Great Lyrics

[thewhippersnapper]

'You are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the Earth in place'

 

[- PC -]

Fair point. Heroin though, is a drug usually associated with loneliness and despair which would validate your interpretation to a degree. i think the chorus is what really gives away the heroin connotation - " All the lonely people, where do they all come from, all teh lonely people, where do they all belong" - suggesting to me that the drug crosses all social sectors.
Other lines in the song I think obviously point to drug abuse - " Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for " " Darning his socks in the night while there's nobody there, what does he care ". Just to name 2.

'wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door'' is a reference to foundation and make up IMO. Also her false teeth

''darning his socks in the night while nobodies there'' is a direct reference to umm darning his socks. He is a pastor of a small church who cant afford a housekeeper , and he doesnt have a wife, so his time is spent mending , not only his life, but those of his parish.

Lets agree to disagree , but I cant see the connection.

"When i find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me..." not about hallucinatory drugs?? Give me a break!!

I couldnt find my Beatles books so I went netting.I always thought it was a tribute to his mother and here

Wikepedia

Origins
Although the song's lyrics are misinterpreted by some as being a hymn to the Virgin Mary due to the lyrics, the song was written as a tribute by McCartney after he had a dream about his mother, Mary, who died when he was fourteen. [1](John Lennon was allegedly critical of the song upon McCartney's introduction, assuming that the "Mother Mary" mention was merely a self-righteous allusion to Christianity

Thats the way I originally saw it and still do.

 

[krisholio14]

I cant see the drug refernces in ER or Let it Be either, and interpret them pretty much exactly as you say.

But there is no doubting Yellow Submarine, all you have to do is listen to the song and the vibe and delivery of the lyrics to tell they were smashed.

Some of John's best lyrics;

There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

my favorite beatles song. awesome lyrics.

ive always liked the words to alice in chains 'angry chair'

the chorus of magazines 'permafrost'

"as the day stops dead
at the place where were lost
i will drug you and faark you
on the permafrost"

but my favorite lyrics these days goes to this verse from the the's 'this is the day'

"you could have done anything
that you wanted
and all your friends and family
think that your lucky
but the side of you they never see
is when youre left alone with the memories
that hold your life together like glue"

 

[Zondor]

Carcass certainly had a way with words.

Do yourselves a favour and type Carcass Lyrics into your search engines and read up on the lyrics of any one of their songs.

This is a taste below. The song entitled Carneous Cacoffiny.

Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
Transposed...and decomposed
On strings fashioned from human twine
Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate
In a final death-throe

Vibrant as I thresh...
Movements scripted for the dead...

Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
My corpus concertos cordial
Disinterred... and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration...your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece

My scope creeps your flesh...
Notes seep from sinewy frets...

But don't hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isn't through
Your productivity I resume...

My sorbid, soiled handicrafts
Will be your afterlife's handicap....

...My corrupt crescendos...
...Will leave you out on a limbo...
...Your disposition I unleash...
...You will rest in my piece...

With deadly dynamics
You're dead, buried and barred
Your remains dampened and fingered
Your mortal coil is barbed
The death-bells are peeling
Ringing out as you flake
Shrieking out their recitals
A celebration of your wake...

Enter my funereality
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
Your muddy trench I plunder
Pass on to ethereality
Churned out under the sextant's blade
You live your life in wretchedness
And death is no escape...

 

[CarterS]

Just a bit of trivia, Pink Floyd actually namecheck "lucy in the sky" in one of their early songs called "Let there be more light" off of their 2nd album A Saucerful of Secrets (which contains the stunning track "Set the controls for the heart of the sun").

 

[mocaholic]

Weddoes. Mick Thomas is a great story teller. Streets ahead of Paul Kelly imo. There are so many the mind boggles...

"Some times you can say more in a drunken hour or so
Than some people get across in a life of lying low
Sometimes you can feel more for someone you barely kissed
You don't see it at the time and the moment that you missed

Chorus
For a short time
She was standing there
And you saw her and she saw you
And you recall the colour of her hair
For a long time
You've never thought of her
Then you hear she was gone for good
You might of cried then if you could
Would have looked foolish if you did
Somewhere the tear is falling in your mind"
(For A Short Time)

"Lean on bar, hands in your pockets,
Drain those glasses down like rockets"
(Roaring Days)

"Velvet pants and a big top hat, it's a little hot to be dressed like that
Down near the war memorial he's propped in a big black cape and 12hole docs
Now he almost made his auntie faint, when he stopped at the chemist for some black nail paint
She just stood their hands on hips, he said 'auntie Em it'll match my lips...
I heard heard his mother and his father say 'What possessed the boy to dress that way?',
And what would the blokes in the bottom pub say and the women down at her CWA?
But don't you try and bring him down he's a lonely goth in a country town."
(the Lonely Goth)

"Danced on the ferry from Holland to Harwich
Had Guinness for breakfast"
(In Your Memory)

"Bought a fish and we cooked it on a barbecue
Down by the ocean hey you should've seen the view
Now you don't need me telling you just how good it tasted
We left the tale we left the head but nothing else got wasted
Then I did something such a novelty for me
I kicked the footy into the Arafura Sea"
(Luckiest Man)

"To the bar he goes in his half grown beard and his workman's clothes
Till closing time he will sit and think of the things that he did in his prime
When his hair was longer, and his ideals were stronger
before he let things pass
When he thought he was the voice of the working class
he really thought he was the voice of the working class

VERSE 2
But the years rolled by and they took their toll
one grows tired and one grows old
looks for a temporary situation
might as well wait for his superanuation
Now he hardly thinks of a manuscript he wrote
he sits and drinks in a Fitzroy pub
and refuses to admit that he has missed the boat
He refuses to admit that he has missed the boat

BRIDGE
But Oh! the memories, of wild nights spent in Carlton bars
And oh the tales he tells, of dexydrin and borrowed cars
His hands they shake, his eyes they glaze
He exaggerates his Whitlam days
We all grow old, we all get fat
Pray to God we don't all go like that

VERSE 3
As the night rolls on and it's getting late
So it's off home to house he hates
For the restless sleep on the clean white sheets
and the morning when his head will ache
just it time to catch a train
and start the whole thing fresh again
But is fresh the word you'd use?
Not much to win, much too much to lose

CHORUS (chords as bridge)
Do not go gently, do not go sad (etc)"
(Do Not Go Gently - not bad to incorporate Dylan Thomas into a song about a Melbourne leftwinger!)

"Your kids they clapped politely at the finish of my song
You said "I think they liked it" but they hardly sang along
You said "I think it's great you came and played
We don't get much around this place
And it's good to see your face"
Well I said it was a good excuse to get out of the city
I'd been kicking up my heels a bit, you didn't show much pitty
You said, "I finish work at four
I'll take you up the Top Pub for a counter meal
I said "it's a deal, I'll have the veal" "
(Decent Cup of Coffee)


All simple, wonderfully visual lyrics.