“In a place you only dream of/where you soul is always free”
Green Grass and High Tides, the Outlaws
I see you driving 'round town with the girl I love, and I’m like “Fuck You”
-Fuck You, Cee Lo Green
Well, we’re big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we’re loved everywhere we go
-Cover of the Rolling Stone, Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show
Down the street you can hear her scream “You’re a disgrace”
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool
-Castles Made of Sand, The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Written by Leonard Cohen, and Kristopherson wants these lines on his tombstone.
Here comes Dick, he’s wearing a skirt
Here comes Jane, you know, she’s sportin’ a chain
Same hair: Revolution
Same build: Evolution
Tomorrow who’s gonna fuss?
And they love each other so
Androgynous
— The Replacements, “Androgynous”
(Been on a ‘mats kick for a few days)
From Patti Smith: “Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine.”
He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van…
“Saturday night I was downtown / workin’ for the FBI…”
“Dancing shoes
On the wall above your bedside
Saw it all as we performed our pirouette”
Dan Fogelberg, “Dancing Shoes”
This. Talk about setting a mood.
As for one that hasn’t been mentioned yet:
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
Nine Inch Nails, Hurt
“When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird”
Couninng Crows, Rain King
“Pathological monsters! cried the terrified mathematician” --* Mandelbrot Set*, by Jonathan Coulton.
A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
“Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together,
I’ve got some real estate here in my bag.
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies,
And walked off to look for America.”
This thread is a lot of fun. Thanks John DiFool!
Jesus just left Chicago
And he’s bound for New Orleans
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
Hello darkness my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again.
Some Dylan:
*You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend.
Stake my future on a hell of a past.
Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine, I’m on the pavement thinking ’bout the government.
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
Go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed.
Thunder on the mountain, fire’s on the moon, there’s a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon
My love she speaks like silence. *
Great thread!!!
Here’s mine:
“Jump in to my machine so we can cruise on out
I know a little joint where we can jump and shout…”
Not exactly Dylan or the Stones, but it gets my heart pumpin’ just as much!