Ookay so the title sucks but whatever!

Songs transcribed in the previous thread:

Clear Channel
After Thought
One More Last Night
Broken Arrows (That Was A Time) a.k.a. Never Feel At Home
In Heaven ~ 03.28.04
Means of Survival
Tarred and Feathered
Put the Lights Out
One Checks Out
Over It ~ 04.03.04
Over It ~ 04.21.04
Might Never Know
Wasn't It You
The Imposter
Carnival Song
Common Rotation
Feel Better Inside~ 06.09.04
Face The Sun~ 06.16.04
Fixture~ 06.18.04
The One I Left Behind~ 06.12.04
She Belongs To Me~ 05.30.04
The 428~ 05.29.04
Paint A Picture~ 06.24.04
All You'll Never Be ~ 06.25.04
Do That ~ 06.29.04 (before we knew it as Diffinitive Biography)
Lesson Learned ~ 06.30.04
Fatal Flaw ~ 06.28.04
Let's go for a drive ~ 06.06.04
Shakey Hands
That Easy~ 07.19.04
Roses in the Fishbowl* ~ 09.28.04
Obsessing* ~ 09.30.04
Down and Out* ~ 10.26.04
What's It Gonna Be* ~ 10.27.04
It'll Be All Right* ~ 10.28.04
I Want It To Stop* ~ 10.30.04
Happy Halloween* ~ 10.31.04
No Surrender ~ 11.02.04
Day (Walk Through The Park) ~ 10.12.04
Day (Walk Through The Park) ~ 11.03.04
Don't Miss Me* ~ 11.04.04
Wasted Words* ~ 11.05.04
Near Miss (Call It)
Miracle Man ~ 11.19.04
White City ~ 11.23.04
Where Our Love Never Dies ~ 10.11.04, 10.17.04, 12.13.04
A You're Adorable ~ 12.07.04
Some of Them Will Laugh ~ 12.09.04
All The Things ~ 12.17.04
Last Christmas ~ 12.22.04
Strange ~ 04.30.03
In My Dream ~ 09.25.03
Adam ~ 07.02.04

I don't know how a lot of these titles match up to what they are called in the UM thread or in real life but that's what they were titled in the "New Lyrics Thread".

Transcribe on!

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Union Maid:
56. Cruel Religion 2003-11-17 (1798 kb) 3:46

Summertime is over now
The [...] are put away
The cryptic mess is swept under
the carpet of the day

But you want to [...] the words
about the [sucker stucking mouth ?]
to literate the common curse
and run the [...] to the [...]

A cruel religion
and a handsome man
A child has settled it down
Like something I was told when I was ten
about this shadow thing in a [tournament ?] town

You pass the [...]
My [pall that] needs to be clean
The [..] brings me to my knees
[...] less to lean
Of tricks that work for all ages
The novelty is out
Your [guarantee] has been [...]
load the shadow of a doubt

A cruel religion
and a handsome man
A child has settled it down
Like something I was told when I was ten
about this shadow thing in a [tournament ?] town

You stick to your guns
You're so [...]
You teach your sons right
It's all the medic,
You leave the will out
for the explosure
Pass the book full of [sense] [...]

A cruel religion
and a handsome man
A child has settled me down
Like something I was told when I was ten
about this shadow thing in a [tournament ?] town

A cruel religion
and a handsome man
A child has settled me down
Like something I was told when I was ten
about this shadow thing in a [tournament ?] town

Union Maid:
180. Long way down* 2004-07-16 (109 kb) 0:40

I've been thinking
about my
I've been thinking
about what you said
It's a long way down from here
It's a long way down from here

Union Maid: Lonsome traveller
219. 2004-09-14 (844 kb) 3:27
221. 2004-09-16 (349 kb) 1:27

I am a lonsome traveller
I take no high [road] home
I slept in jails in [...]
On this trail that I walk alone

I am a fearless gambler
[...]cards[...]
I am no righteous [...]
On the trail to the [...]

Yes, I am a selfless leader
My sense of "self" is clear
You walk and kiss my ideas
On the trail to my darkest fears

Doctor Freud and [...]
whispering [traps] and barbwire crowns
[...]patients and [...] virgins
On a trail to a secret town

I'm not somewhere over the rainbow
looking for a pot of gold
I'm beliving that my story
is the greates story ever told

I am a lonsome traveller
I take no high horse home
I met you in your anger
On this trail that we walk alone
On this trail that we walk alone

Just filling in the blanks...

Lonesome Traveller

I am a lonsome traveller
I take no high road home
I slept in jails and railcars
On this trail that I walk alone

I am a fearless gambler
I count my cards just right.
I am no righteous rambler
On the trail through the fruitless night

Yes, I am a selfless leader
My sense of "self" is clear
You walk and kiss my ideas
On the trail to my darkest fears

Doctor Freud and Pontius Pilot
(Whisky?) traps and barbwire crowns
Jealous patients and squealing virgins
On a trail to a sacred town

I'm not somewhere over the rainbow
Looking for a pot of gold
I'm beliving that my story
Is the greatest story ever told

I am a lonsome traveller
I take no high roads home
I met you in your anger
On this trail that we walk alone
On this trail that we walk alone

I always do this...transcribe lyrics only to find it's a cover. Haha Oh well! ...

This Must Be The Place (Talking Heads) ~ 10.29.04

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me ‘round
I feel numb
I’m born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It’s okay
I know nothing’s wrong
Nothing’s

Ahhh
Well I’ve got plenty of time
Ahhh
Well you’ve got light in your eyes
Well if you’re standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight
Say goodnight

Home is where I want to be
But I guess that I’m already there
I come home
She lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
Cuz I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you or you find me
Well there was a time
Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I’ll be
Where I’ll be

Ahhh
We drift in and out
Ahhh
Sing into my mouth
Well out of all those kinds of people
You’ve got a face with a view
And I’m just an animal
Looking for a home
To share the same space for a minute or two
You love me until my heart stops
You love me until I did
You’ve got eyes that light up
Eyes that look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head
I said now oooh
Oooh

Briel said

I always do this...transcribe lyrics only to find it's a cover. Haha Oh well! ...

This Must Be The Place (Talking Heads) ~ 10.29.04


I tried transcribing that song myself. Art posted the lyrics in the UM thread when it was downloaded. Some of us didn't recognize it as a cover and we were trying to work it out ourselves. I almost had it, too, before he posted the lyrics. I have it noted on the Union Maid list that it's a cover.

Now I do a google search for the lyrics first. And I search the message board, just in case it's an older song that I don't recognize.

Before you resurrected the New Lyrics thread, I was posting the lyrics I was doing in the UM threads. So you might want to check there first if it's one of the more recent ones. I'm sure you can probably fill in some of the missing words or correct my hearing. Sometimes I'm so way off I'm amazed.

I’ll Be Home For Christmas
Written by W. Kent, K. Gannon, B. Ram

UM 297. 2004-12-24 (256 kb) 1:39

I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please bring snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams


And Eric sang it for Christmas Eve. Sweet dreams.

Price to pay
192. 2004-08-14 (344 kb) 1:25
194. 2004-08-16 (362 kb) 1:28
209. 2004-08-31 (357 kb) 1:28

(Good) Morning Glory
Here comes my story
You probably heard this one before
We have a few laughs
we have a few drinks
put them all down on my [...]
Don't worry, I call you a [...]

I just can't predict that kind of loss
no matter of what they say
You turn in the corner
You cut in the course
there's a price to pay
there's a price to pay
there's a price to pay

It's more of a story to come/ It's like a million trillion dollars
-----------------------------------------------------

not a crum, but I also tried on "Cukoo's Nest"

http://www.commonrotation.de/englisch/history/setlist/2000-09-24.html

I'm not sure.. is it "one to east" or "One through east"?

and btw, any idea where I can get a "Braindead" audiofile?

Well, there's a [...] in the summerday
[Young Matt] don't [..] still things to say
He said that if I never let them in
[..] I come out or let them win

I remember a time when he where young
and we caught [..] beneath the sun
'Cause [..] in this summerday
means that all those people are in my way

[..] mercy me
all the things that I used to be
a different share of the family-tree
[we're growing with the guys that shot down on me?]
there wasn't a choice to be this way
and there wasn't a choice to never waste away

What I write is irrelevant
If I only [..]
time that it gets in [..]

One trough east, one trough west
One flew over the cukoos's nest
One trough east, one trough west
I flew over the cukoos's nest

[..]
When I was younger
I could fall asleep [as well]
[..] but my [..]
[..] and was[its only trace]
[..] face of a man with time to [..]

Said, we're where the theatre goes
Smaller still then what the movie shows
Bigger than our inside [..]
But a little bit bigger than our tv screen
When you take the time to [see it trough]
[..] what you choose to do
Cutting it down or cut it out
Doin' the work don't mean you work it out
We can work it out

One trough east, one trough west
One flew over the cukoos's nest
One trough east, one trough west
I flew over the cukoos's nest

One trough east, one trough west
One flew over the cukoos's nest
One trough east, one trough west
I flew over the cukoos's nest

One trough east, one trough west
One flew over the cukoos's nest
One trough east, one trough west
I flew over the cukoos's nest

if you're living on the right side
than you got to let him in
you got to let him in

if you're living on the right side
you got to let him in

Modern Baby
Union Maid:
61. 2003-12-17 (359 kb) 1:29

This fire is in a modern [...]
No way to make it rain
There's no way [...]
[..] downtown

You're just a modern baby
There's no way to move
[..]
all the things and all the time
You're find your place just like I have mine

Don't know the next words for you
[..]
It's my day of rest
so don't you [..]
'cause you are all the [..]

Thought I’d transcribe this Christmas UM from last year. I put in some filler words in a couple of places. I know they’re probably wrong.

Peace to all of you


Ghost of Christmas Past
UM 63. 2003-12 23 (728 kb) 2:59

Went down to the company Christmas party that night
[Handholds] and drinking for free and setting things right
Started talking to the waitresses on the catering staff
They said they’ll be out of work by January 1st and they all had a laugh
I said I’ll have another round and that won’t be my last
I want to catch a glimpse of that ghost of Christmas past

Leaned over to a woman who was drinking a beer
She was decked out from head to toe and grinning ear to ear
She said it’s great to see some of that good old company pride
I said looks like this year couldn’t kill that spirit of yuletide
I said this [telephone] can be charted on the company graft
While we were both looking for the ghost of Christmas past

Now Charles Dickens was a dickens
Yeah and they robbed his story blind
They used it over and over just like excuses of mankind
Oh holy night
The stores are brightly shining
This is the night they stay open late for you

But I was drunk at the company Christmas party that night
Trying to put my financial troubles in a better light
But I struck up a conversation with one of them CEOs
Normally they make me nervous like celebrities or politicians
I think you know
Well they asked me if I was having a good time and I said
Sure Joe, but I rather have my job back
It was just at that moment he just stared at me unconsciously
And we both looked quite embarrassed

Yes I said I was as red as Santa Claus stumbling out to my task
Huh, weaving home
Looking for the ghost of Christmas past

This is what Willson had send my by mail (I'm still updating, so it isn't online yet)

Went down to the company Christmas party, hey hey
Head home to drink [...] and settin things right
Started talking to the waitresses on the catering staff
They said they'd be out of work by January 1st
And then we... all had a laugh
I said I'll have another round and that won't be my last
Wanna catch a glimpse of that Ghost of Christmas Past

Leaned over to a woman who was drinking... a beer
She's decked out from head to toe and grinning ear to ear
She said it's great to see some of that good ole company pride
I said it looks like this year couldn't kill that spirit of yuletide
I said this kind of fun can't be charted on no company graph
I will go looking for the Ghost of Christmas Past

Now, Charles Dickens was a dickens
Yeah they robbed his story blind
They used it over and over
Just like excuses of mankind

Oh holy night... the stores are brightly shining
This is night they stay open late for you

But I was drunk at the company Christmas party that night
Trying to put my financial troubles in a better light
But I struck up conversation with one of them CEO's
Normally they make me nervous like celebrities or politicians
I think you know
Well they asked me if I was having a good time, and I said "Sure Joe"
But I'd rather have my job back
Well it was just at that moment he just started at me all conscious
And we both looked quite embarrassed
Guess I said I was really Santa Claus stumbling out to my tax
Leaving home, looking for the Ghost of Christmas Past

Jess, have you been holding onto these lyrics or you did you have nothing to do for a couple of days? Wow, you've been busy!

nah.. just hanging around a bit. I have a three week break between my written/oral and my practical finals and I wanted to take a week to relax. Well.. working on the page is my way of relaxing :D and I couldn't go on, because the lyrics where missing, and so I just thought I try some on my own.

"Attention" was quite funny :D

I think I should upload the lyrics, so that we can see what we have, but it's a bit under construction

http://www.commonrotation.de/englisch/music/lyrics.html

btw.. I have to admit that I mixed something up with the "way too much" lyrics. there is only one left sorry for that

The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire)
Written by Mel Torme and Robert Wells

UM 298. CR 2004-12-25 (514 kb) 3:22


Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows
A turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother’s child is going to spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
All thought it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
Merry Christmas to you

Wasted Words*
2004-12-26

Hollywood Elitist
Secular Defeatist
Bodies Baptised
In mercury

But for the formula
Children mouthing mantras
[Chilling eyes and mountainous query]

[…] the flocks and cattle stocks
While science monitors
[… rocks] and master locks
On counter culture

I’m the nation
I’m the glory
I’ll pledge my patience
to this hard luck story
Wasted words

Where’s the […] face
On the birth race
It’s tangled up in
Steel and wages

[Try the..]
[Send some] angels to the dance
Pull the switch on all the cages
Take them out to nothing else
[..pastures...]
Turn around, it’s taking stealth
Deep down in the valley

I’m the nation
I’m the glory
I’ll pledge my patience
to this hard luck story
Wasted words
Wasted words


how about this for a new attempt at Wasted Words? .. since there have been further versions since the last lyrics were put up in November and this is what I'm hearing now.

I just put these up hoping that if I start it, folks would be inspired to correct me. I mean, look what I came up with:

Wasted Words*
2004-12-26

Hollywood elitist
Secular defeatist
Bodies baptized in mercury

But for the formula
Children mouthing mantras
Chilling eyes and mountainous query

[Kill] the flocks and cattle stocks
While science monitors
[...] [rocks] and master locks
On counter culture

I’m the nation
I’m the glory
I’ll pledge my patience to this hard luck story
Wasted words

Where’s the [... face]
On the birth race
It’s tangled up in steel and wages

[Try the old and the aunts]
[Sent some] angels to the dance
Pull the switch on the cages

Take them out to nothing else
[Those] pastures [plenty]
Turn around, it’s taking stealth
Deep down in the valley

I’m the nation
I’m the glory
I’ll pledge my patience to this hard luck story
Wasted words

(wonderful section of Adam and Eric singing over and around each other)

I’m the nation
I’m the glory
I’ll pledge my patience to this hard luck story

I’m the nation
I’m the glory
I’ll pledge my patience to this hard luck story

Wasted words
Wasted words
Wasted words

Help Is On The Way
UM 300. 2004-12-27 (575 kb) 3:43


Kick the block out the [...] [cell]
As soon as it over, as soon as I’m right
I’m a horse race for the newlyweds
A photo finish in black and white

The bets are placed and the rope is [set]
The sun is shining, my mind is clear
And no one can believe that I ain’t been yet
The question remains will I shed a tear

Cause, help is on the way now
Help is on the way
Well, help is on the way now
Help is on the way

Well, Samuel sir is my name [...]
Once my lover had gone from me
I once had a mother that screamed till I hurt
I loved her in spite of her way with me

Well, help is on the way now
Help is on the way
Well, help is on the way now
Help is on the way

Well I don’t know where I’m headed
I don’t know if time will tell
When anywhere [...]
But the sound inside of your [...]

Well, kick the block, watch my nerves contract
Watch my eyeballs a bulging now
This silent scene will fade to black
My swaying body leaves them without a doubt

That help is on the way now
Help is on the way
Help is on the way now
Help is on the way

Well, help is on the way
Help is on the way

did some filling/slight changin' ...

