Song Lyrics

[Magrus]

Kitten likes Alice Cooper too? Wow!

"Easier" by Dope


Would it make things easier if I were gone
Would it make things right if I was never wrong
Would it make things easier if I were gone
Would it make things easier

All the times you took for granted that I waited here for you
I was on another planet, I was waiting there for you

She said
Would it make things easier if I were gone
Would it make things right if I was never wrong
Would it make you happy when you sing your song
Would it make things easier

I was blind and I was faded and I didn't have a clue
I was always into something that I always had to do

He said
Would it make things easier if I were gone
Would it make things right if I was never wrong
Would it make you happier to move along
Would it make things easier

All the awful things we say, all the stupid games we play
Every night and everyday, I don't know what else to say

Would it make things easier if I were gone
Would it make things right if I was never wrong
Would it make you happier to be alone
Would it make things easier
Would it make things easier if I were gone
Would it make you happier to be alone
Would it make things right if I was never wrong
Would it make things easier
Would it make things easier

[Aramant]

It Ain't Me, Babe Bob Dylan

Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

[webhead]

pearl jam - black

Hey... oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

Aah... uuh..

Too doo doo too, too doo doo [many times until fade]

the best part in bold

[DesR85]

Aneka's Japanese Boy (1983)

Hi, I'm new to this thread so, bear with me.

Anyway, I hope no one has posted this song yet. If so, ignore it.

This is the lyrics for Aneka's Japanese Boy:

He said that he loved me
Never would go
Oh oh
Oh oh.
Now I find I'm sitting here on my own
Oh oh
Oh oh.

Was it something I've said or done
That made him pack his bags up and run?
Could it be another he's found?
It's breaking up the happy home.

Mister can you tell me where my love has gone?
He's a Japanese boy.
I woke up one morning and my love was gone
Oh My Japanese boy
Ooh I miss my Japanese boy.

People ask about him every day
Oh oh
Oh oh.
Don't know what to tell them
What can I say? Oh oh oh
If only he would write me or call
A word of explanation
That's all.
It would stop me climbing the wall. -
It's breaking up the happy home.

Mister can you tell me where my love has gone? . . .

Was it something I've said or done
That made him pack his bags up and run? . . .

Mister can you tell me where my love has gone?
He's a Japanese boy.

I woke up once morning and my love was gone
Oh my Japanese boy.

Mister can you tell me where my love has gone? . . .

[Magrus]

More Dope necessary....

Ok, ok, I know Dope didn't write the song, but this is a far superior version than the original. It's from the American Psycho movie soundtrack. It fits my mood at the moment.

Artist: Dope
Song: You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) Lyrics

If I, I get to know your name
Well if I, could trace your private number, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your loving arms
I want some,want some

I set my sights on you (and no one else will do)

And I, I've got to have my way now, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're having fun
Open up your loving arms
Watch,out here I come

You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

I got to be your friend now, baby
And I would like to move in a little bit closer

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your loving arms
Watch out, here I come

Another one for the kids...

"National Disgrace" by Atmosphere


[Slug]
(I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs)
Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton
And Motley Crue
And anyone else who has ever utilized their 15 minutes
Of fame to realize their true dreams of being an
Absolute jerk off, just to keep the masses entertained
This goes out to learning from the mistakes of others

Bring it on now
Come on
I said come on
I said come on

[Verse 1]
They call me a jerk, once they get to know me
But they don't stop calling, they read me well
It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy
Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell
Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?"
Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle
Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model
Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard
I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard

[Chorus]
Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant
As American as apple pie and embarrassment
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent
Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace

[Verse 2]
The liquor gets hold of the head liver's soul
Blurry on Sixth Street and Red River Road
Last thing I remember was the Ogden Theatre
Backstage bathroom making out with all three of ya
Kicked out of Topcats... for where I put the vomit at
Finally passed out in a laundry mat
Malnourished and topless, slurring and obnoxious
Like, "Yo, we got this!"
The Zodiac Killers 'bout to rock this
At the Great American Music Hall, pissin on the box office
Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females
All around the world same song
Houseton and Ludlow, Maxfish, Vampire
You poor the beer and I'll bring the satire
No prob, I'll play the part of doorknob and make it look
So good you're gonna wish that it was your job

