Precipitation
- jeff robertson
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Precipitation
(submitting as FLVXXVM FLORVM)
there are those that always seek a shelter from the storm
but it doesn't mean a thing to me
I got all the fire I need to keep my spirit warm
while the rain and sleet wash over me
I see with open eyes and
I've got nowhere to hide and
that's the price for being free
I walk the lonely night
and there ain't no end in sight
but still I answer let it rain on me
there are some who dwell in castles made of pretty dreams
I saw all those crumble in their turn
what they say and what they know is never what they mean
I seek for truth no matter how it burns
I see with open eyes and
I've got nowhere to hide and
that's the price for being free
I fight the lonely fight
and there ain't no end in sight
but still I answer let it rain on me
the king is own his throne
I can see he's got no clothes
and he's just madman like me
I punch through each new shell
digging deeper into hell
but still I answer let it rain on me
so let it rain on me
I see with open eyes and
I've got nowhere to hide and
that's the price for being free
I walk the lonely night
and there ain't no end in sight
but still I answer let it rain on me
so let it rain on me
there are those that always seek a shelter from the storm
but it doesn't mean a thing to me
I got all the fire I need to keep my spirit warm
while the rain and sleet wash over me
I see with open eyes and
I've got nowhere to hide and
that's the price for being free
I walk the lonely night
and there ain't no end in sight
but still I answer let it rain on me
there are some who dwell in castles made of pretty dreams
I saw all those crumble in their turn
what they say and what they know is never what they mean
I seek for truth no matter how it burns
I see with open eyes and
I've got nowhere to hide and
that's the price for being free
I fight the lonely fight
and there ain't no end in sight
but still I answer let it rain on me
the king is own his throne
I can see he's got no clothes
and he's just madman like me
I punch through each new shell
digging deeper into hell
but still I answer let it rain on me
so let it rain on me
I see with open eyes and
I've got nowhere to hide and
that's the price for being free
I walk the lonely night
and there ain't no end in sight
but still I answer let it rain on me
so let it rain on me
Last edited by jeff robertson on Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:17 pm, edited 1 time in total.
- AJOwens
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Re: Precipitation
It was love at first sight
But I didn't know it
Just took a little shock to grow it
You reached out and touched me
And gave it a start
In only a moment
It formed in my heart
My life was so empty of love
Yet so full of care
How could so much to give
Be so hard to share?
There was so much suspended in me
That when others were kind
All the heartbreak I'd known
Would saturate my mind
Then you reached out and touched me
And everything changed
The stillness inside me
Became rearranged
Tears cleansed my heart
Like rain from above
Just the touch of your hand
Precipitated love
[Dirty snickering opportunity fully acknowledged -- AJ]
But I didn't know it
Just took a little shock to grow it
You reached out and touched me
And gave it a start
In only a moment
It formed in my heart
My life was so empty of love
Yet so full of care
How could so much to give
Be so hard to share?
There was so much suspended in me
That when others were kind
All the heartbreak I'd known
Would saturate my mind
Then you reached out and touched me
And everything changed
The stillness inside me
Became rearranged
Tears cleansed my heart
Like rain from above
Just the touch of your hand
Precipitated love
[Dirty snickering opportunity fully acknowledged -- AJ]
- EvelBist
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
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Re: Precipitation
Lately ~ all I wanna do is squeeze you me - can't you see?
Waiting ~ nothing ever makes the change in you - how 'bout me?
precipitation - in my eyes
precipitation - in my mind
precipitation - more and more
precipitation - in my soul
No time ~ always running 'round, chasing you down all over town.
Roll tide ~ love is coming 'round, can't you feel my loving arms surround?
Waiting ~ nothing ever makes the change in you - how 'bout me?
precipitation - in my eyes
precipitation - in my mind
precipitation - more and more
precipitation - in my soul
No time ~ always running 'round, chasing you down all over town.
Roll tide ~ love is coming 'round, can't you feel my loving arms surround?
- MicahSommer
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Re: Precipitation
Precipitation
Micah Sommersmith
The rain falls on the just and the wicked alike,
But the wicked have stolen the umbrellas of the just.
Micah Sommersmith
The rain falls on the just and the wicked alike,
But the wicked have stolen the umbrellas of the just.
- glennny
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Re: Precipitation
Precipitation
music by glennny
words mostly by Ken a little by glennny
VerseA
|D,C#dim|Bm7,A7|Gmaj7|Gmaj7| (x4)
On overcast days
Sometimes I talk to my kid
He says “Why does it rain daddy?”
I say, “God is crying because of something you did.”
