Opinion of the preceding song lyrics

[they don't love you like i love you]

Would like them better if I could understand them.

If I die and go to hell real soon
It will appear to me as this room
And for eternity I'd lay in bed
In my boxers, half stoned
With the pillow under my head

I'd be chatting on the interweb
Maggots prey upon the living dead
I had no interest in the things she said
On the phone every day
I'll permanently hit the hay

I called her on the phone
And she touched herself
I laughed myself to sleep

At this rate I'll be heading for electric chairs
I'm only human with my cross to bear
When she described her underwear
I forgot all the rules
My rabbi taught me in the old shul
You're too young to be this empty, girl
I'll prepare you for a sick dark world
Know that you'll be my downfall
But I call and I call and I call

I don't know what I want
(I met you on the internet)

I called her on the phone
And she touched herself
I laughed myself to sleep

[minionofmidas]

Would like them better if I could understand them.

I included a translation.

[they don't love you like i love you]

Now that I bothered to read the translation it's pretty cool.

Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)

You see, me and my homies like to play this game
We call it Amtrak but some call it the train
We all would line up in a single-file line
And take our turns at waxing girls' behinds
But every time it came to me, I was sh!t out of luck
Because I'd stick my dick in, and it would get stuck
The girls would say "Stop!" I'd say "I'm not!
That's enough, I quit, 'cause y'all are bustin' me out!"
I say, girls, don't hide it, just divide it
And please don't knock it until you've tried it
So to all of you bitches and all you hoes
Let's have group sex and do the Rambo!

Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)

I'm the Peter Piper of the 1980's
Got a long hard dick for all of the ladies
I don't care if you got three babies
You can work the sitck in my Mercedes
If you wanna blow, just let me know
We can go backstage at the end of the show
I'll look at you, and you will look at me
With my dick in my hands as you fall to your knees
You know what to do, 'cause I won't say please
Just nibble on my dick like a rat does cheese!

Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)
Somebody say HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!
(HEY-Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!)

[The Mikado]

Not my cup of tea. 

I revived this long-dead thread because earlier today I had my music selection on shuffle and Bobby Darin came on performing "Artificial Flowers."  I hadn't ever really cared for that song, but decided to let it play.  I never had really bothered to listen to it, and this time I did and was absolutely horrified by the lyrics.

The song's melody is perhaps the worst match to any set of lyrics ever.  It's ridiculously upbeat and cheerful, and Darin performs it sounding like he's grinning the entire time.

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[Smid]

A devestating song, so sad. The words certainly create emotion, but I don't know the song, so I'll accept your analysis that the lyrics don't match the music.

My song: Va Pensiero Sull'ali Dorate from Verdi's Nabucco. It's the story of Nebuchadnezzar and this song is a song of the exiled Jews yearning for their homeland. It's beautiful. From what I've heard, Verdi had vowed never to write music again after his wife and children all died within a matter of a couple of months. His friend brought him the script for this and forced him to take it to read it - he went inside, threw the script onto the table and it opened at this page and as he read the words, he could hear the music and the longing in the words echoed the loss in his heart for his family. He composed the opera (his third) and it was an instant success - in part due to the beauty of this song. If it hadn't been for this song and this opera, we would have missed out on many other operas he wrote.

Here it is on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BZSqtqr8Qk

The translation is on there, but I'll repeat it here:

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I love that - "Fly, thought, on wings of gold;
go settle upon the slopes and the hills,
where, soft and mild, the sweet airs
of our native land smell fragrant!"

[minionofmidas]

Sorry, doesn't do anything for me.

Here comes Martha runnin' down the pier
looks like Captain Flint is here
You get the bow and I get the stern
Lord would you look at that Laverne
Old Flint's got shrimp from the deep blue sea
and buckets of fish for you and me

Chorus
Old Flint's boat is fine and she's called the Miss-Inclined
and there's no home port painted on her stern
and they say she's like a ghost up and down that Texas coast
but you saw him didn't you Laverne

Daddy says Flint is a weird old bird
and what's more I have heard
that his nets are charmed by a woman who knew
how to work that Louisiana voo-doo
Laverne get away from that boat you hear
your mama don't want you hangin' round here

Chorus

Martha, Martha won't you tell me please
that it's not Laverne that I see
there on the deck of the Miss-Inclined
with Captain Flint I must be blind
Laverne girl what's the matter with you
old Captain Flint put a spell on you

Chorus

[Platypus]

I reckon that'd be a great tune, and the story is interesting.
---------------

New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down

New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down

Like a rat in a cage
Pulling minimum wage

New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down

New York, you're safer
And you're wasting my time

Our records all show
You are filthy but fine

But they shuttered your stores
When you opened the doors
To the cops who were bored
Once they'd run out of crime

New York, you're perfect
Don't please don't change a thing

Your mild billionaire mayor's
Now convinced he's a king

So the boring collect
I mean all disrespect

In the neighborhood bars
I'd once dreamt I would drink

New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out

There's a ton of the twist
But we're fresh out of shout

Like a death in the hall
That you hear through your wall

New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out

New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down

New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down

Like a death of the heart
Jesus, where do I start?

But you're still the one pool
Where I'd happily drown

And oh.. Take me off your mailing list
For kids that think it still exists
Yes, for those who think it still exists

Maybe I'm wrong
And maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And myabe you're right

Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And just maybe you're right

And Oh..
Maybe mother told you true
And they're always be something there for you
And you'll never be alone

But maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And just maybe she's wrong

Maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And if so, is there
love?

[they don't love you like i love you]

eh, like too much else that's been written.

our hands once entwined
i would have held tighter
but would you have let me?
but would you have let me?
did we climb too high?
did we fall too far?
take this letter
i live in every word (only to die in silence)

you were always there to fill my heart
i will love you forever!
can you say the same?
you said "i love you"
can i believe a ing word you say?!

i hugged you in my dreams last night
it's the closest we've been in so long
i remember someone who looked just like you
i remember someone who stole my heart

what would we say?
under the stars...

i'm lost in you
this is my time...

[minionofmidas]

like too much else that's been written. Couple of good lines though.

Fire one up and you toss one down
Everybody knows you been downtown
Been downtown late last night
Busted your head in a barroom fight
Fightin' with your brother fightin' with your wife
Seems you been fightin' every day of your life
Can't stand still, still can't run
You put it all together but it came undone

Your soul is junk, your brain is dust
All your memories are eaten up with rust
Your nightmares real, dreams too stark
You'd love the night but you hate the dark
Your mother your daddy little sister too
Told you a secret they were countin' on you
You were dying to tell but your dad said son
Button your lip but it come undone

So they turned you out when you turned them in
They told you don't come back again
Now the years stack up like old beer cans
Dead end jobs payment plans
Broke down trucks welfare checks
Child support and back-seat sex
You'd kill yourself but you hocked your gun
You built a noose but it come undone

So you're livin' in a shack bu you wanna be rich
And you would if it wasn't for the sonovabitch
The sonovabitch the dirty old whore
The butcher the baker the grocery store
You hate them they hate you
What in the world are you gonna do
It ain't your fault but they need someone
To blame it on when they come undone

Now the storm's comin' in the sky's turned black
It's too late now you can't turn back
Lightnin' strikes on the telephone wire
You're drunk as a skunk your shack's on fire
The wife took the baby and the other two kids
The dogs are a-howlin' and the chickens are dead
It's your last night out and you're gonna have fun
They'll read it in the papers when you come undone

[Platypus]

bit dark, but quite emotive.

----------------

"Laughing With God". Regina Spektor:

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet

No one laughs at God
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken

No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one’s laughing at God
When there’s a famine or fire or flood

*Chorus*
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’ve lost all they’ve got
And they don’t know what for

No one laughs at God on the day they realize
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in hospital
No one’s laughing at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor

No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
We’re all laughing with God

[minionofmidas]

Factually untrue.


