Booklady

Her First Mistake, Lyle Lovett

Once upon a time ago
Way up in the land of sleet and snow
How this fairy tale would go
I could not have known

I had searched around this world so mean
From Livingstone to Palestine
Trying to pursue my dream
Of love

It was then I met this girl so fine
She made me think so fast I left my thought behind
And I tried to pass for a sophisticated
Northern man

I said why yes my dear I know exactly what you mean
Because there's not so much I haven't done or seen
And may I say your eyes are the loveliest
Shade of jade

I said come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby

It was then I knew I had made my first mistake
She did not even start to wait
And as she turned around to walk away
This is what she had to say

She told me man I come from way down South
I've got a picket fence with a picket house
And I don't need no fast talking Northern man
Like you around

I said well come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby

Honey I don't know what you just heard
But Alabama is my favorite word
And Birmingham
Is a long way from here

I could see the light began to shine
She turned back around her eyes met mine
And suddenly the whole world became
A better place

Even if it was only for an instant
Because it was then I knew I had made my
Second mistake

She told me man that was a real good try
But Alabama's not where I reside
I come from where the river is wide
And the crawfish hide

I said well come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby

Honey I don't know what you just heard
But Louisiana is my favorite word
And New Orleans
Is a long way from here

She just looked at me and shook her head
Your lines are pretty sad she said
You are a lonely, weak, pathetic man
If this is doing the best you can

It was then I knew I had made my third mistake
Yes three strikes right across the plate
And as I hollered honey please wait
She was gone

I said well come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby

Honey I don't know what you just heard
But tender sentiments are my favorite words
Because the love I need
Is a long way from here

Oh the love I need
Is a long way from here

Yes well there I sat so all alone
Like a king who sits upon his throne
And whose kingdom may have just gone home
With another kingdom

So as you can imagine much to my surprise
When the door was flung back open wide
It was a miracle
She walked inside
And pulled her chair up next to me

And that's when she knew
She had made her
First mistake

Honey I don't know what you just heard
But come on baby
Are my favorite words
And where we're going
Is a long way from here

And where we're going
Is a long way from here

So like I said before
I could not have known
How this fairy tale would finally go
Still the only certain thing for sure
Is what I do not know

So like the years and all the seasons pass
And like the sand runs through the hour glass
I just keep on running faster
Chasing the happily
I am ever after

MomofWildChild

Fountain of Sorrow- Jackson Browne

Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two I know that you would have liked a little more
But they didn't show your spirit quite as true

You were turning 'round to see who was behind you
And I took your childish laughter by surprise
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes

Now the things that I remember seem so distant and so small
Though it hasn't really been that long a time
What I was seeing wasn't what was happening at all
Although for a while, our path did seem to climb
But when you see through love's illusions, there lies the danger
And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life
Like a fountain from a pool

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
You've had to hide sometimes, but now you're all right
And it's good to see your smiling face tonight

Now for you and me it may not be that hard to reach our dreams
But that magic feeling never seems to last
And while the future's there for anyone to change, still you know it's seems
It would be easier sometimes to change the past
I'm just one or two years and a couple of changes behind you
In my lessons at love's pain and heartache school
Where if you feel too free and you need something to remind you
There's this loneliness springing up from your life
Like a fountain from a pool

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight

You've had to hide sometimes but now you're all right
And it's good to see your smiling face tonight

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
You've had to struggle, you've had to fight
To keep understanding and compassion in sight
You could be laughing at me, you've got the right
But you go on smiling so clear and so bright

MomofWildChild

Billy Currington- God in Great, Beer is Good, People are Crazy

marite

The first one quote by JHS was by Willy Shakespeare. I agree, it would make a great song.
The second one was by William Blake. When sung by the Labour Party in full throat, it is pretty rousing!

I'm pretty fond of this one, by ANON It's so simple and so heartfelt:

Westron wind, when wilt thou blow?
That the small rain down can rain.
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.

vossron

Kentucky Avenue

Well, Eddie Grace's Buick got four bullet holes in the side
And Charlie DeLisle is sittin' at the top of an avocado tree
Mrs. Storm will stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn
I got a half a pack of Lucky Strikes, man, so come along with me
And let's fill our pockets with macadamia nuts
And go over to Bobby Goodmanson's and jump off the roof

Well, Hilda plays strip poker when her mama's cross the street
Joey Navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth
And Dicky Faulkner's got a switchblade and some gooseneck risers
That eucalyptus is a hunchback, there's a wind down from the south
So let me tie you up with kite string and I'll show you the scabs on my knee
Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on
And come along with me

Let's follow that fire truck, I think your house is burnin' down
And go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattlesnakes with a trowel
And we'll break all the windows in the old Anderson place
And we'll steal a bunch of boysenberries and I'll smear 'em on your face
I'll get a dollar from my mama's purse and buy that scull and crossbones ring
And you can wear it 'round your neck on an old piece of string

Then we'll spit on Ronnie Arnold and flip him the bird
And slash the tires on the school bus, now don't say a word
I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials in my arm
And I'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore
I'll take the spokes from your wheelchair and a magpie's wings
And I'll tie 'em to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad and cut the braces off your legs
And we'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield
Just put a church key in your pocket, we'll hop that freight train in the hall
We'll slide all the way down the drain to New Orleans in the fall

Tom Waits

UMDAD

MomofWildChild - huge Jackson Browne fan here. You could name about 20 songs that have incredible lyrics.

My favorite JB line...

Don't confront me with my failures,
I have not forgotten them.

BurnThis

MomofWIldChild,

LOVE that song!

I wanted to add two favorite song lines:

"There's a splinter in your eye, it reads react" -- Harborcoat by R.E.M.

"Saw things clearer once you were in my rearview mirror" -- Rearview Mirror by Pearl Jam

NewHope33

Nothing by Lennon-McCarthy?

There are places i'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends i still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life i've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When i think of love as something new
Though i know i'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know i'll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you more

mathmom

If we're doing old songs - I'd go for Greensleeves.

But this is one that gets me every time. The lyrics are simple, and the tune will really pull on your heart strings. Guy Clark most underrated songwriter ever.


Dublin Blues

I wish I was in Austin
In the Chili Parlour Bar
Drinkin' Mad Dog Margaritas
And not carin' where you are

But here I sit in Dublin
Just rollin' cigarettes
Holdin' back and chokin' back
The shakes with every breath

Chorus
Forgive me all my anger
Forgive me all my faults
There's no need to forgive me
For thinkin' what I thought
I loved you from the git go
I'll love you till I die
I loved you on the Spanish steps
The day you said goodbye

I am just a poor boy
Work's my middle name
If money was a reason
I would not be the same

I'll stand up and be counted
I'll face up to the truth
I'll walk away from trouble
But I can't walk away from you

I have been to Fort Worth
I have been to Spain
I have been to proud
To come in out of the rain

I have seen the David
I've seen the Mona Lisa too
I have heard Doc Watson
Play Columbus Stockade Blues

OldbatesieDoc

Taylor Swift-The Best Day(for all those moms out there)
I also have a guilty love for her Romeo and Juliet-"You were Romeo,
I was the scarlet letta
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet..."
But I know it's pure doggerel.

musicamusica

love old irish songs...
Carrickfergus


I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
The deepest ocean for my love to find

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
Neither have I wings to fly
If I could find me a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over to my love and die

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times spent so long ago
My childhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now like melting snow

But I'll spend my days in endless roaming
Soft is the grass, my bed is free
Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus
On that long road down to the sea

I'll spend my days in endless roaming
Soft is the grass, my bed is free
But I am sick now, and my days are numbered
Come all you young men and lay me down

Rachacha

I. Miss. Dan.

Sometimes in the night I feel it
Near as my next breath
and yet, untouchable
Silently the past comes
stealing
Like the taste of some forbidden
sweet.
Along the walls; in shadowed
rafters
Moving like a thought through
haunted atmospheres
Muted cries and echoed laughter
Banished dreams that never
sank in sleep.
Lost in love and
Found in reason
Questions that the mind can find
no answers for
Ghostly eyes
Conspire treason
As they gather just outside the door....
Every ghost that calls upon us
Brings another measure
in the mystery
Death is there
To keep us honest
And constantly remind us
we are free.
Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of days
That we left behind.
Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of dreams
That we left behind.

07DAD

David Crosby

Got out of town on a boat, going to Southern islands.
Sailing a reach before a following sea.
She was making for the trades on the outside, and the downhill run to Papeete.

Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas,
we got eighty feet of the waterline, nicely making way.
In a noisy bar in Avalon, I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away.

Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure.
And you know it will, and you know it will.

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,
you understand now why you came this way.
Cause the truth you might be running from is so small.
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dying.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flying.
She is all that I have left and music is her name.

Think about how many times I have fallen. Spirits are using me, larger voices calling.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure.
And you know it will, and you know it will.

So we cheated and we lied and we tested
and we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do.
You will survive being bested.
Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you at the Southern Cross.

JHS

OldBatesieDoc: When the tsunami of Taylor Swift publicity hit last fall, I had never heard of her before. She is one heck of a lyricist, agreed. I think Romeo is a little trite (but that 16th-note hesitation the last time she sings "Baby just say [] yes": killer!); but "Our Song" knocked my socks off the first time I listened to it.

marite: "Full Fathom Five" IS a song. I don't know what the provenance of the music is, but it was written as a song and sung in Globe productions of The Tempest. And "Jerusalem" isn't just a Socialist anthem. My mother's prep school used it as its alma mater as far back as the 1920s (and no one there was remotely socialist), and my kids' former private school also uses it. I don't think Blake intended it to be a song, though.

cnp55

This is one of my favorites. I learned it as a campfire song when I was a camp counselor for 4 summers in the 70s and I just heard it on the radio last week. Brings back memories.

Today

(Words and Music by Minstrels' leader Randy Sparks)
Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today.

Now I'll be a dandy, and I'll be a rover.
You'll know who I am by the song that I sing.
I'll feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover.
Who cares what tomorrow shall bring.

I can't be contented with yesterday's glory.
I can't live on promises, winter to spring.
Today is my moment, and now is my story.
I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing.

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today.