Let's be a Stevie Nicks lyric!

I'm Julia!

I do two things! TWO THINGS!

I’m literally landslide, as I watch my house slide down the Hollywood Hills. I believe that is how the song got its name.

I'm the Crystal Vision!

I am silver springs. No, this is not about hot springs. I am the hater of the cheater.

I'm the white rabbits on the run

It's all right, it's all right To be standing in a line Standing in a line I would cry

I'm the room on fire!

I'm a bit of gold and braid!

I'm the blue-green colors flashing.

I’m her long billowing skirts that she uses to really emphasize her music.

I'm the ghost tracked through the fog!

I'm the charmed hour!

I'm the haunted song!

And I'm the Angel of your dreams!

I say it's funny that you understood even though I knew you would.

I’m the actual gypsy.

I’m the beast

I'm a WHOLE LOTTA TROUBLE 4U!

I'm Rhiannon, the Maker of Birds: one emerald-green, one snow-white, one golden flashing like a sunbeam through the night.

I'm Don Henley's "Mountain" from the early 80s.

I'm lightening. I strike once, maybe twice. Then I call it a night.

You can go your own way.

What, no Leather or Lace? Really!!

No one has written anything for me.

I'm *some* lace, and paper flowers.

Ow! Ow!

I'm the light that lighted the way to the chamber door where they seemed to spend all of their time.

OOH MY LOVE!

I’ve never ever been a blue calm sea. I have always been a storm. So, essentially, I’m a mess.

I'm the silver spoon that helps the Gold Dust Woman dig her grave.

I'm also the pale shadow of a dragon AND a black widow!

I'm Stevie's first mistake, which was to SMILE AT YOU!

I'm the flower and the vine.

I'm Stevie's silver-grey hair on someday when we're older.

Unbraid it with all of the love that you have - like a soft, silver chain.

I'm the forgotten chimpanzee.

I'm Sara.

I'm Alice.

I'm going back to The Other Side Of The Mirror!

R29 Dear Sara: Never change. Never stop. Thanks very much.

I wear boots all summer long.

I have always been a storm.

I’m seriously in need of a thesaurus.

I am the voice in the room, it’s mine. Feels good, sounds good...

I'm the Number! Dial me!

Ms. Nicks has long been what the British term "past it."

I'm the Lady who rises once in a million years.

You cry, "Oh no, Rhiannon!" but I'm gone and your life knows no answer.

R35, The voice is in the room next to mine. The voice is not mine.

I am words thrown together in a nonsensical fashion that are supposed to pass for lyrics.

The music here is hauntingly familiar.

"... like a weirdo, I can bend ..."

I'm the abortion that inspired the song 'Sara'.

"Wait a minute baby, stay with me a while, you said you'd give me light, but you never told me about the fire"

Could she be any more self-centered or self-absorbed? (Stay with me a while? You're the one showing her the door!)

I'm the long nets of white (cocaine) clouding her memory.

R44 And I'm the benzos she couldn't stop gulping down! Guess with all that coke.....

I’m all that glitters

I'm the feathered antique pen that Stephanie undoubtedly used to write her lyrics.

Talentless cow.

You beefy, muscle studs give to me your leather and you can take from me my lace.

I’m the child that got kicked in the cunt bone by Stevie.

"You don't change, baby/I don't change/You don't change/RHIANNON/I don't change, baby you don't change/It's all the same/RHIANNON/ALL THE SAME GAME/ALL THE SAME GAME/ALL THE SAME GAME/RHIANNON/Baby/I don't change and you don't change." This is from Memphis 1982. If anybody is a serious Stevie fan [& I must confess I am not], this version might interest you. It's cathartic. And writing that renews my deeply held satisfaction that I'm totally fucking queer. Yay...

the midnight rose told the wizened raven that it is unwise to fly without the red glitter shards of Amelia's broken heart made of ancient and knowing glass ...the night is a mysterious mistress...oooh saraaaaa!

How's that?

