Horrible song Lyrics --"'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain"

[Khephra]

A Horse With No Name


Written by Dewey Bunnell, ©1971
Performed by: America


On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ..

[mac56]

1. As comic Richard Jeni said:

"You're out in the desert. You've got nothing else to do. NAME THE FRIGGIN' HORSE."

[terrya]

2. That has to be one of the most pointless songs ever written.

"The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love"

I'm not even going to waste one second trying to interpret that gibberish. :-)

Terry

[TOhioLiberal]

3. What is it about America?

Ventura Highway sucks almost as bad:

Ventura Highway
Written by Dewey Bunnell, ©1972

Chewing on a piece of grass
Walking down the road
Tell me, how long you gonna stay here, Joe?
Some people say this town don't look good in snow
You don't care, I know

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Did di di di dit ...

Wishin' on a falling star
Waitin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain
Aw, come on, Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot, son, just the same

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

Did di di di dit ...

[skooooo]

11. It was the vocals...

...that made their songs so good. And back in the early 70s, the lyrics didn't sound as bad either...

[kmla]

4. Not sure, but I think the song writers may have been under the influence

of hallucinogenics during the composition of this lil' ditty.

That would be a shocker, no?

[mac56]

5. 'Cause I understand

You've been running from the man
That goes by the name of the Sandman
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that's abandoned..

What the hell does that mean anyway?

[MrBenchley]

6. I'll see your vapid philosophy, and raise you one icky self-absorption...

Hey lady, you lady
cursing at your life
you're a discontented mother
and a regimented wife
I have no doubt
you dream about the things you never do
but I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

Please lady please lady
don't just walk away
Cause I have this need to tell you
why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me
still living in your eyes
won't you share a part
of a weary heart that has lived a million lives

Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
when I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlo in Monte Carlo
and showed them what I've got
I've been undressed by kings
and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'pose to see
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie
a fantasy we created about people and places
as we like them to be
but you know what truth is?
it's that little baby you're holding
and it's that man you fought with this morning
the same one you are gonna make love to tonight
that's truth that's love

sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children
that might have made me complete
but I, I took the sweet life
I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet

I spent my life exploring
the subtle whoreing
that cost to much to be free
hey lady I've been to paradise
but I've never been to me...

I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...

[kmla]

8. I'll call on your icky self absorption, and raise you one piece of dreck..

The worst song ever recorded. Has the distinction of having an equally as bad video associated with it...

I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinnin'
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burnin' for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face

I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round

[Commie Pinko Dirtbag]

7. Why do you hate America so much? (nt)

[Whitacre D_WI]

9. Well I tried to make it Sunday,

But I got so damn depressed
That I set my mind on Monday
And I got myself undressed.
I ain't ready for the altar,
But I do believe there's time
When a woman sure could be a friend of mine.

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you,
Sister Goldenhair surprise.
That I just can't live without you.
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I've been one poor correspondent,
I've been too too hard to find,
But that doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind.

Will you meet me in the middle?
Will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little,
Just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it.
I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it.

[mac56]

10. Sometimes late when things are real

And people share the gift of gab
Between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shells

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please
Believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please
Believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me

[Brinee]

12. I've seen Aligators & I've seen Lizards...

But never a flying hybrid.

[Lydia Leftcoast]

13. My nominee for greatest male chauvinist creep song of all time

"Yankee Lady," by Jesse Winchester

Jesse Winchester Yankee Lady written by Jesse Winchester


A
I lived with the decent folks
D A
In the hills of old Vermont
A
Where what you do all day
E
Depends on what you want
A
And I took up with a woman there
D A
Though I was still a kid
A
And I smile like the sun
E A
To think of all the loving that we did
A
She rose each morning and went off to work
D A
And she kept me with her pay
A
I was making sweet love all night
E A
And playing this old guitar all day
A
And I got apple cider and homemade bread
D A
That would make a man kneel down he would say grace
A
And clean linens on our bed
E A
And a warm feet fire place
D A
Yankee lady so good to me
E A
Yankee lady just a memory
D A
Yankee lady so good to me
E A
Your memories gonna have to do for me
A
An autumn walk on a old country road
D A
With a million flaming trees
A
I was feeling a little uneasy
E
Cause there was winter chill in the breeze
A
And she said, "Oh Jesse, look over there,
D A
I see birds are they are all southward bound
A
Oh Jesse, I'm so afraid
E A
We are going to lose the love that we've found
D A
Yankee lady so good to me
E A
Yankee lady just a memory
D A
Yankee lady so good to me
E A
Your memories gonna have to do for me
A
I don't know what called to me
D A
But I know that I plain had to go
A
I left that little old Vermont town
E
To live down in sunny Mexico
A
And now when I can see myself
D A
As a stranger by my birth
A
The Yankee lady's old memory
E A
To Remind me of my worth
D A
Yankee lady so good to me
E A
Yankee lady just a memory
D A
Yankee lady so good to me
E A
Your memories gonna have to do for me
**************

In other words, she not only earns all the money and does all the housework and cooking, but he just up and runs off one day. He's lucky she didn't come after him with a shotgun.