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts
Maid banging on the door like, "Wake up! Get Out!"
But Come on mami, y'all probably don't want me comin'
Out like a Zombie brushing teeth in the lobby
This is a career, not a hobby
Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see
Hey paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the
Fonzi and then crash his Mazaradi?
Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers
Feeding Jack D. to a room full of teenie boppers
Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor
Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter
I'm just kidding, let's love each other
It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another
Do what you like, don't nobody care
It's a sign of success only in America

[Chorus]

[Chorus End: 4x]
I didn't cooome to start no trouble or hurt no one
I'm just heeere to get drunk, party, and have some fun[/i]

[webhead]

John Frusciante - Carvel (my av)

When I try I force it out
Never looking in only out
Now is the time for a millions to lose
Never the same since I lost you
Running me out the town
Wishing the best around
Would only get off my back
Heaven receives you and throws you back
Sending a dummy to my god
Driving to eat a carvel cake
Somewhere you know isn't where you think
Have you gone away already
All the good times are on their way
Up and down that's how energy stays alive
And I wouldn't have it any other way

[Galuf the Dwarf]

Another irresistible ZZ-Top song

ZZ-Top: La Grange

Rumour spreadin’ a-’round in that texas town
’bout that shack outside la grange
And you know what I’m talkin’ about.
Just let me know if you wanna go
To that home out on the range.
They gotta lotta nice girls.

Have mercy.
A haw, haw, haw, haw, a haw.
A haw, haw, haw.

Well, I hear it’s fine if you got the time
And the ten to get yourself in.
A hmm, hmm.
And I hear it’s tight most ev’ry night,
But now I might be mistaken.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

Have mercy.

*remaining song is instrumental*

[Lestat]

Talk about incest in SYM reminded me of this song:

SHAME AND SCANDAL IN THE FAMILY
(Brown / Donaldson)

Lance Percival - 1965
Sacha Distel - 1965
Les Surfs - 1965
Shawn Elliot - 1965
The Stylistics - 1977
Also recorded by: Trini Lopez; The Kingston Trio; Lee Curtis;
Peter Tosh; De Maskers; Sir Lancelot; Dr. Ring Ding; The Blues Busters;
Johnny Chester; Danny Taylor; Rob Rio.


Woe is me
Shame and scandal in the family
Woe is me
Shame and scandal in the family

In Trinidad there was a family
With much confusion as you will see
It was a mama and a papa and a boy who was grown
He wanted to marry, have a wife of his own
Found a young girl that suited him nice
Went to his papa to ask his advice
His papa said: "Son, I have to say no,
This girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"

Oh, woe is me
Shame and scandal in the family
Oh, woe is me
Shame and scandal in the family

A week went by and the summer came 'round
Soon the best cook in the island he found
He went to his papa to name the day
His papa shook his head and to him did say
"You Can't marry this girl, I have to say no
This girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"

Oh, woe is me
Shame and scandal in the family
Oh, woe is me
Shame and scandal in the family

He went to his mama and covered his head
And told his mama what his papa had said
His mama she laughed, she say, "Go man, go
Your daddy ain't your daddy, but your daddy don't know."

Oh, woe is me
Shame and scandal in the family
Oh, woe is me
Shame and scandal in the family

[Fiona]

@ Lestat. You continually surprise me. How did you find that one? :laugh:

You and Mag might like this one


The Policeman's jig

Here’s a jolly jig that we’ve all heard before,
Frequently performed by the extraor-dinary
Dancing bastions of the law.
They call it the policeman’s jig-jig.

It’s the dance of the police pornography squad
Very similar to the Dashing White Jod-rells
All close eyes and off you plod,
Doing the policeman’s jig-jig.

Waiting at the station is the dancing troupe,
Whistles listless, truncheons droop-ing.
Then up and away, lads, we’re off on a swoop.
Heigh-ho for a policeman’s jig-jig.

There’s private parts to prosecute
So off they swirl in wild pursuit
With flashing eyes and whirling boots,
Off for a policeman’s jig-jig.

They’ve got no time for the ordinary muck,
The inflammatory pap of the dirty book-shops.
Grotty erotica never gets a look-in -
Not in a policeman’s jig-jig.

No, they like a bit of class if it’s going to be banned;
A masterpiece comes in right hand-y -
Preferably something they don’t understand
Is grist to the policeman’s jg-jig.