I'm Tom Petty. Feel free to blame me for telling Stevie not to give up when she wanted to quit the industry and quit writing..."songs".

I'm the goat who inspired Stevie to start singing!

she moves like a a leaf in the darkness of the night the crones know her by name but she knows more than they the prince arrived on the wings of the truth and left on back of the dragon of lies...oooh, saraaaaa

What I lacked in talent I made up for with hair and tits!

I'm the age of seventeen, felicitously misheard.

I'm the floor that she loves. Why would anybody love a floor?

How come Nicks never shows her legs?

I’m Stevies pussy and YES, I stink.

R58 Because the floor is made from an ancient and wise tree, because the floor has seen many feet walking toward their destiny, because floors are made by witches

So glad Steve-O gave up coke.

ching...ching ching ching...ching ching...

I'm the tambourine Stevie uses because she can't play an instrument.

Stevie's benzo years.

Such a rare and candid pic of Stevie!

I can't wait.... to get off these damn staircases!

She also can't wait until she can walk around without that big fan that blows her hair around in such a dramatic fashion.

I'm a melody...and nothing else matters!

R68 Is it true that the sea changes color but the sea never changes?

She also can't wait to change her shoes several times from cut to cut.

[quote]Ow! Ow!—I'm the cuntbone being kicked

Excuse me, but it's "Ooh, baby, ooh, ooooh!"

R70 Shoes? Or those boots made with enormous gauze bandages?

We're Lindsey's blue-gray eyes that change with the color, change with the sun, we run with the sight. We change with the wind but we're always bright.

(She hates us, but she can't stop writing about us)

Who did Stevie kick in the cuntbone and why?

I'm lyrics that must be delivered on a treadmill in the video.

She suddenly has little stiletto booties when she is walking up the stairs.

Stand back, stand back In the middle of my room I did not hear from you It's all right, it's all right To be standing in a line Standing in a line I would cry

She is a profoundly talented lyricist R77. She has a special way of painting a picture with words (eye roll).

Getting buns of steel while promoting her song. She is a multitasker R75. But when you are doing that much coke...

When you build your snatch

I'll come by......

I need a little sympathy.

I am the rain. When I wash you clean, you will know.

Yes. Stevie, you do need some sympathy.

I am a player. I only love you when I'm playin'

I’m dark and sinister things at the top of the stairs or down the hall.

I'm just like the one-winged dove, I sing a song and it sounds like I'm singing!

I'm the edge that 17 is clinging to for dear life

I'm the feeling that remains even after the glitter fades.

I'm the thunder that only happens when it's raining.

I am walking gently through your shadow, I am the one who sings at night.

I am her hoarse, raspy voice

I'm "it" and sometimes I'm a bitch and sometimes I'm a breeze.

There is magic all around me, if I do say so myself.

I'm drowning in the sea of love, where everyone would love to drown.

I'm the middle of the room.

STAND BACK!

STAND BACK!

I'm the sea that changes color but doesn't change. (What?)

I'm Rhiaaaaaaaaaanon

I am like a cat in the dark and then! I AM THE DARKNESS, bitches.

I'm Jonathan Livingston Seagull.

I'm almost 100% sure I'm a Stevie Nicks lyric or a crappy book title.

I’m Sara, drowning in a sea of love. I’m actually an aborted fetus, shhhhh.

R100 And now you're gone, they say it doesn't matter anymore.

R100 meet R29 and R43

unintelligible unintelligible unintelligible *twiiirrrl* unintelligible unintelligible unintelligible *shows tits* nonsensical nonsensical nonsensical *gets tears in eyes* unintelligible unintelligible unintelligible *fan blows hair around, tits brought out once again* nonsensical unintelligible nonsensical unintelligible *wipes tears, more tits*

I’m the mattress on the floor that she loves, with lace shawls draped over her lamps.

Will someone please explain the getting kicked in the cunt bone story is about?

