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I saw walking down on the streetHe jumped down
He knocked her off her feet
And then I knew it was the end of her
He's gonna kill that girl, he's gonna kill that girl
He's gonna kill that girl tonight, night
He's gonna kill that girl, he's gonna kill that girl
He's gonna kill that girl tonight, night
When I saw her walking down the street
My heart stood still and skipped a beat
Then he knocked her on the floor
But he wanted just a little bit more
He's gonna kill that girl, he's gonna kill that girl
He's gonna kill that girl tonight, night
He's gonna kill that girl, he's gonna kill that girl
He's gonna kill that girl tonight, night
When I saw her walking down the street
My heart stood still and skipped a beat
Then he knocked her on the floor
But he wanted just a little bit more
I saw her lying on the street
He jumped down
He knocked her off her feet
And then I knew it was the end of her
He's gonna kill that girl, he's gonna kill that girl
He's gonna kill that girl tonight, night
He's gonna kill that girl, he's gonna kill that girl
He's gonna kill that girl tonight, night
When I saw her walking down the street
My heart stood still and skipped a beat
Then he knocked her on the floor
But he wanted just a little bit more
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill that girl
He's gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill that girl
He's gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill that girl
He's gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill that girl
He's gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill that girl
He's gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill that girl
He's gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill that girl
He's gonna kill
(again, ramones)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
If you don't take her out tonight
She's going to change her mind (she's gonna change her mind)
And I will take her out tonight
And I will treat her kind (I'm gonna treat her right)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
If you don't treat her right, my friend
You're going to find her gone (you're going to find her gone)
'Cause I will treat her right, and then
You'll be the lonely one (you're not the only one)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lose (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
I'll make a point of taking her away from you
Watch what you do, yeah
The way you treat her what else can I do?
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lose (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
I'll make a point of taking her away from you
Watch what you do, yeah
The way you treat her what else can I do?
If you don't take her out tonight
She's going to change her mind (she's gonna change her mind)
And I will take her out tonight
And I will treat her kind (I'm gonna treat her right)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lose that girl (yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
(The Beatles)
The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneelThe girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel
Nor for her husband
Dictator, tyrant or king
Humble homes
With machos on the walls
Symbols and signs in framed designs
Sure, to keep to poor poor
In fear of a god, who hadn't saved them after all
And all of my friends are in trouble
They're sorry, they're sick and they know
And all of my friends are in trouble
There is no need to go into that now
The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel
The girl from Tel-Aviv who wouldn't kneel
Nor for her husband
Dictator, tyrant or king
The sorrow
My countenance shows
Is hardly worth mentioning now
Impartial application of the law
In other words, legalized torture
(morrissey)
September '77Port Elizabeth, weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead
When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour, dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead
And the eyes of the world are watching now
(Peter Gabriel)
The night Steve Biko died I cried and I criedThe night Steve Biko died I cried and I cried
Biko, O, Steve Biko died still in chains
Biko, O, Steve Biko died still in chains.
Biko died in chains, moaned for you
Biko died in chains, moaned for you, yeh.
Blame South African security,
A no suicide he was'nt insane.
It was not for him to live in Rome, No
Still they would'nt leave him alone.
Yeh yeh yeh,
They provoke him, they arrest him
They took him life away,
But can't take him soul,
Then they drug and ill-treat him,
Till they kill him,
And they claim suicide.
I'll never forgive I'll always remember,
Not, not only not only I no,
But papa brothers sisters too, Yeh, yeh
Him spirit they can't control
Him spirit they can't man-trol
Cannot be bought nor sold
Freedom increase one-hundred fold.
(steel pulse)
The reasons for my life are in a million facesLike aching promises I feel them in my bones
Slipping through my fingers to dance upon the road
The reasons for my life are more than I can hold
But ohhh, the sweet delight to sing with all my might
To spark the inner light of wonder burning bright
You're not alone ... You're not alone ...
The reasons for my life are buried in deep places
Words once could awaken them, these seeds that I have sown
Ringing through the madness to crash against the cold
The reasons for my life cannot be bought or sold
But ohhh, the sweet delight to sing with all my might
To spark the inner light of wonder burning bright
You're not alone ... You're not alone ...
The reasons for my life are filling all my spaces
Like rushing waters flow, they carry me along
Twisting through my memory to pull free from the load
The reasons for my life are more than I was told
But ohhh, the sweet delight to sing with all my might
To spark the inner light of wonder burning bright
You're not alone ... You're not alone ...
