Beautiful Song Lyrics

1. 21 Beautiful Song Lyrics

2. The Cure, Disintegration oh i miss the kiss of treachery, the shamelesskiss of vanity, the soft and the black and thevelvety, up tight against the side of me. andmouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run inthickening streams of greed as bit by bit itstarts the need to just let go my party piece.oh i miss the kiss of treachery, the aching kissbefore i feed the stench of a love for a youngermeat, and the sound that it makes when it cutsin deep, the holding up on bended knees, theaddiction of duplicities as bit by bit it startsthe need to just let go my party piece.but i never said i would stay to the end. so ileave you with babies and hoping for frequency,screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy.screaming me over and over and over. i leaveyou with photographs, pictures of trickery,stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery,songs about happiness murmured in dreams,when we both us knew how the ending wouldbe...so it's all come back round to breaking apartagain, breaking apart like i'm made up of glassagain, making it up behind my back again,holding my breath for the fear of sleep again,holding it up behind my head again ,cut in deepto the heart of the bone again, round and roundand round and it's coming apart again over andover and over now that i know that i'm breaking to pieces, i'llpull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyonecrying for sympathy. crocodile cry for the loveof the crowd and the three cheers fromeveryone. dropping through sky through theglass of the roof, through the roof of your mouth,through the mouth of your eye, through the eyeof the needle, it's easier for me to get closer toheaven than ever feel whole againi never said i would stay to the end i knew iwould leave you with babies and everythingscreaming like this in the hole of sincerityscreaming me over and over and over i leaveyou with photographs pictures of trickerystains on the carpet and stains on the memorysongs abouthappiness murmured in dreams when we bothof us knew how the end always is...how the end always is...

3. Bob Dylan, A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?And where have you been my darling young one ?I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceansI've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyardAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?And what did you see, my darling young one ?I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around itI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on itI saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'I saw a white ladder all covered with waterI saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all brokenI saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young childrenAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?And what did you hear, my darling young one ?I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole worldI heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutterHeard the sound of a clown who cried in the alleyAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?Who did you meet, my darling young one ?I met a young child beside a dead ponyI met a white man who walked a black dogI met a young woman whose body was burningI met a young girl, she gave me a rainbowI met one man who was wounded in loveI met another man who was wounded in hatredAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?And what'll you do now my darling young one ?I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forestWhere the people are a many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prisonWhere the executioner's face is always well hiddenWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgottenWhere black is the color, where none is the numberAnd I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see itThen I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

4. Paul Simon, Hazy Shade of Winter Time, time, time. See what's become of me while I looked around for my possibilities.I was so hard to please. Look around, leaves are brown,and the sky is a hazy shade of winter.Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's bound to be a better ride than what you've got planned.Carry your cup in your hand and look around. Leaves are brown and the sky is a hazy shade of winter.Hang on to your hopes, my friend. That's an easy thing to say. But if your hopes should pass away, simply pretend that you can build them again. Look around. The grass is high, the fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life.Seasons change with the scenery; Weaving time in a tapestry. Won't you stop and remember me at any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips looking over manuscriptsof unpublished rhyme.Drinking my vodka and lime, I look around. Leaves are brown,and the sky is a hazy shade of winter

5. The Beatles, She’s Leaving Home Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day beginsSilently closing her bedroom doorLeaving the note that she hoped would say moreShe goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchiefQuietly turning the backdoor keyStepping outside she is freeShe (We gave her most of our lives)Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)Home (We gave her everything money could buy)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, byeFather snores as his wife gets into her dressing gownPicks up the letter that's lying thereStanding alone at the top of the stairsShe breaks down and cries to her husbandDaddy our baby's gone.Why would she treat us so thoughtlesslyHow could she do this to me She (We never though of ourselves)Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)She's leaving home after living aloneFor so many years. Bye, bye Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far awayWaiting to keep the appointment she madeMeeting a man from the motor tradeShe (What did we do that was wrong)Is having (We didn't know it was wrong)Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)Something inside that was always deniedFor so many years. Bye, Bye

