Song Lyrics

[TonyMontana1638]

[QUOTE=Denethorn]One of my friend's uncles is Robert Plant Lead singer of Led Zep for the uneducated and born around here, West Brom .[/QUOTE]

*faints*

... Have you ever met him? My friend's dad di once, but he hates me so I was always too scared to ask.

Here's a very underrated one... Pick up the BBC Sessions for the best version.

"Thank You"
-Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin II

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you
Mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

[Magrus]

@ Denethorn, That is great!

I love this song. It's so amusing to me. I giggle every time I hear it and think of all the people around me going "Baaa".

"Opiate" by Tool

Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to guide you..
like me, like me, like me, like me

If you want to get your soul to heaven,
trust in me .
Now don't you judge or question.
You are broken now ,
but faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.

My Gods will
becomes me.
When he speaks out,
he speaks through me.
He has needs
like I do.
We both want
to rape you.

[x2]
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now
Open my eyes and blind me with your light

If you want to get your soul to heaven,
trust in me .
Now don't you judge or question.
You are broken now ,
but faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.

[x2]
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now.
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now.

Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.

My Gods will
becomes me.
When he speaks,
he speaks through me.
He has needs
like I do.
We both want
to rape you

[TonyMontana1638]

[QUOTE=Magrus]
We both want
to rape you
[/QUOTE]

What the flying frick?!

... Oh right, I have to post some lyrics too.

"Black Mountain Side"
-Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin

Spoiler

It's an instrumental piece

[Magrus]

[QUOTE=TonyMontana1638]What the flying frick?!

... Oh right, I have to post some lyrics too.

"Black Mountain Side"
-Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin[/QUOTE]

It's a song in regards to Maynards view on Christianity, Jesus and the people who follow it. Umm, the part you quoted would be his view on the intent of the church, the deity and the priests I do believe....

Whats with the weak selection man? Good tune, but no lyrics! :laugh:

I think this one fits the board a bit. Chances are most people haven't heard of it either.

"A Cloak Of Elvenkind" by Marcy Playground

A cloaking robe of elvenkind
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother
Said were proper for a boy
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books on magic spells
Stacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on magic spells
So elegantly bound
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
And I know something...something about you
And I know something...something about you

A cloaking robe of elvenkind
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother said
Were proper for a boy

[Denethorn]

@Tony no I have never met him Richard Plant himself (my mate) has barely seen him, I suppose they're understandably distanced. Still I don't think Rich entirely appreciates the divine status of his uncle, and is largly in the dark about the equally celestial music.

Rock The Casbah - The Clash
I could say epic, exhilirating, moving. But its none of these things, just good Brit political-punk and a great tune Upon reading the lyrics the political message becomes sligthly more obvious, a wikipedia search on the song will reveal its precise agenda, despite the title's infamous connotation

Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin’ to the top
The sheik he drove his cadillac
He went a’ cruisnin’ down the ville
The muezzin was a’ standing
On the radiator grille

Chorus
The shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the casbah
Rock the casbah
The shareef don’t like it
Rockin’ the casbah
Rock the casbah

By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy casbah sound
But the bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail

Chorus

Now over at the temple
Oh! they really pack ’em in
The in crowd say it’s cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy casbah jive

Chorus

The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the casbah way

As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare

As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed

Chorus

He thinks it’s not kosher
Fundamentally he can’t take it.
You know he really hates it.

[Juniper]

"Circle" - Sarah MacLachlan


There are two of us talking in circles
and one of us who wants to leave
in a world created for only us
an empty cage that has no key
don't you know we're working with flesh and blood
carving out of jealousy
Crawling into each other it's smothering
every little part of me

What kind of love is this that keeps me
hanging on
despite everything it's doing to me
what is this love that keeps me coming
back for more
when it will only end in misery

I know too many people unhappy
in a life from which they'd love to flee
watching others get everything offered
they're wanton for discovery
Oh my brother my sister my mother
you're loosing your identity
can't you see that it's you in the window
shining with intensity

What kind of love is this that keeps me
hanging on
despite everything it's doing to me
what is this love that keeps me coming
back for more
when it will only end in misery...

[TonyMontana1638]

[QUOTE=Denethorn]@Tony no I have never met him Richard Plant himself (my mate) has barely seen him, I suppose they're understandably distanced. Still I don't think Rich entirely appreciates the divine status of his uncle, and is largly in the dark about the equally celestial music.[/QUOTE]
Growing up as the nephew of Robert Plant must be tough... What would he have thought when he heard some of the touring stories? Ask him about fish incident... :mischief: :laugh:

Good song too, the only one I like from Combat Rock. Here's young, raw Clash:

"London's Burning"
-The Clash, The Clash

London's burning! London's burning!

