songs with great lyrics

[CRAZY-HORSE]

i thought i'd start a thread to promote great lyrics to songs that deserve to be heard
or read, the melody of the tracks is unimportant, just as long as the lyrics have provocotive
and/or emotive feelings......

........feel free to contribute your own tracks, also include links so they can be heard!

THE STYLE COUNCIL "ghosts of dachau"

writer: paul weller.

'I close my eyes - I reach out my hand
And there you are - beautiful in scabs
Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers
I shout your name - I kick out in dreams
And here we are - the searchlight beams
The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty

The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells
And I still here - handsome in rags
A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity

Come to me angel, don't go to the showers
Beg, steal or borrow - now there's nothing left to take
Except eternity

And who will come - to flower our graves?
With us still here - covered with dust
Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority

Stay with me angel - don't get lost in history
Don't let all we suffered lose it's meaning in the dark
That we call memory


history of song:
written in 1978 whilst Weller was on tour with The Jam in Poland,and after he toured
the Dachau concentration camp, so moved with emotion and feelings from the visit, he scrawled these
verses down on paper and finally recorded them with Style Council in 1984 as a b-side to the single
"shout to the top"

the sparse guitar and rough vocals add a quality to capture the whole experience


[video=youtube;sVoz0tZpyDg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVoz0tZpyDg[/video]

[Jerome]

i thought i'd start a thread to promote great lyrics to songs that deserve to be heard
or read, the melody of the tracks is unimportant, just as long as the lyrics have provocotive
and/or emotive feelings......

........feel free to contribute your own tracks, also include links so they can be heard!

THE STYLE COUNCIL "ghosts of dachau"

writer: paul weller.

'I close my eyes - I reach out my hand
And there you are - beautiful in scabs
Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers
I shout your name - I kick out in dreams
And here we are - the searchlight beams
The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty

The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells
And I still here - handsome in rags
A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity

Come to me angel, don't go to the showers
Beg, steal or borrow - now there's nothing left to take
Except eternity

And who will come - to flower our graves?
With us still here - covered with dust
Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority

Stay with me angel - don't get lost in history
Don't let all we suffered lose it's meaning in the dark
That we call memory


history of song:
written in 1978 whilst Weller was on tour with The Jam in Poland,and after he toured
the Dachau concentration camp, so moved with emotion and feelings from the visit, he scrawled these
verses down on paper and finally recorded them with Style Council in 1984 as a b-side to the single
"shout to the top"

the sparse guitar and rough vocals add a quality to capture the whole experience


[video=youtube;sVoz0tZpyDg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVoz0tZpyDg[/video]

Chilling........................

[Pipikins321]

Marblehead Johnson - The Bluetones, but really you need to listen to how the lyrics fit around the rhythmn:

Tonight I'm wound tighter than a watch spring.
Tonight you owe my patience quite a debt.
Tonight we're not gonna solve anything.
I might say something that we both regret.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.

Tonight the geese are flying.
And everything you say is a call to arms.
Tonight there's something in the air.
Don't come too close and you'll come to no harm.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.
With you.
With you.
With you.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
With all that's gone before, my motive's never felt so pure.
And now my heart's beset with eighteen carot gold regrets.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.