6. Roger Waters, Go Fishing As cars go by, I cast my mind's eye over back packs on roof racks, beyond the horizon where dream makers working white plastic processors invite the unwary to reach for the pie in the sky. Go fishing my boy! We set out in the spring with a trunk full of books about everything - about solar devices and how nice natural childbirth is. We cut down some trees and we trailed our ideals through the forest glade. We dammed up the stream and the kids cooled their heels in the fishing pool we'd made. We held hands, and we exchanged bands, and we practically lived off the land. You adopted a fox cub, whose mother was somebody's coat. You fed him by hand and then snuggled him down by the grandfather bed while I wrote. We grew our own maize and I only occasionally went into town to stock up on antibiotics and shells for the shotgun that I kept around. I told the kids stories while you worked your loom and the sun went down sooner each day. Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday and gets two presents Daddy...come on dad Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said, "That's what it is" "Good morning Eeyore" said Pooh "Oh" said Pooh, He thought for a long time The leaves all fell down. Our crops all turned brown. It was over. As the first snowflakes fell, I realized all was not well in the camp. The kids caught bronchitis. The space heater ran out of diesel. One weekend, a friend from the East, rot his soul, stole your heart. I said, "Fuck it then. Take the kids back to town. Maybe I'll see you around" And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams to the wind and the rain, taking only our stash, left our litter and trash, and set out on the road again. On the road again. Bye, Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy. You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl But don't bring Liza

7. PM Dawn, Set Adrift On Memory BlissSet adrift on memory bliss of you. Baby you send meThe camera pans to a cocktail glass behind a blind of plastic plants. I found the lady with the fat diamond ring then you know I can't remember a damn thing.I think its one of those déjà vu things, or a dream that's trying to tell me something. Or will I ever stop thinking about it? I don't know, I doubt itSubterranean by design. I wonder what I would find if I met you, let my eyes caress you, until I meet the thought of Misses Princess who?Often wonder what makes her work. I guess I'll leave that question to the experts. Assuming that there are some out there, they're probably alone, solitaire.I can remember when I caught up with a past-time intimate friend, she said, "Bet you're probably gonna say I look lovely. But you probably don't think nothin' of me.“ She was right, though, I can't lie. She's just one of those corners in my mind. And I just put her right back with the rest, That's the way it goes, I guess.Careless whisper from a careless man. A neutron dance for a neutron fan. Marionette strings are dangerous things. I thought of all the trouble they bring.An eye for an eye, a spy for spy. Rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh. Tell me that she's not dreaming. She's got an ace in the hole, it doesn't have meaningReality used to be a friend of mine. Caused complete control, I don't take too kind. Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on. Guess whose piece of the cake is Jack goneShe broke her wishbone and wished for a sign. I told her whispers in my heart were fineWhat did she think she could do? I feel for her, I really do. And I stared at the ring finger on her hand. I wanted her to be a big P.M. Dawn fan. But I had to put her right back with the rest. That's the way it goes, I guess

8. Owl City, Fireflies You would not believe your eyesif ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep. 'Cause they fill the open air and leave teardrops everywhere. You'd think me rude but I would just stand and stare.I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems.'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs as they tried to teach me how to dance.A foxtrot above my head. A sock hop beneath my bed. A disco ball is just hanging by a thread.Leave my door open just a crack. Please take me away from here. 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac. Please take me away from here. Why do I tire of counting sheep. Please take me away from here. When I'm far too tired to fall asleepTo ten million fireflies, I'm weird cause I hate goodbyes. I got misty eyes as they said farewell.But I'll know where several are if my dreams get real bizarre. 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jarI'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep. Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

9. Hayden Panettiere, We are Water My friend, my friend, you are traveling. So many secrets are unravelling. Ooh, some other picture's coming into view. I seen the water washing over youThe water's speaking now, it speaks your name. I hear it talking to mesometimes when it rains. Telling me a story of joy or pain. But I've got no regrets, I've got no shame'Cause we are water. We flow and flow. I feel you pouring through every inch of my soul and I really must tell you this before you go.We are water. We flow and flowI am a river. I've got plenty of time. I don't know where I'm going,I'm just following the lines. There's just no telling where this river will flow. I got no choice in the matter, I just go where it goes'Cause I'm making my bed tonight. Right under this cloud. Sometimes the lightening's so frightening. Sometimes the thunder's so loud. Still, I know this tide is always kissing my heels. Sometimes I think I'm drowning in all these things that I feel'Cause we are water. We flow and flow. I feel you pouring through every inch of my soul and I really must tell you this before you go.We are water. We flow and flow Out on the beach today, I did not find one single footstep we left behind. So I went swimming in the deep blue sea and I could feel that water all around me

10. Rush, Red Barchette My uncle has a country placethat no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law. And now on Sundays, I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freightto far outside the wire where my white-haired uncle waitsJump to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the borderline. Run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine. But down in his barnmy uncle preserved for mean old machine for fifty-odd years. To keep it as newhas been his dearest dream.I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car - a brilliant Red Barchettafrom a better vanished time.We'll fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar.Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime.Wind in my hair, shifting and drifting. Mechanical music, adrenaline surge.Well-oiled leather. Hot metal and oil. The scented country air. Sunlight on chrome. The blur of the landscape. Every nerve awareSuddenly ahead of meacross the mountainside, a gleaming alloy air-carshoots towards me two lanes wide.Oh, I spin around with shrieking tiresto run the deadly race. Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chaseRide like the wind. Straining the limitsof machine and man. Laughing out loud with fear and hope - I've got a desperate planAt the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. Race back to the farmto dream with my uncleat the fireside

