Great Song Lyrics

One good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain)
Oh, oh, I say, one good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain)
Hit me with music, hit me with music now
This is (Trenchtown rock), don't watch that
(Trenchtown rock), big fish or sprat now
(Trenchtown rock) You reap what you sow
(Trenchtown rock), and only Jah, Jah know
(Trenchtown rock) I'd never turn my back
(Trenchtown rock), I'd give the slum a try
(Trenchtown rock) I'd never let the children cry
(Trenchtown rock), 'cause you got to tell Jah, Jah why
It's Kingston 12
(Groovin'), it's Kingston 12
(Groovin') It's Kingston 12 now
(Groovin'), it's Kingston 12
No want you come galang so, oh no
(... no want you fe galang so), ska-ba-dip-ska-ba
(You want come cold I up ...)…

 

The Clash released this to show how easy it was to make a formulaic "hit" and proved it too.

 

Trenchtown and kingston, knew it was Jamaican but thought Bob was too easy

 

“ My Maserati does 185
I lost my licence
Now I don’t drive...”

 

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

The last two lines would be my epitaph
(I'm a happy chappy )

 

How about it ?
Well it's bollocks.
The bit about the cruiser anyway.

 

You...Yes. You. Stand still Laddie.

 

From Deeper Kind of Slumber. I still play this album most weeks. No idea what it all means, but extremely hypnotic. There have been plenty of times I'm glad I haven't got a gas oven mind apparently written in Middle English by a Swede. Lordy...any other Tiamat fans here?

 

It is suggesting that the Belgrano should not have been sunk.

 

To me, the best example of nonsense lyrics is Procol Harum Whiter shade of pale. I know I'm not native English speaker but sounds really psychedelic anyway.

 

Bruce Springsteen – “I’m On Fire”

“At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet/ And a freight train running through the/ Middle of my head / Only you can cool my desire.”

 

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour
Of the galaxy we call the 'milky way'
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point
We go 'round every two hundred million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, the speed of light, you know
Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
'Cause it's bugger all down here on Earth

 

"Du hast jeden raum mit Sonne gefluted" (you flooded every room with sunshine)

That's from "Der Weg" by Herbert Grönemeyer, which he sings for his deceased wife.

 

What's so funny bout peace love and understanding.

 

Not quite Andy. It was trying to show that what is not much more than a parlour game to our dear leaders has a profound effect on ordinary people. Roger Waters lost his father at Anzio and was vehemently antiwar, we can safely say.


"It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives"