Songs from gifted lyric writers

Songs from gifted lyric writers Jul 31, 2019 17:12:43 GMT Xeliou66 likes this

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Post by DrKrippen on Jul 31, 2019 17:12:43 GMT

[Wide] Boy

Wide-Boy is a person who is able to obtain or make almost anything happen (usually by nefarious means). A Wide Boy is a cut above the common spiv who dealt largely in Black-Market goods and racketeering. The term Wide Boy was in common use prior to 1936

Ultravox! - Wide Boys

I took a walk down New York Avenue
Wearing my latest disguise
Enjoying the perfume of utter dismay
I was effectively anaesthetised

Starving so arrogantly in jumble-sale clothes
Evangeline hires out my throat
We've got the streets of London mapped in our beds
Nagasaki under our coats

We're the wide boys
Up on the streets
Wide boys
Ah, go on and meet them
Wide boys
Delightfully unpleasant with the foxy adolescent scene

So tired of being put down
Broken-hearted my life just started
Tired of being cut down
All your illusions disillusion me

Wide boys
Up on the streets
Wide boys
Ah, go on and meet me
Wide boys
Delightfully unpleasant with the foxy adolescent scene

So! We'll do some music, plays the wrong side of nightmare
Jukebox models collide
The scent on the fire escaping blazing to the sun
Embracing the old suicide pride

I spent a few lifetimes making spinal connections
Down on Einstein Boulevard
I've got to walk a tightrope, now the rampart is so high
I swagger like a neon guitar

With the wide boys up on the streets
Wide boys, ah, go on and meet me
Wide boys
Delightfully unpleasant with the foxy adolescents

We're the wide boys up on the streets
Wide boys, ah, come on and meet me
Wide boys
Delightfully unpleasant with the foxy adolescent scene

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The Flesh Eaters - Because Of You (Every Legend Dies A Quick Death)

Smashed to pieces
Cement wouldn't hold my bones
A soul's snuffed out under candlelight
One night she took the sun and moon
And threw them like dice
She tore up eternity
And sewed it back together
With eight burning candles - eight burning candles
There's a humming in the air
That whispers from God
Cameras search her out
When they find her, they'll all explode into dust
Honey because of you
Every legend dies a quick death
Honey because of you
Man's laws are broken to bits
No eye from heaven can penetrate
There's tngues of fire floating above your head
Whatever we have words for we've gotten beyond
I understood dreams till I kissed you on the cheek
There's a humming in the air
That whispers from God
Your bare feet are melting the snow
Your face is blinding the sun
Your face is blinding the sun

Songs from gifted lyric writers Jul 31, 2019 17:15:15 GMT Xeliou66 likes this

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Post by DrKrippen on Jul 31, 2019 17:15:15 GMT

The Jim Carroll Band - I Want The Angel

I want the angel
Whose dreams are fatal
They cause the snake's milk to run and curdle

I want the angel
Whose darkness doubles
It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles

I want the angel
That will not shatter
Every time I whisper, "Girl it does not matter"

I want the angel
Who's got the proof
She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof

I want the angel
That comes to stay
She don't let lawyers and ambition lead her away

I want the angel
Whose eyes are raving
Who takes what I'm giving and not what I'm saving

I want the angel
Whose bones are so sharp
That they can break through their own excuses

Well, to be a blind man
Hey, that would be a fine thing
Then I could dream at night of total strangers
And all the music would be so spaceless
And all the women would be so faceless
They'd be so faceless they'd be like old film
Just like old film I never did process

I want the angel
That knows the sky
She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye

I want the angel
That's partly lame
She filters clarity from her desperate shame

I want the angel
That knows rejection
Who's like a whore in love with her own reflection

I want the angel
Whose touch don't miss
When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss

If I could break through I could be certain
But this obsession is like some fiery curtain
All the numbers reduced to zero
And those who died young, they are my heroes
They are my heroes, they took the walk
Where the heart made sense and the mind can't talk

I want the angel
Whose child don't weep
She's got dreams designed for eternal sleep

I want the angel
That will not change
Into a four-legged monster in love with the strange

I want the angel
That never chooses
And don't come running back every time she loses

But I want the angel that never loses

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Leonard Cohen - You Want It Darker

If you are the dealer
I'm out of the game
If you are the healer
It means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then
Mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame

Magnified, sanctified
Be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified
In the human frame
A million candles burning
For the help that never came
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my Lord

There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame

They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle-class and tame
I didn't know I had permission
To murder and to maim
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my Lord

Magnified, sanctified
Be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified
In the human frame
A million candles burning
For the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame

If you are the dealer
Let me out of the game
If you are the healer
I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory
Mine must be the shame
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my Lord

Hineni
Hineni, hineni
Hineni