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Post by paulmoran on Jun 3, 2019 6:56:53 GMT -5
Little James
Oasis
Little James, we're all the same
They always seem to look to us
But we weren't meant to be grown ups
Thank you for your smile
You make it all worthwhile to us
You live for your toys, even though they make noise
Have you ever played with plastercine
Or even tried a trampoline
Thank you for your smile
You make it all worthwhile to us
I'm singing this song for you and your mum that's all
'cause it won't be long before everyone is gone
Sailed out to sea, your mum you and me
You swam the ocean like a child
Life around us was so wild
Thank you for your smile
You make it all worthwhile to us
I'm singing this song for you and your mum that's all
And it won't be long before everyone is gone
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Post by paulmoran on Jun 3, 2019 7:08:48 GMT -5
The Shock Of The Lightning
Oasis
I'm all over my heart's desire,
I feel cold but I'm back in the fire,
Out of control but I'm tied up tight,
Come in, come out tonight.
I'm comin' up in the early morning,
I feel love in the shock of the lightning,
I fall into the blinding light,
Come in, come out, come in, come out tonight.
Love is a time machine,
Up on the silver screen,
It's all in my mind,
Love is a litany,
A magical mystery,
And all in good time, and all in good time,
And all in good time.
I got my feet on the street but I can't stop flyin',
My head's in the clouds but at least I'm tryin',
I'm out of control but I'm tied up tight,
Come in, come out tonight.
There's a hole in the ground into which I'm fallin',
So God speaks to the sound of the poundin',
I'm all into the blinding light,
Come in, come out, come in, come out tonight..
Love is a time machine,
Up on the silver screen,
It's all in my mind,
Love is a litany,
A magical mystery,
And all in good time, and all in good time,
And all in good time.
It's all in my mind,
Love is a time machine,
Up on the silver screen,
And all in good time, and all in good time,
And all in good time.
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Post by Paul Bearer on Jun 4, 2019 7:32:39 GMT -5
Yes, thanks B, that was it.  |
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Post by B on Dec 29, 2019 19:37:51 GMT -5
Here's one that was pointed out by Mike Williams. I don't remember whether it has been posted here yet or not. Mike Williams wrote:"A PID song that hardly gets mentioned. Now that we know the back drop from Memoirs, it's easy to recognize Billy telling us in the song how it went down: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxtX_IIcLZI "------------------------Think of this as the offer being made to Faul to replace Paul, and it all makes sense. (B) Come And Get It (Anthology 3 Version)youtu.be/kxtX_IIcLZI If you want it, here it is Come and get it, mhm Make your mind up fast If you want it Anytime I can give it But you better hurry 'Cause it may not last Did I hear you say That there must be a catch? Will you walk away From a fool and his money? If you want it, here it is Come and get it But you better hurry 'Cause it's going fast If you want it, here it is Come and get it, mhm Make your mind up fast If you want it Anytime I can give it But you'd better hurry 'Cause it may not last Did I hear you say That there must be a catch? Will you walk away From a fool and his money? Sonny, if you want it Here it is Come and get it But you'd better hurry |
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Post by joseph on Mar 29, 2020 16:35:44 GMT -5
Fob Fylan's latest - Murder Most Foul
"Twas a dark day in Dallas, November ’63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do. We know who you are.”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we’ve come to collect
We’re gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
We’ve already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone’s eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul
Hush, little children. You’ll understand
The Beatles are comin’; they’re gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I’m going to Woodstock; it’s the Aquarian Age
Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they’ve got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street
When you’re down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don’t ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make left-hand turn
I’m going down to the crossroads; gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs, boy. Shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie. Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don’t give a damn
What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby; they oughta know
“Shut your mouth,” said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it’s a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me? I’m the Acid Queen
I’m riding in a long, black limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I’m leaning to the left; got my head in her lap
Hold on, I’ve been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We’re right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain
What more could they do? They piled on the pain
But his soul’s not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they’ve been searchin’ for that
Freedom, oh freedom. Freedom cover me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin’; tell me no lies
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Susie; let’s go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River; let’s keep hope alive
Turn the radio on; don’t touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy. You filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I’m just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I’ve blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I’m never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder’s film I seen night before
Seen it 33 times, maybe more
It’s vile and deceitful. It’s cruel and it’s mean
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen
They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice
The day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son
The age of the Antichrist has only begun.”
Air Force One coming in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel
It is what it is, and it’s murder most foul
What’s new, pussycat? What’d I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it’s beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it’s 36 hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, speaking in tongues
He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that ‘Only the Good Die Young’
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play St. James Infirmary and the Court of King James
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too. Play ‘I’d Rather Go Blind’
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker. Play ‘Scratch My Back’.
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play ‘Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood’
Play it for the First Lady, she ain’t feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Karl Wirsum, too
Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue
Play tragedy, play “Twilight Time”
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and “Another One Bites the Dust”
Play “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In God We Trust”
Ride the pink horse down the long, lonesome road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play “Mystery Train” for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend; play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson. Play Stan Getz
Play “Blue Sky”; play Dickey Betts
Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and “All That Jazz”
Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers, play the odds
Play “Cry Me A River” for the Lord of the gods
Play number 9, play number 6
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole, play “Nature Boy”
Play “Down In The Boondocks” for Terry Malloy
Play “It Happened One Night” and “One Night of Sin”
There’s 12 Million souls that are listening in
Play “Merchant of Venice”, play “Merchants of Death”
Play “Stella by Starlight” for Lady Macbeth
Don’t worry, Mr. President. Help’s on the way
Your brothers are coming; there’ll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What’s this about hell?
Tell them, “We’re waiting. Keep coming.” We’ll get them as well
Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground
Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play “Misty” for me and “That Old Devil Moon”
Play “Anything Goes” and “Memphis in June”
Play “Lonely At the Top” and “Lonely Are the Brave”
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton, play “Lucille”
Play “Deep In a Dream”, and play “Driving Wheel”
Play “Moonlight Sonata” in F-sharp
And “A Key to the Highway” for the king on the harp
Play “Marching Through Georgia” and “Dumbarton’s Drums”
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play “Love Me Or Leave Me” by the great Bud Powell
Play “The Blood-stained Banner”, play “Murder Most Foul”
Not read through it yet.
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Post by B on Mar 29, 2020 22:09:05 GMT -5
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Post by B on Mar 30, 2020 11:10:16 GMT -5
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Post by ekauqodielak on May 9, 2020 19:18:53 GMT -5
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Post by Paul Bearer on Jun 11, 2020 18:25:11 GMT -5
Sweet - Fox on the RunI don't wanna know your name
'Cause you don't look the same
The way you did before
Okay, you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked all right before
Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a-running
Take a run and hide yourself away
(Foxy on the run)
Foxy, fox on the run and hideaway
You talk about just every band
But the names you drop are secondhand
I've heard it all before
I don't wanna know your name
'Cause you don't look the same
The way you did before
Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a-running
Take a run and hide yourself away
(Foxy on the run)
F-foxy, fox on the run and hideaway
F-foxy, fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a-running
Take a run and hide yourself away
(Foxy on the run)
F-foxy, fox on the run and hideaway
Fox on the run
Fox on the run
Fox on the run
Fox on the run
Fox on the runLink: The Story behind the secretive recording of the song
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Post by ekauqodielak on Mar 21, 2021 14:31:46 GMT -5
And there is more. In George Harrison's 1980 autobiography I, ME, MINE, he had a handwritten draft for a 1969 song called BADGE. One of the lines was: "(I told you 'bout our kid--now he's married to Mable (in a bottle and labled dis-abled.)" In the printed lyrics, the line reads: "Then I told you about 'our kid' now he's married to Mabel." Who is 'our kid'? Harrison did mention that Ringo came in--drunk--and offered a line for the song. But I've never read anywhere that he was labeled disabled. In Eric Idle and Neil Innes' 1978 satire of the Beatles--The Rutles in ALL YOU NEED IS CASH--they talk where the ex-Rutles are today and they had the John Lennon character--Ron Nasty--in a wheelchair. But I've never seen anything about John really being disabled. That leaves Paul. In Paul's brother's 1981 book THE MACS, Michael McCartney mentions Paul as "our kid" several times. The "married to Mabel in a bottle" line is a reference to a Carling Black Label beer's--a Canadian beer popular in England--ad campaign of the 1950's and '60's that had a character named Mabel and the jingle was--"Hey, Mabel! Black Label! Carling Black Label beer!" This is a long way around to say that I think Paul was alive in 1969, disabled somehow, and drinking heavily. Whaddya think? 13 years late on this post, but [raises hand], I agree that one of the Pauls, maybe the one who became John Halliday or maybe the one who is shown in the reflection on the piano in Broadstreet or maybe the very heavy set one, almost always with his right eye closed, seen rarely and usually when so with Linda but who was present at Apple and photographed when they signed the disbanding documents, lost or maybe never had a right leg and might've needed a chair sometimes or often, especially, if he was stone drunk sometimes or often. |
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Post by B on Mar 21, 2021 21:12:22 GMT -5
interesting lyrics all around Eric Clapton - Badge [Eric Clapton’s Crossroads 2019] (Official Live Video)www.youtube.com/watch?v=SM0NQroxuoQ --------- theeshrimpking Jul 13, 2011 Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car. Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far. And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table. I told you not to wander 'round in the dark. I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park. Then I told you 'bout our kid, now he's married to Mabel. Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down. Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round? And you better pick yourself up from the ground Before they bring the curtain down, Yes, before they bring the curtain down. Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you. She didn't have the time to wait in the queue. She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle. |
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Post by ekauqodielak on Mar 22, 2021 16:39:31 GMT -5
interesting lyrics all around Eric Clapton - Badge [Eric Clapton’s Crossroads 2019] (Official Live Video)www.youtube.com/watch?v=SM0NQroxuoQ --------- theeshrimpking Jul 13, 2011 Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car. Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far. And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table. I told you not to wander 'round in the dark. I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park. Then I told you 'bout our kid, now he's married to Mabel. Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down. Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round? And you better pick yourself up from the ground Before they bring the curtain down, Yes, before they bring the curtain down. Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you. She didn't have the time to wait in the queue. She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle. This song bugs me. It sounds like it’s missing a final verse. |
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Post by B on Mar 23, 2021 13:04:03 GMT -5
Always struck me that way too.
Maybe it's meant to suggest unfinished business of some sort.
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Post by ekauqodielak on Mar 23, 2021 22:13:11 GMT -5
Always struck me that way too. Maybe it's meant to suggest unfinished business of some sort. |
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Post by B on Mar 25, 2021 23:40:32 GMT -5
The Memoirs of Billy Shears book hints that this is a PID (PWR) song. Looking at the lyrics, that makes sense to me. The lyrics in light blue were taken from a Buffalo Springfield song called "Questions" and added to this song. The "thousand dreams" would be Paul's dreams of his impending death. Crosby Stills Nash & Young - Carry Onwww.youtube.com/watch?v=HbVr4Nmf-wQ -------- SLoWBoX Jun 20, 2020 -----------Carry On Writer/s: STEPHEN STILLS One morning I woke up and I knew You were really gone (Paul was gone)A new day, a new way, and new eyes To see the dawn. Go your way, I'll go mine and Carry on The sky is clearing and the night Has cried enough The sun, he come, the world To soften up Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but To carry on The fortunes of fables are able To sing the song Now witness the quickness with which We get along To sing the blues you've got to live the dues and Carry on Carry on Love is coming Love is coming to us all Where are you going now my love?
Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness?
Will you bring me sorrow?
Oh, the questions of a thousand dreams
What you do and what you see
Lover can you talk to me?
Girl when I was on my own
Chasing you down
What was it made you run?
Trying your best just to get around.
