OPO: Robert Hunter lyric

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"Things went down we don't understand/ but I think in time we will"

(Alt pick - "Shall we go, you and I while we can..." you fuckin' KNOW the rest)

dave q, Wednesday, 26 February 2003 10:54 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

(Alt q. - find one good Barlow lyric)

dave q, Wednesday, 26 February 2003 10:55 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

"One man gathers what another man spills."

Mark (MarkR), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 11:10 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

Once in a while
you can get shown the light
in the strangest of places
if you look at it right

chaki (chaki), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 13:40 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

"Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through"

but I could have picked several more. Can't help you with the subsidiary question.

James Ball (James Ball), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 14:37 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

love how these lyrics spell out a Ned-like acknowledgement of the irrelevance of their own specifics and 2. the San Antonio Rose reference!

Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 18:46 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

One pane of glass in the window,
no one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
and it's strange how no one comes round anymore.

christoff (christoff), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 18:58 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

to lie beside you
my love still sleeping
to tell sweet lies
one last time
and say goodnight

(there aren't any good barlow lyrics)

dan (dan), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 19:11 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

love how these lyrics spell out a Ned-like acknowledgement of the irrelevance of their own specifics

That is pretty great. Hunter has suddenly become my fave lyricist ever.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 19:26 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

In a bed, in a bed
by the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul

Mr. Diamond (diamond), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 19:59 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

"Shall we go you and I while we can?" just by itself. so many possibilities, so much limitless space, which the band then spends the next 42.7 minutes exploring

M Matos (M Matos), Wednesday, 26 February 2003 20:25 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

gone are the broken eyes we saw through in dreams
gone both dream and lie

intanfu, Thursday, 27 February 2003 01:01 (fifteen years ago) Permalink

ten months pass...
more please.

Broheems (diamond), Monday, 12 January 2004 07:13 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

to lie with you, once more, to lie with you
with our dreams entwined together
to wake beside you, my love still sleepin'
to tell sweet lies, one last time and say good night
to lay me down...


You told me goodbye, how was I to know
you didn't mean goodbye, you meant please don't let me go
I was having a high time...


I dropped four flights and cracked my spine,
Honey, come quick with the iodine,
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed
Then you head back to Tennessee Jed.


Just like Crazy Otto, just like Wolfman Jack,
Sittin plush with a royal flush, aces back to back.
Just like Mary Shelly, just like Frankenstein,
Clank your chains and count your change and try to walk the line.
Did you say your name was Ramblin Rose...

christoff (christoff), Monday, 12 January 2004 17:12 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

look into any eyes
you find by you, you can see
clear through to another day

dan (dan), Monday, 12 January 2004 17:55 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I’m gone, good-bye
Half a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you old southern skies
I’m on my way...
on my way.

gygax! (gygax!), Monday, 12 January 2004 17:59 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

Counting stars by candlelight
all are dim but one is bright:
the spiral light of Venus
rising first and shining best,
From the northwest corner
of a brand-new crescent moon
crickets and cicadas sing
a rare and different tune

BrianB (BrianB), Monday, 12 January 2004 18:07 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

I hope everyone knows about this site.

I kinda like Franklin's and Eyes myself. Barlow did write Estimated and, uh, Throwing Stones.

gabbneb (gabbneb), Monday, 12 January 2004 21:51 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

(this thread, like the sandwich thread, is quite the rorschach test)

gabbneb (gabbneb), Monday, 12 January 2004 21:54 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

Barlow also wrote the self-unaware yuppie's lament "Saint of Circumstance"

gabbneb (gabbneb), Monday, 12 January 2004 22:06 (fourteen years ago) Permalink

one year passes...
Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there

Ward Fowler (Ward Fowler), Sunday, 13 November 2005 21:14 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

damn - i always thought it was

look into any eyes
youll find value, you can
see clear to another day

those were always my favorite unabashedly optimistic lyrics ever. fuck it, im championing an alternate reading (even though the real lyrics arent pessimistic, either).

petesmith (plsmith), Sunday, 13 November 2005 21:20 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

I know that the life I'm living's no good
I'll get a new start, live the life I should
I'll get up and fly away
I'll get up and fly away

Ward Fowler (Ward Fowler), Sunday, 13 November 2005 21:22 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

Goddamn, well I declare
Have you seen the like?
Their walls are built of cannonballs,
their motto is Don't Tread on Me

gypsy mothra (gypsy mothra), Sunday, 13 November 2005 21:26 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

Tracer may be otm, but these days I think I tend towards the communion of Uncle John's

Eyes of the World features a nuthatch

gabbneb (gabbneb), Sunday, 13 November 2005 21:37 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

"Harp Tree Lament":

But where can a man go
That's sweet to his soul
When his time is not ready
But he's still turning old

Here's a dram for the piper
And a tune for his lady
Outside the thin wall
The waves are still raging

Here's one for the harp tree
And one for his song
One for the morning
When the night was too long

Here's one for the candle
That lights you to bed
And one for the sword
That hangs over your head.

Joseph McCombs (Joseph McCombs), Sunday, 13 November 2005 22:29 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

Ladyfinger dipped in moonlight,
writing "what for?" across the morning sky

Tripmaker (SDWitzm), Tuesday, 15 November 2005 17:34 (thirteen years ago) Permalink

four years pass...

When the shadows grow, it'll do you fine,
when the cold winds blow, it'll ease your mind

the shape it takes could be yours to choose,
what you may win, what you may lose.

Stormy Davis, Sunday, 23 May 2010 06:01 (eight years ago) Permalink

Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair
She takes her fan and throws it in the lion's den

hobbes, Sunday, 23 May 2010 07:01 (eight years ago) Permalink

one year passes...

My personal take on the “secret” of DMT: it was long, hard work making this world real. It was, and is, done for a purpose. To have others. To believe in them fully in order to experience love. It goes against common sense to try and see through it. Ignorance is the primary condition of Eden. But entropy is at work and a world made for love is not satisfied with the transformational edict “eat and be eaten” but kills and does not eat. A sense of ultimate unity is lost and the delusion of fundamental diversity breeds alienation. This is not Eden. Yet the monad doesn’t face itself and subsume Its creation. The failing would be eternal. Therefore, doors are opened and enough of the plot is “made flesh” to allow orientation regarding the surface gist of the matter. Collectivism is a wrong approach to nostalgia for the purity of the monad. Healthy diversity perpetuates the rationale of the creation, such as it is. Healthy men, women, races and nations evolving gladly to a recognition of the source, rejoining it in a gradual and rejoicing manner, “bringing in the sheaves,” would be a better solution to the human aspect of this work, and is the substance of sacred ceremonial.

My take could be way off base but anything more Gnostic is off-putting. Phil Dick fell down that sink. And Lovecraft, I wouldn’t doubt, though he professed no belief in what he wrote.

dell (del), Tuesday, 6 March 2012 21:25 (six years ago) Permalink

See here how everything
lead up to this day
and it's just like
any other day
that's ever been
Sun goin up
and then the
sun it goin down
Shine through my window and
my friends they come around

earlnash, Wednesday, 7 March 2012 01:35 (six years ago) Permalink

four years pass...

Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to daddy on an inside straight
Well I've got no chance of losin' this time
Well I've got no chance of losin' this time
And I've got no chance of losin' this time

calstars, Thursday, 12 May 2016 00:50 (two years ago) Permalink

one year passes...

One way or another, this darkness has to give.

earlnash, Wednesday, 6 December 2017 07:19 (one year ago) Permalink

If I had a gun for every ace I've drawn
I could arm a town the size of Abilene

Never Learn To Mike Love (C. Grisso/McCain), Wednesday, 6 December 2017 08:25 (one year ago) Permalink

See here how everything
lead up to this day
and it's just like
any other day
that's ever been
Sun goin up
and then the
sun it goin down
Shine through my window and
my friends they come around

― earlnash, Tuesday, March 6, 2012 8:35 PM (five years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink


how's life, Wednesday, 6 December 2017 11:50 (one year ago) Permalink

I been gambling here abouts
for ten good solid years
If I told you all that went down
it would burn off both your ears

mizzell, Wednesday, 6 December 2017 13:58 (one year ago) Permalink

Nine mile skid
on a ten mile ride
Hot as a pistol
but cool inside

J. Sam, Wednesday, 6 December 2017 14:56 (one year ago) Permalink

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