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Boys 9d

Well-known member
Jan 3, 2012
1,849
Lancing
Strange Fruit
Poem by Abel Meeropol, under his pseudonym Lewis Allan
Most famous song version by Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
 


Randy McNob

> > > > > > Cardiff > > > > >
Jun 13, 2020
4,715
i'm serious as cancer when I say Rhythm is a dancer - Turbo B
 




Coldeanseagull

Opinionated
Mar 13, 2013
8,311
Coldean
Now is the time for marching, Now let your hearts be gay,
Hark to the merry bugles Sounding along our way.
So let your voices ring, my boys, And take the time from me,
And I’ll sing you a song as we march along,
Of Sussex by the Sea!
 




zefarelly

Well-known member
NSC Patron
Jul 7, 2003
22,738
Sussex, by the sea
Walking down the street I feel like crashing
Everybody's groovy, all their eyes are flashing
Do you think that this could be the time
In the world behind the pantomime
Where everybody's really feeling fine
A thought like that would really blow my mind
In the park the air is cleaner
And the smell of grass is greener
Do you think that this could be the place
In the world, where only time's erased
It happened just like every body said
You crossed the line and never left your head

:smokin::smokin::smokin:
 








Live by the sea

Well-known member
Oct 21, 2016
4,718
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all god's children
Crept out the back door
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
 


Barrow Boy

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NSC Patron
Nov 2, 2007
5,803
GOSBTS
And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a christmas tree
And though pink elephants I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jacky"

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then i would have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phony virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jacky"

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
Cos' down below is really nowhere
My name would then be Junipher
Then I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If I became deaf, dumb and blind
(was: If I could play deaf, dumb and blind)
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the Devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "Jacky"

If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Written by Jacques Brel
Hit for Scott Walker in 1967
 


Tom Hark Preston Park

Will Post For Cash
Jul 6, 2003
72,194
I wonder what we'll play for you tonight.
Something heavy or something light.
Something to set your soul alight.
I wonder how we'll answer when you say.
"We don't like you - go away"
"Come back when you've learned to play"

- One Chord Wonders by The Adverts :bowdown:
 




R. Slicker

Well-known member
Jan 1, 2009
4,490
The chairman of this boardroom is a compliment collector
I wanna be his funeral director.

'Something like the meek will inherit the earth,
and the strong will then inherit the meek.

Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.
 


Ooh it’s a corner

Well-known member
Aug 28, 2016
5,472
Nr. Coventry
The chairman of this boardroom is a compliment collector
I wanna be his funeral director.

'Something like the meek will inherit the earth,
and the strong will then inherit the meek.

Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.

Your first example is just another classic from a very clever lyricist - as suggested early in the thread - glad you took the opportunity to reinforce the point!
 


Harry Wilson's tackle

Harry Wilson's Tackle
NSC Patron
Oct 8, 2003
55,718
Faversham
Stand your ground, this is what we are fighting for
For our spirit and laws and ways
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war
For heaven or hell we shall not wait
Shall I think of honour as lies
Or lament its aged and slow demise?
Shall I stand as a total stranger
On this day in this stone chamber?

Edit: sorry I see I'm supposed to name that chune. That's VNV Nation that is.
 
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Harry Wilson's tackle

Harry Wilson's Tackle
NSC Patron
Oct 8, 2003
55,718
Faversham
When chaos reigns without a purpose
When the swell of sound becomes too much
Crushed between the cogs that work us
When I feel I'm slowly losing touch
Sometimes I drive to run from all my demons
Sometimes I drive so I can be alone
Sometimes I drive to see the world in different light
Sometimes I drive for no reason at all

And that's Assemblage 23 :love:
 
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Harry Wilson's tackle

Harry Wilson's Tackle
NSC Patron
Oct 8, 2003
55,718
Faversham
I wonder what we'll play for you tonight.
Something heavy or something light.
Something to set your soul alight.
I wonder how we'll answer when you say.
"We don't like you - go away"
"Come back when you've learned to play"

- One Chord Wonders by The Adverts :bowdown:

I saw them live the night Elvis died.
 




Eric Potts

Well-known member
Jul 26, 2004
1,872
Top o' Hanover
Like a nightclub in the morning, you're the bitter end
Like a recently disinfected shithouse, you're clean round the bend
You give me the horrors
Too bad to be true
All of my tomorrows
Are lousy 'cause of you
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain
You're certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag
Do us all a favor, here, wear this polythene bag
You're like a dose of scabies
I've got you under my skin
You make life a fairytale
Grimm!
People mention murder, the moment you arrive
I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive
You've got this slippery quality
It makes me think of phlegm
And a dual personality
I hate both of them
You're bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away
Like a death a birthday party
You ruin all the fun
Like a sucked and spat-out Smartie
You're no use to anyone
Like the shadow of the guillotine
On a dead consumptive's face
Speaking as an outsider
What do you think of the human race?
You went to a progressive psychiatrist
He recommended suicide
Before scratching your bad name off his list
And pointing the way outside
You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart
You're heading for a breakdown
Better pull yourself apart
Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss
Your attitudes are platitudes
Just make me wanna piss
What kind of creature bore you
Was it some kind of bat?
They can't find a good word for you
But I can
Tw*t
 
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