Most moving lyrics ever

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in General Discussion edited January 2014
Especially when sang by Sinead o´Conner. Sends shivers down my spine.



The Foggy Dew



It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I

There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by

No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo

But, the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the Foggy Dew



Right proudly high over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of war

For, 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar

And from the plains of Royal Meath, strong men came hurrying through

While Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew



'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free

But, their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the grey North Sea

Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera true

Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew



The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year

And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true

Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew

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  • Reply 1 of 16
    Withou a doubt



    "Goodbye" by Steve Earl from "Train A Comin' " - Date: 08/01/1995



    I remember holdin on to you

    All them long and lonely nights I put you through

    Somewhere in there I'm sure I made you cry

    But I can't remember if we said goodbye



    CHORUS



    But I recall all of them nights down in Mexico

    One place I may never go in my life again

    Was I just off somewhere just too high

    But I can't remember if we said goodbye



    I only miss you here every now and then

    Like the soft breeze blowin; up from the Caribbean

    Most Novembers I break down and cry

    But I can't remember if we said goodbye



    CHORUS





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    - T.I.
  • Reply 2 of 16
    Hate to "drop the bomb on y'all" (this post looked like it was dying anyways) but...how about a whole ALBUM?







    <a href="http://www.cdnow.com/cgi-bin/mserver/SID=1594692740/pagename=/RP/CDN/FIND/album.html/artistid=MINUTEMEN/itemid=297780"; target="_blank">"Three Way Tie (for last)</a>



    I've played this album many times before and since 9|11. I played it again last night and literally cried. Not many albums or bands can do this to me. They have to touch a chord within me. And countless times this one always has. Wholly recommend it (plus their classic "Double Nickels on a Dime" CD). The Minutemen were from San Pedro, CA.. They were poised in 1985 with this album to become major players in the Indie scene. Tragicaly, the singer, songwriter and lead guitarist died in an automobile accident before their US. Tour for the album... Try and find this CD. Or swipe it off the web in MP3. I have now considered it to be one of my personal favorites. Here are the lyrics (with some of my notations)...





    all songs by the minutemen, except where indicated differently

    D. Boon, acoustic and electric guitars, singing (lead & back-up)

    Mike Watt, bass

    George Hurley, drums.

    Recorded at Radio Tokyo in Venice, California

    Produced by Ethan James and Boon/Watt

    SST-058 1985





    The Lyrics to "Three way tie":



    THE PRICE OF PARADISE (3:31) (this song goes anywhere...it could be an American soldier or a Hamas Terrorist...but it still evokes a lamented character following a cause that may have no finality...replace "Vietnam" with Israel, Afganistan or Palestine, you name it...)

    (boon)



    How I remember the history I have seen

    I was just a young boy,the horror I couldnt forsee

    All the pain that comes with war

    All the scars that never heal

    Here in paradise the price is cheap

    Young men die for greed



    Across the ocean in a land they call Vietnam

    Young men dying is all it would cost

    We were told and proudly believed

    They would fight to keep us free

    Here in America the price is cheap

    Young men die for what?



    My brother,the soldier was a hero who survived

    He'd tell the stories of men who died without dreams

    And they fight for men twice their age

    The smell of death made his life change

    The price of paradise is stained with blood

    Why?



    All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone

    Will die for their leaders far from their homes

    These are men who died very young

    Afraid to see that their cause was unjust

    Why couldnt they live for life?

    Not die to survive





    LOST (2:26)

    (kurt kirkwood-meat puppets) (a great no-nothing song co-written by Boon and Meatpuppet Kirkwood...)



    Lost on the freeways again

    Looking for cause to an end

    Nobody knows which way its gonna bend

    Lost on the freeways again



    Walking the breezeways again

    Looking for something my friend

    Im getting tired of living Nixon's mess

    Walking the breezeways again



    I know there will come a time when you'll say that you dont know me

    I know there will be a day when there's nothing no one owes me anymore



    Stuck in the attic again

    Out of the shallow and in to the deep end

    Ive got a wound that I know will never mend

    Stuck in the attic again



    I know there will come a time when you'll say that you dont know me

    I know there will be a day when there's nothing no one owes me anymore





    THE BIG STICK (2:27) (Again, try replacing these people/places with current ones and it all sends the same message...)

    (boon)



    Now over there in Managua Square

    With American made bombs falling everywhere

    They kill women and children and animals too

    These bombs are made by people like me and you

    And we're told that we hold a big stick over them

    But I know from what I've read that peace is in our hands



    Now over there in Guatamala my friend

    We're making mistakes there once again

    Uncle Sam supports a fascist regime

    That doesnt represent the people over there

    We learn and believe there is justice for us all

    And we lie to ourselves with a big stick up our ass



    Now if we stand and yell it out

    That war isn't what we're all about

    Then someone will come and bring us back

    To get the peace train back on it's tracks



    This is what I'm singing about

    The race war that America supports

    Indians will never die

    They'll do just fine if we let them try

    Though we hold,we're never told that peace is in our hands

    If we stop there is time to heal the scars we've caused

    To heal the scars we've caused...





    POLITICAL NIGHTMARE (3:50) (This is it. The song that hit me in the gut. Powerful musically, remember it's only a trio...amazing performance...has to be heard. Short but sweet too (they were known for that...being the "Minutemen".)

    (kira/watt)



    Someone's doing something

    Confusion

    Anpther invasion?

    Sympathize with who?



    Someone killed somebody

    Confusion

    Did anyone gain?

    How much did it cost?



    Woke up screaming

    Someone changed sides

    Everyone was dying



    One too many votes...Satan won





    COURAGE (2:29) (A song for soldiers/terrorists...from wherever you originate...)

    (boon)



    Where's your courage?

    Are you afraid to die?

    Are you happy that God is on your side?



    I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory



    Where's your courage?

    Do you think you're alone?

    Are you laughing for being blind and pure?



    I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory



    Where's your courage?

    Do you share all you have?

    Are you hiding from something you dont know?



    Where's your courage?





    HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE RAIN? (2:25) (This is the one that cracked me up. I never really liked any cover songs, but this one is emotionally on the mark...fantastic and sooo poinient in today's troubled times. )

    (john fogerty-creedence clearwater revival)



    Someone told me long ago

    There's a calm before the storm

    I know...it's been coming for some time



    When it's over so they say

    It'll rain a sunny day

    I know...shining down like water



    I wanna know...have you ever seen the rain?

    I wanna know...have you ever seen the rain?

    Coming down on a sunny day



    Yesterday and days before

    Sun is cold and rain is hard

    I know...it's been that way for all my time



    'Till forever on it goes

    Through the circle fast and slow

    I know...can it stop I wonder



    I wanna know...have you ever seen the rain?

    I wanna know...have you ever seen the rain?

    Coming down on a sunny day





    THE RED AND THE BLACK (4:04) (Another amazing cover song. Orginally a Blue Oyster Cult encore fave when all five members of the band would have a guitar fest. Here though, it's only D. Boon, drummer George Hurley and the great bassist Mike Watt.)

    (albert bouchard/eric bloom/sandy pearlman-blue oyster cult)



    Canadian mounted,baby

    A police force that works

    Red and black is their color scheme

    Get their man in the end



    It's all right...It's all right

    You kill,you maim

    You kill,you maim



    Frontenac chateau,baby

    I cross the fromtier at ten

    Got a whip in my hand,baby

    And a girl or a huskie at leather's end



    It's all right...It's all right

    You kill,you maim

    You kill you maim



    Hornswoop me bungo pony

    Dog sled on ice

    Make a dash for freedom,baby

    Dont skate on polar ice

    It's too thick to be sliced by the light

    Of long,white polar nights



    It's all right...It's all right

    You kill,you maim

    You kill,you maim





    SPOKEN WORD PIECE (1:04) (Pretty much self explanatory. D. Boon speaking over a recording of a Viet Nam chopper pilot machine gunning the VC in the rice fields...)

    (watt)



    Liberal Man meets Conservative Man

    Conservative Man wears his myth on his skin

    Liberal Man has to explain his and keeps his shirt all buttoned up

    Conservative Man greets Liberal Man with a well-rehearsed cold stare

    Liberal Man replies by issuing forth horseshit

    Conservative Man retaliates by taking the concrete reality of the

    situation and lodging it,like a wedge,right between both sides of

    Liberal Man's brain

    Liberal Man is caught off gaurd by this apparent non-abstraction

    There is one full minute of confusion

    Liberal Man becomes Conservative Man

    Conservative Man becomes Liberal Man

    War is declared

    Liberal Man cheats by calling in reinforcements

    Conservative Man is set upon by a mob and murdered

    Said mob then turns on Liberal Man and he dies a broken man





    NO ONE (3:24) (This song reflects the poor, the suffering and the disenfranchised all over the world... Very powerful, loud and pounding song...awesome in it's performance...)