Then back to the nick with whoops and cries
Bearing aloft their pornographic prize-s.
Brew a pot of tea and feast their eyes
On the pickings of the policeman’s jig-jig.

If it’s a picture or a book that shows a bit of style
They whisper to each other with maidenly smiles:
"I don’t get it, so it must be vile".
Such is the policeman’s jig-jig.

Thank you mister policeman for the pure work you do.
If those dirty things were open to the public view
We’d all get bulging eyes and nasty habits, just like you,
If we did a policeman’s jig-jig.

Jake Thackery

[Fiberfar]

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear,
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home

[Fiona]

I got this today. I love this song

The Mad Woman of Cork

To-day
Is the feast day of Saint Anne
Pray for me
I am the madwoman of Cork.

Yesterday
In Castle Street
I saw two goblins at my feet
I saw a horse without a head
Carrying the dead
To the graveyard
Near Turner's cross.

I am the madwoman of Cork
No one talks to me.

When I walk in the rain
The children throw stones at me
Old men persecute me
And women close their doors.
When I die
Believe me
They'll set me on fire.

I am the madwoman of Cork
I have no sense.

Sometimes
With an eagle in my brain
I can see a train
Crashing at the station.
If I told people that
They'd choke me -
Then where would I be?

I am the madwoman of Cork
The people hate me.

When Canon Murphy died
I wept on his grave
That was twenty-five years ago.
When I saw him just now
In Dunbar Street
He had clay in his teeth
He blest me.

I am the madwoman of Cork
The clergy pity me.

I see death
In the branches of a tree
Birth in the feathers of a bird.
To see a child with one eye
Or a woman buried in ice
Is the worst thing
And cannot be imagined

I am the madwoman of Cork
My mind fills me.

I should like to be young
To dress up in silk
And have nine children.
I'd like to have red lips
But I'm eighty years old
I have nothing
But a small house with no windows

I am the madwoman of Cork
Go away from me.

And if I die now
Don't touch me.
I want to sail in a long boat
From here to Roches Point
And there I will anoint the sea
With oil of alabaster.

I am the Madwoman of Cork
And to-day is the feast day of
Saint Anne.
Feed me.

John Spillane

[Magrus]

A dedication to the local police department

"We Are All On Drugs" by Weezer

When your out with your friends
In your new Mercedes Benz and you're
On drugs
And you show up late for school cause
You think your really cool when you're
On drugs
And you put on your headphones
And you step into the zone when you're
On drugs
But the world don't care
If you are or are not there
Cause you're on drugs

Give it to me
We are all on drugs yeah
Never getting enough (Never get enough)
We are all on drugs yeah
Give me some of that stuff (Wooooh)

And you twitch in your seat cause
You wanna hit the street when you're
On drugs
And you cause such a fuss cause
There's no one you can trust when you're
On drugs
And the best of your days
Will all vanish into haze when you're
On drugs
And you wish you could quit cause
You're really sick of it but you're
On drugs

Give it to me
We are all on drugs yeah
Never getting enough (Never get enough)
We are all on drugs yeah
Give me some of that stuff (Wooooh)

I want to confiscate your drugs
I don't think I can get enough (Uh)

Give it to me
We are all on drugs yeah
Never getting enough
We are all on drugs yeah
Give me some of that stuff (Wooooh)

We are all on drugs (We are all on drugs)
[x4]
(Wooooh)

[Lestat]

[QUOTE=Fiona]@ Lestat. You continually surprise me. How did you find that one? [/QUOTE]I remembered one part of the song ("Your daddy ain't your daddy") and put that together with lyrics in the search engine. Why?

To comply with lyric posting requirement:

"Dead Kennedy's - Short Songs"
I like short songs
[Repeat 13 times]

[Fiona]

[QUOTE=Lestat]I remembered one part of the song ("Your daddy ain't your daddy") and put that together with lyrics in the search engine. Why?

[/QUOTE]

I was not aware it had been recorded a lot (which you have demonstrated in your post) I thought of it as an obscure curiosity and could not think how you could have heard it. My mistake

[TonyMontana1638]

Haven't posted here in a while...

"Like a Hurricane"
-Neil Young (I can't remember which album for some reason)


Once I thought I saw you
in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam
I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire.

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.

I am just a dreamer,
but you are just a dream,
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.

You are just a dreamer,
and I am just a dream.
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.