(Minnie Riperton)
Say goodbye to all your pain and sorrowSay goodbye to all those lonely nights
Say goodbye to all your blue tomorrows
Now you're standing in the light
I know sometimes you feel so helpless
Sometimes you feel like you can't win
Sometimes you feel so isolated
You'll never have to feel that way again
You are not alone
You're not alone
Never thought I'd find the road to freedom
Never thought I'd see you smile again
Never thought I'd have the chance to tell you
That I will always be your friend
You are not alone
You're not alone
(The Eagles)
It was the third of SeptemberThat day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said, son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
(the temptations)
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cryIs it over me?
If it is, save your tears
For I'm not worth it, you see
For I'm the type of boy who is always on the roam
Wherever I lay my hat that's my home
I'm telling you that's my home
You had romance, did you break it by chance
Over me?
If it's so I'd like for you to know
That I'm not worth it, you see
For I'm the type of boy who is always on the roam, mm
Wherever I lay my hat that's my home
Mm, that's my home
Oh, you keep telling me, you keep telling me I'm your man
What do I have to do to make you understand?
For I'm the type of guy who gives girl the eye
Everybody knows.
But I love them and I leave them
Break their hearts and deceive them everywhere I go
Don't you know that I'm the type of man who is always on the roam
Wherever I lay my hat that's my home
Wherever I lay my hat, oh oh, that's my home, mm yeh
That's my home
And I like it that way
You know I can't make it all alone sometimes that's the way, that's the way
I'm not saying
I'm not saying I don't love you
Just got to do what I want to do
(Paul Young)
Come down to the willow gardenWith me
Come go with me
Come go and see
Although I've howled across fields and my eyes
Turned grey
Are yours still the same?
Are you still the same?
Carry Home
I have returned
Through so many highways
And so many tears
Your letter never survived the heat of
My hand
My burning hand
My sweating hand
Your love never survived the heat of
My heart
My violent heart
In the dark
Carry Home
I have returned
Through so many highways
And so many tears
(the gun club)
Many years have passed me by, it's trueMany dreams have vanished from my view
I've chased them all, but there has been no answer
Though I recall my innocence and laughter
I'm feeling older now but what comes after this is through?
Time had traced it's maps across my face
Signs and lines for you to navigate
And in the end there will be no returning
Let's not pretend,no regrets and no yearnings
Could keep and fill your heart
If all you got to do what you do
The ancient quest for meaning calls me now
Over the edge of my horizon
And all the fields of green I must plough
To reap the harvest of the stars
I see the Isle of Avalon, so blue and green and real
I feel the smile, the victory won by thinking words I feel
The broken beat of holy drums, flashing eyes of suns
The chalice fills and overflows then ancient day's begun
Sail on you pilgrim wanderers on tires of blessed faith
Here in this land of Albion, two thousand years from you
Two thousand years from you, two thousand years from you
I will.
(Be Bop Deluxe)
As down the glen one Easter mornThrough a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men,
In squadrons did pass me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum,
Did sound out its loud tattoo.
But the angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell,
Rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out the flag of war.
‘Twas far better to die ‘neath an Irish sky,
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of royal Meath,
Brave men came hurrying through,
While Britannia’s Huns with their long-range guns,
Sailed into the foggy dew.
But the night fell black and the rifle’s crack,
Made perfidious Albion reel.
Through that leaden hail seven tongues of flame,
Did shine o’er the lines of steel.
By each shining blade a prayer was said,
That to Ireland her sons would be true,
And when morning broke, still the green flag shook out,
Its folds in the foggy dew.
It was 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 great North Sea.
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side
Or had fought along with brave Cathal Brugha,
Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep,
‘Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell and the requiem knell,
Rang out mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springtime of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze,
At those fearless men and few,
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light,
Might shine through the foggy dew.
As back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore.
For I parted then with those gallant men,
I ever will see no more,
And to and fro in my dreams I go,
And I’ll kneel and I’ll say a prayer for you,
For slavery fled, oh you gallant dead,
When you fell in the foggy dew.
(Many, many versions, although a lot of them omit the 'perfidious Albion' verse).
In the summer of thirty-nine, when the sky was filled with lead.When Hitler was heading for Poland, and Paddy for Hollyhead.
Come all you pincher laddies and you long-distance men:
Don't ever work for McAlpine, or Wimpey, or John Laing.
For you'll stand behind a mixer till your skin is turned to tan,
And they'll say "Good on yer, Paddy" with your boat-fare in your hand.
