Resonant Lyrics

Ride A White Swan Lyrics
» T. Rex

Ride it on out like a bird in the sky ways
Ride it on out like you were a bird
Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam
Ride it on out like you were a bird

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, babe you can’t go wrong

Catch a bright star and a place it on your fore-head
Say a few spells and baby, there you go
Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning you’ll know all you know, oh

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, babe you can’t go wrong

Da-da-da-di-di-da, da-da-da-di-di-da ….

Carrickfergus

I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrant
I would swim over the deepest ocean
The deepest ocean for my love to find

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly
But I wish I could find a handsome boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now like melting snow

But I’ve spent my days in endless roaming
Soft is the grass my bed is free
Ah to be back now in Carrickfergus
On that long road down to the sea

And in Belfast it is reported
There are marble stones as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I’ll sing no more now till I get a drink

Sure I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I’m sick now and my days are numbered
So come all ye young men and lay me down

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly
But I wish I could find a handsome boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die
To ferry me over to my love and die

From The Traditional.
Performed by Brian Kennedy

“So Long, Astoria” The Ataris

It was the first snow of the season
I can almost see you breathin
in the middle of that empty street.

Sometimes i still see myself
in that lonesome bedroom
playin my guitar
and singing songs of hope
for a better future.

Life is
only
as good as the memories we make
and i’m taking back what belongs to me.
Polaroids of classrooms unattended
these relics of remembrance
are just like shipwrecks
only they’re gone faster
than the smell after it rains.

Last night while everyone was sleepin
i drove through my old neighbourhood
and resurrected memories from ashes.

We said that we would never fit in,
we were really just like them.
Does rebellion ever make a difference?

life is
only
as good as the memories we make
and im taking back what belongs to me
polaroids of classrooms unattended
these relics of remembrance
are just like shipwrecks
only they’re gone faster
than the smell after it rains

So long astoria
i found a map to buried treasure
and even if we come home empty handed
well still have our stories
of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
broken bones, and all the best of friendships.

And when this hourglass
has filtered out
its final grain of sand,
i raise my glass to the memories we had
this is my wish
this is my wish
im takin back
im takin them all back

November Spawned A Monster

Sleep on and dream of love
Because it’s the closest you will get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly
So ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me
Oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried

“But Jesus made me
So Jesus save me from
Pity
Sympathy
And people discussing me”
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good
All the bad that’s been done?

And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
Or anywhere?
Oh..

Poor twisted child
So ugly
So ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me
Oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line

So sleep and dream of love
Because it’s the closest you will get to love
Oh..

That November
Is a time
Which I must
Put out of my mind

Oh one fine day
Let it be soon
She won’t be rich or beautiful
But she’ll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself

Morrissey

The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you
The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you

So don’t let the blue, The blue eyes fool you
They’re just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldn’t last,
Someone please take me home.

The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you
So don’t let the blue, The blue eyes fool you
They’re just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows
You know I couldn’t last,
Someone please take me home

There’s a cash register ringing and
It weighs so heavy on my back, Someone please take me home
The critics who, Can’t break you
They somehow help to make you
The critics who, Can’t break you, Unwittingly they make you.

So don’t let the good days, Of the gold discs, Creep up and mug you
With evil legal eagles, You know I couldn’t last, Accountants rampant,
You know I couldn’t last
Every -ist and every -ism, Thrown my way to stay, And the northern leeches go on, Removing, removing, removing…

Then in the end, Your royalties bring you luxuries maybe, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Oh but
The squalor of the mind,
The squalor of the mind,
The squalor of the mind,