Speaking in Lyrics

Know of a great band you think we'd like to hear about? Got some music news? Or just want to talk about music in general? Post it here.

Moderators: Jonicont, mark lynn, Maluca3, Tequila Cowboy, BigTom, CooleyGirl, olwiggum

User avatar
whatwouldcooleydo?
Posts: 13693
Joined: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:44 pm
Location: Desolation Row
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by whatwouldcooleydo? »

Any back alley street
Is where we'll probably meet
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's cold and damp
I'm a nasty surprise
I'm a devil in disguise
I'm a footstep at night
I'm a scream of the fright

All hear my warning
Never turn your back
On the ripper, the ripper, the ripper
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

Rip this joint, gonna save your soul
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

User avatar
whatwouldcooleydo?
Posts: 13693
Joined: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:44 pm
Location: Desolation Row
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by whatwouldcooleydo? »

I'm still on the road, headin' for another joint
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Let's head on down the road
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

User avatar
whatwouldcooleydo?
Posts: 13693
Joined: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:44 pm
Location: Desolation Row
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by whatwouldcooleydo? »

I wish coke was still cola
And a joint was a bad place to be
It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

cigarettes
coca cola
Hell Yes, Honey I still could hold ya
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

LBRod
Posts: 4362
Joined: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:15 pm
Location: Beneath Pacheco Pass

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by LBRod »

When the coast is clear I drive with my knees
Mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Don't hurt people, and don't take their stuff.

User avatar
whatwouldcooleydo?
Posts: 13693
Joined: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:44 pm
Location: Desolation Row
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by whatwouldcooleydo? »

Crossroads, will you ever let him go? Lord, Lord.
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?


:cry: :cry: :cry:
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing

allisonsdc
Site Admin
Posts: 1113
Joined: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:55 pm
Location: Washington, DC

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by allisonsdc »

I fly a starship across the universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again...and again...and again...
I keep it all together for the sake of the kids.

Zip City
Posts: 17313
Joined: Tue Jul 06, 2010 5:59 pm

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by Zip City »

Everybody knows me down at the local bar
I drink until I can't see, then I wonder where you are
And I knew when I woke up Rock N Roll would be here forever

211poundsofpork
Posts: 1284
Joined: Thu Feb 23, 2012 12:46 am
Location: southeastern PA

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by 211poundsofpork »

"...one day you know that beaver tried to leave her, so she caged him up with cyclone fence."

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

eating pussy and kicking ass
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

User avatar
Clams
Posts: 14850
Joined: Mon Mar 29, 2010 1:16 pm
Location: City of Brotherly Love

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by Clams »

Up against the wall redneck mother
Mother, who has raised her son so well
He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk
Just kicking hippies asses and raising hell
Everyone needs a friend, everyone needs a fuck

User avatar
schlanky
Posts: 1189
Joined: Fri Jun 13, 2014 3:27 pm
Location: Take a left on the interstate.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by schlanky »

I was just thirty-four years old and I was still wandering in a haze
I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were lost in a maze
I don't know why I thought I should have some kind of divine right to the blues
It's sympathy not tears people need when they're the front page sad news.
Let the outside air in

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

I'm just second hand news yeah
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

LBRod
Posts: 4362
Joined: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:15 pm
Location: Beneath Pacheco Pass

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by LBRod »

Have you heard the news?
Can't afford no shoes.
Don't hurt people, and don't take their stuff.

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

User avatar
schlanky
Posts: 1189
Joined: Fri Jun 13, 2014 3:27 pm
Location: Take a left on the interstate.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by schlanky »

There's sailboats and conch shells and palm trees galore,
But Jimmy Buffett doesn't live in Key West anymore
Let the outside air in

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

Monday, I'm all high, get me out of FLA
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

John A Arkansawyer
Posts: 7894
Joined: Sat May 15, 2010 9:51 am
Location: Little Rock, Arkansaw
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by John A Arkansawyer »

What about Laura?
She's slipping right through the cracks
What about Laura?
Chances are she won't make it back
What about Laura?
What about Laura?

Laura ran back to Jacksonville for a thrill
But Tampa was her place to play
The Lake County cops don't know her yet
But when she runs away, I'm sure they will
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

Oh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

User avatar
tinnitus photography
Posts: 7251
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:49 pm
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by tinnitus photography »

Earth people
New York and California
Earth people
I was born on Jupiter

User avatar
bovine knievel
Posts: 9348
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 1:40 pm
Location: Pollyanna doesn't live here.

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by bovine knievel »

Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee
My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me
'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now.

I can remember the fourth of July runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' chasin' down a hoodoo there
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou.
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley

John A Arkansawyer
Posts: 7894
Joined: Sat May 15, 2010 9:51 am
Location: Little Rock, Arkansaw
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by John A Arkansawyer »

We should've jumped out of that airplane after all
Flying skyways overhead, it wasn't hard to fall
And I had so many crashes that I couldn't feel at all

And it feels like I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen

Times might break you, God forsake you, leave you burned and bruised
Innocence will teach you what it feels like to be used
Thought that you'd done everything, you didn't have a clue

And it feels like I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be

User avatar
ramonz
Posts: 1439
Joined: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:23 pm
Location: "Sitting in my room, record player on..."

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by ramonz »

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

User avatar
Clams
Posts: 14850
Joined: Mon Mar 29, 2010 1:16 pm
Location: City of Brotherly Love

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by Clams »

Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone
Everyone needs a friend, everyone needs a fuck

User avatar
whatwouldcooleydo?
Posts: 13693
Joined: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:44 pm
Location: Desolation Row
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by whatwouldcooleydo? »

I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost highway
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing

LBRod
Posts: 4362
Joined: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:15 pm
Location: Beneath Pacheco Pass

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by LBRod »

I’ve seen you outside my window.
It’s those dark seeds that bring you in.
I don’t know if its hunger or habit,
but I’m big on the idea of sin.
Don't hurt people, and don't take their stuff.

User avatar
tinnitus photography
Posts: 7251
Joined: Mon Apr 26, 2010 6:49 pm
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by tinnitus photography »

My true love drowned in a dirty old pan
Of oil that did run from the block
Of a Falcon sedan 1969
The paper said '75
There were no survivors
None found alive

Trees break the sidewalk
And the sidewalk skins my knees
There's glass in my thermos
And blood on my jeans
Nickels and dimes of the Fourth of July
Roll off in a crooked line
To the chain-link lots where the red tails dive
Oh how I forgot what it's like

User avatar
whatwouldcooleydo?
Posts: 13693
Joined: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:44 pm
Location: Desolation Row
Contact:

Re: Speaking in Lyrics

Post by whatwouldcooleydo? »

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing

Post Reply