All across the town, all across the night
Everybody's driving with full headlights
Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Everybody's sitting 'round watching television!

London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999

I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights
What a great traffic system - it's so bright
I can't think of a better way to spend the night
Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights

London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999

Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat
This one leads to this block, this one leads to that
The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home
I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone

London's burning with boredom now...
London's burning dial 99999

[RBitG]

A big yay for good old Shihad! Possibly the best thing to ever come out of New Zealand.

Shihad - General Electric

You better run
as fast as you can
'cause this passenger's not a happy man
start running just as fast as you can

You say, you need a friend
hey, well so do I
but this passenger's just passing by
passenger is just passing
bye.

At your age and stage
you should understand
but you don't care. you got a master plan
**** **** **** 'em all and take what you can

A freezing cold stare
and a flick in the eye
passengers just passing by
passengers just passing by
passengers just passing by

To walk on water you'd sink in the ice x4

You're holding everything inside, you're holding everything inside x2
Don't it feel good just to be alive still holding everything inside

You don't know what you want
so you take what you can
still don't make you a happy man
start running just as fast as you can

A freezing cold stare
and a flick in the eye
passengers just passing by
passengers just passing by

To walk on water you'd sink in the ice x2
For all things gained there's a sacrifice
to walk on water you gotta sink in the ice

You're holding everything inside, you're holding everything inside x2
and don't it feel good just to be alive,
don't it feel good just to be alive
you're still holding
everything inside

And you don't know what you want
do ya?
know what you want
do ya
know what you want
what you want

You're holding everything inside, you're holding everything inside
[Youre still holding]
You're holding everything inside, you're holding everything inside
[Youre still holding]
And don't it feel good just to be alive, don't it feel good just to be alive
Don't it feel good.
And you're still holding
Everything inside

Everything inside

[Fiona]

A song about hospitality.


King Henry

Let never the man a-wooing ride
E'er forget things three
A routh of gold, a heart of love
Full of charity

For it happened to King Henry
As a-hunting he did ride
Ta'en his hawk his good greyhound
Running loud down by his side

He's chased the roe deer him before
He's chased the buck all down to his den
And the fattest deer in all the flock
Young King Henry he has slain

King Henry he ate of the venison
The dogs ate of the blood
They lay down they fell asleep
Asleep as they were dead

It fell about the midnight hour
The hour when all men lay asleep
Such chill winds blew around the house
The very trees they did weep

Great shakings shook the house about
Shakings split the door
The foulest woman that e'er there was
Came astamping on the floor

Her head hit the roof of the hunting lodge
Her waist her waist you could hardly span
If a fouler woman lived
She was not known to God or man

Oh meat meat ye king an't be
Meat give thou to me
What meat's there i' the house lady
That you're not welcome to

So she has ta'en his good brown steed
And oh but oh his heart was sore
She's ate it up both skin and bone
Left nothing but hide and hair

Oh more meat ye king an't be
More meat give thou to me
What meat's there i' the house lady
That you're not welcome to

So she has ta'en his gay goshawk
And oh but oh his heart was sore
She's ate it up all skin and bone
Left nothing but feathers bare

Oh more meat ye king an't be
More meat give thou me
What meat's there i' the house lady
That you're not welcome to

So she has ta'en his good greyhound
And oh but oh his heart was sore
She's ate it up both skin and bone
Left nothing but hide and hair

Oh drink drink ye king an't be
Drink give thou to me
What drink's there i' the house lady
That you're not welcome to

So he's sewn up his horse's hide
And wine and good wine he has put in
She drank it up she drank it down
There was no drop left in

A bed a bed ye king an't be
A bed for you and me
I do vow and I do swear
Tonight to lie down with thee

Oh take your boots off O King Henry
And let all your clothes fall
For you and I will in one bed lie
And I'll lie next to the wall

The night was gone the day was come
The sun shone through the hall
The fairest woman that e'er there was
Lay twixt him and the wall

Oh what is this cries young King Henry
How long will this last with me
And there up spoke the fair young lady
Even till the day you dead be

For I've met many's the gentleman
Who gave to me all my fill
Ne'er met I such a gentleman
Who gave to me all my will

For I've met many's the gentleman, sir
Who gave to me all my fill
Ne'er met I such a gentleman
Who gave to me all my will

[RBitG]

Led Zeppelin - The Battle Of Evermore

This song is on my permanent favourite playlist, nothing like getting stoned and reading the Lord of the Rings.

Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in fouce tonight, And time will tell us all.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.

The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.

Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fight.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.

Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ringwraiths ride in black, Ride on.

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.

Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.

Ooh, Bring it back, Bring it back...

This song is just so great.

[Fiona]

This is a nasty wee song. But moving in its way:

Ain't Nobody's Business If I Do

There ain’t nothing I can do
Or nothing I can say
That folks don’t criticize me
But I’m going to do
Just as I want to anyway
And don’t care just what people say
If I should take a notion
To jump into the ocean
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
If I go to church on sunday
Then cabaret all day monday
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
If my man ain’t got no money
And I say take all mine, honey
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
If I give him my last nickel
And it leaves me in a pickle
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
But I’d rather my man would hit me
Than follow him to jump up and quit me
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
I swear I won’t call no copper
If I’m beat up by my papa
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
Nobody’s business
Ain’t nobody’s business
Nobody’s business if I do

Billie Holliday

And this is another miserable one, but a great song nonetheless

Fisherman's Wife

A' the week your man's awa'
And a' the week you bide your lane
A' the time you're waiting for
The minute that he's comin' hame
Ye ken whit why he has tae work
Ye ken the hours he has tae keep
And yet it's making you angry when
Ye see him just come hame tae sleep

Through the months and through the years
While you're bringing up the bairns
Your man's awa' tae here and there
Followin' the shoals of herring
And when he's back there's nets tae mend
You've maybe got a score or twa
And when they're done he'll rise and say
Wife it's time I was awa'

Work and wait and dree your weird
Pin yer faith in herrin' sales
And oftimes lie awake at nicht
In fear and dread of winter gales
But men maun work tae earn their breid
And men maun sweat to gain their fee
And fishermen will aye gang oot
As long as fish swim in the sea

A' the week your man's awa'
And a' the week you bide your lane
A' the time you're waiting for
The minute that he's comin' hame
Ye ken whit why he has tae work
Ye ken the hours he has tae keep
And yet it's making you angry when
Ye see him just come hame tae sleep

(Ewan MacColl)

[Patrick]

EXODUS LYRICS

Shovel Headed Kill Machine (2005)

Altered Boy

[Music and Lyrics: Gary Holt]

Unholy pedophile
Praying on the innocent
Protected by the papacy
So-called men of enlightenment
Children fingered by the hand of god
Raped in the name of Christ
They took a vow of chastity
Yet have torn asunder so many a life

[Chorus]

Chickenhawks of the Catholic Church
Out to save and destroy
They have become the priest of burden
And he's become an altered boy

Men so benevolent
In a position of trust
Molesting children by the score
Rendering youg life staight into dust
They're church is their Golgotha
Their chucified by the priest
Child becomes the victim
Holy father becomes the beast

[Chorus]

[Solo: Lee]
[Solo: Gary]

Multi-million lollar payouts
Resitution for their crimes
This vile sickness
Cut to many down in their prime
All the bishops and the cardinals
Tried to hide it away
In the parish and cathedrels
The pedators come to prey

[Patrick]

10. Stone The Crow

album: "Down II" (2002)


A bout of deep depression.
Can't seem to move it forward.
My lying eyes lie awake.
Not sure what I am after.
I never died before.
Can't help what happened yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
Flip through endless stories.
A life of hand-written pain.
No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.
I never died before.
Can't be what happened yesterday.
I shouldn't stone the crow, no.
Ride on!
Same old city, same old tale.
No matter how I try,
No matter what I say,
I'm blamed, I'm shamed,
I'm judged unfairly.
So now I've died before.
It feels as bad as yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
You too have died before.
I fought as hard as yesterday
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.

[Patrick]

Now this song is weird because I think of the Neck-less of Talos quest in Baldurs Gate 2: Shadows of Amn. In stead of saying 'Beautifully Depressed', I would be hearing ,'Beautifully Acclaimed', as in a gorian Conan type vigilant or female warrior role for girl dreamers who has just acquired a most wholly artifact and won his rightful prize, the Neck-less of Talos. A prize won by millions of unknown warriors prior. Though in this, note, a vague image of a vulture seem rather optimistic and cheery to the foul fates Talos has in store for Faerun. And instead of depressed I see this warrior as rather in a illuminated face of glee and final triumph. Faerunian artifacts?......Hm you tell me?
this quest is presented in the temple district

. Beautifully Depressed
album: "Down II" (2002)

You can't fool the fool, 'cause I know it in my head
I just want the people to get some before they're dead
You can take my body and dry it in the sun