Help Is On The Way December 28 2004, 6:49 AM


Help Is On The Way
UM 300. 2004-12-27 (575 kb) 3:43


Kick the block out, the prayer's been said
As soon as it over,is as soon as I’m right
I’m a horse race for the newlyweds
A photo finish in black and white

The bets are placed and the rope is set
The sun is shining, my mind is clear
And no one can believe that I ain’t dead yet
The question remains will I shed a tear

Cause, help is on the way now
Help is on the way
Well, help is on the way now
Help is on the way

Well, Samuel sir is my name [...]
Once had a lover who called for me
I once had a mother that screamed till it hurt
I loved her despite of her way with me

Well, help is on the way now
Help is on the way
Well, help is on the way now
Help is on the way

Well I don’t know where I’m headed
I don’t know if time will tell
For anywhere might lead to heaven
But the sound inside of your head is a living hell

Well, kick the block, watch my nerves contract
Watch my eyeballs a bulging now
This silent scene will fade to black
My swaying body leaves them without a doubt

That help is on the way now
Help is on the way
Help is on the way now
Help is on the way

Well, help is on the way now
Help is on the way now

[..we're out of time now
It's too late now]

Depressing song.

you're not kidding Briel. Powerful imagery - couldn't stop thinking about it for hours.

I'm calling this UM "The City" just to have something to attach the lyrics to.

The City*
UM 305. 2005-01-05 (660 kb) 4:20


The city she speaks to me
With a twinkling prophecy
[...] an ounce of golden dust
[...] the pan of autonomy

La di dah
La di dah
La di dah
Da di dah

You can cry for the object in motion
Crack a smile for a surface devotion
[...] will be taken to task
The first [...]

Trouble [...]
All the bridges have [burned, blurred]
Waves of chemicals pound the shores
Show the town they were obscure

La di dah
La di dah
La di dah
Da di dah

You can [...] the clock [...]
Count the definite hands [...]
[...] they’re taken to task
The first [...]

La di dah
La di dah
Dah dah dah
Dah dah

La di dah
La di dah
Dah dah dah
Dah dah

La di dah
La di dah
Dah dah dah
Dah dah

La di dah
La di dah
Dah dah dah
Dah dah

As usual, please review and revise.

Gone Away*
UM 310. 2005-01-11 (671 kb) 4:25


Repeat that again, I missed it the first time
For I am allowed to toe the line
And that [...] this part of your [...]
And together they say [drop] [...]

It’s not that this isn’t [completion]
I look at your face and dream this way
Cause I assure you all my restlessness
From anything you have to say

Gone away, they’ve gone away
The answers to our questions, the [rancor] in the fray
All the good intentions and the brilliant things to say
They’ve gone away, they’ve gone away

This kitchen table is a way station
To empty my pockets full of rye
And ashes are just good conversation
It’s good morning, don’t ask why

They’ve gone away, they’ve gone away
All the finest silver, the gold they gave [away]
All essential memories and the brilliant things they say
They’ve gone away, they’ve gone away

Time drags us along
Soon all the love will be gone

Gone away, gone away
All the answers to our questions and the [rancor] in the fray
All the good for nothings and the brilliant things they say
They’ve gone away, they’ve gone away
They’ve gone away

Yes, I even try to transcribe songs that are still works in progess. A very political one here, even with the missing words. Different from the 12-30 version a few days ago.

Please review and revise. Go ahead, you know you want to.


My Dear Old Friend
UM 311. 2005-01-12 (569 kb) 3:44


I tripped outside the airport
Industrial park
[...] on [Fifth] Avenue
The shooting the dark

I lived in my fears thru the ambush
The unsuspecting guest
I open my eyes to the [nonesuch]
And put the ties to the test

There’s more strength in all of my tears
Than all your laughs combined
Well, you never struggled thru a single fear
You [harbored] [power] and passed it off as [...]

My dear old friend
My dear old friend

Fumbling for the address
[The landscape] get [all red]
[...] [out] all of the excess
Affecting all the dead

The body count keeps piling up
[...] to the sky
The casualties may come and go
But the sounds will never die

Well there’s more life in just one breath
Than all of your thoughts combined
But you never kissed off the hand of death
While holding forth behind closed doors
The [hotel, whole ...] out of line

My dear old friend
My dear old friend

Here comes the place where you won’t
Here comes the place where you
Here comes the place where you won’t go

My dear old friend
My dear old friend
My dear old friend
My dear old friend

New/more lyrics for this song.

The UM isn’t really 602 kb, it’s recorded on top of Attention. Price to Pay only goes to 1:40.


Price to Pay
UM 314. 2005-01-17 (602 kb) 1:40

Don’t lay down
Send me off on a slow boat to Chinatown
Lot of different [shades/shakes/shapes]
Like a tiny car of circus clowns
They don’t make you laugh that you [hold on down down]

When the money goes
To them and all those pointless [spare windows/spare wins, those]
Getting the leg up on the win
Washing off the hand of dirty sin
It seems like the end must be a good place to begin

'Cause you can’t just predict that kind of loss
No matter what they say
You’re turning the corners
You’re cutting the cost
But there’s a price to play


--------------------------------------------
And, just to refresh your memory, here are the lyrics from the last time this song was a UM.


Price To Pay
UM 209. 2004-08-31 (357 kb) 1:28

Morning glory
Here comes my story
You probably heard this one before
We have a few drinks, you have a few laughs
Then you put them all down on my tab
Don't worry, I’ll call you a cab

You just can't predict that kind of loss
No matter what they say
You’re turning in the corner
You’re cutting the cost
But there's a price to pay

There's a price to pay
There's a price to pay

It's like a million trillion dollars

Ah, what the hell…

Flute Boy*
(UM 328 - February 9, 2005 (321 kb) 2:08

[thumbs, times] up
keep the pedal to the hand out
tell the vision on with the gray tusk
keep the peel in the fine above
drag along the double side dusk

true the farmer with the apple
over extended with love
the words you spoke
to tell it below
but end it above
aside from knee or some other body part
dodge the conveyor belt
make the weather that turns the style
whether or not you felt

It has its place
It has its time
Fool us all
With the flute, little boy

People hear the sound of your name
And nothing more
Except they smoke your hair
To get to know you better
Stick your finger in the air and
Paint with your open sore
Take on the trouble
And the trouble a sample
[---] on the center

It all has its place
It has its time
Fool us all
With your flute, little boy

This Nonsense*
UM 329. February 14, 2005 (143 kb) 0:56

True to form, this nonsense
I’ve no time to spin another yard
Or to paint the fading fence

Cause sweet mouth on the phone
She’s been dying to break thru
Waiting to take the place

--- [by the side] ---
---
--- [all alone]

True to form, this nonsense
I’ve no time to spin another yard
Or to paint the fading fence, no

Words and music by Hank Williams Sr.

I wandered so aimless life filled with sin
I wouldn’t let my dear saviour in
Then Jesus came like a stranger in the night
Praise the lord I saw the light.

I saw the light I saw the light
No more darkness no more night
Now I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
Praise the lord I saw the light.

Just like a blind man I wandered along
Worries and fears I claimed for my own
Then like the blind man that God gave back his sight
Praise the lord I saw the light.

I saw the light I saw the light
No more darkness no more night
Now I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
Praise the lord I saw the light.

I was a fool to wander and astray
Straight is the gate and narrow the way
Now I have traded the wrong for the right
Praise the lord I saw the light.

I saw the light I saw the light
No more darkness no more night
Now I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
Praise the lord I saw the light.

Your quote about "Cuckoos Nest".....
I'm not sure.. is it "one to east" or "One through east"?

I thought it was "One flew east and one flew west, one flew over the cuckoos nest". It kind of does sound like "through" though. HMMM..... I'm gonna stick with "flew" though....

V

"flew" sounds good, I will go with it. Thanks

I'd say "flew" as well.

I tried to fill up some of the blanks (and created some new ones instead ) :

Well, there's a [... block] in a summers day
On my dancelist of things to say
Said that if I never let them in
Then I come out or let them win

I remember a time when you where young
And we could dance beneath the sun
'Cause [... block (same as above)] in a summers day
Means that all these people are in my way

[... mercy me]
All the things that I used to be
A different shade of a family-tree
Will grow and it casts its shadow on me
There wasn't a choice to be this way
And there wasn't a choice to never waste away

What I write is irrelevant
If I only by [..]
time that it gets in
no, by the time it gets in

One flew east and one flew west
One flew over the cukoos's nest
One flew east and one flew west
I flew over the cukoos's nest

[... side down]
When I was younger
I could fall asleep at will
No, but my tendencies grow [...]
No, and was the only traces
Of slightest grace
On a passing face
Of a man with time to [...]

