Favourite Lyrics

[volospian]

I just thought, from the "Songs you don't understand" thread, that it would be good to post those lyrics that have some real meaning, or simply make you happy.

I love this song mainly for the blatent sexuality of the lyrics, although it also harks back to the flush of young love and reminds me of the thrill of those first encounters...

[Velvet Green - Jethro Tull]
Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on velvet green, with a country man.
Who's a young girls fancy and an old maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
But think not of that, my love, I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.

The next one I love because of the way it invokes my memories of growing up on the farm, the mysticysm and superstition that goes with the country, and because it ends on an image of bright days and fair winds, lasting eternaly, just like the remembered summers of my youth...

[Weathercock - Jethro Tull]
Good morning Weathercock: How did you fare last night?
Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright
When the leaves spin from October and whip around your tail?
Did you shake from the blast, did you shiver through the gale?

Give us direction; the best of goodwill,
Put us in touch with your fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

Do you simply reflect changes in the patterns of the sky,
Or is it true to say the weather heeds the twinkle in your eye?
Do you fight the rush of winter; do you hold snowflakes at bay?
Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields and help him on his way?

Good morning Weathercock: make this day bright.
Put us in touch with your fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Point the way to better days we can share with you.


And this little snippet I like simply because it breaks down the meaning of a well known phrase to its logical conclusion, and shows that, in its basic context, the saying makes little sense

[Shut Up - Madness]
I'm as honest as the day is long.
The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong