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04-02-2016, 06:25 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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Songs with deeply meaningful or philosophically profound lyrics
Dear friends, I am looking for songs with deeply meaningful lyrics. Something like, Pink Floyd's Wish you were here and John Lennon's Imagine. Please give your suggestions.
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04-02-2016, 07:11 AM | #3 (permalink) |
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PETER HAMMILL
"A Louse Is Not A Home" Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes it's very sad, Sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have. There's a line snaking down my mirror, Splintered glass distorts my face And though the light is strong and strange It can't illuminate the musty corners of this place. There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds; I draw my murky meanings there But seven years' dark luck is just around the corner And in the shadows lurks the spectre of Despair. A cracked mirror 'mid the drapes of the landing: Split image, labored understanding... I'm only trying to find a place to hide my home. I've lived in houses composed of glass Where every movement is charted But now the monitor screens are dark And I can't tell if silent eyes are there. My words are spiders upon the page, They spin out faith, hope and reason - But are they meet and just, or only dust Gathering about my chair? Sometimes I get the feeling That there's someone else there: The faceless watcher makes me uneasy; I can feel him through the floorboards, And His presence is creepy. He informs me that I shall be expelled. What is that but out of and into? I don't know the nature of the door that I'd go through, I don't know the nature of the nature That I am inside... I've lived in houses of brick and lead Where all emotion is sacred And if you want to devour the fruit You must first sniff at the fragrance And lay your body before the shrine With poems and posies and papers Or, if you catch the ruse, you'll have to choose To stay, a monk, or leave, a vagrant. What is this place you call home? Is it a sermon or a confession? Is it the chalice that you use for protection? Is it really only somewhere you can stay? Is it a rule-book or a lecture? Is it a beating at the hands of your Protector? Does the idol have feet of clay? Home is what you make it, So my friends all say, But I rarely see their homes in these dark days. Some of them are snails And carry houses on their backs; Others live in monuments Which, one day, will be racks. I keep my home in place With sellotape and tin-tacks; But I still feel there's some other Force here... He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls Keeps staring through The eye-slits of the portraits in my hall. He ravages my library and taps the telephone. I've never actually seen Him, But I know He's in my home And if he goes away, I can't stay here either. I believe...er...I think... Well, I don't know..... I only live in one room at a time, But all of the walls are ears and all the windows, eyes. Everything else is foreign, 'Home' is my wordless chant : Mmmmmaah! Give it a chance! I am surrounded by flesh and bone, I am a temple of living, I am a hermit, I am a drone, And I am boring out a place to be. With secret garlands about my head Unearthly silence is broke, The room is growing dark, and in the stark light I see a face I know. Could this be the guy who never shows The cracked mirror what he's feeling, Merely mumbles prayers to the ground where He's kneeling: "Home is home is home is home is home is home is me!"? All you people looking for your houses, Don't throw your weight around, You might break your glasses And if you do, you know you just can't see, And then how are you to find The dawning of the day? Day is just a word I use To keep the dark at bay And people are imaginary, nothing else exists Except the room I'm sitting in, And, of course, the all-pervading mist - Sometimes I wonder if even that's real. Maybe I should de-louse this place, Maybe I should de-place this louse, Maybe I'll maybe my life away In the confines of this silent house. Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes it's very sad, Sometimes I think I'll disappear,sometimes I think.... I...
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04-02-2016, 07:37 AM | #4 (permalink) |
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George Harrison.
"Beware Of Darkness" Watch out now, take care Beware of falling swingers Dropping all around you The pain that often mingles In your fingertips Beware of darkness Watch out now, take care Beware of the thoughts that linger Winding up inside your head The hopelessness around you In the dead of night Beware of sadness It can hit you It can hurt you Make you sore and what is more That is not what you are here for Watch out now, take care Beware of soft shoe shufflers Dancing down the sidewalks As each unconscious sufferer Wanders aimlessly Beware of Maya Watch out now, take care Beware of greedy leaders They take you where you should not go While Weeping Atlas Cedars They just want to grow, grow and grow Beware of darkness (beware of darkness)
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