[Dragaera] Iconaclastic lyrics
Chris Olson
Chrisf.Olson at Sun.COM
Fri May 4 09:29:22 PDT 2007
See, you'll just have to keep listening over and over. :)
Without goig over all the lyrics here (last day of invoicing), I did notice:
> Backward Message
Point of interest--that backward message is a backward message. I'll
leave it to someone else to spoil the surprise. :)
> Brother and Sister
One of my favorites! Corrections (I believe):
You'll pick roses and daisies, fresh berries there
He'll give you a garland to put in your hair
His sister says "Oh Baby, I love that You're mine"
Which may be trite, but she makes me feel fine
Yes, I hope your knight comes on his charger all white
But he isn't here yet, will I do for the night?
I'll try and look at the others later.
Cheers,
Chris
Howard Brazee wrote On 05/04/07 09:10 AM,:
> I put lyrics in my iPod, but recognize that some of my lyrics were
> guessing. If someone could listen to */A Rose For Iconoclastes/*, and
> edit my lyrics, I would appreciate corrections.
>
> =======================
> Backward Message
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> I'll let you in to something, if you promise not to tell
> I'm sure you'll be amused, and think it mighty swell.
> It's about this little melody, as pretty as a bell
> Well, I did not invent it, no I learned it down in Hell.
>
> There's a backward message hidden in this music
> designed to make your children lose control.
> There's a backward message hidden in this music,
> to get our talent, we all sold our souls.
> There are dark and dreadful secrets to fulfill the hidden plan
> of his Satanic Majesty, whose wish is our command.
> Yes, there's a backward message hidden in this music
> And you thought it was only rock 'n' roll.
>
> We are agents of the devil, we will sing until he is done.
> He sent us out to bring him souls and we'll take any one -
> That's Right, we rock to the Anti-Christ 'till Armageddon come.
> We'll drag you to perdition - we're having lots of fun!
>
> You can sing along and have no fear
> when Satan's your recording engineer.
> Hidden in the masking are the clues.
> Hey, that Satan, he can really sing the blues -
> and let me tell you, he's a snappy dresser too!
>
> It may sound harmless, but don't trust what you feel
> the Devil sent us out, your virtue for to steal.
> But one thing you may ask as you wonder if it's real -
> If we said this out loud, what did we conceal?
> (backward sounding noise)
>
> There's a backward message hidden in this music
> designed to make your children lose control.
> There's a backward message hidden in this music,
> to get our talent, we all sold our souls.
> There are dark and dreadful secrets to fulfill the hidden plan
> of his Satanic Majesty, whose wish is our command.
> Yes, there's a backward message hidden in this music
> -you thought it was only rock 'n' roll.
>
> Hey, I guess we got you this time.
> -you thought it was only rock -
> (That Satan, he's such a kidder)
> And you though it was just Rock'n Roll
> =======================
> Brother and Sister
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> You're waiting for your dark knight on his white horse
> I'm waiting for his sister in a cherry red Porsche
> He cries "I am coming and I heed not the cost"
> Well, I hope he don't choke on the baby's exhaust
> He'll carry you away to a castle of jade
> You'll have romance and fortune
> I just wanna get laid.
>
> Your knight is loyal and courageous and true
> And when he comes 'riding, he'll know what to do
> He'll hold you, he'll tell you, "I've found you at last"
> Well, his sister is a blonde with a cute little face
> You'll drink wine and picnic on the windswept plain
> While we have our toot and pate and Champagne.
>
> He'll give roses and daisies fresh berries fair
> He'll give you a garland to put in your hair
> His sister says "Oh Baby, I love it, You're mine"
> Which may be trite, but she makes me feel fine
> Yes, I hope your knight comes on his charger all white
> But he isn't here yet, will I do for the night?
> =======================
> Drift
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> In the gentle warmth that follows searing heat,
> nothing on this earth could be so sweet.
> The passing storm has left this glowing gone.
> My lips leave a remembrance on your palm.
>
> And we drift, and we drift, off to sleep.
>
> In the first pale glimmerings of day,
> our murmured words mean much more than they say.
