Oh dear, it's the Friday Night Lyrics Thread. I'll Start!.

[swag]

Well I´ve been up all night (again?)
Party-time wasting is too much fun
Then I step back thinking
Of life´s inner meaning
And my latest fling
It´s the same old story
All love and glory
It´s a pantomime

If you're looking for love
In a looking glass world
It's pretty hard to find

Oh mother of pearl
I wouldn't trade you
For another girl

Divine intervention
Always my intention
So I take my time
I´ve been looking for something
I've always wanted
But was never mine
But now I've seen that something
Just out of reach - glowing -
Very Holy grail

Oh mother of pearl
Lustrous lady
Of a sacred world

Thus: even Zarathustra
Another-time-loser
Could believe in you
With every goddess a let down
Every idol a bring down
It gets you down
But the search for perfection
Your own predilection
Goes on and on and on and on

Canadian Club love
A place in the Country
Everyone's ideal
But you are my favorita
And a place in your heart dear
Makes me feel more real
Oh mother of pearl
I wouldn't change you
For the whole world

You're highbrow, holy
With lots of soul
Melancholy shimmering
Serpentine sleekness
Was always my weakness
Like a simple tune
But no dilettante
Filigree fancy
Beats the plastic you

Career girl cover
Exposed and another
Slips right into-view
Oh looking for love
In a looking glass world
Is pretty hard for you
Few throwaway kisses
The boomerang misses
Spin round and round
Fall on featherbed quilted
Faced with silk
Softly stuffed eider down

Take refuge in pleasure
Just give me your future
We'll forget your past
Oh mother of pearl
Submarine lover
In a shrinking world
Oh lonely dreamer
Your choker provokes
A picture cameo

Oh mother of pearl
So so semi-precious
In your detached world
Oh mother of pearl
I wouldn´t trade you
For another girl

(Brian Ferry)
Roxy Music - 1973

[Trajan]

1. The Great Deceiver

THE GREAT DECEIVER

Health-food faggot with a bartered bride
Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
Once had a friend with a cloven foot
Once he called the tune in a chequered suit

Great Deceiver

In the door on the floor in a paper bag
There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called him son
And she canonised the ground that he walked upon

Great Deceiver

Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary

Cigarettes, ice cream, cadillacs blue jeans

In the night he's a star in the Milky Way
He's a man of the world by the light of day
A golden smile and a proposition
And the breath of God smells of sweet sedition

Great Deceiver

Sing hymns, make love, get high, fall dead
He'll bring his perfume to your bed
He'll charm your life 'til the cold winds blow
Then he'll sell your dreams to a picture show

Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary

Cadillacs, blue jeans, dixieland playing on the ferry
Cadillacs, blues jeans, drop a glass full of antique sherry

- King Crimson

[grannylib]

2. I love Roxy Music....here's my lyric for the night, only song I ever reall

y finished. I wrote it on a napkin it's called I Hate My Job and I'd Rather Be Dancing

Well, I hate my job,
I'm tired of working all week long
All day in my head I've been playing my favorite song
I can't stand it here, please don't make me stay
I wanna go downtown, let me out to play

Kick down the doors and let's hit the street
I wanna hear some music, wanna move my feet
Find a rock 'n roll Band with a good back beat
Let's go dancin tonight

Well work's a real drag and my boss ain't nohting but a creepI get so damn bored I might just as well stay home and sleep
I hate the longhours, Don't make enough money
Let's find a dance floor where I cna hold you, honey

Kick...etc

Well the best time of the week is Friday 'bout five o'clock
We got two whole days to go out and do some stompin' rock
And if we get tired of rockin' we'll go home and roll
Cos loving you is so good for my soul

Kick down the doors, etc.

No bridge yet, just verse/chorus/verse/chorus. I need to write a bridge. It's knda boring.

Anyhow, cheers!

[swag]

7. I like it.

It reminds me of my days on the phones at Metro Messenger in DC, when all the couriers would bring in loads of alcohol and god knows what all else and the party would last almost to the following Friday.


Thanks, gran.

[grannylib]

10. Thanks! Maybe someday I will actually add a bridge. I do have the melody

and all...so maybe i will finish it someday.

[Swede]

3. Now for the genteel crooning of Motorhead.

They say music is the food of love
Let's see if you're hungry enough
Take a bite, take another, just like a good boy would
Get a sweet thing on the side
Home cooking, homicide
Side order could be your daughter, Finger lickin' good

Come on baby, eat the rich
Put the bite on that son of a bitch
Don't mess around, don't you give me no switch
C'mon baby, eat the rich
C'mon baby eat the rich

Sitting here in the restaurant
Tell the waiter just what you want
Is that the meat you wanted to eat?
How would you ever know?
Hash browns and bacon strips
I like the way that you lick your lips
No foolin' I can see you droolin'
Feel the hunger grow

Chorus

Eat you baby, you eat me
Eat two baby, get one free
Shetland pony, or extra pepperoni
Just pick up the phone
Eat Greek or eat Chinese
Eat salad or scarf up grease
You're on the shelf you eat yourself
Come on and bite my bone

Repeat chorus
Sitting there in your hired tuxedo
You want to see my bacon torpedo

[swag]

4. "bacon torpedo" is a pleasing image.

Is meth-head Lemmy possibly as endearingly queer as Supreme Court nominee John Roberts?

In my heart, I always knew as much.

[Swede]

5. I thought Lemmy would be dead by now.

The dude looked rough ten years ago.

[swag]

6. Yeah, me too.

He's tougher that a fucking Florida cockroach.

[tigereye]

8. how about some Lucinda Williams

Essence

Baby, sweet baby, you're my drug
Come on and let me taste your stuff

Baby, sweet baby, bring me your gift
What surprise you gonna hit me with

Refrain:
I am waiting here for more
I am waiting by your door
I am waiting on your back steps
I am waiting in my car
I am waiting at this bar
I am waiting for your essence

Baby, sweet baby, whisper my name
Shoot your love into my vein

Baby, sweet baby, kiss me hard
Make me wonder who's in charge

(Repeat Chorus)

Baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath
Even though you like to flirt with death

Baby, sweet baby, can't get enough
Please come find me and help me get f-----d up

(Repeat Chorus)

Your essence
Your essence

[Tom Kitten]

9. I'd be glad to participate but my contribution is rather lowbrow

Jukebox standard from the old Satyricon days, by Mudhoney

(one, two)
ooh
wow
ooh
I feel bad, and I've felt worse
I'm a creep, yeah, I'm a jerk
Come on
Touch me, I'm sick
wow
I won't live long, and I'm full of rot
Gonna give you - girl - everything I got


Touch me, I'm sick, yeah
Touch me, I'm sick
Come on baby, now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone
wow
ooh
I'm diseased, I don't mind
I'll make you love me 'till the day you die
Come on
Touch me, I'm sick
ahhh
Fuck me, I'm sick
Come on baby, now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone