Song Phrasing

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    September 7, 2010 8:22 AM PDT
    We all listen to music. The power of music always amazes me. It can stir us to tears and it can stir us to draw blood. It can make you dance it can make you run. It can even make you sleep. Coupled with this power some of the great song writters can change the course of history with the proper use of a phrase. I have always tried to listen intently to what the author is saying and many times they really get to me.

    OK so now I am wondering does this happen to you. Did you ever hear a phrase or few words in the lyrics that moved you, either good or bad. Or did it awaken a desire, maybe it was an eyeopener for you. So come on and share one, no need to explain if you don't want to but at least tell us what words moved you. If you know also list the writer. Performers are important but the WRITER gave the song birth.


    I will start with one (jeeze I could probably list a hundred) from Steve Goodman, City of New Orleans.

    And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
    Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel

    When I first heard this it brought to realization that our parents dreams are not the same as our dreams. Life evolves.

  • September 7, 2010 9:15 AM PDT
    I started drinkin', took things that messed up my thinkin', I was sure sinkin' when you came along.
    I was alone in the hot lights, not too much left inside, but you changed all that one night, when you sang me this song...... Hank Jr. - The Blues Man

    After three failed marriages, dealing with violence on a daily basis and a slow decline into solitary, closet-alcoholism, Anastasia got me back on track. Then came the tribe and I was reborn to face the new challenges that a real family brings......
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    September 7, 2010 10:10 AM PDT
    I left my heart to the sappers 'round KheSan
    And i sold my soul with my cigarette,to the black market man.
    I've had to Vietnam cold turkey,from the ocean to the silver city.
    And its only other Vets could understand
    Bout the long forgotten dockside guarantees
    How there were no V day heroes in 1973
    How we sailed into Sydney harbour, I saw an old freind but i couldnt kiss her
    And she was lined,and i was home to the lucky land
    She was like so many more from that time on
    Their lives were all so empty,until they found their chosen one
    And their legs were often open but their minds were always closed
    And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
    And the legal pads were yellow,hours long paypackets lean
    and the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
    The carparks made me jumpy and i never stopped the dreams
    Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
    So i worked across the country from end to end
    I tried to find a place to settle down,where my mixed up life would mend
    Held a job on an oil rig a'flyin choppers when i could
    But the night life nearly drove me around the bend
    And i've travelled around the world from year to year
    Each one found me aimless,one more year the worse for ware
    And ive been back to South East Asia, you know the answer sure aint there
    So im drifting north to check things out again
    Well the last plane outta Sydney's almost gone
    And only 7 flying hours and i'll be landing in hong kong
    And there aint nothing like the kisses from a jaded Chinese princess
    I'm gonna hit some hong kong matress all night long
    Well the last plane outta Sydney's almost gone.

    Cold Chisels way of showing how Vietnam Vets in Australia tried to come to grips with things. i know alot of Vets and this is like our unofficial national anthem...always gives me a chil down my spine and makes me proud to be a bloody Aussie
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    September 7, 2010 10:18 AM PDT
    There's an inner thing in every man,
    Do you know this thing my friend?
    > It has withstood the blows of a million years,
    And will do so to the end.

    It was born when time did not exist,
    And it grew up out of life,
    It cut down evil's strangling vines,
    Like a slashing searing knife.

    It lit fires when fires were not,
    And burnt the mind of man,
    Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
    From the time that time began.

    It wept by the waters of Babylon,
    And when all men were a loss,
    It screeched in writhing agony,
    And it hung bleeding from the Cross.

    It died in Rome by lion and sword,
    And in defiant cruel array,
    When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'
    Along the Appian Way.

    It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,
    And frightened lord and king,
    And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
    As e'er a living thing.

    It smiled in holy innocence,
    Before conquistadors of old,
    So meek and tame and unaware,
    Of the deathly power of gold.

    It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
    And stormed the old Bastille,
    And marched upon the serpent's head,
    And crushed it 'neath its heel.

    It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
    And starved by moons of rain,
    Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,
    But it will come to rise again.

    It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
    As it was knelt upon the ground,
    And it died in great defiance,
    As they coldly shot it down.

    It is found in every light of hope,
    It knows no bounds nor space
    It has risen in red and black and white,
    It is there in every race.

    It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
    It screams in tyrants' eyes,
    It has reached the peak of mountains high,
    It comes searing 'cross the skies.

    It lights the dark of this prison cell,
    It thunders forth its might,
    It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
    The thought that says 'I'm right!'

    The most powerful words I have ever read, written by an Irishman man dying in a british prison, I think it speaks for those who will stand up and fight for their rights,and the rights of others. A wee bit like the song "we shall overcome", ....the little guy has a say too.
  • September 7, 2010 10:19 AM PDT
    BOOF wrote...
    I left my heart to the sappers 'round KheSan
    And i sold my soul with my cigarette,to the black market man.
    I've had to Vietnam cold turkey,from the ocean to the silver city.
    And its only other Vets could understand
    Bout the long forgotten dockside guarantees
    How there were no V day heroes in 1973
    How we sailed into Sydney harbour, I saw an old freind but i couldnt kiss her
    And she was lined,and i was home to the lucky land
    She was like so many more from that time on
    Their lives were all so empty,until they found their chosen one
    And their legs were often open but their minds were always closed
    And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
    And the legal pads were yellow,hours long paypackets lean
    and the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
    The carparks made me jumpy and i never stopped the dreams
    Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
    So i worked across the country from end to end
    I tried to find a place to settle down,where my mixed up life would mend
    Held a job on an oil rig a'flyin choppers when i could
    But the night life nearly drove me around the bend
    And i've travelled around the world from year to year
    Each one found me aimless,one more year the worse for ware
    And ive been back to South East Asia, you know the answer sure aint there
    So im drifting north to check things out again
    Well the last plane outta Sydney's almost gone
    And only 7 flying hours and i'll be landing in hong kong
    And there aint nothing like the kisses from a jaded Chinese princess
    I'm gonna hit some hong kong matress all night long
    Well the last plane outta Sydney's almost gone.

    Cold Chisels way of showing how Vietnam Vets in Australia tried to come to grips with things. i know alot of Vets and this is like our unofficial national anthem...always gives me a chil down my spine and makes me proud to be a bloody Aussie
     


    I never heard this before.

    It gave me a chill also.

    Not at all unlike the journey of the American VN vet.

    Thanks for the post, mate, and my regards to all my Aussie brothers in arms...

  • September 7, 2010 10:26 AM PDT
    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the Horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds and shall find me unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.


    Poem by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903).
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    September 7, 2010 10:27 AM PDT
    I’ve long since retired, my son's moved away
    I called him up just the other day........
    I said "I'd like to see you if you don’t mind"
    He said "I'd love to Dad, if I could find the time.
    You see my new jobs a hassle, and the kids have the flu.
    But It's sure nice talking to you, Dad,
    It's been sure nice talking to you........"
    And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
    He'd grown up just like me,
    My boy was just like me..............


    Yeah, everytime I call my oldest and he has to say, got to run, call you later, or this weekends not good, maybe in a couple of weeks.  Just makes me think back to those things that I thought were more important than spending time with him.  Now I realize they weren't.

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    September 7, 2010 10:27 AM PDT
    No worries mate look it up ....Cold Chisel Khe San.......its a great tune mate... Cheers
  • September 7, 2010 10:35 AM PDT

    Guaranteed to send me reaching for a Kleenex:

    The strains of Taps by a lone bugler...

    Amazing Grace by a lone piper...

    and these lyrics sung by the West Point Glee Club, from the film, "We Were Soldiers."
     

    To fallen soldiers let us sing,

    Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing,

    Our broken brothers let us bring

    To the Mansions of the Lord.

    No more bleeding, no more fight,

    No prayers pleading through the night,

    Just divine embrace, eternal light

    In the Mansions of the Lord.

    Where no mothers cry and no children weep,

    We will stand and guard though the angels sleep,

    Oh through the ages safely keep,

    The Mansions of the Lord.

    Lyrics by Randall Wallace/Music by Nick Glennie Smith

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKJQqil23_o />  

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    September 7, 2010 11:05 AM PDT
    Mama told me when I was young
    Come sit beside me, my only son
    And listen closely to what I say.
    And if you do this
    It will help you some sunny day.
    Take your time... Don't live too fast,
    Troubles will come and they will pass.
    Go find a woman and you'll find love,
    And don't forget son,
    There is someone up above.

    [Chorus]
    And be a simple kind of man.
    Be something you love and understand.
    Be a simple kind of man.
    Won't you do this for me son,
    If you can?

    Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
    All that you need is in your soul,
    And you can do this if you try.
    All that I want for you my son,
    Is to be satisfied.
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    September 7, 2010 11:11 AM PDT
    My Mama and I used to go to Trackside Tavern in Decatur, GA before Amy and Emily made it "big."  We'd sit and drink beer with them and just have a good time.  We saw them rarely after "Closer to Fine" came out on VH1 because they were always so busy, but the song below has special meaning to us.  It mentions the town of Helen, GA, which was the last ride my Mama, step-dad, and I went on before she died.  We drank cider and got boiled peanuts (in a bag of course), which I detest, but I ate some with Mama anyway because she offered them to me.  Mama was a Yankee, born in NY, but was a southerner at heart, so the line "When God made me born a Yankee, he was teasing," fit her perfectly.  It was like Amy wrote the song just for her.

    Anytime I listen to the song, it brings back such wonderful memories for me.  I miss her, but she remains with me in so many ways.  She gave me up for adoption at birth and we met just before I turned 21 in December of 1988.  She was killed July 31, 1993, not even five years after we met.  We had a lot of songs that we listened to, but the one below, is my absolute favorite because it was so, "her."  I go back to Atlanta occasionally, but haven't returned to Trackside since her death.  We used to go to the Freight Room as well (right across the street), which was the old train depot turned into a bar and resturant (sp?) but it's since closed and in bad shape.  Lot of good memories there, but the music lingers in my brain and in my heart and when I miss her the most, it's this song that I sing.



    Performed by: Indigo Girls
    Written by: Emily Ann Saliers

    Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
    Light the bayou with our tailights in the night
    800 miles to El Paso from the stateline
    And we never had the money for the flight
    In the backseat sleepy from our travels
    Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
    Dirty from the diesel fumes drinking coffee black
    When the first breath of Texas comes in clean

    And there's something bout the Southland in the springtime
    Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
    Though I miss her when I'm gone, it won't ever be too long
    Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
    When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
    There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
    Than the Southland in the springtime

    In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
    Beneath the quilt somebody's mother made by hand
    And the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
    And the peachtrees stitched across the land
    There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
    Boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers

    And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky
    A song that winter wrote this melody lingers

    And there's something bout the Southland in the springtime
    Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
    Though I miss her when I'm gone, it won't ever be too long
    Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
    When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
    There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
    Than the Southland in the springtime



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    September 7, 2010 11:37 AM PDT
    This is my favorite ever
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    September 7, 2010 12:19 PM PDT

    WOW, as I expected, Music and Lyrics are possibly the most powerfull thing to move the soul..

    Thanks for all the sharing!!!!


    For you folks Down Under one of your countrymen wrote in my opinion the absolute best "Anti War" song EVER!!!

    Eric Bogle - No Mans Land...
    Here are the lyrics and a recording (sorry for the poor quality).

    Well, how'd you do, Private William McBride?
    Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
    I'll rest here awhile in the warm summer sun,
    I've been walking all day, Lord, and I'm nearly done.
    And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
    When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916--
    Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean,
    Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?


    Chorus:
    Did they beat the drum slowly,
    Did they sound the fife lowly,
    Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
    Did the bugles sing "The Last Post" in chorus?
    Did the pipes play "The Flowers of the Forest?"

    Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
    In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
    And, though you died back in 1916,
    To that loyal heart are you always 19?
    Or are you a stranger without even a name,
    Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
    In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
    And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

    The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
    The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
    The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
    No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
    But here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land
    The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
    To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
    And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

    And I can't help but wonder, now Willie McBride,
    Do all those who lie here know why they died?
    Did you really believe them when they told you 'The Cause?'
    Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
    Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
    The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,

    For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
    And again, and again, and again, and again




     

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    September 7, 2010 12:27 PM PDT

    A lifestyle long gone
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    September 7, 2010 12:36 PM PDT
    that version of sweet home is probably different than you have ever seen before only done 1 time that way
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    September 7, 2010 12:37 PM PDT
    Lucky wrote...
    I’ve long since retired, my son's moved away
    I called him up just the other day........
    I said "I'd like to see you if you don’t mind"
    He said "I'd love to Dad, if I could find the time.
    You see my new jobs a hassle, and the kids have the flu.
    But It's sure nice talking to you, Dad,
    It's been sure nice talking to you........"
    And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
    He'd grown up just like me,
    My boy was just like me..............


    Yeah, everytime I call my oldest and he has to say, got to run, call you later, or this weekends not good, maybe in a couple of weeks.  Just makes me think back to those things that I thought were more important than spending time with him.  Now I realize they weren't.

    Lucky, we share this sentiment. I was fortunate to have seen Harry several times while he was stille around. I loved his shows and ALL of his music. A little back story for ya one "Cats in the Craddle."

    At one of his conderts he told this story. The lyrics were mostly taken from a poem his wife wrote to him. It seems he too fell prey to the rat race and was never home to be with his kids. He said it changed him too.

