Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#101 Post by Joost » 22 Oct 2009 14:35

Björn Afzelius - En kungens man

Maria går på vägen
Som leder in till byn
Hon sjunger och hon skrattar
Åt lärkorna i skyn
Hon är på väg till torget
För att sälja lite bröd
Och solen stiger varm och stor
Och färgar himlen röd

Då möter hon en herre
Och en häst med yvig man
Han säger: Jag är kungens man
Så jag tar vad jag vill ha
Och du är alltför vacker
För att inte ha nån man
Följ med mig in i skogen
Ska jag visa vad jag kan

Hon tvingas ner i gräset
Och han tar på hennes kropp
Hon slingrar sig och ber honom
För guds skull hålla opp
Men riddaren bara skrattar
Berusad av sin glöd
Så hon tar hans kniv och stöter till
Och riddaren är död

De fängslade Maria
Och hon stenades för dråp
Men minnet efter riddaren
Det blev firat varje år
Ja, herrarna blir hjältar
Men folket det blir dömt
Och vi som ser hur allt går till
Vi får veta att vi drömt
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
-- Martin Walkyier

Also, Balrogs have wings.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#102 Post by OllieS » 24 Oct 2009 22:17

I really connect with these:

On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell bodies wasted on the shores
On the blackest plains in hell's domain, we watch them as we go
In fire and pain, and once again we know

So now we fly ever free
We're free before the thunderstorm
On towards the wilderness our quest carries on
Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls

[Chorus:]
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky
They'll raise their hands to the heavens above
With resentment in their eyes
Running back from the mid-morning light
There's a burning in my heart
We're banished from a time in a fallen land
To a life beyond the stars

In your darkest dreams see to believe
Our destiny is time
And endlessly we'll all be free tonight

And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone
Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on

[Chorus]

[Solos: Twin/Sam/Twin/Herman/Twin/Herman/Sam/Herman/Sam]

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard now can we understand
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can
For freedom of every man

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#103 Post by HeavenCanWait » 28 Nov 2009 21:07

Sabaton - 40:1

Baptised in fire.
Forty to one

So silent before the storm
Awaiting command
A few has been chosen to stand
As one outnumbered by far
The orders from high command
Fight back, hold your ground!

In early September it came
A war unknown to the world
No army may enter that land
That is protected by polish hand
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone

Baptised in fire
Forty to one
Spirit of spartans
Death and glory
Soldiers of Poland
Second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt

The 8th of September it starts
The rage of the Reich
A barrage of mortars and guns
Stand past, the bunkers will hold
The captain has pledged his life
I'll face my fate here!
The sound of artillery strike
So fierce
The thunder of guns

So come, bring on all that you've got
Come hell, come high water, never stop
Unless you are forty to one
Your lives will soon be undone

Baptised in fire
40 to 1
Spirit of spartans
Death and glory
Soldiers of poland
Second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt

Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, fathers and sons at war
Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, fathers and sons at war
Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, buried in history

No vermin may enter that land
That is protected by polish hand
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone

Baptised in fire
Forty to one
Spirit of spartans
Death and glory!
Soldiers of Poland
Second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt

No, no, no


This one describes the heroism of 800 Polish soldiers in trenches and bunkers and 10 anti tank rifles against the strength of more than 40000 German troops with tanks, artillery and aviation. The Poles held their ground for whole three days.
Always gives me the shivers. Even now, while typing about it.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#104 Post by Joost » 02 Dec 2009 22:28

Herman van Veen - Andere Namen

Ik ken een wonderlijke man,
een heel bijzonder vreemde man.
Een man die stottert niets weet te zeggen,
behalve als hij zingen kan.
Hij gaf de dingen andere namen.
Zo noemde hij een stoel een krant.
De tafel noemde hij een deurknop.
Een briefje noemde hij een hand.

Hij is een kind, een heel oud kind.
Alfred Judokus Kwak en Don Quichot.
In elke dwarrelende sneeuwvlok ziet hij God.
Hij is een kind, een heel oud kind.
Zo eentje zoals je ze alleen in
vergeten boeken vindt.

Deze wonderlijke man,
die bijzondere vreemde man.
Zit op een krant achter een deurknop
en schrijft je zo een hand.
Hij is klaarwakker als wij slapen en
fietst dan fluitend langs de zee.
Als wij opstaan gaat hij liggen
en eten wij zit hij op de WC.

Hij is een kind, een heel oud kind.
Alfred Judokus Kwak en Don Quichot.
In elke dwarrelende sneeuwvlok ziet hij God.
Hij is een kind, een heel oud kind.
Zo eentje zoals je ze alleen in
versleten boeken vindt.

Laatst is hij opgepakt door mannen.
Hij zit nu in een opvanghuis.
Want hij trok met een nijptang telkens weer
de spijkers uit de handen van Jezus aan het kruis.

