Paul Simon definitely one of the greatest lyricists ever. One of my favorites from his solo work is Hearts and Bones, which is a beautiful melancholy song about a disintegrating love affair. I especially love the final verse

One and one-half wandering Jews
Returned to their natural coasts
To resume old acquaintances
Step out occasionally
And speculate who had been damaged the most
Easy time will determine if these consolations
Will be their reward
The arc of a love affair
Waiting to be restored
You take two bodies and you twirl them into one
Their hearts and their bones
And they won't come undone
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones

One more, Hurricane by Dylan... one of the greatest story-songs of all time.

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they killed them all
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda **** was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy ******
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Good to see you, RBK!

Probably not as good as most things Dylan wrote but this one always got me. Especially performed by Moving Pictures

Well there's a little boy waiting at the counter of the corner shop
He's been waiting down there, waiting half the day,
They never ever see him from the top
He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground,
He gets to his feet and he says
What about me? It isn't fair
I've had enough, now I want my share
Can't you see, I want to live
But you just take more than you give
Well, there's a pretty girl serving at the counter of the corner shop
She's been waiting back there, waiting for a dream,
Her dreams walk in and out, they never stop
Well, she's not too proud, to cry out loud
She runs to the street and she screams
What about me? It isn't fair
I've had enough, now I want my share
Can't you see, I want to live
But you just take more than you give
More than you give
Take a step back and see the little people
They might be young, but they're the ones that make the big people big
So listen as they whisper:
"What about me?"
And now I'm standing on the corner, all the world's gone home
Nobody's changed, nobody's been saved
And I'm feeling cold and alone
I guess I'm lucky, I smile a lot
But sometimes I wish for more than I've got
What about me? It isn't fair
I've had enough, now I want my share
Can't you see, I want to live
But you just take more than you give
What about me?
What about me?
What about....me?
Songwriters: Allan Frost Garry / Frances Claire

Just a couple lines:

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?

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Did you exchange
a walk-on part in a war
for a lead role in a cage?

In life one and one don't make two
One and one make one

And

I don't care about pollution
I'm an air conditioned gypsie
That's my solution
Watch the police and the taxman miss me
I'm mobile

I can't complain but sometimes I still do

microbet

yes, yes, and yes

and riverboatking:

Amazing to see you back so soon. Keep on
Rockin in The.... well you know.

R*R

Perfect Sense Pt1.
The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
The strains of a Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
And the monkey looked up at the stars
And he thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on, hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrow bone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each legend
And the Germans kill the Jews
And the Jews kill the Arabs
And the Arabs kill the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory's a stranger
History's for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
Sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden

Pt2.
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we except a sensational matchup
Bur first our global anthem
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has he cross hairs zeroed on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv less tax
Uh thank you Emery you're welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don't think so
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense

"Rode a tank held a generals rank
when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank"

"Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
down at Dino's bar and grill
the drinks will flow and blood will spill"

"They might have split up they might have capsized
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains are the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters."

"The pump don't work cuz the vandal took the handle"

Queesryche - " Another Rainy Night ( without You ) - off of the cd " Empire "

If this is what you thought it was, then wow...I commend you because I doubt that many people here listen to the same kind of music that I do.

Great one, just an awesome summer song.

I've always loved story songs and was obsessed with Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald as a kid. Always got me when the cook said "Fellas, it's been good to know ya".

Knew I had heard it, prolly could've brainstormed for days and never arrived there, though.



"Every time I cry your name at night, you pull close and say it's alright!
Whenever I'm alone, I'm thinking there's a part missing from my life. Wonder where I'd be without your love holding me together at nigh eyeeeeee? "

yes, rbk, we missu in the mlb thread, home boyee. Let's have a lowdown, funky time itt like we used to

nice schlitz, I was at the Some Girls tour in 78 and it was sweet. Rich Stadium for the win. They dragged along Journey and Thoroughgood as the openers. It was Sweet!

Admittedly I have been a major Stones fan since the beginning of my time,

You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, you just might find
You get what you need.

That's hard to beat right there, despite not being particularly elegant.

Seems I'm not alone in being alone

--

They're sharing a drink they call lonliness
But it's better than drinking alone

--

Don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue

yeah!

Steve Smith(Journey's drummer in the above video) got weird after he left the band. He's back with 'em now though, I think.



" Here we go..Atari taki noonajaw taki noona jeet taka noonajaw"

The 'Desire' album is the only Dylan album I know start to finish. Sara and Hurricane are both on it.



I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand.
They run to the water, their buckets to fill.

Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream she said
The one that makes me laugh she said
And threw her arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you