    I will add another Harry Song here. It is titled "Flowers are Red." Here is what he said once on the Tonight Show when he first introduced this song.
    My friend received a report card for his son's school. And the teacher put in the comments "Your son marches to the beat of a different drummer. but don't worry we will have him joining the parade by the end of the term."

    He opened my eyes with this song and I never tried to limit a childs creativity again after hearing this.

    BTW this clip give an insight to how good an entertainer Harry was.



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    September 7, 2010 12:53 PM PDT
    This song was written by my brother JD Nash (the one who did Bring Me Your Tired) and Shawn Ames, his bandmate and very good friend of ours.  I'l be recording it on my upcoming CD.  No matter where I'm at or what I'm doing, I can think  of this song and it kind of brings my priorities back into perspective.  And thanks Rex, for this thread!!!

    And btw, I love my big bro...






    How You Gonna Be?

    Written and composed by

    Shawn Ames and J.D. Nash
    Copyright 2006


    How you gonna be somebody? How you gonna teach someone?
    How you gonna raise smart and good and healthy kids
    That raise smart and good kids of their own?
    How you gonna be? How you gonna be?

    How you gonna live your life? How you gonna overcome the stereotypes?
    Are you gonna sweat? Are you gonna dance?
    Are you gonna give the elders ways a chance?
    Oh wont you tell me
    How you gonna be? How you gonna be?

    How you gonna spend your days?
    How you gonna try and earn your neighbors praise?
    Are you gonna sing? Are you gonna pray?
    Are you gonna take the time to paint your face?
    Oh wont you tell me
    How you gonna be? How you gonna be?

    How you gonna be somebody? How you gonna teach someone?
    How you gonna raise smart and good and healthy kids
    That raise smart and good kids of their own?
    Wont you let me see
    How you gonna be? How you gonna be?

    Are you gonna waste your nights?
    Are you gonna drink and drive and start some fights
    Or are you gonna gather children to your side?
    Tell them stories - teach them pride?
    How you gonna be? How you gonna be?

    Will you climb a hill to leave tobacco ties?
    Will you get up early to watch the sun rise?
    Will you put down the bottle? Will you pick up the pipe?
    Will you bathe in the river to make it all right?
    Will you pierce yourself to the Sacred Tree?
    How you gonna be? How you gonna be?

    How you gonna be somebody? How you gonna teach someone?
    How you gonna raise smart and good and healthy kids
    That raise smart and good kids of their own?
    Wont you let me see
    How you gonna be? How you gonna be?

    Tie them eagle feathers in your hair - How you gonna be?
    Raise your medicine high in the air - How you gonna be?
    Live each day as who you are - How you gonna be?
    Return to the days of your elders far - How you gonna be?

    How you gonna be?
    How you gonna be?
    How you gonna be?
    How you gonna be?

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    September 7, 2010 1:08 PM PDT
    Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off....................... However, for some reason, I've just left the bar when that happens.
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    September 7, 2010 1:10 PM PDT
    Lucky wrote...
    I’ve long since retired, my son's moved away
    I called him up just the other day........
    I said "I'd like to see you if you don’t mind"
    He said "I'd love to Dad, if I could find the time.
    You see my new jobs a hassle, and the kids have the flu.
    But It's sure nice talking to you, Dad,
    It's been sure nice talking to you........"
    And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
    He'd grown up just like me,
    My boy was just like me..............


    Yeah, everytime I call my oldest and he has to say, got to run, call you later, or this weekends not good, maybe in a couple of weeks.  Just makes me think back to those things that I thought were more important than spending time with him.  Now I realize they weren't.



    Lucky..... You hit the nail right on the head. We share the exact same feelings towards this song.

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    September 7, 2010 1:54 PM PDT

    “Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?” - - -Tupac Shakur

    "Don't want to close my eyes
    I don't want to fall asleep
    'Cause I'd miss you, baby, and I don't want to miss a thing.
    'Cause even when I dream of you,
    The sweetest dream would never do
    I'd still miss you baby, and I don't want to miss a thing."
    - - - Aerosmith

    Johnny's daddy was taking him fishing
    when he was eight years old.
    a little girl came through the front gate
    holding a fishing pole
    his dad looked down and smiled
    said we can't leave her behind
    son I know you don't want her to go
    but someday you'll change your mind
    and Johnny said
    take Jimmy Johnson
    take Tommy Thompson
    take my best friend Bo-
    take anybody that you want as
    long as she don't go
    take any boy in the world
    daddy please- don't take the girl

