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PINK FLOYD ... TIME
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.0 -
Someone had to: Tool: STINKFIST
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredoms not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I wouldnt want you
Any other way.
Just, not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I dont want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know Im alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and well be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.
But, its not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I dont want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know Im alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but its something youll get used to.
Relax. slip away.
Something kinda sad about
The way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can it mean anything to me
If I really dont feel anything at all?
Ill keep digging till,
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. turn around and take my hand.0 -
Open strange doors that we'll never close again0
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Show of Hands - Roots
And the Minister says his vision of hell
Is three folk singers in a pub near Wells
Well I've got a vision of urban sprawl
Pubs where no one ever sings at all
And everyone is staring at a TV screen
Overpaid soccer stars, prancing teens
Australian soap, American rap
Estury English, Baseball cap
We learn to be ashamed before we walk
Of the way we look and the way we talk
Without our stories or our songs
How will we know where we came from?
I've lost St. George in the Union Jack
It's my flag too and I want it back0 -
Here's a slinky classic I first heard done by Mink deVille. It's "Cadillac Walk" by Moon Martin
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CADILLAC WALK
(Moon Martin)
When the moon comes up the sun goes down
Rita starts to creep around
Gets a flame in her blood fire on her breath
Fourteen names notched on her chest
She gotta rose tattooed on her thigh
Dead men raise and sigh
And it drives my young blood wild
My baby's got the Cadillac walk
When Rita turns down her bed
Grown men plead and beg
Baby honey baby you're the one
Carve your name right on my gun
Ain't she something nice
Bones rattle my dice
I slobber down my side
My baby's got the Cadillac walk
Lonely tonight honey hear my call
She said boy I won't make you crawl
Rita pound by pound
Knows how to work it down
Weep and cry to and fro
Leave your heart she'll steal your gold
No matter what the cost
Ooh...them duel exhaust
Make my motor sigh
My baby's got the Cadillac walk
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More can be found on Moon Martin.com lyrics
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Dear god, there were some utterly, utterly terrible choices in this thread. Some people need to be strapped down in a dark room and forced to listen to decent, non-**** music.
Some of my choices:
Jeff Buckley - Dream Brother
(the last lines are especially poignant given his sudden death)
There is a child sleeping near his twin
The pictures go wild in a rush of wind
That dark angel he is shuffling in
Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled
The love you lost with her skin so fair
Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
Her green eyes blew goodbyes
With her head in her hands
and your kiss on the lips of another
Dream Brother, with your tears scattered round the world.
Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't be like the one who left behind his name
'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
And nobody ever came...
I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
Your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Your eyes to the ground
and the world spinning round forever
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over...
Smashing Pumpkins - I of the Mourning
The companion song to "For Martha", in my opinion.
Radio
Play my favourite song
Radio
Radio
Radio
I'm alone
Radio
Radio
Please don't go
Radio
I peer thru curtains on empty streets
Behind a wall of caller i.d.
No one's out there
To hear if I care
About the troubles in the air
As I of the morning now come
Pick up where my thoughts left off
Cause I'm home to die on my own
As my radio
Plays my favourite song
Radio
Radio
Radio
Don't you know
Radio
Radio
That radio
I'm alone
I blow the dust off my guitars
In the attic with the stars
I read your letters
To feel better
My tears upon the fading ink
As I of the morning now gone
Pick up where my thoughts left off
Cause I'm home to die on my own
As my radio
Plays my favourite song
Radio
Radio
Radio
I'm alone
Radio
Radio
Radio
Please don't go
I sit in the dark light
To wait for ghost night
To bring the past alive
To make a toast to life
Cause i have survived
What is it you want
What is it you want to change
What is it you want
What is it you want to change
What is it you want to change
Radio
Dresden Dolls - Sex Changes
(The lyrics in this song are simply amazing - an abortion, a sex change and the loss of a girl's virginity are all mishmashed together. Almost every line has a double meaning - "you'll get your choice of an aesthetic/anaesthetic", "there is no money back once you've been ripped off", "and how you'd love to have a little thing with which to play".)
dear mr. and/or mrs. sender-
we're pleased to inform you that your applications been accepted
starting from the time you get this letter
your life will be one never-ending
“hope you're feeling better”
you get your choice of an aesthetic
we'll need to chop your clock off (tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock)
it might not be what you expected
there is no money back once you've been ripped off
today's a very special day
the boys'll murder for it but what will the neighbors say
it leaves you feeling pretty hollow
it might be nice to look at
don't forget you're stuck with it tomorrow (and tomorrow, and tomorrow....)
you're big enough to stop pretending
you'll start to really show within a week or so
so don't go saying it's just come to your attention
you'll get more than you're asking for without the right protection
today's a very special day
and how you'd love to have a little thing with which to play
but love wont get you very far
today be still your beating heart
you'll have to keep on feeding it tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will be girls with no warning
girls will be girls will be guys will be boys that don't cry over toys that they use to beat girls they despise by the morning
they always said that sex would change you...
no second thoughts the knife is nearing
you'll never hear the little pitter patter pitter patter
of this little feat of engineering
of course i love you and of course it's what's inside that matters
but i think the whole charade is ending
it seems to me to be the only way to keep from getting
caught up in a long life of regretting
the doctors said that once you get a taste for it you'll keep on cutting
but while you happen to be here
why don't you whisper all those sweet forevers in my ear
stiff upper lip for all this sorrow
hurry up and stick it in
you never when it will end
tomorrow or tomorrow or tomorrow...0 -
Manic Street Preachers - 4st. 7lbs.
I eat too much to die
And not enough to stay alive
I'm sitting in the middle waiting
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappears
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
I'm getting better
Karen says I've reached my target weight
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower
My vision's getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole Ryvita
That's the way you're built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life
I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This discipline's so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel0 -
BOB DYLAN-ITS ALL OVER NOW BABY BLUE
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.0 -
a lot of those choices are pretty bad, but to each his own I guess.
Cake - Hem of Your Garment
I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that's made of wood
I am only biding time
Only reciting memorized lines
And I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
No, no, I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment
I have no love but only goals
How very empty is my soul
It is a soul that feels no thrill
A soul that could easily kill
And I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
No, no, I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment
Dead Kennedys - Holiday in Cambodia (first few verses)
So you been to schools
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinking you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicy jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Bragging that you know
How the **** feel cold
And the slum's got so much soul
It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife
Velvet Underground - Candy Says
Candy says I've come to hate my body
and all that it requires in this world
Candy says I'd like to know completely
what others so discretely talk about
Candy says I hate the quiet places
that cause the smallest taste of what will be
Candy says I hate the big decisions
that cause endless revisions in my mind
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me
Gnarls Barkley - Charity Case (just an piece of it)
Oh can't you see?
Oh can't you see?
If I help somebody baby there's mercy for me.
charity
Don't want to bother you baby but I'm bleeding too,
Are you needing me like I'm needing you?
Even my shadow leaves me all alone at night,
'cause I need to start to take my own advice.
John Lennon - Working Class Hero
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ****ing crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ****ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Nancy Sinatra - Bang, Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) (I forget who wrote the lyrics, but they're great)
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone. I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
MGMT - Time To Pretend
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and **** with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
This is our decision to live fast and die young
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun!
