Songs have been written about anything and everything.
Some can make you feel good. Some make you blue. They can inspire. They can be humorous. They can tell stories. They can be poetic.
Feel free to post a song that for whatever reason captured you.
They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark She looked at him and he felt a spark Tingle to his bones 'Twas then he felt alone And wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel With a neon burnin' bright He felt the heat of the night Hit him like a freight train Moving with a simple twist of fate
A saxophone someplace far-off played As she was walkin' on by the arcade As the light bust through a beat-up shade Where he was waking up She dropped a coin into the cup Of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare He didn't see her anywhere He told himself he didn't care Pushed the window open wide Felt an emptiness inside To which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks Hunts her down by the waterfront docks Where the sailors all come in Maybe she'll pick him out again How long must he wait? One more time, for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it's a sin To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin But I lost the ring She was born in spring But I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate
A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore And the other travellers came walking down the track And they never went further, no, they never went back
Then came the churches, then came the schools Then came the lawyers, then came the rules Then came the trains and the trucks with their load And the dirty old track was the Telegraph Road
Then came the mines, then came the ore Then there was the hard times, then there was a war Telegraph sang a song about the world outside Telegraph Road got so deep and so wide Like a rolling river
And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze People driving home from the factories There's six lanes of traffic Three lanes moving slow
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found Yes, and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles They can always fly away from this rain and this cold You can hear them singing out their telegraph code All the way down the Telegraph Road
Well, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights Yeah, life was just a bet on a race between the lights You had your hand on my shoulder, had your hand in my hair Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
But just believe in me baby and I'll take you away From out of this darkness and into the day From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain From the anger that lives on the streets with these names 'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane I've seen desperation explode into flames And I don't wanna see it again
From all of these signs saying "sorry but we're closed" All the way down the Telegraph Road
When we were waiting for Edwin to join our family ( he is adopted from Guatemala) I heard this song on the radio and cried.
Somewhere Out There - From An American Tale: Fievel Goes West
Somewhere out there, Beneath the pale moonlight, Someone's thinking of me, And loving me tonight.
Somewhere out there, Someone's saying a prayer, That we'll find one another, In that big somewhere out there.
And even though I know how very far apart we are, It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star, And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky!
Somewhere out there, If love can see us through, Then we'll be together, Somewhere out there, Out where dreams Come true...
bone... Stealing my song from the ‘cover tune’ thread a while back I see.
How’s this...
The leaves seen through my window pane Remind me that it's time to move my life again November sun is felt by none A chilly breeze has blown my thoughts to what's to come A cup of warm coffee, some vitamin C A bowl for the cat, a bowl for the dog, a bowl for me Choose my bluest tape and unlock my car An honest tune with a lingering lead has taken me this far
On the edge of the porch in the warm evening night Throwing the bone for the dog I see two passing lights Well, I wonder where that driver's bound Is there someone, somewhere, someway out there that I've not found A touch of smoke ain't what it seems Dust and sunshine can also make my eyes look mean But there's a brown cat sleeping through this day's show Toppin' off the woodpile, breathing slow
‘Driving Song’ by Widespread Panic Not a lot of lyrics but it paints a picture and is great song.
Look for a while at the china cat sunflower Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun Copperdome bodhi drip a silver kimono Like a crazy quilt star gown through a dream night wind
Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandanna Like a one-eyed cheshire, like a diamond-eye jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle To a double-e waterfall over my back
Comic book colors on a violin river cryin' leonardo Words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls In the eagle-winged palace of the queen chinee
So there!! Take that English language and shove it!!
Last addition. I promise. I wish more took it to heart....
I've seen Jesus play with flames in a lake of fire that I was standing in Met the devil in Seattle and spent 9 months inside the lion's den Met Buddha yet another time and he showed me a glowing light within But I swear that God is there every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend Says my son it's all been done and someday your gonna wake up old and gray So go and try to have some fun showing warmth to everyone You meet and greet and cheat along the way There's a gateway in our mind that leads somewhere out there beyond this plane Where reptile aliens made of light cut you open and pull out all your pain Tell me how you make illegal something that we all make in our brain Some say you might go crazy but then again it might make you go sane Every time I take a look inside inside that old and fabled book I'm blinded and reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky Marijuana, LSD, Psilocybin, and DMT They all changed the way I see But love's the only thing that ever saved my life So don't waste your mind on nursery rhymes Or fairy tales of blood and wine It's turtles all the way down the line So to each their own til' we go home To other realms our souls must roam To and through the myth that we all call space and time
Lyrics have always been a thing to me. I quote them like poems. I remember songs my father sang. Every word they never leave me. They just roll around in my mind.
This song has a feeling that holds on to me.
There's a house on my block that's abandoned and cold The folks moved out of it a long time ago And they took all their things and they never came back It looks like it's haunted with the windows all cracked Everyone calls it the house The house where nobody lives
Once it held laughter Once it held dreams, did they throw it away, did they know what it means? Did someone's heart break Or did someone do somebody wrong?
Well, the paint is all cracked, it was peeled off of the wood The papers were stacked on the porch where I stood And the weeds had grown up just as high as the door There were birds in the chimney and an old chest of drawers Looks like no one will ever come back To the house where nobody lives
Oh, and once it held laughter Once it held dreams, did they throw it away, did they know what it means? Did someone's heart break Or did someone do somebody wrong?
So if you find someone Someone to have, someone to hold, don't trade it for silver Oh, don't trade it for gold 'Cause I have all of life's treasures and they're fine and they're good They remind me that houses are just made of wood What makes a house grand, oh, it ain't the roof or the doors If there's love in a house, it's a palace for sure But without love it ain't nothin' but a house A house where nobody lives But without love It ain't nothin' but a house, a house where nobody lives
I always thought this would be a great song at a wedding: Beginnings by Chicago:
[Verse 1] When I'm with you, it doesn't matter where we are Or what we're doing, I'm with you, that's all that matters Time passes much too quickly when we're together laughing I wish I could sing it to you, oh no I wish I could sing it to you
[Chorus] Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Mostly I'm silent mmm silent la la la la la Never think about words to say
[Verse 2] When I kiss you, I feel a thousand different feelings The color of chills all over my body And when I feel them, I quickly try to decide which one I should try to put into words, oh no Try to put into words
[Chorus] Mostly I'm silent silent la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Silent
[Verse 3] Only the beginning of what I want to feel forever yeah Oh no whoa yes Only the beginning, only just the start I've got to get you into my life Got to get you next to me Only the beginning, only just the start
I’m a big lyrics guy too. It’s part of what drew my to the Grateful Dead. They sang songs that told tales. Covering and writing cowboy songs. Doing the same with Americana standards that were long dead. Then they spun their own stories. Songs like Wharf Rat come to mind. Lyrics are also why I didn’t ever find a real connection to Phish after Jerry died. Most of their songs are ‘China Cat Sunflower-esk’ in their meaning. I couldn’t connect to the band. What ended up pulling me into Widespread Panic is they carried the Dead’s tradition of writing stories. Telling tales... and doing it to psychedelic music. Panic being much heavier and more southern in sound, but still in the tradition.
I always thought Bob Seger wrote great lyrics. I don't want to post them all the lyrics but some of the songs that come to mind are "Til It Shines", The Famous Final Scene", "Like a Rock", "Turn the Page" "night Moves" "Feel Like a Number"etc
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The days grow shorter and the nights are getting long Feels like we're running out of time
Every day it seems much harder tellin' right from wrong You got to read between the lines
Don't get discouraged, don't be afraid, we can Make it through another day Make it worth the price we pay
The Good Book says it's better to give than to receive I do my best to do my part
Nothin' in my pockets I got nothin' up my sleeve I keep my magic in my heart
Keep up your spirit, keep up your faith, baby I am counting on you You know what you've got to do
Fight the good fight every moment Every minute every day Fight the good fight every moment It's your only way
All your life you've been waiting for your chance Where you'll fit into the plan But you're the master of your own destiny So give and take the best that you can
You think a little more money will buy your soul some rest You'd better think of something else instead
You're so afraid of being honest with yourself You'd better take a look inside your head
Nothing is easy, nothing good is free But I can tell you where to start Take a look inside your heart There's an answer in your heart
Fight the good fight every moment Every minute every day Fight the good fight every moment Make it worth the price we pay
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home
Mother please forgive them For they know not what they do Looking back in history's books It seems it's nothing new Oh, let my mother live
Heaven is for heroes And hell is full of fools Stupidity, no will to live They're breaking God's own rules Please let my mother live
Father of all creation I think we're all going wrong The path they're taking Seems to be breaking And it won't take too long Children of the future Watching empires fall Madness, the cup they drink from Self destruction, the toll
I had a vision, l saw the world burn And the seas had turned red The sun had fallen, the final curtain In the land of the dead Mother, please show the children Before it's too late To fight each other, there's no one winning We must fight all the hate
Round Here
Counting Crows
Step out the front door like a ghost Into the fog where no one notices the Contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels Get a better view of the crumbling Difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air, between the rain, Through myself and back again where? I Don't know Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying why? I don't know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to Meet a boy who looks like Elvis. She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets The land just like she's Walking on a wire in the circus. She parks her car outside of my house And takes her clothes off, says she's Close to understanding Jesus. She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood, She has trouble acting Normal when she's nervous. Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs Round here she's slipping through my hands Oh sleeping children better run like the wind, Out of the lightning dream Mama's little baby better get herself in out of the lightning She says "it's only in my head." She says "shh, I know it's only in my head." But the girl on the car in the parking lot says "man, you should try to take a Shot. can't you see my walls are crumblin'" Then she looks up at the building And says she's thinkin' of jumping. she says She's tired of life, she must be tired of something. Round here she's always on my mind Round here (hey man)i got lots of time Round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late. I can't see nothing, nothing round here (oh) Won't you catch me if I'm falling? Won't you catch me if I'm falling? Won't you catch me 'cause I'm falling down on you. See I'm under the gun round here Oh man I said I'm under the gun round here And I can't see nothing, nothing round here.
Songwriters: Steve Bowman / David Lynn Bryson / Adam Fredric Duritz / Charles Thomas Gillingham / David A Janusko / Dan Ryan Jewett / Matthew Mark Malley / Christopher C Roldan
Sympathy for the Devil
The Rolling Stones
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul to waste
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made
I shouted out Who killed the Kennedys? When after all It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game, mm yeah
Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down
Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Oh, right What's my name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger
Intoducing for The Cleveland Browns, Quarterback Deshawn "The Predator" Watson. He will also be the one to choose your next head coach.
"First down inside the 10. A score here will put us in the Super Bowl. Cooper is far to the left as Njoku settles into the slot. Moore is flanked out wide to the right. Chubb and Ford are split in the backfield as Watson takes the snap ... Here we go."
I've seen the storm clouds in your past But rest assured 'cause you are safe at home at last I rescued you, you rescued me and we're right where we should be when we're together
I know the questions in your mind But go ahead and ask me one more time You'll find the answer's still the same It won't change from day to day for worse or better
Will I promise to be your best friend? And am I here until the end? Can I be sure I have been waiting for you? And did I say my love is true? Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do
I know the time will disappear But this love we're building on will always be here No way that this is sinking sand On this solid rock we'll stand forever
Will I promise to be your best friend? And am I here until the end? Can I be sure I have been waiting for you? And did I say my love is true? Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do
Songwriters: Kasseem Dean / Jonathan H. Smith / Calvin Cordazor Broadus
Had my dog with me and a backpack. Lived in a tent and traveled through most of the country.
Landed in Belize city. Went inland through Belize to Tikal.
I graduated from college with a degrees in Anthropology. Had a interest in the Mayan culture and went looking for ruins.
