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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:16 pm UTC

Hee hee. Everyone loves the animaniacs...

Anyway...

Gogol Bordello - Wonderlust King wrote:Back in the day, as we learned,
A man was not considered to be
Considered to be fully grown
Has he not gone beyond the hills?
Has he not crossed the seven seas?
(Yeah seven seas at least)
Now all those jokers kept around
Just like scarecrows in home town
From screen to screen they're travelling

But I'm a wonderlust king
I stay on the run
Let me out
Let me be gone
In the world's beat up road sign
I saw new history of time...

Through siberian woods
Breaking up their neck
Chinese moving in, building discoteques
Trans-siberian sex-toys and what-not
(Yeah, why not?)
Well at least it's something different
From what they got in every other airport

Ja ne evrei, no koje-chto pohozge
Sovrat ne dast ni Yura ni Seryozga!
Simply because I'm not a total gadjo,
Da ja shut, ja tziratch, nu tak stozge?

I travelled the world looking for understanding
Of the times that we live in
Hunting and gathering first-hand information
Challenging definitions of sin

I travelled the world looking for lovers
Of the ultimate beauty
But never settled in
Hay-eh-ya, hay-eh-ya, hay-eh-ya

I am a wonderlust king!
I stay on the run
Let me out
Let me be gone
In the world's beat up road sign
I saw new history of time
New history of time!

And presidents
And billionaires
And generals
They'll never know
They'll never know
What I have owned
What I have owned

I am a wonderlust king...
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Scroobius Pip

Postby TheThickness » Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:55 am UTC

Scroobius Pip wrote in his song "A Letter From God To Man"

Hey There, how, how’s it going?
Long time no see.
I know I haven’t been around much lately
But…it didn’t seem like you wanted me to be
The last time I sent down a message you nailed it to the cross
So I figured I’d just leave you to it, let you be your own boss

But I’ve been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it’s amazing how you’ve grown.
With your technological advances and the problems you’ve overthrown,
And all the beautiful art you’ve created with such grace and such finesse,
But I admit there are a few things I’m afraid have impressed me less.

So I’m writing to apologize for all the horrors committed in my name,
Although that was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.
All the good I tried to do was corrupted when all the religion got into full swing,
What I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.
My teachings taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,
Interpretations taken to many different ways and hidden meanings discovered

Religion became a tool, for the weak to control the strong
With all these new morals and ethics, survival of the fittest was gone
No longer could the biggest man simply take whatever he needed
‘cause damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded

Some of the deeds committed in my name just made me wonder were I went wrong.
Back at the start when I created this, the foundation seemed so strong.
See all the elements were already here, long before I began, I just kind of put it all together
I didn’t really think out a long-term plan.

I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky
So you could navigate the globe or simply watch the sun rise
I covered the earth with plants and fruits,
Some for sustenance and some for beauty
I made the sun shine and the clouds rain so their maintenance wasn’t your duty
I tried to give each creature its own attributes without making them enveloped
I gave you all you all your own space to grow and in your own way space to develop

I didn’t know such development would cause rifts and jealousy
Cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly
You see, I wasn’t really the creater, I was just the curator of nature
I want to get something straight with homosexuals right now: I don’t hate ya
I was a simple being that happened to be the first to wield such powers
I just laid the ground, it was You that built the towers

It was You that invented bombs, and the fear that comes with them
And it was You that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems
You invented terms like just-war and terms like friendly fire
And it was You that didn’t know when to stop digging deeper, when to stop building higher
It was You that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
And it was You that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth
It was You that used my teachings for your own personal gain
And it was You that committed such tragedies, even though they were in my name

So I apologize for any mistakes I made, and when my words misconstrued
But this apology’s to mother nature, cause I created you

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:24 pm UTC

the rape wrote:I've been sentenced to all the things I had to do
And a naked image grew out of my hands
A craftsman without tools, I fashioned these for you
Voiceless words and sketches of imaginary lands
Always just we two
The hunter and pursued
With every step I had you
And with every step you flew
I can see the glow begin to fade
I can feel there's trouble to be made

My left leg is numb, my left leg is numb, my left leg is numb
I can't feel my tongue, I can't feel my tongue
She cheats me, she cheats me, I know it, she cheats me

(Sing for us you little shit,
Show us all your dirty tricks
For the fever we do long
Sing that filthy little song)

This is the rape, the rape, this is the....

I realize, now that all my tears have dried
All this pain and heartache was just my foolish pride
What difference could there be, what significance to me
If the moon should fall, or if the sun should rise?
Always just we two
Bloody red and thoughtful blue
The naked image grew, and stood before my eyes
I'm afraid there's nothing left to say
I can see you turn and walk away

My right side is dead, my right side is dead, my right side is dead
I can't feel my head, I can't feel my head
She cheats me, she cheats me, I know it, she cheats me

(Now we have you, this is fun
From yourself you cannot run
Sing for us the serenade
What it's like to be afraid)

This is the rape, the rape, this is the....

I walk around like a zombie or a clown
My feet are yellow clay
My head is talking all the time
Every minute, every second of the day

My knees are weak
My breath, it reeks
My face is lined
I have no time
My lips are dry
Blood red, my eyes
My palms are wet
I can't forget

She cheats me, she cheats me, I know it, she cheats me

This is the rape, the rape, this is the....


Sisters of Mercy - Torch wrote:And now the torch
And shadows lead
Were it not so black and not so hard to see
How can it help you if you don't know what you need?
How can anybody set you free?

And what if I gave you the key
To the doors of your design
Lit the corridors of desire?
And were it not so black,
And not so hard to see
What use to you, then, any fire?

Would he walk upon the water
If he couldn't walk away?
And would you
Would you carry the torch
For me?
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby JayDee » Thu Jun 12, 2008 3:03 pm UTC

Mikelangelo and the Black Sea Gentlemen wrote:Sodomy is not just for animals,
Human flesh is not just for cannibals.
I'll feast on your body if you'll feast on mine;
Blood is thicker and redder than wine.
Lay ourselves out upon the table,
Ravish each other 'til we're no longer able.
When juices mix in the heat of the fray
It will make a Formidable Marinade!
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby ShaKri » Thu Jun 12, 2008 7:20 pm UTC

This song is made sooo much better with the way its sung ... its Metal .. so not everyones cup of tea...
the lyrics are about the new gulf war (war in iraq etc.) (its also over 10 mins long.. ... epic song... epic song :P :) )

Spoiler:
Machine Head - Clenching the Fist of Dissent wrote:War!

Do you hear revolution’s call?
It’s time to fight our own denial
Warmongers keep us locked in fear
Invoke the past, a moment of tears

An ugly truth
Put forth by our youth
Under the threat of patriotic brute, so

Use your rage
It is a weapon
We now must engage

Let trumpets sound our call
Or by their lies we will fall

Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing

Sing revolution’s song
When they say die
Die for America

{solos}

War!