[Lestat]

[QUOTE=Fiona]I was not aware it had been recorded a lot (which you have demonstrated in your post) I thought of it as an obscure curiosity and could not think how you could have heard it. My mistake [/QUOTE]Oh, I don't think it's that well known, it just left a little hook in my brain. And those words in bold come perilously close to an unwarranted apology...

To comply with the lyrics posting rule, on of the best of Gainsbourg I think, especially the combination of these lyrics with the fairly lighthearted music:

Le poinconneur des lilas (gainsbourg)

J'suis l'poinçonneur des Lilas
Le gars qu'on croise et qu'on n' regarde pas
Y a pas d'soleil sous la terre
Drôle de croisière
Pour tuer l'ennui j'ai dans ma veste
Les extraits du Reader Digest
Et dans c'bouquin y a écrit
Que des gars s'la coulent douce à Miami
Pendant c'temps que je fais l'zouave
Au fond d'la cave
Paraît qu'y a pas d'sot métier
Moi j'fais des trous dans des billets

J'fais des trous, des p'**** trous, encor des p'**** trous
Des p'**** trous, des p'**** trous, toujours des p'**** trous
Des trous d'seconde classe
Des trous d'première classe
J'fais des trous, des p'**** trous, encor des p'**** trous
Des p'**** trous, des p'**** trous, toujours des p'**** trous
Des pe**** trous, des pe**** trous,
Des pe**** trous, des pe**** trous

J'suis l'poinçonneur des Lilas
Pour Invalides changer à Opéra
Je vis au cœur d'la planète
J'ai dans la tête
Un carnaval de confettis
J'en amène jusque dans mon lit
Et sous mon ciel de faïence
Je n'vois briller que les correspondances
Parfois je rêve je divague
Je vois des vagues
Et dans la brume au bout du quai
J'vois un bateau qui vient m'chercher

Pour m'sortir de ce trou où je fais des trous
Des p'**** trous, des p'**** trous, toujours des p'**** trous
Mais l'bateau se taille
Et j'vois qu'je déraille
Et je reste dans mon trou à faire des p'**** trous
Des p'**** trous, des p'**** trous, toujours des p'**** trous

Des pe**** trous, des pe**** trous,
Des pe**** trous, des pe**** trous

J'suis l'poinçonneur des Lilas
Arts-et-Métiers direct par Levallois
J'en ai marre j'en ai ma claque
De ce cloaque
Je voudrais jouer la fill'' de l'air
Laisser ma casquette au vestiaire
Un jour viendra j'en suis sûr
Où j'pourrais m'évader dans la nature
J'partirai sur la grand'route
Et coûte que coûte
Et si pour moi il n'est plus temps
Je partirai les pieds devant

J'fais des trous, des p'**** trous, encor des p'**** trous
Des p'**** trous, des p'**** trous, toujours des p'**** trous

Y a d'quoi d'venir dingue
De quoi prendre un flingue
S'faire un trou, un p'tit trou, un dernier p'tit trou
Un p'tit trou, un p'tit trou, un dernier p'tit trou
Et on m'mettra dans un grand trou
Où j'n'entendrai plus parler d'trou plus jamais d'trou
De pe**** trous de pe**** trous de pe**** trous

OK this bloody language filter censors the French word for small/little because it contains the word for a small bird (and breasts)???? Bleeding hell, that goes really far... I would replace it all by pet!ts or p't!ts but that's too much effort, sorry.

Translation I found:

Spoiler

I am the ticket puncher
The guy you go by without seeing
There is no sun underground
A funny kind of cruise
To kill time I keep in my jacket
Extraits from Reader's Digest
And in that book it's written
That some guys take it easy in Miami
While I act looney
In the bottom of the cave
They say there isn't a bad job
Me I punch holes in tickets

I punch holes, little holes still little holes
Little holes, lttle holes always little holes

Second class holes
First class holes
I punch holes, little holes still little holes
Little holes, little holes always little holes
Little holes, little holes
Little holes, little holes

I am the ticket puncher
For Invalides transfer at Opéra
I live at the heart of the planet
I've in my head
A carnaval of confetti
I bring it right up to my bed
And under my ceramic sky
I see only see the transfers shine
Sometimes I dream I lose myself
I see waves
And in the mist at the end of the quai
I see a boat thats come to get me

To take me away from this hole where I punch holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes.

