John Denver was the first concert I ever attended. My Buddy Skip and I were juniors in HS and his dad was director of entertainment and food services for TWA in KC he got all kinds of concert tickets. We kinda made fun of John in school but it was a concert in the municipal auditorium. We couldn't drive yet so his dad dropped us off. Skip brought hash and weed lol unsure of the people at the concert we waited till the light went down and the pot wafted in the air so we lit up. We watched a great concert and Denver brought down the house never laughed at the man again. That was the beginning of a lot of concerts and drugs. That went on for many years till I was the last man standing all my friends had wives and kids. I grew up got a real job and gave up drugs. But man what a ride it was. [Reply]
What are some of the best lyrically written songs that you listen too? Great lyrics are just as big a part as good music to go along with it. Put them both together in a song and you've done something pretty damn awesome. Here are my first 2 entries, both songs are by Mike Pinto. He's an amazing lyricist, and his songs kick ass. Ok CP, what ya got?
Knocked up
Betty got knocked up,
while the husband was locked up,
baby was unplanned,
and the papa was a mailman.
it was a special delivery,
with no signs of chivalry,
a knock at the door,
and Betty got what she was looking for,
on the bathroom floor.
Spread her legs as her husband served a 5-to-10,
even embezzling money form the government,
well fuck the government.
Shes a sucker for a man in uniform,
hes a mother-fucker lyin' called her beautiful,
both were good and ready,
Betty got sweaty,
you could cut the tension with a dull machete.
Oh, Betty got locked up,
husband was locked up,
answers to the name of Xavier,
tryin' his best to get out on good behavior.
Meanwhile, Bettys got a child inside her,
no man, no man could be her provider, or stand beside her
The mailman ain't convinced one bit,
he just thinks that Betty needs a man around to babysit.
Well it was cool when he was all up in her,
but hes stickin' around cooking no ones dinner, well its
too bad, the love that they had
faded to fast, you know the mailman couldn't last too long
too long, so here I go with another fucking love song.
Well Betty thinks its time to go to court,
cuz she could really use the child support,
but from the start you know that Betty had the case won,
the mailman's gonna need a second occupation
OoOoh
Betty got knocked up, husband was locked up
baby was unplanned, papa was a mailman
special delivery, HA,
no signs of chivalry, HA,
knock at the door and Betty got what she was looking for,
Looking back at all these things in retrospect
shes wonder when her heart? Xavier's gonna wring her neck.
He's gonna wring her neck,
her neck, her neck! Ooh!
And late one night she got a call on the telephone,
thought it was Xavier with the news he was coming home
but no, it was the mailman on the Coastal Highway
he went postal, shot somebody!
He said goodbye and he drove his car into the ocean,
she shed no tear cuz in her heart she was hopin'
to pay a visit to her lover in stripes,
"Ya know the babys got the mailmans eyes?"
Ooh! Betty got knocked up!
Betty got knocked up, YEA! YEA! YEA!
Yes she did, yes she did, yes she did.
Ooh, Betty got knocked up.
Tricky Nicki
Tricky Nicky always ran around town
She’s the type of girl who'll turn your frown upside-down
Five fucking minutes in the sack and you’ll return
With a dozen roses and some weed to burn
Shit you think I’m babbling but Nicky’s always dabbling
With coke she’ll smoke your grass, toss your ass like a javelin
Before you get thrown here’s advice of my own
You better take out a mother-fucking loan
And it goes...
Tricky Nicky’s gonna spread her disease
Don’t bother to play the father. She can’t have no babies
She’ll take your money and she’ll take your Benz
And for a tab of ecstasy she’ll do you and a friend
What a shame, what a shame Tricky Nicky’s not the same
As she was before she got sucked in the cocaine game
The coke she’d steal would make her feel good for an hour or two
‘Til she woke up with her throat cut in a hospital room
Oh you’ll have to forgive me I have spoke too much
You see as my pen hits the paper my lips hit the Dutch
Well you know how that goes but lets continue to flow about
Poor old Tricky Nicky’s scenario
It was an emergency as she went under the knife
As doctors urgently tried to save Nicky’s life
There was a burglary and she was too high to fight
Cause she was staying with a dealer that she met that night
Woah...