> Laughs are pearls that touches purest gold,
> and arms and hearts reach out and enfold.
>
> As we drift, as we drift, off to sleep.
>
> Your sweet breath on my neck, sets a tingle every nerve,
> and calls each day to ask once again how I deserve
> such blessing, such happiness, such pride,
> that you sleep, that you sleep, by my side.
>
> If there's more to say, it will keep.
> Now I'll return to your side, and settle deep.
>
> And we'll drift, and we'll drift, off to sleep.
> =======================
> I Was Born About Ten Million Songs Ago
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> =======================
> If I Should Happen To Leave
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> My mother was a fine old dame, she thought I was the best.
> She didn't mind about the vase, the car, or the arrest.
> She wanted me to go to school, right here in my home town.
> Said, she'd be glad to pay my way if I would stick around.
>
> (chorus)
> I said:
> "If I should happen to leave, would you hide your sorrows aggrieve,
> would you tear your hair and ask my picture why?"
> I said:
> "If I should happen to leave,
> If I should happen to leave,
> If I should happen to leave, bye, bye".
>
> I enlisted back in '64 to keep my country free,
> they said they'd teach me discipline, it would be good for me.
> I spent four years a marching, the old 4-3-2-hup,
> they wanted me for one more hitch, but when my time was up -
>
> (chorus)
> I met a girl in Norway, she was tall and blonde and cute.
> Her record magnate father was a millionaire to boot.
> She taught me not to ramble and she taught me how to care,
> and she was going to marry me to try to keep me there.
>
> (chorus)
> -kazoo-
>
> It's quite a joy to be here, I can see that you're impressed.
> It has to be my playing, 'cause it isn't how I'm dressed.
> You've shelled out 15 bucks apiece to come and hear me sing.
> My voice is gone, my tuning shot, and I just broke a string.
>
> (chorus)
> I said:
> "If I should happen to leave,
> If I should happen to leave,
> If I should happen to leave, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye".
>
> =======================
> Latex Man
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> Spin through the wringer and left out on the line.
> Looking for a man to ring my chimes.
> Done my time, sang the blues,
> But you know I've been reading the news:
> I'm only trying get satisfied,
> I'm only trying to stay alive,
> I'll tell you what that means to me.
>
> I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna latex man.
> Yes, I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna latex man.
> Don't want a man to get down on his knees,
> I don't wanna to hear him say "pretty please",
> I don't wanna die of some dread disease
> Yes, I just wanna latex man.
>
> When it feels so good, I could almost cry
> and a voice in my head says "You might die"
> I wanna go and go all night,
> but you know it's gotta be wrapped up tight.
> You say you wanna get in my pants,
> But baby, you ain't got a chance
> unless you know just how it has to be.
>
> I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna latex man.
> Wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna latex man.
> Don't want a man to get down on his knees,
> I don't wanna to hear him say "pretty please",
> I don't wanna die of some dread disease
> Yes, I just wanna latex man.
>
> Instrumental
>
> Put a coin into the machine,
> make it good, but keep it clean.
> My heart's on fire, my knees are weak
> I'm so ready, I could hardly speak,
> I'll wear my leather and my lace
> but you won't make it to first base,
> unless you've got a leak proof guarantee.
>
> You Know I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna latex man.
> I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna latex man.
> Don't want a man to get down on his knees,
> I don't wanna to hear him say "pretty please",
> I don't wanna die of some dread disease
> Yes, I just wanna latex man.
> gonna tell you about it
> just wanna latex man.
> wanna say it to you
> I just want a latex man.
>
> =======================
> Little Beggar man
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> Instrumental
> =======================
> Marion
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> It's time that I woke up.
> It's time I got out of here.
> Either I'm insane or there's an old dame
> pouring poison in my ear.
>
> (Chorus)
> Sing along Marion keep on carrying
> If you won't sing along, I'll know you don't care enough
> to carry your end of it on.
>
> Well since I've been on the road,
> the thing I like the most
> is the way it feels when I kick my heels
> in the waters of the Barbary Coast
> (chorus)
>
> These strangers that I meet,
> they're hard on a traveling boy
> they smile of course like a wooden horse,
> I frown like the walls of Troy.
