Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
Said I love you like the stars above, love you till I die.
The Mona Lisa’s sister doesn’t smile.
She tried to pose but only for a while…
Leonardo sent her home.
Since then she has lived alone
With her few belongings, and a copy…
of a painting of herself unhappy.
She is going to burn it when she’s ready.
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(I like these lyrics but they may be too Canadian for the crowd… and they probably aren’t the best)
The girls are out to bingo and the boys are getting stinko and we’ll think no more of Inco on a Sudbury Saturday night
The legend lives on from the Chippewa down of the big lake that they call Gitchi Gumee
And that’s awful close but that’s not why I’m so hard done by
I’ve had to give way and dance with the doctors and merchants and lawyers, their manners are fine, but their feet are of clay for there’s none with the style of my log driver
You with the jaundiced eyes, drunk on your own reflection propped up with desks and flags
From the same sing and apropo for the times.
“I said, now, watch what you say, they’ll be calling you a radical
A liberal, oh, fanatical, criminal”
NITPICK:
George recorded that song in 1977. It was also recorded by several other artists including John Lee Hooker in 1966. The original recording was by Amos Milburn in 1953, and it was written by Rudy Toombs.
It’s my namesake song and I’m loving this.
Said “I got no money.” He said “It ain’t necessary.”
I married Isis on the fifth day of May
But I could not hold on to her very long
I love this song. Somebody should make a movie out of it. John Ford could’ve done it.
Old memories won’t pay my liquor bill. Herman Brood and his Wild Romance
I was sitting in a coffee bar with my headphones on, reading a comic and drawing, ignoring everyone around, when this line hit me:
I’ll stick with HELL NOs and Headphones.
The song is about a girl at a party who’s blocking out all her immature “friends” with her headphones. (Whoa, like I used to do in my 20s…)
But I’ll be here in this stranger’s room
Just for now… yeah,
I’ll stick with HELL NOs and headphones.
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(Hailee Steinfeld, lyrics here, but it sounds better than just reading it: original and acoustic versions)
"Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a dam"
Isaac Brock
I especially love the live version on Biograph; Bob starts it by saying “this is for Leonard, if he’s still here.”
Nitpick of the nitpick:
As far as I know, the line I quoted is only spoken in the George Thorogood versions of that song.
“Do do do, bop bop a do-oh…”
----Led Zeppelin, “What Is and What Should Never Be”
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for the train, and was feeling as nearly faded as my jeans
And feeling good was good enough for me
All the Sisters of Mercy, they are not departed or gone , they were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on
You can say that I’ve grown bitter but of this you may be sure, the rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet , but I hear him coughing all night long
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
That’s an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away then sinply pretend that you can build them again
Let me hold you tight like rain and sunshine on a rainy day; let me hold you tight and arms, tight and arms you lost your chance, come so close that I might see the crash of light come down on me
Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white
She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off, says she’s close to understanding Jesus
Love is a temple, love the higher law, you ask me to enter but then you make me crawl, and I can’t be holding on
I said “do-you-speaka-ma-language?”
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
Pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin’ 'bout half-past dead…
“Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat.”
-Devo
“John, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy, but stood ten foot tall with a knife!”
– Butthole Surfers
“And curse Sir Walter Raleigh, he was such a stupid git.”
“The doctor came in, stinking of gin, and proceeded to lie on the table.” (my mom’s favourite)
– Beatles
I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.
Dylan
But, please, you must forgive me, I am old but still a child.
Queen
You should never hold a candle if you don’t know where it’s been.
Ian Dury and The Blockheads
All I wanted was a Pepsi.