Oh the craic was good in Cricklewood and they wouldn't leave the town.
With glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy was going to town.
Oh, mother dear, I'm over here; I never will come back.
What keeps me here is a rake o' beer, the ladies an' the craic.
Down the glen came McAlpine's men, their shovels slung behind them.
T'was in the pub they drank the sub and it's up in the spike you'll find them.
They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints & quarts of beer.
And now we're on the road again with McAlpine's Fuseliers.
I stripped to the skin with Darkie Flynn way down 'pon the Isle of Grain.
With the Horse-Face O'Toole, well I knew the rule: no money if you stop for rain.
McAlpine's god was a well-filled hod, your shoulders cut to ribbons and seared.
And woe to he went to look for tea with McAlpine's Fuseliers.
I remember the day that Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stairs.
What the Horse-Face said when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
"I'm a navvy short" was the one retort that reached up to my ears.
When the going's rough, sure you must be tough with McAlpine's Fuseliers.
I've worked till the sweat near had me bet with Russian, Czech and Pole.
On shuttering jams up the hydro-dams, or underneath the Thames in a hole.
I've grafted hard and I've got me cards, and many a ganger's fist across me ears.
If you pride your life, don't join by Christ with McAlpine's Fuseliers.
(The Dubliners)
When I was young and tenderI left my native home
And often to old Scotland
I started out to roam
As I walked down through Bishoptown
A-seeking for employ
The ganger he new by me
I was a navvy boy
As soon as I did get employ
For lodgings I did seek
It happened to be that very night
With the ganger I did sleep
He had one only daughter
And I became her joy
For she longed to go and tramp
With her own dear navvy boy
Says the mother to her daughter
"I think it's very strange
That you would wed a navvy boy
This wide world for to range
For navvies they are rambling boys
And have but little pay
How could a man maintain a wife
On fourteen pence a day?"
Says the daughter to the mother
"You need not run them down
My father was a navvy boy
When he came to this town
He roamed about from town to town
Just seeking for employ
Go where he will, he's my love still
He's my own dear navvy boy
Now just a short time after this
Her father died I'm told
And left unto his daughter
Five hundred pounds in gold
And when she got the money
Soon I became her joy
For she longed to go and tramp it
With her own dear navvy boy
(Jon Raven et al)
In eighteen hundred and forty-oneMe corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
Found meself a job to do
Working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling stitches,
Dancing on the line
Still working on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I broke me shovel across me knee
And went to work for the company
On the Leeds to Selby railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
Me belly was empty, me hands were raw
With working on the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my guts of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
And working on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I changed me trade to carrying bricks
Changed me trade to carrying bricks
Still working on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my death of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
(the pogues)
A-digging and a-picking as I was one day The thought of my true love it led me astray
The day it was gone and the night coming on
And I hit for the road with my navvy boots on
I knocked at my love's window, my knock she did know
And out of her slumber she did waken so slow
I knocked again and she said, "Is that John?"
"Yes indeed it is me with my navvy boots on."
She opened the door and invited me in
"Draw up to the fire and warm your skin."
The bedroom door was open and the blankets turned down
And I rolled into bed with my navvy boots on
Then early next morning at the dawn of the day
Says I to my true love, "It's time to go away."
"Sleep down, sleep down, you know you've done wrong
For to sleep here at night with your navvy boots on."
O I bent down my head with a laugh and a smile
Saying, " What could I do love in that length of time?
For all that I've done it was just a bit of fun
And I'd do it again with my navvy boots on."
The six month being over and seven after this
This pretty fair maid grew stout round the waist
Then eight months being over and nine comes along
And she handed me a son with his navvy boots on
Come all you pretty fair maid's take heed what I've said
Don't ever let a navvy come into your bed
For their hearts do run light and their hearts do run young
Sure they'll jump in your bones with their navvy boots on
(Ian Campbell)
Slightly more romantic version:I must away now I can no longer tarry
This morning's tempest I have to cross
I must be guided without a stumble
Into the arms I love the most
And when he came to his true love's dwelling
He knelt down gently upon a stone
And through her window he's whispered lowly
Is my true lover within at home
Wake up, wake up love, it is thine own true lover
Wake up, wake up love and let me in
For I am tried love and oh so weary
And more than drenched to the skin
She's raised her off her down-soft pillow
She's raised her up and she's let him in
And they were locked in each other's arms
Until that long night was past and gone
And when that long night was past and over
And when the small clouds began to grow
He's taken her hand and they kissed and parted
Then he saddled and mounted and away did go
I must away now I can no longer tarry
This morning's tempest I have to cross
I must be guided without a stumble
Into the arms I love the most
(The Dubliners)
The winter it is past and the summer's come at last The small birds are singing in the trees
And their little hearts are glad. Ah but mine is very sad
Since my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my true love
The rose upon the briar by the water's running clear
Brings joy to the linnet and the bee
But there little hearts are blessed, but mine can know no rest
Since my true love is far away from me
A livery I'll wear and I'll comb back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
All you who are in love, aye, and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience let's me know that your hearts are filled with woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my true love
(Christy Moore though I much prefer Robin Williamson and John Renbourn's version from Wheel Of Fortune. The lyrics vary between different artists in that verses change their order though the content remains fairly constant.)