Verse B
|F#m|Em7|Bm7|Bm7| (x2)
Now I know that it’s wrong
because the thunder is bowling
and the lightning the crash of the pins
PreChorus
|D|Gmaj7|A7|A7| (x2)
but I want my son to learn
that stupid questions get stupid answers
so I lie to him again
Chorus
|D,Gmaj7|A7|Bm7|C#dim,A7|D|D|D|D|
The truth is unbelievable
So I might as well make it up
He’s young and impressionable
I might as well make it up
Solo
|F#m7|F#m7|Bm7|Bm7|Em7|Em7|
|A7|A7|C#dim|C#dim|A7|A7|
|Gmaj7|Gmaj7|D|D|Cmaj7|Cmaj7|
|A7|A7|Em7|Em7|D|D|
VerseA
|D,C#dim|Bm7,A7|Gmaj7|Gmaj7| (x4)
The tales they get wilder
as my son grows taller
He asks, “Why is the sky blue?”
I say, “God it tired of trying so he left it up to you.”
Verse B
|F#m|Em7|Bm7|Bm7| (x2)
Now I know that it’s wrong
the sky will not tell you when to mow the lawn
and without the light
it’s not very blue at night
PreChorus
|D|Gmaj7|A7|A7| (x2)
but I want my son to learn
stupid questions get stupid answers
so I lie to him again
Chorus (X2)
|D,Gmaj7|A7|Bm7|C#dim,A7|D|D|D|D|
The truth is unbelievable
So I might as well make it up
He’s young and impressionable
I might as well make it up
music by glennny
words mostly by Ken a little by glennny
VerseA
|D,C#dim|Bm7,A7|Gmaj7|Gmaj7| (x4)
On overcast days
Sometimes I talk to my kid
He says “Why does it rain daddy?”
I say, “God is crying because of something you did.”
Verse B
|F#m|Em7|Bm7|Bm7| (x2)
Now I know that it’s wrong
because the thunder is bowling
and the lightning the crash of the pins
PreChorus
|D|Gmaj7|A7|A7| (x2)
but I want my son to learn
that stupid questions get stupid answers
so I lie to him again
Chorus
|D,Gmaj7|A7|Bm7|C#dim,A7|D|D|D|D|
The truth is unbelievable
So I might as well make it up
He’s young and impressionable
I might as well make it up
Solo
|F#m7|F#m7|Bm7|Bm7|Em7|Em7|
|A7|A7|C#dim|C#dim|A7|A7|
|Gmaj7|Gmaj7|D|D|Cmaj7|Cmaj7|
|A7|A7|Em7|Em7|D|D|
VerseA
|D,C#dim|Bm7,A7|Gmaj7|Gmaj7| (x4)
The tales they get wilder
as my son grows taller
He asks, “Why is the sky blue?”
I say, “God it tired of trying so he left it up to you.”
Verse B
|F#m|Em7|Bm7|Bm7| (x2)
Now I know that it’s wrong
the sky will not tell you when to mow the lawn
and without the light
it’s not very blue at night
PreChorus
|D|Gmaj7|A7|A7| (x2)
but I want my son to learn
stupid questions get stupid answers
so I lie to him again
Chorus (X2)
|D,Gmaj7|A7|Bm7|C#dim,A7|D|D|D|D|
The truth is unbelievable
So I might as well make it up
He’s young and impressionable
I might as well make it up
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- glennny
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Re: Precipitation
Precipitation by Berkeley Social Scene
Words by Ken
Martin- bass
Ken- Drums
Glen- Guitar & Vox
It’s so cold
I can’t feel my toes
The wind’s gonna blow
better stay off the roads
It’s fools gold
I can’t steal my soul
The wind is gonna change
better hope for better days
If the goddamn rain just won’t stop
We’ll just sit around in this coffeeshop
and we'll try to stay warm
Cause there’s no heat at home
we’ll just sit here all alone
and try to stay warm
In my sweater and my scarf
I can try to pretend
that the wind isn’t freezing
that we’re not at the end
In my jacket and my hat
I can try to hold off
while my body is freezing
while this cold is unceasing
If the goddamn rain wont stop
We’ll just sit in the this coffeeshop
and we’ll try to stay warm
Cause there’s no heat at home
we’ll just sit here all alone
and try to stay warm
When the weather is inclimate
it’s a good time to be intimate
Let’s cuddle for warmth
Let’s look to the North
If the goddamn rain wont stop
We’ll just sit in the this coffeeshop
and we’ll try to stay warm
Cause there’s no heat at home
we’ll just sit here all alone
and try to stay warm
Words by Ken
Martin- bass
Ken- Drums
Glen- Guitar & Vox
It’s so cold
I can’t feel my toes
The wind’s gonna blow
better stay off the roads
It’s fools gold
I can’t steal my soul
The wind is gonna change
better hope for better days
If the goddamn rain just won’t stop
We’ll just sit around in this coffeeshop
and we'll try to stay warm
Cause there’s no heat at home
we’ll just sit here all alone
and try to stay warm
In my sweater and my scarf
I can try to pretend
that the wind isn’t freezing
that we’re not at the end
In my jacket and my hat
I can try to hold off
while my body is freezing
while this cold is unceasing
If the goddamn rain wont stop
We’ll just sit in the this coffeeshop
and we’ll try to stay warm
Cause there’s no heat at home
we’ll just sit here all alone
and try to stay warm
When the weather is inclimate
it’s a good time to be intimate
Let’s cuddle for warmth
Let’s look to the North
If the goddamn rain wont stop
We’ll just sit in the this coffeeshop
and we’ll try to stay warm
Cause there’s no heat at home
we’ll just sit here all alone
and try to stay warm
Phillipso, Older Brothers, Semolina Pilchards, Zipline , Thank Glennny for the Frisbee, The Odoriferous Valley, The Worldly Self Assurance, Berkeley Social Scene, Very Gentle Knives, Daddy Bop Swing Set, GUNS, The Kraken Lives, Cavedwellers
- hoops
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Re: Precipitation
Hoops: Precipitation
Paul "Hoops" Turrell: lyrics, music, drums ('real'), bass guitar, guitars, organ, piano, vocals, production
Verses in 4/4, Chorus in 11/8
On the inside of my head
There's always precipitation
Sometimes snow or hail or plain old rain
But always precipitation
I have lightning bolts
And thunderstorms
Frightened goats
And sunken boats
But always
Precipitation
On the outside of my brain
There's always illumination
Sometimes lamps or fire or burning wire
But always illumination
It bothers me
And makes me cry
And goats around me
Wonder why
There's always
Illumination
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
(guitar solo)
In the fairly distant future
I'm not certain what will happen
It could be super or rather a shame
But something's bound to happen
It makes me think
Until I stop
I guess it's of
Significance
Things are of
Significance
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
Paul "Hoops" Turrell: lyrics, music, drums ('real'), bass guitar, guitars, organ, piano, vocals, production
Verses in 4/4, Chorus in 11/8
On the inside of my head
There's always precipitation
Sometimes snow or hail or plain old rain
But always precipitation
I have lightning bolts
And thunderstorms
Frightened goats
And sunken boats
But always
Precipitation
On the outside of my brain
There's always illumination
Sometimes lamps or fire or burning wire
But always illumination
It bothers me
And makes me cry
And goats around me
Wonder why
There's always
Illumination
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
(guitar solo)
In the fairly distant future
I'm not certain what will happen
It could be super or rather a shame
But something's bound to happen
It makes me think
Until I stop
I guess it's of
Significance
Things are of
Significance
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
Precipitation
Re: Precipitation
Precipitation
Verse
Db-Db-Gb-Gb
One day
All your bridges fall down
And that cargo you carry
Follows to the ground
One day
You’re a family man
And that empire you’re building’s
Made of buckets of sand
Ab-Bbm-Ebm7-Gb
One day
All the people you were
Stand up in a line receiving line
Ab-Bbm-Ebm7-Ab
One day
It’s a funeral
For the past that you’re
Leaving behind
Prechorus
Db-Db-Gbmaj7-Gbmaj7
The phase change calling, phase change calling
You’ve got to go
Like a freight train falling, freight train falling
Look out below
Chorus
Dbsus-Db
Gbsus2-Gbmaj7
Precipitation
Elevation
Immolation
Abdication
Transpiration
Sublimation
Coronation
Coronation
Dbsus/Eb-Dbsus/F-Dbsus-Gb-Absus-Ab
Bridge
Bbm-Bbm/Ab-Bbm/Gb-F7
Verse
Some day
Warm sun on your skin
At the foot of the bridge
You had to cross to begin
Some day
At the end of a song
Cool recollection
As the shadows grow long
Some day
In a distant resolve
You’ll remember
How you used to feel
Shade your eyes
Touch your hand to your heart
And you’ll know
That I once was real
Prechorus
Chorus
Verse
Db-Db-Gb-Gb
One day
All your bridges fall down
And that cargo you carry
Follows to the ground
One day
You’re a family man
And that empire you’re building’s
Made of buckets of sand
Ab-Bbm-Ebm7-Gb
One day
All the people you were
Stand up in a line receiving line
Ab-Bbm-Ebm7-Ab
One day
It’s a funeral
For the past that you’re
Leaving behind
Prechorus
Db-Db-Gbmaj7-Gbmaj7
The phase change calling, phase change calling
