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Lyrics - What grabs you? Anything just catch your attention lately?

There's roosters laying chickens and chickens layin' eggs
Farm machinery eating people's arms and legs
I wasn't hurtin' nobody
I wasn't hurtin' no one

John Prine
 
This song's been in my head for a couple of weeks now:

It's not that you're not good enough
It's just that we can make you better
Given that you pay the price
We can keep you young and tender

Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre
You were paid not listen now your house is on fire

Mother's Talk
Tears for Fears
 
This may be a bit off topic because I did not hear it recently. I heard it long time ago but it is still in my mind because I love it.

Okay, then...

Off topic on

Find the cost of freedom
Buried in the ground.
Mother Earth will swallow you
Lay your body down.

Off topic off
 
rustycat said:
This song's been in my head for a couple of weeks now:

It's not that you're not good enough
It's just that we can make you better
Given that you pay the price
We can keep you young and tender

Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre
You were paid not listen now your house is on fire

Mother's Talk
Tears for Fears
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The TFF that always sticks in my mind:

This is the working hour
We are paid by those
Who learn by our mistakes.
 
L.A. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought me some wine
Oh, I drank it down under the table
I said: "Watch me now, I'm gonna eat the label!"
Well I'm a wino man
Don't you know I am?
 
I've been going back through Mary Chapin-Carpenter's catalog, preparing for an upcoming concert. From 2012's "Ashes And Roses" (and covered on her just released "Sometimes Just The Sky") is this one, Jericho.

You can’t see me yet
Seeing takes a long, long time
From the outside in
Measuring each shift and sigh

But as you let your eyes adjust
To the darkness deep within
Sifting through the ash and dust
We are the places that we’ve been

You can’t hear me yet
Listening takes a long, long time
And I’ve so much to tell
But words die on these lips of mine

But in the stillness you may sense
Every thing I long to say
Unraveling like golden threads
The walls will all come down this way

You don’t know me yet
Knowing takes a long, long time
And time is all we have
Never traveling in straight lines

So memorize each turn and twist
Just be careful as you go
For if love is a labyrinth
Then my heart is Jericho
 
Chug-A-Lug
Roger Miller

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Mm, my ears still ring

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm
Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallowed it with a smile
Bllll-bbbb, I run ten mile

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor
Sumpin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just going on fifteen
But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin
I said "Lemme have a big old sip"
Bllll-bbbb, I done a double back flip

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Tacka-ticka-tacka-waaaah...
 
From Soja’s Poetry in Motion-I Can’t Stop Dreaming:

Waiting for my conscience calling
Listening to hear me talking
Slowing down the rate of motion
Focusing inside an ocean
Catching myself falling over
Looking backwards seeing no one
Walking through this lucid dream again
 
Courage by The Tragically Hip

Sleepwalk, so fast asleep in a motel
That has the lay of home and piss on all of your background
And piss on all your surroundings
Courage, my word, it didn't come, it doesn't matter
Courage, your word, it didn't come, it doesn't matter
Courage, my word, it didn't come, it doesn't matter
Courage, it couldn't come at a worse time
Songwriters: ROBERT BAKER, GORDON DOWNIE (February 6, 1964 – October 17, 2017), JOHNNY FAY, PAUL LANGLOIS, GORDON SINCLAIR
 
I come in from Memphis
Where I learned to talk the jive
When I get back to Memphis
There'll be one less man alive

Good morning Mr. Benson
I see you're doing well
If I had me a shotgun
I'd blow you straight to hell.
 
Just like the pied piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the symphony of destruction

Megadeath
 
holding out
for a world so much better
but I'm a stranger in a stranger's land
all my friends have sold out
couldn't handle the pressure
counting their blessings trying to salvage what they can

Children say - children say
we open our minds as one
but one more day - slips away
why don't the dreams of the young never come to be?

- Level 42, "Children Say"
 
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