    Same old boy
    same sweet girl
    ten years down the road
    he held her tight and kissed her lips
    in front of the picture show
    Stranger came and pulled a gun
    grabbed her by the arm
    said if you do what I tell you to do
    there won't be any harm
    and Johnny said
    take my money
    take my wallet
    take my credit cards
    here's the watch that my grandpa gave me
    here's the keys to my car
    mister give it a whirl
    but please-don't take the girl

    Same old boy
    same sweet girl
    five years down the road
    there's gonna be a little one
    and she says it's time to go
    docter says the baby's fine
    but you'll have to leave
    cause his momma's fading fast
    and Johnny hit his knees
    and there he prayed
    take the very breath you gave me
    take the heart from my chest
    I'll gladly take her place
    if you'll let me
    make this my last request
    take me out of this world
    God please-don't take the girl

    Johnny's daddy was taking him fishing
    when he was eight years old.
    - - - Tim McGraw


    That is my few. Could not whitle it down to one.

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    September 7, 2010 2:19 PM PDT
    I'm not a fan of Eminem, but my son is and he turned me on to this song a couple of weeks ago and considering the people who adopted me, it really hit home.  Same with his movie, 8 Mile, it hit home hard.

    I hope I edited all the "F" words...




    Where's my snare?
    I have no snare in my headphones
    There you go
    Yeah, yo, yo

    Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
    I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
    Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
    Sick as the mind of the motherf*ckin' kid that's behind

    All this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's explodin'
    Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin'
    Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
    Keep kickin' ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin'

    Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth
    See, they can trigger me but they'll never figure me out
    Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you momma?
    I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

    I'm sorry momma
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant to make you cry but tonight
    I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time

    I said, I'm sorry momma
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant to make you cry but tonight
    I'm cleanin' out my closet

    Ha, I got some skeletons in my closet
    And I don't know if no one knows it
    So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
    I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73

    Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' C.D.
    I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
    My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
    'Coz he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye

    No, I don't on second thought, I just f*ckin' wished he would die
    I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
    Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
    To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
    I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human
    But I'm man enough to face them today

    What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
    But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
    'Cuz I'da killed him, shit I woulda shot Kim and them both

    It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show'

    I'm sorry momma
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant to make you cry but tonight
    I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time

    I said, I'm sorry momma
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant to make you cry but tonight
    I'm cleanin' out my closet

    Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
    Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin'
    But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
    Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

    Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin'
    Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome
    My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
    'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach

    Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that C.D. for me Ma?
    So you could try to justify the way you treated me ma?
    But guess what? You're gettin older now and it's cold when you're lonely
    And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phony

    And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
    But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral
    See, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
    Bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom

    But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
    You selfish bitch, I hope you f*ckin' burn in hell for this shit
    Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
    Well, guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

    I'm sorry momma
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant to make you cry but tonight
    I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more time

    I said, I'm sorry momma
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant to make you cry but tonight
    I'm cleanin' out my closet

  • September 7, 2010 2:31 PM PDT
    words don't do much for me, heard my share of lies in my life. now the music, the harmony, harmonious discord, the play of one instrument to another. lenny, wishes were horses, life without you. that moves the soul
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    September 7, 2010 2:37 PM PDT
    I hear ya badinfluence, for me I guess I'm just the opposite.

    Music itself is beautiful, and I love all kinds, but words have been my escape since I was a kid. I play several instruments, but they just don't "do it" for me the way writing does. Does that make sense?
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    September 7, 2010 8:49 PM PDT
    Ok rex another that touched my heart
    Tears In Heaven
    by Eric Clapton and Will Jennings
    Would you know my name
    If I saw you in heaven?
    Would it be the same
    If I saw you in heaven?


    I must be strong
    And carry on,
    'Cause I know I don't belong
    Here in heaven.


    Would you hold my hand
    If I saw you in heaven?
    Would you help me stand
    If I saw you in heaven?


    I'll find my way
    Through night and day,
    'Cause I know I just can't stay
    Here in heaven.


    Time can bring you down,
    Time can bend your knees.
    Time can break your heart,
    Have you begging please, begging please.


    Beyond the door,
    There's peace I'm sure,
    And I know there'll be no more
    Tears in heaven.


    Would you know my name
    If I saw you in heaven?
    Would it be the same
    If I saw you in heaven?


    I must be strong
    And carry on,
    'Cause I know I don't belong
    Here in heaven.

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    September 8, 2010 2:30 AM PDT

    I love Toby Keith....LOVE ME IF YOU CAN.