They say that freedom isn’t free
It’s paid with the lives
Of sons and families
Cause blood is their new currency
And oil pumps the heart of money

So fight as one
Without a fucking gun
Words are the bullets to this revolution

Use your pain
The battlegrounds, the streets are ablaze

Excess will pave their path
The winds of change, our bloodbath

Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing

Sing revolution’s song
When they say die
Die for America

Power and prejudice
Actions they use to pit against
Terror, insurgency
Words uses to scare conformity
It’s propaganda, it’s their hypocrisy
Free to choose our own slavery

All suffer humanity

{another solo}

Fight

Fight – for all that you love
Scream – choking with foot upon throat
Blind – star spangled eyes
Death – no more the truth you will hide
No, more

So how do they sleep?
When our mothers weep
They’re selling our souls
And our blood for oil

Our generation
Can be the fucking one
That overcomes the greed
Of corrupt nations

Have no shame
You’re not alone in thinking
This is fucking insane

Rise up and take your stand
And curl the fingers of your hand

And I don’t know what to do
Cause I don’t have the answers
But with ever ounce of strength
I’ll vow to fight this cancer

Didn’t say I want to lead
I just might let you down
Didn’t say believe in me
Just hold this common ground

I’m just as lost as you
And probably more confused
So fucking far from perfect
My mind wrecked from abuse

There’s something fucking wrong
When war takes sons and daughters
Our lambs misled to slaughter

War!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Lies!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Fear!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Change!
Clenching to hope


and this one has many meanings... but the main one is unrequited (sp?) love

Spoiler:
["quote=Slipknot - Vermilion Pt.2"]She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame,
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me.
I'd do anything to have her to myself,
Just to have her for myself.
Now I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad.

She is everything to me,
The unrequited dream,
The song that no one sings,
The unattainable.
She's a myth that I have to believe in,
All I need to make it real is one more reason.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
when she makes me sad.

But I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.

A catch in my throat
choke
Torn into pieces
I won't.
No.
I don't want to be this but

I won't let this build up inside of me (won't let this build up inside of me) x4

She isn't real.
I can't make her real.
She isn't real.
I can't make her real.[/quote]
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby sophyturtle » Thu Jun 12, 2008 7:25 pm UTC

She's got a way, Billy Joel

She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her
She's got a way of pleasin'
I don't know why it is
But there doesn't have to be a reason anywhere

She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know what it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She's got a way of talkin'
I don't know why it is
But it lifts me up when we are walkin' anywhere

She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She's got a way of showin'
How I make her feel
And I find the strength to keep on goin'
She's got a light around her
And ev'rywhere she goes a million
Dreams of love surround her ev'rewhere

She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me, I get turned around oh oh oh

She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know why it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her any way
I want to get to a place where I am neither conforming nor rebelling but simply being.

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby SmokyMcpothead » Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:54 am UTC

I totally don't know this guys name but he has a track which includes the line
"My shark like gills and fins are quite drastic
Waterproof skin, and hair just like plastic"

I think his name is john Tsunami from hawaai(sp) but google is not very forthcoming with the info
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby wst » Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:17 pm UTC

Jamiroquai is always good imho for some interesting lyrics. Some of them are a leetle bit anti-science (Virtual Insanity springs to mind), but some are pretty good for other reasons.
Spoiler:
Why can't we be (together)?
Could you love me, don't hate me
I don't see (why can't we live together)
Maybe we could get it on (maybe we could get it on)
Should be our destiny
There's a cold streak living (inside us)
There's no rainbows... just bullets and bombs
If you want to rise up
We can make this hate stop
Now don't you want to rise up

[Chorus:]
We've been giving hate a chance
(We've got all this love to give, you know)
And the love will be running out for us
Can you feel the dreams of life
We're hoping we can still survive
As the wind carries every dove away

So why do we see (these coulours)
It's only skin deep, don't mean a thing
(So clear underneath this we're all brothers)
Can't you see it's killing us
(Can't you see it's killing us)
Can't you see it's killing me
Trigger happy fantasy
So stand up and be (so strong now)
Freedom is not so far away
If you know you want to rise up
We can make this hate stop
Don't you want to rise up

[Chorus]

The wind carries every dove away
The wind carries every dove away (every dove away)
Dove, dove, dove, dove, dove, dove, dove

Now you've been taking our dignity for too long
I want to save this sanctity that we hold
And who's right and who's wrong
We're not so different anyway
Words are in this song
Can't we stop the fighting?

[Chorus]

Don't give this hate a chance
We've got all this love to give, you know
That this dream's alive, will still survive
Until no more people have to cry
Don't give this hate a chance
We've got all this love to give, you know
That this dream's alive, will still survive
Until no more people have to cry
Don't give this hate a chance
We've got all this love to give, you know
That this dream's alive, will still survive
Until no more people have to cry

Yes, an anti-racism/war song. A bit late for Woodstock though :P
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Mon Jun 16, 2008 2:57 pm UTC

Gogol Bordello - Illumination wrote:Don't believe them for a moment
For a second, do not believe, my friend
When you are down, they are not coming with a helping hand
Of course, there is no "us and them"
But them, they do not think the same
It's them who do not think the same

They never step on spiritual path
They paint their faces so differently from ours
And if you listen closely
That war it never stops

Be them new romans?
Don't envy them my friend
Be their lives longer?
Their longer lives are spent
Without the love or faithful friend
All those things they have to rent

But we who see our destiny
In sound of this same old punk song
Let rest originality for sake of passing it around
Illuminating realization number one:
You are the only light there is for yourself, my friend
You are the only light there is for yourself, my friend

There'll be no saviours, any soon coming down
And anyway, illuminations
Never come from the crowned
Illuminating realization number one:
You are the only light there is for yourself, my friend
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Various Varieties » Wed Jun 18, 2008 6:27 pm UTC

The Jam - 'Down in the Tube Station at Midnight' wrote:The distant echo
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
the ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps
repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I fumble for change
and pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows
gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout "have you got any money?"
And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelled of pubs
and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings

My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Away day a cheap holiday -
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
'Cause they took the keys and she'll think it's me
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight



This one looks simple enough, but it's the unpredictable rhythm and rhyme scheme that make it one of my favourite Pink Floyd songs:
Pink Floyd -"Bike" wrote:I've got a bike
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I've got a cloak
It's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the front
It's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I know a mouse
And he hasn't got a house
I don't know why
I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old
But he's a good mouse

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man
There a man
Lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish
They're on the dish

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I know a room full of musical tunes
Some rhyme
Some ching
Most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work



I was easily amused by this one in my teens.
Space - "Neigbourhood" wrote:Who lives in a house like this?
Who lives in a house like this?

In number 69 there lives a transvestite
He's a man by day
But he's a woman at night
There's a man in number 4 who swears
He's Saddam Hussein
Says he's on a chore to start the
Third world war

Oh if you find the time
Please come and stay a while
In my beautiful neighbourhood

In 110 they haven't paid the rent
So there goes the tv with the repo men
In 999 they make a living from crime
The house is always empty 'cos they're all doin' time

Oh if you find the time
Please come and stay a while
In my beautiful neighbourhood
My neighbourhood
My my my beautiful neighbourhood
My neighbourhood
My my my beautiful neighbourhood
Who lives in a house like this
Who lives in a house like this

In number 18 there lives a big butch queen
He's bigger than Tyson and he's twice as mean
In 666 there lives a Mr. Miller
He's our local vicar and a serial killer

Who lives in a house like this (who lives here, man?)
Who lives in a house like this

Oh they want to knock us down
'cos they think we're scum
But we will all be waiting when the bulldozers come
In a neighbourhood like this you know it's hard to survive
So you'd better come prepared
'Cos they won't take us alive



No, I haven't memorised all of this one. 8) I'm close though!
REM - "It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) wrote:That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed
it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, the Ladder
start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing seven games, and a government
for hire at a combat site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furys breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing. Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population, common food, but it'll do to Save
yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
churn. Lock it in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam bug net, right?
Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.


