The Lyric Chain

[Sibling Chatty]

To stay with a great artist...

JUNIOR BROWN | My Wife Thinks You're Dead

It's good to see you baby it's been a long long while
We're both a whole lot older and seen a lot of miles
But thing are different now since the good ol' days
And you've been in some trouble
Since we went our separate ways
We'll have to say hello maybe some other time instead
Cause you're wanted by the police
And my wife thinks you're dead.

Somebody spread the rumor that you had lost your life
'Least that's the way I heard it and what I told my wife
Now here you're showing up again and talk is getting' round
And I can see that one of us will have to leave this town
If you think that I want trouble
Than you're crazy in your head
Cause you're wanted by the police
And my wife thinks you're dead.

You never called or wrote me just up and disappeared
Nobody knew what happened
Where you been for all these years
Now trouble's what you're lookin' like
Cause trouble's where you been
And I can see the kind of trouble you could get me in
You better pay attention to every word I said
Cause you're wanted by the police
And my wife thinks you're dead.

So goodbye to you baby I'm glad we've got to talk
But I'm faithful to my wife and I don't ever break the law
I don't know where you're headed for
But I know where you been
We're reminisced now let's just go our separate ways again
Go find another ex-sweetheart to hang around instead
Because you're wanted by the police
And my wife thinks you're dead.

(Also one of the funniest videos ever.)

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

Sailing on my every step
Inching off of the earth...
It's magnified
by the things I've done
The thing that I've become

Every lift of my hand,
Coffee cup up and back,
Is magnified
by the things I've done
The things I've seen, the things I've caused,
I'm a dead man walking.

The hammer that I once brought down now hovers over me.
Casts a shadow, a cross/across onto me.

The hallways are all mocking me.
What I've become they're all mocking me.

I'm a dead man walking. A dead man walking. A dead man walking.
I'm a dead man walking. Dead man walking. Dead man walking.

Peral Jam - Deda Man

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

Sunday morning I'm waking up
Can't even focus on a coffee cup
Don't even know whose bed I'm in
Where do I start?  Where do I begin?

- "Where do I Begin?", the Chemical Brothers

JUNIOR BROWN | My Wife Thinks You're Dead
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(Also one of the funniest videos ever.)

Dude... I have to see that video.   

[Sibling Chatty]

http://www.cmt.com/artists/az/brown_junior/videos.jhtml

Must use Internet Exploder, unfortunately. But my IE still works...

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

Artist: Joan Osborne
Album: Relish
Song: Right Hand Man

Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so cool
I'm wired and I'm tired
And I'm grinnin' like a fool

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed...
Lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for my, my...

My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x)
Say... my right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

If he can't fix it, I don't know who can

The sinsemilla? salesman
And the cops on the block
They know what I been doin'
They see the way I walk
I wonder what they see now
I wonder what they do
To feel somebody want them
The way I'm wanting you

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed...
Lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for... to really be...

My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x)
Say... my right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Use me up if you think you can

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed...
Lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for my...

My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x)
Say... my right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say... my right hand, my right hand man (repeat 7x)
If he can't fix it, gonna find a boy who can

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

I had two jobs, I had dishwater hands
And on the weekend in a rock and roll band
One Friday night in my home town bar
In walked a girl who looked like a movie star
She stared at me and it was turning me on
She said she worked in a beauty salon
I heard a voice inside me say:
She ain't pretty, she just looks that way

We made a date to go for a drink
I wore my jeans and she wore a mink
There was this misconception all over town
That she ate lonely guy heart by the pound
She said "Take me home, there won't be no fuss"
I said "Sure, you got some change for the bus?"
Watching her leave I heard the bartender say
"She ain't pretty, she just looks that way"

Her ego wrote cheques incredibly fast
But her personality didn't have the cash
I laugh out loud to my total dismay
She ain't pretty, she just looks that way
She ain't pretty, she just looks that way
She ain't pretty
She ain't pretty
She ain't pretty
She ain't pretty, she just looks that way

- "She Ain't Pretty", the Northern Pikes

http://www.cmt.com/artists/az/brown_junior/videos.jhtml

Must use Internet Exploder, unfortunately. But my IE still works...

Thanks, Chatty!  Unfortunately, it doesn't like Windows 98, so it'll have to wait until I upgrade and join the rest of the millenium.   

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

Take Me Home, Country Roads
John Denver

Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains
Shenandoah river -
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Growin like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gathered round her
Miners lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrops in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice
In the mornin hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin down the road I get a feelin
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, now country roads
Take me home, now country roads

[Sibling Chatty]

King of My Mountain~~Trout Fishing in America


I'm the king of my mountain, the king of my stuff,
My kingdom may not be too much to look at,
But it's mine and it's just enough.
I've got toys to amuse me, books to peruse,
Ideas to pursue, even some I might use,
Puzzles to puzzle and riddles to solve
And the things that I do for the people I love.

I'm the king of my mountain, the king of my time.
Sometimes I forget to remember that I am the king,
The king of my mind.
I tell it to think and not to worry
I tell it to rest, don't get in a hurry.
"Etc, etc, etc," I say.
I'm the king so I do it this way.

A warm comfortable bed, a roof over my head,
Tapestries hanging on walls.
Tables and chairs and secret staircases,
Chambers for sleeping right down the hall.

I'm the king of my mountain, the king of my heart.
With so many subjects and so much to learn,
It's hard to know where to start.
I've got toys to amuse me, books to peruse,
Ideas to pursue, even some I might use,
Puzzles to puzzle and riddles to solve
And the things that I do for the people I love.