The questions of a thousand dreams
What you do and what you see
Lover can you talk to me? |
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Post by B on Mar 26, 2021 11:22:26 GMT -5
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Post by B on Apr 5, 2021 21:29:48 GMT -5
probably NOT a PID song, but - who knows? - may tie in with "Ruby Tuesday"  Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Ruby, dont take your love to townwww.youtube.com/watch?v=IrmZFmfRvUY -------- musicianportal Aug 31, 2016 |
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Post by B on Apr 7, 2021 18:45:20 GMT -5
a hint in the Billy Shears book that this could be one: Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac (lyrics) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Foreigner - Double Vision (Official Music Video) (why not?  )www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7tIM6ALkWI -------- SIMAXOXO Mar 12, 2017 could be  |
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Post by B on May 23, 2022 19:11:53 GMT -5
Holy crap!!!  "The Red Telephone" Writer(s): Arthur Lee Sitting on the hillside Watching all the people die I'll feel much better on the other side I'll thumb a ride I believe in magic Why? Because it is so quick I don't need power when I'm hypnotized Look in my eyes What are you seeing? (I see...) How do you feel? I'll feel real phony when my name is Phil
Or was that Bill?(Sha-la-lala-lala-lala-lah) Life goes on here (Sha-la-lala-lala-lala-lah) Day after day I don't know if I am living or if I'm
Supposed to beSometimes my life is so eerie And if you think I'm happy Paint me (white) (yellow) (pink) (Sha-la-lala-lala-lala-lah) I've been here once (Sha-la-lala-lala-lala-lah) I've been here twice I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the The fifth's to fix Sometimes I deal with numbers And if you wanna count me Count me (out) (in)I don't need the times of day Any time with me's OK I just don't want you using up my time 'Cause that's not right Ahh... They're locking them up today They're throwing away the key I wonder who it will be tomorrow, you or me? They're locking them up today They're throwing away the key I wonder who it'll be tomorrow, you or me? They're locking them up today They're throwing away the key I wonder who it will be tomorrow, you or me? We're all normal and we want our freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom I want my freedom All of God's childrens gotta have their freedom |
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Post by B on May 23, 2022 19:13:05 GMT -5
Holy crap!!!  "The Red Telephone" Writer(s): Arthur Lee Sitting on the hillside Watching all the people die I'll feel much better on the other side I'll thumb a ride I believe in magic Why? Because it is so quick I don't need power when I'm hypnotized Look in my eyes What are you seeing? (I see...) How do you feel? I'll feel real phony when my name is Phil
Or was that Bill?(Sha-la-lala-lala-lala-lah) Life goes on here (Sha-la-lala-lala-lala-lah) Day after day I don't know if I am living or if I'm
Supposed to beSometimes my life is so eerie And if you think I'm happy Paint me (white) (yellow) (pink) (Sha-la-lala-lala-lala-lah) I've been here once (Sha-la-lala-lala-lala-lah) I've been here twice I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the The fifth's to fix Sometimes I deal with numbers And if you wanna count me Count me (out) (in)I don't need the times of day Any time with me's OK I just don't want you using up my time 'Cause that's not right Ahh... They're locking them up today They're throwing away the key I wonder who it will be tomorrow, you or me? They're locking them up today They're throwing away the key I wonder who it'll be tomorrow, you or me? They're locking them up today They're throwing away the key I wonder who it will be tomorrow, you or me? We're all normal and we want our freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom I want my freedom All of God's childrens gotta have their freedom ---------------- "The Red Telephone" Writer(s): Arthur Lee Well, I always wondered what the Canyonites knew about the Mersey Beats. This song clears it up. A smoking gun that the Canyonites knew about Mersey band oddities, with the references to "phony", then "Phil" and "Bill". Yep, Holy Crap, Letter B. They knew who and what was holed up over in Benedict Canyon. I believe The Byrds visited the Beatles in Benedict Canyon, so I suppose these lyrics shouldn't come as a surprise. Can't find much on potential interpretations to this song. And in the material I can find, no one takes a stab at the references to "phony" and "Phil" and "Bill". But what the heck else could it mean? It is a blatant reference to the GOAT band. The song, released in 1967, was on the Forever Changes album, produced by Bruce Botnik. From my own knowledge, Botnik was only the sound engineer for the Doors at the time. Elektra had hired Paul Rothchild as the Doors producer, though Botnik did produce the L.A. Woman album when a disgusted Rothchild walked out of the L.A. Woman sessions. Apparently, Botnik decided to bring in the Wrecking Crew to assist with Love's Forever Changes album. The title "The Red Telephone", in my opinion, clearly refers to the phone used to convey high level intelligence. People seem to believe that Lee was poking fun at the hippie counter-culture in this song, with references to Freedom, Freedom, I want my Freedom. Could be. Morrison, Lee's record label mate, did this in Five to One. "Your ballroom days are over baby, night is drawing near", then "With a flower in your hand, trying to tell me no one understands. Trade in your hours for a handful dimes". Funny, how things went from "I want my Freedom", to simply, "I want my MTV". |
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Post by ekauqodielak on Nov 6, 2022 19:36:17 GMT -5
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Post by B on Nov 7, 2022 11:08:07 GMT -5
Too Late lyrics:
Well, whether there was a murder I don't know I wasn't there
I was busy visiting a friend in jail
There were just two women on the scene at the time
Neither one of 'em saw a thing
Both of 'em were wearing veils
They said it was a natural situation
He reached too high and tumbled back to the ground
You know what they say about being nice to people on your way up
You might meet 'em again on your way back down
[Refrain]