    (kira/watt)



    No one! I said no one!

    Im talkin' about no one!

    I said no one!



    No heart,no soul

    Not working at that goal

    Im talkin' about no one

    I said no one



    No love,no hate

    No someone to emulate

    Im talkin' about no one

    I said no one



    Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's...



    No one! I said no one!

    Im talkin' about no one!

    I said no one!



    Not living,not dying

    Life just means surviving

    Im talkin' about no one

    I said no one



    No cost,no gain

    Not worth going insane

    Im talkin' about no one

    I said no one



    Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's...



    No one! I said no one!

    Im talkin' about no one!

    I said no one!



    No pain,no remorse

    Emptiness just a matter of course

    Im talkin' about no one

    I said no one



    No world,no fair

    Lost hope I no longer care

    Im talkin' about no one

    I said no one



    Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's...



    No one! I said no one!

    Im talkin' about no one!

    I said no one!



    STORIES (1:31) (A short, aucoustic song break...co-written with the Black Flag bassist Kira.)

    (kira/watt)



    I heard one today about the one I love

    I heard one earlier that shook me up

    I heard one the other day,cant believe it's true



    I heard one by accident wish I had it

    I heard one so many times I couldn't care any more





    WHAT IS IT? (1:46) (Another, short but sweet. I think Watt and Kira were going out at the time...)

    (kira/watt)



    In your eyes I've seen it

    In my silence it's heard

    In a dream it lingers



    In solitude it's known

    In honesty I scream it

    In panic I forget it



    In desperation I need it

    In time I lose it

    In my mind I save it





    ACK ACK ACK (0:26) (Another cover. I know they do have many on this album, but they knew that many of the bands they covered weren't known and they thought this album would be their topper and maybe they would get some attention...)

    (talley/jones/johansen-the urinals)



    Johnny got a gun

    Ack Ack Ack Ack

    Johnny got a gun

    Ack Ack Ack Ack

    Like this

    Ack Ack Ack Ack

    Like this

    Ack Ack Ack Ack



    All the papers write about Johnny

    All the radios shout his name

    He grabbed his gun and shot me down

    Ack Ack Ack Ack





    JUST ANOTHER SOLDIER (1:54) (Another Anti-War song? Think not..?)

    (boon)



    Over 300 dead,we still got pride

    We've lost all our morals,we still got pride

    Should we fight this war in some far corner of the globe

    And learn how to die for some unjust cause



    Is this our future?

    Ashes are all that remain

    It's easy when you got pride



    How much pride does a dead soldier got?

    His life so short,no chance to even start



    The ones he left behind

    The world he'll never see

    But no one could deny that the soldier died with pride





    SITUATIONS AT HAND (1:20)(Another "spiel")

    (kira/watt)



    There are still lofty dreams meager desires and still silliness





    HITTIN' THE BONG (0:40) (No "spiel" - D Boon bein' all sensitive on the acoustic guitar.)

    (boon)





    BERMUDA (1:37) (The end track...nothing much, Watt singing over the telephone to Boon. Good ender.)

    (roky erickson



    Sorry, had to get that off my chest...but HIGHLY recommend them... <img src="graemlins/smokin.gif" border="0" alt="[Chilling]" />



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  • Reply 3 of 16
    thuh freakthuh freak Posts: 2,664member
    i can't possibly let a thread like this go down without a pink floyd reference.



    Bike (by the daft Syd Barret):

    I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like. It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good.

    I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

    You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

    I'll give you anything, everything if want things.



    I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.

    There's a tear up the front. It's red and black. I've had it for months. If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

    You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

    I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.



    I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.

    I don't know why I call him Gerald.

    He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

    You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

    I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.



    I've got a clan of gingerbread men.

    Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.

    Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

    You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

    I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.



    I know a room of musical tunes.

    Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.

    Let's go into the other room and make them work.



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  • Reply 4 of 16
    thuh freakthuh freak Posts: 2,664member
    and, heres another pinkie. its has more feeling lyrically. so many of theirs do tho. i guess after this one i suggest gotta suggest u guys go out and get more yourselves. i suggest getting the `wish you were here` album, and doin ur drug of choice. heres the song (not actually from wywh, but still grate).



    If (by Roger Waters):

    If I were a swan, I'd be gone.

    If I were a train, I'd be late and

    If I were a good man,

    I'd talk with you more often than I do.