There are lots of Beatles lyrics I could pick, but in the end the choice is easy:
The Beatles - "I Am the Walrus" wrote:I am he as you are he as you are me
and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
see how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
you let your face grow long

I am the eggman
they are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Mr. city policeman sitting
pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
you let your knickers down

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Sitting in an English garden
waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
from standing in the English rain

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Expert, textpert choking smokers
don't you think the joker laughs at you
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina pilchard
climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allan Poe

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Tue Jun 24, 2008 2:40 pm UTC

VNV Nation - Chrome wrote:A million faces, each a million lies
For each and all a chrome disguise
Prompts for action
False reaction
Embody promise in a sheen so pure
Hurt, the measure of blind ambition
The testament to your singular disease
Against all wisdom, you heed no warning
Your desires giving you away

If I could change your mind
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander
In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free
And I still hear you scream
In every breath, in every single motion
Burning innocence in fire to set you free

Your actions turn conquest to dust
In portents of fate, you foolishly place trust
Sense fear in your broken breathing
Resort to shadows til your body expires
All creation has the promise of heaven
And still you travel the road to hell
I'm saying nothing for the good of myself
But I'm still talking and you're not listening

If I could change your mind
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander
In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free
And I still hear you scream
In every breath, in every single motion
Burning innocence in fire to set you free

As night descends upon the city
The streets are cold, the lights go by
And in the stories of the people
A million faces, a million lies

They'll never say they feel what you feel
That they can see the world you see
And in their faces, their expressions
A million faces, a million lies


VNV Nation - Solitary wrote:Set me aflame and cast me free
Away, you wretched world of tethers
Through the endless night and day
I have never wanted more
Always thought that I would stand
Before the faceless name of justice
Like some law unto myself
Like a child of God again

And if rain brings winds of change
Let it rain on us forever
I have no doubt from what I've seen
That I have never wanted more
With this line I'll mark the past
As a symbol of beginning
I have no doubt from what I've seen
That I have never wanted more

In this picture stands a man
Far away, alone, and distant
Like a solitary field
In some nameless foreign land
All around, the points of light
Start to dim and cease transmitting
Shadows fell on futile games
And then there was nothing more

Through the screams of falling steel
By the light of flares and wisdom
All the doubts I could not face
All this time I wanted more
With a line, I'll mark the past
As a symbol of beginning
To the gods whose names we've lost
And the names who gave in vain

Set me aflame and cast me free
Away, you wretched world of tethers
Through the endless night and day
I have never wanted more
Always thought that I would stand
Before the faceless name of justice
Like some law unto myself
Like a child of God again

And if rain brings winds of change
Let it rain on us forever
I have no doubt from what I've seen
That I have never wanted more
With this line, I'll mark the past
As a symbol of beginning
I have no doubt from what I've seen
That I have never wanted more

Sever the line to the guilty past
To the ones who brought us nothing
Spoke of futures brave and proud
And brought only hate and war
Lined the roads with hollow praise
Marked the land with paper statues
Shadows fell on their futile ways
And then there was nothing more
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby somebody (hopefully) » Sat Jul 05, 2008 3:07 pm UTC

The Smiths - Cemetry Gates wrote:A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry


You say: "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
And you claim these words as your own
But I've read well, and I've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose/poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
'Cause there's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall


You say: "'Ere long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text
From whence was ripped
(Some dizzy whore, 1804)


A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
But you lose
'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine


The Smiths - What Difference Does It Make? wrote:All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you...
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you

So, what difference does it make?
So, what difference does it make?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight

The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why?
Because you asked me to!
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Because I've only got two hands
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

So, what difference does it make?
Oh, what difference does it make?
Oh, it makes none
But now you have gone
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight

Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

But no more apologies
No more, no more apologies
Oh, I'm too tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

Oh, my sacred one...

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Postby Belial » Mon Jul 07, 2008 1:47 pm UTC

Gogol Bordello - When the Trickster Starts A-Poking wrote:As I walked into the bar
A man came up to me and said
"You know the older you will get
The more perverted you will get?"

Hey, I'd like to see you try it
Oh what you gonna do about it?
Optzay, be a bad priest?
Ili primernij ononist?!
Be bad transvestattn? (Da yuta nigh!)
Or be a good zoldatten?! (Ozay Optzay!)
Yeah, give it a try, (By by by by)
For me, I'm just a Bordello kind of guy!..

Mama, of course the hopes are so fragile
Papa, I can't believe what it costs....
Sily, Sily oni menja pokidajut
So I did what I did
And it's worth what it's worth what it's worth

When the trickster starts a walkin'
He sends the whole world askew
Just when you think that it's all through
It's just the birth of something new
When the trickster starts a talkin' (Da yuta nigh!)
Who does he need to ask permission? (Ozay Optzay!)
Before he goes to third position (By by by by)
I guess he's just a bordello kindof guy...

So I walked out of the bar
And drove like crazy for half mile
I was thirteen beers drunk
On houston I jumped in some trunk
We ventured on new york freeway
Where myself, I heard I say
"Shall I be classic shelf crasher?
Or be a good flasher?"

Hey, I'd like to see you try it
Oh what you gonna do about it?
Heeey, be a bad priest?
Ili primernij ononist?!
Da yuta nigh!
Ozay Optzay!
By by by by!
I guess i'm just a Bordello kind of guy!


VNV Nation - Joy wrote:Have I no control?
Is my soul not mine?
Am I not just man,
Destiny defined?
Never to be ruled
Nor held to heel
Not heaven nor hell
Just the land between?

Am I not man, does my heart not bleed?
No thought, no God, no hate, no pity, no pain
Just me

Comprehend, or countermand
Synchronous guidance, I choose my way
Never to be ruled or held to heel
No heaven or hell, just the land between
And am I not man?

So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why am I lone, and why do I feel
That I carry a sword through a battlefield?

Like the path to heaven
Or the road to hell
Our choices our own, consequences bind
We are the kings of wisdom
The fools as well
We are gods to many
We are humble men
We who build great works just to break them down
We who make our rules so we never fail

So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I fight, and why do I feel
That I carry a sword?
That I carry a sword?
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Sandry » Wed Jul 09, 2008 2:17 am UTC

Surprised I haven't posted this yet... one of my favourite songs to sing from one of my favourite musicians.

Thea Gilmore - Land of the Free wrote:They’re piling bodies up on the plains
All of the strangers with so many claims and
All that hope served as a warning
Now they’re falling like dominoes on a late December morning

Stack up the dead and just leave them
It proves we’ve got the last word in patriotism
And send the live ones to some western reservation
They’ve got the wrong colour skin and ideas above their station

I'm singing holy homeland
While a nation is choking
You smile and say, you know, we said land of the free?
Yeah, well, we were just joking

And this land is your land
With one roll of the dice and one guiltless command
Now you’re sitting watching TV
Accepting moral direction from a crank shrink with an impressive CV

Your new god is your video screen
Washed up and spun out by an American dream,
Only memories of ghosts patrol this place
This land, your land, is a terminal case

And you’re singing holy homeland
While a nation is choking
You smile and say, you know, we said land of the free?
Yeah, well, we were just joking

Who am I to criticise
From the country with no problems about selling one another?
I guess we all have our dirty ink stains on the history books
In the pages, on the cover

And at dawn storm clouds disappear
The future brings all hope and glory
Ghost dancers rise 500 years
Like there will never be another end to this story

I'm singing holy homeland
While a nation is choking
You smile and say, you know, we said land of the free?
Yeah, well, we were just joking
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Wed Jul 09, 2008 6:52 pm UTC

Nomeansno - I got a Gun wrote:All that you've fucking got, why don't you give it to me
That Raiders baseball cap would sure look good on me
I walk the streets at night, and in my fantasy
All of the girls that pass have got the hots for me
I want a million bucks, I want a limousine
I want a jet to fly me to the Caribbean
You're gonna see my face in all the magazines
You're gonna hear me scream:

I've got a gun
I'm gonna finally be someone
I've got a gun
I'm gonna cut somebody down
I've got a gun
I'm gonna finally be someone
I've got a gun
I'm gonna shoot somebody

My pop is dead, my mom is shooting methedrine
All that I know, I saw it on the TV screen
I kill the fucking stars, that is my fantasy
Those fucking phony geeks don't mean a lot to me
I got no special love for reality
I got no fucking views on foreign policy
I'm gonna go downtown, I'm gonna have some fun
I'm gonna shoot someone

The AM-PM guy is bleeding on the floor
The city cops are kicking in the swinging door
I look around, I know my fucking life is done
It's time to have some fun
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Postby Quixotess » Wed Jul 09, 2008 7:14 pm UTC

Wow, scary.
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Postby Belial » Wed Jul 09, 2008 7:28 pm UTC

Nomeansno is good at doing pitiably-crazy in first person song form. And it's usually catchy, oddly.
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Izawwlgood » Wed Jul 09, 2008 7:34 pm UTC

I apologize if it's already been posted, but I love these two songs with a burning passion that leaves my voice hoarse and my eyes wild:

Tom Waits-
Well they call me William The Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be dead

Now her hair was as black as a bucket of tar
Skin was as white as a cuttlefish bone
I left Texas to follow Lucinda
Now I'll never see heaven or home

I made a wish on silver of moonlight
A sly grin and a bowl full of stars
Like a kid who captures a firefly
And leaves it only to die in the jar

As I kick at the clounds at my hanging
As I swing out over the crowd
I will search every face for Lucinda's
And she will off with me down to hell

I thought I'd broke loose of Lucinda
The rain returned and so did the wind
I cast this burden on the god that's within me
I leave this old world and go free

The devil dances inside empty pockets
But she never wanted money or pearls
No, that wasn't enough for Lucinda
She wasn't that kind of girl

Now I've fallen from grace for Lucinda
Whoever thought that hell would be so cold
I did well for an old tin can sailor
But she wanted the bell in my soul

I've spoken to God on the mountain
And I've swam in the Irish sea
I ate fire and drank from the Ganges
And I'll beg there for mercy for me

I thought I'd broke loose of Lucinda
The rain returned and so did the wind
I was standing outside the Whitehorse
Oh but I was afraid to go in

I heard someone pull the trigger
Her breasts heaved in the moonlight again
There was a smear of gold in the window
And then I was the jewel of her sin

They call me William The Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be dead

Now her hair was as black as a bucket of tar
Skin was as white as a cuttlefish bone
I left Texas to follow Lucinda
Now I'll never see heaven or home
No I'll never see heaven or home
No I'll never see heaven or home


And,

She drove a big ol' Lincoln with suicide doors
And a sewing machine in the back
And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg
Was mounted up front on the hood

And she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed by Tennessee Ernie Ford
And she always had saw dust in her hair
And she cut two holes in the back of her dress
and she had these scapular wings
That were covered with feathers and electrical tape
And when she got good and drunk
She would sing about Elkheart, Indiana
Where the wind is strong and folks mind their own business

And she had at least a hundred old baseballs that she'd taken from kids
And she collected bones of all kinds
And she lived in a trailer under a bridge
And she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids
And she'd been struck by lightning seven or eight times
And she hated the mention of rain

And she made up her own language
And she wore rubber boots
And she could fix anything with string
And her lips were like cherries
And she was stronger than any man
And she smelled like gasoline and Rootbeer Fizz
And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the creek
And she gave me my very first kiss
And she gave me my very first kiss

Talking 'bout my little Kathleen
She's just a fine young thing
Someday she'll wear my ring
My little Kathleen
... with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Quixotess » Wed Jul 09, 2008 7:40 pm UTC

Belial wrote:Nomeansno is good at doing pitiably-crazy in first person song form. And it's usually catchy, oddly.

Indeed. I've never heard the song, but I can hear the rhythm of the lyrics.

Epic music alert:
The Foreigner wrote:Standing in the rain, with his head hung low
Couldn't get a ticket, it was a sold out show
Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene
Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream

He heard one guitar, just blew him away
He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day
Bought a beat up six string in a secondhand store
Didnt know how to play it, but he knew for sure

That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didnt take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was one way ticket, only one way to go

So he started rockin
Ain't never gonna stop
Gotta keep on rockin
Someday he's gonna make it to the top

And be a juke box hero, with stars in his eyes
Hes a juke box hero
He took one guitar, juke box hero, stars in his eyes
Juke box hero, he'll come alive tonight

In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour
Thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door
Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain
And that one guitar made his whole life change

Now he needs to keep rockin
He just can't stop
Gotta keep on rockin
That boy has got to stay on top

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Hes a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Yeah, juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
With that one guitar hell come alive
Come alive tonight

Yeah, hes gotta keep rockin
He just can't stop
Gotta keep on rockin
That boy has got to stay on top

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Hes a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes
Just one guitar, put stars in his eyes
Hes just a juke box hero, aah aah aah
Juke box hero, juke box hero, hes got stars in his eyes
Stars in his eyes
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby mrguy753 » Thu Jul 10, 2008 7:44 am UTC

I made this thread over a year ago, and it still exists... glad I came back to these forums.
Anywho, some pretty fucking great lyrics:

"Nineteen", by Tegan and Sara
Spoiler:
I felt you in my legs before I ever met you
And when I laid beside you for the first time I told you
"I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you"
And now we're saying bye

I was nineteen, calling
I felt you in my life before I ever thought to
Feel the need to lay down beside you and tell you
"I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you"
And now we're saying bye

I was nineteen, call me
Flew home, back to where we met
Stayed inside I was so upset
Cooked up a plan so good except I was all alone, you were all I had
Love you, you were all I had
Love me, I was yours right?

Mainly the first verse. Captures a whole one night stand deal real well.


"Cowboy Take Me Away", by The Dixie Chicks
Spoiler:
I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly

I wanna sleep on the hard ground
In the comfort of your arms
On a pillow of bluebonnets
In a blanket made of stars

Oh it sounds so good to me

Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you

I wanna walk and not run
I wanna skip and not fall
I wanna look at the horizon
And not see a building standing tall

I wanna be the only one
For miles and miles
Except for maybe you
And your simple smile

Oh it sounds good to me
Yeah it sounds so good to me

Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you

I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly
Oh it sounds so good to me

Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you

Closer to you
Cowboy take me away
Closer to you


Okay, so it's totally cheesy and whatever, but I still think it is beautifully written. Replace "girl" with "boy", and you have like my perfect romantic dream. Also, the opening verse is just, like, perfect.
I sing anyway.