Said, we're where the theatre goes
Smaller still then what the movie shows
Bigger than our [inside ...]
But a little bit bigger than our tv screen
When you take the time to see it trough
[...] what you choose to do
Cutting it down or cut it out
Doin' the work don't mean you work it out
We can work it out

One flew east and one flew west
One flew over the cukoos's nest
One flew east and one flew west
I flew over the cukoos's nest

One flew east and one flew west
One flew over the cukoos's nest
One flew east and one flew west
I flew over the cukoos's nest

One flew east and one flew west
One flew over the cukoos's nest
One flew east and one flew west
I flew over the cukoos's nest

[Handed] on the right side
You gonna let 'em in
And you gotta let 'em in

[Handed] on the right side
You let 'em in

great trulla, make the work even harder :D

Yeah, that's what I usually do... :]

Hee leaving Briel (?!) to fill in the REST of the words to Found lol

I wish I'd taken a live recording of Adeline! - Did anyone else over the last shows?? -I seem to have taken more lines OUT than put words IN since the previous listing of this! The words from the last UM have changed to what I can make out in the Webcast recording of the Bitter End .. which seem different again to what I remember from the Point! And this is a mix of all 3 ..seeking a much better effort pretty please!

Adeline
-------

Trapped outside the airport
In an Industrial park
[..]
The shooting and the dark

I’ve opened my eyes to the ambush
The unsuspected guest
I’ve opened my ears to [this nonsense]
And put the task to the test

Well there’s more strength in one of my tears
Than all of your laughs combined
Well, you never struck off a single fear
You harbour power, while passing it off as
[A ...]

My dear old friend
my dear old friend

Fumbling for the [atlas]
[…]
[...]
Collecting all the dead

The body count keeps reaching
[...] to the sky
The casualties they come and go
While we’re changing that last line
We’re changing that last line

Well there’s more life in just one breath
Than all of your nerves combined
But you’ll never kiss off the hand of death
You harbour power, you hold your court
Behind closed doors of The Hotel Adeline


My dear old friend
My dear old friend

Here comes the place where you won’t
Here comes the place where you
Here comes the place where you won’t go

My dear old friend
My dear old friend
My dear old friend
My dear old friend

Found - 022805

I found Jesus
In the strangest of places
Where mothers bruised faces
Were raped in vain
Yeah, I saw Jesus
In the darkest of alleys
Yeah, far from the valleys
That bore the fruit of his name
I saw him walkin’
With men of big business
Getting his own inside tips
Without the sense of shame
Well he was born into it
His father was an important man
He don’t have to take a stand
Comin’ from where he came
Yeah, I found my Savior
With his hand in the cookie jar
In bed with a movie star
Sellin’ his sex tape on TV
Yeah, I saw him pullin’ strings
To make the puppets dance
To suggestive romance
While fallin’ down on your knees
Fall down
Get down on your knees
And suck it, ha
I found my Lord
[?In front of us all?] with unholy water
Enlistin’ all our sons and daughters
All my sisters and brothers
All my sisters and brothers
Now I found him
Singin’ his own praises
Givin’ himself his own raises
Makin’ us feel like we’re better than all the others
Well I saw my Savior
Way before the times of the bible
Before [?]
Yeah, I found him singin’ his own phrases
Givin’ himself his own raises
Makin’ us feel like if we could leave we would feel no pain
No pain
Well I saw my Savior I swear
In the spell that you’re all under
Yeah, I have his number
Yeah, I have his name
Woo Hoooo
Ahh Yeah
Yeah, I found my Savior
I know his name
I know his name
Yeah, I know his name
Yeah, I know his name
Yeah, I know his name


*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Thank you Briel .. love the lyrics in this.. it needed writing down.

think I (nearly?!) got the only missing bit

Well I saw my Savior
Way before the times of the bible
Before [?]


Well I saw my Savior
Way before the times of the bible
Before (this?) disciples
Before Abel killed Cain

wow, I like these even better now. I could only understand some of them before, but now that I see all of them, they're super awesome. good job eric!!

Sometimes it's so much easier to understand what a song is about when you can see it written out.

UM 347. Turtle Dove* - March 14, 2005 (470 kb) 3:05 (1:38 actual)


Boy I don’t know how to lose
Know you can make me choose
We all heard what you said
I’d be better off dead
But then you’ll have to bury me

See I don’t believe in you
But who wants you to feel that I do
How can you care
When from where over there
You’re sure taking your sweet time too

So this is the way we move
Kick off your Sunday shoes

Don’t leave her alone with me
Don’t leave her alone with me
However we fall
To the arms of the floor
I’ll be your turtle dove no more

I’m praying for World War III
I am praying for World War III
I’ll fight and I’ll die
And I won’t ask why
And you’ll have to sing for me

Yo del lay hee hee hoo


The 2nd line might be "No, you can make me choose".

Have we decided what to name the above song? I actually like "Turtledove", since it's such a unique word in the song, but I'm weird.

Here's the definition of turtledove:

1. A slender European dove having a white edged tail and a soft purring voice.
2 A mourning dove.

Now I can't get "Turtledove" out of my head, what with the soft purring voice (Adam) and the mourning (about war) parts of the defintion.

See, I told you I'm weird. Anybody want rename the song? I'm sure that can't be what Adam calls it.

Maybe "Praying for WWIII"? That's not too long. And it's a phrase from the song that stands out more than "Turtledove".

I know they usually have really short titles on the set lists, but I really can't think of what to call this. It'll turn out they have a completely different title for this song anyway. I just want to name it for the UM list and the title assigned, "Way We Move", is another song.

Well I've been listening to the song over and over trying to come up with a good title and i got a few but non are really fitting. It sounds sad and mildly angry and upset. Kinda break up songy. "Falling" would work as a title but it seems to abrupt. "Falling Apart"? the songs got a kinda sweet sadness to it. "Restless"? Hmmm. I've never tried to name a song it's harder than I thought. I haven't a clue what Adam would call it I claim no insight to how his mind works. I can't even claim insight to how my mind works, when it works. It sounds abit like, even if he wins he loses kinda song. "Sweet Sadness"? No that sounds alittle to sappy. I'm braindead at the moment so maybe I can think more later.

Length of a title doesn't matter. Remember that setlists are abbreviated. The guys aren't opposed to long titles (think "It's Always More Than Once Before it Takes"). But I do like "Turtledove" for the fan title. It's sad and beautiful at the same time like the song.

Well, I was thinking about the UM files on my computer, too. Don't want to have the name too long! I love the long named "It's Always More Than Once Before It Takes" myself. The last UM archive name for it is more_than_once.

So, a vote for Turtledove? Thanks, Jayden!

I think "Turtledove" has a better ring to it than anything I can think of. I vote for it.

Attention
UM 349. March 19, 2005 (4.37 MB) 4:44


Depression
This was your great depression
I hope it’s worth the moment
I hope it’s worth the wait

Intentions
These are all good intentions
These are lessons in motion
Now you’ll anticipate

It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye

One private eye on the prize
That [time will] dance away
Don’t blink when you realize
You’ll live to fight another day
You’ll have to fight another day

Attention
Can I have your attention?
Don’t think you’ve been listening
And it worries me

Suppression
In this tumbling succession
Just breaking impressions
Within the [---]

It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye

One private eye on the prize
That [time will] dance away
Don’t blink when you realize
You’ll live to fight another day
You’ll have to fight another day

One private eye on the prize
That [time will] dance away
Don’t blink when you realize
You’ll live to fight another day
You’ll have to fight another day

You’ll live to fight another day
You’ll have to fight another day

Day...
Day...
Day...



I certainly hope I’m not disappointing the band when I transcribe the words inaccurately. I try my best. You know you all are invited to correct me.