[Solo]
Tricky Nicky always ran around town
She’s the type of bitch who'll turn your frown upside-down
Five fucking minutes in the sack and you’ll return
With a dozen roses and some weed to burn
Shit you think I’m lying but Nicky didn’t die
And the scar on her neck would only reflect the pain she keeps inside
So pass the story right on through
'Cause that is all that you can do
'Cause Tricky Nicky’s coming to a town near you
Nice! Back when I sold beer I did some promotions with Mike in San Diego. He is a great and humble guy. Fantastic performer. [Reply]
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think it's time I said me a few choice words
All about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
Well I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain
I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
Well it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four-wheel buggy is
A-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and grease
And wires and tires and anti freeze
And them accessories
Well honey, that's something else
Well you can get a stereo tape and a color TV
Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats
And just pay once a month, like you do your rent
Well I figured it up and over a period of time
This four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars
And ninety-nine cents, well now
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has become
Well it seems your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of hand
Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
Now the average American father and mother
Own one whole car and half another
And I bet that half a car is a
Trick to buy, don't you
But the thing that amazes me, I guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas
Well now, all the cars placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some
Fool pull out to pass
Well now, how I yearn for the good old days
Without that carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging over the roar of the interstate
Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars
Would have meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born
With a parking space
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has become
Well it seems your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of hand
Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done
Come away with me Lucille
In my smoking, choking automobile
Here's another good one that most people here have probably never heard of - Year of the Cat, by Al Stewart.
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat
While she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat
Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice you've lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the newborn day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat
Year of the cat
Lyrics
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Every time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Well, the first time I lose I drink whiskey
Second time I lose I drink gin
Third time I lose I drink anything
'Cause I think I'm gonna win
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me, no
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Every time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Well, the queen of spades is a friend of mine
The queen of hearts is a bitch
Someday when I clean up my mind
I'll find out which is which
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Every time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Well, I spend all night with the dealer
Tryin' to get ahead
Spend all day at the Holiday Inn
Trying to get out of bed
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me
Every time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Gram Parsons / Rick Grech
Wild Horses-Written by Gram Parsons er by Richard/Jagger yeah right Micks brother even said Gram played it for his friends Mick and Keith and gave the song to Mick while at his house drugged up out of his mind. Someday I hope Mick and Keith fess up. Gram recorded this 2 years before the stones.
Childhood living
Is easy to do
The things you wanted
I bought them for you
Graceless lady
You know who I am
You know I can't let you
Slide through my hands
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer
A dull aching pain
Now you've decided
To show me the same
No sweeping exit
Or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter
Or treat you unkind
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I know I've dreamed you
A sin and a lie
I have my freedom
But I don't have much time
Faith has been broken
Tears must be cried
Let's do some living
After we die
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
We'll ride them some day
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
We'll ride them some day
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger
Christine’s Tune
The Flying Burrito Brothers
She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise
Now a woman like that all she does is hate you
She doesn't know what makes a man a man
She'll talk about the times that she's been with you
She'll speak your name to everyone she can
She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise
Unhappiness has been her close companion
Her world is full of jealousy and doubt
It gets her off to see a person crying
She's just the kind that you can't do without
She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise
Her number always turns up in your pocket
Whenever you are looking for a dime
It's all right to call her but I'll bet you
The moon is full and your just wasting time
She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise (in disguise)
In disguise (in disguise)
In disguise (in disguise)
Here's one that comes to mind-- On Raglan Road. This started as a poem by Patrick Kavanagh, and then set to music by Luke Kelly about 25 years later. If you've seen the movie 'In Bruges' then you've heard a good bit of it during a pivotal scene.
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Originally Posted by Cheater5:
Here's one that comes to mind-- On Raglan Road. This started as a poem by Patrick Kavanagh, and then set to music by Luke Kelly about 25 years later. If you've seen the movie 'In Bruges' then you've heard a good bit of it during a pivotal scene.
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
The Young Dubliners' version is amazing.
Back when I was in athletics communications, I actually quoted the song in one of my softball tweets. :-) [Reply]