11. The Doors, The End This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end, my only friend. The end of our elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end. No safety or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes, again.Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free. Desperately in need, of some, stranger's hand in a, desperate land.Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain and all the children are insane. All the children are insane waiting for the summer rain, yeah. There's danger on the edge of town. Ride the King's highway, baby. Weird scenes inside the gold mine. Ride the highway west, baby. Ride the snake, ride the snake to the lake, the ancient lake, baby. The snake is long, seven miles.Ride the snake, he's old, and his skin is cold. The west is the best, the west is the best. Get here, and we'll do the rest. The blue bus is callin' us, the blue bus is callin' us. Driver, where you taken us.The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on. He took a face from the ancient gallery and he walked on down the hall.He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he paid a visit to his brother, and then he walked on down the hall. And he came to a door, and he looked inside. Father, yes son, I want to kill you. Mother, I want to... C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus doin' a blue rock, on a blue bus. Doin' a blue rock, c'mon, yeah. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end. It hurts to set you free, but you'll never follow me. The end of laughter and soft lies. The end of nights we tried to die. This is the end

12. Billie Holiday, Strange Fruit Southern trees bear a strange fruit,Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.Pastoral scene of the gallant south,The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,Here is a strange and bitter crop.

13. The Cure, How Beautiful you are You want to know why I hate you?Well I'll try and explain...You remember that day in ParisWhen we wandered through the rainAnd promised to each otherThat we'd always think the sameAnd dreamed that dreamTo be two souls as oneAnd stopped just as the sun setAnd waited for the nightOutside a glittering buildingOf glittering glass and burning light...And in the road before usStood a weary greyish manWho held a child upon his backA small boy by the handThe three of them were dressed in ragsAnd thinner than the airAnd all six eyes stared fixedly on youThe father's eyes said "Beautiful!How beautiful you are!"The boy's eyes said"How beautiful!She shimmers like a star!"The childs eyes uttered nothingBut a mute and utter joyAnd filled my heart with shame for usAt the way we are I turned to look at youTo read my thoughts upon your faceAnd gazed so deep into your eyesSo beautiful and strangeUntil you spokeAnd showed me understanding is a dream"I hate these people staringMake them go away from me!"The fathers eyes said "Beautiful!How beautiful you are!"The boys eyes said"How beautiful! She glitters like a star!"The child's eyes uttered joyAnd stilled my heart with sadnessFor the way we areAnd this is why I hate youAnd how I understandThat no-one ever knows or loves anotherOr loves another

14. Crosby Stills and Nash, Teach Your Children You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by,And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix, the one you'll know by.Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.And you, of the tender years can't know the fears that your elders grew by,And so please help them with your youth, they seek the truth before they can die.Teach your parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by,And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix,the one you'll know by.Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

15. John Lennon, Imagine Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us only sky.Imagine all the people living for today...Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too. Imagine all the people living life in peace...You may say I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one.Imagine no possessions. I wonder if you can. No need for greed or hunger. A brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people sharing all the world...You may say I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will live as one.

16. Bob Dylan, The Times They Are a Chingin’ Come gather 'round peoplewherever you roam, and admit that the watersaround you have grown.And accept it that soonyou'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to youis worth savin‘, then you better start swimmin‘ or you'll sink like a stone. For the times they are a-changin'.Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen. And keep your eyes wide,the chance won't come again.And don't speak too soonfor the wheel's still in spin, and there's no tellin' whothat it's namin‘. For the loser nowwill be later to win. For the times they are a-changin'.Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call. Don't stand in the doorway. Don't block up the hall. For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled. There's a battle outsideand it is ragin‘.It'll soon shake your windowsand rattle your walls. For the times they are a-changin'.Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land. And don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons and your daughtersare beyond your command. Your old road isRapidly agin‘. Please get out of the new oneif you can't lend your hand. For the times they are a-changin'.The line it is drawn. The curse it is cast. The slow one nowwill later be fast. As the present now will later be past, the order is rapidly fadin‘. And the first one nowwill later be last. For the times they are a-changin'.

17. Gladys Knight, Midnight Train to Georgia L.A. proved too much for the man so he's leaving a life he's come to know. He said he's going back to findwhat's left of his world - the world he left behind not so long ago.He's leavin’ on that midnight train to Georgia. Said he's going back to a simpler place and time, oh yes he is. I'll be with him on that midnight train to Georgia. I'd rather live in his world than live without him in mineHe kept dreamingthat some day he'd be a star. But he sure found out the hard waythat dreams don't always come true, oh no, uh uh.So he pawned down his hopes and even sold his old car. Bought a one way ticket back to the life he once knew. Oh yes he did, he said he wouldFor love, gonna board the midnight train to ride. My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone. My world, his world, my man, his girl.