Lovely song, Martin, Christy Moore's is my least favourite version. Bert Jansch's is much better.The summer time is come
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows amang the bloomin' heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
A' the flooers o' the mountain
Will ye go, lassie, go?
If my true love, she were gone
I would surely find another
Where the wild mountain thyme
Grows amang the bloomin' heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
(Hundreds of recordings, Bert Jansch's version is good)
nocheese wrote: "Bert Jansch's version is good..."What about Rod Stewart's?
Gordon wrote: "nocheese wrote: "Bert Jansch's version is good..."What about Rod Stewart's?"
Preferable to bloody Christy Moore’ s whispery falseness, anyway. 😀
Come let us climb auld Arthur Seat,When summer flow'rs are blooming;
When golden broom and heather bells
Are a' the air perfuming.
When sweet May gowans deck the braes,
The hours flee past fu' cheerie,
Where bonnie lassies bleach their claes
Beside the Wells o' Wearie!
CHORUS: The bonnie Wells o' Wearie!
The bonnie Wells o' Wearie!
Come let us spend a summer day
Beside the Wells o' Wearie!
The "Lily o' St. Leonards" there
Oft spent a sweet May morning,
Wi' gowans gay and sweet blue-bells
Her golden locks adorning.
And there the "Laird o' Dumbiedikes"
Aft gaed to woo his dearie,
And watch his fleecy flocks wi' care,
Beside the Wells o' Wearie!
CHORUS
There Scotland's Queen in stormy times
Forgot her saddest story;
There brave Prince Charlie led his clans
To deeds o' martial glory.
When Johnnie Cope, wi' a' his men
Were scatter'd tamplinteerie,
There Scotland's banner proudly waved
Beside the Wells o' Wearie!
CHORUS
Then let us hail auld Arthur Seat:
Like Scotland's rampant lion,
It tow'rs, a wonder o' the world,
The wildest storms defyin'.
Wi' dauntless front 'neath summer skies,
Or wintry blasts sae dreary,
It stands in peace or war to guard
The bonnie Wells o' Wearie!
CHORUS
O lang may bonnie lassies fair
Wi' Nature's charms around them,
Still bleach their claes on flow'ry braes,
Wi' nae sad cares to wound them!
Lang may her sons 'mid fairy scenes,
Wi' hearts richt leal and cheerie,
Still meet to sing their patriot sangs
Beside the Wells o' Wearie!
(Sir Ken, Ronnie Browne and many more)
I wouldn't have described Christy Moore's voice as whispery; I don't mind his version. I also like Dexys' version from a couple of years back.
Lowering the tone a little...I woke up this morning with a feeling of despair.
I looked for my pussy but my pussy wasn't there.
Well, well, well,
My cat fell in the well.
Oh puss puss puss, poor kitty kitty kitty,
My cat fell in the well.
I got out a ladder and climbed down to reach my pet.
I saw in a jiffy that my puss was soakin' wet.
Well, well, well,
My cat fell in the well.
Oh puss puss puss, poor kitty kitty kitty,
My cat fell in the well.
The doggone hole by the pump.
Was she pushed, or did she jump?
There never was a kitty half as pretty
As pussy that fell in the well.
There never was a pussy that could quite compare with her.
Pretty as a picture with her long and silky fur.
Well, well, well, well,
My cat fell in the well.
Oh pussy pussy pussy, poor kitty kitty kitty,
My cat fell in the well.
If you have a pussy that you wouldn't trade or sell,
Never let her wander or she might fall in a well.
Well, well, well,
My cat fell in the well.
Oh puss puss puss, poor kitty kitty kitty,
My cat fell in the well.