Well he came home from the war with a party in his head
and a modified Brougham DeVille
and a pair of legs that opened up like butterfly wings
and a mad dog that wouldn't sit still
he went and took up with a Salvation Army Band girl
who played dirty water on the swordfishtrombone
he went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller Lake
and said "gee, but it's great to be home."

Well he came home from the war with a party in his head
and an idea for a fireworks display
and he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
and a half a pint of Ballantine's each day
and he holed up in room above a hardware store
cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears
and he put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield girl
and stayed like that for 27 years

Well he packed up all his expectations he lit out for California
with a flyswatter banjo on his knee
lucky tiger in his angel hair
benzedrine for getting there
they found him in a eucalyptus tree
lieutenant got him a canary bird and shaked her head with every word
and Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song
he got 20 years for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
said everything this Doughboy does is wrong

Now some say he's doing the obituary mambo
some say he's hanging on the wall
perhaps this yarn's the only thing that holds this man together
some say he was never here at all
Some say they saw him down in Birmingham
sleeping in a boxcar going by
and if you think that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie

[GMantis]

Imaginative

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians...

[minionofmidas]

Horridly annoying "music"... but better-written (and less historically inaccurate) lyrics than I ever noticed before.

Well, I ain't very big for twentyone
And it seems I never could have any good clean fun
Cause every time I'd go outside some great big bully'd come along
He'd hit me in the face and he'd knock me to the ground
And he'd start kickin' me all around
And that ain't exactly fair, friends, thats wrong.

So I got me a paper the other night
And I crawled up on the sofa and I turned on the light
And flipped through the pages till I found the classified ads.
Said, take karate from lee hung chow;
Man, make your first appointment now
This course is guaranteed to make you bad.

Well, the next day I drove to the address
By the japanese design I was really impressed
It looked like a regular house of the rising sun.
I walked inside, I was all alone
I had a nervous feeling down in my bones
I was kind of sorry I'd ever even come.

Then a giant jap came through the door
He must have been about seven feet four
And he looked like he's prone to easy aggrevation.
He said, lee hung chow, ah kee dung
Thats japanese for fee fie foo fum
I tried to explain my entire situation.

He said, number one course, yankee, self defence,
Two hundred dollars and twentyfive cents;
I said what's the twentyfive cents for? and he said, repairs.
I said, repairs to what? , and he said to you
And I thought to myself man, that won't do
Felt about a half inch tall under that ol' slanted stare

Ah, you'd think he was yellow...

I said, I believe I better go check another place
He said, ha so, yankee don't like my race
I said, now, there's a mistake, man, and that's true;
I've been for you japanese all along
You japanese just can't do no wrong
And I thought you got a mighty dirty deal in world war ii.

Well, he grabbed me by the hand and gave a heave
I figured there's a pretty good time to leave
Before he had a chance to do me any definite harm.
But my plan worked out in the end, you see,
Now no bully is gonna pick on me
Who's gonna hit a fellow with just one arm?

[they don't love you like i love you]

Ha, that's kind of cool. Is it it a punk song?

If I die and go to hell real soon
It will appear to me as this room
And for eternity I'd lay in bed
In my boxers, half stoned
With the pillow under my head

I'd be chatting on the interweb
Maggots prey upon the living dead
I had no interest in the things she said
On the phone every day
I'll permanently hit the hay

I called her on the phone
And she touched herself
I laughed myself to sleep

At this rate I'll be heading for electric chairs
I'm only human with my cross to bear
When she described her underwear
I forgot all the rules
My rabbi taught me in the old shul
You're too young to be this empty, girl
I'll prepare you for a sick dark world
Know that you'll be my downfall
But I call and I call and I call

I don't know what I want
(I met you on the internet)

I called her on the phone
And she touched herself
I laughed myself to sleep

[minionofmidas]

Ha, that's kind of cool. Is it it a punk song?

