So, there's a bad lyrics thread, but what about a good lyrics thread?

The first song that came into my mind is "Judith" by A Perfect Circle.

You're such an inspiration
for the ways that I will never ever choose to be.
Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your
savior has abandoned you.
Fuck your God, your Lord, your Christ.
He did this, took all you had, and
left you this way still you pray never stray never
taste of the fruit you never thought to question why.

It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side.
Pray for one who left you broken down and paralyzed.
He did it all for you.

Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your
dogma has abandoned you.
Pray to your Christ, to your God.
Never taste of the fruit, never stray, never break.
Never choke on the lie, even though he's the one
who did this to you, you never thought to question why.

It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.
Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reasons why.
He did it all for you.

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Pick any song on Bob Dylan's Highway 61 Revisited album.

These are pretty awesome:

http://mliberalguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/children-taught-to-sing-praise-for-rush.html

Liberal Guy Wrote:
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> These are pretty awesome:
>
> http://mliberalguy.blogspot.com/2009/10/children-t
> aught-to-sing-praise-for-rush.html

You need to re-evaluate your definition of "awesome," buddy.

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Man! This is a lot harder than I thought it would be!

Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

I don't know if the lyrics are awesome by themselves but, when accompanied by the music, this song is very effective.

Another Day
By Paul McCartney

Every Day She Takes A Morning Bath
She Wets Her Hair,
Wraps A Towel Around Her
As She's Heading For The Bedroom Chair,
It's Just Another Day.

Slipping Into Stockings,
Stepping Into Shoes,
Dipping In The Pocket Of Her Raincoat.
It's Just Another Day.

At The Office Where The Papers Grow She Takes A Break,
Drinks Another Coffee
And She Finds It Hard To Stay Awake,

It's Just Another Day.
It's Just Another Day.
It's Just Another Day.

So Sad, So Sad,
Sometimes She Feels So Sad.
Alone In Her Apartment She'd Dwell,
Till The Man Of Her Dreams Comes To Break The Spell.

Stay, Don't Stand Around
And He Comes And He Stays
But He Leaves The Next Day,
So Sad.
Sometimes She Feels So Sad.

As She Posts Another Letter To The Sound Of Five,
People Gather 'Round Her
And She Finds It Hard To Stay Alive,

It's Just Another Day.
It's Just Another Day.
It's Just Another Day.

So Sad, So Sad,
Sometimes She Feels So Sad.
Alone In Her Apartment She'd Dwell,
Till The Man Of Her Dreams Comes To Break The Spell.

Stay, Don't Stand Around
And He Comes And He Stays
But He Leaves The Next Day,
So Sad.
Sometimes She Feels So Sad.

Every Day She Takes A Morning Bath She Wets Her Hair,
Wraps A Towel Around Her
As She's Heading For The Bedroom Chair,
It's Just Another Day.

Slipping Into Stockings,
Stepping Into Shoes,
Dipping In The Pockets Of Her Raincoat.

It's Just Another Day.
It's Just Another Day.
It's Just Another Day.

You may or may not like the Boss, but his lyrics are pure poetry.

The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alright
Oh, and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now, I ain't no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks

Oh oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road

Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines rolling on
But when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It's a town full of losers, I'm pulling out of here to win

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This is an exception I think to the general rule that Dylan's lyrics usually don't read very well
(the definitive performance, btw, is the demo that's on the official Bootleg Series, vol 1-3).

Every Grain of Sand
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don't have no inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, and in every grain of sand.

Oh the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

Deftones - Passenger

Here I lay
Still and breathless
Just like always
Still I want some more
Mirrors sideways
Who cares what's behind
Just like always
Still your passenger

The chrome buttons, buckles on leather surfaces
These and other lucky witnesses
Now to calm me
This time won't you please...
Drive faster!

Roll the window down
This cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in
Who cares who sees anything?
I'm your passenger
I'm your passenger

Drop...these down
Then...and put them on me
Nice...cool seats there
to cushion your knees
Now to calm me
Take me around again
Don't pull over
This time won't you please
Drive faster!!!

Roll the window down
This cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in
Who cares who sees what tonight?
Roll these misty windows
Down to catch my breath and then
Go and go and don't just
Drive me home then back again!

Here I lay
Just like always
Don't let me
Go... (9x)
Take me to the end...

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Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today,
We just touched ground on an international runway
Jet propelled back home, from overseas to the U. S. A.

New York, Los Angeles, oh, how I yearned for you
Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge
Let alone just to be at my home back in ol' St. Lou.

Did I miss the skyscrapers, did I miss the long freeway?
From the coast of California to the shores of Frisco Bay
You can bet your life I did, till I got home to the U. S. A.

Looking hard for a drive-in, searching for a corner cafe
Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day
Yeah, and a juke-box jumping with records back in the U.S.A.

Well, I'm so glad I'm livin' in the U.S.A.
Yes. I'm so glad I'm livin' in the U.S.A.
Anything you want, we got right here in the U.S.A.

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In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you
You say, but yet I wonder
If your love was ever true

In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
I wonder if you still remember
All the things we used to do

One little song
For a fading memory
One little song
For a fading memory
Of the one I really love
The only one for me

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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play his guitar just like a ringing a bell

So go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy can play

So go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."

So go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode

The MC5 fucking rock. I'm going to listen to this right now.


Claude Lévi-Strauss Wrote:
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> Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today,
> We just touched ground on an international runway
> Jet propelled back home, from overseas to the U.
> S. A.
>
> New York, Los Angeles, oh, how I yearned for you
> Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge
> Let alone just to be at my home back in ol' St.
> Lou.
>
> Did I miss the skyscrapers, did I miss the long
> freeway?
> From the coast of California to the shores of
> Frisco Bay
> You can bet your life I did, till I got home to
> the U. S. A.
>
> Looking hard for a drive-in, searching for a
> corner cafe
> Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and
> day
> Yeah, and a juke-box jumping with records back in
> the U.S.A.
>
> Well, I'm so glad I'm livin' in the U.S.A.
> Yes. I'm so glad I'm livin' in the U.S.A.
> Anything you want, we got right here in the
> U.S.A.

We lived our little drama
We kissed in a field of white
And stars fell on Alabama
Last night

I can't forget the glamour
Your eyes held a tender light
While stars fell on Alabama
Last night

I never planned in my imagination
A situation - so heavenly
A fairy land where no one else could enter
And in the center - just you and me

My heart beats like a hammer
Arms wound around you tight
And stars fell on Alabama
Last night

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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When I was just a little baby boy,
my momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
she used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
and I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it
cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
'til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin, I'm playin
Thinkin I'm sayin this shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it
(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull YOU to this bullet, and put it THROUGH you
(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*}
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Chorus:

Bitch I'm-a kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me!
Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me!
Bitch I'm-a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'm-a be another rapper dead
for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't-a said
But when they kill me I'm bringin the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin' but a girl to me
.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)
Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you..


Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'm-a conceal you
in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Fuck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? NO! Eminem'll insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
to do it again, THEN, if he does it again
you'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the 10th
(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'm-a kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
in a tub but that's normal' ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin murder material
in a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

Chorus


Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause lady's screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!
TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
from fat bitch to all seventy-thousand pounds of her
from principal to the student body and counselor
from in-school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin air in your lungs
just to hear you keep screamin for me to ZIP it
OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY
I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.
I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS HANG
You faggots keep eggin' me on
til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet
I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin' to you
YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!

Chorus


Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies
You know I love you

With depravity I break laws of gravity
Blast past the atmosphere to the last frontier
I go boldly through space and time
The sky's the limit but they're limiting the sky
I break orbit by habit
I ignite satellites and leave rings round the planets
A flying ace like that beagle
Nevertheless this alien remains illegal
'Cause their discovery don?t cover me
The immigrant's been left in the cold to grow old and disintegrate
Discriminate against the distant and disclaim this
'Cause their small minds can't see past Uranus
But I shun their rays
'Cause stun's just a phase
And my odyssey runs in two-thousand and one ways
And I can see clearly now like Hubble
Shoved off the shuttle here's my rebuttal

It's a planet.

Who do you represent?
I represent the smallest planet
Attorney in this tourney versus those who tried to ban it
If you don't agree go see interplanet Janet
Cause sun is star like Pluto is planet
So lend me all ears and let me state my case
about all the types of satellites we must embrace
Cause like my parents' great grandparents - this planet is an immigrant,
to deport it?s an offense
It's an upstanding member of the solar system
Apply the laws of Earth and make it a victim
Of Proposition 187
If Pluto spawns a moon, it will apply to the heavens.
I'll damn you like Judas of Iscariot
If you demote this mote remote to affiliate
It's like taking ET's custody from Elliot
Support your Lilliput, 'cause simply put

Pluto is a planet

Do it for the children
(If not for yourselves)
Pluto is a planet

The elusive butterfly has just tiptoed past my door
My bonny likes the Yankees, she says "hey t-bone what's the score?"
I say "well, Reggie got 1 and 1 and 3 and 25 is 6 to 4"
Is the left wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore.
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is it schizoid paranoia or just existential blues?

The amenities of life have been chasing my soul
And my mind is transcendental, and I'm losing all control
And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau
I cry out "My name is T-Bone" as a hound dog digs a hole.
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is it plain as heebie-jeebies or just existential blues?

Sailing, sailing, what is illusion, what is truth?
Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues.
God bless America, and Old Glory too.
May she always wave o'er us and the red, white and existential
blues.

Bom-idda-bom (and more blue moon noises here)
The existential blues.
Hey you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues
My blue suede existential blues.

I was on a QUEST
Walking down the road today, doo-dah, doo-dah
I was walking down the road
I was looking for the truth of life
When I came across all these little people, little people
Little people all around me.

They looked up at me and said "Hey Mister, are you tall?"
And I said "Yes I'm tall, but who are you weird little wonders?"
And they looked up at me witht their big bloodshot eyes and said
"We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids
We are the lollipop kids, we'd like to welcome you to munchkin land."

I said "Hey, hey, weird little wonders, I am on a quest.
Walking on the road today doo-dah, doo-dah"
I said "Hey kids I'm looking for the truth of life...
Where do I go? Who do I see?"

"Slow down mister. In order to find the truth of life, one must
see THE WIZARD!"
I said "The WIZARD????" Well where does this wizard oh wise one live?"
"You see the big green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill?
I said "Yes, I see the big green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill"
With the big dark forest between me and the big green glow-in-the-dark
house up on the hill. And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum
cleaner going "I'll get you my little pretty, and your dog Toto too!"
I don't even HAVE a little dog Toto...

Such predicaments! I must forage ahead!
Walking down the road today, doo-dah, doo-dah
I must find the truth of life
I said "but you know kids, I can handle the big green glow-in-the-
dark house up on the hill, I can handle the dark forest, I can
handle the little old lady and the very strange road they're
sending me down... I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of the
road, but kids, never quite that wide!"

Alright, tighten your shorts pilgrim, and sing like the Duke:
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow follow follow follow follow
Follow the yellow brick road
And ever a wonderful Wiz there was, the Wizard of Oz is
one because because because because because because
Because of the wonderful things he does.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Well, I got a little bit tired.
Walking down the road today, doooo-dahhhhh, dooooo-daaaaahhhhhh.
A little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow
brick road
So I pulled my little tired body off to a little rest area,
And lo and behold there's a little field of little red
flowers out there
[Sniff] Smells so good. Whoa! Getting pretty tired.
Smells so good [sniff]
Figured I'd just strectch out for a bit in this little field of...
poppies poppies poppies poppies poppies poppies ....
I was having a really strange dream, man, you know,
Little red flowers just smell awfully good
I was having a great time
The old wizard's just going to have to wait, man.
And I'm just going to strecth out again in this field of poppies.
OhgodohgodDorothyDorothypoppiesfieldpoppiesfield...