Die man woont bij ons in de straat.
Ik zie hem nooit, soms 's avonds laat.
Dan wandelt hij daar naast zijn fiets.
De fiets die praat en hij zegt niets.
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
-- Martin Walkyier

Also, Balrogs have wings.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#105 Post by Orodaran » 16 Dec 2009 21:27

Emilie Autumn - What If

Here you sit on your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor

If you like we could play a game
Let's pretend that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do

And I'm far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don't care what you think anyway
'Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah what if you were, what if you were

And what if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep

I know you've got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you

I'm the end of your telescope
I don't change just to suit your vision
'Cause I am bound by a fraying rope
Around my hands, tied around my hands

And you close your eyes when I say I'm breaking free
And put your hands over both your ears
Because you cannot stand to believe I'm not
The perfect girl you thought
Well what have I got to lose

And what if I'm a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow
What if I'm a socialite who wants to be alone
What if I'm a toothless leopard
What if I'm a sheepless shepherd
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home

You don't know me
Never will, never will
I'm outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now
You can't see me
Never will, never will
If you're never gonna see

What if I'm a crowded desert
Too much pain with little pleasure
What if I'm the nicest place you never want to go
What if I don't know who I am
Will that keep us both from trying
To find out and when you have
Be sure to let me know

What if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep
Sleep...
Sleep...
"There's a time when a man needs to fight and a time when he needs to accept that his destiny's lost, the ship has sailed and that only a fool will continue. The truth is I've always been a fool"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
A slight call afar is tempting me, like a whisper sweet or an awful scream; I cannot ignore what I've always been, I'm leaving again - one last time? in my little kingdom I can be what I really wanted to be... The wanderer

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#106 Post by Beyonder » 16 Dec 2009 22:38

To Create A Warlike Feel

[Tony Kakko]

They've decided to own the world tonight, create the standard, now roll the reel.
Ambush the poor, take what they have to create a warlike feel (turn the page)

One vision, resolution, friends and allies, easy come
The golden moments, our lifestyle depends on your children, we're doomed if

the war is over, all is lost
Down the drain, keep fingers crossed
Hope the World forgets or the World forgives
Charm their minds and hearts, once more,
For me.

Use the time in the public eye
"How we love you so"
Now people, you should know, who's your foe
Who's your friend, your enemy?
The Enemy!

"Yes, you are needed, so badly wanted.
If we wish to live in peace, we need to fight, it demands a sacrifice."
New blood is gathered, donations needed.
Every day, one soul away of your fulfillment, the necessity.

Unplug the damaged toys, all amputated souls
For everything is over for them, we cannot
Use a man, who's lost a hand,
The education paid in full, as planned

Did you hear, they say, the ground they walk's always been holier than mine.
- Oiling the wheels with fire
The only, the righteous, the privileged ones, the law, and the almighty power.
- Burning the fields for one flower.
[A:]
What was black is now blue, nothing much is really new
On the eve of Hell on Earth you walk the reddish snow.
A chain of command lacks the balls to right the wrong, you proclaim
They always only change the cadency, the song remains the same.
[B:]
Kaikkivoipaiselta itsevaltiaalta avaimet el�m��n.
Kahlehdimme ainoamme oikeudesta turvaan pysyv��n.
Itsevaltiaamme ��ni korvissamme, lainan lunastamme,
�ideillemme muiston marmoriin.

You made our babies go where no parent can follow.
The song remains the same
"For die we must", our heirs say. Drowning in sorrow forever left hollow...

The bullets you created, shall be used against you, by the people,
All the things you buried will be excavated and re-animated
Fear the future, fear the creed,
We all can see what's been concealed
Together we stand alone behind the lines
With our bare bones

One, two, three, four, what the hell're we fighting for, now
Five, six, lucky seven,
Stripmine your private road to hell.

Had we known how this ends in our defeat. I wonder...
Would we still have given you all the children you would ever need.

Always washed their minds, clean and white
Like papers you have signed
And people, a single mind, you feed the beast
Thus create a warlike feel

This is my second fav Sonata song. :D
all hail metal where's there's light there will always be darkness.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#107 Post by Beyonder » 16 Dec 2009 22:45

Gravenimage

We met that night, when the sea ran high.
And I craved for more of that near-love experience.
Those who the music hath then joined together, are now put asunder....

Remember me, when I lit the fire.
To keep us warm.
On a cold winter morning. Now I pass through the moment.
Can I still recognize a beautiful melody...

I play a note, but hear no sound. Have I lost my love or the wings I found.
When I was young,,,
...and eager to please anyone who had time...

Needed to sing, the very notes I heard.
Had to stay in the shadows and seek for the loneliness.
Nevertheless, the price was higher than I had realized.
I was to live alone, ready to make the sacrifice.
Was I in love with you...