You’ve got to go
Like a freight train falling, freight train falling
Look out below
Chorus
Dbsus-Db
Gbsus2-Gbmaj7
Precipitation
Elevation
Immolation
Abdication
Transpiration
Sublimation
Coronation
Coronation
Dbsus/Eb-Dbsus/F-Dbsus-Gb-Absus-Ab
Bridge
Bbm-Bbm/Ab-Bbm/Gb-F7
Verse
Some day
Warm sun on your skin
At the foot of the bridge
You had to cross to begin
Some day
At the end of a song
Cool recollection
As the shadows grow long
Some day
In a distant resolve
You’ll remember
How you used to feel
Shade your eyes
Touch your hand to your heart
And you’ll know
That I once was real
Prechorus
Chorus
- Geoff WreckdoM
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Re: Precipitation
Precipitation
by WreckdoM
Standing in line for some BBQ and I start to sweat
Sitting in the Doctor's office, I'm pouring sweat
Riding on the bus downtown, covered in sweat
See my boss at the liquor store, look at me sweat
I'm soaking wet, look at my armpits,
One hundred percent chance of rain in my pants
Wish I could be a secret agent, but I always sweat
I can't shake hands with my fellow man, cause I'm covered in sweat
I'm always dropping my cell phone in a puddle of sweat
I don't speak much to the fairer sex, they can see me sweat
I'm soaking wet, look at my armpits,
One hundred percent chance of rain in my pants
Sweat, Sweat, Sweaty wet, look at me sweat
When I was younger dogs would lick me,
I would laugh and roll around.
Now I'm older I'm so lonely,
But I still own lots of dogs.
Dreamed I was wearing a sponge,
Same nightmare goes on and on,
Saw Sodom burn and turned to salt,
Rub me on a slab of pork
Bark, Bark, Woof
by WreckdoM
Standing in line for some BBQ and I start to sweat
Sitting in the Doctor's office, I'm pouring sweat
Riding on the bus downtown, covered in sweat
See my boss at the liquor store, look at me sweat
I'm soaking wet, look at my armpits,
One hundred percent chance of rain in my pants
Wish I could be a secret agent, but I always sweat
I can't shake hands with my fellow man, cause I'm covered in sweat
I'm always dropping my cell phone in a puddle of sweat
I don't speak much to the fairer sex, they can see me sweat
I'm soaking wet, look at my armpits,
One hundred percent chance of rain in my pants
Sweat, Sweat, Sweaty wet, look at me sweat
When I was younger dogs would lick me,
I would laugh and roll around.
Now I'm older I'm so lonely,
But I still own lots of dogs.
Dreamed I was wearing a sponge,
Same nightmare goes on and on,
Saw Sodom burn and turned to salt,
Rub me on a slab of pork
Bark, Bark, Woof
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
- jlampson
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
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Re: Precipitation
Precipitation Rev01
by John Lampson
If there was rain for rent
I'd throw/pour my money down
I'd save this ancient town from burning
***I'd buy this burning town some water
Then I'd be president
And I'd snow the people in
They'd drink and they would sin with passion
And there's no way I wouldn't win affection
From this stellar Atmosphere
Saturn’s rings are shining clear.
I’ll scheme and plan the next disaster
And crown myself their noble savior
For I will own the clouds
And cut you down with fervor/furor
I’ll rule with acid rain and diamond dust
I’ll save you from my winterlust
(unused lyrics follow):
Take credit for the conquest
And you’ll hail me as your emperor
You’ll be near my knees and worship all I do
Because when it suits me best I’ll save you
by John Lampson
If there was rain for rent
I'd throw/pour my money down
I'd save this ancient town from burning
***I'd buy this burning town some water
Then I'd be president
And I'd snow the people in
They'd drink and they would sin with passion
And there's no way I wouldn't win affection
From this stellar Atmosphere
Saturn’s rings are shining clear.
I’ll scheme and plan the next disaster
And crown myself their noble savior
For I will own the clouds
And cut you down with fervor/furor
I’ll rule with acid rain and diamond dust
I’ll save you from my winterlust
(unused lyrics follow):
Take credit for the conquest
And you’ll hail me as your emperor
You’ll be near my knees and worship all I do
Because when it suits me best I’ll save you