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Genius words/lyrics
- Thread starter CockneyWanchor
- Start date
Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'DAD THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO TASK
BUT I'LL BE BACK BY CHRISTMAS'
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD
DIVING FOR DEAR LIFE
WHEN WE COULD BE DIVING FOR PEARLS
Suedes version pretty good too.
MillisleBlue
Well-Known Member
Last night I went out walking, my intentions were to click,
But the sights I saw while walking out they nearly made me sick,
I must admit I saw some girls - attractive little dears,
Arm in arm with ugly men with cauliflower ears,
So if women like them like men like those - why don't women like me?
But the sights I saw while walking out they nearly made me sick,
I must admit I saw some girls - attractive little dears,
Arm in arm with ugly men with cauliflower ears,
So if women like them like men like those - why don't women like me?
Tuearts right boot
Well-Known Member
I think the subtlety of these lyrics may be lost on here...here goes
C/O Brian Johnson & Co
She take you down easy
Going down to her knees
Going down to the devil
Down down to ninety degrees
Oh, she's blowing me crazy
'Til my ammunition is dry
Oh, she's using her head again
She's using her head
Oh, she's using her head again
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Oh, she's no Mona Lisa
No, she's no Playboy star
But she'll send you to heaven
Then explode you to Mars
Oh, she's using her head again
Using her head again
She's using her head
Using her head again
Oh, she's using her head again
Using her head
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog…
C/O Brian Johnson & Co
She take you down easy
Going down to her knees
Going down to the devil
Down down to ninety degrees
Oh, she's blowing me crazy
'Til my ammunition is dry
Oh, she's using her head again
She's using her head
Oh, she's using her head again
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Oh, she's no Mona Lisa
No, she's no Playboy star
But she'll send you to heaven
Then explode you to Mars
Oh, she's using her head again
Using her head again
She's using her head
Using her head again
Oh, she's using her head again
Using her head
I'm just a givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog a bone
Givin' the dog…
01cravend
Well-Known Member
I don't have to sell my soul/ He's already in me
-----
And you could have it all/ My empire of dirt/ I will let you down/ I will make you hurt.
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You used to get it in your fishnets/ Now you only get it in your night dress/ Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness/ Landed in a very common crisis
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And you could have it all/ My empire of dirt/ I will let you down/ I will make you hurt.
-----
You used to get it in your fishnets/ Now you only get it in your night dress/ Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness/ Landed in a very common crisis
Out on blue 6
Well-Known Member
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that devil blood.
And the mercy seat is a-burning
And I think my head is flowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, there was no proof
And nor a motive why.
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
Tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that devil blood.
And the mercy seat is a-burning
And I think my head is flowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, there was no proof
And nor a motive why.
trotsky
Well-Known Member
Last night I went out walking, my intentions were to click,
But the sights I saw while walking out they nearly made me sick,
I must admit I saw some girls - attractive little dears,
Arm in arm with ugly men with cauliflower ears,
So if women like them like men like those - why don't women like me?
Do you sing this when you’re cleaning windows? ;-)
mancity2012_eamo
Well-Known Member
Putting this here, just because I can.
The real genius of the song is Rory doing harmonics on the guitar in the solo that conjures up images of someone walking on hot coals, but I adore the down and out lyrics too.
When he talks about his little girl, he means his guitar.
“Walk On Hot Coals"
Well I lost my shirt at a card game in which I never had a chance
Well I lost my shirt at a card game in which I never had a chance
The deck was marked, the game was rigged,
You could not tell at a glance.
Well, Lost my job on the weekend and I was back out on the street
Well, I lost my job on the weekend and I was back out on the streets
No way to get a dollar, but I spent it at the roulette wheel
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails.
Well I spent it all down at the race track
All the way my horse led the field
Well I spent it all down at the race track
All the way my horse led the field
But it was a hoax, the mare was doped,
a length to win she fell down on her knees
Gonna throw away my lucky penny, rabbit's foot and gypsy ring
Gonna throw away my lucky penny, rabbit's foot and gypsy ring
not gonna gamble on my baby,
on this loosing streak I might not win
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails
The real genius of the song is Rory doing harmonics on the guitar in the solo that conjures up images of someone walking on hot coals, but I adore the down and out lyrics too.
When he talks about his little girl, he means his guitar.
“Walk On Hot Coals"
Well I lost my shirt at a card game in which I never had a chance
Well I lost my shirt at a card game in which I never had a chance
The deck was marked, the game was rigged,
You could not tell at a glance.
Well, Lost my job on the weekend and I was back out on the street
Well, I lost my job on the weekend and I was back out on the streets
No way to get a dollar, but I spent it at the roulette wheel
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails.
Well I spent it all down at the race track
All the way my horse led the field
Well I spent it all down at the race track
All the way my horse led the field
But it was a hoax, the mare was doped,
a length to win she fell down on her knees
Gonna throw away my lucky penny, rabbit's foot and gypsy ring
Gonna throw away my lucky penny, rabbit's foot and gypsy ring
not gonna gamble on my baby,
on this loosing streak I might not win
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails
mancity2012_eamo
Well-Known Member
Have to say, I don’t recognise them all but, some great lyrics in here.
I’ve read back through the lot.
Really enjoyable.
I’ve read back through the lot.
Really enjoyable.
Barcon
Well-Known Member
Well, the fur-trapper stood there
With his arms outstretched across the frozen white wasteland
Trying to figure out what he's going to do about his deflected eyes
And it was at that precise moment that he remembered an ancient Eskimo legend
Wherein it is written
On whatever it is that they write it on up there
That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named Nanook
The only way you can get it fixed up
Is to go trudging across the tundra mile after mile
With his arms outstretched across the frozen white wasteland
Trying to figure out what he's going to do about his deflected eyes
And it was at that precise moment that he remembered an ancient Eskimo legend
Wherein it is written
On whatever it is that they write it on up there
That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named Nanook
The only way you can get it fixed up
Is to go trudging across the tundra mile after mile