Lyrics Post: “Zoo Station”, U2

“Zoo Station” —

— this song broke the ice and set the tone for what was to come, in my humble opinion, when U2 released their album, “Achtung Baby”, following the world changing sounds from “Joshua Tree” and “Rattle & Hum”.

The lyric, and sound, the vibe Zoo Station delivered, especially as the opening track, lit the fuse, and showed us what was coming from U2, what they were capable of.

“I’m ready

I’m ready for the laughing gas

I’m ready

I’m ready for what’s next

I’m ready to duck

I’m ready to dive

I’m ready to say

I’m glad to be alive

I’m ready

I’m ready for the push

The cool of the night

The warmth of the breeze

I’ll be crawling ’round

On my hands and knees

Just down the line…Zoo Station

Gotta make it on time…Zoo Station

I’m ready

I’m ready for the gridlock

I’m ready…to take it to the street

I’m ready for the shuffle

Ready for the deal

Ready to let go of the steering wheel

I’m ready

Ready for the crush

(She’s just down the line)…Zoo Station

(Got to make it on time)…Zoo Station

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, It’s alright

Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, hey baby

It’s alright, it’s alright

(Alright, you can turn it up)

Time is a train

Makes the future the past

Leaves you standing in the station

Your face pressed up against the glass

I’m just down the line from your love…(Zoo Station)

You know I’m under the sign…(Zoo Station)

I’ve gotta make it on time

Make it on time…(Zoo Station)

That’s alright…(Zoo Station)

Just two stops down the line…(Zoo Station)

Just a stop down the line…”

Writer(s): Clayton Adam, Evans David, Hewson Paul David, Mullen Laurence

Lyrics Post: “Back to the Bay” by Daveed Diggs

Pretty well can’t say enough good things about this dude, Daveed Diggs. Beyond his beats, his words, his Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson…I just pretty well love everything I’ve learned about him.

He inspires, plain and simple.

And he’s a WARRIORS fan from Oakland, California. All the better, dig it, dig Diggs, Back to the Bay…

[Intro]
Nestled in an enclave in Cali
Where demonstrations and rallies
Have a long history of making waves and tastes
Shaping language and style substantially
Standing for the best in the wake of the worst tides
We’ve seen in a long time

From a long line of lyricists, linguists, and yes, panthers
Not to mention regular people so inundated with game
That the slang rivaling Shakespeare seems common
As it should
Here where Gertrude Stein claimed there was no there
Has grown a scene which has newcomers clamoring to understand
And get a piece

And they holler at fever pitch
And confidently riding the crest of this epic sound wave is a team that in true Bay fashion redefined the rules of the game
And then made the new ruler undeniable
And as a new season begins we prepare to bring it back
Bring it back, back, back, back

[Chorus]
Back to the Bay
Finna bring another one back to the Bay
Show the whole game how to act in the Bay
Squad stacked in the Bay
You can hate but you can’t ignore the facts in the Bay

[Verse]
Look the earth we stand on is Klay
And the turf we claim is carefully placed
On a strong foundation, a nation
And watch us paving away in amazement
And the sweat breaks out with a smile and a head shake

You can taste the spice
Chef Curry, cooking up look at em shook as they know their ankles may break
And they could rant all day
Got Durant comin’ over to play
But real talk? Who wouldn’t want to live in the Bay

Best place in the Golden State
Face the music, hyphie
But never lost the blues and the polka
The gospel of Matt Barnes
Yeah, we still believin’
Stand tall, stay centered
That JaVale McGee

But they key thing, no matter what their eyes seen
They can’t see us, we dream in Draymond Green
Cooler than Pachulia’s stare, we gets busy
But stay calm and drop bombs like Iggy
We way too Jiggy, we way too focused

You know this, from the O to the So’ to the Valley Jo’ to San Jo’, this
Isn’t metaphorical around here the town and the crowd gets
Call it Roaracle how loud is the town business
Loud enough to shut ’em down
Loud enough you feel it every time we come around
Loud enough to shake the ground and still keep ’em flocking to Oakland
Keep talkin’ while we win another trophy

[Chorus]
Back to the Bay
Finna bring another one back to the Bay
Show the whole game how to act in the Bay
Squad stacked in the Bay
You can hate but you can’t ignore the facts in the Bay

And if you want to hear it? HERE.