No. That's what the young Townes Van Zandt called a "talking blues", though really it is no Talking Blues (a well-defined genre from way back). More a spoken recitation of a funny lyric over some guitar accompaniment.
The only such track of his to ever make it onto a studio album, too, although at least 3 or so others are on live albums.

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Pretty funny. I like it.

My mommy left home when I was three
And she didn't leave much to pa and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame her cause she run and hid
But the meanest thing that she ever did
Was before she left, she went and named me "Gerd"

Well, she must o' thought that it was quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some guy would giggle and I'd get red
And some gal'd laugh and I'd bust her head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a girl named "Gerd."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that woman who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gütersloh in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy bitch that named me "Gerd."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet mom
From a worn-out picture that my father'd had,
And I knew that scar on her cheek and her evil eye.
She was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at her and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is Gerd! How do you do!
Now you're gonna die!!"

Well, I hit her hard right between the eyes
And she went down, but to my surprise,
She come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across her teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher women
But I really can't remember when,
She kicked like a mule and she bit like a crocodile.
I heard her laugh and then I heard her cuss,
She went for her gun and I pulled mine first,
She stood there lookin' at me and I saw her smile.

And she said: "Daughter, this world is rough
And if a woman's gonna make it, she's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

She said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye
Cause I'm the whorechild that named you "Gerd.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called her my ma, and she called me her daughter,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about her, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a daughter, I think I'm gonna name her Gerd


Ein Mädchen namens Gerd by Bernadette La Hengst.
Seeing as I don't own this song, only heard it a couple of times, and there's no lyrics to be found on the internet (it was released only as a single b-side and on a littleknown Cash tribute album), I couldn't do a word-by-word translation. So I just took the original Cash lyric and put in all the obvious or remembered (Gerd, Gütersloh, the very ending) changes. Should be pretty close, anyhow.

[Meclazine for Israel]

First class lyrics.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEpEgMdnrAA

“Me, Get delivery like a G
See hungry Dogg’s gotta eat
I get mine every day, every week
Chicken wings to the crib I’m sitting in.”

“Tacos to the Chateau
Please, did somebody say…just eat.
Private Jet in the Night Sky
My man hand glides by with my Fried Rice.”

[WD]

Pretty Good

Man, it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
Well, I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason
The step in my groove

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah
Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

But I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave it'd be a crying shame
In every breath and every word
I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio
You hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world, so soft and slow
It's turning you round and round

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you're so smooth
Well, and it's just like the ocean under the moon
Well, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah
Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

Well, and it's just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah
Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

Or else forget about it
Or else forget about it
Oh, let's don't forget about it
Give me your heart, make it real
Let's don't forget about it (hey)
Let's don't forget about it (no oh no oh)
Let's don't forget about it (no no no oh)
Let's don't forget about it (hey no no oh)
Let's don't forget about it (hey hey hey)

[Chunk Yogurt for President!]

Replying to Western Democrat, I love that song!

(Perfect)

I go, I go, ay ay, I go
Up in the morning, miss you bad
Sorry I ain't called you back
The same problem my father had
All his time, all he had, all he had
In what he dreamed
All his cash, market crashed
Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that
Drops some stacks pops is good
Momma pass in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my soul
Driving fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was broke
'Member we all was broke
'Member I'm coming back
I'll be taking all the stacks

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
B*tch n*gga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me

I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
Taking all the stacks, oh
Stacks, oh
Taking all the stacks, oh

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace, sh**t life Desiigner
Whole bunch of lavish sh**t
They be asking round town who be clappin sh**t
I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this sh**t
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killing on camera

How can I find you?
Who do you turn to?
How do I bind you?

If I don't turn to you
No other help I know, I stretch my hands