Music that speaks to your soul

I will admit I have drank a lot the past couple of days and I have a buzz on. When I drink, I think, I ask myself, self what songs tell people about thierself. Everyone has at least one song that says were they come from and what they are, what are they? Come on let your soul hang out. Here I will give you one of mine.

I met my love by the gas works cross
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my love by the factory wall
Dirty old town
This Dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
cats a prowling on their beat
spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
This Dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks
saw a train set the night on fire
smelled the spring on the smokey wind
Dirty old town
this Dirty old town

Into this I was born you see
It can beat you down like an old dead tree
sometimes I dream of being free
Dirty old town
This Dirty old town

Then their was Den when we first met.

A gypsy wind is blowing warm tonight
the sky is starlit and the time is right
and still you're tellin me you have to go
Before you leave there's something you should know
yeah something you should know

I've seem you smiling in the summer sun
I've seen your long hair flying in the wind
I've made my mind up that its meant to be
someday lady you'll accomp'ny me

I have so many... But for today, this is the one that comes to mind:

"Come Sail Away" by the STYX!!!

I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on

I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

this one too:
"The Grand Illusion"

Welcome to the Grand illusion
Come on in and see what's happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.

But don't be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazines
They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they're just someone else's fantasy
So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it's a Grand illusion
And deep inside we're all the same.
We're all the same...

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it's a Grand illusion
And deep inside we're all the same.
We're all the same...

America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
Someday soon we'll stop to ponder what on Earth's this spell we're under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are

Of course there is now

I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me so tight
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then

Of course there must be an end

The years rolled slowly past
and I find myself alone
surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I will be living to run and running to live
breaking all the rules that will bend
I will find myself seeking shelter, shelter against the wind

ah... Bob Seger, James?

Hmm...I'll really have to give this some thought.

Bob Seger speaks to my heart and soul. like no other. You may beleive this or not but I live to night moves.

Now give us the song that brings joy to your heart.

Phoenix you are part of my song also. Its in my dreams but here it is

I was a little to tall
could've used a few pounds
tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
and points of her own sitting way up high
way up firm and high

she was just young restless and bored
tryin to lose the awkward teenage blues
workin on some night moves

them I awake and remember the time and space differance

ain't it funny how the night moves
when you just don't seem to have as much to lose
strange how the night moves.
with autumn closing in

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp

nobody wha they call her, she only does what she wants to
thats why they call her a tramp

thats why the lady, thats why this chick is a champ

frank sinatra;

She doesn't own a dress, her hair is always a mess
If you catch her stealin, she won't confess
She's beautiful
Smokes a pack a day, but wait that's me
But anyway
She doesn't care a thing about that hair
She thinks I'm beautiful
Meet Virginia
She never compromises, loves babies and surprises
Wears hi-heels when she exercises
Ain't that beautiful
Meet Virginia
Well she wants to be the Queen
Then she thinks about her scene
Pulls her hair back as she screams
I don't really wanna be the queen
Her daddy wrestles alligators, Mama works on carburetors
Her brother is a fine mediator for the President
Well here she is again on the phone
Just like me hates to be alone
We just like to sit at home, and rip on the President
Meet Virginia
Well she wants to live her life
Then she thinks about her life
Pulls her hair back as she screams
I don't really wanna live this life
She only drinks coffee at Midnight, when the moment is not right
her timing is quite-unusual
You see her confidence is tragic, but her intuition magic
and the shape of her body - unusual
Meet Virginia-I can't wait to
Meet Virginia-Yea
Well she wants to be the Queen
Then she thinks about her scene
Well she wants to live her life
Then she thinks about her life
Pulls her hair back as she screams
I don't really wanna be the queen
I-I don't really wanna be the queen
I-I don't really wanna be the queen
I-I don't really wanna live like this

Train - Meet Virginia

sigh, no matter what*

Very good luz

*no matter* Boyszone.. great pick.

Its half one in the am I am drunk and I am tired but I lived dirty old town I know were I come from.

HE WANTS TO DREAM LIKE A YOUNG MAN

WITH THE WISDOM OF AN OLD MAN.

HE WANTS HIS HOME AND SECURITY,

HE WANTS TO LIVE LIKE A SAILOR AT SEA.

BEAUTIFUL LOSER, WHERE YOU GOONA FALL?

YOU REALIZE YOU JUST CAN'T HAVE IT ALL.

HE'S YOUR OLDEST AND YOUR BEST FRIEND,

IF YOU NEED HIM, HE'LL BE THERE AGAIN.

HE'S ALWAYS WILLING TO BE SECOND BEST,

A PERFECT LODGER, A PERFECT GUEST.

BEAUTIFUL LOSER, READ IT ON THE WALL

AND REALIZE, YOU JUST CAN'T HAVE IT ALL.