Lived in Livingston on the Caribbean coast. Went Lago Isabel, Chichicastenango, Huehuetenago, Atitlan. The lake around Atitlan was incredible beautiful. Climbed up to see an active volcano. Went to mercado's every weekend.
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, Four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it Soldiers are cutting us down Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her And found her dead on the ground How can you run when you know?
Gotta get down to it Soldiers are cutting us down Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her And found her dead on the ground How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, Four dead in Ohio.
49 years ago, today, 5/4/70. Kent State University.
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There will be no playoffs. Can’t play with who we have out there and compounding it with garbage playcalling and worse execution. We don’t have good skill players on offense period. Browns 20 - Bears 17.
I graduated from Kent in 1971. I was there. There through the whole thing. I was near Franklin Hall had been arrested and put on a bus guarded by National Guard soldiers when the shots rang out.
All those years ago and I have a hard time listening to that song.
I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart But you've got being right down to an art You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall You're a regular original, a know-it-all Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much So you got the brain but have you got the touch Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night That don't impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket And a comb up his sleeve-just in case And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughta lock it 'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place Oh-oo-oh, so you think you're something special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much So you got the looks but have you got the touch Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night That don't impress me much
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in I can't believe you kiss your car good night C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right! Oh-oo-oh, so you think you're something special Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much So you got the moves but have you got the touch Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night That don't impress me much You think you're cool but have you got the touch Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night That don't impress me much
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something Whatever That don't impress me
“To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.”
"I was just wandering after love - If I started falling anywhere around here... 'cause I swear that I saw it in the sky, a comet - A star flying high everywhere. If you know me, know me, know you can show me. Yes I know, if you want, move close to the sun. And oh...... I feel that, too young, I know it's all wrong. We walk through the fields without a care in the world. If you know me, know me, know you can show me. Yes I know, if you want, move close to the sun. And oh...... All we are is all we are. All we are is all we are."
Back in the day, Obie Benson and Al Cleveland collaborated on this song and tried to convince The Four Tops to record it. They refused because it was a protest song, as did Joan Baez. Marvin Gaye liked the song and wanted one of the groups he was producing to record it. But, he got part of the proceeds if he was the one to record it.
He talked to Motown's leader Barry Gordy about the song and Gordy told Marvin "why do you want to ruin your career?" Y'all getting this...........It was 1970 and protesting against bias and prejudice was still a huge thing.
Can you imagine what it was like for black artists back in the day? You know things are unjust, but you wanna make it and know that addressing such unfairness would probably kill your career.
That's powerful.
Here are the lyrics:
Quote:
What’s Going On Marvin Gaye
Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today, eheh
Father, father We don't need to escalate You see, war is not the answer For only love can conquer hate You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today, oh oh oh
Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me, so you can see Oh, what's going on What's going on Yeah, what's going on Ah, what's going on
In the mean time Right on, baby Right on brother Right on babe
Mother, mother, everybody thinks we're wrong Oh, but who are they to judge us Simply 'cause our hair is long Oh, you know we've got to find a way To bring some understanding here today Oh oh oh
Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality C'mon talk to me So you can see What's going on Yeah, what's going on Tell me what's going on I'll tell you what's going on, ooh ooo ooo ooo Right on baby Right on baby
Melody Gardot was hit by a SUV while riding a bike. The accident nearly cost her life and left her permanently disabled.
Although personal for her the song apply's to many.
"Some Lessons"
Well I'm buckled up inside It's a miracle that I'm alive I do not think I can survive On bread and wine alone To think that I could have fallen A centimeter to the left Would not be here to see the sunset Or have myself a time
Well why do the hands of time So easily unwind
Some lessons we learn the hard way Some lessons don't come easy That's the price we have to pay Some lessons we learn the hard way They don't come right off and right easy That's why they say some lessons learned we learn the hard way
Remember the sound of the pavement World turned upside down City streets unlined and empty Not a soul around Life goes away in a flash Right before your eyes If I think real hard well I reckon I've had some real good times
Well why do the hands of time So easily unwind
Some lessons we learn the hard way Some lessons don't come easy That's the price we have to pay Some lessons we learn the hard way They don't come right off and right easy That's why they say some lessons learned we learn the hard way
I graduated from Kent in 1971. I was there. There through the whole thing. I was near Franklin Hall had been arrested and put on a bus guarded by National Guard soldiers when the shots rang out.
