Opinion of the preceding song lyrics

[minionofmidas]

A little incoherent.

He was an artist and a writer
and a poet and a friend
In the next life he will take a fall
but how low he goes it just depends

He's shooting dope in the men's room
at the station daly city train
Have you ever seen an angel well I know I have
they'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly away

[Chorus: x2]
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
never thought twice about being him

Some grow up and some grow old
but what about the kid who never learned the rules
Spent all these years on this earth
when you look back it's just a flicker of time

Jackyl was one of the one's that perished
He was one of the one's that was already saved
Through all the evil and wreckage
he maintained a sense of himself

[Chorus x2]

Some men are in prison even though they walk the streets at night
Other men who got the lockdown are free as a bird in flight

[Chorus x2]

[minionofmidas]

Hmm... not bad.

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Recall Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
Feed your head
Feed your head

[minionofmidas]

Not sure what its about.

Aside - I knew Naso was an ignorant, but not recognizing White Rabbit?!?

We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy and his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed up we didn't know
Whether we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad-sack, tall and kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy as all hell
Theyd been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushin over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo
Since then they've done their little dance
Right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me
To want to tag along
Cause I was raised a Christian
And I knew right from wrong

CHORUS:
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line your gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

We stole two Charolais heifers from
Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale
Outside of Wichita
We got $900 and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once
We cashed that check
Next day we heard the story
On the local radio
Made our plans that very night
To go to Mexico
I swear we would have made it
If it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time
We crossed that Kansas line

CHORUS

I was layin in the bar ditch
Prayin I would die
When a light come on above us
And a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars
Came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin
It was all my fault
There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin all around
They had the brothers on the Pickup hood
And me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie
Stepped into the light
He told his men to turn us loose
They put down their guns
He said these are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ones

CHORUS

They left us by the roadside
Down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel
Said boys I'm going home
We turned around to face our fate
Downhearted but alive
On that mornin in late April, Oklahoma 95

CHORUS
 
 

[minionofmidas]

Erotica.

BEWARE - EXPLICIT CONTENT

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell.

Chorus:
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin',
'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
as I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
'Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Chorus

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Chorus

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?

Chorus

[minionofmidas]

I HATE that song.

... while it makes me laugh.

Yours... is very good for a drinking song (not a particularly inspiring genre, that, though). I wonder if they meant 200proof though.

Warum hast du mich verlassen?
Ich kam nach haus und du warst einfach fort
Warum hast du mich verlassen?
Kein Abschiedsbrief, nicht ein einziges Wort
Es fällt mir schwer, das zu verstehn
Wie konntest du so einfach gehn?
Ich hab dich geliebt im Schweisse meines Angesichts
Jetzt bist du fort und ich stehe vor dem Nichts

Was hab ich falsch gemacht?
Ich dachte, du wärst glücklich
Was hab ich falsch gemacht?
Ich hab dich doch wirklich geliebt

Warum hast du mich verlassen?
Ich war doch immer, immer für dich da
Warum hast du mich verlassen?
Ausser wenn ich grad mal bei ner andern war
Hab dich nicht mehr geschlagen als es üblich ist
Und nur dann, wenn du frech geworden bist
Das mit dem Auge, das tut mir wirklich leid
War nurn Versehn, es war nicht so gemeint

Was hab ich falsch gemacht?
Ich dachte, wir wärn glücklich
Was hab ich falsch gemacht?
Ich hab dich doch wirklich geliebt

Warum hast du mich verlassen?
Warum, warum um alles in der Welt?
Warum hast du mich verlassen?
Ich hab dir gestern erst was zu trinken hingestellt
Die Fenstergitter durchgefeilt
Dein gebrochener Arm ist wohl doch schon verheilt
Grad wollt ich dir neue Strapse schenken
Was solln denn jetzt die ganzen Freier denken

Was hab ich falsch gemacht?
Ich dachte, du wärst glücklich
Was hab ich falsch gemacht?
Ich hab dich doch wirklich-
Ich werd dich finden, darauf kannst du dich verlassen
Einfach verschwinden, das könnte dir so passen
Ich werd dich finden, darauf kannst du dich verlassen
Einfach verschwinden, das könnte dir so passen

Irgendwas hab ich falsch gemacht
Irgendwas hab ich falsch gemacht

Translation:

Why did you desert me? [not a perfect fit but I can't find one right now - sorry]
I came home and you just were gone
Why did you desert me?
No parting letter, not a single word
I find it hard to understand
How could you just up and leave?
 
I have loved you in the sweat of my brow
Now you're gone and I'm facing nothingness

What have I done wrong?
I thought you were happy
What have I done wrong?
I truly loved you

Why did you desert me?
I was always, always there for you
Why did you desert me?
Except when I happened to be with some other woman
I didn't beat you more than is customary
And only when you got cheeky
I'm really sorry about what happened to your eye that one time
It was an accident, I didn't really mean it

What have I done wrong?
I thought we were happy
What have I done wrong?
I truly loved you

Why did you desert me?
Why, oh why in the world?
Why did you desert me?
I brought you something to drink only yesterday
You filed through the window bars
Seems like your broken arm has fully healed already after all
I was just going to give you a new garter belt
What are all the johns going to think?

What have I done wrong?
I thought you were happy
What have I done wrong?
I truly -
I'm going to find you, count on it
Disappearing just like that, that's what you'd like
I'm going to find you, count on it
Disappearing just like that, that's what you'd like

I must have done something wrong
I must have done something wrong

[minionofmidas]

Not being a surfer, I can't really relate. The song is great, though.


Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun

I'm only
Looking for fun

[minionofmidas]

Depends on the mom in question. (My previous lyric was from a Clash classic, btw, and not a particularly reggae-ish one either. Just a slightly reggae-ish one.)

And now for something completely different...

You tell me how she was when you once knew her
She played a game with many, many men
You tell me that you don't think I'd be with her
If I could have known her way back then
You ask me why I don't pack up and leave her
Now that I know her wicked ways
Well, I doubt that you could understand my thinking
So listen close to what I have to say

Chorus:
She's the rock that I lean on
She's the sunshine of my day
And, I don't care what you say about her
She took me in and made me everything I am today
She's my rock and I ain't gonna throw her away

I know she wasn't always what she is now
She had to make mistakes like everybody else
And don't you point you finger at nobody
It's plain to see you ain't no saint yourself

Chorus
Repeat last line twice more

[minionofmidas]

Stop badmouthing Cambodia.

Eight years old with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
Figurin’ what the heck
Screwed his courage up so tight
That the whole thing come unwound
He got a runnin’ start and bless his heart
He headed for the ground

Chorus:
He’s one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold you breath
And always trust your cape

All grown up with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his dream
He’s full of piss and vinegar
He’s bustin’ at the seams
Licked his finger and checked the wind
It’s gonna be do or die
He wasn’t scared of nothin’, Boys
He was pretty sure he could fly

Chorus

Old and grey with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his head
He’s still jumpin’ off the garage
And will be til he’s dead
All these years the people say
He’s actin’ like a kid
He did not know he could not fly
So he did

Chorus

[minionofmidas]

Bumpity.
Boring. Song behind it might be good for moshing, though.

I've just (well, last night) seen Stereo Total for the second time in my life - and the first was about ten years ago. Here's one of their bestknown songs...

Du bist schön von hinten
Mit ein paar Metern Entfernung
Schön bist du im Nebel wenn du gehen musst
Bitte bleibe nicht bei mir
Zeig mir deinen Rücken
Am Schönsten bist du wenn du gehen musst

Wie soll ich, wie soll ich, wie soll ich mich nach dir sehnen
Wenn du stets, wenn du stets, wenn du stets bei mir bist?
Wie soll ich, wie soll ich, wie soll ich mich nach dir sehnen
Jeden Tag, jede Nacht, jeden Tag, jede Nacht bist du bei mir

Löse dich in Luft auf
Hinterlass keine Spuren
Zeig wie du aussiehst, wenn du nicht mehr bist

Ich bedanke mich herzlich
Ich hatte viel Spaß mit dir
Aber ohne dich war es auch nicht schlecht
Vielleicht besser sogar
Ja

Wie soll ich, wie soll ich, wie soll ich mich nach dir sehnen
Wenn du stets, wenn du stets, wenn du stets bei mir bist?
Wie soll ich, wie soll ich, wie soll ich mich nach dir sehnen
Jeden Tag, jede Nacht, jeden Tag, jede Nacht bist du bei mir

Schick mir ein Foto von dir
Oder eine Post karte
Geh, es ist vorbei
Goodbye

Wie soll ich ...

Translation:
You're beautiful from behind
With a few meters' distance
Beautiful you are in the fog when you have to leave
Please don't stay with me
Show me your back
You're at your most beautiful when you have to leave

(Chorus) How am I, how am I, how am I supposed to long for you
When you're always, when you're always, when you're always with me?
How am I, how am I, how am I supposed to long for you
Every day, every night, every day, every night you are with me

Dissolve into thin air
Leave no traces
Show me what you look like when you are no more

I sincerely thank you
I had much fun with you
But without you wasn't bad either
Maybe better, even
Yeah

(Chorus)

Send me a picture of you
Or a postcard
Go, it's over
Goodbye

(Chorus)

[minionofmidas]

You had that in yr sig once. I quite like that line about "yeah well, all things considered, yes, I do remember you".

Meine Freunde sagen mir, ich solle mit ihnen gehn
Sie schlagen die Faschisten und ficken das System
Sie schreiben überall Sachen an die Wand
Sie hören Musik aus dem Baskenland
Aber ich möchte lieber eine Freundin
Ich möchte lieber ein Mädchen kennenlernen

Die Band steht in der Ecke und sie spielen wieder Punkrock
Gegen den Klassenfeind und für den Revolutionären Block
Die Andern hängen auf dem Fenstersims
Und warten weiter auf die Naziskins
Aber ich möchte lieber eine Freundin
Ich möchte lieber ein Mädchen kennenlernen

Ich ging nach Hause und die Naziskins schlugen mich flach
Sie traten mir in die Fresse, und einer von ihnen sprach:
"Es wohnt keine Tugend mehr in meinem Herz
Es drängt mich ein seltsamer Schmerz
Ich möchte lieber eine Freundin
Ich möchte lieber ein Mädchen kennenlernen"

En Anglais:

My friends tell me I should go with them
They're beating the fascists and fucking the system
They're writing things on the walls everywhere
They listen to music from the Basque Country
But I would rather have a girlfriend
I would rather get to know a girl

The band's standing in the corner and they're playing punk rock again
Against the class enemy and for the Revolutionary Block
The others are hanging on the windowsill
And keep on waiting for the Nazi Skins
But I would rather have a girlfriend
I would rather get to know a girl

I went home, and the Nazi Skins knocked me flat
They kicked me in the face, and one of them said:
"No virtue is living in my heart anymore
A strange pain is moving me
I would rather have a girlfriend
I would rather get to know a girl"

[minionofmidas]

Would like them better if I could understand them.

I included a translation.

[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

[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

[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

[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?

[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.