Song Lyric Sunday

Jim is the host.

This week the theme is songs that mention Money, Gold, Silver, Rich suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II. 

I knew immediately what song I wanted to pick! This is an ultimate favorite of mine!


Get away
You get a good job with more pay and you’re okay
It’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

New car, caviar, four star, daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team

Get back
I’m alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
It’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit

I’m in the high-fidelity first-class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

It’s a crime
Share it fairly, but don’t take a slice of my pie
So they say
Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a rise
It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away

I was in the right
Yes, absolutely in the right
I certainly was in the right
Yeah, I was definitely in the right, that geezer was cruisin’ for a bruisin’
Why does anyone do anything?
I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time
Just telling him it was in, he could get it in number two
He was asking why it wasn’t coming up on freight eleven
And after, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why
It wasn’t coming up on freight eleven

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Roger Waters

Money – 1981 Re-recording lyrics © Stone Agate Music, Jobete Music Co Inc, Roger Waters Music Overseas Ltd

Song Lyric Sunday

This week the theme is songs that mention Army, Soldier, War suggested by Di of pensitivity101.

Jim is the host of Song Lyric Sunday and you must check this out if you are a music fan. Jim knows a lot about all of the musicians he introduces us to. Check it out here:

I guess this song isn’t necessarily following the “rules” of todays topic but it came to mind the minute I saw the theme. My experience with children, especially those who have been abused, has me feeling like child abuse is a war that is constantly being fought. So, for today my contribution is from 10,000 Maniacs. This is one of my all time favorite songs. If everyone knew the stories of the kids I alone have worked with you all would have nightmares forever. The stories are true and it is so very sad…

Songwriters: Natalie Merchant / Robert Buck

“What’s The Matter Here?”

That young boy without a name anywhere I’d know his face.
In this city the kid’s my favorite.
I’ve seen him. I see him every day.
Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father,
the kid half naked and said to myself “O, what’s the matter here?”
I’m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he’s their kid I stay out of it,
but who gave you the right to do this?

We live on Morgan Street;
just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her,
but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day.
Threats like: “If you don’t mind I will beat on your behind,”
“Slap you, slap you silly.”
made me say, “O, what’s the matter here?”
I’m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he’s your kid, do as you see fit,
but get this through that I don’t approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood.

“If you don’t sit on this chair straight
I’ll take this belt from around my waist and don’t you think that I won’t use it!”

Answer me and take your time,
what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age?
If I’m the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear.
Oh these cold and lowly things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you
and instead of love and the feel of warmth you’ve given him these cuts and sores don’t heal with time or with age.

And I want to say “What’s the Matter here?”
But I don’t dare say.