>
> (chorus)
> (instrumental)
> Someday I'll get back
> I'll find out if you care,
> I'll lie on my back,
> shoot an arrow into the air.
> (chorus)
> (instrumental)
>
> Home is calling my name
> saying I shouldn't make haste
> I don't quite see what you're saying to me
> with your doublet all unbraced.
> (chorus)
> and sing along
> (chorus)
>
> =======================
> Neil Gaiman Pastiche #27
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> Come to me my dark haired one, see what I have brought:
> a sliver ring, a blackened moon, a feather.
> You will not thank me though you ought
> for all these gifts that I have brought
> but remember me when you have got a heart that's hard as leather.
>
> (chorus)
> My gift would be eternity
> but life is far too frail
> and lies are frozen colors
> with truth in each detail.
>
> Your ears won't hear, your eyes won't see,
> your hand could not accept.
> The gifts I brought to sacrifice too late.
> I shaped them all of tears I wept
> But we both thought that we both slept
> A tale within a tale has crept inside the iron gate.
>
> (chorus)
> (women's voices)
> (chorus)
>
> Fast upon the darkness now, I think I see a light
> but it lies like misty breath within the clouds
> the feather drifts beyond my sight
> the moon turns pale from shame or fright
> the rain just spins from day to knight, and knows that it will pass.
>
> My gift would be eternity
> but life is far too frail
> and gifts refused are lies untold
> and therein lies the tale.
> (women's voices)
> =======================
> She's Gone
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> Chorus:
> She's gone! She's gone
> took the kitchen sink and my last cigarette,
> She's gone, she's gone,
> and I ain't begun to miss her yet.
>
> She took advantage, pushed me around
> spent my money all over town,
> But the day she left, sat down and cried
> because she up and left me to have and die.
> (Chorus)
>
> She ain't the sort, you'd ever miss, none of you had, say a darkened kiss
> So if you ask if I am sad that she had to go
> with one thing and another would be a "no".
> (chorus)
>
> (instrumental)
>
> And (Chorus)
>
> I still sometimes wonder if there will come a day
> when I feel sad that she went away,
> but it's been 3 weeks, a thousand fears
> two why, six children and fifteen years
> (chorus) -moves from singing towards talking-
> that's right, I ain't become to miss her yet,
> what I said, I said
> I ain't begun to miss her yet
> might start, but I ain't begun to miss her yet.
> I might wake up this morning and say "Oh, I miss that girl"
> I might wake up this morning and say "Oh, I want to drop a piano on my head"
> It's just about as likely.
>
> I don't think it's going to happen, I just do not believe it sports fans
> no sir, she's out of here, she's gone
> and that's that, you know what I mean, I mean, grab some bench,
> Strike three, sit down, I mean, you're all done, I don't need this,
> I've got a day job, I don't have to torture myself this way
> How am I supposed to understand, anyway?
> How am I supposed to make sense of this world in which Casberry has
> demonstrated
> that we don't understand the very universe in which we live?
> in which quantum physics has shown us that everything is ccconfusion,
> random,
> and you might want to know if I will wake up in the morning and say
> "Oh, I miss that bitch"
>
> I mean,
> Some people believe in UFOs,
> some people believe in ectoplasm,
> some people believe that Clinton will fulfill his campaign promises
> with all of this, you expect me to understand exactly what's going on,
> when something is as complex...
>
> =======================
> Stream Of Consciousness Blues
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> Word association footballs to the wallflower bedroom
> eyes of the world will one by wonder who it who cries
> tears of salt and pepper hair brain schematic circuit views
> from every sidewalk surfing down the stream of consciousness blues.
> Baby bunting down the first base on the coke ads
> life insurance premiums are do be do you know my wife
> married to my job security guard
> your assets, debits, dues, payable up stream of consciousness blues.
> You'd better take it bacteriological result, is outside my field
> cause I may throw or consult a shrink or else I might lose my mind your
> P's or Q's
> and get those floating down the stream of consciousness blues.