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We were fated to pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run its course
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Neutral Milk Hotel - Holland, 1945
The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening, 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes
I would add more, but it'd be way longer. Those I think are all great examples in themselves for different reasons. I suggest downloading each song if you haven't heard some of them, but even without the music you can hear the meter in the words. I think that is what makes a great song.0 -
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties
Eighties - i have to push, i have to struggle
Eighties - get out of my way, i'm not for sale no more
Eighties - let's kamikaze 'til we get there
And we sang
You do it this way
Eighties - by day we run by night we dance, we do
Eighties - i'm in love with the coming race
Eighties - i've got the best, i'll take all i can get
Eighties - i'm living for the eighties
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i struggle
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - push, push, struggle
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - push, push, struggle
Eighties - I'm living in the Eighties
Eighties - I have to push, I prostitute myself
Eighties - I saw the whole world getting anxious
Eighties - I saw the worlds begin to march
And we sang
In these Eighties
Eighties - I'm sitting on a table talking ideals
Eighties - I got the best, I'll take all I can get
Eighties - Here comes the savage day
Eighties - I saw the worlds begin to march
And we sang
In these Eighties
Eighties - I'm living in the Eighties - I push
Eighties - I saw the worlds begin to march
Eighties - I'm living in the Eighties - I struggle
Eighties - I saw the worlds begin to march
Eighties - I'm living in the Eighties - I push
Eighties - I saw the worlds begin to march
Eighties - I'm living in the Eighties - I struggle
Eighties - I saw the worlds begin to march0 -
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Fade To Black lyrics
Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this Can t be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he 's gone
No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now, I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye
Metallica--fade to black
check it live greatest song ever
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7C90sLh5Ok
i wrote a song years ago when i was 16 if i can rot it out il post it.0 -
Well it's ninth and hennepin
All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down violin road
And dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
And i'm lost in the window, and i hide in the stairway
And i hang in the curtain, and i sleep in your hat...
And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
"one for every year he's away", she said
Such a crumbling beauty, ah
There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the southern pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
'til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
And i've seen it all, i've seen it all
Through the yellow windows of the evening train...
Tom Waits, Ninth & Hennepin0 -
Thought I'd mix it up a bit. Literally a random verse from the GZA Genius. I don't expect anyone here will like it but it motivates me.
Beneath the Surface, first verse.
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure-8 twice
At 16, uncut, direct from the cult
Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane crash from a bomb blast
Special broadcast, slot time with con cash
It kept the jury quiet, and now a riot will form
While satanic man, now hang in his dorm
I swing, on you fake, radio personalities
Boost ya ratings, but hypes behind casualties
Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play
Instantly, slap ya fire like it's Palm Sunday
I fashion the first tool, from the elements
The earth use, and built it to a complex
Network, of communications, you're up against a hopeless, situation
I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation
Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror
Increase the force significantly, change the error
Check my wind pattern, it's headin west
Success is freedom, failure could mean death
Humans sweat, aim shovels
Dig up the debris and rubbel
Permanent, damage caused by the double-
U, Now who, cowardly urge you to merge through
And think the workers'll serve you
Signin marvel, who just dropped the next novel
Worldwide, practically marred in marble
His accountless, amount of MC's I saved
And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave0 -
you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me
and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea
and what can i say
but i'm wired this way
and you're wired to me
and what can i do
but wallow in you
unintentionally
Grey-Ani di Franco0 -
In all seriousness, I think one of the cleverest lyrics is the following;
"I've been to the year 3000... not much has changed (but we live underwater)."0 -
Eminem - Stan
Lyrically the best song I have ever heard.
Chorus: Dido
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..
1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise
[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got him
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot him
but anyways; **** it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground **** that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the **** you did with Ruckus too, that **** was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan
{Chorus: Dido
[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's ****ED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty ****ty man - you're like his ****ing idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
so when I have a ****ty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got **** else so that **** helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S.
We should be together too
{Chorus: Dido
[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim; {*screaming*
Shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh ****, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this **** out?
{Chorus: Dido
[Eminem]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that **** intentionally just to diss you
But what's this **** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that **** just clowning dog,
c'mon - how ****ed up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this **** about us meant to be together?
That type of ****'ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy ****
I seen this one **** on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
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crooked spin can't come to rest,
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Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,
sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine.0 -
Bill Medley - You've Lost That Loving Feeling
You never close your eyes
Anymore when I kiss your lips
There's no tenderness
Like before in you fingertips
You're trying hard
not to show it,
But baby, baby I know it...0 -
Orgasmatron by Motorhead
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequies and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic sacred whore
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I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and i decide your fate
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I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I hold you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down0 -
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This song by Mick Flannery "Take in on the chin" is just genius...
Ray: I put fifty fine dollars on this hand
Luther: I’m in.
Paulie: I’m out.
John: Not a chance.
Ray: So only one of you dolls wanna dance?
Boy, you’d better have some balls in those pants
Gimme two cards.
Luther: One card.
Ray: Oh look at that!
Try to fill a flush up to bite me in the ass.
Jese, you must think Lady Luck is up there hidin’ in your hat,
Or you’re tryin’ to ****in; fool me boy, we’ll see about that.
It’s a hundred to play now, we’ll see what you weigh now,
The pot is getting hotter boy, we’ll see if you stay around.
Chorus (Frank and Grace)
Oh, the road, the riverboat,
Take it on the chin and deal again,
Till your money’s spent.
John: Jacks or better, deuces wild,
Man, I haven’t won a round in while.
This whiskey must be cloudin’ my mind.
I’m getting older, could be losin’ my style.
Paulie: Hey John, I hear you’re leavin’ us
Headin’ off to better parts.
Don’t you go forget us now,
I hope you’re gonna send a card.
John: Yeah, I’m headin’ down south a while,
You know me, just the wife and I,
I hear the weathers mighty fine
Down by St Columbentine.
But God knows I need a break from these
And paying your kids college fees
You’ll miss my money more than me
Hey, why don’t the two of you calm down
You’re acting like a pair of
Ray: Shut the **** up, what the ****s it got to do with you
I don’t see your money here so you don’t get to contribute
Nothin’ to this little battle me and the boy are havin’.
Luther: You gonna play or you gonna talk all day?
If you don’t got the money, throw those cards aay.
Ray: Ah you’re bluffin’, you got nothin’, I say read ‘em and weep, cause I’m in.0 -
Cheeky girls- Touch my bum, this is life0
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The greatest song about football/girlfriend EVER.....
The Hitchers
Strachan
She waited for the match to start
to start a fight up with me.
She said, "what's that you're watching?",
"It's a Programme about art".
She said, "A Programme about art?", I said
"A programme about art" and then the greatest
midfield artist of them all walked out onto the park.
The crowd were on their feet and they whistled and
they cheered for the tiny wee Scotsman
with the copper coloured hair.
She said, "You just don't care, You never listen you know"
Lukic out to Wetherall and Wetherall to Dorigo.
Dorigo knocks it on to Fairclough, Fairclough looks for Speed.
Now she's ranting like a lunatic, "I'm switching off that telly".
"Look at me while I'm talking to you!"
To Strachan now -puts Kelly through
There's one man pulling all the strings and twenty-two
know damn well who.
The air begins to thicken. Inside the box Strachan has stricken
The gap unfilled -he makes the kill -One-Nil
She waited for the match to start
to start a fight up with me.
She said, "what's that you're watching?",
"It's a Programme about art".
She said, "A Programme about art?", I said
"A programme about art" and then the artist
tackles perfectly and floats over the park
to the waiting Rodney Wallace who knocks
it back in to Deane and now the Deane Machine
to McAllister and McAllister's just seen
that Gordon Strachan slipped his marker
and he's free now in space
he's got 'em pouring forward spraying the ball
all over the place.
Now Gary Speed is involved again, he steadies the ball.
"am I talking to myself?", she says, "or talking to the wall?"
"Will you look at me while I'm talking to you!"
To Strachan now -puts Fairclough through
There's one man pulling all the strings and twenty-two
know damn well who.
The air gets even thicker.
The 'keepers quick -Gordon Strachan's quicker.
The gap unfilled -he makes the kill -Two-Nil.
She waited for the match to start
to start a fight up with me.
She said, "what's that you're watching?",
"It's a Programme about art".
"If you don't take your grief and bad vibes and get out of my face
I'm gonna sit right here and whistle my way through Melrose Place"
You could've lit the air in the room with a matchstick,
McAllisters cross sets up Strachans hat-trick
The gap unfilled -Strachans skill -Three-Nil
If any of ye dont know this wonderful little gem of a song by one of Irelands greatest bands check it out here....
