How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Some times I feel like a sad song
Like I’m all alone, without you.
There must be some way outta here,
Said the joker to the thief,
Too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief…
You know I’ve heard about people like me
But I never made the connection
They walk one road to set them free
And find they’ve gone the wrong direction
But there’s no need for turning back
'Cause all roads lead to where I stand
And I believe I’ll walk them all
No matter what I may have planned
Ain’t nothin’ in the world that I like better
Than bacon & lettuce & homegrown tomatoes
Up in the mornin’ out in the garden
Get you a ripe one don’t get a hard one
On 6-6-66 I was little I didn’t know shit
and on 7-7-77 eleven years later still don’t know any better
by 8-8-88 it’s way too late for me to change
and by 9-9-99 I hope I’m sittin’ on the back porch drinkin’ red wine
singin’ Ohhhhhh
French Fries with Pepper!
Ohhhhh French Fries with Pepper!
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long
And wouldn’t it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
He spoke in tears of fifteen years
How his dog and him
They travelled about
His dog up and died
He up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
“Picked up my bag, went looking for a place to hide,
When I saw Carmen and the Devil, walking side by side.
I said, ‘Hey Carmen, come on let’s go downtown!’
She said, ‘I gotta go, but my friend can stick around.’”
Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free,
Take a load off Fanny,
And, and, and…
You put the load right on me!
“Ain’t but three things in this world that’s worth a solitary dime,
But old dogs and children and watermelon wine.”
Everybody knows it’s a hard time
Living on minimum wage,
Ah, some people gonna sneak on through,
Others gotta rattle that cage
One if these days I’m gonna find my way, or else just disappear.
I’m out here in the filth and squalor,
All I wanna do is stomp and holler…
I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You’re so self satisfied I don’t need you
I’ve got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free.
Beck, is this meant to be another “Fire and Rain” thread?
@spoons
It started as a way to describe how you’re feeling at a particular time thru lyrics.
But to be like the ‘fire and rain’ thread is ok with me. I love that thread
It’s a hard world to get a break in
All the good things have been taken
But girl there are ways to make certain things pay
Though I’m dressed in these rags I’ll wear sable some day
It’s a hard-knock life for us,
It’s a hard-knock life for us.
'Stead of treated, We get tricked;
'Stead of kisses, We get kicked.
It’s the hard-knock life!
-“BB”-
Knock, knock knockin’ on heaven’s door…
I hear you knockin’
But you can’t come in
I hear you knockin’
Go back where you’ve been
Think I’ll go down to Madame X
And let her read my mind
Make me an angel
That flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Hear me talkin’ now
Bad (bad) blood (blood)
The bitch is in her smile
The lie is on her lips
Such an evil child