Fell in the - well!
(Manhattan Transfer)
This is the song from the bottom of a wellThere are things down here I've got to try and tell
It's dark and light at the very same time
The water sometimes seems like wine
I learned some information way down here
That might fill your heart and soul with fear
But don't you worry, no don't be afraid
I'm not in the magical mystery trade
My imagination begins to purr
As things don't happen, they just occur
Softly crackling electrical smell
There's something burning at the bottom of this well
Sitting here alone I just have to laugh
I see all the universe as a comfortable bath
I drown my body so my mind is free
To indulge in pleasurable fantasies
There's something strange going on down here
A sickening implosion of mistrust and fear
A vast corruption that's about to boil
A mixture of greed and the smell of oil
This is a song from the bottom of a well
I didn't move here, I just fell
But I'm not complaining, I don't even care
'Cause if I'm not here, then it's not there
(Kevin Ayers)
Things are crashing downShe's all too tight
In my neighborhood
She cried both day and night
I know it because it was there
It's a milestone
But she's down on her luck
And the day makes her lonely
But to make it hard to buck, now and then
I believe that she'd stop him
If she would start to care
I believe that she'd look upon
His side that used to care
And I'd go by the Lord
Anywhere she's on my way
But I don't belong there
No I don't belong to her
I don't belong to any body
She's my Christ-forsaken angel
But she don't hear me cry
She's a lone-hearted mystic
And she can't carry on
When I'm there, she's all right
But she's not when I'm gone
Heaven knows that the answer
She don't calling no one
She's the way, forsaken beauty
For she's mine, for the one
And I lost her, hesitation
By temptation as it runs
But she don't holler me
But I'm not there, I'm gone
Now I'll cry tonight
Like I cried the night before
And I'm knees on the hassle
But I'll dream about the door
It's so long, she's forsaken
By her faith, worse to tell
It don't have contonation
She smiles, fare thee well
Now when I treat to leave 'er
I was born to love her
But she knows that the kingdom awaits
So high above her
And I run a better race
But it's not too fast still
But I don't perceive her
I'm not there, I'm gone
Well it's all about diffusion
And I cry for her veil
I don't need anybody now
Beside me to tell
And it's all affirmation
I receive but it's not
She's a lone-hearted beauty
But she don't like a spot
And she calls
Yeah, she's gone like the rain
Below the shining yesterday
But now she's home beside me
And I'd like her here to stay
She's a lone, forsaken beauty
And it don't trust anyone
And I wish I was beside her
But I'm not there, I'm gone
Well, it's too hard to stay here
And I don't want to leave
It's so bad, for so few
See, but she's a heart too hard to need
It's alone, it's a crime
The way she mauls me around
But she don't fall to hate me
But tears are gone, a painted clown
Yes, I believe that it's rightful
Oh, I believe it in my mind
I've been told like I said one night before
Carry on the cryin'
And the sole gypsy told her
Like I said, carry on
I wish I was there to help her
But I'm not there, I'm gone
(Bob Dylan)
Beautiful girl lovely dressHigh school smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now I can only guess
'Cause it's gone daddy gone
The love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away
'Cause it's gone daddy gone
Your love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away
When I see you
Eyes will turn blue
When I see you
Thousand eyes turnin' blue
'Cause it's gone daddy gone
The love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away
Yeah it's gone daddy gone
Your love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away
(violent femmes)
All you want to do is sit around and poutAnd now I got enough and so I'm getting out
I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now
I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anyhow
I been in the doghouse so long so doggone long
That when I get a kiss I think that something's wrong
I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now
I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anyhow
I'll go find a girl that wants to treat me right
You go get yourself a man that wants to fight
I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now
I'm a long gone daddy,I don't need you anyhow
You start your jaws a-wagging and it never stops
You never shut your mouth until I blow my top
I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now
I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anymore
I remember back when you were nice and sweet
Things have changed, you'd rather fight than eat
I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now
I'm a long gone daddy,I don't need you anymore
I'm gonna do some riding on the midnight train
I'm taking everything except my ball and chain
I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now
I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anymore
(Hank Williams)
I open my eyes sometimes in the morningI can taste your kisses, that's the way it seems
Try to hold on, keep on believing
But it's too late now, it's just another long gone dream
I've been thinkin' 'bout rain, thinking 'bout sunshine
Thinking 'bout you, you and me
Thinking 'bout a way to get me out of these memories
Baby by now, it's nothing but a long gone dream
Gonna burn this bridge down
Leave the embers smokin'
I ain't ever comin' back
There's no sense hopin'
It's just another long gone dream
Gotta move on, lord I know that I need to
Hangin' round here is gonna be the death of me
I've done my time, holed up and lonesome
All hung up on nothing but a long gone dream
Gonna burn this bridge down
Leave the embers smokin'
I ain't ever comin back
There's no sense hopin'
It's just another long gone dream
Look at me now, movin' down the line
Leavin nothing behind me, nothing but a long gone dream
(Kevin Welch)
See me a big woman, big woman look how you danceSee me a big woman, big woman caught in a trance
Dancing on the table top, covered up with the Easter feast
You're dancing for the fishermen from the very large to the least
Dancing for the slow release, first the boy and then the beast
Then the beast
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
See me a big woman, big woman so full of life
See me a big woman, big woman gonna be my wife
Watching for the different eyes, they change your face
They come inside
Watch the spirits come inside, watch them find a place to hide
Watch the spirits talk in tongues, watch them take you for a ride
Down at the ocean lies a body in the sand
Big woman sits beside, head in hand
With heat from her skin and the from her breath
She blows are, she blows deep in the mouth of death
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
(Peter Gabriel)
All night, all day, MarianneDown by the seaside, sifting sand
Even little children love Marianne
Down by the seaside, sifting sand
Marianne, oh, Marianne
Oh, won't you marry me
We can have a bamboo hut
And brandy in the tea
Leave your fat old Mama home
She never will say yes
If mamma don't know now
She can guess, my, my, yes
All night, all day, Marianne
Down by the seaside, sifting sand
Even little children love Marianne
Down by the seaside, sifting sand
When she walks along the shore
People pause to greet
While birds fly around her
Little fish come to her feet
In her heart is love
But I'm the only mortal man
Who's allowed to kiss my Marianne
Don't rush me
All night, all day, Marianne
Down by the seaside, sifting sand
Even little children love Marianne
Down by the seaside, sifting sand
When we marry, we will have
A time you never saw
I will be so happy
I will kiss me mother-in-law
Children by the dozen
In and out the bamboo hut
One for every palm tree
And coconut, hurry up now
All night, all day, Marianne
Down by the seaside, sifting sand
Even little children love Marianne
Down by the seaside, sifting sand
(Terry Gilkyson & The Easy Riders)
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubtIn this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....
I hear you calling Marian
Across the water, across the wave
I hear you calling Marian
Can you hear me calling you to
Save me, save me, save me from the
Grave...
Marian
Marian, there's a weight above me
And the pressure is all too strong
To breathe deep
Breathe long and hard
To take the water down and go to sleep
To sink still further
Beneath the fatal wave
Marian I think I'm drowning
This sea is killing me
(the sisters of mercy)
I salute at the threshold of the North Sea of my mindAnd I nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide
And I swim, I swim, oh swim
Dip a toe in the ocean, oh how it hardens and it numbs
The rest of me is a version of man built to collapse and crumb
And if I hadn't come now to the coast to disappear
I may have died in a landslide of rocks and hopes and fears
So I swim until you can't see land
Swim until you can't see land
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?
Up to my knees now
Do I wade? Do I dive?
The sea has seen my like before, though, it's my first and perhaps last time
Let's call me a baptist, call this a drowning of the past
She is there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back
So I swim until you can't see land
Swim until you can't see land
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?
And the water is taller than me
And the land is a marker line
All I have is a body adrift in water, salt and sky
So I swim until you can't see land
Swim until you can't see land
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?
(Frightened Rabbit)
I had a woman shipI took her overseas
She left her hold unlocked
I had to find a dock
I was a toiler on the sea
I was a toiler on the sea
We didn't use cruel words
To navigate cruel seas
The wind was biting hard
At times I had to scream
I was a toiler on the sea
I was a toiler on the sea
And when we reached the land
We went aground on the rocks
Became a wreck in the sand
Became a home for a flock........
..........a flock of seagulls
(the stranglers)
Deep Blue Sea, Baby, Deep Blue Sea (3x)It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea
Dig his grave with a silver spade (3x)
It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea
Lower him down with a golden chain (3x)
It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea
Wrap him up with a silken shroud (3x)
It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea
Golden sun bring it back to me (3x)
It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea
Deep Blue Sea, Baby, Deep Blue Sea (3x)
It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea
It was Willy what got drowned in the ...Deep ...Blue ...Sea
(Pete Seeger)
This summer I went swimming,This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around, I moved my arms around.