But its too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
He had a brother named Paul
Hang out at the cafe royal
Where Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixed
Well, he's pretty to look at
Looking for someone to throw the book at
But you know that he drinks and drinks can be fixed
Sing me one more song about your summer romance
I know you don't know motherless children
Sing me the one about you and Errol Flynn
In these times of compassion
Where conformity's a fashion
Say one more stupid thing to me
Before the final nail is driven in
[Refrain]
But its too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
Dr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroom
He's a retired businessman
Who feeds off everyone he's touched
He gives money to the church and foundations for research
He's not someone you can play around with to much
But then there's Rosetta Blake
Who's been to both sides of the lake
She's rough to look at
But she's righteously fit
She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed
You won't have to worry about sleeping face down with your head in the plate
[Refrain]
But its too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
You'll arrange to see your man tonight
Who tells you some secret things you think might open some doors
How to enter the gates of paradise
No not really
More like how to go crazy from carrying a burden that's never meant to be yours
From the stage they'll be doing the bumps and the grinds
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, and build big universities to study in
And sing amazing grace all the way to the Swiss bank
[Refrain]
But its too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
They got some serious people out there man
They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue
They don't come to party man
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young
They don't believe in mercy and judgment on them is something you'll never see
They can put your face on a postage stamp
Turn your home into a armed camp
Anyway they want you
That's the way you'll be
But its too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
Yes I loved him too
I still see him in my mind climbing up that hill
Or was it a wall
I don't recall
It don't matter at all honey
And it never will
Ain't nothin' left here partner
Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades
From now on this will be where you're from
Let the dead bury the dead
Your time will come
Feel that hot iron glowing now as your raise the shades
But its too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
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Post by kvo on Nov 7, 2022 16:24:34 GMT -5
Too Late lyrics: Well, whether there was a murder I don't know I wasn't there I was busy visiting a friend in jail There were just two women on the scene at the time Neither one of 'em saw a thing Both of 'em were wearing veils They said it was a natural situation He reached too high and tumbled back to the ground You know what they say about being nice to people on your way up You might meet 'em again on your way back down [Refrain] But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back He had a brother named Paul Hang out at the cafe royal Where Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixed Well, he's pretty to look at Looking for someone to throw the book at But you know that he drinks and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song about your summer romance I know you don't know motherless children Sing me the one about you and Errol Flynn In these times of compassion Where conformity's a fashion Say one more stupid thing to me Before the final nail is driven in [Refrain] But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back Dr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroom He's a retired businessman Who feeds off everyone he's touched He gives money to the church and foundations for research He's not someone you can play around with to much But then there's Rosetta Blake Who's been to both sides of the lake She's rough to look at But she's righteously fit She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed You won't have to worry about sleeping face down with your head in the plate [Refrain] But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back You'll arrange to see your man tonight Who tells you some secret things you think might open some doors How to enter the gates of paradise No not really More like how to go crazy from carrying a burden that's never meant to be yours From the stage they'll be doing the bumps and the grinds A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks They like to take all this money from sin, and build big universities to study in And sing amazing grace all the way to the Swiss bank [Refrain] But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back They got some serious people out there man They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue They don't come to party man They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young They don't believe in mercy and judgment on them is something you'll never see They can put your face on a postage stamp Turn your home into a armed camp Anyway they want you That's the way you'll be But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back Yes I loved him too I still see him in my mind climbing up that hill Or was it a wall I don't recall It don't matter at all honey And it never will Ain't nothin' left here partner Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades From now on this will be where you're from Let the dead bury the dead Your time will come Feel that hot iron glowing now as your raise the shades But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back The Errol Flynn reference reminds me of one of Michelle's posts. Positing that Flynn was the painted image of a man who never existed. And a brother named Paul? Several of them had brothers named Paul, I believe. Yet, something here has to be real. Pauline Sutcliffe says that after her brother remained behind in Germany with Astrid, he wrote to Pauline. He instructed her most emphatically to stay away from the Cavern and away from the Beatles. That they were a "bad lot". Of course, this would have been AFTER Stu had received what may have been his fatal blow to the head. Her brother's admonishment came too late. She'd already attended an all night party at which Paul and John were also present. They completely ignored her all night, though they (supposedly) knew her well and had been in her parents' home many times. I keep turning things in that book over and over in my mind. More puzzle pieces..... |
