Goodtunes discussion

As I mentioned in the Favorite Song Thread, I'd go with "Take You on a Cruise" by Interpol. I think Jeff Buckley had some brilliant lyrics in his songs. I miss him so much!

You saw him in concert? Oh, how wonderful. "Lover, You Should Have Come Over" is one of my all time favorites. I also love "Everybody Here Wants You." He has such a singular voice.

I couldn't believe it when he died. I am still mourning him.

From Nature Boy by Nat King Cole:

The greatest thing, you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return...

It's so simple and sweet though I imagine can make you quite bitter after a break up.

The Shins are a band with great lyrics though:

We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely is such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need

I highly recommend their album Wincing the Night Away.

Nature Boy is such a good song.

Here are some lyrics from my favorite song ever:

"This Must Be the Place" by Talking Heads

Home is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place

I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be, where I'll be

Hiyo, we drift in and out
Hiyo, sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You've got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two

David Byrne is considered to be weird or quirky, but some of his TH and most all of his solo songs have a sweet, domestic quality to them. It's like he just wants to be at home with his partner and whatever animals and children are running around.

i have a huge soft spot for Wish You Were Here,many memories of my first nonreciprocating love

That's a great song, Kelly. That ass didn't know what he was passing up.

well, i was 13 and more than likely retarded

More than likely.

Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
It's not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
Or I'll be taken for a fool
It's not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
I've been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so

I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart

Restore my broken dreams
Shattered like a falling glass
I'm not ready to be broken just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget

Be still my beating heart
You must learn to stand your ground
It's not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
I've been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart

Never to be wrong
Never to make promises that break
It's like singing in the wind
Or writing on the surface of a lake
And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land
And I struggle to avoid any help at hand

I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart

It's comin' on the end of August
Another summer's promise almost gone
And though I heard some wise man say
That every dog will have his day
He never mentioned that these dog days get so long

I don't know when I realized the dream was over
Well there was no particular hour, no given day
You know it didn't go down in flames
There was no final scene, no frozen frame
I just watched it slowly fade away

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for my time to come around again
And hope is floating on the breeze
Carrying my soul high up above the ground
And I've been keeping to myself
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing
Even though you're with somebody else
He'll never love you like I do

I've been biding time with the crows and sparrows
While peacocks prance and strut upon the stage
If finding love is just a dance, proximity and chance
You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for the dust to settle down
Along the backroads running through the fields
Lying on the outskirts of this lonesome town
And I imagine sunlight in your hair
You're at the county fair
You're holding hands and laughing
And now the ferris wheel has stopped
You're swinging on the top
Suspended there with him
And he's the darling of the chic
The flavor of the week is melting
Down your pretty summer dress
Baby what a mess you're making

I've been stumbling through some dark places
But now I'm following the cloud
I know I've fallen out of your good graces
It's alright now

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for the summer rain to fall
Upon the wild birds scattering the seeds
Answering the calling of the tide's eternal tune
The phases of the moon, the chambers of the heart
The egg and dart
A small grey spider spinning in the dark
In spite of all the times the web is torn apart

And I've been waiting in the weeds
Waiting for my time to come around again
And hope is floating on the breeze
Carrying my soul high up above the ground
And I've been keeping to myself
Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing
Even though you're with somebody else
He'll never love you like I do

Anything from the first 4 Marillion albums is brilliant. Fish was an amazing lyricist at that point of his life and could paint pictures with words unlike anybody else in music at the time.

Fugazi by Marillion:
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition
An albatross in the marrytime tradition
Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck

From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to five with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalenes contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat
A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges
This is Brixton chess

A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows
Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens
Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane
Do you realise? Do you realise?
Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary

Eugenia wrote: "I'm mad, mad, mad about Sting and always in a good way. ..."

I think Sting may be one of the best modern lyricists, truly. Just love his stuff alone and with Police.

Most anything from Little Earthquakes by Tori Amos.

My current can't get out of my head lyric is Honeybee by Zee Avi. It's a sweet little ditty about cliques and strength.

