This morning I heard in a song..."I want to smell the moon in your perfume".

Anyone know what the moon smells like, so I can get the right perfume?

If you wanna hear some crazy lyrics, listen to old Modest Mouse... and some of their new stuff.

Oh I know, there's some really off the wall ones. Those words just kinda seem to boarder on stupid at the time.

try some primus....they're nuts

Im a huge Modest Mouse fan so I just kinda let the borderline stupid stuff go. And ya, Primus is insane, but Les Claypool is a bass god!

Mac Davis, I think, gets the award for the worst opening line in a song (Baby, Don't Get Hooked On Me), "Girl, you're a hot-blooded woman child, and I love the way you're touchin' me..."


Also back in the 70's, my sister really liked the group, Bread......"Baby I'm a want you, baby, I'm a need you...."
(I hope "Baby" knows someone in that group is a bad songwriter)

One of my favorites is the song "Big Day" from Phil Maanzanera's first solo album, "Diamond Head" -- Brian Eno wrote the lyrics....


Taking our time before it's through
Passing our days in old shoes
Sister - think I'm returning to Peru
Wish that I never came here
They can't pronounce my name here
Everyone asks me "Where's Peru?"


In Peru we've lenghtened the day
In Peru we've strenghtened the dollar
There are mountains piercing our skies
And the ocean at our shores
I will save up all of my wages
Even retail crumby cosmetics
I will work my passage in stages
As the winter slips away.


Miles of golden beaches
Excellent wines and features
Mister - take a week off in gay Peru
Penitent monks to stare at
Colonial dons in old straw hats
Everyone's there in old Peru
Oo-poo-Peru

Thats cool. I raise Peruvian alpaca. heh.

Well it's Ninth and Hennepin
All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away, she said
Such a crumbling beauty, ah
There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
And I've seen it all, I've seen it all
Through the yellow windows of the evening train...


Tom Waits-Raindogs

I Came as a Rat by Modest Mouse

Well I ain't sure, but I been told
He's baking cakes inside our souls
Stayed awake, took a nap
Got myself my bottles back
I'm breakin' them out on the street
Walkin' around in my bare feet
I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat
I caught a ride, we caught some air
He's never gonna cut his hair
It takes more time to make a fake
We night swam down in the lake
Washed the dirt off our intentions
Prattle on 'bout bad inventions
I came as ice, I came as a whore
I came as advice that came too short
I came as gold, I came as crap
I came clean and I came as a Rat
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he'll stick it to you
Well I don't know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh oh!
I came as a call, I came as flat
I came too soon so I came back
I came as flowers, I came as nice
I came as dirt and I came as its price
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he'll stick it to you
I don't know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh Oh!

Couldn't have been TOO bad....it went to #3 on the charts in '71.

Since when does sales or chart success have ANYTHING to do with the quality of a song or singer? Garth Brooks is living proof that most Americans have NO musical taste.

i dont wanna smell anyones "moon"

There was a time (once upon a time) when music actually required talent to write as well as perform. Today's "music" doesn't require that. As far as today's world having no musical taste, I'll agree with you on that part.

I can always count on you cotton!