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Postby Belial » Thu Jul 10, 2008 5:56 pm UTC

An incredibly self aware song that pretty much sums up MSI lately....

Mindless Self Indulgence - Money wrote:I'm so money, so money
Oh baby
I'm so money, so money
Money

I will conform
I will play ball
I won't say "fuck"
I'll make the sacrifice
Because I want it all

Daddy wants all the money....
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Postby Mercurius » Thu Jul 10, 2008 6:12 pm UTC

Jedi Mind Tricks - Uncommon Valor wrote:[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]

Yeah..

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil
They send me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care
We trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win
Against the Viet-Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and that ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me
It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'
In a fox hole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here



[Interlude]

(soldier speaking)
I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home.
(officer speaking)
You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country?
(soldier speaking)
I like being here. I'm ready.



[Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man]

True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give
You know, I'm not really sure what "socioeconomic class" I am. I'm richer than my parents, I don't have a real job, and my mannerisms tend to match up with whomever I'm talking to.

...is "con man" a social class?

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Postby Sandry » Sat Jul 12, 2008 3:46 am UTC

A friend of a friend, who happens to also be good. My housemate was playing a bunch of stuff on random, and this was the one thing I just had to know about.

Seanan McGuire - Follow Me Down wrote:Come to me softly, oh come to me sweetly,
Oh come to me now as the year turns around.
I’ll give in to you as I once did, completely,
If you’ll follow me, follow me, follow me down,
Come and follow me, follow me down.

When we were children we swore we’d be married,
We ran and we played at the dawn of the year,
But autumn came quickly - the spring never tarried -
The winter arrived and you buried me here,
Do you know me now, know me oh, know me my dear?
Come and follow me follow me down.

Ours is the union of cycles and seasons,
From planting to harvest, from flower to frost;
We made all our choices, we knew all our reasons,
Each time that you kissed me, I knew I was lost,
All our debts have been paid, and we’ve counted the cost,
Do you know me now, know me oh, know me my dear?
Come and follow me follow me down...

Come to me softly, oh come to me sweetly,
Oh come to me now as the year turns around.
I’ll give in to you as I once did, completely,
If you’ll follow me, follow me, follow me down,
Come and follow me, follow me down.

Call me Persephone, lady of springtime,
Call me Snow White, who was fairest of all,
I’ll call you the king who is buried in winter,
And we’ll burn like stars in the fires of the fall
As the stories, our stories, these stories recall,
Come and follow me follow me down.

There’s blood on the snow and there’s fire in the cornfields;
And we know the patterns, we’ll follow the rules,
We’ve been burned and been frozen, and always, the wound’s healed,
To bring us back here as fate plays us for fools,
All the monarchs of seasons are nothing but tools,
As the stories, our stories, these stories recall,
Come and follow me follow me down.

Come to me softly, oh come to me sweetly,
Oh come to me now as the year turns around.
I’ll give in to you as I once did completely,
If you’ll follow me, follow me, down to the ground,
Come and follow me, follow me,

Come to me swiftly oh come to me burning,
And I’ll be the May Queen, you’ll bring on the frost.
Come to me weeping and come to me yearning,
We’ve paid for these hours, and we’ve always been lost,
Come and follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me down...

Come and follow me, follow me down.
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby tylerwylie » Sat Jul 12, 2008 5:03 am UTC

Would this do to make it all right
While sleep has taken you where I'm out of sight

I'll make my getaway
Time on my own
Search for a better way
To find my way home to your smile

Wasting days and days on this fight
Always down, and up half the night
Hopeless to reminisce through the dark hours
We'll only sacrifice what time will allow us
You're sighing...

All alone though you're right here
Now it's time to go from your sad stare

I'll make my getaway
Time on my own
Leaving's a better way
To find my way home to your smile


David Gilmour
Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born; some men die
Beneath one infinite sky.
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Wed Jul 16, 2008 7:49 pm UTC

Hello, the eighties. What are you doing in my playlist?

Depeche Mode - Damaged People wrote:We're damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of

When you're in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretense
And you're crying

When you're by my side
There is no defense
I forget to sense
I'm dying

We're damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us

When I feel the warmth
Of your very soul
I forget I'm cold
And crying

When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget I'm old
And dying


Depeche Mode - Nothing's Impossible wrote:Just give me a reason, some kind of sign
I'll need a miracle to help me this time
I heard what you said, and I feel the same
I know in my heart that I'll have to change.....

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing's impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothing's impossible

How did we get to be this far apart?
How did we get to be this far apart?
I want to be with you, with something to share
I want to be here.....I'm not there....

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing's impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothing's impossible

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing's impossible
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby hideki101 » Tue Jul 22, 2008 8:40 pm UTC

I dunno if this has been posted before but:
Pink Floyd--The Trial
Spoiler:
Good morning, Worm your honor.
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature;
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!

I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honor.
If they'd let me have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied,
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today?

Crazy,

Toys in the attic I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy.

You little shit you're in it now,
I hope they throw away the key.
You should have talked to me more often
Than you did, but no! You had to go
Your own way, have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm your honor,
Him and Me, alone.

Baaaaaaaaaabe!
Come to mother baby, let me hold you
In my arms.
M'lud I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honor, let me take him home.

Crazy,
Over the rainbow, I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.

The evidence before the court is
Incontrivertable, there's no need for
The jury to retire.
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
Of the full penaltie of law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate!

"Hey Judge! Shit on him!"

But, my friend, you have revealed your
Deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before
Your peers.
Tear down the wall!
insane stuff here. very surreal?

The Beatles--Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Spoiler:
Joan was quizzical, studied metaphysical science in the home
Late nights all alone with a test-tube ohh-oh-oh-oh...
Maxwell Edison majoring in medicine calls her on the phone
'Can I take you out to the pictures Joa-oa-oa-oan?'
But as she's getting ready to go a knock comes on the door...

Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead

Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again, teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant sce-e-e-ene
She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away, so he waits behind
Writing 50 times 'I must not be so-o-o-oo...'
But when she turns her back on the boy he creeps up from behind

Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead

P.C. Thirty-One said 'we caught a dirty one', Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures ohh-oh-oh-oh
Rose and Valerie screaming from the gallery say he must go free
(Maxwell must go free)
The judge does not agree and he tells them so-o-o-oo
But as the words are leaving his lips a noise comes from behind

Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon his head
Bang, Bang, Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that he was dead

Silver hammer
had this one stuck in my head for a few months a year ago. A happy, upbeat song about a psycho killer

and for pure weirdness:
Bob Rivers (performed by the Coats)--Pokemon
Spoiler:
Pokemon mon mon mon
Lots of money mon mon mon
Pokemon mon mon mon
Lots of Money mon mon mon mon

We got to find a pokemon
Before it's Christmas Eve
The kids must have a Pikachu
It's called I do believe

They think that you can magically pull one out of your sleve
ooohh
We just have to find a Pokemon
Please just one
ooohh
We just got to find a Pokemon mon mon mon