Fatal Flaw
UM 350. March 20, 2005 (2.56 MB) 2:47


Don't make a sound
Don't even think about it
We'll cut your tongue out if you try to talk
Don't look around
Don't make eye contact
Don't even motion in a state of shock

‘Cause truly I see there is a great distraction
A fatal flaw in all that's come to pass
Between you and me I'll have a great reaction
This satisfaction is a [---]

Is that you laughing
There’s nothing funny here
You move files in a face of a riot
Don’t let them in
It’s not their turn to stare
I’m driving this rig until they buy it

‘Cause truly I see there is a great distraction
A fatal flaw in all that's come to pass
Between you and me I'll have a great reaction
This satisfaction is a [---]

Museum piece
All the broken [---]
[---] garbage [---]
Or the chicken or the egg
It’s Mozambique
Yeah it’s what they say
The [attack] [---] is so far away

Don't make a sound
Don't even think about it
This satisfaction is a [---]
This satisfaction is a [---]

Attention:

Depression
This was your great depression
Hope it was worth the moment
Hope it was worth the wait

Intentions
These were all good intentions
These were lessons in motion
Now you’ll anticipate

It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye

One private eye on the prize
That in time never dance away
Don’t blink when you realize
You’ll live to fight another day
You’ll have to fight another day

Attention
Can I have your attention?
Don’t think you’ve been listening
And it worries me

Suppression
In this tumbling succession
Just breaking impressions
Of images you save

It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye
It’s a private eye

One private eye on the prize
That in time never dance away
Don’t blink when you realize
You’ll live to fight another day
You’ll have to fight another day

One private eye on the prize
That in time never dance away
Don’t blink when you realize
You’ll live to fight another day
You’ll have to fight another day

You’ll live to fight another day
You’ll have to fight another day

Day...
Day...
Day...


*********************
I don't think the line that goes "That in time never dance away" makes much sense but that's what it sounds like to me.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

All The Things You Already Have
UM 352. March 23, 2005 (3.06 MB) 3:19


Prolific moments of shapeless hauntings
They're not scary, what's scary is the wanting
Of all the things you already have

Father play me a vacancy
Momma say that you'll make it up to me
With all the things you already have
Yeah all the things you already have

My mind is handsome and unbound
I just can't summon up a sound

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
May I have your attention please
This is the shot heard round the world
Repeat after me

Bite your nails and string out your gum
[These] nasty habits they want to become
All the things you already have
Yeah, all the things you already have

You want your issues like a slasher film
Predictable and laughfully gruesome
Like all the things you already have
Yeah all the things you already have

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
May I have your attention please
This is the shot heard round the world
Repeat after me
Repeat after me

There’s a wire tap to the phone
That you can sell but you can’t own
The noise and buzz of [---] [tone]
[Defeating] you [---] that leaves you all alone

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
May I have your attention, please
This is the shot heard round the world
Repeat after me

This is the shot heard round the world
Repeat after me

This is a shot heard round the world
Repeat after me

Repeat after me, after me
Repeat after me

Prolific moments of shapeless hauntings
They're not scary, what's scary is the wanting
Of all the things you already have



Just tweaking the previous transcription and asking for help filling in the few words I can't understand.

Still*
UM 354. March 25, 2005 (496KB) 3:15


Wide awake and homeless
Truly like a slave
And one prayer for the careful
One prayer for the weak
And round without cause
And a slow motion turn back to hell
For I can see the predator pause
I hear rustling in the water
And [---]

You can file out in order
You can handle all you kill
You can teach yourself to sing softer
You can learn to stand still

[---] in the [tumble]
[Immediate, And mediate] in surprise
Make for the [bully pulpit]
It will take you out for a ride
Nothing fancy nothing new
But there’s an awkward taste in the back of my mouth
Well there’s [palacious] [space] to [children]
These hills [cradle] [hard]
But we shall not want
We shall not waste

You can file out in order
You can handle all you kill
You can teach yourself to sing softer
You can learn to stand still
You can learn to stand still
Learn to stand still
But don’t you learn to stand still

Wide awake and homeless
Truly like a slave
Yeah one prayer for the careful
One prayer for the weak

"palacious" is not a word. If I even have the word right, it should be "palatial"

Do Re Mi
Woody Guthrie

UM 356. March 30, 2005 (659kb) 4:20 (2:50 actual, recorded over 2005-01-04 La Ti Da)


Lots of folks back east they say
They’re leaving home everyday
Hitting the hot old dusty trail
For the California line
Across the desert sands they roll
Getting out of that old dust bowl
They think they're going to sugar bowl
This is what they find
Cause the police at the port of entry say
You’re number fourteen thousand for today

Oh you ain’t got the do re mi boy
You ain’t got the do re mi
You better go back to beautiful Texas,
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California is a Garden of Eden
A paradise to live in or see
But believe or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do re mi

But if you own a house or farm
It won’t do nobody no harm
To take your vacations by the mountains or the sea
Don't trade that old cow for a car
Better stay right where you are
Better take this little tip from me
Cause I read it in the want ads every day

Oh if you ain’t got the do re mi boy
You ain’t got the do re mi
You better go back to beautiful Texas,
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California is a Garden of Eden
A paradise to live in or see
But believe or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do re mi

Oh if you ain’t got the do re mi boys
You ain’t got the do re mi
Better go back to beautiful Texas,
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee

There Stands A Glass+
(written by Russ Hull, Mary Jean Shurtz and Audrey Grisham, Unichappel Music/Jamie Music BMI)

UM 358 - April 9, 2005 (360 kb) 2:21


There stands a glass
That will ease all my pain
That will settle my brain
It's my first one today

There stands a glass
That will hide all my tears
That will drown all my fears
It’s my first one today

I'm wond'ring where you are tonight
I'm wond'ring if you all right
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery

There stands a glass
Fill it up to the brim
Till my troubles grow dim
It's my first one today

I'm wond'ring if you all right
I'm wond'ring where you are tonight
I wonder if you think of me
In my misery

There stands a glass
That will ease all my pain
Make me forget your name
It's my first one today

There stands a glass

Clear Skies*
UM 359 - April 13, 2005 (482 kb) 3:10


Baby don’t worry
The skies all look clear
The sun’s paid its respect as the stars reappear
They’re all we can hope for
They’re all that we can need
They’re all we can count on and that’s been agreed
That the moon’s turned its back on us
It has a mind of its own
This praying doesn’t leave us alone

Baby don’t worry
Cause you know it just aint so
The darkness has crept up just to keep us in tow
It’s holding our hands now
Cause we need to be shown
That we can never be alone


Also heard as
218. Piano instrumental* - September 12, 2004 (611 kb) 2:30 (1:35 actual over 2004-08-20 Fatal Flaw)
223. Don't Worry Baby* - September 19, 2004 (814 kb) 3:20 (0:48 actual over 2004-09-12 Hey Lena)
243. Don't Worry Baby*- October 14, 2004 (430 kb) 1:46 (it’s the one with all the birds singing!)

One Big Fan
UM 364. 05-04-2005 (550 kb) 3:36


It’s all over, I know
It’s the end of the show
It’s time to head home
But I wonder where you go
So I follow you out to the bus and maybe
I’ll be invited to the after party
And then you will get to know
That I just can’t say no

Cause I’m one big fan
And I’ve got my own band
And the front row we will we stand
Divided by the wall
Well, I’m one big fan
And that you don’t understand
If I could just touch your hand
That I’d never fall

Well, the list, it was great
Photocopied but hey, wait
Was it your hand that smudged that ink?
Did you play that one? Wait, let me think
Oh yes, you sang it just for me
Cause no one else could understand that line, you see
I made it the caption in quotes
It’s immortalized something you wrote
No thanks for you

Cause I’m one big fan
And I’ve got my own band
In the front row we will stand
Divided by the wall
Cause I’m one big fan
And you don’t understand
If I could just touch your hand
I’d never fall

Now you’ve pulled away
And there’s never time to stay
And as I drive home alone
You become a poem
About how much I ache every day
Until the next time we meet, I will say

That I’m one big fan
That you’ll never understand
If I could just touch your hand
I’d swear I’d never fall again

One big fan

God, I love that song. "One Big Fan". I've been listening to it on repeat since this morning....glad I have proper lyrics now.

Jessie, I don't know I'd call them the "proper" lyrics. They're just my transcribed ones. Although this one was pretty easy. I may have just a couple of words wrong.