R106 I believe they are referring to Nicks' decision to terminate a pregnancy.

unintelligible unintelligible unintelligible *twiiirrrl* unintelligible unintelligible unintelligible *shows tits* nonsensical nonsensical nonsensical *gets tears in eyes* unintelligible unintelligible unintelligible *fan blows hair around, tits brought out once again* nonsensical unintelligible nonsensical unintelligible *wipes tears, more tits*

croak croak croak *point, shiny little lips, fan blows hair around* croak croak croak croak *point, lick shiny lips, play with dress and this supposed to pass for dancing, fan continually blows hair around* croak croak croak

I am "She" in every song, and by "She," I mean ME. ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME!

R106, it’s a DL meme someone here wrote up here years ago.

It’s not referring to Stevie’s four abortions.

R110 She had four abortions?? Maybe the song 'Sara' is about four different fetuses then.

We're French and Saunders, perfectly summing up Stevie's gobbledygook with "Dream Woman"

I'm your house, and when you build it I'll come by.

I'm the laces getting undone.

I’m one more big time rock and roll star (actually, I’m Joe Walsh’s fingers and I smell like Stevie)

[quote] Will someone please explain the getting kicked in the cunt bone story is about?

It's an old inside joke that came from someone posting this a few years ago. It's weird and insane but something about the idea of Stevie kicking someone in the cunt....and the idea of the existence of a "cunt bone"......was kinda funny.

Here, watch this:

Here, watch this too:

LOL R118

"I (as a joke) went to Stevie Nick's website and wrote Stevie this:

Hi Stevie: My daughter and I have been fans of your for years. Your music soothes our souls. During your last tour you were coming out to your limo after the show and my daughter told you that she loved you and politely asked you for your autograph. You then said 'Go fuck yourself' and kicked my little girl right in the cunt and broke her vagina bone. All she wanted was your autograph! It took me years to write you about this. We still love you and forgive you. yeah, the story isn't true but I wonder if Stevie will laugh, or go, 'Did I really kick a little girl in the cunt!?' Thank you!"

Oh my God, I laughed until I cried! The mental image! ('Go fuck yourself' wasn't enough? She had to kick her in the vagina too?)

R117? R118? I love both of you!

"digitally re-mumbled" lmao!

Thank you R117.

Ravel round, stranger,

What do you know when

The travel rides on?

Travel rides, cheat on the range

Of the strange one.

Coming done, you say

A filling fooling feeling

Come undone

For the fool unfitting reason.

Back, go back

Let it climb and fall

And find the sound appearing

Let it climb and fall

And ravel round the stranger

Ravel round the stranger

Ravel round the stranger

(Repeat for four minutes while Mick and Lindsey (back from his exile and sickness) boom and glide, until Stevie's voice sounds like the sound of thick plastic sheets tearing. C McV has stopped singing backup and harmony after the first verse and is banging a small triangle on her good knee for the rest of the number.

Ken Caillat, producing, pleads for a shattered-cymbals and bass ba-dum close at 2:57 to end it.

One of my friends would sing to songs on the radio, and if he forgot the words, would just substitute "meow".

Sometimes Stevie's songs sound like a lot of "meow meow meow, ooooh yeah!"

"And find the sound appearing

Let it climb and fall

And ravel round the stranger

Ravel round the stranger"

God, these lyrics just speak to me! Especially the line, "And find the sound appearing".

Stevie? YOU are the poet in MY heart! YOU are MY aborted fetus!

This is why I come on Datalounge!

This is why I come on Datalounge!

This is why I come on Datalounge!

I'll put out my cigarette in Stevie's eye with my good hand!

what the hell is that R123? That’s a Stevie Nicks song??

I'm the superstar wattage and effective artistry, even if the jokes are funny, too.

I'm getting older, too.

I’m the things that money can’t buy me (a husband, a kid, another Grammy...)

I'm Stevie's uterus.

I've had more kids pulled out of me than a burning orphanage!

I'm the dark eye makeup.

I’m the sudden and illogical shifts in tense and person. But you wouldn’t criticize Bob Dylan for that, so why criticize me?