We have to look in Toys-R-Us
The crowds will push and fight
They'll kill you for a Pokemon
It's such a deadly sight
We hope they get a shipment in the middle of the night

Oooohhh
We just got to find a Pokemon
Wont be fun
Oooohhh
We just got to find a
Pokemon mon mon mon
Money mon mon
Pokemon mon mon mon
Money mon mon
Pokemon mon mon mon
Money mon mon

Pika Pika BulbaSuar
The kids all want a Charmander
They want a Squirtle too
We got to find a Pokemon
What are we going to do
The Toys shelves are empty
But we know that's nothin new

Ooohhh
We just got to find a Pokemon
Ooohh
We're done

Ooohh
We just got to find one
Oooohhh
We just got to find one

Oooohh
We just got to find a Pokemon
Please God
Please God
Got to find a Pokemon
Got to find a Pokemon
Got to find a Pokemon

Poke Poke Mon
just because
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Dark Ragnarok » Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:17 pm UTC

John O' Callaghan Feat. Audrey - Big Sky wrote:I know this silence - been here before.
I'm walking blinded through your door.
This is a sense of things to come,
This innocence... oh, oh.

Breathe in this moment - it's come and gone
Further and faster through your soul.
Open your eyes and breathe some more,
Open your mind... oh, oh.

Release yourself - it's a big sky.
Reveal yourself, it's a big sky.
We love, we leave. We take, we give.
Release yourself - it's a big sky.

It's a big sky...
It's a big sky...

I know this silence - been here before.
I'm walking blinded through your door.
This is a sense of things to come,
This innocence... oh, oh.

Breathe in this moment - it's come and gone
Further and faster through your soul.
Open your eyes and breathe some more,
Open your mind... oh, oh.

Release yourself - it's a big sky.
Reveal yourself, it's a big sky.
We love, we leave. We take, we give.
Release yourself - it's a big sky.

It's a big sky...
It's a big sky...

Breathe in this moment.
Breathe in this moment.
Breathe in this moment.
It's a big sky!

Release yourself - it's a big sky.
Reveal yourself, it's a big sky.
We love, we leave. We take, we give.
Release yourself - it's a big sky.

It's a big sky.
We love, we leave. We take, we give.
Release yourself - it's a big sky.
It's a big sky.

It's a big sky...

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Fri Jul 25, 2008 2:59 pm UTC

Sisters of Mercy - Rock and a Hard Place wrote:And she came to look for me
So humane and innocent
Took my key
And told me to follow her
Down from igor with her bangles and her reference
Swung from the church in the valley of the...
Well she wanted a haven, and a place to hide
So I gave her an alibi, took her inside, but

A rock and a hard place wait for me
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Everything I ever did right or wrong
Hid out of sight where I belong

And I didn't have the heart to tell her why
And there wasn't a part of me that didn't want to say goodbye

But cause and effect go hand-in-hand
With 'the devil may care but I don't mind', and I
Thought she'd never quite understand
So I left her there that night, but will she
Find me? I don't think so, no.
When you go, you go alone
And I'm gone
Far away

And I didn't have the heart to tell her why
And there wasn't a part of me that didn't want to say goodbye, but

Rock and a hard place wait for me
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Everything I ever did right or wrong
Hid out of sight, where I belong...


Nomeansno- Predators wrote:When we were young we played among the flowers
And sucked upon the nipples of our mothers' tits
But now before us all of nature cowers
Through fear and death we've moulded our relationships
The breeze is blowing lightly through the treetops
The sun is out, we're basking in the light of day
The birds are eating bugs out of our sore spots
The clouds are drifting as we dream the hours away

But I got restless
And a little hungry
So I jumped into my car, did not go far
Found a parking spot, and jumped out for a walk
Using my eyes, using my ears
I'm walking, I'm smelling
I'm walking, I'm smelling
Something's cooking
I smell something cooking

It's running, but I'm faster
It's jumping, that's what I'm after
There's new life for us to eat
I prey on the young and weak

What's the problem? Life's a breeze
First you run, then you eat

The pavement's bubbling tar along the runway
The purring of our engines drives the birds away
A thousand voices call from the arena
A thousand voices call with just one thing to say
When we were young the world was like a vision
The colors and the sounds that took our breath away
But now we watch it all on television
While eating processed meat out of a plastic tray

And I got restless
And I felt a little hungry
So I jumped into my car, did not go far
Found a parking spot, and jumped out for a walk
Using my eyes, using my ears
I'm walking, I'm smelling
Something's cooking
I smell something cooking

It's running, but I'm faster
It's jumping, that's what I'm after
There's new life for us to eat
I prey on the young and weak

Life is simple! Here's the key:
First you rest, and then you feed
We're predators
We're predators
We're predators
You and me

I have no blood on my hands
I have blood on my teeth
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby dubsola » Wed Jul 30, 2008 1:03 pm UTC

So, MF Doom is the best MC ever.

MF Doom (as Madvillain), in 'Figaro' wrote:The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd:
the best emcee with no chain ya ever heard.
Take it from the Tec-9 holder:
They bit and don't know their neck shine from Shinola.

Everything that glitter ain't fishscale,
lemme think, don't let her faint, get Ishmael.
A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka.
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart topper
Start shit stopper, be a smart shopper.
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go.
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em.
Let 'im spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em, let the rhythm hit 'em.
It's stronger in the other voice, we make the joints that make 'em spread 'em butter moist, man, please.
The stage is made of panties
from the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies.
Ban me, the dough rake.
Daddy, the flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake.
For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man he'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand.
On some ol' "thank ya ma'am" an' ghost her.
She can mind the toaster if she sign the poster.
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks (is it?)
Hot enuff black (for ya)
It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast show skills, close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills,
coast-to-coast Joe Shmoe's flow's ill, go chill
not supposed to overdose no Doze pills.
Off-pride tikes talk wide though scar meat off-sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet.
Told ya, on some get rich shit
As he get older he gets colder than a witch's tit.
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro

All's beats and my rhymes attack
A scary act, all black like Ms. Mary Mack
Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
DOOM sings soprano like "una Dolciano".
My momma told me
blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E.
Not to be troublesome
But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum, no stick of bubble gum
I like ice cream, we could skip the wedding.
Have a nice dream, she only let him stick the head in

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Dark Ragnarok » Wed Jul 30, 2008 2:08 pm UTC

Dj Coone - Words from the Gang (D-Block & S-Te-Fan Remix) wrote:DJing is an easy way to get laid.
And my God, they like it.
Hardstyle, hardcore, old school or jump.
DJing is an easy way to get laid.
And my God, they like it.
DJing is an easy way to get laid.

Everybody wants to be a DJ.

I remember the day I first heard electronic music.
I knew back then this illegal computer sound was gonna be my call.
My heart got hooked on four by four beats when house took this journey with Jack Chicago and acid house.
Now my heart is hooked forever.
I don't care if it's French-tech, Hardstyle, Hardcore, Old School or Jump.
I don't understand people who are satisfied with ordinary pop music;
They just listen to whatever radio stations decide they should like.
Followed by an overkill of ring-tone commercials meant for kids.
And my God, they like it! (My God)
Some people even think that house clubs are for weirdos only.
Maybe they're right, maybe we are weird.
Maybe this music is weird, and maybe the clubs are overrated.
But we're in this together. (Together)
If you're in the scene, being a DJ seems like a natural path to follow.
Ha, 'n back in the days, DJ's were weird people who liked music in a weird way.
Back then you had to be a nerd to become a DJ.
Now a days, everybody wants to be a DJ.
Now a days, EVERYBODY wants to be that nerd!
It sickens me, I hate those smart-asses who think DJ is an easy way to get laid.
Well, get a life!
If you're not in it for the love of the music... Would you please fuck off!

Ha, being a DJ is an easy way to get laid.
If you're not in it for the love of the music... Would you please fuck off!

Everybody wants to be a DJ!

DJing is an easy way to get laid.
DJing is an easy way to get laid.
Everybody wants to be a DJ!
Everybody wants to be a DJ!


Pendulum - Hold Your Colour wrote:Soaking through
Colours that have us up against the wall
Soaking through
Colours that have us up against the wall

Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall

Soaking through

Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall

Soaking through

Ahhh, she looked into your eyes,
And saw what laid beneath,
Don't try to save yourself,
The circle is complete,
We're reaching out and to tell you,
Nothing else can touch me

Soaking through

Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall

Soaking through

Ahhh, she looked into your eyes,
And saw what laid beneath,
Don't try to save yourself,
The circle is complete

Fading gently,
Soaking through,
******************
We're reaching out and to take you,
Nothing else can touch me

Soaking through

Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall

Soaking through

Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Wed Jul 30, 2008 7:26 pm UTC

The Cure - Strange Attraction wrote:It started with a dedication
"Lost in admiration
Happy Birthday! I'm forever yours
-Blossom"
Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies
I smiled, surprised at how, when flickered through
The wings flew by, spelled out my name

Six months went by, the summer lost
Obsessively, the letters dropped into my life
The same soft blood-smooth flowing hand
"Please try to understand
I have to see you, have to feel you
Tell you all the ways I need you
Yours forever in love"

Strange attraction spreads its wings
It varies but the smallest things
You never know how anything will change
Strange attraction spreads its wings
It alters but the smallest things
You never know how anything will fade

The year grew old incessantly
She wrote to me, she'd started smoking poetry
I laughed in recognition of a favorite phrase
She pulled me in, I answered her
A christmas card in sepia
Arranging when and where and how the two of us would meet

Her opening so well prepared
A nervous smile, I couldn't take my eyes from her
She whispered "can I use some of your lipstick?"
It was perfect, so believable!
I couldn't help but feel that it was real
And kissing crimson, fell into her waiting arms

Strange attraction spreads its wings
It varies but the smallest things
You never know how anything will change
Strange attraction spreads its wings
It alters but the smallest things
You never know how anything will fade

So alone into the cold new year
Without another word from her
I wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before the spring
The weeks went by with no reply
Until once more my birthday came
And with it my reply, but this time nothing was the same

"I'm sorry, blame infatuation
Blame imagination
I was sure you'd be the one
But I was wrong
It seems reality destroys our dreams
I won't forget you
-Blossom"
Faded red inside a tiny book of old goodbyes

Strange attraction spreads its wings
It varies but the smallest things
You never know how anything will change
Strange attraction spreads its wings
It alters but the smallest things
And you never know......
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Postby FrailAndBedazzled » Thu Jul 31, 2008 2:07 am UTC

The Dresden Dolls wrote:No one's asking to go dancing; it's not like that anymore
It's romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door
It's a gory sort of story that's been told a hundred times before
It gets tricky- don't be picky. If the slipper fits you, wear it, whore
How many tips can I take home tonight without them getting mad?
How many stitches do you think it takes to fix a cut that bad?
How many minutes until midnight and you get your eyesight back?
Not to knock it, I've been off it, never moving very much at once
It's been awkward, I still offer it when it's that time of-
Other girls shower but I hand out flowers
To curious strangers who throw dollars at my feet
How many crimes can I try spotting dry before it leaves a stain
How many times say that I love you till it doesn't mean a thing
How many fittings must I sit through with my big feet blistering
How many times until it strips me and my big mouth strikes again
I'm not asking to go dancing; I'm not that dumb anymore
It's exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding on the floor
It's a gory sort of story that's been told a hundred times before
Don't feel sorry; just ignore me, because honestly
I'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride
Into setting suns, aching to stand on my own two feet
How many wishes do I still have left to fix the way it ends?
How many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again?
How many instances can you point out when I was less than kind?
How many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind?
And how much time do we have left until it's midnight and you see that I was never the right size?
Make a whole new religion
A falling star that you cannot live without
And I'll feed your obsession
There is nothing but this thing that you'll never doubt

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Fri Aug 01, 2008 2:30 pm UTC

Smashing Pumpkins - The Beginning is the End is the Beginning wrote:Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate

Is it bright where you are?
And have the people changed?
Does it make you happy? (You're so strange...)
And in your darkest hour
I hold secret flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain

Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down, undone
And I am master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace

Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again

Is it bright where you are?
And have the people changed?
Does it make you happy? (You're so strange...)
And in your darkest hour
I hold secret flame
We can watch the world devoured in its hate
Strange...
Strange...
Strange...
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Felstaff » Fri Aug 01, 2008 4:10 pm UTC

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young wrote:Teach your children well; their father's hell did slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams: the one they pick's the one you'll know by.


Yakko, Wakko, & Dot wrote:Do, some cash -- a wad of cash
Ray, a guy who fixes cars.
Me, the one who takes out the trash
Fa, the distance to the stars.
So, a word that goes with "well"
LA, a city where we dwell
Ti, with honey it tastes swell
And that brings us back to Do


Stephen Stills wrote:Morning comes to sunrise
And I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty
And there's devils in my head
I ...embrace the many-coloured beast
I grow weary of the torment
Can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.
Away, you scullion! you rampallion! You fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

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Postby OmegaLord » Fri Aug 01, 2008 6:11 pm UTC

The way I see it is that there are three types of lyrics:

"Storytime", as embodied by the Decemberists
Spoiler:
I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair
Hoping for a Frigidaire
To come passing by

I am on reprieve
Lacking my joie de vivre
Missing my gay paris
In this desert dry

And I wrote my girl
Told her I would not return
I've terribly taken a turn
For the worse now I fear

It's been a year or more
Since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war
So far away from my home

If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again

Medicating in the sun
Pinched doses of laudanum
Longing for old fecundity of my homeland

Curses to this mirage!
A bottle of ancient Chiraz
A smattering of distant applause
Is ringing in my poor ears

On the old left bank
My baby in a charabanc
Riding up the width and length
Of the Champs Elysees

If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again

If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again


"Introspective" lyrics, as usually embodied by Keane
Spoiler:
Who is the man I see
Where I'm supposed to be?
I lost my heart
I buried it too deep
Under the iron sea

Oh crystal ball, crystal ball save us all
Tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall

Lines ever more unclear
Not sure I'm even here
The more I look the more I think that I'm
Starting to disappear

Oh crystal ball, crystal ball save us all
Tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh crystal ball hear my song
I'm fading out
Everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong

I don't know where I am
And I don't really care
I look myself in the eye
There's no one there
I fall upon the earth
I call upon the air
But all I get is the same old vacant stare

Oh crystal ball, crystal ball save us all
Tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh crystal ball hear my song
I'm fading out
Everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong


"Get The Message Out" lyrics, which goes from protest songs to screaming... my example is Elbow.
Spoiler:
Tied this letter to the red balloon
Flew this letter off across the ruse
Along with all the plans I made
Ooh...

