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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 17 2014, 04:18 AM (117 Views) | |
| Webster | Jul 17 2014, 04:18 AM Post #1 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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Pressure --You have to learn to pace yourself Pressure You're just like everybody else Pressure You've only had to run so far So good But you will come to a place Where the only thing you feel Are loaded guns in your face And you'll have to deal with Pressure You used to call me paranoid Pressure But even you can not avoid Pressure You turned the tap dance into your crusade Now here you are with your faith And your Peter Pan advice You have no scars on your face And you cannot handle pressure All grown up and no place to go Psych 1, Psych 2 What do you know? All your life is Channel 13 Sesame Street What does it mean? I'll tell you what it means... Pressure Pressure Don't ask for help You're all alone Pressure You'll have to answer To your own Pressure I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale But here you are in the ninth Two men out and three men on Nowhere to look but inside Where we all respond to Pressure Pressure All your life is Time magazine I read it too What does it mean? Pressure I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale But here you are with your faith And your Peter Pan advice You have no scars on your face And you cannot handle pressure Pressure, pressure One, two, three, four Pressure |
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| Webster | Jul 17 2014, 04:21 AM Post #2 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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Goodnight Saigon --We met as soulmates On Parris Inland We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp As sharp as knives And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives. We came in spastic Like tameless horses We left in plastic As numbered corpses And we learned fast To travel light Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight We had no homefront We had no soft soap They sent us playboy They gave us bob hope We dug in deep And shot on sight And prayed to Jesus Christ with all of our might. We had no cameras To shoot the landscape We passed the hash pipe And played our Doors tapes And it was dark.. So dark at night And we held onto each other Like brother to bother We promised our mothers we'd write And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes we would all go down together. Remember Charlie? Remember Baker? They left their childhood On every acre And who was wrong, And who was right? It didn't matter in the thick of the fight We, held the day In the palm of our hands They, ruled the night And the night, seemed to last as long as six weeks On Parris Island We held the coastline They held the highland And they were sharp As sharp as knives They heard the hum of the mortars They counted the rotors And waited for us to arrive And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes we would all go down together. |
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| Webster | Mar 26 2015, 02:11 AM Post #3 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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My Life --Got a call from an old friend we'd used to be real close Said he couldn't go on the American way Closed the shop, sold the house, bought a ticket to the west coast Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A. I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home I don't care what you say anymore this is my life Go ahead with your own life leave me alone I never said you had to offer me a second chance I never said I was a victim of circumstance I still belong Don't get me wrong And you can speak your mind But not on my time They will tell you you can't sleep alone in a strange place Then they'll tell you can't sleep with somebody else Ah but sooner or later you sleep in your own space Either way it's O.K. you wake up with yourself... |
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| Webster | Mar 26 2015, 02:12 AM Post #4 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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Big Shot --You went uptown riding in your limousine In your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And when you wake up in the morning With your head on fire And your eyes too bloody to see Go on and cry in your coffee But don't come bitchin' to me Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about You and to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night They were all impressed with your Halston dress And the people you knew at Elaine's And the story of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained But now you just can't remember All the things you said And you're not sure you want to know I'll give you one hint, honey You sure did put on a show Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to prove it to the crowd You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You hand to the last word, last night You're so much fun to be around You had to have the front page, bold type You had to be a big shot last night Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in If you know when to leave it alone But you went over the line You couldn't see it was time to go home No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night So much fun to be around You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night |
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| Webster | Mar 26 2015, 02:14 AM Post #5 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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The Stranger --Well, we all have a face that we hide away forever And we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone. Some are satin, some are steel, Some are silk and some are leather. They're the faces of a stranger, But we'd love to try them on. Well, we all fall in love, But we disregard the danger, Though we share so many secrets, There are some we never tell. Why were you so surprised that you never saw the stranger? Did you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself? Don't be afraid to try again. Everyone goes south every now and then. You've done it. Why can't someone else? You should know by now. You've been there yourself. Once I used to believe I was such a great romancer. Then I came home to a woman that I could not recognize. When I pressed her for a reason, She refused to even answer. It was then I felt the stranger kick me right between the eyes. Well, we all fall in love But we disregard the danger Though we share so many secrets There are some we never tell Why were you so surprised that you never saw the stranger Did you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself. Don't be afraid to try again. Everyone goes south every now and then. You've done it. Why can't someone else? You should know by now. You've been there yourself. You may never understand how the stranger is inspired. But he isn't always evil and he is not always wrong. Though you drown in good intensions, You will never quench the fire. You'll give in to your desire when the stranger comes along. This is one of my all-time favorite pieces of music...here's why: I think that Joel's stranger is similar to what archetypal psychologist Carl Jung spoke of as the shadow--parts of ourselves that we disown, usually because they are disapproved of by our society and our intimates. Anything that contradicts our image of ourselves may be consigned to the shadow. The stranger (shadow), says Joel, isn't always evil and he isn't always wrong. (Though you drown in good intentions You will never quench the fire, You'll give in to your desire When the stranger comes along). In other words, the shadow contains enormous energy and possibilities that we ignore at our peril. If we don't own the dissociated aspects of ourselves, like hungry dogs locked in the basement, they can wreak havoc when released. Better to embrace them so we can use their energy for our own growth and development. Edited by Webster, Mar 26 2015, 02:16 AM.
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| Jewel | Apr 26 2015, 01:19 AM Post #6 |
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Deaf Woman Wheeling
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"Uptown Girl" Uptown girl She's been living in her uptown world I bet she never had a backstreet guy I bet her mama never told her why I'm gonna try for an uptown girl She's been living in her white bred world As long as anyone with hot blood can And now she's looking for a downtown man That's what I am And when she knows what She wants from her time And when she wakes up And makes up her mind She'll see I'm not so tough Just because I'm in love with an uptown girl You know I've seen her in her uptown world She's getting tired of her high class toys And all her presents from her uptown boys She's got a choice Uptown girl You know I can't afford to buy her pearls But maybe someday when my ship comes in She'll understand what kind of guy I've been And then I'll win And when she's walking She's looking so fine And when she's talking She'll say that she's mine She'll say I'm not so tough Just because I'm in love With and uptown girl She's been living in her white bred world As long as anyone with hot blood can And now she's looking for a downtown man That's what I am Uptown girl She's my uptown girl You know I'm in love With an uptown girl My uptown girl You know I'm in love With an uptown girl My uptown girl |
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| Webster | Apr 27 2015, 01:48 AM Post #7 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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Downeaster Alexa --Well I'm on the Downeaster "Alexa" And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the Vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday And left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's Bay Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone So I could own my Downeaster "Alexa" And I go where the ocean is deep There are giants out there in the canyons And a good captain can't fall asleep I've got bills to pay and children who need clothes I know there's fish out there but where God only knows They say these waters aren't what they used to be But I've got people back on land who count on me So if you see my Downeaster "Alexa" And if you work with the rod and the reel Tell my wife I am trawling Atlantis And I still have my hands on the wheel Now I drive my Downeaster "Alexa" More and more miles from shore every year Since they tell me I can't sell no stripers And there's no luck in swordfishing here. I was a bayman like my father was before Can't make a living as a bayman anymore There ain't much future for a man who works the sea But there ain't no island left for islanders like me |
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| Webster | Apr 27 2015, 01:54 AM Post #8 |
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Wasatch Storyteller & Resident Forum Curmudgeon
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I Go To Extremes --Call me a joker, call me a fool Right at this moment I'm totally cool Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife I feel like I'm in the prime of my life Sometimes it feels like I'm going too fast I don't know how long this feeling will last Maybe it's only tonight Darling I don't know why I got to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens And if I stand or I fall It's all or nothing at all Darling I don't know why I got to extremes Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm shot Sometimes I don't know how much more I've got Maybe I'm headed over the hill Maybe I've set myself up for the kill Tell me how much do you think you can take Until the heart in you is starting to break? Sometimes it feels like it will Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Darling I don't know why I got to extremes Out of the darkness, into the light Leaving the scene of the crime Either I'm wrong or I'm perfectly right every time Sometimes I lie awake, night after night Coming apart at the seams Eager to please, ready to fight Why do I go to extremes? And if I stand or I fall It's all or nothing at all Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens And if I stand of I fall It's all or nothing at all Darling I don't know why I go to extremes No I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Darling I don't know why I go to extremes *re-reads lyrics* ....if this song doesn't describe the extremes of manic depression, what does? |
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| DrLeftover | Apr 27 2015, 08:50 PM Post #9 |
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I'd rather listen to him sing than read the lyrics |
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