The song lyric exchange : part deaux

The Final Cut - Pink Floyd

Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
and far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination open the priesthole
and if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream

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

Thought I ought to bare my naked feelings
Thought I ought to tear the curtain down
I held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut

Excuse the obvious cut'n'paste, there's no way I can remember all those place names now. Even got the chords, yee-haw!

I've Been Everywhere
Recorded by Hank Snow
Written by Geoff Mack

[C] I was totin' my pack
Along the dusty Winnemucca road
When along came a semi
With a high and canvas covered load
"If you're [F] going to Winnemucca, Mack
With me you can ride."
So I [C] climbed into the cab
And then I settled down inside
He [G] asked me if I'd seen a road
With so much dust and sand
And I said, [C] [P]
"Listen, Bud I've traveled every road in this here land."

(Chorus)
[C] I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
[F] 'Cross the deserts bare, man
I've [C] breathed the mountain air, man
[G] Of travel, I've had my share, man
[C] I've been [G] every-[C] where.

Been to [C] Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota,
Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota,
[F] Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma,
[C] Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma,
[G] Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo,
[C] Tocopilla, Barranquilla, and Padilla, I'm a killer.

[C] I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
[F] 'Cross the deserts bare, man
I've [C] breathed the mountain air, man
[G] Of travel, I've had my share, man
[C] I've been [G] every- [C] where.

Change to C#:
[C#] Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana,
Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana,
[F#] Monterey, Ferriday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa
[C#] Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa,
[G#/Ab] Tennessee, Hennessey, Chicopee, Spirit Lake,
[C#] Grand Lake, Devil's Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete's sake;

[C#] I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
[F#] 'Cross the deserts bare, man
I've [C#] breathed the mountain air, man
[G#/Ab] Of travel, I've had my share, man
[C#] I've been [G#/Ab] every-[C#] where.

Change to D;
[D] Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika,
Shefferville, Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica,
[G] Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport,
[D] Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond Du Lac, Davenport,
[A] Idaho, Jellicoe, Argentina, Diamontina,
[D] Pasadena, Catalina, see what I mean, sir;


[D] I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
[G] 'Cross the deserts bare, man
I've [D] breathed the mountain air, man
[A] Of travel, I've had my share, man
[D] I've been [A] every-[D] where.

Change to [Eb]:
[Eb] Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravellburg, Colorado,
Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado,
[G#/Ab] Larrimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chattanika,
[Eb] Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika,
[Bb] Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City,
[Eb] Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity;

[Eb] I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
[G#/Ab] 'Cross the deserts bare, man
I've [Eb] breathed the mountain air, man
[Bb] Of travel, I've had my share, man [P]
["I know some place you haven't been."]
[I've been every-[Eb] where."]

Note. The Best of Hank Snow
1966 RCA Corportation LSP-3478(e)

Ballad Of Forty Dollars by Tom T Hall

The man who preached the funeral
Said it really was a simple way to die ...
He laid down to rest one afternoon
And never opened up his eyes ...
They hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some chairs ...
It took us seven hours
And I guess we must have drunk a case of beer. ...

I guess I ought to go and watch them put 'im down
But I don't own a suit
And anyway when they start talkin' about
The fire in Hell, well, I get spooked
So, I'll just sit here in my truck
And act like I don't know 'im when they pass
Anyway, when they're all through
I've got to go to work and mow the grass.

Well, here they come and who's that
Ridin' in that big ol' shiny limousine
Mmh! look at all that chrome, I do believe
That that's the sharpest thing I've seen
That must belong to his great uncle
Someone said he owned a big ol' farm
When they get parked I'll mosey down
and look it over, that won't do no harm.

Well, that must be the widow in the car
And would you take a look at that
That sure is a pretty dress
You know some women do look good in black
Well, he's not even in the ground
And they say that his truck is up for sale
They say she took it pretty hard
But you can't tell too much behind the veil.

Well, listen ain't that pretty
When the bugler plays the Military "TAPS"
I think that when you's in the war
They always hide 'n play a song like that
Well, here I am and there they go
And I guess you'd just call it my bad luck
I hope he rests in peace, the trouble is
The fellow owes me forty bucks.

A million miles away - Rory Gallagher
----------------------------------------------------

This hotel bar is full of people,
The piano man is really laying it down,
The old bartender is as high as a steeple,
So why tonight should I wear a frown?
The joint is jumpin' all around me,
And my mood is really not in style,
Right now the blues flock to surround me,
But I'll break out after a while.

Yes I'm a million miles away,
I'm a million miles away,
I'm sailing like a driftwood,
On a windy bay,
On a windy bay.