Over crippled cranes and twisted steel
Deadlines overgrown and missing wheels
I told you so communicate
Ooh...
Told you so
Told you so

The biggest of mistakes can be forgiven
But a snowball of little white lies will crush your house

From the razor wire in old Iraq
Oil is what you make the nation's flag
Pray you never sleep again
Ooh...

Oh and laughable the crying shame
Oh the mark I made against your name
I hope this finds you less than sane
Ooh...
Told you so
Told you so

For you to think that history's rewritten
You'd have to think the dead will be forgotten
Your snowball of little white lies has crushed our house

When the pills you take
No longer help you
You're fading in your chair
And would've met him
We see the lightning
You hear the birdsong
You hear the voices you've been holding off for so long
Words around you
And then a hurricane
A hundred thousand souls
And everyone in pain
We'll come and visit you
We'll come and visit you

(Never sleep again)

When the pills you take
No longer help you
Fading in your garden chair
With a wooden tool
You see the lightning
You'll hear the birdsong
You hear the voices you've been holding off for so long
Words around you
And then a hurricane
A hundred thousand punctured souls
And everyone in pain
We'll come and visit you
We'll come and visit you

(Never sleep again)


Thoughts?
So what do you guys know about *glances down at sheet* the kingdoms of orgasms
but I just don't see why someone would tape themselves together.
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Mercurius » Sat Aug 02, 2008 12:10 am UTC

I've been listening to a hell of a lot of Immortal Technique lately, and these two songs in particular stand out, I think. The first tends to mirror many of my political views, while the latter reminds me of the times I saw the coca fields in central Peru.

Immortal Technique - The Poverty of Philosophy

Spoiler:
Immortal Technique wrote:Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.

Niggas talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources.

I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Colombia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.

As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.

But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.

In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.

In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land.

You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.

But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states? The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead. The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans.

So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat.

Porque sino entonces te mando por el carajo cabron gusano hijo de puta, seramos libre pronto, viva la revolucion, VIVA LA REVOLUCION!


Immortal Technique - Peruvian Cocaine

Spoiler:
Immortal Technique wrote:[Intro: from the film "Scarface"]
[Intro: from the film "Scarface"]
[Host:] I've heard whispers about the financial support
your government receives from the drug industry.

[Guest:] Well, the irony of this, of course, is that
this money, which is in the billions, is coming from
your country. You see, you are the major purchaser of
our national product, which is of course cocaine.

[Host:] On one hand, you're saying the United States
government is spending millions of dollars to
eliminate the flow of drugs onto our streets. At the
same time, we are doing business with the very same
goverment that is flooding our streets with cocaine.

[Guest:] Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other
characters that are involved in this tragic comedy.

[Beat starts]

[Two Men Speak in Spanish]

[Immortal Technique - Worker]
I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete
But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms
And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms
So I pray to Jesu' Cristo when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine, paced and play my position

[Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss]
Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product
Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct
I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged
And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad
So to feed your kids, I need these bricks
40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I [sniff]
Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue
And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials

[Diabolic - Peruvian Leader]
Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
In a third-world fashion state, lock the nation
With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see

[Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor]
Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown
It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe
Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown
To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen
C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats
The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke
I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know
But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough

[Poison Pen - Drug Dealer]
I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect)
Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood
These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior
Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down)
My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot?
Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my yayo
We won't stop for you bastards
Must choose (?), chop it and bag it

[Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer]
Taking pictures and tapping phones
Debating snitches and cracking codes
Past a couple, blast the fo',
Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow
And my overtime is where your taxes go
I gain your trust
Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front
On the low with cameras taping ya
Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to
Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room

[C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate]
Out the evidence room [Said with Loucipher]
Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you
You think you got work? They copping too
We control blocks, they lock countries
Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money
Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding
With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open
Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?)
Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons
So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread
Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez
In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke
I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke
Players do favors for governers and tax makers
Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors
The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared
Not prepared to do years like Javier

[Immortal Technique Speaking]
The story just told is an example of the path that
drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in
every state of this country. It's a lot deeper than
the niggas on your block. So when they point the
finger at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell them:

[Wesley Snipes - from "New Jack City"]
I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one that's guilty. The
lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords,
all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just
like you did with alcohol during the prohibition.
You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick
the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem.
Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing
is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big
business. This is the American way.
You know, I'm not really sure what "socioeconomic class" I am. I'm richer than my parents, I don't have a real job, and my mannerisms tend to match up with whomever I'm talking to.

...is "con man" a social class?

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Sat Aug 02, 2008 4:27 pm UTC

Immortal Technique is pretty much pure win, it's true.
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby lizzie14 » Sun Aug 03, 2008 4:47 am UTC

I personally love this one from Leonard Cohen's Chelsea Hotel #2:


I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend
you told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception

and clenching your fists for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
you fixed yourself and said
'well, never mind, we are ugly - but we have the music'


That one makes me choke up a little. Cohen is just brilliant.

I'm also a Simon & Garfunkel nerd.


what a dream I had, pressed in organdy
clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy
softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets down past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells tripping down the alleyways
as I walked on

and when you ran to me, your cheeks flushed with the night
we walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand


Gah, I could go on and on with Simon & Garfunkel lyrics.

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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Belial » Mon Aug 04, 2008 4:39 pm UTC

I think I finally found competition for "A Letter for Elise" for "depressing ass breakup songs". I knew there was a reason I didn't listen to the last quarter of "Wild Mood Swings"

The Cure - Bare wrote:If you've got something left to say
You'd better say it now
Anything but "stay"
Just say it now
We know we've reached the end
We just don't know how
"Well at least we'll still be friends"
Yeah, one last useless vow

"There are different ways to live"
Yeah, I know that stuff
"Other ways to give"
Yeah, all that stuff
But holding on to used-to-be
Is not enough
Memory's not life
And it's not love

We should let it all go
Nothing ever stays the same
So why does it hurt me like this
When you say that I've changed?
When you say that I've aged?
When you say I'm afraid...

And all the tears you cry
They're not tears for me
Regrets about your life
They're not regrets for me
It never turns out how you want
Why can't you see?
It all just slips away
It always slips away
Eventually...

So if you've nothing left to say
Just say goodbye
Turn your face away
And say goodbye
You know we've reached the end
You just don't know why
And you know we can't pretend
After all this time

So just let it all go
Nothing ever stays the same
So why does it hurt me so much
When you say that I've changed?
When you say that I've aged?
When you say I'm afraid?

But there are long, long nights when I lay awake
And think of what I've done
Of how I've thrown my sweetest dreams away
And what I've really become
And however hard I try
I will always feel regret
However hard I try
I will never forget
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Re: Song Lyrics

Postby Quixotess » Wed Aug 06, 2008 6:39 am UTC

The more I think about this song, the more I realize how shockingly bitter it is. Bitterness is compelling.

Leonard Cohen (although I prefer Lang or Wainwright) wrote:I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby, I have been here before
I've seen this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Our love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah...
Raise up the torch and light the way.


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