    If I were asleep, I could dream

    If I were afraid, I could hide and

    If I go insane,

    Please don't put your wires in my brain.



    If I were a moon, I'd be cool.

    If I were a good man,

    I'd understand the spaces between friends.



    If I were alone, I would cry.

    If I were with you, I'd be home, and dry, and

    If I go insane,

    Will you still let me join in with the game.
  • Reply 5 of 16
    groveratgroverat Posts: 10,872member
    "With God On Our Side" - Bob Dylan
  • Reply 6 of 16
    pscatespscates Posts: 5,847member
    "Wang Dang Sweet Poontang" by Ted Nugent
  • Reply 7 of 16
    candidate (david bowie)



    I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate

    We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake

    My set is amazing, it even smells like a street

    There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend

    Someone scrawled on the walls I smell the blood of les tricoteuses

    Grown up scandals, and other bars

    We're having so much fun with the poisonous people,

    Spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up

    Some make you sing, and some make you scream

    One makes you wish that you'd never been seen

    But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mach

    Making bullet-proof faces: charles manson, cassius clay

    If you want it, boys, get it here then

    So you scream out of line

    I want you! I need you! anyone out there? any time?'

    Trs butch little number say 'when you're dirty, I want you.

    When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces

    If you want it, boys, get it here, then

    On the street where you live I could not hold up my head,

    For I put all I had in another bed

    On another floor, in the back of a car

    In a cellar like a church with the door ajar

    Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind,

    But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds

    Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights

    Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright

    I guess we can cruise down one more time,

    With you by my side, it should be fine

    We'll buy some drugs and watch a band

    We'll jump in the river holding hands
  • Reply 8 of 16
    jeffyboyjeffyboy Posts: 1,055member
    <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" /> pscates!



    How about a sample line?



    Jeff



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  • Reply 9 of 16
    pscatespscates Posts: 5,847member
    [quote]Originally posted by jeffyboy:

    <strong> <img src="graemlins/lol.gif" border="0" alt="[Laughing]" /> pscates!



    How about a sample line?



    Jeff



    [ 06-21-2002: Message edited by: jeffyboy ]</strong><hr></blockquote>



    Well, a sample line just won't do. It's such a beautifully crafted and exquisite piece of poetry...I shall share the entire thing:





    WANG DANG SWEET POONTANG



    That Nadine, what a teenage queen

    She lookin' so clean, especi'lly down in between; what I like



    She come to town; she be foolin' around

    a puttin' me down as a rock-and-roll clown

    It's all right



    Wang Dang Sweet Poontang



    Wang dang, what a sweet poontang

    a shakin' my thang as a rang-a-dang-dang in the bell



    She's so sweet when she yanks on my meat

    Down on the street you know she can't be beat

    What the hell



    Wang Dang Sweet Poontang






    Sheer genius. Gets me right here, everytime.



  • Reply 10 of 16
    applenutapplenut Posts: 5,768member
    the most moving musical performance/lyrics I have heard besides a friend singing at his father's funeral is Bruce Springsteen singing My City of Ruins at the start of America: A tribute to Heroes.





    There's a blood red circle

    on the cold dark ground

    and the rain is falling down

    The church doors blown open

    I can hear the organ's song

    But the congregation's gone



    My city of ruins

    My city of ruins



    Now the sweet veils of mercy

    drift through the evening trees

    Young men on the corner

    like scattered leaves

    The bordered up windows

    The hustlers and thieves

    While my brother's down on his knees



    My city of ruins

    My city of ruins



    Come on rise up!

    Come on rise up!



    Now there's tears on the pillow

    darling where we slept

    and you took my heart when you left

    without your sweet kiss

    my soul is lost, my friend

    Now tell me how do I begin again?



    My city's in ruins

    My city's in ruins



    Now with these hands

    I pray Lord

    with these hands

    for the strength Lord

    with these hands

    for the faith Lord

    with these hands

    I pray Lord

    with these hands

    for the strength Lord

    with these hands

    for the faith Lord

    with these hands



    Come on rise up!

    Come on rise up!

    Rise up





    the way he sang it was unbelievable. it was pure emotion on his side
  • Reply 11 of 16
    These most topical lyrics were written in 1968 by Peter Sinfield, for King Crimson...the music is equally scary...violent and frantic jazz/metal...so much for the mellow 60s!....!



    Cat's foot iron claw,

    Neuro-surgeons scream for more.

    At paranoia's poison door,

    Twenty first century schizoid man...



    Blood rack barbed wire,

    Polititians' funeral pyre.

    Innocents raped with napalm fire.

    Twenty first century schizoid man...



    Death seed blind man's greed,

    Poets' starving children bleed.

    Nothing he's got he really needs,

    Twenty first century schizoid man...
  • Reply 12 of 16
    kelibkelib Posts: 740member
    Bob Dylan - Like a Rolling Stone



    Once upon a time you dressed so fine

    You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

    People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"

    You thought they were all kiddin' you

    You used to laugh about

    Everybody that was hangin' out

    Now you don't talk so loud

    Now you don't seem so proud

    About having to be scrounging for your next meal.



    How does it feel

    How does it feel

    To be without a home

    Like a complete unknown

    Like a rolling stone?



    You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

    But you know you only used to get juiced in it

    And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

    And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

    You said you'd never compromise

    With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

    He's not selling any alibis

    As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

    And ask him do you want to make a deal?



    How does it feel

    How does it feel

    To be on your own

    With no direction home

    Like a complete unknown

    Like a rolling stone?



    You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

    When they all come down and did tricks for you

    You never understood that it ain't no good

    You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

    You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

    Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

    Ain't it hard when you discover that

    He really wasn't where it's at

    After he took from you everything he could steal.



    How does it feel

    How does it feel

    To be on your own

    With no direction home

    Like a complete unknown

    Like a rolling stone?



    Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

    They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

    Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

    But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe

    You used to be so amused

    At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

    Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

    When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

    You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.



    How does it feel

    How does it feel

    To be on your own

    With no direction home

    Like a complete unknown

    Like a rolling stone?
  • Reply 13 of 16
    mimacmimac Posts: 871member
    [quote]Originally posted by macvasco:

    <strong>Especially when sang by Sinead o´Conner. Sends shivers down my spine.



    The Foggy Dew



    It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I

    There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by

    No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo

    But, the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the Foggy Dew



    Right proudly high over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of war

    For, 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar

    And from the plains of Royal Meath, strong men came hurrying through

    While Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew



    'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free

    But, their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the grey North Sea

    Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera true

    Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew



    The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear

    For those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year

    And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true

    Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew</strong><hr></blockquote>



    Definatley a classic Irish tune there Macvasco



    Has a lot of history and meaning in it too.
  • Reply 14 of 16
    agent302agent302 Posts: 974member
    Well, I don't know if these are the most moving lyrics, but they have great meaning to me.



    Tool - Lateralus (it's more than loud music, it's poetic loud music)



    Black then white are all i see in my infancy.

    red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

    lets me see.

    as below, so above and beyond, I imagine

    drawn beyond the lines of reason.

    Push the envelope. Watch it bend.



    Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.

    Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must

    Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.



    Black then white are all i see in my infancy.

    red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

    lets me see there is so much more and

    beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.

    as below, so above and beyond, I imagine

    drawn outside the lines of reason.

    Push the envelope. Watch it bend.



    over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.

    Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.

    Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.

    Reaching out to embrace the random.

    Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.



    I embrace my desire to

    I embrace my desire to

    feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow

    to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,

    to bathe in the fountain,

    to swing on the spiral

    to swing on the spiral

    to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.



    With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.

    I feel it move across my skin.

    I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.

    what ever will bewilder me.

    And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.

    We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

    Spiral out. Keep going.

    Spiral out. Keep going.

    Spiral out. Keep going.

    Spiral out. Keep going.

    Spiral out. Keep going.
  • Reply 15 of 16
    jeffyboyjeffyboy Posts: 1,055member
    You guys make me feel so unhip! All your obscure tunes and I'm most touched by one of the most popular songs of all time:



    "I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news

    But she just smiled and turned away.

    I went down to the sacred store where I heard the music years before

    But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

    And in the streets the children screamed

    Lovers cried and the poets dreamed

    But not a word was spoken

    The church bells all were broken.

    And the three men I admire most

    The Father, Son and The Holy Ghost

    They caught the last train for the coast

    The day the music died."



    Don Mclean, "American Pie" if anyone didn't know.



    Jeff
  • Reply 16 of 16
    macfenianmacfenian Posts: 276member
    [quote]Originally posted by MiMac:

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    Definatley a classic Irish tune there Macvasco



    Has a lot of history and meaning in it too.</strong><hr></blockquote>



    A worthy ode to brave men I think.



    Where in Ireland are you from?
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