My old heart, little harder again. Once the light goes out, everything ends.
It is time...ready to cause a scene, ready to make the sacrifice.
Ready to play the note, ready to end the final show.
The only thing I know.

The pain is here. To stay I fear. In my eyes. I can change one note and make you cry.
In this state of mind. Silence is a crime.

How can life be so feigned and cold. I've answered the call of every melody, lovingly.
Did I find the answers to all my questions.

Or a gravenimage of me...

If I found the hidden fountain. Drank the wisdom from its deep.
Would I have the time to save me. Would I have them both to keep.

This is my fav Sonata song :D
all hail metal where's there's light there will always be darkness.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#108 Post by Andreas » 17 Dec 2009 13:44

This is actually a folk song. I heard them from a Scottish folk duo, but the song is written by Noel Murphy and Stan Crowther. One of my favourite songs when it comes to lyrics :P


There once was a very very holy vicar
Who was walking along the street one day
When he heard a little voice saying, Excuse me, Vicar
Oh help me, Vicar, this voice did say
The vicar looked around and all he could see
Was a tiny frog sitting on the ground
Oh my dear little froggie, did you speak to me
Was it you who spoke when I heard that sound

Oh yes, said the frog, please help me, Vicar
For I'm not really a frog, you see
I'm a choirboy really, but a wicked fairy
Cast a nasty spell on me
And the only way that I can be saved
From that wicked spell, this little frog said
Is for someone to take me and to put me in a place
Where a holy man has laid his head

So the vicar took him home and he put him in his pillow
And there he lay till the break of day
And the very next morning - a blessed miracle
The spell was broken I'm pleased to say
For there was a choirboy in bed with the vicar
And I hope you think this all makes sense
For there, my Lord and members of the jury
Rests the case for the defence

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#109 Post by Catanduva » 17 Dec 2009 22:32

This is from that trend, 2nd-half of 60's, of using acid to try to find a non-arystothelic vision of the world, as I read it (people here may know it much better). This song is from 13th Floor Elevators, one of the bands that most deeply lived this philosophy. I'm reading the pre-socratics, and I think the idea is very attractive, without the drug, off course. The emotional appeal of the philosophy is in blank style.
The vocals are very similar to that 90´s band, Live. There are weird mouth sounds all over the song, like those in hip hop, but mimmicking extra-terrestrial talking.


Bedoin tribes ascending
From the egg into the flower,
Alpha information sending
State within the heaven shower
From disciples the unending
Subtleties of river power
They slip inside this house as they pass by

If your limbs begin dissolving
In the water that you tread
All surroundings are evolving
In the stream that clears your head
Find yourself a caravan
Like Noah must have led
And slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

True conception, knowing why
Brings even more than meets the eye
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

In this dark we call creation
We can be and feel and know
From an effort, comfort station
That's surviving on the go
There's infinite survival in
The high baptismal glow.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
There is no reason to rise alone
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Live where your heart can be given
And your life starts to unfold
In the forms you envision
In this dream that's ages old

On the river layer is the only sayer
You receive all you can hold
Like you've been told.

Every day's another dawning
Give the morning winds a chance
Always catch your thunder yawning
Lift your mind into the dance
Sweep the shadows from your awning
Shrink the fourfold circumstance
That lies outside this house don't pass it by.

Higher worlds that you uncover
Light the path you want to roam
You compare there and discover
You won't need a shell of foam
Twice born gypsies care and keep
The nowhere of their former home
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

You think you can't, you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

Four and twenty birds of Maya
Baked into an atom you
Polarized into existence
Magnet heart from red to blue
To such extent the realm of dark
Within the picture it seems true
But slip inside this house and then decide.

All your lightning waits inside you
Travel it along your spine
Seven stars receive your visit
Seven seals remain divine
Seven churches filled with spirit,
Treasure from the angels' mine
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

The space you make has your own laws
No longer human gods are cause
The center of this house will never die.

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
There is no reason to rise alone
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Draw from the well of unchanging
Its union nourishes on
In the right re-arranging
Till the last confusion is gone
Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
Of the always singing song they pass along.

One-eyed men aren't really reigning
They just march in place until
Two-eyed men with mystery training
Finally feel the power fill
Three-eyed men are not complaining.
They can yo-yo where they will
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Don't pass it by.
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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#110 Post by MarchOfTime » 21 Dec 2009 15:02

Ayreon- The New Migrator

[A. METAMORPHOSIS]

"For the first time during my journey, the Migrator communicates with me. He speaks to me
directly, but without words. The Migrator tells me that my corporeal body inside the
Dream Sequencer has died. While my body will now sleep forever, my consciousness must
awake to eternity that lays before me ... for I am the new Migrator!"