...YOU CAN'T HAVE IT ALL, YOU CAN'T HAVE IT ALL,

OH, OH, ... CAN'T HAVE IT ALL.

HE'LL NEVER MAKE ANY ENEMIES,

HE WON'T COMPLAIN IF HE'S CAUGHT IN A FREEZE.

HE'LL ALWAYS ASK, HE'LL ALWAYS SAY PLEASE.

BEAUTIFUL LOSER, NEVER TAKE IT ALL

'CAUSE IT'S EASIER, FASTER WHEN YOU FALL,

YOU JUST DON'T NEED IT ALL

OH, OH, ... YOU JUST DON'T NEED IT ALL.

It's Good To Be King
tom petty


It's good to be king,
if just for a while
To be there in velvet,
yeah, to give 'em a smile
It's good to get high,
and never come down
It's good to be king
of your own little town
Yeah, the world would swing
if I were king
Can I help it if I
still dream time to time
It's good to be king
and have your own way
Get a feeling of peace
at the end of the day
And when your bulldog barks
and your canary sings
You're out there with winners,
yeah, it's good to be king
Yeah I'll be king when dogs get wings
Can I help it if I
still dream time to time
It's good to be king
and have your own world
It helps to make friends,
it's good to meet girls
A sweet little queen who can't run away
It's good to be king, whatever it pays
Excuse me if I have some place in my mind
Where I go time to time

a soul for every cowboy

big head todd

And a soul for every cowboy.
And a star to guide him home.
And an angel to bring him,
A song to sing when he's alone.
For the night is far from over
And the storm is coming on.
And the wind is blowing colder.
And he's very far from home.
When hell falls cold and wet.
His heart soon forgets.
That ever he was loved or wanted to be loved.

i like clothesline by bob Dlyan. i don't know why i like it i just do.

"Songs explaining where they come from and what they are, what are they?"

This one was Hard. It's hard to choose one, much less explain "the why". Forgive the large amount of space I'm taking:

Where I've Been-

Southern Cross (Crosby/Stills/Nash c Jimmy Buffet)

Got out of town on a boat
Goin' to Southern islands.
Sailing a reach
Before a followin' sea.
She was makin' for the trades
On the outside,
And the downhill run
To Papeete.
Off the wind on this heading
Lie the Marquesas.
We got eighty feet of the waterline.
Nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon
I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized
Why twice you ran away.
Chorus
Think about how many times
I have fallen
Spirits are using me
larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me
Cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woman/girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will.
And you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross
For the first time
You understand now
Why you came this way
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from
Is so small.
But it's as big as the promise
The promise of a comin' day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow
My dreams are a dyin'.
And my love is an anchor tied to you
Tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship
And all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left
And music is her name.
Chorus
Think about how many times
I have fallen
Spirits are using me
larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me
Cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin' for that woma/girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will.
And you know it will.
So we cheated and we lied
And we tested
And we never failed to fail
It was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine
Will come along
Make me forget about loving you.
At the Southern Cross.

How I Feel-

Come Monday (Jimmy Buffet)

Headin? up to san francisco
For the labor day week-end show
I?ve got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey I didn?t know
That I?d be missin? you so

Chorus:
Come monday, it?ll be all right
Come monday, I?ll be holdin? you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my side

Yes, it?s been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you?re off on vacation
Somethin? you tried to explain
And darlin?, since I love you so
That?s the reason I just let you go

Chorus:
Come monday, it?ll be all right
Come monday, I?ll be holdin? you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my side

I can?t help it honey
You?re that much a part of me now
Remember that night in montana
When we said there?d be no room for doubt

I hope you?re enjoyin? the scen?ry
I know that it?s pretty up there
We can go hikin? on tuesday
With you I?d walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can?t wait to see you again

Chorus:
Come monday, it?ll be all right
Come monday, I?ll be holdin? you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my side

What I hope for-

Part of The Plan (Dan Fogleberg)

have these moments
All steady and strong
I'm feeling so holy and humble
The next thing I know
I'm all worried and weak
And I feel myself
Starting to crumble.

The meanings get lost
And the teachings get tossed
And you don't know what you're
Going to do next.
You wait for the sun
But it never quite comes
Some kind of message comes
Through to you.
Some kind of message comes through.

And it says to you...

Chorus
Love when you can
Cry when you have to...
Be who you must
That's a part of the plan
Await your arrival
With simple survival
And one day we'll all understand...

I had a woman
Who gave me her soul
But I wasn't ready to
Take it.
Her heart was so fragile
And heavy to hold
And I was afraid I might
Break it.

Your conscience awakes
And you see your mistakes
And you wish someone
Would buy your confessions.
The days miss their mark
And the night gets so dark
And some kind of message
Comes through to you
Some kind of message
Shoots through --

Chorus

There is no Eden or
Heavenly gates
That you're gonna make it to
One day
But all of the answers you seek
Can be found
In the dreams that you dream
On the way.

And just songs that get me back on my feet / Heal my damage:

Stir It Up (Johnny Nash Version/reggae)
I Can See Clearly Now (Jimmy Cliff/reggae)

Damn.. Ok.. And "Shambala".. (Three Dog Night) Rocks!

oohh... Espernaut I like that last one too...

And I forgot this one before:

Hotel California (the Eagles)

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!


The Eagles are on tour now... Geeze I wish I could go, but you know, everywhere sold out... In fact, they didn't even sell tickets on a first come first serve basis, they sold them raffle style , and the people who one the raffles go the tickets. The only tickets available now are scalper ones, and they are just WAY too expensive.

Weird, that you posted Come Monday, since this morning I was just thinking about how much I liked that song when I heard it playing on the radio.

and this one too:

So open up your morning light,
And say a little prayer for I.
you know that if we are to stay alive.
Then see the peace in every eye.

She had two babies. One was six months, one was three
In the war of '44.
Every telephone ring, every heartbeat stinging
When she thought it was God calling her.
Oh would her son grow to know his father?

I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
I want to know right now what will it be.
I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
Will it be yes or will it be sorry?

He showed up all wet on the rainy front step.
Wearing shrapnel in his skin.
And the war he saw lives inside him still,
It's so hard to be gentle and warm.
The years pass by and now he has granddaughters

You look at me from across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me I know the feeling

It sucks you into the jaws of anger.
So breathe a little more deeply my love
All we have is this very moment
And I don't want to do what his father,
and his father, and his father did,
I want to be here now.

So open up your morning light,
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive,
Then see the love in every eye.

I'm telling you, he's psychic.

or maybe it's you?

I don't know... where's my chocolate—

I think it's both of us. lol.

James Tate, sweet. 🙂

I suppose it's my turn now. This topic has been really hard, because there are too many. I'll try to keep it short and simple, though.


Fire & Rain - James Taylor

Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you
I woke up this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Won't you look down upon me Jesus
You got to help me make a stand
You just got to see me through another day.
My body's achin' and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

Oh I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Been walkin' my mind to an easy time
My back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows
It'll turn your head around
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line
To talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you, baby
One more time again now
Thought I'd see you one more time again
There's just a few things comin' my way this time around now
Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you
Fire and rain


Tiny Dancer - Elton John

Blue jean baby, L.A lady
seamstress for the band
Pretty eyes, pirate smile
She'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must've seen her
dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks, out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man, he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the song
The words she knows
The tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here, with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today


Blue jean baby, L.A lady
seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile
you married a music man
Ballerina, you must've seen her,
dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today


While My Guitar Gently Weeps - George Harrison

I look at you all
see the love
there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor
and I see
it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I dont know how you

those sum up my thoughts on life, in a general sense. Little bits of love, loss, tragedy mixed in, too.

Stinkfist
TOOL

Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand

The Patient
TOOL

A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.

Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.

And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.

Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.

And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.

Gonna wait it out.

Lateralus
TOOL

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going, going...

i know ive posted tool before. i cant help it.lol

note my constant led zeppelin posts, and you will feel alone in your one-band addiction no more. 🙂

On the Bound - Fiona Apple

All my life is on me now, hail the pages turning
And the future?s on the bound, hell don?t know my fury
You?re all I need, you?re all I need, you?re all I need
You?re all I need, you?re all I need, you?re all I need
You?re all I need - and maybe some faith would
Do me good

I don?t know what I?m doing, don?t know should I
Change my mind, I can?t decide, there?s too many
Variations to consider
No thing I do don?t do no thing but bring me
More to do,
It?s true, I do imbue my blue unto myself,
I make it bitter

Baby, lay your head on my lap one more time
Tell me you belong to me
Baby say that it?s all gonna be alright
I believe that it isn?t.

You?re all I need, you?re all I need, you?re all I need
You?re all I need, you?re all I need, you?re all I need
You?re all I need - and maybe some faith would
Do me good

the song where
about the striper and the ny. is mentioned. it's a good song. i'm in love with a stipper says to his mom.
haven't heard it in forever. the stiper working to go collge.
just be cause she dancing go go doesn't make her a hoe no.
.... going to the disco.

James taylor wrote Rain and fire about a friend who did him self in.

more of this damn james talyor i have yet to realiaze who he is damn it. i'm out of the loop again.

ur just too young

i was just thinking that had to be the reason he doesnt know who he is.

And So It Goes
Billy Joel

In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense

And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose

But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break

And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

James Taylor is a famous singer whose popularity was the greatest in the 70s (before I was born). If you can, you should pick up his greatest hits album. A very mellow, calming singer...beautiful songs.

"And So It Goes" would be good to slow-dance to.

I can't help such comments. It's the dancer in me. 😛

At one time he was married to carly simon.