This summer I swam in the ocean,
And I swam in a swimming pool,
Salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes,
I'm a self-destructive fool, a self-destructive fool.
This summer I swam in a public place
And a reservoir, to boot,
At the latter I was informal,
At the former I wore my suit, I wore my swimming suit.
This summer I did the backstroke
And you know that's not all
I did the breast stroke and the butterfly
And the old Australian crawl, the old Australian crawl.
This summer I did swan dives
And jackknifes for you all
And once when you weren't looking
I did a cannonball, I did a cannonball.
(Loudon Wainwright III)
Row, row, row/Rowing down the river/My god, I'm step, step, step, stepping/Out into the sea/I was born by a river/And just like that river/I got to keep on moving on/Keep on moving on/I ain't got nobody/Who I can call my own/I guess I've been moving/Ever since the day I was born...I rowed by a mountain/One fine day/I asked a wise man/To show me the way/He said, "Row on your boat/And look for yourself/Then come back to tell me/What you have learned(dennis bovell)
I want to go all over the worldAnd start living free
I know that there's somebody who
Is waiting for me
I'll build a boat, steady and true
As soon as it's done
I'm going to sail along in the dreams
Of my dear someone
One little star, smiling tonight
Knows where you are
Stay, little star, steady and bright
To guide me afar
Blow, little wind, over the deep
For now I've begun
Hurry and take me straight into the arms
Of my dear someone
Hurry and take me straight into the arms
Of my dear someone
(Gillian Welch)
Hail RastaHail I-ya
You hear what I-man hear I-ya
No I-ya?
They say the boat to Zion, is coming soon
I want to be on that boat to Zion
I'll have to be on that boat to Zion
If it cost me all my money, not ain't no funny, no
And if it cost me all my jewellery's, I don't mind
All I know I'll have to be on that boat to Zion, yes
No matter what it cost, I'll not leggo, no, no
Ah ne I say take me on that boat to Zion I-ya, oh
I give thanks and praises
Hoping the day could come now
I want to go to Zion
Where Jah love is so strong
I want to be on that boat to Zion
I'll have to be on that boat to Zion
If it cost me all my money, not ain't no funny, no
And if it cost me all my jewellery's, I don't mind
All I know I'll have to be on that boat to Zion, Zion
No matter what it cost, I'll not leggo, no, no
Wanting I set be, want on that boat to Zion I-ya
Ah true, oh
(the maytones)
I dreamed last night I got on the boat to heavenAnd by some chance I had brought my dice along
And there I stood
And I hollered "Someone fade me"
But the passengers, they knew right from wrong.
For the people all said sit down, sit down, you're rockin' the boat
People all said sit down
Sit down you're rockin' the boat.
And the devil will drag you under
By the sharp lapel of your checkered coat,
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,
Sit down you're rockin' the boat.
I sailed away on that little boat to heaven
And by some chance found a bottle in my fist
And there I stood, Nicely passin' out the whisky
But the passengers were bound to resist
For the people all said beware
You're on a heavenly trip
People all said beware
Beware, you'll scuttle the ship.
And the devil will drag you under
By the fancy tie 'round your wicked throat
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
Sit down, you're rockin' the boat
And as I laughed at those passengers to heaven
A great big wave came and washed me over board!
And as I sank And I hollered "someone save me!"
That's the moment I woke up Thank the lord
And I said to myself, sit down, sit down,
You're rockin' the boat!
Said to myself sit down, sit down, you're rockin' the boat
And the devil will drag you under
With a soul so heavy you'd never float,
Sit down, sit down, sit down
Sit down, sit down, sit down, you're rockin' the boat
(Stubby Kaye)
So I'd like to know where you got the notionSaid I'd like to know where you got the notion
To rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
Rock the boat, don't tip the boat over
Rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
Rock the boat
Ever since our voyage of love began
Your touch has thrilled me like the rush of the wind
And your arms have held me safe from a rolling sea
There's always been a quiet place to harbor you and me
Our love is like a ship on the ocean
We've been sailing with a cargo full of love and devotion
So I'd like to know where you got the notion
Said I'd like to know where you got the notion
Up to now we sailed through every storm
And I've always had your tender lips to keep me warm
Oh I need to have the strength that flows from you
Don't let me drift away my dear, when love can see me through
Our love is like a ship on the ocean
We've been sailing with a cargo full of love and devotion
So I'd like to know where you got the notion
Said I'd like to know where you got the notion
To rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
Rock the boat, don't tip the boat over
Rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
Rock the boat, don't tip the boat over
Rock the boat
(Hues Corporation)
Night Boat To Cairo !!.....It's just gone noon
Half past monsoon
On the banks of the river Nile
Here comes the boat
Only half-afloat
Oarsman grins a toothless smile
Only just one more
To this desolate shore
Last boat along the river Nile
Doesn't seem to care
No more wind in his hair
As he reaches his last half mile
The oar snaps in his hand
Before he reaches dry land
But the sound doesn't deafen his smile
Just pokes at wet sand
With an oar in his hand
Floats off down the river Nile
Floats off down the river Nile
(madness)
See the pyramids along the NileWatch the sun rise from the tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me
See the market place in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me
And I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me
Oh I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me
(Many, many versions - try The Duprees).
