rock n roll lyrics as philosophy...

There's only two things in life,
but I fergit what they are...

(John Hiatt)

Sawdust spread out on a dance hall floor
Jukebox ripping at an all-out roar
Barmaid smiling at a 10 cent tip
Living is a trip
On Telephone Road

Rodney Crowell

We climb the cliff
And hang from trees
Rap the rocks
And pave the beach

Thomas Dolby

Not philosophical perhaps, but a fairly succinct summary of human evolution....

Originally posted by @shallow-blue
Yeah, that's what I meant... there's light getting into my memory as well 😕

That's me in the corner.
That's me in the spotlight.
Losing my religion.
Trying to keep up with you...
and I don't know if I can do it.
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough.

It don't hurt when I fall down off the bar stool.

Dwight Yoakum.

I'll walk around
Some ancient city,
Write in my notebook,
And drink my tea.
Don't have to make love,
'cause love made me,
And I'll be happy
Just by myself.


I'll make my supper
'bout ten oclock,
And watch the moon rise
Above my block,
And go to bed
In just my socks,
And I'll be happy
Just by myself.

Greg Brown

all i need is the air that i breathe,
and to love you...

As I rode into Tombstone on my horse whose name was Mac
I saw what I'll relate to you goin' on behind my back
It seems the folks were up in arms a man now had to die
For believin' things that didn't fit the laws they'd set aside
The man's name was I'm a freak the best that I could see
He was an executioner a hangman just like me
I guess that he'd seen loopholes from workin' with his rope
He'd hung the wrong man many times so now he turned to hope
He'd talk to all the people from his scaffold in the square
He told them of the things he found;
But they didn't seem to care
He said the laws were obsolete, a change they should demand
But the people only walked away, he couldn't understand
The Marshall's name was Uncle Sam he said he'd right this wrong
He'd make the hangman shut his mouth if it took him all year long
He finally arrested Freak and then he sent for me
To hang a fellow hangman from a fellow hangman's tree
It didn't take them long to try him in their court of law
He was guilty then of thinking a crime much worse than all
They sentenced him to die so his seed of thought can't spread
And infect the little children; that's what the law had said
So the hangin' day came 'round and he walked up to the noose
I pulled the lever but before he fell I cut him loose
They called it all conspiracy and that I had to die
So to close our mouths and kill our minds they hung us side by side
And now there's two hangmen hangin' from a tree
That don't bother me at all
Two hangmen hangin' from a tree
That don't bother me at all
YouTube : two hangmen

i had a friend who was a big baseball player,
back in high school...
he could throw that speedball by ya,
make you look like a fool, boy...
i saw him at a roadside bar the other night,
i was walkin in, he was walkin out...
we went back inside and had a few drinks,
but all he kept talkin about,

was glory days,
in the wink of a young girl's eye,
glory days

I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.

Originally posted by @moonbus
I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.

"When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed."

Originally posted by @kegge
"When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed."

It's coming through a hole in the air
From those nights in Tiananmen Square
It's coming from the feel
That it ain't exactly real
Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there
From the wars against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a
It's coming through a crack in the wall
On a visionary flood of alcohol
From the staggering account
Of the Sermon on the Mount
Which I don't pretend to understand at all
It's coming from the silence
On the dock of the bay
From the brave, the bold, the battered
Heart of Chevrolet
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a
It's coming from the sorrow on the street
The holy places where the races meet
From the homicidal bitchin'
That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment
Where the women kneel to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here
And the desert far away
Democracy is coming to the u.s.a

leonard cohen