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Lyrics that don't make a lick of sense!
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madbev90210 wrote: »remember the catchy song that went " a brimful of asha on the 45"?! Me and my friends used to sing " a plateful of rashers at 9.45"
we were young!
Anyway, dont know what on earth it means!
We used to sing "van full of knackers doin 45"0 -
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civildefence wrote: »Most of David Bowie's lyrics are crazy shyt. "Life on Mars" is one example.
If you find Life on Mars confusing what do you make of the Bewlay Brothers?
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Aaargh i hate that poem which such a passion. Patrick Kavanagh suck balls to study for the LC.Another one I'm wondering if anyone can shed any light on?
My favourite song at the moment is Raglan Road - Patrick Kavanagh
On Raglan Road of an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew,
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might someday rue.
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way.
And I said,"Let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day."
On Grafton Street in November, we
Tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion play.
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay;
Oh, I loved too much and by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind,
I gave her the secret signs,
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone.
And her words and tint without stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now,
And away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow.
That I had loved, not as I should
A creature made of clay,
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.
Beautiful words, but what the fcuk do they mean? I understand he see's a woman, knows she might break his heart but still falls in love.
Whats the creature of clay all about?
BTW, the clay thing is he's trying to console himself for being hurt in love, calling her 'clay' and himself an 'angel', and that yadda yadda yadda... i can't remember anything else...
him being an angel and her being the creature and them falling in love was a bad thing, pretty much.
Angsty old farm-boy...:mad:0 -
madbev90210 wrote: »remember the catchy song that went " a brimful of asha on the 45"?! Me and my friends used to sing " a plateful of rashers at 9.45" we were young!
Anyway, dont know what on earth it means!
From what I gather it is based upon the history of film culture in India. Since their introduction, Indian films have relied heavily on song-and-dance numbers attributable to Broadway musicals. Almost always, the singing was performed by background singers while the actors and actresses lip-sync. Asha Bhosle is one of these playback singers who has sung over 12,000 songs. Playback singers Lata Mangeshkar (Bhosle's sister) and Mohammad Rafi (one of the top male playback singers of the mid-century) are also mentioned in the song.
It has also been suggested that the song has several symbolic meanings. Asha is Sanskrit/Hindi for Hope. It has been suggested that the lyrics mean that everyone has a brimful of Hope, that the song is a message of how the Indian media provide the impoverished with hope for a better life, and that the lyrics "Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow" actually is a skewed translation of the saying "Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on." This would seem to be supported by the full verse "Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow; mine's on the 45", where Channel 45 is the popular channel for Indian television. More likely though, this is a reference to records being played back at 45 revolutions per minute, and how he would listen to music (possibly Indian) as his comfort. This is both denoted by the picture of the girl listening to a record player and the last time he says this lyric he changes the words to "mine's on the RPM." The lyrics of the song's bridge contain a number of references to non-Indian music, including Georges Brassens' song "Banc Public", Jacques Dutronc, Marc Bolan, Argo Records and Trojan Records.0 -
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Raze_them_all wrote: »any of the killers lyrics....
are we human or are we dancers??? Dancers are feckin human...
I've got soul but im not a soldier...eh what does one have to do with the other.
Gits.
its "are we human or are we denser" realised this when my sis had the lyrics on on youtube.. makes a tad more sense than dancer!
Btw thanks poisonated for the reply on my indian song.. tis deep and meaningful! i will now sing it as such 0 -
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Sharpshooter wrote: »
And as a side note, the song Clair was written by him as a tribute to his managers daughter, to whom he is Godfather.:)
Speaking of, has anyone ever actually listened to the lyrics of this song - WELL DODGY!! Especially as she was just a child at the time.
But try as hard as I might do I don't know why
You get to me in a way I can't describe
Words mean so little when you look up and smile
I don't care what people say,
To me you're more than a child
Oh! Clair, Clair
But why in spite of our age difference do I cry
Each time I leave you I feel I could die
Nothing means more to me than hearing you say
I'm going to marry you
Will you marry me Uncle Ray?
Oh! Clair, Clair
Clair, I've told you before
Don't you dare
Get back into bed
Can't you see that it's late
No you can't have a drink
Oh! all right then but wait just a bit
While I, in an effort to baby sit,
Catch of my breath what there is left of it.
You can be murder at this hour of the day
But in the morning this hour
Will seem a lifetime away
Oh! Clair, Clair
(sound of child's laughter)
SHUDDER
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