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Post by ekauqodielak on Nov 7, 2022 19:56:42 GMT -5
Too Late lyrics: Well, whether there was a murder I don't know I wasn't there I was busy visiting a friend in jail [Percy's Song]There were just two women on the scene at the time Neither one of 'em saw a thing Both of 'em were wearing veils They said it was a natural situation He reached too high and tumbled back to the ground You know what they say about being nice to people on your way up You might meet 'em again on your way back down [Refrain] But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back He had a brother named Paul [twin?]Hang out at the cafe royalWhere Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixed Well, he's pretty to look at Looking for someone to throw the book at But you know that he drinks and drinks can 't be fixed Sing me one more song about your summer romance I know you don't know motherless childrenSing me the one about you and Errol Flynn In these times of compassion Where conformity's a fashion Say one more stupid thing to me Before the final nail is driven in [Refrain] But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back Dr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroom [who?]He's a retired businessman Who feeds off everyone he's touched He gives money to the church and foundations for research He's not someone you can play around with to much But then there's Rosetta Blake [Loretta Martin?]Who's been to both sides of the lake [sex change?]She's rough to look at But she's righteously fit She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed You won't have to worry about sleeping face down with your head in the plate [what is this referencing?][Refrain] But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back You'll arrange to see your man tonight Who tells you some secret things you think might open some doors How to enter the gates of paradise No not really More like how to go crazy from carrying a burden that's never meant to be yours [carry that weight]From the stage they'll be doing the bumps and the grinds A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks They like to take all this money from sin, and build big universities to study in And sing amazing grace all the way to the Swiss bank [the CIA is financed by Switzerland][Refrain] But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back They got some serious people out there man They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue They don't come to party man They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young They don't believe in mercy and judgment on them is something you'll never see They can put your face on a postage stamp Turn your home into a armed camp Anyway they want you
That's the way you'll beBut its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back Yes I loved him too I still see him in my mind climbing up that hillOr was it a wall [Pink Floyd]I don't recall It don't matter at all honey And it never will Ain't nothin' left here partner Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades [Lonely Hearts Club]From now on this will be where you're from Let the dead bury the dead Your time will come Feel that hot iron glowing now as your raise the shades [Maxwell's Silver Hammer]But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back The Errol Flynn reference reminds me of one of Michelle's posts. Positing that Flynn was the painted image of a man who never existed. And a brother named Paul? Several of them had brothers named Paul, I believe. Yet, something here has to be real. Pauline Sutcliffe says that after her brother remained behind in Germany with Astrid, he wrote to Pauline. He instructed her most emphatically to stay away from the Cavern and away from the Beatles. That they were a "bad lot". Of course, this would have been AFTER Stu had received what may have been his fatal blow to the head. Her brother's admonishment came too late. She'd already attended an all night party at which Paul and John were also present. They completely ignored her all night, though they (supposedly) knew her well and had been in her parents' home many times. I keep turning things in that book over and over in my mind. More puzzle pieces..... Tell more about Flynn not existing. |
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Post by kvo on Nov 8, 2022 11:52:18 GMT -5
The Errol Flynn reference reminds me of one of Michelle's posts. Positing that Flynn was the painted image of a man who never existed. And a brother named Paul? Several of them had brothers named Paul, I believe. Yet, something here has to be real. Pauline Sutcliffe says that after her brother remained behind in Germany with Astrid, he wrote to Pauline. He instructed her most emphatically to stay away from the Cavern and away from the Beatles. That they were a "bad lot". Of course, this would have been AFTER Stu had received what may have been his fatal blow to the head. Her brother's admonishment came too late. She'd already attended an all night party at which Paul and John were also present. They completely ignored her all night, though they (supposedly) knew her well and had been in her parents' home many times. I keep turning things in that book over and over in my mind. More puzzle pieces..... Tell more about Flynn not existing. Here's the thread. Michelle doesn't say much. But as for Rosetta and Loretta being one and the same - I think we can all buy into that notion. They say it right here at the start of this recording of "Get Back". "Rosetta, Rosetta". The Rosetta Stone, with its "Memphis Decree", fell into British possession at some point, and is thought to be the key to modern understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphics. Surely, this has been mentioned here before. Memphis is certainly a significant city for rock and rollers. Elvis Presley, the Beatles escaping Memphis, Sun Records, then there's Credence, who sang this at the Royal Albert Hall, "Seven thirty-seven coming outta the sky, won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, I wanna move". Playin' in a Travelin' Band, alright. |
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