New one


You mustn’t worry just what
A great mind can’t allow
Believe all little girls
Trouble looks to unfurl


It’s dreaming half way
Across the land
You save and you play
More than pain ( or games or something)

Want to ponder in your heart ( or something like heart but not!)
Wonder if I talk out loud
Its time to set the record straight
Lay it out on a blacklist in the day ( Errr not sure!)

Its dreaming halfway
Across the land
You save and you pray
More than pain

More than pain to finish

Thanks for putting that song up first, anonymous. How about this tweak? (Sometimes I wish Eric would come with a red pencil and say, "Nope, wrong, where did this come from, oh nice try, but that's so not what I sang." haha!)


More Than Pain
UM 365. May 5, 2005 (508 kb) 3:20


You mustn’t worry just what
A great mind can’t allow
Believe all little girls
Troubled looks to unfurl

It’s dreaming half way
Across the lane
You seem that you play
More than pain

Want to ponder in your heart
More likely if I talk out loud
It’s time to set the record straight
Lay it out on a blacklist in the day

It’s dreaming half way
Across the lane
You seem that you pray
More than pain

More than pain
More than pain
More than pain
More than pain
More than pain
More than pain

Ok....after putting "One Big fan" on CD, so I can listen to it in the car....I have to fix a lyric with something I hear. It could be wrong, but it sure sounds like it.

Instead of:

You become a poem
About how much I ache every day
Until the next time we meet, I will say

It should be:

You become a poem
About how much I hate you every day
Until the next time we meet, I will say


shrugs For the song, to me, it makes sense that way.



Jessie

Jessie, that's what I had been thinking the lyric was too.

I've listened to the song trying to hear those other words, but I don't hear it. The song is from the point of view of the fan thinking about the band. I don't think the fan would hate the band. I think the fan would long for the next time they would meet. Also, the lyric speaks of a poem and heartache goes with poetry.

"You become a poem about how much I ache every day"

makes more sense to me than

"You become a poem about how much I hate you every day"

The change in words give the lyric totally opposite meanings.

I do think I'm missing a word at the start of the line. Which means I need to change "you" to accomodate the new word.

Now you’ve pulled away
And there’s never time to stay
And as I drive home alone
And you’ve become a poem
About how much I ache every day
Until the next time we meet, I will say


I don't think that's using the word "and" too many times. If you're a fan, all your thoughts would tumble together into one long run on sentence.

Uhh, I heard "I hate you" too.

-- -- -- --
BK Lounge

"I hate you" actually makes perfect sense within the context of the song. It's an illustration of the frustration the fan feels. Believe me, a lot of people do the "I hate you, I love you" thing.

Jayden said
"I hate you" actually makes perfect sense within the context of the song. It's an illustration of the frustration the fan feels. Believe me, a lot of people do the "I hate you, I love you" thing.

Oh. I didn't think of it like that. My fannish behavior doesn't include hate, and I wasn't thinking about that angle.

My ears still refuse to hear "I hate you every day". However, I may admit to "I hate every day". I still don't hear "hate" in any case.

I'd ask Eric the next time I see him, but now I'm scared to.

Eric, where's that red pencil?

Well, yeah, the song doesn't encompass the fan experiences of everyone, it's not intended to. It's getting into the head of the especially fanatical. Someone who is a little too fixated on the musician or band in question (which, mind you, could be anyone, not necessarily Common Rotation).

I'm with the people who hear "I hate you" as well. Makes sense to me.

Yea, I heard "I hate you" too. I totally understand wanting to hate someone because you don't want to like them, but it never works.

Peace Love and Cheese

I don't think it's about "wanting to hate someone because you don't want to like them." It's about obsession. You have someone who's completely obsessed and devoted to someone, but it's not reciprocated. As the song says, "now you've pulled away and there's never time to stay." So the person feels betrayed and rejected by the object of their desire, even if said object was oblivious to what's been going on (most likely because they've never even met the fan in the first place). And the fan becomes bitter and grows to hate them. I've seen it happen a lot, and not just in the "fandom" sense.

yeah have seen this too believe me it's not pretty when a fan gets that obsessed. i don't think I could get that way but i know i maybe close when it came to somethings I always get a very big slap of reality from my inner me when i get to close to that line. It does sound like hate you now that i listened to it again. curious it sounds like ache also.. Ok Eric clear this up please

I really like this song and when I first heard this song I heard:-

‘You become a poem about how much I ache every day’

and even after the above comments I still hear ‘ache’

I was thinking about "One Big Fan" this weekend. Ladies, do you ever get irritated when some "amorous" stranger stares at you on the street, whistles or yells something at you? Even if he has good intentions, do you feel vulnerable - like your space is being invaded?

I can't imagine having people that I don't know coming up to me, calling me by name and speaking to me with a tone of familiarity. I really can't fathom these people shrieking, crying, hugging and/or kissing me the second they see me. Even if I knew that it might happen, it would probably overwhelm me.

CR loves and respects their fans. They are very cool and understanding about this behavior and pose for pics, sign autographs and seem to genuinely enjoy interacting with the fans.

Some lines should not be crossed. The majority of CR fans seem to be very cool, supportive people. As for the (vocal) minority...well, a few of the things that I have read on this very board were inappropriate - one thing that I read online was scary and made me wonder if the writer was dangerous!

"One Big Fan" is not harsh at all -- perhaps its just a gentle reminder to respect the guys in the way that they respect us.

I'm with Anonymous. It's not harsh. But eveytime I listen to it, this wave of nausea hits me because I'm terrified that people would think that about me.

I've seen the love/hate relationship with bands. I was a victim of it when I was like 14....but I see know it was just blind admiration. Sometimes being a fan of someone can sometimes resemble an abusive relationship. They disappoint you time and again, because your image of them is skewed, and then do one thing right (or treat you with infinite kindness when you meet them) and you forgive it all.

I have a couple of friends who are in bands that got pretty big over the past few years. I sent them the link to hear "One Big Fan", and I got two phone calls after that saying that Eric had just written the perfect "fan obsession" song.

"One Big Fan" is the line that should never be crossed, like Anonymous said. It's....well, it's the groupie side of things.

And we probably shouldn't be talking about all this on a "new lyrics" thread.


Jessie

I think it's great that a song has generated so much discussion. It's obviously touched something in us and that's what a good song does.

Too bad the band doesn't do one of those "Storyteller" shows. I would so love to know the inspiration behind a lot of these songs. Even if you go with the "art is in the viewer's perception" idea, it's still nice to know where the composer's mind was at.

You know I'm going to have to take another look and a listen to the song again now. It's told from the fan's point of view, but I felt it expressed Eric's feelings toward the fan more than the fan's perceived feelings toward the band. Hence my comment that it was harsh. I'd be really happy to be wrong about that though.

And I'm with Jessie. Every time I think about it I feel sick at the thought that anyone might think that way about me, or any one or us.

I'd say the song is purely in the fan's perspective and reflects what Eric thinks may be the fan's feelings. I see it as an attempt to get into this type of person's head and figure out what the rationale in there is. It's basically putting oneself in another person's shoes to see what they experience, how, and why. To me, it's more empathic than harsh. Nothing about the lyrics condemn's the fan and at the same done, s/he's not condoned either.

I took another listen to One Big Fan and I agree that it's a song told by the fan's point of view. The only judgement being passed here is our own.

I agree with Watcher as in art is in the viewer's perspective. So, you've got to ask yourselves, why did you think it was harsh? Scary? Creepy? Because, according to the lyrics the "fan" doesn't actually DO anything TO anyone. And I also wonder what this "line that should not be crossed" the previous anonymous poster was refering to in regards to this song because apparently, there was no interaction between the fan and the person of desire.

Listen to it again. How did the song make you feel? Now, ask yourself why.

Peace Love and Cheese

I agree with Jo Ann. The fan in question never meets the person they admire so much, this is true.

For me, every time I listen to the song, I just picture that one person. Because there's always one person, be it female or male, that just noses around after the show is over. The one that even makes me feel uncomfortable (and I'm always the girl hanging out by the bus, just in case the band feels like signing some autographs....for me and the small crowd that always seems to follow me. ).

