Television - Marquee Moon
Life in the hive puckered up my night
A kiss of death, the embrace of life
Ooh, there I stand neath the Marquee Moon
Just waiting
That is such a great line! I’m a Joan Osborne fan bemused that her best known song is totally atypical of the whole rest of her oeuvre. At heart she’s all about the R&B, not pop at all.
I dreamed I saw Ray Charles last night and he could see just fine
Then Ray took his glasses off
And I could look inside his head
Flashing like a thunderstorm
I saw a shining spider web
That’s my favorite song in the world!
If dreams were lightning
And thunder were desire
This old house would’ve burned down
A long time ago
Have we had any from The Outfield yet?
Josie’s on a vacation far away, come around and talk it over
From Your Love
And from a different song,
I only live for today, but I’m one day behind
From All the Love in the World
I have worn out multiple copies of Relish. Fantastic album. Another great line:
Eve took the fruit, Eve bit the fruit
Juice ran down her chin
Babies will put things in their mouths
She never heard of sin
I’ve been on a Fiona Apple kick recently, and came across this searing lines about living with an abuser:
You fondled my trigger
Then you blame my gun
Take another shot of courage, wonder why the right words never come
A band is blowing Dixie double-four time, you feel alright when you hear that music ring
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song, I just can’t remember who to send it to
Orangutans are skeptical of changes in their cages, and the Zookeeper is very fond of rum
She said it’s really not my habit to intrude, furthermore I hope my meaning won’t be lost or misconstrued
But she wants to be sure, ‘cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
And you wanna grow up to be just like them: Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even panhandlers
I’ve been stretching my mouth to let those big words come right out
How I would push my fingers through your mouth to make those muscles move that made your voice so smooth and sweet
You know that I have from the start, so build me up, Buttercup
Wherever he laid his hat, was his home
Don’t criticize what you can’t understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad at the fact that’s corrupt like a senator
It’s a monumental big screen kiss, it’s so deep it’s meaningless
I may be mad, I may be blind, I may be viciously unkind, but I can still read what you’re thinking
Then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, oh responsible, practical
Work very hard, but I’m lazy, I’ve got a lot of songs but they’re all in my head / I’ll get a guitar and a lover who pays me
When he knew for certain only dying men could see him he said all men would be sailors then
My thoughts are many miles away, they lie with you when you’re asleep, and kiss you when you start your day
I drank forty cups of coffee just waiting for you to get home
And you won’t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night, we weren’t lovers like that and besides, it would still be alright
Ninjaed by more than a year!
“I ain’t no fortunate son”
I walk through her hills 'cause she knows who I am, she sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy
I’ve just seen a face I can’t forget the time or place
And it’s hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
And Superman unrolls a suit before he lifts
But I’m not the kind of person that it fits
Hush my darling, don’t fear my darling, the lion sleeps tonight
Moon lights up the night, I light up when you call my name
Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion’s on the phone
I’m singing this borrowed tune, I took from the Rolling Stones
Alone in this empty room, too wasted to write my own
Neil Young, “Borrowed Tune”
He actually borrowed the tune from “Lady Jane” for a great song of world-weariness.
Well, I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed/
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed …
Land of the silver birch home of the beaver
Place where the wild moose wanders at will
Then came the churches, then came the schools, then came the lawyers, then came the rules, then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
Sippin’ on gin and juice (laid back), with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
You can’t start a fire without a spark
When the drinks finally hit her, she said, "I’m no quitter” but I finally quit living on dreams
I’m not big on social graces, think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
And I loved you when our love was blessed, and I love you now there’s nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime
He will speak these words of wisdom like a sage, a man of vision though he knows he’s really nothing but the brief elaboration of a tune
Everybody talkin’ to their pockets, everybody wants a box of chocolates and a long stem rose
Well, the mouse ate the crumb then the cat ate the crust, now they’ve fallen in love and they’re talking in tongues
and she gave you tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa, or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
And Mona Lisa must’ve had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she smiles.
My second or third quote from “Visions Of Johanna” in this thread.