Why ask how I feel,
Well, how does it look to you?
I fell hook, line and sinker,
Lost my captain and my crew.
I'm standing on the landing,
There's no one there but me,
That's where you'll find me,
Looking out on the deep blue sea.

There's a song on the lips of everybody,
There's a smile all around the room,
There's conversation overflowing,
But I sit here with the blues.
This hotel bar has lost all its people,
The piano man has caught the last bus home,
The old bartender just collapsed in the corner,
Why I'm still here, I just don't know,
I don't know.

I'm a million miles away,
A million miles away,
I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay,
On a windy bay.
I'm a million miles away,
A million miles away,
I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay,
Send me away...

Into My Arms Lyrics
by Nick Cave

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

Moldy Crow already beat me to Tom Waits, but that doesn't mean I don't get a shot. Hell, there's two Nick Cave songs here.
I hate Nick Cave
He is a pretentious ass
And he's not good enough to be
So pretentious
I hate Yngwie Malmsteen
He is a pretentious ass
And a freeeeeeak
But he's at least good
Nick Cave is just boring
- hopscrotch, Ballads of Hate, (C) 1981 hopscrotch records inc.

Here's my song lyrics:

Chocolate Jesus by Tom Waits

Don’t go to church on sunday
Don’t get on my knees to pray
Don’t memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall on my knees every sunday
At zerelda lee’s candy store

Well it’s got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I don’t want no anna zabba
Don’t want no almond joy
There ain’t nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it’s the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate jesus
Can satisfy my soul

When the weather gets rough
And it’s whiskey in the shade
It’s best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that’s ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait

Well it’s got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me

Well it’s got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

<warning may offend sensitive viewers and christians - hopscotch>

This is my brain ignoring you....

don`t like nick cave pfah!

Originally posted by hopscotch - a year before

I love Nick Cave
He has a pretty ass
And he's good enough not to be
Pretentious
I hate Yngwie Malmsteen
He has a pretend ass
And a freeeeeeaky taste in music
He's rubbish too
Nick Cave is just balding

- hopscrotch, Ballads of hate (first draft)(C) 1980 hopscrotch records inc.

For those who dislike crappy metaphors:

If... - The Divine Comedy

If you were the road
I'd go all the way
If you were the night
I'd sleep in the day
If you were the day
I'd cry in the night
'Cause you are the way
The truth and the light
If you were a tree
I could put my arms around you
And you could not complain
If you were a tree
I could carve my name into your side
And you would not cry,
'Cos trees don't cry

If you were a man
I would still love you
If you were a drink
I'd drink my fill of you
If you were attacked
I would kill for you
If your name was Jack
I'd change mine to Jill for you
If you were a horse
I'd clean the crap out of your stable
And never once complain
If you were a horse
I could ride you through the fields at dawn
Through the day until the day was gone
I could sing about you in my songs
As we rode away into the setting sun

If you were my little girl
I would find it hard to let you go
If you were my sister
I would find it doubly so
If you were a dog
I'd feed you scraps from off the table
Though my wife complains
If you were my dog
I am sure you'd like it better
Then you'd be my loyal four legged friend
You'd never have to think again
And we could be together till the end

Originally posted by Starrman
Originally posted by hopscotch - a year before

I love Nick Cave
He has a pretty ass
And he's good enough not to be
Pretentious
I hate Yngwie Malmsteen
He has a pretend ass
And a freeeeeeaky taste in music
He's rubbish too
Nick Cave is just balding

- hopscrotch, Ballads of hate (first draft)(C) 1980 hopscrotch records inc.

Good Person Inside
Jill Sobule

I know everyone's a good person inside
Everyone wants to be loved inside
So whenever I think how you wasted my time
I try to remember the good things inside

Well, you haven't killed anyone as far as we know
And you seem very nice to your sister
You have very good taste in clothes and guitars
And very young girls

I know everyone's a good person inside
Everyone wants just to be loved inside
So whenever I think what a dick, what a liar,
I try to remember the good things inside

Well, your smile is as wide as Montana
And your eyes as deep as the Caspian Sea
Well, I guess these don't count as the things from inside
But these are the things that made me blind
These are the things that made me blind

What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking at all
If I knew what I did today, would I make the same mistake?
Probably.

Cuz your hands are as big as Montana
And your lips as sweet as red vines
Well I guess these don't count as the things from inside
But these are the things that made me blind
These are the things that make me blind

You're as sharp as a tack, you're as loyal as a cat
You were great in the sack, even if you have hair on your back
You made me weak at the knees, gave me no disease
What more could I ask, I won't dig deeper than that