Shut up, Linds!

I am a Love Wind, and she's ready to sail, baby!

I'm Christine McVie, knitting an afghan until this bitch gets her shit together.

Even by rock music standards Stevie Nicks has terrible voice. I cannot think of one female recording artist who says that they are a fan of hers or that they were influenced by her.

Christie? You're like a cat in the darkness and now you are the darkness!

Stevie? You're like a line of cheap coke blown up my asshole, doll!

Christie? I'm a lovely lacy, fringed shawl made of authentic silk and you're a pair of Tom Petty's polyester pants on day when he is especially gassy!

I'm gonna kick you in the cuntbone, Christine!

*thwap!*

And I'm gonna stomp on your throat so we never have to hear your goat voice again bee-yotch!

In the middle of my room, I did not hear from you

WTF does that mean? Either move to another spot in that room and/or clean out your ears, bitch.

Stevie's a poet, R146, every word is like one of Van Gogh's brush strokes.

Starlight! Star bright! I'l be standin' in line - pure genius!

R145 Hey, Chrissie!

I'm gonna shit on your porch, you shaggy cow!

Alright Stephanie. We will settle this once and for all.

We will stand on stage with millions of viewers watching and I will sing acapella first and then you will sing acapella.

Yes, darling. I knew just the thought of it would send you running back to the benzos. Just don't overdo it this time around luv?

As if. Your weak voice sounds like a frog being fucked in the ass, Chrissie!

That's right Stevie, tell me lies, keep telling me sweet little lies. (Told you that deep throating Buckingham would ruin what little voice you had but you just kept turning on your hair blowing fan every time I tried to warn you.)

I'm the woman that loves you. I also hate you and got your ass kicked out of my band!

Just for the record; Nicks and McVie always had and still have a positive relationship. They are still friends and got along just fine while in FWM.

I’m the real life and the life that you know.

Maybe I’m just thinking that the rooms are all in fire every time that you walk in the room.

I'm the kind of woman that'll haunt you. I matter. To you.

I’m the intense silence as you walk in the room.

I'm Rhianna

I'm Stevie's equally unpleasant speaking voice.

I'm the gold dust that actually was white but lit by a bug light, next to Stevie and an unhappy assistant squatting with a soda straw in her shaking hand.

Landslide!

I'm Christine's rancid pussy that made Dennis Wilson drown himself.

R140 Courtney Love.

I'm a free spirited gypsy = I'm white trash on a budget who can't get past 1978.

I'll follow you down until the sound of my queef will haunt you!

You'll never get away!

R162 Did Love say that?? (Because you just named someone who is a worse singer - much worse - than Nicks.)

I'm the white dove's song: "ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, say ooh."

I went to run some errands today and you'll never guess what came on the radio when I got in my car to leave, "...just like a white winged dove sings a song sounds like she's singin'..."

It was God's way of admonishing me for being so mean to Stevie on DL.

And it was His way of pointing out how insulting it was for Stevie's backup singers to have to make her sound better since they could sing circles around her.

I’m “baybeh”, “well”, and “honey”, Stevie’s go-to lyrics when she can’t think of a anything else.

[quote] And it was His way of pointing out how insulting it was for Stevie's backup singers to have to make her sound better since they could sing circles around her.

Amen, sister!

I defy you to find someone who can sing "baybeh" the way Stevie can.

I inspired the line, "Take your silver spoon, dig your grave" in Gold Dust Woman!

R171 I take it that was supposed to be an ominous line. Stevie? If you know you are digging your grave stop using or go into rehab.

You know what's sad? Nicks didn't sound any better before she burned a coke hole through her nose.

I'm standing back, standing back--in the middle of my room, even

R123 is a parody.

Like all of Stevie's best work.

Memorex.

The clouds never expect it when it rains, But the sea changes colors, but the sea does not change.

The loneliness of a one night stand is hard to take We all chase something and maybe this is a dream The timeless face of a rock and roll woman while her heart breaks Oh you know the dream keeps coming even when you forget to feel.

You can ride high atop your pony, I know you won’t fall ’Cause the whole thing’s phony. -”Bella Donna”

Heartbreak of the moment is not endless.

And the summer became the fall I was not ready for the winter It makes no difference at all ’Cause I wear boots all summer long

My eye make up is dark and it’s careless Some circles around my eyes Sometimes the real color of my skin Is my eyes without any shadow.

And he says, “What do you love to do? Outside your world, Who spends time with you? Whom do you love when you’re not working?”

She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness

Run around like a spirit in flight Fearlessness is fearlessness I will not forget this night

I’ll follow you down til the sound of my voice will haunt you.

Races are run Some people win Some people always have to lose.

She was that kind of lady Times were hard But she could come curling ‘round you Like fingers.

So I close my eyes softly Til I become that part of the wind That we all long for sometimes. And to those that I love Like a ghost through a fog Like a charmed hour And a haunted song And the angel of my dreams.

Like this, R170?

I'm her inability to wait.

Presumably for another line of coke or shot of tequila.

No one can bring more weight to Stevie's lyrics than Chrissy Metz.

I was singing about a metaphorical landslide, in Chrissy's case I suppose she's referring to her most recent trip to the bathroom.

I'm mumbled lyrics you could never hope to begin to understand.

I am also going to write about a metaphorical landslide. It's about the number of chins Stevie acquired during her benzo years.

I'm also currently writing a song called "Hike It Up". It's about the 'Lifestyle Lift' got a couple of years ago (although there still appears to be parts of Stevie's chin that rebelled against being "lifted").

xxx ooo

I'm the Imperial Hotel.

Stevie did lose weight by taking up jogging. I like to imagine her on a treadmill (like in her Stand Back video) wearing platform boots, a wig and a top hat, a lace shawl, and huge excesses of witchy-looking fabric. Clumping away.

Chris, honey, did I ever tell you about the time I switched the straw in your drink?

"Switched straws"?? I'm sorry, Stephanie, but I'm afraid I don't get the joke. (Short, goat-sounding American women and their..."humor".)

After Stevie's septum was near collapse she had to have her assistant blow cocaine up her anus with a straw.

OH...DEAR...GOD!! STRAWS??? YOU SWITCHED STRAWS??? YOU B*TCH!!!! YOU SHAMELESS BLATHERIN, MUMBLING BLEATING, CROAKING NO-TALENT SHORT, TRYING-TO-BE-SEXY-AND-NOT-SUCCEEDING OBNOXIOUS COKE WHORE ATTENTION WHORE B*TCH!!!

R184 So she sweated away the pounds. Okay. Stev' needs to be careful, water weight comes back very quickly.

[quote] Even by rock music standards Stevie Nicks has terrible voice. I cannot think of one female recording artist who says that they are a fan of hers or that they were influenced by her.

Sheryl Crow and Macy Gray

They're just being polite R190. They feel sorry for Stevie and decided to say something nice.

I’m both the gate AND the garden

Dear person doing the "Christine vs. Stevie" bit: not only is it not funny, but it stops the thread in its tracks. For God's sake, stop it.

Yes, Stephanie. Stop it!

I’m all the lyrics that ended up on the cutting room floor when Stevie completely re-recorded her Rock A Little album.

I am ‘how will we feel twenty years ago’ from I Can’t Wait. Bet you couldn’t make me out without Googling.

I'm "I'll follow you down til the sound of my voice will haunt you", the best lyric Stevie ever wrote.

I’m “BAYBEH!!!!!

I'm the actual words of the lyric, but I don't matter because no one can understand them when they are sung in an unintelligible mumble.

I am not a Stevie Nicks lyric.

Rather I am the absence of a Stevie Nicks lyric. If I take place during a live FM performance Stevie will fill this time by 'playing' a tambourine -- and by playing I mean try to keep eyes on her and not her bandmates who may have a solo part of their own.