gillman

The BEST lyrics of "ALL-TIME" are by John Denver

RHYMES & REASONS

So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter
the fear that is within you now, it seems to never end
and the dreams that have escaped you, and the hope that you've forgotten you tell me that you need me now, you want to be my friend

and you wonder where we're going
where's the RHYME and where's the REASON
and it's you who cannot accept
it is "HERE" we must begin,,,,,,,,,,
TO SEEK the WISDOM of the CHILDREN
and the GRACEFUL Way of FLOWERS in the WIND
for the children and the flowers
are my sisters and my brothers
their laughter and their loveliness
could clear a cloudy day
like the music of the mountains
and the colors of the rainbow
they're a promise of the future
and a blessing for today

Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us
the sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea
IT IS WRITTEN from the desert to the mountains they shall lead us
by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me
in their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free

For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
their laughter and their loveliness could clear a cloudy day
and the song that I am singing is a prayer to nonbelievers
come and stand beside us, we can find a better way,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

knivesout

I don't know if these are the best lyirics of all time, or even the best lyrics I've ever heard, but for some years now I've been going back to this song and finding so much in it I can relate to.


Underground - The Tea Party



I don't need your redemption
I don't want you to deceive me
And I don't need your forgiveness
I only want you to believe me

Do you see me here
I'm standing naked
Do you see me here on my knees

Now all my life I've been wandering
Looking for teachers with the keys
Nothing found still searching for sound
Underground...

Now let me tell you about a story
It's about a man consumed with vice
He's theosophical in nature
And hedonistic in disguise And all my life I've been wandering
Searching for teachers with the keys
Nothing found still searching for sound
Underground...

gillman

Hey "knivesout" pretty good lyrics also

I think they would speak to many millions of people wandering "NAKED" in an UNTAMED Wilderness WORLD searching for the "GOLD NUGGETS of LOVE" & the Teachers that LIVE it ,as well as PREACH it!

But "LOVE" (like GOLD) is snatched away by GREEDY Men intoxicated with power & bent on "CONTROL"!

VIOLENCE is better to keep the masses confused & fearful .
John Denver was looked at "musically" as INSIGNIFICANT & "Square" & generally disrespected by even his own Music Label. And by his own ADMISSION his personal life had several shadows .

But he always tried to "CARE" about the "average joe" ,3rd world countries, a better world , doing all that he could (for one person) to recognize (ala; STAR TREK),the "NEEDS of the MANY, OUTWEIGH the NEEDS of the FEW." It's taken me a half Century to understand ,all that I do know. Experience & a willingness to be OBJECTIVE & see the "OTHER POINT of VIEW" has "OPENED my EYES" and you get to a point where it's awful hard to have the WOOL PULLED OVER THEM. Then slowly your "NAKEDNESS" is covered by the RECOGNITION that (metaphorically speaking) the WORLD is "clothed in a certain conforming style". Some folks think that the only other CHOICE is nakedness. When their has always been a 3rd choice. DRESS the way that describes who you are & all that you're searching for
(albeit not to harm or disrespect your brother).
_
edited by Ami
(sorry hun it just wasn't readable try and use one comma not 4 each time)

Amidala

Dark Waltz - hayley westenra

We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together

I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven

Sacred geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me forever

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Let the dark waltz begin
Oh let me wheel - let me spin
Let it take me again
Turning me into the light

gillman

Beautiful poetry on this poem Amidala. And Oh by the way this;>>>(,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,) is a typographical "PAUSE" in my writing,,,,,,,,,,sometimes I may overuse or misapply it.

littlemissattitude

I think John Denver was a good lyricist and a good singer. I saw him in concert once, and really enjoyed the show. He was never my favorite singer of his genre* (folk-pop/country), but he had good intentions I think, and that has to count for something.

*As a note, Gordon Lightfoot is my favorite singer of this genre, and I offer here part of the lyrics from one of his songs:

There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real

---"Canadian Railroad Trilogy"

knivesout

[quote=gillman] DRESS the way that describes who you are & all that you're searching for
(albeit not to harm or disrespect your brother).
_
QUOTE]

True.

Speaking of Gordon Lightfoot, he has some realy good songs. It's been a long time since I've listened to him, but Canadian Railroad Trilogy has to be one of his best. Through random association this jogged memories of one of my favourite Bob Dylan lyrics. Dylan, of course, has been writing amazing lyrics all his life, as easily and naturally as the rest of us breathe, but somehow these lines from The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll have always stood out for me:

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,

Amidala

E tangi ana Koe
Hine, E Hine!
Kua ngenge ana koe
Hine, E Hine!
Kati to pouri ra
Noho i te Aroha
Te ngakau o te Matua
Hine, E Hine
~~~~~
Plaintive all through the night -
Hine, E Hine!
Weeping till morning light -
Hine, E Hine!
From my care why try to leap
There is love for you
Mother's arms their strength will keep
Hine, E Hine!
~~
Hine, E Hine! Maori for "little one"
Te Reinga, the spirit land
Aroha, Darling

gillman

Hey Amidala,,,,,,,,,that was nice (is it Hawaiian)? Here's one of mine I wrote for one of my ORDINARY PEOPLE Hero's. She risked her life to save an endangered REDWOOD TREE & a vanishing eco-system back in 1997.

There's a story of a girl who loved the wilderness
and BUTTERFLY became her chosen name
she came from far away to find lifes meaning
and the secrets in the wind and pouring rain

she heard the redwood forest was in danger
and the Spotted Owl might soon no longer be
so she offered up her life in Nature's service
as she searched herself to ask "WHO IF NOT ME"?
(chorus)
and her eyes were opened
and she could see the stars again
that light had not been there in quite awhile
and she caught a glimpse
of the wisdom of the ages
and the freedom born from a pure heart under trial
stand up for all that's right
and find your smile
and reach the SKY
just like a BUTTERFLY

Amidala

Its Maori, from New zealand