Undramatizing music lyrics.

Pighead

Pighead doesn't even care if undramatizing isn't a word. It is now and that's the end of it. Anyway have you ever sat down and listened to lyrics of a song that sound fairly deep and flowery yet turn out to be anything but? Mundane even? Pighead has.

Tears For Fears- Mad World:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

TRANSLATION: Went to work today. It was rubbish.

pq0n1ct4ve8zf5

More or less anything by the Arctic Monkeys, it works brilliantly though

sceptre

Ah, Pighead, you're a gem. I was going to do a few but then thought of something better.

Do these ten like the one above will ya?

http://www.xomba.com/our_ten_most_profound_songs

lordgoat

Relax by Frankie for the inverse.

Pighead

Carly Simon: You're so vain

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and


You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

Translation: You're so far up your own arse, you're coming out your mouth.

Matt Holck

I would like to take this moment to point the brilliant lyrics by Tim Rice
chanted by the crowd when Jesus is arrested

Now, we have him
Now, we've got him
Now, we have him
Now, we've got him
Now, we have him
Now, we've got him
Now, we have him now
we have got him now

Pighead

Matt Holck wrote: »

I would like to take this moment to point the brilliant lyrics by Tim Rice
chanted by the crowd when Jesus is arrested

Now, we have him
Now, we've got him
Now, we have him
Now, we've got him
Now, we have him
Now, we've got him
Now, we have him now
we have got him now

Very dramatic lyrics there Holck. Could you undramatize them for Pighead please? What does it all mean?

Matt Holck

that jesus was arrested and now belongs to the crowd

DublinWriter

Agadoo, by Black Lace:
Ag-a-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree
Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee
To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance every night, sing with a hula melody

It's so obvious that the lyrics symbolise the Jungian Paradox between ego and self, the metaphor of pushing the pineapple illustrating the conflict within the self via the medium of tropical fruit.

stovelid

Layla by Eric Clapton.

I tried to give you consolation
When your old man had let you down.
Like a fool, I fell in love with you,
Turned my whole world upside down.

Layla, you've got me on my knees.
Layla, I'm begging, darling please.
Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind.

Translation: I want to shag my best mate's wife.

Pighead

Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

Translation: I'm sick of listening to shite on the radio.

stovelid

Gary Puckett and The Union Gap - Young Girl

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You're much too young, girl

So hurry home to your mama
I'm sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You're much too young, girl

Translation: let's not be hasty. I'm sure we can reach some sort of arrangement here.

Pighead

Ben by Michael Jackson

Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you, my friend, will see
You've got a friend in me
(you've got a friend in me)

Translation: I think I've fallen in love with a rat.

Rigsby

I think you guys are missing the point here. Yes, the lyrics listed here have a convoluted and fancy way of expressing something mundane. That's what song writing is about is it not ? Are you telling me that you'd rather here the mundane lyrics ( i.e. the "translations" listed here ) ? I certainly would not.

Pighead : Can you show some lyrics that you like, and are not "under dramatised" in your opinion ?

Pighead

Rigsby wrote: »

I think you guys are missing the point here. Yes, the lyrics listed here have a convoluted and fancy way of expressing something mundane. That's what song writing is about is it not ? Are you telling me that you'd rather here the mundane lyrics ( i.e. the "translations" listed here ) ? I certainly would not.

Pighead : Can you show some lyrics that you like, and are not "under dramatised" in your opinion.

Morning Rigsby. Pighead actually enjoys listening to the overblown fancy lyrics and trying to figure out what the hell they're banging on about. Remember being a kid listening to Queen and not having a clue what the hell they were talking about and thinking that they were songs were about people from from a different planet. It sort of ruined it slightly later on when I found out that Killer Queen was just a song about a classy whore!

That said, sometimes simplicity is great too. As mentioned above the Arctic Monkeys do this really well. Example from Mardy Bum:

And yeah I'm sorry I was late
well I missed the train
And then the traffic was a state
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs, oh when you say I don't care
but of course I do, yeah I clearly do!

Rigsby

Yeah, I know what you are saying with regards to "Queen". I used to have a great time (still do ) figuring out some of "Steely Dan's" lyrics. Having said that, the lyrics here are not that much different to the "under dramitised" ones IMO.

stovelid

Earthhorse

John Cage - 4′33″













Translation: Clever, eh?

Rigsby

Not an "un dramatised " lyric to be heard .





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUJagb7hL0E

padraig_f

a few here: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1833261

humberklog

Simon and Garfunkel:

Coo, Coo Catchoo...
And here's to you Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Wo, Wo, Wo.
God bless you please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
Hey,Hey,Hey.

Translation: Jayzuz YORE MA'S a fcuking ride!

Earthhorse

Nas - It Ain't Hard To Tell

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

Translation: Nas has no self-esteem issues.