[The Meromorph]

Carole King - Tapestry


My life has been a tapestry
Of rich and royal hue.
An everlasting vision
Of an ever-changing view.
A wond'rous woven magic
In bits of blue and gold.
A tapestry to feel and see,
Impossible to hold.

Once amid the soft and silver
Sadness in the sky,
There came a man of fortune.
A drifter passing by.
He wore a torn and tattered cloth
Around his leathered hide
A coat of many colors,
Yellow, green, on either side.

He moved with some uncertainty
As if he didn't know
Just what he was there for
Or where he ought to go.
Once he reached for something golden
hanging from a tree
And his hand came down emp-ty.

Soon within my tapestry,
Along the rutted road,
He sat down on a river rock
And turned into a toad.
It seemed that he had fallen
under someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer,
Though I didn't know him well.

As I watched in sorrow,
There suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly
Beneath a flowing beard.
In times of deepest darkness
I've seen him dressed in black.
Now my tapestry's unraveling;
He's come to take me back.
He's come to take me back.

[goat starer]

New Model Army - Green and Grey

The time I think most clearly
the time I drift away
is on the busride
that meanders
up these valleys of green and grey.
I get to think about what might have been
and what may yet come true
and I get to pass the rainy mile
thinking of you.
And all the while, all the while
I still hear that call
to the land of gold and poison
that beckons to us all.
Nothing changes here very much
you used to say it never will.
The pubs are all full on friday nights
and things get started still.
We spent hours last week with Billy-Boy
bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty,
staring at those posters we used to laugh at,
Never-neverland, palm trees by the sea.
Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad
when all they had to do was knock him down.
But no one asks to many questions like that anymore
since you left this town.

And tomorrow brings another train,
another young brave steals away.
But you´re the one I remember
from these valleys of the green and the grey.

You used to talk about winners and losers all the time
as if that was all there was.
As if we were not of the same blood family,
as if we lived by different laws.
Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills
than you owe to your good self?
Is it true that the world has always got to be something
that seems to happen somewhere else?
For God´s sake,
don´t you realize
that I still hear that call?
Do you think you´re so brave
just to go running
to that which beckons to us all?

And tomorrow brings another train,
another young brave steals away.
But you´re the one I remember
from these valleys of the green and the grey.

No, not for one second
did you look behind you
as you were walking away.
Never once did you wish
any of us well,
those who had chosen to stay.
And if that´s what it takes to make it
in the place where you live today
then I guess you´ll never read one of these letters that I sent
from these valleys of the green and the grey.

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

Well it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night,
Where the wild dingos call.
But there's nothin' so lonesome
morbid or drear,
than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
and there's a far away look on the face of the bum
the maids got all cranky and
and the cooks acting queer
what a terrible place, is a pub with no beer.

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat.
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear
As the barman says sadly,
"The pubs got no beer."

Then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says "what's this I hear"
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles
To a pub with no beer

Now there's a dog on the veranda for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinkin' wine with his mates.
He hurries for cover and he cringes with fear
It's no place for a dog,
Round a pub with no beer.

And old Billie the Blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen she says your early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and he tells her
The pub's got no beer.

Well its hard to believe that there's customers still
But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient til
The wine dots are happy and I know they're sincere
When they say they don't care if the pubs got no beer

So it's a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night,
Where the wild dingos call.
But there's nothin' so lonesome
morbid or drear,

Dropkick Murphys - A Pub With No Beer

[Vita Curator]

Artist: Evanescence
Album: The Open Door
Title: Call Me When You're Sober

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.

[Sibling Chatty]

Paradise By the Dashboard Light



I. Paradise

Boy:
I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake
And there was not another car in sight
And I never had a girl
Looking any better than you did
And all the kids at school
They were wishing they were me that night


And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C'mon! Hold on tight!
C'mon! Hold on tight!


Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light


Girl:
Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely dressed


Ain't no doubt about it
Baby got to go and shout it
Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed


Boy:
Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely dressed


Baby doncha hear my heart
You got it drowning out the radio
I've been waiting so long
For you to come along and have some fun


And I gotta let ya know
No you're never gonna regret it
So open up your eyes I got a big surprise
It'll feel all right
Well I wanna make your motor run


And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C'mon! Hold on tight!
C'mon! Hold on tight!


Though it's cold and lonley in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Paradise by the dashboard light


You got to do what you can
And let Mother Nature do the rest
Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely--

As Performed by Meat Loaf and Ellen Foley, written by Jim Steinman, produced and leads played by Todd Rundgren, with Edgar Winter on saxaphone.

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

You knew it was coming, right?
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Comes in colors pink and pleasant
Glows in the dark, He's iridescent,
Take Him with you when you're travelling far

I don't care if it's dark or scary
Long as I have magnetic Mary
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
I feel I'm protected amply
I've got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car

You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell

I don't care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car
Don't I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car

No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar

Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
Trouble coming, he don't see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par

...

If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

- "Plastic Jesus", disputed authorship

BTW - Fans of Cthulhu, the Hindu gods and Universalism, your versions are here, along with more alternate verses to the original than you can shake a stick at!

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

very time I look at you I don't understand
Why you let the things you did get so out of hand.
You'd have managed better if you'd had it planned.
Why'd you choose such a backward time in such a strange land?
If you'd come today you could have reached a whole nation.
Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication.
Don't you get me wrong.
I only want to know.

Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,
Who are you? What have you sacrificed?
Jesus Christ Superstar,
Do you think you're what they say you are?

Superstar from Jesus Christ Superstar