But the boat takes off
And I see that I'm losing it
And I stay in my hole punching holes little holes
Little holes, little holes always little holes

Little holes, little holes
Little holes, little holes

I am the ticket puncher
Arts-et-Métiers direct by Levallois
I've had enough I'm sick of it
Of this cloaca
I'd like to play at being light-hearted
Leave my cap with the door man
A day will come I'm sure of it
Where I'll be able to get away in nature
I'll leave on the wide road
Whatever the cost
And if for me there's no more time
I'll leave feet first

I punch holes little holes still little holes
Little holes little holes always little holes

Its enough to make you nuts
Enough to take a gun
And punch yourself a hole, a little hole, a last little hole
A little hole, a little hole, a last little hole
And they'll put me in a big hole
Where I'll never again hear about holes never again a hole
Little holes little holes little holes

[Magrus]

Hold Me Down by Human Waste Project

I melt
I drip
I fall
I slip
into your arms
do you think you could hold me?
hold me down

I think I'm ready to give in
Nearly broken
But it feels good, when you hold me
Hold me down

I crawl, into, wet pools, of you
It's home, it's comforting
I think I could drown there
hold me down

I think I'm ready to give in
Nearly broken
But it feels good, when you hold me
hold me down

I'm numb, and quiet
This urge to break
I'm down, I stay
For you to hold me
Hold me down

I think I'm ready to give in
Nearly broken
But it feels good when you hold me
Hold me down

Tied down, I'm low
Clipped wings, I fold
I shake, you're gone

Still you're all over me hold me down

I think I'm ready to give in
Nearly broken
But it feels good
When you hold me
hold me down

GO!

Heh heh

Feels so good...

[Fiona]

This song is about the the circumstances surrounding the conception and birth of the patron saint of Glasgow (St Mungo) His mother was also canonised and is better known as St Enoch.

Thaney
"Mak' yer bed fu' broad, dear Thaney
Mak' yer bed fu' broad and wide
There will lie a southern suitor
And you shall be his bonnie bride"
"Faither dear, my bed is narrow
Narrow so it will remain
Never will I wed a stranger
I would raither lie my lane"

"Then I will call you no more daughter
I will call you no more mine
'Til the day you die you'll wander
Wander oot among the swine"
Thaney fae the ha' was banished
Banished oot in tae the night
By and by there came a lady
Busked in linens lily-white

Thaney beckoned tae the lady
Through the mirk she couldnae tell
That it was a fair-faced laddie
Come loomin like the earl o' hell
"Tak yer hands fae aff my shoulders
Tak yer hands fae aff my wame"
"I will tak' the one thing, lady
I never can return again"

He has left her lyin' lowin'
Lowin' there among the swine
Thaney saw her belly growin'
Growin' wi' the rue and thyme
Word has gone untae the castle
Word has gone untae the ha'
"Thaney has lain wrang wi' a stranger
She has let her snood doon fa'"

"Wae be tae the wanton Thaney
She has hattered at my heart
Take her tae the highest mountain
Tie her fast intae a cart"
They have shackled Thaney's body
Wi' her belly rowin' fu
Every man wi' stone stood ready
For to break her back in two

But wonders on the bonnie lady
Wonders on the Berwick Law
Tho' the stanes rained doon wi' fury
Not a one on her did fa'
Word has gone untae the castle
Word has gone through a' the land
"Thaney rose up like the morning
She stepped softly on the strand"

"Wae be to the wanton Thaney
Curses on her blithesome head
Let it be by Loth here commanded
I will live to see her dead
Without sail or row or rudder
It's you shall toss the wild, wild faem
Let the ocean's dogs devour ye
Never more you'll rise again"

But wonders on the bonnie lady
Wonders on the silver spray
Cradled by five thousand fishes
It's she has reached the Isle o' May
Through the turning tide they tumbled
Through the rattlin', rollin' storm
Safe at Culross Kirk she has landed
There she has her baby born

"I will make my bed fu' narrow
And in it I will lie my lane
And my bonnie boy there beside me
Nothing more to rue again"

Karine Polwart

[Lestat]

This song came up in a SYM thread:

Testo Leva's Polka

Nuapurista kuulu se polokan tahti
jalakani pohjii kutkutti.
Ievan äiti se tyttöösä vahti
vaan kyllähän Ieva sen jutkutti,
sillä ei meitä silloin kiellot haittaa
kun myö tanssimme laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
äppyt tipput hilijalleen.


