Songs or lyrics about people that are misunderstood or outsiders (1 Viewer)

[7 - No tomorrow]

I promise I won't make a habit of this, but i need Thumped's help.

A friend is doing a presentation and wants to open it with a song reference

Here's the request

I'd like to open it with a quote/lyric...So, if you
think of anything that could describe someone who is misunderstood, or
an oddity or along those lines can you send to me?

I heard misunderstood oddities, and I thought of you guys.

Any help appreciated.

 

[Denny Oubidoux]

My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right ...

 

[7 - No tomorrow]

I suggested Iniskeen Road July Evening

I think something ore recent is what's being looked for

I guess Richard Marx counts

 

[therealjohnny]

Now If you get an ear pierced, some will call you gay.
But if you drive a pick-up, they'll say 'No, you must be straight.'
What we are and what we ain't, what we can and what we can't,
Does it really matter?

 

[evil bandit]

How's about a song featuring three outsiders ??

Hamell On Trial - Hail

Tina Brandon and Brian Deneke,
met for coffee in heaven last week.

He said "I like mine black"
And she said, "Do you ever want to go back?"

He said, "No, we can be who we want to be."
He said, "No, we can be who we want to be."

Matthew Shepard dropped by for desert.
And they asked Matthew, "Does it still hurt?"

And he paused and spit over the rail,
And it flew down to earth, just like hail.

He said, "no, we can be who we want to be."
He said, "no, we can be who we want to be."

Down on earth, he held her tight, she held her tight, he held him tight.
It was morning, and they'd cried all night. Through the window he saw
the hail. And she asked, "Have we failed?"

He said, "No, we can be who we want to be."
He said, "No, we can be who we want to be."

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[Denny Oubidoux]

No, they could gang up together

 

[rettucs]

apologies for formatting but

She calls out to the man on the street "Sir, can you help me? It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back He pretends he can't hear her He starts to whistle as he crosses the street She's embarrassed to be there
Oh, think twice, it's just another day for For you and me in paradise Oh, think twice, it's just another day For you, you and me in paradise Just think about it
She calls out to the man on the street He can see she's been cryin' She's got blisters on the soles of her feet She can't walk but she's tryin'
Oh, just think twice, it's just another day For you and me in paradise Oh, yes think twice, it's just another day For you, you and me in paradise Just think about it, just think about it
Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do? Oh Lord, there must be something you can say
You can tell by the lines on her face You can see that she's been there Probably been moved on from every place 'Cause she didn't fit in there
Oh, yes think twice, it's just another day For you and me in paradise Oh, yes think twice, it's just another day For you, you and me in paradise Just think about it, just think about it
It's just another day For you and me in paradise It's just another day For you and me in paradise
It's just another day For you and me in paradise It's just another day For you and me in paradise
It's just another day For you and me It's another day For you and me
It's another day For you and me in paradise In paradise

 

[rettucs]

Stiff Little Fingers - White Noise

Rastus is a n****r. Thug mugger junkie.
Black golly gob. Big horny monkey.
Pimp pusher coon. Grinning piccaninnies.
Send him home soon. Back to the trees.

Black wogs. Black wogs. Face Don't fit.
Black wogs. Black wogs. Ain't no Brit.

Ahmed is a Paki. Curry coffee queer.
Ten to a bed. Flocking over here.
Tax-sponging canker. Smelly thieving kids.
Ponce greasy wanker. Worse than the yids.

Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Face don't fit.
Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Ain't no Brit.

Stick together we'll all be white me and you
The only colours we need are red, right and blue.

Paddy is a moron. Spud thick Mick.
Breeds like a rabbit. Thinks with his prick.
Anything floors him if he can' fight or drink it.
Round them up in Ulster. Tow it out and sink it.

Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don't fit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. Ain't no Brit.

If the victim ain't a soldier why should we care?
Irish bodies don't count. Life's cheaper over there.

Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don't fit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. Ain't no Brit.
Green wogs. Green wogs. Get 'em boys.
Green wogs. Green wogs. Turn up the white noise.

 

[7 - No tomorrow]

I suggested Tom's Diner. It was not considered good enough.

There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

yeah, yours were better. So what??

 

[MDR]

What about the Pulp song:

"Mis-Shapes"


Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you
We don't do the things you do, but we live around here too.
Oh really.
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it
Oh 'cause they just want to keep us out.
You could end up with a smash in the mouth just for standing out.
Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah:
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh.
What's the point of being rich if you can't think what to do with it?
'Cause you're so very thick.
Oh we weren't supposed to be, we learnt too much at school now
we can't help but see.
That the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about.
We're making a move, we're making it now,
We're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move. We're making it now.
We're coming out of the sidelines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of - that'sour minds.
And that's our minds. Yeah.

 

[Denny Oubidoux]

Did you mean to suggest Luka? Tom's Diner is really just about observation

 

[Jill Hives]

Any Smiths or Cure song.

 

[7 - No tomorrow]

Did you mean to suggest Luka? Tom's Diner is really just about observation

Every line in Tom's Diner is about disconnect, no?

Guy pouring her coffee doesn't see her. She doesn't know the dead person. Woman in the window can't see her. Etc.

Luka is about sexual abuse no?

 

[David Kronenbourg]

isn't this, like, most good songs?

 

[Jill Hives]

Since I just booked John Grant tickets this minute.... Queen of Denmark.

 

[Denny Oubidoux]

Every line in Tom's Diner is about disconnect, no?

Guy pouring her coffee doesn't see her. She doesn't know the dead person. Woman in the window can't see her. Etc.

Luka is about sexual abuse no?

Yes, re Luka, but she's still a bit outside/misunderstood.

As for Tom's Diner - that sounds plausible alright, although since it's Suzanne Vega I'm doubtful

 

[7 - No tomorrow]

Yes, re Luka, but she's still a bit outside/misunderstood.

True enough

As for Tom's Diner - that sounds plausible alright, although since it's Suzanne Vega I'm doubtful

It's a song about being alone and missing someone. No one else in the song notices her existence which is how that feels. I kinda thought she did a good job with that aspect of it.

 

[David Kronenbourg]

dO THEY HAVE TO BE GOOD SONGS? Eminen's Stan!

 

[7 - No tomorrow]

dO THEY HAVE TO BE GOOD SONGS? Eminen's Stan!

That's a good question. I don't know.

 

[7 - No tomorrow]

Thanks for the responses though