Song lyrics that either hit home or have personal meaning

[diebitter]

I am profoundly moved by The Beatles 'Golden Slumbers' (or more properly the three joined songs on Abbey Road that start with 'Golden Slumbers') in a very profound way. It's like the perfect song about fatherhood and being in a family, and what being a real and devoted father and husband is all about, warts and all, without being overt about it in any way.


Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby




Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time

I never give you my pillow
I only send you my invitation
And in the middle of the celebrations
I break down

Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you gotta carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time

Oh yeah, all right
Are you going to be in my dreams
Tonight?


And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

[KilgoreTrout]

Serious response:
Faith No More's "A Small Victory," the last verses in particular. There are many levels to this song, but the simple subject is how we deal with losing. I'm very competitive and can lose myself in play. I have a tendency to be a sore loser especially if, to use a poker analogy, I play my hand right and still lose. The final verse is a sort of mantra that I can use when facing the wrong end of the draw. Sort of like, "why bother getting upset? They won't hear you anyway."

On another level it's about others' expectations for us and how our culture measures success. We tend to value winners. Whether it's the team captain or the class valedictorian. We forget that there are lessons to learn in losing, and that how we react to falling short is entirely within our own control. Anyway:

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A hierarhcy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut


A cracking portrait
The fondling of trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury? A sore winner
But I'll just keep my mouth shut


It shouldn't bother me
But it does

The small victories
The cankers and medallions
The little nothings
They keep me thinking that someday
I might beat you
But I'll just keep my mouth shut


It shouldn't bother me
But it does


IF I SPEAK AT ONE CONSTANT VOLUME
AT ONE CONSTANT PITCH
AT ONE CONSONANT RHYTHM RIGHT INTO YOUR EAR,
YOU STILL WON'T HEAR, YOU STILL WON'T HEAR



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Funny response:
There's a song on Faith No More's Album of the Year called "Got That Feeling." It's typical of Mike Patton lyrics in that the meaning is open to interpretation. I think Patton is comparing risky flatulence to playing the lottery.

[ QUOTE ]

Got that feeling
Luck is just a little of it
Got that feeling
I can't stop winning


A to Z
Look what you're missing, as we speak
Your number's rising, take a peak
There's just enough to go around, get a piece
Your own little piece of hell


Got that feeling
Loving every minute of it
Got that feeling
I can't stop winning


Have a drink
A pot of coffee, cannot think
Too many friends here, just an inch
Between striking out and striking rich, just a risk
One I'll take and take again...

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[odellthurman]

From Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash:

I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die

These lyrics always remind me of when I used to live in Reno.

[Stagger_Lee]

Good lyrics speak for themselves.

Givin' The Dog A Bone

[batair]

A lot of Dylan fans don't like this song because they say it's to repetitive and drawn out.Dylan said it was the only song that he ever regretted making because it's so harsh to the sister.
But the reason i like this song is the brutally honest lyrics about lost love and making mistakes in relationships that you can't recover from.

Another Side of Bob Dylan - Ballad In Plain D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGG9g...B8&index=9

I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze.
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn.
I courted her proudly but now she is gone,
Gone as the season she's taken.

Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away
From her mother and sister, though close did they stay.
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day,
With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Of the two sisters, I loved the young.
With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one.
The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone
By the jealousy of others around her.

For her parasite sister, I had no respect,
Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect.
Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her society.

Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused,
The changes I was going through can't even be used,
For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose
The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime.

With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped,
Noticing not that I'd already slipped
To a sin of love's false security.

From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace,
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies,
Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please,
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"

And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen,
The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream.
At the peak of the night, the king and the queen
Tumbled all down into pieces.

"The tragic figure!" her sister did shout,
"Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!"
And I in my armor, turning about
And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness.

Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Her sister and I in a screaming battleground.
And she in between, the victim of sound,
Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows.

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.
I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.
My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me.

The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet.
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is.

Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously,
"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"

[Runkmud]

On my depressed days, nothing hits me more than Trouble by Cat Stevens. I sometimes associate it with the death of my father, but I think that might just be because I also associate it with the scene in Harold and Maude when Maude commits suicide. More aptly I think it just has to do with the black cloud that depression can bring.

Trouble by Cat Stevens

Trouble
Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it's too much too much for me

Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You're eating my heart away
And there's nothing much left of me

I've drunk your wine
You have made your world mine
So won't you be fair
So won't you be fair

I don't want no more of you
So won't you be kind to me
Just let me go where
I'll have to go there

Trouble
Oh trouble move away
I have seen your face
and it's too much for me today

Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You have made me a wreck
Now won't you leave me in my misery

I've seen your eyes
and I can see death's disguise
Hangin' on me
Hangin' on me

I'm beat, I'm torn
Shattered and tossed and worn
Too shocking to see
Too shocking to see

Trouble
Oh trouble move from me
I have paid my debt
Now won't you leave me in my misery

Trouble
Oh trouble please be kind
I don't want no fight
And I haven't got a lot of time

[SkinnyLittleTwig]

"Now they call you prince charming
can't speak a word when you're full of ludes.
Said you'll be all right come tomorrow
but tomorrow might not be here for you"

My dad was pretty big on chasing random tail after his divorce. Died abruptly with 0.47 % alcohol in his blood.

[whiskeytown]

Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
sometimes I don't even know the reason why
but I guess I'll keep a gambling, lots of booze and lots of rambling
it's easier then just waiting around to die

Townes Van Zandt - Waitin' Around to Die

[Glo]

Okay, this is sad &/or corny, your choice.

I grew up loving Winnie the Pooh. Dumb bear you can't help but love during all stages of your life.. I now have a daughter who's taken a liking to this dumb old bear. What I'm trying to get at is that I feel like I've lost my childhood but atleast I get to watch someone else enjoy it from the sidelines.... .sad that your childhood is gone, but happy that you've given the opportunity for someone else to enjoy one.

Whatever, I still love this song. *bolded part is the part that really hits me*

Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I've wandered much further today than I should
And I can't seem to find my way back to the Wood

So help me if you can
I've got to get back
To the House at Pooh Corner by one
You'd be surprised
There's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh

Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
He came to me asking help and advice
From here no one knows where he goes
So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there
How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear

It's hard to explain how a few precious things
Seem to follow throughout all our lives
After all's said and done I was watching my son
Sleeping there with my bear by his side
So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going
I swear that the old bear whispered "Boy welcome home"

Return to Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins

[Coffee]

Sarah McLachlan wrote this song while she was on the road. I heard her say that it's basically the way the musician always feels...which, for me, at least, is true. This song also has quite a bit of personal meaning for me, because local radio stations in Bryan-College Station did memorials for the Texas A&M Bonfire Collapse in '99 using this song, intersplicing quotes from people they'd interviewed in between the verses. Since I was present at the collapse, and was greatly affected by it, this song has a double whammy of meaning for me.

Angel
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight

(Chorus)
In the arms of the angel
Far away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

(Chorus)
In the arms of the angel
Far away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here