Hits with daft lyrics

[Blue Feather]

Bruce Springsteen wrote it so ask him!

I will next time I see him :-)

 

[GaudinoMotors]

You're about as easy as a nuclear war.

 

[bluesteve1964]

You're about as easy as a nuclear war.

Every time I hear that I think what a load of bollocks but I trump it with....
Wake me up before you go go.
Don't leave me hanging on like a yoyo
Wake me up before you go go
I ain't planning on going solo.
Etc etc

 

[lloydie]

 

[GaudinoMotors]

Every time I hear that I think what a load of bollocks but I trump it with....
Wake me up before you go go.
Don't leave me hanging on like a yoyo
Wake me up before you go go
I ain't planning on going solo.
Etc etc

True - but a least it rhymes and is an admittedly, silly poppy song.

 

[Tuearts right boot]

Blinded by the Light - Manfred Mann, great song but don't get the lyrics :)

Yeah agree. Considering it was written by Springstein and his lyrics are understandable, tell a story and paint a picture, this one is a bit wierd....brilliant track though.

 

[Tuearts right boot]

I give you the old Marillion classic....been discussed a few times on here....

Fugazi, basically means fucked beyond repair.



Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real
Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition
An albatross in the marrytime tradition
Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck
From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to five with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real
The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalenes contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat
A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges
This is Brixton chess
A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper
Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows
Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens
Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane
Do you realise? Do you realise?
Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Derek William Dick / Ian Mosley / Mark Kelly / Pete Trewavas / Steve Rothery

 

[ancoats]

… I was tired of my lady
We'd been together too long
Like a worn out recording
Of a favorite song
… So while she lay there sleepin'
I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns
There was this letter I read
… If you like piña coladas
And gettin' caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga
If you have half a brain
If you like makin' love at midnight
In the dunes on the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape
… I didn't think about my lady
I know that sounds kinda mean
But me and my old lady
Had fallen into the same old dull routine
… So I wrote to the paper
Took out a personal ad
And though I'm nobody's poet
I thought it wasn't half bad
… Yes, I like piña coladas
And gettin' caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Malley's
Where we'll plan our escape
… So I waited with high hopes
And she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant
I knew the curve of her face
… It was my own lovely lady
And she said, "Oh, it's you"
Then we laughed for a moment
And I said, "I never knew"
… "That you like piña coladas
And gettin' caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean
And the taste of champagne
If you like making love at midnight
In the dunes on the cape
You're the lady I've looked for
Come with me and escape"
… If you like piña coladas
And gettin' caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga
If you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight
In the dunes on the cape
I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape
… Yes, I like piña coladas
And gettin' caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Malley's

 

[horlock_was_super]

If you want to stay happy for the rest of your life never make a pretty woman your wife, so from my personal point of view get an ugly girl to marry you.

Only ever sang it at home the once……………………

 

[Blue Mist]

Let me leave this here

Zoom, just one look and my heart went boom
Suddenly then we were on the moon
Flyin' high in a neon sky.

Why his band didn't tell Fat Larry to do one I'll never know.