Kattunge said on October 26, 2005 09:22:

THE ARK

It takes a fool to remain sane

Whatever happened to the funky race?
A generation lost in pace
Wasn’t life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I’ll change your bore for my bliss

But let go of my hand and it will slip on the sand
If you don’t give me the chance
to break down the walls of attitude
I ask nothing of you
not even your gratitude

And if you think I’m corny
then it will not make me sorry
It’s your right to laugh at me
and in turn that’s my oppurtunity
to feel brave

Because ridicule is no shame
Oh, it’s just a way to eclipse hate
It’s just a way to put my back straight
Oh, it’s just a way to remain sane

Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops, it’s like a multicoloured snapshot
stuck in my brain
It kept me sane for a couple of years
as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers
and fathers of unhappy kids
and why is that?

’Cos they’ve forgotten how to play
Oh, maybe they’re afraid to feel ashamed
to seem strange, to seem insane
to gain weight, to seem gay
I tell you this

That it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
(Oh, take it to the stage)

So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue

Do, do, do what you wanna do
Don’t think twice, do what you have to do
Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide
what you have to do
That’s all there is to find

’Cos it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame

Oh, it takes a fool
(It takes a fool to remain sane)...

AND YOURS?

Debora said on October 27, 2005 18:08:

Another one. This is about a dog...

Callejero
(Alberto Cortéz)

Era callejero por derecho propio
su filosofía de la libertad
fue ganar la suya sin atar a otros
y sobre los otros no pasar jamás.

Aunque fue de todos nunca tuvo dueño
que condicionara su razón de ser
libre como el viento era nuestro perro
nuestro y de la calle que lo vio nacer.

Era un callejero con el sol a cuestas
fiel a su destino y a su parecer
sin tener horario para hacer la siesta
ni rendirle cuentas al amanecer.

Era nuestro perro y era la ternura,
esa que perdemos cada día más,
y era una metáfora de la aventura
que en el diccionario no se puede hallar.

Digo nuestro perro porque lo que amamos
lo consideramos nuestra propiedad
y era de los niños y del viejo Pablo
a quien rescataba de su soledad.

Era un callejero y era el personaje
era puerta abierta en cualquier hogar
y era en nuestro barrio como del paisaje
el sereno, el cura y todos los demás.

Era el callejero de las cosas bellas
y se fue con ellas cuando se marchó,
se bebió de golpe todas las estrellas
se quedó dormido y ya no despertó.

Nos dejó el espacio como testamento
lleno de nostalgia, lleno de emoción,
vaga su recuerdo por los sentimientos
para derramarlos en esta canción.

(...Al fin y al cabo... era sólo un perro...)

Debora said on October 27, 2005 18:11:

Here it goes another song I like.

Dry County
(Bon Jovi)

Across the border they turn
Water into wine
Some say it’s the devil’s blood
They’re squeezing from the vine
Some say it’s a saviour
In these hard and desperate time
For me it helps to forget
That we’re just born to die

I came here like so many did
To find the better life
To find my piece of easy street
To finally be alive
And I know nothing good comes easy
All good things take some time
I made my bed I’ll lie in it
To die in it’s crime

You can’t help but prosper
Where the streets are paved with gold
They say the oil wells ran deeper here than anybody’s known
I packed up on my wife and kid
And let them back at home
Now there’s nothing in this paydirt
The ghosts are all I know
Now the oil’s gone
The money’s gone
And the jobs are gone
Still we’re hangin’ on

Down in dry county
They’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins from off our hands
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one’s getting out of here alive

In the blessed name of Jesus
I heard the preacher say
That we are God’s children
And that He’d be back someday
And I hoped that he knew
Something as he drank his cup of wine
I didn’t have too good of a feeling
As I head out to the night

I cursed the sky to open
I begged the clouds for rain
I prayed to God for water
For this burning in my viens
It was like my soul’s on fire
And I had to watch the flames
All my dreams went up in ashes
And my future blew away

Now the oil’s gone
And the money’s gone
And jobs are gone
Still we’re hangin’ on

Down in dry county
They’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins from off our hands
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one’s getting out of here alive

Men spend their whole lives
Waiting praying for their big reward
But it seems sometimes
The payoff leaves you feeling
Like a dirty whore
If I could choose the way I’ll die
Make it by a gun or knife
‘Cause the other way there’s to much pain
Night after night after night after night

Down in dry county
They’re swimming in the sand
Praying for some holy water
To wash the sins from off our hands
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one’s getting out of here alive.

DaminehGessle said on October 31, 2005 21:21:

Debora:
That song indeed brought a lot of memories back. I’m trying not to choke :). I first heard this song on the radio while in the car with my parents in McDonalds drivethru. It was 1997 and we’d just moved to Canada. I remember I was trying to hide my tears once the song was over but my mom saw it. I bought the single and listening to the song was just so heart-wrenching for me. I’d missed my friends so much. Listening to it now just brings back the memory of those days. It’s a beautiful song. Good choice.

animalkingdom said on October 31, 2005 23:22:

Here’s some by Depeche Mode:

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find him laughing

(Blasphemous rumours)

Debora said on November 1, 2005 18:25:

DaminehGessle,
It’s a nice lyric indeed. The first time I heard it I was going through a bad moment, I was down and I felt so alone that I used to cry every day. But one day I heard that song (When you have no light to guide you and no one to walk beside you I will come to you...) and for some minutes I had someone by my side. Then I bought the album and I still buy their CDs. Roxette and Hanson are the only bands I have bought all their CDs.