Rigsby

I still dont get the point of this thread

TRANSLATION : WTF are you all getting at ?

javaboy

A House - Endless Art wrote:

All art is quite useless according to Oscar Wilde
Turner 1775 to 1851
Toulouse-Lautrec 1864 to 1901
Andy Warhol 1928 to 1987 RIP
Ernest Hemingway 1899 to 1961
George Orwell, Jimi Hendrix, William Butler Yeats, Jack B. Yeats,
Richard Redgrave 1804 to 1888
Henry Moore 1896 to 1986
Henry Miller, Sid Vicious only 21
Brian Jones
Otis Redding 1941 to 1967 RIP

All dead, yet still alive
In endless time, endless art

Masters of their arts
Claude Monet 1840 to 1926
Beethoven, Bach, Brahms,
Elvis Presley 1935 to '77
Man Ray, Johnny Ray
John Donne 1573 to 1631
Alfred Lord Tennyson 1809 to '92
The generation art, Joan Miro, RIP
Jackson Pollack 1912 to 1956
John Lennon '40 to '80
Henry Lamb, Cezanne, Paul Gauguin, William Shakespeare,
Brendan Behan 1923 to 1964
Tennessee Williams 1912 to 1983
Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844 to 1889
Pissaro, Picasso, Degas RIP

All dead, yet still alive
In endless time, endless art

Joseph Conrad 1857 to 1924
Jack Kerouac 1922 to 1969
Keith Moon 1946 to 1978
D. H. Lawrence, James Joyce, Mozart,
Van Gogh 1853 to 1890
Ian Curtis, Salvador Dali, Johann Strauss, Richard Strauss, Walt Disney's
Mickey Mouse RIP

All dead, yet still alive
In endless time, endless art

Translation: Celebrity zombies walk the earth!

humberklog

stovelid wrote: »

Gary Puckett and The Union Gap - Young Girl

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You're much too young, girl

So hurry home to your mama
I'm sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You're much too young, girl

Translation: I am not the bus driver you are looking for (I have some ethics!)
Try the guy going to Waterford.

javaboy

The Kinks - Lola wrote:

I met her in a club down in old soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
C-o-l-a cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said lola
L-o-l-a lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola

Well Im not the worlds most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well Im not dumb but I cant understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
......

Translation: I like ladyboys.

stovelid

Chris De Burgh - Lady In Red

I have never seen that dress you're wearing
Or the highlights in your head that catch your eyes
I have been blind


Translation: I haven't noticed because I've been knee-deep in the au pair for six months.

stovelid

I this thread.

Rigsby

Ok. So you can all decipher lyrics.

What else is there ???

stovelid

humberklog wrote: »

Translation: I am not the bus driver you are looking for (I have some ethics!)

Sounds like a jedi mind-wave.

humberklog

stovelid wrote: »

Sounds like a jedi mind-wave.

That's what I was going for.
Chris De Burgh one....Brilliant.
Excellent thread (even if it is an moshpit of After Hours regulars).

longshanks

Enter Sandman lyrics

Say your prayers little one
don't forget, my son
to include everyone

tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes

sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight

exit light
enter night
take my hand
off to never never land

something's wrong, shut the light
heavy thoughts tonight
and they aren't of snow white

dreams of war, dreams of liars
dreams of dragon's fire

and of things that will bite

sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight

exit light
enter night
take my hand
off to never never land

now I lay me down to sleep
pray the lord my soul to keep
if I die before I wake
pray the lord my soul to take

hush little baby, don't say a word
and never mind that noise you heard
it's just the beast under your bed,
in your closet, in your head

exit light
enter night
grain of sand

exit light
enter night
take my hand
we're off to never never land



translation: night night, sleep tight

Photi

Don McLean - American Pie

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.

Translation: We did mid twentieth century popular music in music class today. Turns out Buddy Holly is dead.

Earthhorse

Pearl Jam - Bugs

I got bugs:
I got bugs in my room,
Bugs in my bed,
Bugs in my ears,
Their eggs in my head.
Bugs in my pockets,
Bugs in my shoes,
Bugs in the way...I feel about you,
Bugs on my window,
Trying to get in.
They don't go nowhere;
Waiting, waiting...
Bugs on my ceiling,
Crowded the floor,
Standing, sitting, kneeling...
A few block the door.

Translation: I really need to find a new place to live.

javaboy

The Police - Roxanne wrote:

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won't tell you again
It's a bad way

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light

Translation: Don't be a whore.

Pighead

Good man Earthhorse. That's given Pighead his first laugh today!

Suzanne Vega Toms Diner

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in

"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella

And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos

I'm pretending
Not to see them
And Instead
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
He was no one
I had heard of

And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt

And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening

To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...

And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...

I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

Translation: I grabbed a cup of coffee before I got my train.

javaboy

Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive wrote:

First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

Translation: GTFO!

gustavo

The Smiths - How Soon is now


I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does


I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Oh, of nothing in particular


You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does


Oh ...
Oh ...


There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die


When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly do you mean ?
See, i've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone


Oh ...
Oh ...


You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does


Ok ?

