Top Ten whatever......

[SeanMacGabhann]

Those lines from Hallelujah get me everytime - the whole song in fact. And I love when Buckley's version swings into The Smiths "I know it's over"

Leoneard Cohen's original is one of those which is much worse than other's version but my fave is John Cale's version on Fragments of a Rainy Season

ok - another quote then:

"yes I can love my fellow man

but I'm damned if I'll love yours"

Sisters of Mercy..

[ivemet-jimmy]

Wheel an cum again my selecta! Come folla me na!

Can I Back Ant on my air Pan pipe?

[bagpuss78]

What a marvelous idea IMJ!

[ben]

Mrs Murphy - Scott Walker

Hello Mrs Murphy

That's a lovely dress you're wearing

Is it new

Why, thank you Mr Wilson

But I've had that same old dress about a year or two

Upstairs in bed, the tall boy stretched just like a cat

Put his hands behind his head

And lay there thinking of a dream that he had

I hear that the Johnsons had a baby, Mrs Murphy

Is that true

Why yes, but it's rumoured that the little tot's real daddy lives in 22

In 22, the boy lay whistling out of tune

Fighting on the seas

Dreaming of a thousand things he'd like to be

Poor Mr Johnson being married to a wife who should be caged

It's the child who will suffer

And to think that young man is less than half her age

Upstairs he sits, he hears a knock, and nothing more

Come on in, you're late

Well, don't just stand there Mrs. Johnson

Close the door

[Keef]

This is all good, but I suspect people are missing the point of the TOP 10 ;-)

Sean, the words are absolutely beautiful, I love Buckley's version just for his voice! >:D<

[bagpuss78]

yeah your right Mr 11 songs

Maybe some of us are doing one at a time i really don't think this should upset you so :))

[Jah Lush]

I think Keef, if we were to write all the lyrics out to our favourite top ten tunes it would take all day to read them. But I would suggest perhaps is to maybe just list the songs. Also, I can't believe theres no lyrics on here by the likes of Bob Dylan, Nick Cave, Lou Reed, Jagger & Richards, Lennon & McCartney all great lyricists but then I guess your demographic is for a younger generation than an old git like me.

Cheers :)-D

[Ant]

Right then, branching out somewhat... I do love a bit of Gainsbourg.

Je suis venu te dir'que je m'en vais

et tes larmes n'y pourront rien changer

comm'dit si bien Verlaine "au vent mauvais"

je suis venu te dir'que je m'en vais

tu t'souviens des jours anciens et tu pleures

tu suffoques, tu bl?mis ? pr?sent qu'a sonn? l'heure

des adieux ? jamais

oui je suis au regret

d'te dir'que je m'en vais

oui je t'aimais, oui, mais-

Dark stuff, but so good. :)

Briefly, for those who don't do French: he's dumping her, callously. The cad. The bit underlined translates as something along the lines of: yes, I'm sorry to tell you that I'm off, yes, I loved you, yes, but... He sings it in a very off-hand manner, quite glib almost. Oooh, those Frenchies, eh? Scoundrels!

[Keef]

Not really Jah Lush, I put in a Leonard Cohen, a Pink Floyd, and a Squeeze lyric.... However, you've just reminded me that Wild Horses by the Stones is one of my fave all time songs, and the lyrics to that are beautiful!

Childhood living is easy to do

The things you wanted I bought them for you

Graceless lady you know who I am

You know I cant let you slide through my hands

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain

Now you decided to show me the same

No sweeping exits or offstage lines

Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie

I have my freedom but I dont have much time

Faith has been broken, tears must be cried

Lets do some living after we die

Never been a Dylan fan.... Over rated hippy fool *runs for cover* >:D<;-)

Bugpuss... Whatever!!! ;-)

[Jah Lush]

Cheers Keith, point taken but check out Dylan, I didn't get into him until I was 32 and, I just love the Stones even if they have turned into parodies of their former selves but they still cut it live.

[mockney piers]

Well, I'll happily argue that Dylan didn't become great until he'd spent a bit of time over here and was immersed in traditional folk and the burgeoning folk rock movement.

To which end I'll offer up a slice of the classics

Ballad of the sea - Classic English Folk

" I walked alone in foggy dew

Just me and my memories

A voice out seaward beckons thru

A whistle of love for me, for me

A whistle of love for me.