All those years ago and I have a hard time listening to that song.
I don't blame you. National Guard was in over its head. The political climate wasn't good, there'd been some student uprising at KSU in the days before. Some little marine wannabes who weren't old enough to drink decided there would be blood.
That song was on the radio three weeks after the shootings. It hit hard, which isn't surprising.
Of all the songwriters Dylan occupies a unique position for quality and quantity. Dylan is a master wordsmith. So many of his songs are poetic this is one of many but it stands out imo.
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose I offered up my innocence I got repaid with scorn Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm
I'm just a sentimental old sap. This song, by Kenny Chesney, has been going through my head a lot recently. The first part really applies to my 31 year old son.....but the second part really applies to my graduating daughter.
There Goes My Life - Kenny Chesney:
All he could think about was I'm too young for this Got my whole life ahead Hell I'm just a kid myself How 'm I gonna raise one
All he could see were his dreams Goin' up in smoke So much for ditchin' this town And hangin' out on the coast Oh well, those plans are long gone
And he said "There goes my life There goes my future, my everything Might as well kiss it all goodbye There goes my life"
A couple years of up all night and Few thousand diapers later That mistake he thought he made Covers up the refrigerator Oh yea, he loves that little girl
Mamma's waitin' to tuck her in As she fumbles up those stairs She smiles back at him Draggin' that teddy bear, sleep tight Blue eyes and bouncin' curls
He smiles "There goes my life There goes my future, my everything I love you Daddy, good night There goes my life"
She had that Honda loaded down With Abercrombie clothes And fifteen pairs of shoes And his American Express
He checked the oil, slammed the hood Said, "You're good to go" She hugged 'em both And headed off to the West Coast
And he cried "There goes my life There goes my future, my everything I love you, Baby, goodbye"
There goes my life
There goes my life Baby goodbye Baby goodbye There goes my life
My son is doing great in life. My daughter will be heading off to college before long. I don't know what it is - is it because she's my youngest? Because she's a daughter? Because my wife and I will be empty nesters within months? I'm really struggling. Glad for my son, glad for my daughter, yet at the same time, with Sooga taking off.................I worry. A lot.
Dang - I didn't know being a parent would be this tough - when it's time to let go. Had no problem with my son - sending him off, etc. I guess it's just different with a daughter?
It's weird something out of nowhere just sets you off.
Music for sure. Lyrics for sure.
On the Blues thread I posted a song by Robert Kidney called "Rosalee."
I listened to that song and watched that video and tears came pouring.
It just hit me out of nowhere for no real reason. Then as I thought about it; I came to realize that it was the passage of time. And how quickly your youth fades.
Empty nest. I get that. I am fortunate to live with my daughter, her husband and my two grandsons. It is like being a Dad all over again.
Bruce Springsteen gets little props on this site, which is strange because we have a lot of blue-collar types here.
I know this is sacrilege... I never found his music compelling. His lyrics were tropes... we got it, the mill closed, (insert male name) lost his job and (insert female name) are running off on his motorcycle, her dad won’t understand...blah. He and John Cougar Mellencamp, or John Mellencamp, or John Cougar, or JCM whatever he’s going by now are both in that category for me. To each their own.
I just don't think that Springsteen is a particularly talented vocalist. Quite the contrary, in fact.
I know that some people really love his music. I would rather listen to paint peeling off the walls.
Micah 6:8; He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.
John 14:19 Jesus said: Because I live, you also will live.
The Boss might not have the best voice, but this thread is about song lyrics and he wrote some very good songs that appeal to a lot of hard-working folks who have faced tough times due the collapse of industry in the NE and The Rustbelt.
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