[B. SLEEPER AWAKE]

[Ian Parry, Lana Lane]

Atomically into existence
A creator of life was born
This universal migrator
In his celestial form

Astronomical segmentation
A division from which I came
To go forth with a task bestowed me
And seek out new worlds for all

Fly up into the skies
A sea of blue has crossed thine eyes
A quest to save mankind is made
Just one earthly being his soul shall remain

My power of thought calls you
Sleeper...sleeper awake, oh you sleeper
Open your mind hear me sleeper
Sleeper awake, come alive
Our spirits they can never die

Sleeper...sleeper awake, oh you sleeper
Dormant inside, hear me sleeper
Sleeper awake, come alive
Your body is dead not your mind

A cataclysmic end for many
Annihilated Earth to the core
But one soul survives in stasis
A colonists spirit the source

You're the one not I, the chosen
With visions, a bright new dawn
To cross the starlit systems
A place where new planets are born

Rise up, you must awake
The here and now shall separate
The body frees the soul and mind
Your spirit will join me in time

Sleeper awake there's a world waiting for you to find!
Bow down in the platinum maze
Twilight cathedrals spread the system plague
Forging sacred thrones in the void unseen
Merciless judgement in the church of the machine

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#111 Post by Beyonder » 22 Dec 2009 14:36

All For One

Hold back the night my darkest dreams
I'm standing right beside you - enemy
I'll take your fate into this world
And I will follow you into the dawn

I will unbind your chains - release you to reality
The army of the dead - will rise again - alive again

Look into the unknown mirror
See the face that burns the land
Eye to eye with this evil monster - hand in hand
Take your brave heart in a fighting moment
Anger rises everywhere
Lost leaders give us hope and wake up the dead

High spirits and emotions - are coming back to us
The oppression takes too long - we've lost everything
The eyes are turning black - the fighting spirits back
We raise our hands in faith - the day of reckoning

We have a chance
And we're holding back the moment
When the morning comes
The battle will be won

One dream - one heart
We're all for one
We fight for our destiny
One dream - one heart
We're all for one
We're living in our agony
All for one
all hail metal where's there's light there will always be darkness.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#112 Post by Joost » 02 Feb 2010 01:17

Elton John - Indian Sunset

As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns

Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke and breastfed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine

And now you ask that I should watch
The red man's race be slowly crushed
What kind of words are these to hear
From Yellow Dog whom white man fears

I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run

Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead
He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead

Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming
And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
-- Martin Walkyier

Also, Balrogs have wings.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#113 Post by Joost » 23 Apr 2010 01:36

Ah yeah, I love me some good protest songs...

Sinéad O'Connor - Drink Before the War

Well, you tell us that we're wrong
And you tell us not to sing our song
Nothing we can say will make you see
You got a heart of stone
You can never feel

You say "oh I'm not afraid - it can't happen to me
I've lived my life as a good man
Oh, no you're out of your mind
It won't happen to me
Cause I've carried my weight
And I've been a strong man"
But listen to the man in the liquor store
He yelling "anybody wanna drink before the war?"

And your parents paid you through
You got a nice big car
Nothing bothers you
Somebody cut out your eyes
You refuse to see
Somebody cut out your heart
You refuse to feel

And you live in a shell
You create your own hell
You live in the past and talk about war
And you dig your own grave
But it's a life you can save
So start keeping fast
It's not gonna happen
And you'll cry
But you'll never fall, no, no, no
You're building a wall
Gotta break it down
Start again

No, no, no - it won't happen to us
We've lived our lives
Basically we've been good men
So stop talking of war
Cause you know we've heard it all before
Why don't you go out there and do something useful

But listen to the man in the liquor store
He yelling "anybody wanna drink before the war?"
"Anybody wanna drink before the war?"
"Anybody wanna drink before the war?"
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
-- Martin Walkyier

Also, Balrogs have wings.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#114 Post by Joost » 02 May 2010 14:07

Loreena McKennitt - Cé hé mise le unlaight? / The two trees

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And al the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.

There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and stiff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.


Based on a poem by William Butler Yeats, this is one of the songs of which I can say that the lyrics truly have some sort of spiritual meaning for me.
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
-- Martin Walkyier

Also, Balrogs have wings.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#115 Post by Palantyre » 04 May 2010 18:11

There are lots of songs about how we humans are screwing up the environment we live in and how it will probably be our downfall, but my personal favourite of all those is this one. Been a while since song lyrics brought a tear to my eye, but this sad tale just did that.

Wuthering Heights - The Last Tribe (Mother Earth)

And no one shall mark the grave of the last man...

The chieftain stares into the fire
A shadow of a tear upon his face
He's not really wise or old, no one gets old no more
He just happens to be leading
The remnant of the race
And he knows not all will make the night
He knows this time they've lost the fight

Some still speak of the flower-tribe
Who laid their weapons down, and tried
To live in peace, but were overrun
When greed replaced need

Then fast downhill it went from there
Until all the land was bare
Now they cower in the moonless night
And pray they'll see the day

Lesser sons of greater sires
Bearing wood to their own pyres
One of them may look towards the sky
And raise his broken voice to cry...

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone

The hunters tell of a place they've found
Where paper stands in leather bound
Filled with mystic signs
That none now can unwind

And one who says he's very bold
Claims he's seen a chest of gold
But the others say such things are vain
They give no shelter from the rain

The vulture riding winds up high
Espies these wicked creatures die
From time to time his blood will chill
When he hears their song from hill to hill

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone

When all again is wrapped in green
And the balance is restrained
None will recall the sad laments
Of dethroned kings of yore

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone
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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#116 Post by Dentarthurdent » 05 May 2010 12:23

Nanowar - King

absolutely epic :D



Walking on the hill, with the crown of steel
Going to McDonald's to eat an happy meal

[Waiter:]
To eat an happy meal, to eat an happy meal
He's going to mac donald to eat an happy meal

He's the king,
King of the hill, of the happy meal
He's the king

Walking on the land, with the sword in hand
He gave the queen a lot of fun
(I think you understand)

[Queen:]
I think you understand, I think you understand
He's given me a lot of fun I think you... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh

He's the king
King of the hill of the happy meal
Of the queen of the (understand)
He's the king

Singing to the wind, the tale of the king
Of Luca Turilli all the elves and other epic things
Luca Turilli's bad, Luca Turilli's mad
But we don't want with singing this to make Turilli sad

He's the king
King of the hill of the happy meal
Of the queen of the (understand)
Of the wind of the epic things
He's the king

The story comes to an end, but don't worry my friend
Just push the "rewind" button, to listen it again
One more thing we must say, before you go away
We must warn you: Potowotominmak is gay

He's the king
King of the hill of the happy meal
Of the queen of the (understand)
Of the wind of the epic thigs
Of the say of the away of the rewind button
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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#117 Post by Desert_Storm » 17 Jun 2010 14:18

Marillion - Blind Curve

Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonley.
Can't you stay away,
Just leave me alone with my thoughts,
Just a runaway
I'm saving myself

Strung out under a necklace of carnival lights,
Cold moon, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight.
(...)

I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
And we sat and cried on the phone
I never felt so alone he was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity


Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
"Talk to me, won't you tell me your story"

So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain,

I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed in the floor,
Inviting me to casual obscenity

(...)
I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husband's clothes.
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetary eyes.

I see convoys kerbcrawling West German Autobahns
Trying to pick up a war.
They're going to even the score
Oh, I can't take any more.

I see black flags on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor.
I see children with vacant stares
Destined for rape in the alleyways.

Does anybody care, I can't take no more
Should we say goodbye.

I see priests, politicians?
Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm this is no Vietnam.

I can't take any more, should we say goodbye,
How can you justify?
And they call us civilised.
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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#118 Post by Joost » 02 Apr 2011 01:30

Eric Bogle - And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a young man and I carried my pack
And I lived the free life on the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915 my country said "Son
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ships pulled away from the quay
And amid all the cheers, flag waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli

And how well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnnie Turk he was waiting, he primed himself well
He shamed us with bullets and he rained us with shell
And in five minutes flat he blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
And we started all over again

And those that were left, well we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done well I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying

For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs
No more Waltzing Matilda for me.

So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Key
And I looked at the place where my legs used to be
I thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
And they turned all their faces away

So now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing all dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from, a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question

But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
-- Martin Walkyier

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#119 Post by t.a.j. » 02 Apr 2011 08:59

I sit beside the fire
And think of all that I have seen,
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been.
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were,
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire
And think of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen.
In every wood, in every spring
There is a different green.

I sit beside the fire
And think of people long ago.
And people who will see a world
That I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door
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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#120 Post by Palantyre » 02 Apr 2011 09:05

Amon Amarth are damn good at telling dramatic, tragic stories with their songs. This one's my favourite of those.

Amon Amarth - Embrace of the Endless Ocean

I stroke the blade with my hand
the sharp edge cuts the skin
blood drips to the rain wet sand
my journey can begin

Once a slave but now I'm free
my honor is restored
once again I'll ride the seas
free at last from whip and oar

I slide the sword into the sheath
the ocean god is hailed
and as we push out to the sea
we raise the red striped sails

I've missed the breeze of my home shores
the frozen lakes and winter snow
but now my dreams start to unfold
father, I'm coming home

The storm came down without remorse
and water crashed the rails
the ship was thrown back and forth
as strong winds ripped the sails

The icy waves embrace my skin
I am going numb
The endless ocean swallows me
This will be my cold wet tomb

Won't feel the breeze of my home shore
nor see the lakes or winter snow
my hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn
father, I die alone
I die alone


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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#121 Post by t.a.j. » 18 May 2011 19:58

and now our time comes
and now our time comes

there will come a time
we said
but time only goes
the fading of the rainbow
the closing of a rose

well make the time
we vowed
but times already made
impatient as the twilight
elusive as the shade

and now our time comes
and now our time comes

well take the time
we both agreed
but time is only lived
the clock unwinds
and autumn leaves
run riot in the wind

and time just slips away
they say
like golden grains of sand
and the days and nights
we held so tight
escape from out our hands

and now our time comes
and now our time comes

and now our time comes
and now our time comes
and now it has gone
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#122 Post by Joost » 11 Oct 2011 08:34

Queensrÿche - Revolution Calling

For a price I'd do about anything
Except pull the trigger
For that I'd need a pretty good cause
Then I heard of Dr. X
The man with the cure
Just watch the television
Yeah, you'll see there's something going on

Got no love for politicians
Or that crazy scene in D.C.
It's just a power mad town
But the time is ripe for changes
There's a growing feeling
That taking a chance on a new kind of vision is due

I used to trust the media
To tell me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I've seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone's a crook?

Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
(There's a) Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through

I'm tired of all this bullshit
They keep selling me on T.V.
About the communist plan
And all the shady preachers
Begging for my cash
Swiss bank accounts while giving their
Secretaries the slam

They're all in Penthouse now
Or Playboy magazine, million dollar stories to tell
I guess Warhol wasn't wrong
Fame fifteen minutes long
Everyone's using everybody, making the sale

I used to think
That only America's way, way was right
But now the holy dollar rules everybody's lives
Gotta make a million doesn't matter who dies

Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
(There's a) Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through

I used to trust the media
To tell me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I've seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone's a crook?

Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
(There's a) Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
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Also, Balrogs have wings.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#123 Post by Isis65 » 11 Oct 2011 12:57

Fabrizio De Andre'- La Guerra di Piero

La Guerra di Piero was written more than 40 years ago; yet, one question arises spontaneously on singing, or simply reading it: what would have become of this song, if only it had been written in a language better known than Italian? Probably, it would be now in everyone’s heart and mind the world over. That is why the greater number possible of versions and translations has been made available: this song deserves being better known also by English-speaking readers.

(from AntiWar Songs: http://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?id=5&lang=it)

PETER’S WAR

You lie slain, in a cornfield sleeping,
and neither the rose or the ladytulip
are watching you in the shadow of ditches,
but thousands of blood-red poppies.

"Along the banks of this country stream
I’d like to spy the silver pike swimming,
and not a suite of soldiers’ corpses
brought with the stream, like dead branches."

You said so, and it was a cold winter,
and, just like others, you’re bound to hell
marching so sadly to your sad duty,
the wind’s spitting snow in your face.

Stop your steps, Peter, stop your steps now!
Allow the wind to fondle your body,
you bear the voice of all the fallen
who gave their lives for a wooden cross.

But you didn’t hear them, and time passed by
with the seasons at a java step
and so you were ready to cross the border
in a warm and bright spring day.

And walking on shouldering your soul
you noticed a man down there in the valley
walking in the same sad mood as you
but with a uniform of a different colour.

Shoot him, Peter, shoot at him now!
Shoot again to make sure he’s dead,
until he falls dead to the ground
and covers his own blood deadly wounded.

"And if I aim at his front or at his heart
I’ll leave him only the time to die,
but I shall have plenty of time
to look in the eyes of a dying man."

And while you are so kind to him,
he turns around, sees you and gets frighten’d;
he brings his rifle to firing position
and doesn’t repay you for your favour.

You fell to the ground without even a cry
and you noticed in no less than a moment
that you’d not have enough time
to beg pardon for all your sins.

You fell to the ground without even a cry
and you noticed in no less than a moment
that your life had be put an end,
and that you’d never come back home.

"Oh Jenny darling, to die in May
one needs much and maybe too much courage.
Oh Jenny darling, I’d like best
to go to hell in a cold winter day."

And while the corn was listening to your words
you held your rifle clenched in your hands,
you held your words frozen in your mouth
that would never have melt in the sunrays.

You lie slain, in a cornfield sleeping,
and neither the rose or the ladytulip
are watching you in the shadow of ditches,
but thousands of blood-red poppies.
I'm an old girl...

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#124 Post by t.a.j. » 25 Oct 2011 23:40

They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway.
They say that life's a game, then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...

