I see trees of green........ red roses too
I see ’em bloom..... for me and for you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin’.. how do you do
They’re really sayin’......i love you.
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more.....than I’ll never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
(instrumental break)
The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin’.. how do you do
They’re really sayin’...*spoken*(I ....love....you).
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
*spoken*(you know their gonna learn
A whole lot more than I’ll never know)
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.
Homework3World: Please help me find a modern Romantic...
If this song doesn't work for you then you are screwed and fucking hopeless.
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The New Romantic movement called themselves romantics though I don't know how apt that title was.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Romantics
Most lyrically interesting song about nature that I can think of is The Group Who Couldn't Say by Grandaddy.
The tale I'm gonna tell
Is about the group who couldn't say
Together they discovered with each other the perfections of an outdoor day
They had won some kinda prize
For selling way more stuff than the other guys
They were the shrewdest unit-movers
So their bosses got 'em tours of the countryside
Holly saw a certain bird
But she couldn't work up any words
She kinda lost her shoes and lost her mind
And smashed her phone upon a fallen pine
Darryl couldn't talk at all
He wondered how the trees had grown to be so tall
He calculated all the height and width and density
For insurance purposes
And at the desktop there's crying sounds
For all the projects due
And noone else is around
And the sprinklers that come on at 3am
Sound like crowds of people asking
"Are you happy what you're doing?"
And at the desktop there's crying sounds
For all the projects due
And noone else is around
And the sprinklers that come on at 3am
Sound like crowds of people asking
"Are you happy what you're doing?"
Becky wondered why
She'd never noticed dragonflies
Her drag and click had never yielded
Anything as perfect as a dragonfly
And then the supervisor stood
Right in the creek and it felt really good
And that's about the time he finally realised the importance of this day
And that's about the time he realised
That he was with the group who couldn't say
Hey hey
And they felt so good it hurt forget the words
They were the group who couldn't say
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Romantics
Most lyrically interesting song about nature that I can think of is The Group Who Couldn't Say by Grandaddy.
The tale I'm gonna tell
Is about the group who couldn't say
Together they discovered with each other the perfections of an outdoor day
They had won some kinda prize
For selling way more stuff than the other guys
They were the shrewdest unit-movers
So their bosses got 'em tours of the countryside
Holly saw a certain bird
But she couldn't work up any words
She kinda lost her shoes and lost her mind
And smashed her phone upon a fallen pine
Darryl couldn't talk at all
He wondered how the trees had grown to be so tall
He calculated all the height and width and density
For insurance purposes
And at the desktop there's crying sounds
For all the projects due
And noone else is around
And the sprinklers that come on at 3am
Sound like crowds of people asking
"Are you happy what you're doing?"
And at the desktop there's crying sounds
For all the projects due
And noone else is around
And the sprinklers that come on at 3am
Sound like crowds of people asking
"Are you happy what you're doing?"
Becky wondered why
She'd never noticed dragonflies
Her drag and click had never yielded
Anything as perfect as a dragonfly
And then the supervisor stood
Right in the creek and it felt really good
And that's about the time he finally realised the importance of this day
And that's about the time he realised
That he was with the group who couldn't say
Hey hey
And they felt so good it hurt forget the words
They were the group who couldn't say
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Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan. A love song w/ nature metaphors from the ultimate modern poet. I win.
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
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What you never heard ass like that? I'm not saying it's poetic in the normal term but it IS contemporary and I know you might not be an Eminem fan but his lyrics are really clever and well worded despite the fact they're vulgar. But hey that's a part of our culture isn't it? So it IS relevant.Foo wrote:BUT NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY RELEVANT YOU FUCKING MORONKracus wrote:Pick an eminem song and do that. It'd be great since it's actualy contemporary and clever enough to merrit some recognition.
Yeah, it's good listening while we drink a Starbucks espresso, compliment each other's designer clothes, and bitch about the price of gas.mjrpes wrote:Green Day is the 'in' thing for young coorporate america.HateFactor wrote:Says the homo with a Green Day avatar.Fender wrote:Type O Negative
fucking LOL
hit puberty yet?
I love you and I want your children :lub:ScooterG wrote:Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan. A love song w/ nature metaphors from the ultimate modern poet. I win.
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
So anything to do with modern culture is fine, since we're talking about modern romantics?Kracus wrote:What you never heard ass like that? I'm not saying it's poetic in the normal term but it IS contemporary and I know you might not be an Eminem fan but his lyrics are really clever and well worded despite the fact they're vulgar. But hey that's a part of our culture isn't it? So it IS relevant.Foo wrote:BUT NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY RELEVANT YOU FUCKING MORONKracus wrote:Pick an eminem song and do that. It'd be great since it's actualy contemporary and clever enough to merrit some recognition.
Yeah well done. While we're here, throw in some Aphex Twin and System of a Down :icon14:
Seriously, you have comprehension issues.
"Maybe you have some bird ideas. Maybe that’s the best you can do."
― Terry A. Davis
― Terry A. Davis
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