T'was two moons 'go her father stole

My love away from me

Arranged to wed a soldier red

My love's gone 'cross the sea, the sea

My love's gone 'cross the sea.

For ten days long our love grew strong

She swore her "love to thee"

Each night up high on mountainside

She'd whistle her love for me, for me

She'd whistle her love for me.

Late one night, my fire alight

Awaiting for her to see

My wait was long, o' what could be wrong

Where could my true love be, love be

Where could my true love be

A light 'cross waters latern glow

Was all mine eyes could see

And from below noise drifted slow

Like a 'gull come back from sea, from sea

Like a 'gull come back from sea.

Her song it haunts me still this day

Notes of uncertainty

If heaven laughs at prayers of mine

Then it never was to be, to be

Then it never was to be."

[SeanMacGabhann]

Top 10 is it, I'll give you top 10

"I've searched the holy books

I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the saviour

I've read the poets and the analysts

Searched through the books on human behaviour

I travelled this world around

For an answer that refused to be found

I don't know why and I don't know how

But she's nobody's baby now"

Nick Cave - the who song deserves to be here but for a flavour

the rest I shall keep as snippets

"I'm not a mortal or a stone age man

just a mortal with potential of a superman"

David Bowie - Quicksand

"And in a darkened underpass

I though 'Oh God, my chance has come at last'

But then a strange fear gripped me

And I just couldn't dare"

The Smiths - There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

"Steve McQueen

jumped the first one clean

But The Great Escape

He tried to make

was not to be...

Maybe next time Steve"

Divine Comedy - Absent Friends

"These shades say something

I bet they cost a lot

I hope I don't break em

I hope we don't break up"

Iggy Pop - Shades

"I love you

you pay my rent"

Pet Shop Boys - Rent

"I'm hanging on your words

Living on your breath"

Depeche Mode - In Your Room

"Now I've not much to give

But a worn out excuse

And these fine sober demons

They sport fast and loose

I have stories to tell

which you'd rather not hear

coz their told in the slang

of some mean hungry years

long before I was born

but that's still all I've learned

with the misadressed anger

and stony contempt

of my teachers now feeble

and some are no more

while im tongue-tied and shapeless

on this mercantile shore"

Cathal Coughlan - Dark Parlour

"Ride On

See You

I could never go with you

no matter how I wanted to"

Christy Moor - Ride On

"Too many protest singers

Not enough protest songs"

Edwyn Collins - A Girl Like You

[bagpuss78]

streets of London - Ralph McTell

Have you seen the old man

In the closed-down market

Kicking up the paper,

with his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you see no pride

And held loosely at his side

Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,

And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London

I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl

Who walks the streets of London

Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?

She's no time for talking,

She just keeps right on walking

Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

Chorus

In the all night cafe

At a quarter past eleven,

Same old man is sitting there on his own

Looking at the world

Over the rim of his tea-cup,

Each tea last an hour

Then he wanders home alone

Chorus

And have you seen the old man

Outside the seaman's mission

Memory fading with

The medal ribbons that he wears.

In our winter city,

The rain cries a little pity

For one more forgotten hero

And a world that doesn't care

keef you'll remember this, remember singing this in primary school a few times

[ben]

These plus my others equal 10 .... or possibly 11

Alone Again Or - Love

Yeah, said it's all right

I won't forget

All the times I've waited patiently for you

And you'll do just what you choose to do

And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Yeah, I heard a funny thing

Somebody said to me

You know that I could be in love with almost everyone

I think that people are

The greatest fun

And I will be alone again tonight my dear

There, There My Dear - Dexy's Midnight Runners

Dear Robin

Hope you dont mind me writing, its just that theres more than one thing I

need to ask you. If youre so anti-fashion, why not wear flares, instead of

dressing down all the same. Its just that looking like that I can express

my dissatisfaction.

Dear Robin

Let me explain, though youd never see in a million years. Keep quoting

Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir, Kerouac,

Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie. I dont believe you really like Frank Sinatra.

Dear Robin

Youre always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? Youre

like a dumb patriot. If youre supposed to be so angry, why dont you fight

and let me benefit from your right? Dont you know the only way to change

things is to shoot men who arrange things, Dear Robin

I would explain but youd never see in a million years. Well, youve made

your rules, but we dont know that game, perhaps Id listen to your records

but your logics far too lame and Id only waste three valuable minutes of

my life with your insincerity.