Ievan suu oli vehnäsellä
ko immeiset onnee toevotti.
Peä oli märkänä jokaisella
ja viulu se vinku ja voevotti.
Ei tätä poikoo märkyys haittaa
sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
äppyt tipput hilijalleen.


Ievan äiti se kammarissa
virsiä veisata huijjuutti,
kun tämä poika naapurissa
ämmän tyttöä nuijjuutti.
Eikä tätä poikoo ämmät haittaa
sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
äppyt tipput hilijalleen.


Eàtsa Tsa Parelì Parelà Landì Parelì Landì Standù Larì Pidapilà Larù Padirù Pirà Anguricangù Caeachiridangù!
Aràtsa tsa Earibidabidì Laberìt Standìl Landèl Landò Abarì Pattà Parì Parì Paripiripiripiri Standèl Landò!
Eabarì Làstel Landè Ialò Eabarebereberebudu Iabù Parì Standèl Lastèl Landò Badàche Dàche Dàche Du Du Deheadò!


Siellä oli lystiä soiton jäläkeen
sain minä kerran sytkyyttee.
Kottiin ko mäntii ni ämmä se riitelj
ja Ieva jo alako nyyhkyytteek.
Minä sanon Ievalle mitäpä se haittaa
laskemma vielähi laiasta laitaa.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
äppyt tipput hilijalleen.


Muorille sanon jotta tukkee suusi
en ruppee sun terveyttäs takkoomaa.
Terveenä peäset ku korjoot luusi
ja määt siitä murjuus makkoomaa.
Ei tätä poikoo hellyys haittaa
ko akkoja huhkii laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
äppyt tipput hilijalleen.


Sen minä sanon jotta purra pittää
ei mua niin voan nielasta.
Suat männä ite vaikka lännestä ittään
vaan minä en luovu Ievasta,
sillä ei tätä poikoo kainous haittaa
sillon ko tanssii laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
äppyt tipput hilijalleen.




Traduzione Leva's Polka - translation

The sound of a polka drifted from my neighbor's
and set my feet a-tapping oh!
Ieva's mother had her eye on her daughter but
Ieva she managed to fool her, you know.
'Cause who's going to listen to mother saying no
when we're all busy dancing to and fro!


Ieva was smiling, the fiddle it was wailing
as people crowded round to wish her luck.
Everyone was hot but it didn't seem to bother
the handsome young man, the dashing buck.
'Cause who's going to mind a drop of sweat
when he's all busy dancing to and fro!


Ieva's mother she shut herself away
in her own quiet room to hum a hymn.
Leaving our hero to have a spot of fun
in a neighbor's house when the lights are dim.
'Cause what does it matter what the old folks say
when you're all busy dancing to and fro!


When the music stopped then the real fun began
and that's when the laddie fooled around.
When he took her home, when the dancing was over
her mother angrily waiting they found.
But I said to her, Ieva, now don't you weep
and we'll soon be dancing to and fro!


I said to her mother now stop that noise
or I won't be responsible for what I do.
If you go quietly and stay in your room
you won't get hurt while your daughter I woo.
'Cause this fine laddie is a wild sort of guy
when he's all busy dancing to and fro!


One thing I tell you is you won't trap me,
no, you won't find me an easy catch.
Travel to the east and travel to the west but
Ieva and I are going to make a match.
'Cause this fine laddie ain't the bashful sort
when he's all busy dancing to and fro.

[RBitG]

Beloved - The Aftermath


The aftermath was better than I thought it would be,
But I closed my eyes
So I couldn't see what would become of it,
What would become of it, become of it.

The stars they burn bright in this evening sky,
And there's not a thing standing in my way tonight
And I promise you that we will make it out alive, out alive,
And I promise you that we will make it out alive, out alive.

We're just a little bit closer now,
We're just a little bit closer now.

The sea it holds me close,
Pushing against the hands that held us back,
That held us back,
Pushing against the hands that held us back.

Should we run away,
Or face the days we have before us,
Right through the barricades
Onto the shores below us?
Day and night our steps and paths are chosen for us.
Let's bury the past
Within the sand beneath us,
And I promise you
That you will never fall again,
Never fall again, never fall again,
And I promise you
That you will never fall again,
Never fall again, never fall again.

Day and night you hold me close,
Never letting go now.