>
> I've been reading Carlos casting bread upon the water works as well as
> any other wise guy
> drinking Scotch and soda jerks ate an ice cream Sunday paper cut blood
> read the news and
> got those floating gently down the stream of consciousness blues.
> =======================
> Till My Baby Comes Home
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> My Baby's been gone for most a year,
> I don't sweat and I don't fear
> 'cause someday she'll be sitting here
> I'll keep my spirits up
> 'till my baby comes home.
>
> Gonna take one hit of this pipe I'm a smoking
> Gonna say one thought that needs to be spoken
> Gonna make one vow that will never be broken
>
> chorus:
> And keep my spirits up 'till my baby comes
> 'till my baby comes home
> 'till my baby comes home
> she's living in the mountains, but I want her for my home
> I'm like a dog without a song
> I'm like a singer without a bone
> But I'll keep my spirits up
> 'till my baby comes home
>
> Watch the mail for a letter or card
> Sometimes waiting can get a little hard
> Been working a lot, but I ain't not tired
> going to keep my spirits up
> 'till my baby comes home
> Put two balls at up in the same side pocket
> Or two round pegs into one square pocket
> But our two pictures in a heart shaped locket
> (chorus)
>
> (instrumental)
> Maybe someone drove me right out of her head
> Maybe she didn't mean those things she said
> Maybe I'm scared, but I ain't dead
> I'll keep my spirits up 'till my baby comes home
> Gonna take three steps, jump across the river
> Gonna drink three shots, say a prayer for my liver.
> Ask three times, what else I can give her
> (chorus)
> =======================
> The Visit
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> We come into town for a week or so, the room is so quite at night.
> The old man thinks the kid could have some wine, well I guess that it'd
> be all right.
> We wait for the old man to read the map, so we can all get lost again,
> I it's a shame my sister wasn't around around to hear the way he played
> the violin
>
> chorus:
> I wish you could see us checking out the buildings and the cafes too
> walking down the old Oak streets, 'till we made them new.
> Take the streetcar across the river, just me and the old man and the
> kid,
> trucking around like we belonged in town, and I guess we did.
>
> That big hotel has a swimming pool, the old man did some laps,
> the kid had to see if he could stand up on the subway without holding
> onto the straps.
> The castle's like its old stone world up here
> There's a wind in my face, when we're dead and gone, I think we'll all
> come back and haunt this place.
> (chorus)
>
> The kid got a canteen and I got a vest, how about that?
> And if we stay here any longer, I think we're all going to get fat.
> See that woman, she's got a whole chicken slung over her back.
> There's good fresh bread, and a bunch of hot peppers, if you want a snack.
>
> (instrumental)
>
> You can buy a print here, hey that one looks just like you.
> I hear they've got a jazz band playing right up the avenue
> Here's the cafe where they wrote that song, the shots were fired right
> there.
> You can climb this hill, to sit and watch the river, or just to breath
> the air.
>
> Some years have gone, and the old man too, and I miss him so.
> The kid's got a woman, can't believe how fast they grow.
> Maybe someday, I'll have a grandson too, who can tell
> to take me and his daddy to the city we love so well.
> (chorus)
> trucking around like we belonged in town, and I guess we did
> and I guess we did.
>
> (a minute of silence then percussion style music that doesn't match
> song)
> =======================
> War Is Bad
> Steven Brust
> ------------
> Last night as I lay in a doze on my bed
> A remarkable notion came into my head
> The most shocking thought that I ever had,
> the realization that war is bad.
>
> chorus:
> War is bad
> peace is good
> Never use plastic, if you can use wood.
> Be kind to strangers, give good jobs to vets
> recycle glass bottles, spay neuter your pets.
>
> All of those years of bloodshed and pain
> can now can forgotten and washed down the drain.
> Just like the sunshine come out from a cloud
> and all thanks to me, gee whiz am I proud.
>
> (chorus)
> So clear and so simple, my head almost burst
> I wonder why no one else thought of it first.
> We all should stop shooting and be civilized
> I'll tell all my friends and won't they be surprised?
> (chorus)
> everybody!
> (chorus)
> ruff
> =======================
>
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