You see Robin, Im just searching for the young soul rebels, and I cant

find them anywhere. Where have you hidden them?

Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision.

Stop Me If You Think That You've Heard This One Before - The Smiths

Stop me, oh, stop me

Stop me if you think that youve

Heard this one before

Stop me, oh, stop me

Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before

Nothings changed

I still love you, oh, I still love you

...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love

I was delayed, I was way-laid

An emergency stop

I smelt the last ten seconds of life

I crashed down on the crossbar

And the pain was enough to make

A shy, bald, buddhist reflect

And plan a mass murder

Who said lied Id to her ?

Oh, who said Id lied because I never ? I never !

Who said Id lied because I never ?

I was detained, I was restrained

And broke my spleen

And broke my knee

(and then he really laced into me)

Friday night in out-patients

Who said Id lied to her ?

Oh, who said Id lied ? - because I never, I never

Who said Id lied ? - because I never

Oh, so I drank one

It became four

And when I fell on the floor ...

...i drank more

Stop me, oh, stop me

Stop me if you think that youve

Heard this one before

Stop me, oh, stop me

Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before

Nothings changed

I still love you, oh, I still love you

...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love

While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Beatles

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you

how to unfold you love

I don't know how someone controlled you

they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning

While my guitar gently weeps

With every mistake we must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted

you were perverted too

I don't know how you were inverted

no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at you all

Still my guitar gently weeps

The Revolutionary Spirit - Wild Swans

Lost in the delta of Venus, lost in a welter of shame

Deep in the forest of evil we embark on the new crusade

Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land,

I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command

And there where hope is dust so strange and absolute

Nestling in sweet sorrow is the saviour of our youth.

All is quiet where angels fear

Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here.

All is quiet where angels fear

Oh my heir-apparent the revolutionary spirit is here.

Sons defy their fathers; lose their way deep in the mist,

Their hearts like alabaster crack and crumble when they’re kissed

Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land,

I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command

All is quiet where angels fear

Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here.

All is quiet where angels fear

Oh my heir-apparent the revolutionary spirit is here.

Courage my sad companion mute in silence you’ll find no relief

Faith is the counter-poison; the power compels you to flee from grief.

Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land,

I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command

And there where hope is dust so strange and absolute

Nestling in sweet sorrow is the saviour of our youth.

All is quiet where angels fear

Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here.

Bingo Masters Breakout - The Fall

Two swans in front of his eyes

Colored balls in front of his eyes

It's number one for his Kelly's eye

Treble-six right over his eye

A big shot's voice in his ears

Worlds of silence in his ears

All the numbers account for years

Checks the cards through eyes of tears

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

All he sees is the back of chairs

In the mirror, a lack of hairs

A light room, which he fills out

Hear the players all shout

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

A glass of lager in his hand

Silver microphone in his hand

Wasting time in numbers and rhyme

One hundred blank faces buy

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

Came the time he flipped his lid

Came the time he flipped his lid

Holiday in Spain fell through

Players put it down to

Bingo-Master's Breakout

A hall full of cards left unfilled

Ended his life with wine and pills

There's a grave somewhere only partly filled

A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads

Bingo-Master's Breakout

Private Hell - The Jam

Closer than close - you see yourself -

A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.

As each day goes by - a little more -

You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.

The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -

Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,

is still there but unrecognizable -

Private Hell.

The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -

And seldom in - working late as usual.

Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -

The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -

close your eyes and think of nothing but -

Private Hell.

Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -

Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.

Think of Edward - who's still at college -

You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.

'Cause he don't care,

They don't care.

'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.

The morning slips away - in a valium haze,

And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.

In the afternoon - the weekly food,

Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street

The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,

To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -

A victim of your misery - and Private Hell

Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -

You see it smash - inside you crack -

You can't go on - but you sweep it up -

Safe at last inside your Private Hell.

Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.

So You Say You Lost Your Baby - Gene Clark

Well you're smolderin' with fly words,

Catch the moment on the run.

And you say there's nothin' easy

About the plywood tract you're from.

And you stand inside your wind stilts;

Watch the sentence act begun.

So you say you lost your baby

Do you know that your the one.