Seeing vultures circle overhead
This is the home of the beautifully depressed
Life is just a moment that rushes all at once
Letting the vultures surround me when I'm dead
I am the lord of the beautifully depressed

Endlessly, cum for me
Faithfully, bend for me
Lifelessly, hang for me
Endlessly, endlessly

Push me to the limit
I ain't afraid to die
Drive me to the limit
I proudly pledge to die

I dispel the madness by forgetting all the rules
You say I follow in the footsteps of pre-existing fools
Begging vultures to bury off my head
This is the hard life of the beautifully depressed

Endlessly, cum for me
Faithfully, bend for me
Lifelessly, hang for me
Endlessly, endlessly

Push me to the limit
I ain't afraid to die
Look before you're in it
Are you afraid to die

Then join the beautifully depressed
The beautifully depressed...

[RBitG]

This is for all us social rejects out there

Weexer - In The Garage

I've got a Dungeon Master's Guide
I've got a 12-sided die
I've got Kitty Pryde
And Nightcrawler too
Waiting there for me
Yes I do, I do

I've got posters on the wall
My favorite rock group KISS
I've got Ace Frehley
I've got Peter Criss
Waiting there for me
Yes I do, I do

I've got an electric guitar
I play my stupid songs
I write these stupid words
And I love every one
Waiting there for me
Yes I do, I do

In the garage
I feel safe
No one cares about my ways
In the garage
Where I belong
No one hears me sing this song
In the garage
In the garage

In the garage
I feel safe
No one cares about my ways
In the garage
Where I belong
No one hears me sing this song
In the garage
I feel safe
No one laughs about my ways
In the garage
Where I belong
No one hears me
No one hears me
No one hears me
No one hears me
No one hears me sing this song

[Juniper]

"Another Place To Fall" - KT Tunstall

Are you blind
Blind to me trying to be kind
Volunteering for your firing line
Waiting for one precious sign
The flicker of a smile
You should try it just once in a while
Maybe it's not quite your style
It's simply too easy to do
And you might not see it through
See it through

Ooh, so
Find yourself another place to fall
Find yourself up against another brick wall
See yourself as a fallen angel
Well I don't see no holes in the road but you
Find another place to fall

Are you proud
To have founded a brand new behaviour
With hatred and hurt as your saviour
But nobody's choosing to follow
So you choke back the tears and you swallow
Men who have ruined your life
You consume them with minimum strife
But now you have got indigestion
The antacid comes as a question

Ooh, so
Find yourself another place to fall
Find yourself up against another brick wall
See yourself as a fallen angel
Well I don't see no holes in the road but you
Find another place to fall

There isn't much more I can say
For I don't understand the delay
You're asking for friendly advice
And remaining in permanent crisis
Affection is yours if you ask
But first you must take off your mask
When you're back's turned I've decided I'll throw it away just like I did

Ooh, so
Find yourself another place to fall
Find yourself up against another brick wall
See yourself as a fallen angel
Well I don't see no holes in the road but you
Find another place to fall
Well I don't see no holes in the road but you
Find another place to fall
Well I don't see no holes in the road but you
Find another place to fall

[Denethorn]

Jeff Buckley - Lover You Should've Come Over

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you’re on my mind so you never know

When I’m broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So I’ll wait for you... and I’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should’ve come over
’cause it’s not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe I’m just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should’ve come over
’cause it’s not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And I’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love well I’m waiting for you

Lover, you should’ve come over
’cause it’s not too late

[Fiona]

A song about Mary,Queen of Scots

Fotheringay

How often she has gazed from castle windows all
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall
With no one to heed her call

The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun
And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone
And the last of all the young birds flown

Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before
To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door
But those days will last no more
Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away
Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay

Sandy Denny


And an angry, melancholy song, to the tune of when Johnny comes Marching Home Again. Irish answer;

Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye

While on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While on the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.


Where are your legs with which ye run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs with which ye run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs with which ye run
When first you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

chorus

Where are your eyes that used to smile, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that used to smile, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that look so mild
When my poor heart you first beguiled
Why did ye skedaddle from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

chorus

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll be having to put a bowl to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

chorus


I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Ceylon;
So low in the flesh, so high in the boon.
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

[Denethorn]

New Order - True Faith

I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don’t care ’cause I’m not there
And I don’t care if I’m here tomorrow
Again and again I’ve taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we’ve grown up together
They’re afraid of what they see
That’s the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we’ve gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you’ve left me standing
In a world that’s so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

[Lestat]

The combination of this song being played about every night when I went for a drink before I came back, and The Jam turning up in the battle of the bands inclined me to post this here:

The Jam - A Town Called Malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
but I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.