But there's always one. And they'll chat up the guitar techs and the sound guys, and basically try to flirt their way backstage. It creeps me out.

That's who and what I interpreted the "line" to be.

Why I feel that way? I've been to far too many concerts (both indie and popular), and it's always the same. It bothers me that pushing your way backstage or hounding them outside their transportation, just to get a glimpse of a member of a band has become par for the course. Because we all know that artists hate being jossled and poked, no matter how famous or unfamous they are. People have lost respect for musicians anymore. They're just property now. If you can pay the price, you can own pieces of them. Things they've touched. And then you pin them to the wall along with the shrine you keep to them.

It's sick.

Now, I have never met CR, and I doubt I ever will, but if I did....it wouldn't matter about autographs and pictures. I just want to talk to them, because they seem so damn interesting. I mean, the stuff Eric writes....it's art. All I would say to them is 'thank you'. (Although, might have to take a picture to have the memory stored away....)

I really need to stop writing on here.

[waits for the pelting of sharp objects that will come flying her way]


Jessie

Though this might not have anything to do with the topic in discussion, I went to a Marilyn Manson concert back in November, and there was this girl, mingling around the front of the stage, before the concert even began, offering sexual favors to the security guards and making out with random members of the audience. I mean, c'mon... can somebody say lack of self-respect? Jeez.

Sick.

Peace Suckahs.

Rach

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DanielFranzese.net

This is wrong the way that every one is trying to speculate on who this song is written about. It could be anyone or no one, inspired perhaps by a famous stalker of another band/celebrity. It may not be about a groupie type person, and to be honest I really don't think those fans that might be attracted to Eric, Adam etc ( ie fancy them) are the sinister possessive type of fan that the song may be about.

I don't think anyone is really speculating about who it's written about. (unless it's happening on LJ or something and I'm missing it all)

Don't go there stick to talking about the song.

No speculation from me. Jo Ann asked to explain why we feel the way we feel (whatever it may be) when we hear the song, and those were my thoughts. The line, "And then you will get to know / That I just can’t say no", is what got the most reaction out of me for the song. Hence my thoughts.

No one has even said that it was from Eric's personal experience. He could have written about things he's seen elsewhere, or heard about from others. The true and honest fact is, we'll never know. And that's ok. It's his thoughts and feelings to keep. I'm sure that if he happened upon the board, he'd be flattered that we've had so much discussion over something he wrote. Well, maybe not flattered....but he'd definitely get a good laugh out of it.

I am an occasional lurker who thinks it could be about any of you people posting in this thread. Me thinks some of you are getting a bit defensive.
Do we have a quilty conscience or 2 ?

Maybe but not in the way you would guess

There was another post before my don't go there comment but it's been removed so no harm done.

To try and get this topic back to today’s UM, here is my feeble attempt to transcribe the lyrics for ‘I’m back’ please feel free to fill in the blanks or change etc. This song is very fast and not the easiest to hear, but I like it:)

………..me to love her
Don’t even think
Can you watch as……..
….until……………….

Form a queue remember that……
Which brings me back around to say

Yes
I’m back, I’m back
I’m blocking off the entries
Stand back, stand back
The high powers have
Sent me down, sent me down

Just because physicians can
Not believe……..
……………………..
……off the take
To the one who’s feeling like me
But…my grandfathers clocks
Hands could not see

I’m back, I’m back
Clocking of the entries
I’m back, I’m back
The high powers have sent me back
I’m back, I’m blocking off the entries
Stand back, stand back
For a high power has sent me now
Sent me now

Whistle

Poor try at transcribing but ten out of ten for effort (help:()

Ok, my turn to weigh in on the song.

I think this song is the fan’s perspective on unrequited love. Maybe that makes me the blind optimist always looking for the good, I dunno.

The fan knows there's that line that shouldn't be crossed - "Divided by the wall". Longing to know the band better from afar. Sometimes maybe crossing that line by following them out to the bus, in the hopes of something more. But the fan never gets invited, and really wasn't expecting to. The fan doesn't get any closer to the band in the lyrics. And there are no bitter feelings expressed in the song. I’m still thinking it’s “ache” and not “I hate you”. Maybe my feelings about the song make me deaf, too.

The closest the fan can get to the band is reviewing set lists and discussing lyrics (cough, cough!).

When the fan goes home, it's to dream about the next time the fan and the band will cross paths again.

I think that in the lyrics

That you’ll never understand
If I could just touch your hand
I’d swear I’d never fall again

the fan is saying "if I could cross that line just once, I swear I'll never cross it again". The fan admits the weakness. But the fan knows that the opportunity will never happen because the fan knows the band doesn’t understand the yearning. The fan knows the wall divides both ways.

So that's my take on it. Maybe I'm blind, maybe I'm deaf. In any case, it's been a great discussion.

Damn, this always happens, I'm typing and somebody beats me in posting what I was going to.

Here's my version of the song, and I haven't looked at the other. Let's see how wrong I am this time.

368. I’m Back* - May 11, 2005 (272 kb) 1:46


[Timing’s a lover]
Down to the [creek]
And they watch our defeat
Until they [---]
[---]
[---]
Then she takes me back
Around to the [---]

Yes I’m back, I’m back
Well I’m blocking off the entry
Stand back, stand back
The higher powers will send me down
Send me down

Just [supposed to] position me there
I will be the [wind]
To catch that free [---]
[---] the [---]
My feelings I need
But my grandfather clock
My hands will be seen

Well I’m back, I’m back
Blocking off the entry
I’m back, I’m back
A higher power will send me back
I’m back
I’m blocking off the entry
Stand back, stand back
A higher power will send me down
Send me down

(whistles)


The music of this piece is really ear catching.

Hey lurker, I don't think anyone should feel guilty. I just think we should recognize that our behavior, healthy or unhealthy, may have an effect on others and we should take personal responsibility for our actions. Life is a learning process and sometimes we do not recognize that our words, decisions and actions can have such a strong impact.

Anyone on this board who may take their fandom "too far" now has the opportunity to think about it and perhaps make a few changes. That's a positive thing.

I guess I'll jump on the bandwagon as well.

The song describes the thoughts of this one fan. It could very well be a fan that has never spoken to the person of interest. The reason I posed the question before was because those of you who posted reactions such as creepy and scary etc. made me wonder why you think such thoughts were precursors to something bad. And, of course, there were some who automatically assumed that there were unseemly actions that accompanied those thoughts.

How do I feel about this song? Well, if anyone cares...I think it is sad and pathetic and I can easily identify with the "one big fan". It's not just about being a fan of a musician or actor or sport player but being an admirer of any one. It is me having a crush on someone else. To have that obsession, yearning, heartache for someone who is out of my reach. To hold onto false hope that maybe one day I will have that one opportunity to make that person of desire notice me. I'll hang on their every word, keep safe what little momento I have of them, try to like what they like, relive and dissect the meanings behind every smile, nod or movement they make my way. "If only I had the chance, they'll see we were meant to be together!" If only if only if only...

I freely admit to feeling this way, more times than I'd like. But the point is, as much as I am sad and pathetic, acting upon those feelings is a whole different issue. I've gone over board before but I've also just held it in and never let on.

So, I ask again, when you hear this song, why do you think it's harsh, scary and creepy? In the case of the Common Rotation guys, next time you go to a show, look around. Any one of those fans may have similar thoughts as the "one big fan". The entire audience may ALL be thinking the same way.

Peace Love and Cheese

*giggles* *has vision of the audience at the next CR show*

Poor guys....they'll be up on stage going, "Why is everyone so distracted? They won't even look at the stage."

Like I said before, I too have been the "one big fan". Just like Jo Ann. But I think, as you get older, it doesn't happen as much (and I'm not old at all....only 20). At least for me. But I'm a pessimist....so I never believe I have a chance with anyone. :)

But I will let you in on my first reaction to the song: I laughed. I laughed hysterically. Why? I don't know....it just hit me as sort of funny at first. Probably because I could identify. And upon a second and third listen, deciphering lyrics, I realized it was a tad more serious then I had initially thought. And I sat back and went, "Wow. I know some people who would like this", and immediately sent the link to the UM to some people.

I digress....