Along came this old man in a green El Dorado two
Screeched to a halt.
A little short man with a big red nose, toting a bottle of
Yukon Jack,
Strolled up to me and said "hey, son"
I said "Old man, don't bother me, poppies poppies poppies poppies"
He said "T-Bone"
I said "wait a minute, this man knows my name! He must be...
THE WIZARD!!!!"
You must be the Wizard, the Wizard of Oz, Why have you come to
haunt me, O Wizard of Oz?
I said "Oh Wizard O Wise one, I've been on a quest
Walking down the road today, doo-dah, doo-dah
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids
Follow the yellow brick road follow the...
I got tired, poppies poppies poppies poppies ...
Little man, I've been through hell!"

He said "hey, slow down, relax!"
I said "Oh Wizard, oh wise one, I've come so far to find the truth
of life"
He said "Hey, son, slow down, relax. To tell you the truth, son..."
I said "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth"
He said "no, son, you've got me all wrong. To tell you the truth,
son, how can I tell you this? Uh, I've been in this field
of poppies a long time, myself, and I've come to find, son,
that the only truth in life is right here in this bottle."
I said "WIZARD!!!?!??!?"
He said "No, truly, son, in fact, I'd rather have this bottle
in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy!"

How profound, Wizard!

Some girl with psychic powers, she said "T-bone, what's your
sign"
I blink and answer "Neon," I thought I'd blow her mind.
She's reading Moby Dick, by some fruitcake named Herman.
She's chomping of some knockwurst
Are the [indeciperable] really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana or just existential blues?

Really Butte, Montana... is as plain as heebie-jeebies...
Is it schizoid paranoia....

la-la-la-la-la-la-la

EXISTENTIAL BLUES

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We talk in circles all the time
'cause you can never make up your mind
We keep running out of things to say
And you think that its okay

But if you really want to define
All thats going through your mind
We talk in circles All the time!

Brilliant!

Wilco
A Shot In The Arm"

The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
Your pillow wept
And covered your eyes
And you finally slept
While the sun caught fire

You've changed

We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea

You changed
Oh, you've changed

Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood

The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind

You changed
Oh, you've changed

What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more



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The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No one could change my mind but Mama tried.

One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild,
Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
In spite of all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

When I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied.
That leaves only me to blame cause Mama tried.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load,
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

When I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied.
That leaves only me to blame cause Mama tried.

Now we're talking, video started.
WHOOOOAAAAAA!!!!
Mother Fuckin'...DJs!!!!!
Wowww!!
I'm ready!
Are you ready? Yeahhh!!!!
Goin' DJs in my car!
B-E-L-M-A-R
Whooo!
Baby Blue! I see you in two weeks, Baby Blue!
Gotta be smiling, gotta be dancin', gotta be shakin' dat ass!
(Chorus) Better step it up, Mother Fuckers!
I can't wait to watch it on fucking YouTube.

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Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Dont care
I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car

Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

There's a tear in my beer
'cause I'm cryin' for you,dear
you are on my lonely mind.

Into these last nine beers
I have shed a million tears.
You are on my lonely mind

I'm gonna keep drinkin'
until I'm petrified.
And then maybe these tears
will leave my eyes.

There's a tear in my beer
cause I'm crying' for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

Last night I walked the floor
and the night before
You are on my lonely mind.

It seems my life is through
and I'm so doggone blue
You are on my lonely mind.

I'm gonna keep drinkin'
till I can't move a toe
and then maybe my heart
won't hurt me so.
There's a tear in my beer
cause I'm cryin' for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

Lord, I've tried and I've tried
But my tears I can't hide
You are on my lonely mind.

All these blues that I've found
Have really got me down
You are on my lonely mind

I'm gonna keep drinkin'
till I can't even think
Cause in the last week
I ain't slept a wink
There's a tear in my beer
cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

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GMF Wrote:
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> Broken glass everywhere
> People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
> Dont care
> I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise
> Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
> Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
> Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
> I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far
> Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my
> car
>
> Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
> Im trying not to lose my head
> It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
> How I keep from going under


good one, i was going to post that, but i got caught up in ascii art

+1


MrMephisto Wrote:
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> So, there's a bad lyrics thread, but what about a
> good lyrics thread?
>
> The first song that came into my mind is "Judith"
> by A Perfect Circle.
>
> You're such an inspiration
> for the ways that I will never ever choose to be.
> Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your
> savior has abandoned you.
> Fuck your God, your Lord, your Christ.
> He did this, took all you had, and
> left you this way still you pray never stray
> never
> taste of the fruit you never thought to question
> why.
>
> It's not like you killed someone.
> It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his
> side.
> Pray for one who left you broken down and
> paralyzed.
> He did it all for you.
>
> Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your
> dogma has abandoned you.
> Pray to your Christ, to your God.
> Never taste of the fruit, never stray, never
> break.
> Never choke on the lie, even though he's the one
> who did this to you, you never thought to question
> why.
>
> It's not like you killed someone.
> It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his
> side.
> Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reasons
> why.
> He did it all for you.

MrMephisto Wrote:
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> You're such an inspiration
> for the ways that I will never ever choose to be.
> Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your
> savior has abandoned you.
> Fuck your God, your Lord, your Christ.
> He did this, took all you had, and
> left you this way still you pray never stray
> never
> taste of the fruit you never thought to question
> why.
>
> It's not like you killed someone.
> It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his
> side.
> Pray for one who left you broken down and
> paralyzed.
> He did it all for you.
>
> Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your
> dogma has abandoned you.
> Pray to your Christ, to your God.
> Never taste of the fruit, never stray, never
> break.
> Never choke on the lie, even though he's the one
> who did this to you, you never thought to question
> why.
>
> It's not like you killed someone.
> It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his
> side.
> Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reasons
> why.
> He did it all for you.

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> He did this, took all you had, and
> left you this way still you pray never stray
> never
> taste of the fruit you never thought to question
> why.
...
> Never taste of the fruit, never stray, never
> break.

So basically this guy's really really pissed cause his born-again girlfriend wouldn't bone him?

Poor bastard. >sniff<

But just a trifle melodramatic, no?

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do
to me
Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
All we know is violence, do tha job in silence
Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn
Niggas commin' out worse offthan when they went in
Over tha years I done alot of growin' up
Getten drunk thrown' up
Cuffed up
Then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out
To money and fame, I changed my name
And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho
And when I gettem
I'll hittem with tha bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G'
But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi
They got me trapped....

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)

They got me trapped
Can barely walk tha city streets
Without a cop harrassing me, searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against tha wall
Didn't do a thing at all
I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete
Coppers try to kill me
But they didn't know this was tha wrong street
Bang bang, down another casualty
But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality
Who do you blame?
It's a shame because tha mans slain
He got caught in tha chains of his own game
How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me
Sweated me, hunted me
Trapped in my own community
One day i'm gonna bust
Blow up on this society
Why did ya lie to me ?
I couldn't find a trace of equality
Work me like a slave while they laid back
Homie don't play that
It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback
I'm tryin to avoid physical contact
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
They got me trapped

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)

Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway
All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay
Can't use tha phone
Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in
Did it before
Ain't scared to use my gat again
I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant
But now he's tha devils friend
Too late to be tellin' him
He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away
Homie is done away I should of put my gun away
I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule
Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin you"
I fired my weapon
Started steppin' in tha hurricane
I got shot so I dropped
Feelin' a burst of pain
Got to my feet
Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood
Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer
Ran through an alley
Still lookin' for my getaway
Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today
Trapped in a corner
Dark and I couldn't see tha light
Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life
What do I do ?
Live my life in a prison cell
I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell
They got me trapped

[Chorus]

(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)
They got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)
Trapped
(uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)
You know they got me trapped
(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)
Trapped

Damn I'm old. I'v never heard half of these lyrics.

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Chief Bender Wrote:
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>
> Poor bastard. >sniff<
>
> But just a trifle melodramatic, no?


Ibidem, Lingua, Orbis....

Morning bell
Morning bell
Light another candle
Release me
Release me

You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head
Coming down the chimney
Release me
Release me
Yeah..
Release me
Release me

Where'd you park the car?
Where'd you park the car?
Clothes are all over the furniture
And I might as well
I might as well
Sleepy jack the fire drill
Run around around around around around..

Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half

she got a mortgage on my body

and a deed on my soul

She told me he was beating her today
And she showed me all the bruises on her face
I said baby can I make it all ok
She said honey you should make him go away

There's a hundred thousand dollars in the bank
And the policy he took out yesterday
We can live outside the country for awhile
Until things smooth over and get under control

There's a tattoo of your name across my soul

I bought a rifle and black gloves without a name
For an alibi she went six states away
When I saw him I felt fire I felt cold
Like the devil and the lord wanted my soul

Like this tattoo of your name across my soul

So I shot him in his car until he died
I called to give the signal and she cried
Life has a way of making other plans
She called the cops and said I was a crazy man

I'm gonna get this thing removed when I can

There was never any policy
And the bruises came from falling on the street
So the judge gave me one hundred thousand years
In the courtroom she was filling up with tears

I saw her hold the lawyer's hand real tight
They looked tired from not getting sleep last night
See the whole time she had me under control
With a tattoo of her name across my soul

She got off and I will never have parole
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul

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13 4826 0948 82695 25847. Yes.

HE HIT ME (IT FELT LIKE A KISS)
(Gerry Goffin / Carole King)
The Crystals


He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
But it didn't hurt me.

He couldn't stand to hear me say
That I'd been with someone new,
And when I told him I had been untrue

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew he loved me.

If he didn't care for me
I could have never made him mad
But he hit me,
And I was glad.

(instrumental break)

Yes, he hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew I loved him.
And then he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is,
And when he kissed me,
He made me his.

I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar, yet I cant seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place,
I wish Id seen the place
But no ones ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)

I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
Me you wouldnt recall, for
Im not my former
Its hard when youre stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
Perhaps thats what no one wants to see
I just want to scream...hello...
My God its been so long, never dreamed youd return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...

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Which of these things is not like the other...

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13 4826 0948 82695 25847. Yes.

Beastie Boys
Paul's Boutique
Shake Your Rump
(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.)

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat Yea...
I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
they'll be staring at the radio
staying up all night
so like a pimp I'm pimpin'
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
oowah oowah is my disco call
MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose man
I'm on time homie... that's how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point
It's the joint
Mike D yea... with your bad self running things what was that...
With your bad breath onion rings
Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout
Other DJ's he'll put your head out
A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme
[ Beastie Boys Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Or do my thing I'm
In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be freakin' or peakin' but I rock well
The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rump
A full clout ya'll, a full clout ya'll
And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out ya'll
A full clout...
Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah we've got beef chief
We're knocking out teeth chief
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith
I'm Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip no skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
*Whoo ha yo garcon the cheque*
Running from the law the press and the parents
*Is your name Michael Diamond?*
No mine's Clarence
From downtown Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
Shake your rump
Agh-oooooo....

G Love And Special Sauce
Yeah, It's That Easy
I-76

65 25 Parkline Drive
And like always I'm kicking it live
Gotta call the fellas to see if they is with this
Gonna get down with the sounds of big breakfast
Start off the day with some Bob Marley
Back to the woods for that fresh parley
Maybe even spark a little Nicki J
Then its off to center city in the fastest way
But if you gotta get downtown real quick
Then the only way to go is I-76
Unless of course you wanna take the scenic view
Then the East or West River Drive is just right for you
But if you ain't got no time to lose
Put the pedal to the medal for that voyage cruise
So get on down to I-76
Cause in 1996 there ain't no tricks in the mix

Back in 1982
Man, it was real cool
and in school
If we got good grades
Like straight up A's
Our parents would take us to a 76ers game
I got my game and there aint no shame
Big shots for Mo Cheeks
And Moses Malone
Julius Erving called Philly his home
Bobby Jones, Daryl Dawkins
Andrew Toney sinking threes
Rocky Balboa comes from South Philly
So if you want to make it on time to the show
There's only one route that you really have to know
Get to Fishtown without all that jive
I suggest that you drive on I-95
Wanna get downtown but feeling in a fix
Get on that route they call 676
The most expensive expansive piece of interstate they ever made
The fellas ain't famous but they got good game

Get along 76ers
Charles Barkley dissed Larry Bird
Get along 76ers
Charles Barkley dissed Larry Bird

Shh-Hoops the middle man
Now disguised as the Joy
Valentine Smiles to the Katman ploy
Loungin' leather seats a 76 gettin' nice
Cadillac D.B.L. Kristopher pulled the heist
Expresswya expression Soda Pop pressin'
up another piece baby new year painted session
I'm guessin' the answer to the question
All the Philly Fellas livin' life as a profession
Destined to escape a la spector
Ah Wilderness yeah prep jetta boy
Friday night rap Broncos and Pepper Shakers
In the city Ice Dog Love show I the skyscraper
Well the route, man it's I-76
I'm checkin' Otto Shoup singin' Davey Quickness
Li Li of the Va Li love a ligum everyday
I'm giving praise to where I'm at in Philly

But if you gotta get downtown real quick
Then the only way to go is I-76
Unless of course you wanna take the scenic view
Then the East or West River Drive is just right for you
But if you ain't got no time to lose
Put the pedal to the medal for that voyage cruise
So get on down to I-76
Cause in 1996 there ain't no tricks in the mix

Get along 76ers
Charles Barkley dissed Larry Bird
Get along 76ers (what about the Doctor)
Dr. J! Moses Malone
Get along 76ers (what about the new boys)
Jerry Stackhouse and Iverson

Beastie Boys
Miscellaneous
Boomin' Granny
(Beastie Boys/ ? )

I Need You, Boomin' Granny
I Said I Want You, Boomin' Granny

Well It Might Sound Odd, It Might Sound Corny
But Here's Some Sex Rhymes For Those That Are Horny
For Your Boomin' Granny With The Boomin' System
Said I Love Ya Won't Leave Ya So You Got To Listen
See I'm Talkin' About The Way That I'm Feeling
You're So Lovely Lengthy And So Appealing
A Sassy Sophisicated Sexy Lady
Well I'm 26 And You're 80

The Clock Is Ticking So You Better Not Front
We Can Go To My house Or We Could Smoke A blunt
Well You're A Lovely Girl, Just Like B. Arthur
Just Turn Down The Lights So We Can Go Farther

Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny
Boomin' Granny, Good And Planty

Because I Saw Ya At The Check Out Line
You Dropped Your Coupons And You Were Looking Fine
Sophisicated, And So Mature
I Couldn't Really Care If You're 50 Or 74
Becaues I Want Ya, And I Need Ya
Hey Boomin' Granny You Could Be My Teacher
And I Could Be Your Pet, Bet
Listen Old Lady I'm Gonna Make Ya Sweat
I Know I'm Younger, And Your Much Older
You Look So nice On My Chevy Nova
I'm gonna Take Her To The Low Ryder Show, And Flaunt Ya
I Gotta Tell Ya Lady I Said I Want Ya, Boomin' Granny

Because I Need You Boomin' Granny
Boomin' Granny, Boomin' Fanny
Boomin' Granny, Good And Plenty

2 Skinnee J's
Bbq
2 Skinnee J's---BBQ

Lets get this party started,
I've got the gas grilled started.
I wanna see your weenie shrivel
I wanna see your burgers burnt .
I wanna see you toast your buns,
toast your buns on my deck tonight.
I've got the gas grilled started
so lets get this party started.

Pump up the gas grill
pump it up,
while the flame is jumping.
Pump up the gas grill
pump it up,
BLUE FLAME.

Outside in the backyard,
underneath the trees,
We're gonna grill it up
cuz we've got burgers
we've got weenies.
We got the Aunt May
and the Uncle Bob
we've got
the green peas
and the corn on the cob,
yes the line, the line,
the line is very long
and my brother,
my brother he's a slob.

The food is piping hot,
the beer is icy cold,
the coleslaw¡¯s from the deli
and the Jell-O¡¯s in the mold
Dip your chip in my dip, dip
Dip your chip in my dip,
Dip your chip in my
Dip your chip in my
Dip your chip in my dip, dip

Pump up the gas grill,
get it going ya,
gotta get the propane full
the coals are hot
the mother fucker grills so
pump up the gas grill, get it goin

The citronellas burning,
the refrigerators stocked
and the bug zapper is zapping
So this BBQ will ROCK

all in line
for the beanies and the weenies
yes the line is long
but the portions ain't teeny all
in line for the beanies and the weenies
yes the line is long but the portions ain't teeny

Come on, kick it,
grill it,
I don't care if you spill it cuz we're outside,
we're outside, we're OUTSIDE!

Got the rip ripple chips,
and onion dip
Got the rip ripple chips,
and onion dip
Got the rip ripple chips,
and onion dip
Got the rip ripple chips,
and onion dip
Pump up the gas grill
pump up the gas grill
Toast your buns on my deck tonight
Toast your buns on my deck tonight
Toast your buns on my
Toast your buns on my
Toast your buns on my deck tonight

Best rap verse of all time:

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

SEV
Miscellaneous
Player

Saturday morning, woke up at 10:44
Still all wasted from the night I had before
Turn over in my bed, I'm still feeling groggy
Who was that girl, we'll call her Lottie Dottie
Well, Lottie Dottie, she sure liked to party
Took a double at the body,
knew that my eyes were red
We smoked an L and took it to the head
2 hours later she had me jumping in her bed
So Ladies, the ones getting played
Spread out & laid, like mustard, ketchup, mayonaise
Don't be afraid, 2 hours & no ties
When the sun comes up, it's good morning & goodbye

So that's the way, uh-huh that we like it
No need to fight it, we explode like riots
We are the ones that will make you buy it
So come on try it you know you're gonna like it

So you wanna be a player (Hell yeah)
Well, ladies you can be some players too
So you wanna be a player (Fuck yeah)
Just don't let them try to play you

Later that night there was a message on my Skytel
(Danny meet us at the club)
I'm like Oh well
Confidence and all thinking I'm the man
I walked out the front door, to my ride the band van
It was D-Bone, Max, Phil C and me
Ready to play these girls, cuz it came so easily
But little did we know they had a plan already set
To get us to their place, something we would regret
There had to be like 50 of them lining up the room
Saying come on do it now, chill we'll start soon
I guess it just shows that anyone can pursue it
The only people that get played
are the ones that do it

So that's the way, uh-huh that we like it
No need to fight it, we explode like riots
We are the ones that will make you buy it
So come on try it you know you're gonna like it

So you wanna be a player (Hell yeah)
Well, ladies you can be some players too
So you wanna be a player (Fuck yeah)
Just don't let them try to play you

We're all the same,
it's when we try to change the only ones
But we're not like them at all
In this life, we all try to be the only ones
But it's not like that at all

One of about half-a-dozen bruce springsteen songs I like


I hold you in my arms
as the band plays
What are those words whispered baby
just as you turn away

I saw you last night
out on the edge of town
I wanna read your mind
To know just what I've got in this new thing I've found

So tell me what I see
when I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
or just a brilliant disguise

I heard somebody call your name
from underneath our willow
I saw something tucked in shame
underneath your pillow

Well I've tried so hard baby
but I just can't see
What a woman like you
is doing with me

So tell me who I see
when I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
or just a brilliant disguise

Now look at me baby
struggling to do everything right
And then it all falls apart
when out go the lights

I'm just a lonely pilgrim
I walk this world in wealth
I want to know if it's you I don't trust
'cause I damn sure don't trust myself

Now you play the loving woman
I'll play the faithful man
But just don't look too close
into the palm of my hand

We stood at the altar
the gypsy swore our future was right
But come the wee wee hours
Well maybe baby the gypsy lied

So when you look at me
you better look hard and look twice
Is that me baby
or just a brilliant disguise

Tonight our bed is cold
I'm lost in the darkness of our love
God have mercy on the man
Who doubts what he's sure of

"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together"
"I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

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Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday.

Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.

The photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

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§ Wrote:
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> Beastie Boys
> Paul's Boutique
> Shake Your Rump
> (Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.)

+1. I need to find my old Paul's Boutique CD.

jhey Wrote:
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>
> +1. I need to find my old Paul's Boutique CD.


That's an album that never leaves my iPhone.

Little Richard's original lyrics for Tutti Frutti :

"A wop bop a loo mop, a good goddam!
Tutti Frutti, good booty
If it don’t fit, don’t force it
You can grease it, make it easy."

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

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MrMephisto Wrote:
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> So, there's a bad lyrics thread, but what about a
> good lyrics thread?
>
> The first song that came into my mind is "Judith"
> by A Perfect Circle.
>
> You're such an inspiration
> for the ways that I will never ever choose to be.
> Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your
> savior has abandoned you.
> Fuck your God, your Lord, your Christ.
> He did this, took all you had, and
> left you this way still you pray never stray
> never
> taste of the fruit you never thought to question
> why.
>
> It's not like you killed someone.
> It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his
> side.
> Pray for one who left you broken down and
> paralyzed.
> He did it all for you.
>
> Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your
> dogma has abandoned you.
> Pray to your Christ, to your God.
> Never taste of the fruit, never stray, never
> break.
> Never choke on the lie, even though he's the one
> who did this to you, you never thought to question
> why.
>
> It's not like you killed someone.
> It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his
> side.
> Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reasons
> why.
> He did it all for you.

Those are the worst lyrics I have ever read. Pitiful.

We were born forever
We are twinned in a fugitive mind
Friends should stay together and
Light the world with the fugitive kind

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Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.

__________________________________
That's not a ladybug, that's a cannapiller.

AHEM AHEM


Stand back ya heard sir murders occur
My verbs are disturbed
My curse words are hurtin you herbs
Alertin the service bringin marines with kerosene flasks guns and masks jumpin through glass with sig 229's and mp5's
my rapid fire bust and sprayin
When I was a baby my pacifier was a grenade pin
And yes I'm from tampa
No I'm not a buccaneer but I'll be buckin near your main arteries ya fuckin queer
The sun is here
Cover your eyes
All my attributes is dangerous
My moustache is murderous
My hipbone'll send your clique home with they ribs blown back and they wigs sewn to they six pack
Cartilage in a gift wrap
My cartridges click clack
And leave you and your bitch clapped
Now ya bitch ass need a neck brace with a chin strap
We swing machetes at crews with little ice picks and niggas round my way call me the cuban missile crisis
My raps not for emo kids
My flame thrower leave you bald head like chemo kids
I ain't a gangsta and a gentleman
I'm one of the two
Don't open doors for bitches
So which one do you choose?
Playboy make you steak sauce
A-1 you gay soft
Not travolta but which of my hos'll take your face off
We got the cake off
My money stacks make the rubber bands snap
My number runners gettin bundled with no goverment tags
Ain't no 20 80s split better give me half
Or you can get your jaw split
Courtesy of vinnie pazz
A-O-T-P or D-E-M-I-G-O-D-Z
Either or galore heaters pour
Got the fever for some thick skeezers and a need for whores
She got a apple bum so what the fuck we need bonita for
Rappers try to pull my cards I gave em a shuffle
Gutter mouth took their bodies so I gave em a shovel
Runnin ten laps in a second
When I'm rappin on records
Came in the game in '98 and I'm already a legend
Back in the day me and dutchmaster schemin just to get in
Now we slingin wacks from 813 to the gremlin
Hook line and sinker
My hooks and lines'll sink you leagues under the sea
Up my sleeves up under the fleece
No tricks just a loaded piece
Chrome heat
Put you in a coma sleep
With a combover to cope with holes in ya cheek
And I don't care if you worship
I'll put a bullet in your temple
Leave you bent and crippled
Wife and kids get sentimental
Ya best soldiers incomparable to my b-team
Fuck nas mission impossible be my thief's theme
Each beam I aim multiplied by 8
You gettin fucked on ya album and gettin raped on mixed tape
I kick with a flipped face targetin system
Heat vision like the predator
I'm slaugterin victims
The harder I hit em
Nigga the better they know
Call up the reverend and we bringin holy shit to ya show
These holy clips leave you holy split
Every ho I hit get baptized in holy water comin out the hole in my dick
I stay holdin my dick
You thought I wasn't one of them
Spittin phlegm on bibles in gods crib right in front of him
I'm ice berg but not slim
More like this hyper shit that sunk the titanic
That irreversible damage
There's no recovery possible
No nurses no hospitals no stuffed bears and get well cards
Just celph spittin hells bars
You grew up on a farm with the amish gettin they goats from
I'm from the dirty south but I'm clean so call me soap scum
I'll sell the same shit twice
Double dip it and reup
I ain't married to this rap game
We ain't signin a prenup
You up late watchin raunchy cable
And I'm a creep behind your couch and crack ya motherfuckin skull on the coffee table

"Pull My Strings"

I'm tired of self respect
I can't afford a car
I wanna be a prefab superstar

I wanna be a tool
Don't need no soul
Wanna make big money
Playing rock and roll

I'll make my music boring
I'll play my music slow
I ain't no artist, I'm a business man
No ideas of my own

I won't offend
Or rock the boat
Just sex and drugs
And rock and roll

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!

You'll pay ten bucks to see me
On a fifteen foot high stage
Fatass bouncers kick the shit
Out of kids who try to dance

If my friends say
I've lost my guts
I'll laugh and say
That's rock and roll

But there's just one problem


Is my cock big enough
Is my brain small enough
For you to make me a star
Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I'll go far

And when I'm rich
And meet Bob Hope
We'll shoot some golf
And shoot some dope

Is my cock big enough?
Is my brain small enough?

FOR YOU, TO MAKE ME, A STARRRRRRRRRR?

Artist: Vic Ruggiero
Title: Parking Lot

things fall to pieces and I’m happy about it
happy about it
happy about it
hear the people screaming in their respective houses
respective houses
respective mouses

I don’t need to die in your field of green no
I don’t really care a lot
I don’t know exactly what you’ve seen but
I’m at peace in your parking lot

I don’t spend my summer times waiting for sunshine
I like the nighttime
I see my own line
there inside the blue and rising summer moonlight
a blinking blue light
in your room right

I don’t need to die ‘neath your castle wall or
tears you cry for Camelot
well I would be surprised if I cared at all cause
I’m at peace in your parking lot

set your moses on mountains high
ravens crying nevermore
point my feet at some grand ravine but
i’ve seen more in your dresser drawer

wouldn’t state my reasons just to have you hate me
so irate and
so exterior
if you should discover then lord please remember
I’m a member of
nothing in particular

I don’t need to die for your royal grace or
wars on economic thought
no I didn’t show just to run your race man
I’m at peace in your parking lot

father loses everything he’s worked his life for
so chalk another up
to experienced
thoughtless and breathless falls the grand appearance
keep aware of
who’s moving near us

I don’t need to die in his field of green no
I don’t really care a lot
would it be so wrong just to say that all I
want is peace in your parking lot
I’m at peace in your parking lot
I’m at peace in your parking lot

"the band was playing Evergreen
all of a sudden
somebody screamed
lookout, lookout
everybody run
the homecoming queens got a gun
she's really making a mess
powder burns all over her chest
shes's really having a blast
she's wasted half of the class"

Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed

Three to one girl
How can you win
One horrid night
You hope that it's a bad dream

They rip you to shreds
Make you feel useless
you'll never forget
Those fuckers stay in your head

Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed

They rip you to shreds
Make you feel useless
you'll never forget
Those fuckers stay in your head

Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed

Boys who rape should all be destroyed
Boys who rape should all be destroyed

Cypress Hill - I want to get high

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!

Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it
The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus
Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness
Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas
Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it
Forward motion make you sway like the ocean
The herb is more than just a powerful potion
What's the commotion, yo I'm not joking around
People learning about, what they're smoking
My oven is on high, when I roast the quail
Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale
Exhale, now you felt the funk of the power
now feel the effects...

I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
I want to get high - so high!
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
yo hits from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong
yo hits from the from the bong from the bong



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Taylor Swift doesn't get much credit for her lyrics because she's a teen diva, but these would be solid for any songwriter...


Do you remember, we were sittin' there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

If she doesn't burn herself out or wear out her welcome, she should write some incredible songs when she's in her 30s.

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No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin'
It's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me

I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
Savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me

I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
Savin' my love for you
Ain't misbehavin'
Savin' my love for you

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W.W.S.D. what would Scooby Doo

Addiction

desperate, deranged
talking in my sleep again
eyes twitch - retain
a sentimental something

looked lorn and we burned and burned
I was a cinder
body soul in my dreams

breakdown amidst the mixtures
avoid addictive plea
responding disillusion
encrusted cruelty

describe why nails enclose me
eating us so evenly
there exists a lot of reasons
to support fatality

abstinence possessed
hardly what you think it is
hearts beat positive
provided there's progress

ignorance does insist of the right coffin
took some food offered me
can't see myself
drank the wine
wished the feverish burst of terror

breakdown amidst the mixtures
avoid addictive plea
insist that nothing happened
chilled bloodless fatigue

recharge with bitterness
fanatics beckoning
mistook a look impassioned
absorbed with clarity

consciousness drifts away
discarded memory
packaged shelf life bad display

breakdown amidst the mixtures
avoid addictive plea
excessive near romances
comfort is treachery

so pound the nails in tight
eyes screaming out of sight
against a grain like curtain
unbearably alive

"Cygnus X-1, Book One: The Voyage"

[Prologue:]
In the constellation of Cygnus, there lurks a mysterious, invisible force: the black hole
of Cygnus X-1...

Six Stars of the Northern Cross
In mourning for their sister's loss
In a final flash of glory
Nevermore to grace the night...

[1]
Invisible to telescopic eye
Infinity, the star that would not die

All who dare to cross her course
Are swallowed by her fearsome force

Through the void
To be destroyed
Or is there something more?
Atomized...at the core?
Or through the Astral Door?
To soar...

[2]
I set a course just east of Lyra
And northwest of Pegasus
Flew into the light of Deneb
Sailed across the Milky Way
On my ship, the 'Rocinante'
Wheeling through the galaxies
Headed for the heart of Cygnus
Headlong into mystery

The x-ray is her siren song
My ship cannot resist her long
Nearer to my deadly goal
Until the black hole
Gains control...

[3]
Spinning, whirling
Still descending
Like a spiral sea
Unending...

Sound and fury
Drown my heart
Every nerve
Is torn apart!!!!!

When one thinks of great and thought provoking lyrics, they usually don't consider hard rock/Heavy Metal, but BOC is a clear exception to that
From the Imaginos story/album by BOC
One of the most clever and well written rock albums of all time.

Magna of Illusion

Cornwall and the harbor
Where witches went mad more than once and
Until this day
In dreams at least
The lighthouse at Lost Christabel
Squat and hugely tilts
Upon the strand where Grandad's house was built
And having stood the test of time
The starry gale the bloody tide
Grandad's house though gaped with hooks
And filled with books
Could stand no more until
A certain prophecy
Once read - now stood
Before the world fulfilled

Now of these books in Grandad's keep
Some of them were new but mostly they were old
And the oldest was a scroll
A prophecy that read
When the riddle begins
The story will end

August the First 1892
And in the guise of destiny
Grandad quit Cornwall
"I'm a captain of a ship.
My ship is charmed, and called Plutonia."

Stories on land, storms at sea
'Tween 1892 and '93
When Grandad sailed for Mexico

Ships charmed and ordinary
Sailed the glidepath to the sun
And when the sun proved false
As it always does
Some of them would be lost
And some would sail back home
It was no star
But a magna of illusion
I mean by that
The mirror found
In the chamber of jade grown like a seed
Deep within the ground
The mirror found
By one man
So on and off again
He sailed the Europe's rim
On and off, off and on
Until his time had come

Through tears and smiles
The last domain
The rods of broken crystal
On and off, and off again
Until his time had come
Late to the story that had been
But early to the riddle not yet begun

August the First 1893
The charmed ship Plutonia
Sailed like a ray into Cornwall
And none too soon it seems

That night the Captain's granddaughter
Would celebrate her birthday
"I've come a long way,"; said the Captain
"From Lost Christabel this night
Accompanied by my dog familiar
To blast your rafters with my surprise!
Granddaughter, it's a foreign mirror
Taken from the jungle by crime!"

Stories on land, storms at sea
'Tween 1892 and '93
When Grandad sailed for Mexico

When tables collapse
And floors have filled
And the party's over, it's all over
Sea-dogs and rockers will dwell on doom
I've warped the stuff of ground
What seems to be is not
Behind closed eyes
Realize your sight
Mine, granddaughter, proves a surprise
More light than sun
More dark than night then
More a snare than lust

You wouldn't expect this from Slipknot, but...

Snuff

Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again

So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can?t destroy what isn?t there

Deliver me into my fate
If I?m alone I cannot hate
I don?t deserve to have you
Ooh, my smile was taken long ago
If I can change I hope I never know

I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn?t face a life without your lights
But all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight

So save your breath, I will not care
I think I made it very clear
You couldn?t hate enough to love
Is that supposed to be enough?

I only wish you weren?t my friend
Then I could hurt you in the end
I never claimed to be a saint
Ooh, my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go

So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul
You never needed any help
You sold me out to save yourself

And I won?t listen to your shame
You ran away, you?re all the same
Angels lie to keep control
Ooh, my love was punished long ago
If you still care don?t ever let me know
If you still care don?t ever let me know

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13 4826 0948 82695 25847. Yes.

Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling

-fiona apple

Shadows are fallin' and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep and time is runnin' away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writin' what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Well, I've been to London and I been to gay Paris
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of the world full of lies
I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Shadows are fallin' and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep and time is runnin' away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writin' what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Well, I've been to London and I been to gay Paris
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of the world full of lies
I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Shadows are fallin' and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep and time is runnin' away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writin' what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Well, I've been to London and I been to gay Paris
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of the world full of lies
I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.





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