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[quote=[Deleted User];64024046]The greatest song about football/girlfriend EVER.....
The Hitchers
Strachan
She waited for the match to start
to start a fight up with me.
She said, "what's that you're watching?",
"It's a Programme about art".
She said, "A Programme about art?", I said
"A programme about art" and then the greatest
midfield artist of them all walked out onto the park.
The crowd were on their feet and they whistled and
they cheered for the tiny wee Scotsman
with the copper coloured hair.
She said, "You just don't care, You never listen you know"
Lukic out to Wetherall and Wetherall to Dorigo.
Dorigo knocks it on to Fairclough, Fairclough looks for Speed.
Now she's ranting like a lunatic, "I'm switching off that telly".
"Look at me while I'm talking to you!"
To Strachan now -puts Kelly through
There's one man pulling all the strings and twenty-two
know damn well who.
The air begins to thicken. Inside the box Strachan has stricken
The gap unfilled -he makes the kill -One-Nil
She waited for the match to start
to start a fight up with me.
She said, "what's that you're watching?",
"It's a Programme about art".
She said, "A Programme about art?", I said
"A programme about art" and then the artist
tackles perfectly and floats over the park
to the waiting Rodney Wallace who knocks
it back in to Deane and now the Deane Machine
to McAllister and McAllister's just seen
that Gordon Strachan slipped his marker
and he's free now in space
he's got 'em pouring forward spraying the ball
all over the place.
Now Gary Speed is involved again, he steadies the ball.
"am I talking to myself?", she says, "or talking to the wall?"
"Will you look at me while I'm talking to you!"
To Strachan now -puts Fairclough through
There's one man pulling all the strings and twenty-two
know damn well who.
The air gets even thicker.
The 'keepers quick -Gordon Strachan's quicker.
The gap unfilled -he makes the kill -Two-Nil.
She waited for the match to start
to start a fight up with me.
She said, "what's that you're watching?",
"It's a Programme about art".
"If you don't take your grief and bad vibes and get out of my face
I'm gonna sit right here and whistle my way through Melrose Place"
You could've lit the air in the room with a matchstick,
McAllisters cross sets up Strachans hat-trick
The gap unfilled -Strachans skill -Three-Nil
If any of ye dont know this wonderful little gem of a song by one of Irelands greatest bands check it out here....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dit3d4s8jRs[/QUOTE]
Great band, great song.Post edited by Boards.ie: Mike on0 -
For the fun element.
SUICIDAL TENDENCIES
Lights Camera Revolution (1990)
Disco's Out, Murder's In
Extra, extra, read all about it!
News flash, read all about it!
Here comes another scam and don't you doubt it
May make you laugh, but it aint funny
I can't believe the things they do for money
Another show that needs to get rated
Just gotta alittle bit more hatred
We interrupt this program to tell you
Disco's out, Murder's in
Kill it!
Goody, goody, another commotion
One more time, in slow motion
The mountain wont come to Mohammad
Let's keep our fingers crossed and maybe we'll bomb it
La da de da da de de da da
All kind of la de ****in' das
Disco's out, Murder's in
If you wanna go far, we'll make you a star
Not looking for filler, just a serial killer!
It's got to be violent to make it a highlight
If we show it enough
Well, everyone will think it's alright
Disco's out, Murder's in
Kill it! Kill it!0 -
thecellarlife wrote: »John Lennon - Working Class Hero
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
My all time favourite0 -
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The sky weeps tonight
Our bodies washed away
I am waiting for you
Deliverance
The sun falls through the clouds
Hear my cry
(Just Barely Breathing by Killswitch Engage)
Its hard to believe that theres nobody out there
Its hard to believe that I'm all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
(Under The Bridge by The Red Hot Chili Peppers)
A bleak romance, a doomed crusade
Young loves bliss a sweet serenade
Hand in hand they begin to say
I'll love you forever and always0 -
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something by bob dylan0
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