Ideally Bob Dylan lyric but anything goes

  • mojofrododojo@lemmy.world
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    10 months ago

    Did they get you to trade

    Your heroes for ghosts?

    Hot ashes for trees?

    Hot air for a cool breeze?

    Cold comfort for change?

    Did you exchange

    A walk-on part in the war

    For a lead role in a cage?

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    10 months ago

    NIN Hurt - " I hurt myself today To see if I still feel, I Focus on the pain The only thing that’s real…"

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    Can’t really choose a favorite, but it would have to be something from Leonard Cohen -

    Ring the bells that still can ring,
    Forget your perfect offering,
    There is a crack, a crack in everything,
    That’s how the light gets in.

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    From BNL,

    I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

    I have a history of taking off my shirt

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    My ‘favorites’ change daily, so here’s today’s: That’s the Way That the World Goes Round -John Prine

    I know a guy that’s got a lot to lose. He’s a pretty nice fellow but he’s kind of confused. He’s got muscles in his head that ain’t never been used. Thinks he own half of this town.

    Starts drinking heavy, gets a big red nose. Beats his old lady with a rubber hose, Then he takes her out to dinner and buys her new clothes. That’s the way that the world goes 'round.

    That’s the way that the world goes 'round. You’re up one day and the next you’re down. It’s half an inch of water and you think you’re gonna drown. That’s the way that the world goes 'round.

    I was sitting in the bathtub counting my toes, When the radiator broke, water all froze. I got stuck in the ice without my clothes, Naked as the eyes of a clown. I was crying ice cubes hoping I’d croak, When the sun come through the window, the ice all broke. I stood up and laughed thought it was a joke That’s the way that the world goes 'round.

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    Now I understand

    What you tried to say to me

    And how you suffered for your sanity

    And how you tried to set them free

    They would not listen, they did not know how

    Perhaps they’ll listen now

    For they could not love you

    But still your love was true

    And when no hope was left in sight

    On that starry, starry night

    You took your life, as lovers often do

    But I could have told you, Vincent

    This world was never meant for one

    As beautiful as you

    • Vincent by Don McLean
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    There is a road, no simple highway

    Between the dawn and the dark of night

    And if you go, no one may follow

    That path is for your steps alone

    Ripple in still water

    When there is no pebble tossed

    Nor wind to blow

    You who choose to lead must follow

    But if you fall you fall alone

    If you should stand then who’s to guide you?

    If I knew the way I would take you home

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      10 months ago

      What song is this? It reminded me of ‘when you leave that way you can never come back’. You should give that a go, the ollie austin version is my preferred take.

      Edit: oooooh thats ripple

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    Streetlight Manifesto - Here’s to Life

    Hemingway never seemed to mind
    The banalities of a normal life
    And I find
    It get’s harder every time

    So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
    Placed his face in between the two and sighed:
    “Here’s to life”

  • TheCheddarCheese@lemmy.world
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    not sure if this is very ‘poetic’ but here’s my favorite

    Hated by life itself

    In the end, we’ll die anyway

    You will, I will, one day all of us will rot away like fallen leaves

    But regardless, we live on frantically–

    Shouldering our lives, frantically, we live–

    Killing, struggling, laughing, shouldering it all

    Living, living, living, living-- just live

    (song is hated by life itself, original is in japanese so this is a translation)

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    Oh one more:

    An Amazon girl lives in Dumfries

    Hey-oh, chicken on a raft

    She only has kids in twos and threes

    Hey-oh, chicken on a raft

    Her sister lives in Maryhill

    Hey-oh, chicken on a raft

    She says she won’t but I think she will

    Hey-oh, chicken on a raft

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    From Dylan, I’ve always been partial to this, from Mr Tambourine Man:

    And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
    Down the foggy ruins of time
    Far past the frozen leaves
    The haunted frightened trees
    Out to the windy beach
    Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
    Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
    With one hand waving free
    Silhouetted by the sea
    Circled by the circus sands
    With all memory and fate
    Driven deep beneath the waves
    Let me forget about today until tomorrow

    I love the way it deviates from previous verses by including a couple more lines than them, which he just sort of works in there.

    Beyond Dylan, I really like Leonard Cohen’s lines in So Long, Marianne:

    Now I need your hidden love
    I’m cold as a new razor blade.
    You left when I told you I was curious…
    I never said that I was brave

    And from R.E.M. loads of examples, but the first that springs to mind is some of the imagery in Driver 8:

    I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm
    The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won’t get snagged
    The bells are ringing through the town again
    The children look up, all they hear is sky-blue bells ringing

    And later:

    He piloted this song in a plane like that one
    She is selling faith on the Go Tell Crusade
    Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again
    The fields of wheat is looking thin

    Just so evocative of travelling through a vast, open countryside.

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        Oh, ha ha, I didn’t even realise that this was a cross post! How funny that we picked the exact same lyric :-)

        Ok, in that case I’ll add this one, from Ballad of a Thin Man:

        You raise up your head and you ask, “Is this where it is?”
        And somebody points to you and says, “It’s his”
        And you say, “What’s mine?” and somebody else says, “Well, what is?”
        And you say, “Oh my God, am I here all alone?”

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    I can’t say how poetic it is since I suck at that type of stuff, but:

    Somewhere out there beneath the pail moonlight

    Someone’s thinking of me and loving me tonight

    • Linda Ronstadt (or whoever voiced Fievel because I absolutely love the version used in the movie)
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    He looked beneath his shirt today

    There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide

    From the wound a lovely flower grew

    From somewhere deep inside

    He turned around to face his mother

    To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand

    But the sword that cut him open

    Was the sword in his mother’s hand

    The Lazarus Heart - Sting