18. Simon and Garfunkel, Sounds of Silence Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping,left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remainswithin the sound of silence.In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone. 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence.And in the naked light I sawten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people writing songs that voices never share. And no one dareddisturb the sound of silence."Fools" said I, "You do not know silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you."But my words like silent raindrops fell, and echoedin the wells of silenceAnd the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming. And the signs said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls. And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

19. John Mayer, Stop this Train No, I'm not colorblind, I know the world is black and white. I try to keep an open mind. But I just can't sleep on this, tonight Stop this train. I want to get off and go home again. I can't take the speed it's moving in. I know I can't. But, honestly, won't someone stop this train? Don't know how else to say it. I don't want to see my parents go. One generation's length away from fighting life out on my own. So scared of getting older. I'm only good at being young. So I play the numbers game to find a way to say that life has just begun. Had a talk with my old man. Said, "Help me understand“. He said, "Turn sixty-eight, you'll renegotiate. Don't stop this train. Don't for a minute change the place you're in, and don't think I couldn't ever understand. I tried my hand. John, honestly, we'll never stop this train" Once in a while, when it's good, it'll feel like it should. When you're all still around, and you're still safe and sound. And you don't miss a thing ‘till you cry when you're driving away in the dark singing, “Stop this train. I want to get off and go home again. I can't take the speed it's moving in I know, I can't. 'Causenow I see I'll never stop this train.”

20. ABBA, The Winner Takes it ll I don't wanna talkabout things we've gone through. Though it's hurting me, now it's history.I've played all my cards, and that's what you've done too.Nothing more to say. No more ace to play.The winner takes it all. The loser's standing small. Beside the victory. That's her destiny.I was in your arms thinking I belonged there. I figured it made sense. Building me a fence. Building me a home. Thinking I'd be strong there.But I was a fool. Playing by the rules.The gods may throw the dice. Their minds as cold as ice. And someone way down here loses someone dear. The winner takes it all. The loser has to fall. It's simple and it's plain. Why should I complain?But tell me does she kiss like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the samewhen she calls your name? Somewhere deep inside, you must know I miss you. But what can I say? Rules must be obeyedThe judges will decide. The likes of me abide.Spectators of the show always staying low. The game is on again. A lover or a friend. A big thing or a small. The winner takes it allI don't wanna talk if it makes you feel sad. And I understandyou've come to shake my hand. I apologize if it makes you feel bad. Seeing me so tense. No self-confidence. But you see. The winner takes it all

21. Natalie Merchant, I may know the word I may know the word, but not say it. I may know the truth, but not face it. I may hear a sound - a whisper, sacred & profound, but turn my head Indifferent.I may know the word, but not say it. I may love the fruit, but not taste it. I may know the wayto comfort & to soothea worried face, but fold my hands Indifferent.If I'm on my knees, I'm begging now. If I'm on my knees, groping in the dark. I'd be praying for deliverancefrom the night into the day. But it's all grey here. It's all grey to me.I may know the word, but not say it. This may be the time, but I might waste it. This may be the hour. Something move me. Someone prove me wrong before night comeswith indifference.If I'm on my knees, I'm begging now. If I'm on my knees, groping in the dark. I'd be praying for deliverance from the night into the day. But it's all grey here. It's all grey to me.I recognize the walls inside. I recognize them all. I've paced between them chasing demons downuntil they fall in fitful sleep, enough to keep their strength.Enough to crawl into my headwith tangled threads. They riddle me to solve.Again & again & again

22. Christina Aguilera, Beautiful Don't look at me. Everyday is so wonderful, then suddenly it's hard to breathe. Now and then I get insecure from all the pain. I'm so ashamed. I am beautiful. No matter what they say. Words can't bring me down. I am beautiful in every single way. Yes words can't bring me down. So don't you bring me down today To all your friends you're delirious. So consumed in all your doom. Trying hard to fill the emptiness. The pieces gone. Left the puzzle undone. Ain'tthat the way it is. You're beautiful. No matter what they say. Words can't bring you down. You're beautiful. In every single way. Yes words can't bring you down. So don't you bring me down today No matter what we do. No matter what we say. We're the song inside the tune full of beautiful mistakes. And everywhere we go, the sun will always shine. And tomorrow we might awake on the other side. We're beautiful. No matter what they say. Yes words won't bring us down. We are beautiful in every single way. Yes words can't bring us down. So don't you bring me down today