In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in the kitties.
There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair.
Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime,
But at least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere.
Facing their Responsibilities either on their backs or on their knees
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away
And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The ballet on the burning stage.
The documentary see
Upon the fractured screen
The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page...

There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole
And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease.
But he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains
And endeavours to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees.
while his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with a brutal eye,
That have never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a nation's threat.
But he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines
But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The Situation Tragedy
Grand Opera slick with soap
Cliffhangers with no hope
The water-colour in the flooded gallery...

There's a girl who'll push but not shove and is desperate for her father's love
She believes the hand beneath the glove maybe one she needs to hold.
Though she doubts her hosts moralities she decides she is more at ease
In the Land Of Doing What You Please than outside in the cold.
But the backdrop's peel and the sets give way and the cast gets eaten by the play
There's a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles
And the patrons and actors too are uncertain if the show is through
And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The torch-song no one ever sings
The curfew chorus line
The comedy divine
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings

There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises
There's something hear for everyone, (reserve your seat today)
There's mischief and malarkeys but no queers or yids or darkies
Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret.
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#125 Post by Desert_Storm » 30 Nov 2011 22:24

Really one of the lyrics (written for music) that I love the most:

"In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ...

When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore.

At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.

He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'

And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'

Held close by that which some despise
which some call fake, and others lies
And somewhat small
for one so tall
a doubting Thomas who would be?
It's written plain for all to see
for one who I am with no more
it's hard at times, it's awful raw

They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor
and those unsure
believed his eyes
- a strange disguise
Still write it down, it might be read
nothing's better left unsaid
only sometimes, still no doubt
it's hard to see, it all works out

'Twas tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was there
Through hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glare
of the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloak
and though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joke

'Twas tea-time at the circus, though some might not agree
as jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlessly
But trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spoke
and though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke

In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey
for the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say
When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds)
bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with words

In the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be long
for the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not so strong
and the things which I believed in are no longer quite enough
for the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough

I know if I'd been wiser this would never have occurred
but I wallowed in my blindness so it's plain that I deserve
for the sin of self-indulgence when the truth was writ quite clear
I must spend my life amongst the dead who spend their lives in fear
of a death that they're not sure of, of a life they can't control
It's all so simple really if you just look to your soul

Some say that I'm a wise man, some think that I'm a fool
It doesn't matter either way: I'll be a wise man's fool
For the lesson lies in learning and by teaching I'll be taught
for there's nothing hidden anywhere, it's all there to be sought
And so if you know anything look closely at the time
at others who remain untrue and don't commit that crime"

Some parts of it are better than others, but anyway.
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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#126 Post by Joost » 18 Jan 2012 12:30

Truer words have seldomly been spoken:

Skyclad - Skyclad

I'll sing to you of days departed,
Times when men proud and stouthearted carved their names on history's bloody page,
The corpse of chivalry long dead
Is turning in his loamy bed indignant at your new 'enlightened' age
White-collared knights at boardroom tables dream their own financial fables,
Fight to make their incomes larger -- mounted on their 'credit charges'.
Held within the safety of this mundane existence --
Facing endless grey Mondays of dull nine to fives,
We all climb the social ladder with a dogged persistence,
Forging chains we shall carry for the rest of our lives.
We cannot see through clothes may maketh man they cannot give us shelter --
On this mortal helter-skelter if our loyalties are torn,
Between the values we believe in and the egos we are feeding --
We stand all together naked as the day we were born.
And so cast off the lies that are our lives and find the truth within.

SKYCLAD -- the veil has lifted,
SKYCLAD -- now I see through,
SKYCLAD -- your mask of illusion,
SKYCLAD -- to the fake that is you.

Financial wizards read their spells from filofaxes
Concrete hells of their own making pass for Avalon.
These men self-made by shrewd investing spend their weekends child-molesting,
Lost in 'green-belt' dreams they do no wrong.
Your mortgage payment rocket --
Like your blood pressure rising,
Executive stresses are the dragons you fight.
In your Armani armour you are practically shining,
So have no code of honour -- you must always be right.
Just give me a simple life -- my tastes are not demanding,
And whatever life may hand me I'll accept it with good grace;
For I'm just a simple lad with few ideas about my station,
So ale and song will apt suffice to keep me in my place.
How can you know the cost of everything yet never see its worth?
If you think because you've paid the piper you should call the tune --
Well think again my friend life is a game of chance,
By Fate's command we win or lose,
But still retain the right to choose
If we should stumble on -- or shed our cares and dance.

SKYCLAD -- the veil has lifted,
SKYCLAD -- now I see through,
SKYCLAD -- your mask of illusion,
SKYCLAD -- to the fake that is you.

You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand,
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
-- Martin Walkyier

Also, Balrogs have wings.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#127 Post by Isis65 » 21 Apr 2012 16:12

Loreena McKennit - Dante'prayer

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Chorus:
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire
Chorus
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars
Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares
Chorus
Please remember me
Please remember me,...
I'm an old girl...

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#128 Post by Dentarthurdent » 03 Jul 2013 16:24

Time to revive this, with the chorus of Rage's The Price of War:

Weep with the children and starve with the prisoners
Before you scream for revenge
Sorrowful women with tears in their hollow eyes
This is no justice - this is the price of war!
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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#129 Post by Joost » 20 Jun 2014 23:16

Ashbury - Endless Skies

He walked a road that grew so long
And as he walked he sang a song
A song that made him stop and quietly wonder
He thinks of times long since gone by
Of all the things that made him cry
Of all the things that made him long to wander

The day grew dim and quickly failed
Reflecting shades of yellow pale
A time that made him stop and quietly wonder
Valleys stained with wars gone still
The rich man lives upon his hill
Troubled times that made him long to wander

We will take the everlasting glory
Have our children tell our story
As we weave our thoughts upon the sky

Night awaits for daybreak, the day seems so long
You've learned the ways of heartache and how to be strong
The world as you knew it came cascading down
No hope left inside you, you're pushed to the ground
All that stood round you lies down at your feet
The feeling inside you runs cold and deep

Endless skies won't you wash away forever
All the pain that lies together in us all
Endless skies always there but never watching
Just reflections off the water to my eyes

Endless skies when will you let me down easy
Never knowing what is right and what's wrong
Never realized the answers you've given
Have been waiting for us all along
You charge each other for the time and breath it takes to say 'good morning',
But the truth is slowly dawning -- things are getting out of hand,
We all pursue our shattered dreams along the roads to our own ruin --
Watch our empires sink and wash away like castles made of sand.
And so cast off the lies that are your lives and find the truth within.
-- Martin Walkyier

Also, Balrogs have wings.

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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#130 Post by Dragonfly » 21 Jun 2014 19:33

Palantyre wrote:There are lots of songs about how we humans are screwing up the environment we live in and how it will probably be our downfall, but my personal favourite of all those is this one. Been a while since song lyrics brought a tear to my eye, but this sad tale just did that.

Wuthering Heights - The Last Tribe (Mother Earth)

And no one shall mark the grave of the last man...

The chieftain stares into the fire
A shadow of a tear upon his face
He's not really wise or old, no one gets old no more
He just happens to be leading
The remnant of the race
And he knows not all will make the night
He knows this time they've lost the fight

Some still speak of the flower-tribe
Who laid their weapons down, and tried
To live in peace, but were overrun
When greed replaced need

Then fast downhill it went from there
Until all the land was bare
Now they cower in the moonless night
And pray they'll see the day

Lesser sons of greater sires
Bearing wood to their own pyres
One of them may look towards the sky
And raise his broken voice to cry...

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone

The hunters tell of a place they've found
Where paper stands in leather bound
Filled with mystic signs
That none now can unwind

And one who says he's very bold
Claims he's seen a chest of gold
But the others say such things are vain
They give no shelter from the rain

The vulture riding winds up high
Espies these wicked creatures die
From time to time his blood will chill
When he hears their song from hill to hill

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone

When all again is wrapped in green
And the balance is restrained
None will recall the sad laments
Of dethroned kings of yore

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone
Great to see that! :) Wuthering Heights is criminally underrated and deserves WAY more fame and popularity among metalheads...
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Re: Because words matter (Lyrics thread)

#131 Post by Dragonfly » 21 Jun 2014 19:36

Here's what springs to my mind right now. The best song about a bonus track EVER!

Edguy - Life And Times Of A Bonus Track

(Tobias Sammet)

Poor artist went to a label, truckloads of money in mind
Rich artist left the building
Cause all the labels had been standing in line
And so they signed

Artist wrote rock'n'roll history
Concentrated on an album so strong
But business claimed limited editions
Insisting on additional songs

That was the time when I had been born
When I first saw the light of day
And even if you got a different opinion
From my point of view - needless to say -
That I'm happy to be
Even if you don't want me to be
The world wouldn't go round without me

I'm a bonus track on my way to Japan
And I'm gonna be spread on the Internet
I'm a bonus track, to Brazil and back
I'm enjoying worldwide fame

They'll screw the industry, pay no royalty
Burn me on CD, all illegally
Chinese bootlegs, Russian piracy
Cutthroat Germans they all copy me
And I don't give a shit, to me it's all the same
As long as I get all the fame
And the girls know my name

I don't give a fucking shit, no, I don't give a shit
Don't give a fucking shit, no, no...
Not a single little fucking shit
Oh this is it... This is it! It!
I'm a bonus traaaaaaaaaaaaack...
Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why,
They just tell you that you're on your own,
Fill your head all full of lies

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