Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

The Bells Are Ringing - TMBG

The bells are ringing
The song they're singing
The sound is bringing the people 'round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound

The bells are ringing
The song they're singing
The sound is bringing the people 'round (the bells are ringing the song they're singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people 'round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)

They are persuaded by the music of the bells
They're not responsible for anything they do
(No) The people know
(No) The way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound

They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound

The bells are ringing
And everyone's walking
With arms extended in a trance
Forgetting their washing
Neglecting the children
They're dropping all businesses at hand

A voice is telling them to act a different way
They tilt their heads so they won't miss what it will say
(No) And when it's so
(No) There's this to know
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound

The bells are ringing
The song they're singing
The sound is bringing the people 'round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound

They are persuaded by the music of the bells
They're not responsible for anything they do
(No) The people know
(No) The way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound

A girl with cotton in her ears
Is shielded from the bells' effect
As if by hidden signal
The people turn to face her
One thousand eyes are staring
They pull away her earplugs

The bells are pealing
And they're revealing
The simple key to happiness
It isn't evil
It isn't good
It's only what the people miss

The bells explain what they've been lacking all along
They were disorganized and that was what was wrong
(No) And now they know
(No) The way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound

The bells are ringing
The song they're singing
The sound is bringing the people 'round (the bells are ringing the song they're singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people 'round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song they're singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people 'round)
The song they're singing
The sound is bringing the people 'round (the bells are ringing the song they're singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people 'round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song they're singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people 'round)
The song they're singing
The sound is bringing the people 'round (the bells are ringing the song they're singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people 'round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)

[Xooxe]

Logan Whitehurst & The Junior Science Club - OHMYGODIMONFIRE

See him running from the porch,
Like some kind of human torch,
Orange tendrils everywhere,
Acrid stench of burning hair,

Flailing like a drowning bird,
In the dirt he scrawls this word:

OHMYGODIMONFIRE

Burning bright from head to shoe,
Stopping dropping rolling too,
La la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la laaa,

Local news is on the scene,
See the writing on the screen:
OHMYGODIMONFIRESOMEBODYPUTMEOUTFORCRYINGOUTLOUD

I can hear the neighbours say,
"Never liked him anyway",
As I watch on my T.V,
They sweep away his dusty plea,

OHMYGODIMONFIRE.

[Cramulus]

Grandma In The Corner With A Penis In Her Hand
by the Frogs

Grandma sitting in the corner with a penis in her hand going no no no
it only goes to show
Grandma in the corner with a penis in her hand going no no no
it only went to show
When the ambulance arrived there wasn't a cock alive

grandma in the corner with a penis in her hand going no no no no no
grandma in the corner with a be-hive in her hand going no no no no no

when the ambulance arrived today, ohhh the penises were playing in the hayyyyyy
grandma in the corner in the hand with a penis going no no no
the ambulance man saying no no no no no
grandma...grandma..grandma
i'm gonna ring the penis from your hands no no no no
grandma come on no no no no no




in the corner with your hands you run your hands from the penis

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

Grandma In The Corner With A Penis In Her Hand
by the Frogs

Grandma sitting in the corner with a penis in her hand going no no no
it only goes to show
Grandma in the corner with a penis in her hand going no no no
it only went to show
When the ambulance arrived there wasn't a cock alive

grandma in the corner with a penis in her hand going no no no no no
grandma in the corner with a be-hive in her hand going no no no no no

when the ambulance arrived today, ohhh the penises were playing in the hayyyyyy
grandma in the corner in the hand with a penis going no no no
the ambulance man saying no no no no no
grandma...grandma..grandma
i'm gonna ring the penis from your hands no no no no
grandma come on no no no no no




in the corner with your hands you run your hands from the penis

[Cain]

The Darkness - Givin' Up.  A fantastic song for singing while coming home drunk from the pub


My mamma wants to know
Where I'm spending all my dough
Honey, all she does is nag, nag, nag
But I won't apologise
I'd inject into my eyes
If there was nowhere else to stick my skag

All I want is brown
And I'm going into town
Shooting up as soon as I'm back
My friends have got some good shit
All I want is some of it
Gimme, gimme, gimme that smack

Well I've ruined nearly all of my veins
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck

Getting off my face
There's a dragon I must chase
Honey, I'm the scourge of all mankind
And everyone but me
Is destined just to be
Slaves to the remorseless grind

But I found myself an easy way out
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms
Into my arms

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck

[Apikoros II]

I didn't read the whole 18 pages of posts (read like the first 10) but I am gonna throw my 2nd fave poem and my fave song lyrics in FTW:

Pink Floyd: The Final Cut:
through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
i can barely define the shape of this moment in time
and far from flying high in clear blue skies
i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide
if you negotiate the minefield in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination. open the priesthole
and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall
there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream
and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home
thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut

And 2nd fave Poem (My Favorite is The Wasteland by TS Elliot but to long to post so suck on some WB Yates)

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

BTW, to all those Leonard Cohen Fans, I can only dig the later stuff, the 60's stuff just doesn't hit me the same way

[Eve]

We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks

THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

[Cramulus]

We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks

THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

WOW I haven't read that since my HS Poetry class!

Thanx!

[AFK]

Strange Machines by The Gathering

it has always been in the back of my mind
dreaming about going to the corners of time
i always wanted to fly in strange machines

i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and feel it with my hands
touch the world war II and Cleopatra
flying...

could it be that my dream would come true
building a machine that would actually do
what i want it to do

russian revolution, let's do that in one day
Beethoven and Gershwin i think that would be o.k.
more than anything i wanna fly in strange machines

i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and see it with my eyes
watch Jesus rise, if he ever did
flying...

i wanna do centuries in a lifetime
and feel it with my hands
touch renaissance and Chaka Khan
flying...

[Eve]

part of My Mother's Nipples by Robert Haas


"He wanted to get out of his head," she said,
"so I told him to write about his mother's nipples."

•

The cosmopolitan's song on this subject:

Alors! les nipples de ma mère!

The romantic's song

What could be more fair
than les nipples de ma mère?

The utopian's song

I will freely share
les nipples de ma mère.

The philosopher's song

Here was always there
with les nipples de ma mère

The capitalist's song

Fifty cents a share

The saint's song

Lift your eyes in prayer

The misanthrope's song

I can scarcely bear

The melancholic's song

They were never there,
les nipples de ma mère.
They are not anywhere.

The indigenist's song

And so the boy they called Loves His Mother's Tits
Went into the mountains and fasted for three days.
On the fourth he saw a red-tailed hawk with broken wings,
On the fifth a gored doe in a ravine, entrails
Spilled onto the rocks, eye looking up at him
From the twisted neck. All the sixth day he was dizzy
And his stomach hurt. On the seventh he made three deep cuts
In the meat of his palm. He entered the pain at noon
And an eagle came to him crying three times like the mewling
A doe makes planting her hooves in the soft duff for mating
And he went home and they called him Eagle Three Times after that.

The regionalist's song

Los Pechos.
Rolling oak woodland between Sierra pines
and simmering valey.

•

[Cain]

Not sure which sonnet this is, but its Shakespeare:

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,

They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

[Cain]

CSS - This Month, Day 10

I am the last person you can call
don't even know how we've met somehow
all begin must lead us into an end
I'll finish this shit this month, day ten
if someday we get to meet again
in a car crash, plane wreck, terrorist attack
or maybe next thursday nite
don't bother saying hi

I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
Only with you
only with you

I've got to get up, get high, get outta here
I can't stand the sound you're making lying next to
me
I'm starting to imitate- that's imitation
I'm starting to imitate- that's imitation
This month day ten I wonder if it's going to rain
or maybe who knows
it's gonna be a sunny day
I'm starting to imitate- that's imitation
I'm starting to imitate- that's imitation

'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
Only with you
only with you

I'm gonna tell you what i'll do
I'll break your face in two
I'll spread your teeth and blood all over the
neighborhood

I'll be rude, I'll be rude, so rude
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, so rude

I'm gonna tell you what i'll do
I'll break your face in two
I'll break your legs, break you arms, break yourself
in two
I'll break you in ten if i have to
creation is something you don't give much attention

I'll be rude, I'll be rude, so rude
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, so rude

So, if someday we get to meet again
in a car crash, plane wreck, terrorist attack
or maybe next thursday nite
don't bother saying hi

I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude
Only with you

[Triple Zero]

Infected Mushroom - Illuminaughty

Darkness rising
calling out my name
will it be changed
or remain the same?

I have fallen
far from above
landing here
with such a bump!

I have tasted of the fruit
and it's opened up my eyes
It's given me a thirst
that's so hard to satisfy
drink from juicy lips
delicious in a kiss
allow yourself

Illuminate me
the time is now!
I know I've been seen
I just can't see how

When I'm hiding
amid the throng
but nowhere is safe
from the ancient song

I have tasted of the fruit
and it's opened up my eyes
It's given me a thirst
that's so hard to satisfy
drink from juicy lips
delicious in a kiss
allow yourself

You can bury my heart
it won't stop the beat
under it all
I have dancing feet

Like the gatekeeper knows
I'm weirding one
dazzling spark
from a fallen sun

I have tasted of the fruit
and it's opened up my eyes
It's given me a thirst
that's so hard to satisfy
drink from juicy lips
delicious in a kiss
allow yourself

You can bury my heart
it won't stop the beat
under it all
I have dancing feet

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Barenaked Ladies - What a Good Boy

When I was born, they looked at me and said
what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said,
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl.

We've got these chains that hang around our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breaths.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,
when temptation calls, we just look away.

This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight.

I go to school, I write exams,
if I pass, if I fail, if I drop out,
does anyone give a damn?
And if they do, they'll soon forget 'cause it won't take much for me
to show my life ain't over yet.
I wake up scared, I wake up strange.
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change.
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
and everything around me stays the same.

This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight.

I couldn't tell you that I was wrong,
chickened out, grabbed a pen and paper, sat down and I wrote this song.
I couldn't tell you that you were right,
so instead I looked in the mirror,
watched TV, laid awake all night.

We've got these chains, hang 'round our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same when temptation calls ...

This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight.

When I was born, they looked at me and said;
What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said;
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl, hey

[Iason Ouabache]

Heart Cooks Brain - Modest Mouse

Slow walk
It's land mine
It's coal mine
It's a bad thought
On the way to god don't know
My brain's the burger and my heart's the coal
I'm trying to get my head clear
I push things out through my mouth
I get refilled through my ears

I'm on my way to god don't know or even care
My brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs
Inland from Vancouver shore
The ravens and the seagulls push each other inward and outward
Inward and outward

In this place that I call home
My brain's the cliff, and my heart's the bitter buffalo
My heart's the bitter buffalo
We tore one down, and erected another there
The match of the century: absence versus thin air

On the way to god don't know
My brain's the burger and my heart's the coal
On this life that we call home
The years go fast and the days go so slow