Translation : I'm shy and feeling sorry for myself

stovelid

Wham/George Micheal: Last Christmas

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
Well
it's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
"Merry Christmas"
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special


A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me?
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on




Translation: your girlfriend rode another man at a ski-resort last Christmas.

Transaltion 2: as you've probably guessed from subsequent media reports, he didn't really care that much.

Miguel_Sanchez

Right Said Fred: I'm Too Sexy

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my

'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

And I'm too sexy for this song

Translation: None needed. He's just too sexy.

stovelid

Elvis Presley: In the Ghetto.

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if theres one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, dont you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he dont get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

Translation:

hungry little boy with a runny nose = x;

while (x != 0)

{
   shot++;
}

Captain Darling

Everybody's going out
And having fun
I'm a fool for staying home
And having none
I can't get over how she set me free,
Oh lonesome me

There must be some way
That I can lose these lonesome blues
Forget about my past and
Find someone new
I've thought of everything from A to Z
Oh lonesome me

I'll bet she's not like me
She's out and fancy free
Flirting with the boys with all her charms
But I still love her so, and brother
Don't you know it, I'd welcome her
Right back her in my arms

Translation:I'm a sad bastard and I'm dying for a ride.

Earthhorse

Queen - Radio Ga Ga

All we hear is (handclap)
Radio ga ga!
Radio goo goo!
Radio ga ga!
All we hear is (handclap)
Radio ga ga!
Radio blah blah!

Translation: Who's been messing with the dials? I can't find me stations!

Pighead wrote: »

Good man Earthhorse. That's given Pighead his first laugh today!

Heh. A couple hundred more of them and we'll be even!

stovelid

Black: Wonderful Life.

I need a friend
oh, I need friend
to make me happy
not so alone.......
Look at me here
here on my own again
up straight in the sunshine

No need to run and hide
it's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
it's a wonderful, wonderful life

No need to run and hide
it's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to run and hide
it's a wonderful, wonderful life
it's a wonderful, wonderful life

Translation: is it fuck.

cson

Guru Josh Project: Infinity 2008

Here's my key philosophy
A freak like me
Just needs infinity

Translation: I'm so yoked outta my head I think I'm immortal. Deadly buzz

Not profound as such unless someone is of a skobe-ular disposition. I'll stick the i-pod on shuffle for an hour and see if it throws up any ideas for me for a 'profund song' that actually means sfa.

KrazeeEyezKilla

The Smiths - This Charming Man

Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?

When in this charming car
This charming man


Why pamper life's complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?


I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"


Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things


I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man ...
Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man ...


Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

Translation: That older man is going to f**k me.

stovelid

KrazeeEyezKilla wrote: »

The Smiths - This Charming Man

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Brilliant.

Although, you've ruined my illusions. I always thought it was about Johnny Marr.

Earthhorse

Naughty by Nature - Everything's Gonna Be Alright

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects,
Livin' in the slums with bums, I said now why Treach
Do I have to be like this? Momma said I'm priceless,
So I am, I'm worthless, starving is just what bein' nice gets.
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though,
To stop the hell I woulda ended things a while ago.
I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack
Four squad stolen in cars in the blackjack.
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived.
I lived right around a corner from West Hell,
Two blocks from South Shit, and once in a jail cell.
The sun ain't never shone on my side of the street, see?
And only once or twice a week I would speak.
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home,
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome.
Some life, if you ain't wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold.
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way,
But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play.
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how.

Translation: The song title is ironic.

EamonnKeane

Why don't we do it in the road?
No-one will be watching us. (x724)

McCartney's lyrics explore a complex metaphysical question: if no-one sees the unknown "us" doing an unknown "it" on an unknown road, has the "it" been done by us? Is the second line a refutation or an affirmation: is it purposeless or permissible to do "it" in the road if it remains unseen? The repetition ad nauseam implies that this struggle will continue eternally without resolution.

DublinWriter

Wonderful Tonight

Its late in the evening
Shes wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make up
And brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me
Do I look alright
And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight

We go a party
And everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady
Thats walking around with me
And then she asks me
Do you feel alright
And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight

I feel wonderful
Because I see the love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just dont realize
How much I love you

Its time to go home now
And Ive got an aching head
So I give her the car keys
She helps me to bed
And then I tell her
As I turn out the light
I say my darling, you were wonderful tonight
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight

Translation: I'm pissed, you drive

gustavo

The Beatles - I am the Walrus
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation t-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus,
goo goo gajoob.

Mister City P'liceman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying.
I'm cry, I'm crying, I'm cry.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl and you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus,
goo goo gajoob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan from
Standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo gajoob ga goo goo gajoob.

Expert texpert choking smokers,
Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he he he, ha ha ha)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.
I'm crying.

Semolina Pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo gajoob ga goo goo gajoob
(rhythmical speaking along with juba's).
Juba juba juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba juba. Juba juba.....
(speaking)

Translation : So I've been trying this new drug called "LSD"