There are Owl City lovers and haters, but I think his lyrics are so clever and adorable.

"Please take a long hard look through your textbook, cause I'm history"

"When hygienists leave on long vacations, that's when dentists scream and loose their patience."

"If all the roads were paved with ice that wouldn't thaw or crack, I could skate from here to Alaska and on to Nebraska and back. Because you keep me warm."

Sure, he's probably just singing whatever comes to mind, but I like it.

I love Randy Newman lyrics. It's all I can do to stop crying whenever I hear "When Somebody Loved Me"

Lindsay, I can't watch that Toy Story montage without bawling. Who's singing that? Sarah McLachlan? That is the saddest damn song.

I own most of Randy Newman's albums. Have you ever listened to Good Old Boys? That's a great concept album.

Hard Time by Patti Rothberg:



If it is all meant to be, why can't I sit back and watch
Time will come eventually to get the hell out of Dodge
It's not that I'm so lazy, just tired of bein judged
By folks who stick their hands out and try to hold a grusge
I've fallen on Hard Times and I can't get up
Too much of a good thing is never enough
Put me inside a cannon and shoot me clear into space
I'm probably still be planning how I can save some face
I couldn't refuse my lipbalm or maybe poweder my nose
I miss my missing foundation less I appear too morose

I've fallen on Hard Times and I can't get up
Too much of a good thing is never enough

Who do you think you are
I wish I knew
Our whole collective consciousness doesn't have a clue
living in the moment we are just passing through
Tunneling our visions checkin out the de ja view

I've fallen on hard times, and I can't get up
Too much of a good thing is never enough.

I know it's a lot. But its all so good.

Tressa wrote: "Lindsay, I can't watch that Toy Story montage without bawling. Who's singing that? Sarah McLachlan? That is the saddest damn song.

I own most of Randy Newman's albums. Have you ever listened to Go..."

Have you seen UP yet? The montage of their life together in the beginning buries the TOY STORY 2 scene, and I love the TOY STORY 2 bit. But UP, that scene is soooooooo powerfully moving.

Yeah, I love Sarah McLachlan's voice. Her albums are also great. One of her Christmas ones is pretty depressing, though. I have the Up song on my iPod called married life. I can't think about it too much or I get teary.

That Up montage is about the only thing I liked about that movie. I am in the 1% of the population who didn't think that movie was all that good.

I was more moved by the song and montage in Toy Story 2. Made me weep for my own childhood and toys, lol. Maybe if I were silver-haired, wrinkled, and lost my husband to old age I'd be more moved by Up. I'm on my way, though.

***GASP!!!***

Oh my good golly gosh!!! UP is amazing!!! DUG IS THE BEST!!!

My Heaven by Mary Chapin Carpenter

Lyrics:
Nothing shatters nothing breaks
Nothing hurts and nothing aches
We've got ourselves one helluva place in my heaven
Looking down at the world below
A bunch of whining, fighting schmo's
Up here we've got none of those, in my heaven

There's pools and lakes and hills and mountains
Music, art, and lighted fountains
Who needs bucks here, no one's counting
In my heaven
No one works, we all just play
We pick the weather everyday
If you change your mind, that's ok, in my heaven
Grandma's up here, Grandpa too
In a condo with to-die-for views
There's presidents and movie stars
You just come as you are
No one's lost and no one's missing
No more parting just hugs and kissing
And all these stars are just for wishing
In my heaven

There's little white lights everywhere
Your childhood dog in Dad's old chair
And more memories than my heart can hold
When Eva's singing "Fields of Gold"

There's neighbors, theives and long lost lovers
Villains, poets, kings and mothers
Up here we forgive each other, in my heaven
For every soul that's down there waiting,
Holding on, still hesitating
We say a prayer of levitating, in my heaven
You can look back at your life and lot
But it can't matter what you're not
By the time you're here, we're all we've got
In my heaven
In my heaven
In my heaven

I loved Doug. He was awesome...oh wait!!! LINE!!!


I hold the strings to my own purse in my Alternate Universe

Patti Rothberg.