Lyrics Post: “Freedom ‘90’”

Wow. Or is it “Wham!”

So SO good. On several levels. Take a read. Take a listen. Decide for yourself. My toe was tapping pretty quick. And my hips were rocking. SHAKE IT.

“Freedom ’90”

I won’t let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It’s the one good thing that I’ve got
I won’t let you down
So please don’t give me up
‘Cause I would really, really love to stick around, oh yeah

Heaven knows I was just a young boy
Didn’t know what I wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy
And I guess it was enough for me
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll TV
But today the way I play the game is not the same
No way
Think I’m gonna get myself happy

I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time I told you so
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone else I’ve got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me yea yea
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take

Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy
What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV
But today the way I play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now I’m gonna get myself happy

I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time I stopped the show
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone I forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don’t think that I’ll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me, yea yea
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take

Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody’s got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last

That’s what you get
That’s what you get
That’s what you get
I say that’s what you get
That’s what you get for changing your mind
That’s what you get for changing your mind

That’s what you get
That’s what you get
And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

All we have to do now is take these lies
And make them true somehow
All we have to see is that i don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me yea yea
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
You’ve got to give for what you take
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
You’ve got to give for what you take
Yea you’ve got to give for what you, give for what you give

May not be what you want from me
Just the way it’s got to be
Lose the face now
I’ve got to live I’ve got to live

Lyrics Post: “Guns and Ships“

“Guns And Ships”, another from the musical, Hamilton. Reading the words, I can hear the song in my head, some of the lyric so swiftly delivered, even with the words in front of me I can’t keep up the pace. So GOOD.

[Burr:]
How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower
Somehow defeat a global superpower?
How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire?
Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross’ flag higher?

Yo. Turns out we have a secret weapon!
An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in!
He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen
Everyone give it up for America’s favourite fighting Frenchman!

[Company:]
Lafayette!

[Lafayette:]
I’m taking this horse by the reins makin’ redcoats redder with bloodstains

[Company:]
Lafayette!

[Lafayette:]
And I’m never gonna stop
Until I make ’em drop
And burn ’em up and scatter their remains,
I’m

[Company:]
Lafayette!

[Lafayette:]
Watch me engagin’ ’em,
Escapin’ ’em!
Enragin’ ’em.
I’m

[Company:]
Lafayette!

[Lafayette:]
I go to France for more funds

[Company:]
Lafayette!

[Lafayette:]
I come back with more

[Lafayette and Ensemble:]
Guns
And ships
And so the balance shifts

[Washington:]
We rendezvous
With Rochambeau,
Consolidate their gifts

[Lafayette:]
We can end this war in Yorktown, cut them off at sea,
But for this to succeed,
There is someone else we need:

[Washington:]
I know

[Washington and Company:]
Hamilton!

[Lafayette:]
Sir, he knows what to do in a trench
Ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean

[Washington and Company:]
Hamilton!

[Lafayette:]
Sir, you’re gonna have to use him eventually
What’s he gonna do on the bench? I mean

[Washington and Company:]
Hamilton!

[Lafayette:]
No one has more resilience
Or matches my practical tactical brilliance

[Washington and Company:]
Hamilton!

[Lafayette:]
You wanna fight for your land back?

[Company:]
Hamilton!

[Washington:]
I need my right-hand man back!

[Women:]
Hamilton!

[Lafayette (men):]
Ah! Uh, get ya right-hand man back (Get your right-hand man back!)
You know you gotta get ya right hand man back (Your right-hand man back!)

[Lafayette (women/men):]
I mean you gotta put some thought into the letter (Hamilton!)
But the sooner the better (Hamilton! Hamilton!)
To get your right hand man back! (Ha ha)

[Washington:]
Alexander Hamilton
Troops are waiting in the field for you
If you join us right now, together we can turn the tide

Oh, Alexander Hamilton
I have soldiers that will yield for you
If we manage to get this right
They’ll surrender by early light
The world will never be the same, Alexander….”