With the stand to watch the trials go, from here to there behind the scene.

Throw your troubles to the moon trolls

To swallow up like stormy dreams.

Take an entrance to a stand-off,

Looking if there's such a strife

And you say you lost your baby, wondering if its in your life.

Well you fly your banners Mondays, that take a rise and fall in one.

Ask the questions of the pilgrims,

As they come to pledge what's done.

Claim a tabernacle hillside where you'll sight the dyin' sun

So you say you lost your baby, don't you know that you're the one.

So you say you lost your baby, Do you know that you're the one.

[SeanMacGabhann]

Ben - splendid selections

That Mark Ronson cover of Stop Me is ok as far as it goes but it totally misses the point of the line

And the pain was enough to make

A shy, bald, buddhist reflect

And plan a mass murder

[ben]

Agreed. The cover is cobblers

[Keef]

Was guitar gently weeps a Beatles song, a George Harrison song, or a Beatles song written by George Harrison? Or none of the above :-S Sean, good call with Ride On, I love the guitar in that song!

[ben]

It's a George Harrison track on the White Album

[bagpuss78]

No.7

SIR MIX-A-LOT

BABY'S GOT BACK

I like big butts and I can not lie

You other brothers can't deny

That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist

And a round thing in your face

You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough

'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed

Deep in the jeans she's wearing

I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha

And take your picture

My homeboys tried to warn me

But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny

Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin

You say you wanna get in my Benz?

Well, use me, use me

'Cause you ain't that average groupy

I've seen them dancin'

The hell with romancin'

She's sweat, wet,

Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette

I'm tired of magazines

Sayin' flat butts are the thing

Take the average black man and ask him that

She gotta pack much back

So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)

Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)

Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)

Shake that healthy butt!

Baby got back!

Baby got back!

I like 'em round, and big

And when I'm throwin' a gig

I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal

Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home

And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh

I ain't talkin' bout Playboy

'Cause silicone parts are made for toys

I want 'em real thick and juicy

So find that juicy double

Mix-a-Lot's in trouble

Beggin' for a piece of that bubble

So I'm lookin' at rock videos

Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes

You can have them bimbos

I'll keep my women like Flo Jo

A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya

I won't cuss or hit ya

But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*

Til the break of dawn

Baby got it goin' on

A lot of simps won't like this song

'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it

And I'd rather stay and play

'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong

And I'm down to get the friction on

So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}

If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}

Then turn around! Stick it out!

Even white boys got to shout

Baby got back!

Baby got back!

Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'

to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda

But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda

My anaconda don't want none

Unless you've got buns, hun

You can do side bends or sit-ups,

But please don't lose that butt

Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role

And tell you that the butt ain't gold

So they toss it and leave it

And I pull up quick to retrieve it

So Cosmo says you're fat

Well I ain't down with that!

'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'

And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'

To the beanpole dames in the magazines:

You ain't it, Miss Thing!

Give me a sista, I can't resist her

Red beans and rice didn't miss her

Some knucklehead tried to dis

'Cause his girls are on my list

He had game but he chose to hit 'em

And I pull up quick to get wit 'em

So ladies, if the butt is round,

And you want a triple X throw down,

Dial 1-900-MIXALOT

And kick them nasty thoughts

Baby got back!

(sorry couldn't work out my favourite bit!)

[SeanMacGabhann]

bagpuss - you like a bit o' cheese don't you?

[Keef]

Superb choice!

[bagpuss78]

I have a very eclectic taste in music!

I try and put some more grown up favourite lyrics on.

[bagpuss78]

Small Faces - Lazy Sunday

Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de doy di

A-root-de doot de dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo dee - doo doo ....

Take on me

Take me on

I'll be gone

in a day or two

I think that me ten, full of fromage! :))

(I Loves me Cheese ;-))

Happy Talk

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,

Talk about things you'd like to do.

You got to have a dream,

If you don't have a dream,

How you gonna have a dream come true?

[mockney piers]

"There is nothing better in life

Than writing on the sole of your slipper with a biro"

Half Man Half Biscuit - The Best Things in Life

[louisiana]

And talking of lyrics, has anyone ever worked out whether the Fall's additional lyrics on their cover of Sister Sledge's Lost In Music mean anything at all at all? Brilliant cover, but bizarre combination of lyrics.