finch
You got Jane Russell
You got freedom of speech
You got great beaches, wildernesses and malls
Don't let the might, the Christian right, **** it all up
For you and the rest of the world

They talked excitedly
She went to take his crutches in routine of care
He chiding, gestured
We have a guest
She embarrassed by her faux pas
Took my things and laid them gently in the corner
"Du the?"
We sat on meagre cushions in one corner of the single room
The floor was earth packed hard and by one wall a raised platform
Some six foot by four covered by a simple sheet, the bed
The hunchback busied herself with small copper pots over an open hearth
And brought us tea, hot and sweet
And so to dinner
Flat, unleavened bread, + thin
Cooked in an iron skillet over the open hearth
Then folded and dipped into the soft insides of female sea urchins
My hostess did not eat, I ate her dinner
She would hear of nothing else, I was their guest
And then she retired behind a curtain
And left the men to sit drinking thimbles full of Arak
Carefully poured from a small bottle with a faded label
Soon she reappeared, radiant
Carrying in her arms their pride and joy, their child.
I'd never seen a squint like that
So severe that as one eye looked out the other disappeared behind its nose

Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you
Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules
History's not written by the vanquished or the damned
Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam
In 1961 they took this child into their home
I wonder what became of them
In the cauldron that was Lebanon
If I could find them now, could I make amends?
How does the story end?

And so to bed, me that is, not them
Of course they slept on the floor behind a curtain
Whilst I lay awake all night on their earthen bed
Then came the dawn and then their quiet stirrings
Careful not to wake the guest
I yawned in great pretence
And took the proffered bowl of water heated up and washed
And sipped my coffee in its tiny cup
And then with much "merci-ing" and bowing and shaking of hands
We left the woman to her chores
And we men made our way back to the crossroads
The painful slowness of our progress accentuated by the brilliant morning light
The dolmus duly reappeared
My host gave me one crutch and leaning on the other
Shook my hand and smiled
"Merci, monsieur," I said
" De rien "
" And merci a votre femme, elle est tres gentille "
Giving up his other crutch
He allowed himself to be folded into the back seat again
"Bon voyage, monsieur," he said
And half bowed as the taxi headed south towards the city
I turned North, my guitar over my shoulder
And the first hot gust of wind
Quickly dried the salt tears from my young cheeks.

[FBM]

Lyrics (as far as Ive understood them correctly):

I, I, I, will battle for the sun, sun, sun.
And I, I, I wont stop until Im done, done, done.
You, you, you are getting in the way, way, way.
And I, I, I have nothing left to say, say, say.

I, I, I, I, I will brush off all the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt.
And I, I, I, I, I will pretend it didnt hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt.
You, you, you, you, you, are a black and heavy weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight.
And I, I, I, I, I, will not participate, pate, pate, pate, pate, pate, pate.

Dream brother, my killer, my lover.
Dream brother, my killer, my lover.

I, I, I will battle for the sun, sun, sun, sun.
Cause I, I, I, have stared down the barrel of a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun.
No fun, you, you, you, you, you are a cheap and nasty fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake.
And I, I, I, I, I am the bones you couldnt break, break, break, break, break, break, break, break!

Dream brother, my killer, my lover.
Dream brother, my killer, my lover.

[Instrumental Solo]

Dream brother, my killer, my lover.
Dream brother, my killer, my lover.
Dream brother, my killer, my lover.
Dream brother, my killer, my lover.

I, I, I will battle for the sun.

[Anny]

3 songs same band : Silverstein

DISCOVERING THE WATERFRONT
I will promise myself I won't care, distracting myself from your stare. And I've seen this mistake once before, wiith your games I will never fall for. I've hung up my guns. I won't kill again. I won't forget you. I'm not gonna let you win, but I'm tired of lying, tired of fighting you. And it's not going to change. You asked for my heart, you know that I'm down. But not the way you lie to me and tear it all apart. And beg for me to stay. I've sailed off to sea. I'm not coming back. Counting down, make that sound. And you know it makes no sense. Counting down, 'til you mess around. And I know you can't ever change. When I'm trembling, thrown overboard, and I'm ready to relive the past. Counting down, make that sound. Break the silence. Pretend it's not forever, I'll pull myself together, I'll say that I'll forget her I'll breathe. And I'll say she never hurt me, and look at it as learning, and laugh about the good and the bad. Because I won't live forever, we don't belong together, I know I'll feel better one day when I can make it through.

MY HEROINE
The drugs begin to peak. A smile of joy arrives in me. But sedation changes to panic and nausea, and breath starts to shorten, and heartbeats pound softer. You won't try to save me. You just want to hurt me and leave me desparate. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had. I can forget the times that I was lost and depressed from the awful truth. How do you do it? You're my heroine. You won't leave me alone. Chisel my heart out of stone. I give in everytime. I bet you laugh at the thought of me thinking for myself. I bet you believe that I'm better off with you then someone else. Your face arrives again. A hope I had becomes surreal. But under your covers, more torture than pleasure. And just past your lips there's more anger than laughter. Not now or forever will I ever change you. I know that to go on, I'll break you my habit. I will save myself.

GIVING UP
I used to make the light shine for you. The sun has left my sky. Velvet walls surround my sorrows. I've sacrificed my pride. You're giving up on me. I've laid myself to sleep tonight. I know you've played out everything in your mind. And now you throw it all away. A shattered memory that you would stay, through thick and thin with me. You're giving up on me. And when you feel the pain, I'm wishing I could stay. How can I say I love you back, you never made me happy. You've laid yourself to sleep, I never said this wouldn't hurt. You gave up everything; I never said I'd give it back. I know you'll never change; I won't be good enough for you. I know, you'll make it through, I'll never be around to see.

[Frisbeetarian]

Echoes

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

[Frisbeetarian]

Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when youre on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
Youll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know its going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end youll pack, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, youll reap the harvest that youve sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And its too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down alone
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that Im a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if Im just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise
If I dont stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyones expendable and no-one had a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And you believe at heart, everyones a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a seat in the stand
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.

[e_khoury]

Hinder-Without you

I just want to be alone tonight
I just want to take a lil breather
Cause lately all we do is fight
and everytime it cuts me deeper.
Cause something changed you've been acting so strange
and its taking its toll on me
its safe to say that im ready to let you leave

Without you I live it up a lil more everyday.
Without you i'm seeing myself so differently
I didnt wanna believe it then
But it all worked out in the end
When i watched you walk away
Well i never thought i'd say im fine without you.

Called you up cause its been long enough
and you said that you were so much better
we have done a lot of growing up
we were never meant to be together

Cause something changed you've been acting so strange
and its taking its toll on me
its safe to say that im ready to let you leave

Without you I live it up a lil more everyday.
Without you i'm seeing myself so differently
I didnt wanna believe it then
But it all worked out in the end
When i watched you walk away
Well i never thought i'd say im fine without you.

Cause something changed you've been acting so strange
and its taking its toll on me
its safe to say that im ready to let you leave

Without you I live it up a lil more everyday.
Without you i'm seeing myself so differently
I didnt wanna believe it then
But it all worked out in the end
When i watched you walk away
Well i never thought i'd say im fine without you.