By Lin-Manuel Miranda

Lyrics Post: “Sloop John B”

How often have I heard the song? How often have I tried to play it? Clearly not enough…so here we go again.

“Sloop John B”

“We come on the sloop John B

My grandfather and me

Around Nassau town we did roam

Drinking all night

Got into a fight

Well I feel so broke up

I want to go home

So hoist up the John B’s sail

See how the mainsail sets

Call for the Captain ashore

Let me go home, let me go home

I wanna go home, yeah yeah

Well I feel so broke up

I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk

And broke in the Cap’n’s trunk

The constable had to come and take him away

Sheriff John Stone

Why don’t you leave me alone, yeah yeah

Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B’s sail

See how the mainsail sets

Call for the Captain ashore

Let me go home, let me go home

I wanna go home, let me go home

Why don’t you let me go home

(Hoist up the John B’s sail)

Hoist up the John B

I feel so broke up I wanna go home

Let me go home

The poor cook he caught the fits

And threw away all my grits

And then he took and he ate up all of my corn

Let me go home

Why don’t they let me go home

This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on

So hoist up the John B’s sail

See how the mainsail sets

Call for the Captain ashore

Let me go home, let me go home

I wanna go home, let me go home

Why don’t you let me go home”

By The Beach Boys

Lyrics Post: “Anthill” By KINO (Victor Tsoi)

This one from almost thirty years ago, living in the then Soviet Union…this band, they became part of the soundtrack of that year for me…so GOOD.

“A new day is starting

And cars pass there and forth

If the sun isn’t too lazy to rise,

It’s okay for us too then.

The anthill lives on,

Some ant broke a limb – it’s alright,

It will heal soon,

And if it’ll die – it’ll die…

I don’t like it when I’m lied to,

But I’m tired of the truth as well,

I tried to find a haven,

They say that I wasn’t searching too well.

And I don’t know what’s the percentage

Of insane people nowadays,

But If I were to believe my eyes and ears –

It’ll be three times bigger…

And we could’ve lead a war

Against those who are against us,

Because those who are against those who are against us,

Can’t manage without us

Our future is vague,

In our past it’s either heaven or hell,

Our money doesn’t find its way to our pockets,

But it’s morning already – get up!

I don’t like it when I’m lied to,

But I’m tired of the truth as well,

I tried to find a haven,

They say that I wasn’t searching too well.

And I don’t know what’s the percentage

Of insane people nowadays,

But If I were to believe my eyes and ears –

It’ll be three times bigger…”

Courtesy of

https://lyricstranslate.com

And the original –

Муравейник

Начинается новый день

И машины туда-сюда…

Раз уж солнцу вставать не лень,

И для нас, значит, ерунда.

Муравейник живет,

Кто-то лапку сломал – не в счет,

А до свадьбы заживет,

А помрет – так помрет…

Я не люблю, когда мне врут,

Но от правды я тоже устал,

Я пытался найти приют,

Говорят, что плохо искал.

И я не знаю, каков процент

Сумасшедших на данный час,

Но, если верить глазам и ушам –

Больше в несколько раз…

И мы могли бы вести войну

Против тех, кто против нас,

Так как те, кто против тех, кто против нас,

Не справляются с ними без нас.

Наше будущее – туман,

В нашем прошлом – то ад, то рай,

Наши деньги не лезут в карман,

Вот и утро – вставай!

Я не люблю, когда мне врут,

Но от правды я тоже устал,

Я пытался найти приют,

Говорят, что плохо искал.

И я не знаю, каков процент

Сумасшедших на данный час,

Но, если верить глазам и ушам –

Больше в несколько раз…

https://lyricstranslate.com

#Blessed

To be alive right now.

To be the parent of these three amazing kids.

To have the family I have.

To have the friends I have.

To have seen the concerts I’ve see.

To have clothes on my back, shoes on my feed, a roof over my head, and food to eat in abundance and variety and quality.

To have the job I have right now, and the career up to this point prior.

To be inspired every day.

To come back to the same foundation every day:

LOVE.

Lyrics Post: “Lovin’ Every Minute of It”

Way back when — think, two score (40 years) — there was a bit of a Canadian invasion of the American pop / rock music scene. Loverboy was one of those bands that squeezed everything they could out of their time on that scene. I’ve not thought about them for years, but then somehow my eight year old son got turned on to one their tunes, THIS tune, and well…

Now, we’re lovin’ every minute of it. : – )

Good riff, catchy lyrics, it was one of the hits of the band road out for a long time. And with my son now singing along to the tune, and asking that we play it pretty well everyday, well, glad it’s a good tune. ENJOY.

“I’m not man or machine
I’m just something in between
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa
I’m all love, a dynamo
So push the button and let me go
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa

You want me to come alive
Flick the switch into overdrive
You and me can let it be
Ready (ready), aim (aim), fire

Touch that dial
Turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it, c’mon

I got fun, you want some
I’m ever ready, Dr. Love
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa
I’m antenna, aerial
I’m tunin’ in, I’m outta control
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa

You got love, you got a deal
You wanna drive then take the wheel
You and me can let it be
Ready (ready), aim (aim), fire

Touch that dial
Turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it, all right

Oh, you want me to come alive
So flick the switch into overdrive
You and me can let it be
Ready (ready), aim (aim), fire

Touch that dial
Turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
(Lovin’)
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it

C’mon and touch that dial
Turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa”

Bonus Bit? Just who IS the writer of this song…? Robert Lange wasn’t in the band…

Writer(s): Lange Robert John

Inspiration Everywhere: An Occasional Series

One of the main purposes of this blog is to further positive feelings, vibes, attitudes.

Through snippets, tales, stories, recaps, I look to show and share the good, even in situations that sometimes don’t seem so positive on the face of it.

When I was a kid I used to read the weekly magazine, Sports Illustrated. Maybe my favorite part of that magazine was the feature articles. I loved reading about the people featured — mostly athletes, but others too — their trials, tribulations, and triumphs.

So in that vane, I’m starting a new occasional series entitled, “Inspiration Everywhere.”

Over the years I’ve often posted song lyrics I find appealing, fun, inspired. This new series will be similar, with the main intent the same: to find more good and share it.

Thanks for your attention.

Lyrics Post: “Granny” Dave Matthews Band

Have loved this song since I first heard it. Still love it 30 years later. So much love, such a clear path…I believe it’s LOVE…

“Hello, how are you doing today?

Hope I find you feeling healthy

I’m so glad our paths crossed this time today

On our way into the night

I say it’s love, treats us well, keeps us dancing and romancing

Baby, I love you up and down and inside out

Say love when I approach to you, they fall like rain

You tell me, baby, your heart’s into a thousand pieces, dies

Stop, only old and wise with clouded eyes

You can’t see what I can

I blindly throw my faith to the face

Of the next pretty girl to come my way

So here we are, all of us stand around

We’re leaning heavy on each other

Always wondering what is it lies behind

The worried eyes of one another

Well, I believe it’s love that’s hiding there

Deep down inside us all

So baby, I do not understand this twist you have

Love, when I approach, the tears they fall like rain

You tell me, baby, your heart’s into a thousand pieces, dashed

Stop, only old and wise with clouded eyes

You can’t see what I can

I blindly throw my faith to the face

Of the next good thing to come my way

I say, it’s love, don’t keep it down, keep it out, let it out sellin’

Baby, celebrate it all, it’s doing fine

Say love, when I approach you, tears they fall like rain

You tell me, baby, your heart’s into a thousand pieces, dashed

Love

Baby

Love

Baby

Love teach us well, keeps us dancing and romancing

Baby, two of us turn, turn together

Love, oh yeah

Baby

Love, I guess I’ll never stop

Baby, gonna be an eternity in here

Love, each in the light of love with expectations

Baby, aah”

Songwriters: David J. Matthews

Granny lyrics © Colden Grey Ltd