Jump aboard that silver planeWave at me through that window pane
Left me with my arms full of empty
Well I'm so sick and tired of getting up so sick and tired
Sick old dirty clothes and dirty dishes
I'm tired of all these sleepless nights that drive me up to walls
Tired of having arms full of empty
Oh you took my car and took my money
Done me wrong and that ain't funny
Left me standing here a looking silly
Jump aboard that silver plane
Wave to me through the window pane
Left me with my arms full of empty
Darling if you will come back
I promise you that I won't be mad
For I never was one to hold grudges
I ain't had no tender loving care since you've been gone
I've only had two arms full of empty
(Buck Owens)
Full moon and empty arms,The moon is there for us to share,
But where are you?
A night like this could weave a memory,
And every kiss could start a dream for two.
Full moon and empty arms,
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon,
And next full moon,
If my one wish comes true,
My empty arms will be filled with you.
(Frank Sinatra or Bob Dylan, take your pick)
Give me a kiss to build a dream onAnd my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on
Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on
And when I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they're true
Oh, give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
When I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they're true
Oh, give me lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Oh, give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
(Louis Armstrong)
Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, JackI went out for a ride and I never went back
Like a river that don't know where it's flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart
I met her in a Kingstown bar
We fell in love I knew it had to end
We took what we had and we ripped it apart
Now here I am down in Kingstown again
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Don't make no difference what nobody says
Ain't nobody like to be alone
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart
(Bruce Springsteen)
The lady came from BaltimoreAll she wore was lace
She didn't know that I was poor
She never saw my face
I was sent to steal her money
Take her rings and run
But I fell in love with the lady
Came away with none
The lady's name was Suzanne Moore
Her daddy read her law
She didn't know that I was poor
Livin' outside the law
I was sent to steal her money
Take her rings and run
But I fell in love with the lady
Came away with none
Her daddy said I was a thief
And didn't have her love
But I was Suzanne's true belief
I married her for love
I was sent to steal her money
Take her rings and run
But I fell in love with the lady
Came away with none
The house she lived in had a wall
To keep the robbers out
She'd never stop to think at all
If that's what I'm about
I was sent to steal her money
Take her rings and run
But I fell in love with the lady
Came away with none
(Tim Hardin)
Well I sold the farm to take my woman where she longed to beWe left our kin and all our friends back there in Tennessee
And I bought those one way tickets she had often begged me for
And they took us to the streets of Baltimore
Well her heart was filled with gladness when she saw those city lights
She said the prettiest place on earth was Baltimore at night
Well a man feels proud to give his woman what she's longing for
And I kind of like the streets of Baltimore
Then I got myself a factory job, I ran an old machine
And I bought a little cottage in a neighborhood serene
And every night when I'd come home with every muscle sore
She'd drag me through the streets of Baltimore
Well I did my best to bring her back to what she used to be
Then I soon learned she loved those bright lights more than she loved me
Now I'm a going back on that same train that brought me here before
While my baby walks the streets of Baltimore
While my baby walks the streets of Baltimore
(Gram Parsons)
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend
The end
Of our elaborate plans
The end
Of everything that stands
The end
No safety or surprise
The end
I'll never look into your eyes
Again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the king's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake
The ancient lake
Baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake
He's old
And his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taking us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
"Father?" "Yes, son." "I want to kill you."
"Mother, I want to..."
C'mon babe
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Fuck, fuck-ah, yeah
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah
C'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah
Fuck me, baby, fuck yeah
Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah!
Fuck, yeah! C'mon, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck, fuck, yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah, fuck, baby
C'mon, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
All right
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
(The Doors)