I've re-lurked to see the reactions. I questioned your guilty consciences just for some yucks! Just to tease some of you fans. I've been to a number of shows and am a big fan. It's nice when the guys come out and make themselves available. If they didn't want to be bothered they wouldn't come out. I've been to shows where they didn't show their face after the show.
That might be the time you put your obsesssions aside and let them be.
I'd bet they're like most of us who have days when we'd like to be left alone and other days when we want company and attention. You think? I know these guys appreciate their fans. I'd also bet they like seeing familiar faces in some of the far off places they travel to.

Personally, it would be neat to get all that fan attention, for awhile. Then I could see myself running away yelling Leave Me Alone!!!! Guess that's why I'm not up on stage......besides having absolutely not one iota of talent

Southern Moon+
Alton Delmore

UM 369. May 13, 2005 (439 kb) 2:2

http://www.delmorebrothers.net/somoon.html


Blue and lonely
Lonesome and sad
Longing for that Southland
And best times I have had

Oh when I see that Southern moon
I want to croon a lonely tune
I want meet my sweetheart down there in the lane
Hear those fellows lonely refrain
Oh Southern moon shine down again

Steamboat moving down the river
Stop and wait for me
I will help you load your cargo
If you ride me free

Oh when I see that Southern moon
I want to croon a lonely tune
I want to meet my sweetheart down there in the lane
Hear those fellows lonely refrain
Oh Southern moon shine down again

There I was happy
Nothing worried me
Southern moon was shining
Shining down on me

Oh when I see that Southern moon
I want to croon a lonely tune
I want to meet my sweetheart down there in the lane
Hear those fellows lonely refrain
Oh Southern moon shine down again


Eric: Heh, want to it again?
Adam: OK

Auctioneer

UM 371 - May 17, 2005 (618kb) 4:04


Fall by the wayside
Catch the math
Thrown like jasmine
Drawn like a graph

Speaking of numbers
Here’s a price
Put a tag on the asking
When you’re out of advice

Well, some of them will laugh
Some of them will give you
Some of them will laugh
Some of them will laugh

Don’t talk they whisper in your ear
They mouth paradigm dear
See the thought, hear the auctioneer
They bargain on your time, dear

Triple in value
Original piece
Existance encapsuled
While something must cease

Well, some of them will laugh
Some of them will laugh with you
Some of them will laugh
Some of them will laugh

Don’t talk they whisper in their ear
They mouth paradigm dear
See the thought, hear the auctioneer
They bargain on your time, dear

(Jordan horn, Eric guitar interlude)

Don’t talk they whisper in your ear
They mouth paradigm dear
See the thought, hear the auctioneer
They bargain on your time, dear
They bargain on your time, dear

(More horn and guitar)

Going in once
Going in twice
Sold


It might be
They bargain on your dime, dear"
which sounds auction-y and makes more auction-y sense. Kinda cool to have "paradigm" rhyme with "dime". Sounds the same, but spelled different.

Sometimes I hear "time", sometimes I hear "dime". They sing the line often enough, you'd think I could make up my mind.

Hey, maybe they alternate...

some of them will give you

Isn't that : some of them laugh with you ?

I'm not sure, you could be right ! What do you think?

Can anyone do 92 Mikes ?! I got a few lyrics down but....help ! I love that song and need to be able to sing it !

N x

Let Me Come Home*

UM 372 - May 20, 2005 (376KB) 2:27


Please let me come home now
Mama I’m a bloody thorn in the wind
Spring gave me birth and light
Summer has me sitting here in sin

You can season to taste that neck
With my hands upon your head
For it was not your broken fever
Threw me out to make this bed

Though what I would give to see
In the shoulder of your gaze
I will linger in each back and forth
As if it were a maze

But there is no escape in sight
We’re obtaining show of hands
And you are acting out the bravest stance
To the sound of a big brass band

And I can kick behind you quietly
And the subtlety is slow
Like a list of all the children’s names
We can pick a pretty shadow

And I can live there until it’s time
I can live with yours and mine


====================================
It could possibly be
Chew me out to make this bed
to go with "season to taste" 3 lines before

And it could also be
I can live your's in mind

Lots of body imagery in this song.

Floodgates

Sing lady sing its
Trouble up ahead
They’re stopping this train
Pulling everyone off

Don’t hesitate
That old one about a single rose
Open the floodgates
For this engine to call

She’s abused the truth
Tonight they will lose
They’ll rape the daughters
Of all there inner elegance

They want the eyes of a magpie
In their pockets
They’ve come for your last chance

So may I have this dance?
May I have this dance?

It ain’t civil it’s the road
Call for the cinder man (not sure on this one!)
The autumn time could grant you
A hostel for you………

Disobeying the scratch
Will list off my………
The cries from the other room
Won’t reconcile you yet

Sing ladybird
With a grand old gesture
The show that must go on
Goes on and on and on

Truth be told
The taps are only laugh a bit (must be wrong)
Paint the days black and white
You won’t get gone

So may I dance with you?
To this song

UM 19th April 2005 (419KB) 2.44 ‘House In Order’
UM 29th April 2005 (610KB) 4.01 ‘That’s An Order’


That’s An Order

Trouble flash and the kid is curt
To decide his mind with fascists flirt
The needle bends, the cold relief
The messenger of replacing sleep
The brand new suit, made ready to wear
The tilted boot, the healing pair
Eyes and ears upfront to set
The ranks spin with pacing

Theirs the border, all is clear
Tattooing and ration fast
And bones tangled into the mass
Sad for the loosely led trance
A blackened man falls open faced

Believe your daughters hand
Kiss the god forsaken sand
But don’t interrupt his honour
Or mention this disgrace here

Haul away boys
Remember dawn’s hour
Dust will settle it’s self
Come away boys
The centre ring is here
Till theirs smoke in the air

The priest done well, the table’s burn until
The words you heard your mamma say
Don’t sound right

Taste her skin coming,
Call to her past hero’s
Tears and the aging mask
Never last
Cos someone’s on your trail tonight

Camping down the alley quick
The walls that come down brick by brick
Here’s your phone, now hear your call
Keep them at your breast as you run
From the man with all the crack in his tongue
As his words spray your conscience

That’s an order, all is well
That’s an order, all is well


The priest done well, the table’s burn until
The words you heard your mamma say
Don’t sound right

Taste her skin coming,
Call to her past hero’s
Tears and the aging mask
Never last
Cos someone’s on your trail tonight







That sorted out my hangove
Another pair of ears might make more sense of some of the lyrics that I transcribed.

Only hear a few differences from those lyrics (besides the grammar mistakes on "Theirs"....should be "Theres" ).

Sad for the loosely led trance
sounds more like....
Sad for the loosely led trace

Cos someone’s on your trail tonight
sounds more like....
Cos someone’s on our trail tonight


My only contribution. I like this one a lot.


Jessie

Only hear a few differences from those lyrics (besides the grammar mistakes on "Theirs"....should be "Theres" ).

With the hangover I had that's pretty good really

Has anyone transcribed the lyrics for "Everything Under The Sun"? If not, can someone do so? ~DJ

I'm sure the lyrics for EUTS are around here somewhere but here they are again.

Transcribed from Eric's Solo CD:

While the world's asleep in the crimson flush
Starin' down the barrel of a gun
The one I love, she's up with a silent crush
On everything under the sun
A child of roses, a pocket full of poses
She stands up to the call to attention
She pins up her petals on the row of scarecrows
And everything under the sun

Now why would she drag fate along
Raking the shade back into autumn
Because in that shadow winter might leave her alone
With everything under the sun

Hold me
As the morning sky blacks out
Hold me
There's no time left now to doubt
For the tinsel placed high on an iron pine
Begging mother's milk to come
Electrifying sense like a neon sign
On everything under the sun

Now a bouncing baby boy becomes a rolling thunder
Switching the nightlight on
And what passes on jade will have to settle for wonder
And everything under the sun

Now morning hangs over the edges of this town
The streets they flood with desolation
But the one I love, she clasps her tiny hands around me
And everything under the sun

Hold me
As the morning sky blacks out
Hold me
There's no time left to doubt
For the one I love's not instinct
No body taken for ransom
No soldier marching in sync
To the beat of a tired anthem

My love, she is nothing
She's only everything
She is everything under the sun


?

Oh, bless you!!! :-D ~DJ