The Damned Love Song Lyrics
Elenio Guardado
The clip opens on Moore (with a new buzzcut) standing alone in a subway station, looking contemplative. As the soft electric guitar of the song begins, so does the story of the video, and viewers find Moore and a love interest hand-in-hand, enthusiastically running out of a bar and down the street.
Some fans may recognize the female character in the video, as she is played by celebrity stylist Kelly Henderson. Henderson styles some of country music's biggest stars, including Moore, Dierks Bentley, Jordan Davis and others. She also hosts a podcast called Velvet's Edge.
"Damn Love" will appear on Moore's forthcoming album of the same name, out April 28. The album was produced by Moore and the Cadillac Three's Jaren Johnston, and it will deliver 13 brand new songs.
I am desperately trying to find the lyrics of the ancient song:
Daisy, Daisy.It goes like this:Daisy, Daisy
I am half crazy
.....
On a bicycle built for two.... or something like that.
Is there some Web site where I can find the lyrics for that song,
or is there some kind soul who could e-mail me the lyrics (even
incomplete will be most helpful!).THANKS
nean...@ix.netcom.com
Jimmy, Jimmy, here is your answer to...
I'd be crazy to marry the likes of you
If you can't afford a carriage
than let's forget the marriage
'cause I'll be dammed
if I'll be crammed
On a bicycle built for two!Mand...@worldnet.att.netAnthropopitecus Neanderthalis wrote in article
...
No, that was:East Side, West Side, all around the town
Ring-around-the rosie, London Bridge is falling down
Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O'Rourke
We tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New YorkThis is actually the chorus, I think it has several verses - check the Digital
Tradition.How's Roadhog doin', Gerry??
Peter, Peter, here is your answer true.
I'd be crazy, to marry a lad like you.
If you can't afford a carriage -
there won't be any marriage.
And I'd be dead, before I'd wed
on a bicycle built for two.My Dad used to sing that part a lot many, many, many years ago whenever I
was dating a "lad" he deemed to be of poor means.Donah Zack Crawford
Director, Folklife Center at Buttonbox Farm
If I'll be crammed [jammed? slammed?]
On a bicycle built for two.--
R. N. (Dick) Wisan - Email: wis...@norwich.net
- Snail: 37 Clinton Street, Oneonta NY 13820, U.S.A.
- Just your opinion, please, ma'am: No fax.
: *Variant for respectable company: "I'll be switched if I'll be
: hitched".I think that one was actually the rarely sung second verse, with the name
of the man changed frequently. At a sixties-era camp, we used to sing
this politically incorrect version as the male retort to verse two:Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do
I'm half crazy, just to make love to you
You make me all hot and sexy
So let us call a taxi
My kind of fun, just can't be done
Isn't this an interesting thread? Peter, Michael, and I know a Richard.
My source for this, I believe, is Pop Wagner on a Prairie Home Companion
broadcast from more than 10 years ago.Richard, Richard, here is your answer true.
You're half crazy if you think that will do.
DAISY,DAISY GIVE ME YOUR ANSWER TRUE
I'M HALF CRAZY, ALL FOR THE LOVE OF YOU.
IT WON'T BE A STYLEISH MARRIAGE.
I CAN'T AFFORD A CARRIAGE.
BUT YOU'LL LOOK SWEET.
UPON THE SEAT.
OF A BICYCLE BUILT FOR TWO.RECORDED BY MITCH MILLER (SING ALONG WITH MITCH) IN THE 50'S
I CAN PROBALY GET YOU A COPY FOR ABOUT 5 OR 6 BUCKS IF NEEDED.
Daisy, Daisy, send me some email, do
I'm half-crazy all for a byte of you
I can't afford a modem
I don't know how to code 'em
But you'd look good
Upon a node
Of the internet built for two. [Insert male name, twice], here is your email true
I'd be crazy to interface with you
Why don't you get a clue be-
Fore ranting like a newbie
And I'll be damned
If I'll be spammed
On an internet built for two. Gerry Myerson (ge...@mpce.mq.edu.au)
Geez - I thought it went:Daisy, Daisy read my chain letter do
Though I'm crazy, I swear it all is true
Then send it to five others
Their sisters and their brothers
And you will stash
A lot of cash
Off this e-mail I sent to youMoron, moron, I read your chain letter through
I'd be crazy to do what you said to do
*So take your bloody spamming
*Dispose of it by cramming
I hope you're flamed
By all those named
When the letter comes back to you* I heard the teeny invisible guy who turns my refrigerator light on
singing these lines:
I sent it to your postmaster
You ignoramous bastardJeri Corlew
>No doubt all our North American friends will want to know what a Black
>Maria was!!Well, since you bring it up, I guess I _am_ a bit confused here. I always
thought this was a prisoner transport wagon, beginning, I seem to
remember, from New Orleans. My Webster's dictionary (American) seems to
confirm this, with a first-printed date of 1874.The really confusing thing is that my Chambers dictionary (English)
defines it as:
A shell that emits dense black smoke or a gun discharging it.From context, I just can't be sure which one the song intends.But actually, this whole thread may involve less than the acceptable level
of seriousness we try to maintain here on r.m.f. The original request was
from>Anthropopitecus Neanderthalis and since we _all_ know that Neanderthal was nowhere near being an
Anthropopitecus, but was, of course, Homo Neanderthalensis, (or probably
more properly Homo Sapiens Neanderthalensis,) I have to wonder if
requester was being serious, or even using his/her correct name!Abby Sale, for the time being
Besides being believable, two other things make this song great. One: A song about a girl, by a guy, that praises that girl entirely for her personality traits is a rare and beautiful thing. Two: People talk (and sing) about falling headlong in love all the time, but this song, with its double-time rave ups, comes a lot closer to sounding the way that actually feels than any mid-tempo treatment of the subject.
The ominous, uneasy ballad finds Zach staring off into the sunset, desperately searching for a reassuring sign that his lover will come back to him, before ultimately resigning himself to the fact that her absence does not appear to be temporary.
He conveys the tension of being trapped between wanting to express just how much his girlfriend means to him, and at the same time being wary of coming on too strong and causing her to leave for good. The second line of this verse is the moment when the listener realises the relationship is doomed, as it's clear that Zach shouldn't need to tip-toe around his emotions when he's with the person he loves most.
It's no accident that this electric glow Zach now sees in his lover's eyes is artificial, compared to the naturally illuminating light of the sun that he references elsewhere in the song. It seems this symbolises the falseness of his partner's affection.
Zach Bryan finishes the track by reaffirming his longing for his girlfriend to change her mind and make her way back to him. Despite the fervour with which he underlines his enduring love for her, we are left with no uncertainty that her truck is already too far gone down a one-way road.
It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, baby
These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy
But when you place your head between my collar and jaw
I don't know much but there's no weight at all
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
'Cause if I say I miss you I know that you won't
But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun
Something in the orange tells me we're not done
I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all night
There's orange dancing in your eyes from bulb light
Your voice only trembles when you try to speak
Take me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak
This place a palace of light drawn with shade
Of silence and pretence a token of our trade
And here you and I lie wreathed in flames
All over a life lived by making up new games
Of gazes and whispers
We shared a penchant for cyanide praise
Fashioned our armours of empathy's malaise
And all of that hurt, and all of those words that we said
You'd think we poisoned the ground on which we tread
But the lining is silver
The best of intentions will not see the road paved
The end of illusions, who could ever be saved
What's left behind in the storms that we braved
The troubles we find and the chances we waived
It's the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
Don't wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
All carved in the shape of freedom
Oh lord won't you hear your children cry
Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
I have no more words to describe
An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
So where is my lover, my firelight
The line on the edge of truth and rumour
We took our vows in the heart of the night
We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright