Tunes: Songs where the title is not in the lyrics

Saturday, February 22, 2025

Tunes: Songs where the title is not in the lyrics

To kick off this thread (I know, a day late from Friday, but here it is ... :) )

I proffer as the thread link ... 4 Non-Blondes - What's Up

Posted by lamplighter at 08:53 PM | 19 COMMENTS | permalink

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lyrics excerpt ... (you had to know this was coming... :) )

genius.com
...
[Verse 1]
25 years and my life is still
Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means

[Pre-Chorus]
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out what's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
"What's going on?"

[Chorus]
And I say, hey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey
I said "Hey, a-what's going on?"
And I say, hey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey
I said "Hey, a-what's going on?"
...

#1 | Posted by LampLighter at 2025-02-22 08:57 PM

Another ...

Pink Floyd - Brain Damage (1973)
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Lyrics excerpt ...

genius.com

...
Verse 1: Roger Waters]
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paperboy brings more

[Chorus: Roger Waters]
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

[Verse 3: Roger Waters & Peter Watts]
The lunatic is in my head (*laughter*)
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You rearrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door and throw away the key
And there's someone in my head, but it's not me
...

@#11

The Fugs
en.wikipedia.org

... The Fugs are an American rock band formed in New York City in late 1964,[2] by the poets Ed Sanders and Tuli Kupferberg, with Ken Weaver on drums. Soon afterward, they were joined by Peter Stampfel and Steve Weber of the Holy Modal Rounders. Kupferberg named the band from a euphemism for ---- used in Norman Mailer's novel The Naked and the Dead.

The band was one of the leaders of the underground scene of the 1960s and became an important part of the American counterculture of that decade.[3] The group is known for its comedic, even lewd, nature but also earned fame through its persistent anti-Vietnam War sentiment during the 1960s.[2]

A famous song of theirs was "Kill for Peace",[4] on their 1966 album The Fugs.

Some 1969 correspondence, found inside an FBI file on the rock group the Doors, called the Fugs the "most vulgar thing the human mind could possibly conceive".[5]

They have been derided for their scatological lyrics.[6] But, Tom Robbins wrote of them in 1968, "Incongruously ... this trio of hairy gross ginch gropers is the most intellectual, sophisticated and literary ensemble in rock."[7] The Fugs have been labeled avant-rock noise music.[8] ...

Yup, the Fugs.

The Unheard Music - X

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Friends warehouse pain
Attack their own kind
A thousand kids bury their parents
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
Some smooth chords
On the car radio
No hard chords
On the car radio
We set the trash on fire
And watch outside the door
Men come up the pavement under the marquee
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
Some smooth chords
On the car radio
No hard chords
On the car radio
Friends warehouse pain
Attack their own kind
A thousand kids bury their parents
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
Some smooth chords
On the car radio
No hard chords
On the car radio
Some smooth chords
On the car radio
No hard chords
On the car radio

New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle

Every time I think of you
I feel a shot right through into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind

There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday?

I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say