Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[Cain]

Modest Mouse do too many good songs.  I am suspicious.

Saul Williams - Telegram

I'm falling up flights of stairs,
scraping myself from the sidewalk,
jumping from rivers to bridges,
drowning in pure air

Hip Hop is lying on the side of the road,
half dead to itself
Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh,
like jazz, stuffed into an oversized record bag

Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition
Diamond studded teeth strewn like rice at karma's wedding
The ring bearer bore bad news
Minister of information wrote the wrong proclamation

Now everyone's singing the wrong song
Dissonant chords find necks like nooses
That nigga kicked the chair from under my feet
Harlem shaking from a rope, but still on beat

"Damn that loop is tight" Nigga,
found a way to sample the way the truth the light
Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight
Niggas are gonna die

Cop car swerves to the side of the road
Hip Hop takes its last breath
The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter onto a yellow pad,
then balls the paper into his hand, deciding he'd rather free-style

"You have the right to remain silent"
You have the right to remain silent
You have the right to remain silent.
And maybe you should have before your bullshit manifested.

These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too thugged out
Niggas think I'm bugged out, 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that.
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black

So where my aliens at? Girl, we're all illegal
This system ain't for us it's for rich people
And you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get hungry.

Telegram to Hip Hop:
Dear Hip Hop .(stop)
This shit has gone too far (stop)
Please see that mixer and turntables are returned to Kool Herc. (stop)

The ghettos are dancing off beat. (stop)
The master of ceremonies have forgotten
that they were once slaves and have neglected
the occasion of this ceremony. (stop)

Perhaps we should not have encouraged them
to use cordless microphones,
for they have walked too far from the source
and are emitting a lesser frequency (stop).

Please inform all interested parties
that cash nor murder have been added to the list of elements. (stop)
We are discontinuing our current line of braggadocio,
in light of the current trend in "realness". (stop)

As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies
and replacing them with magic mushrooms,
in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. (stop)
Give my regards to Brooklyn

These thugs can't fuck with me, they're too thugged out
Niggas think I'm bugged out, 'cause I ain't Sean John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that.
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black

So where my aliens at? Girl, we're all illegal.
This system ain't for us, it's for rich people
And you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get hungry

[Suu]

My favorite earworms of teh day:

Chevelle - Straight Jacket Fashion

Don't stand around
So far, it's empty
Just pull close these witnesses
That follow, so trusting
There they go

By the way
We last because we're colorful
And as for fools, just play the opposite

Cause quietly, you're overrated anyhow
And currently, you've spread yourself so thin

Climb up your pedestal
To hang yourself from it
"A cold day in hell's" the phrase
I used when I never ever meant to change
Scab

By the way
We last because we're colorful
And as for fools, just play the opposite

Cause quietly, you're overrated anyhow
And currently, you've spread yourself so thin
Spread yourself so thin

His straight jacket fashion
Can't believe he could
But I'd crawl a mile
To say that he should
This straight jacket fashion
I can't believe he could
Starve ourselves just to say
You know that you should

By the way
We last because we're colorful
And as for fools, just play the opposite

Quietly, you're overrated anyhow
Currently, you've spread yourself so thin

Quietly, you're overrated anyhow
And currently, you've spread yourself so thin
Spread yourself so thin
Spread yourself so thin
Spread yourself so thin


Kansas - Icarus: Borne on Wings of Steel

Early in the morning sunlight
Soaring on the wings of dawn
Here I'll live and die with my wings in the sky
And I won't come down no more

Higher than a bird I'm flying
Crimson skies of ice and fire
Borne on wings of steel I have so much to feel
And I won't come down no more

Sail on, sail on, I will rise each day to meet the dawn
So high, so high
I've climbed the mountains of the sky
Without my wings you know I'd surely die
I found my freedom flyin' high
I've climbed the mountains of the sky

Floating on a cloud of amber
Searching for the rainbow's end
Earth so far below me,
I'm here alone, free
I can't come down no more

[hooplala]

Fnordiscordia is on this thread!!

I thought he became TTM, which means TTM is MGD . . . 

[Suu]

Fnordiscordia is on this thread!!

I thought he became TTM, which means TTM is MGD . . . 

Gasp.

[Triple Zero]

Fnordiscordia is on this thread!!

I thought he became TTM, which means TTM is MGD . . . 

yes, TTM is MGD.

[AFK]

dun dun DUN!!!

[Xooxe]

I couldn't figure out one of the words in this song.

Yellowjacket by Big Rude Jake

Old Mick stokes up the boiler
And the sun burns that much hotter
And the skyline squats and cusses in the coffee coloured haze

And at the bottom of a three-card draw
Some fool in a mackintosh
Turns the corner at the hornet's nest
And tumbles down the lane

He's talkin' mislaid plans and misdirections
And a moment's hesitation
Some unforeseen misfortune
A bad idea from the start

Took a short cut though a vacant lot
And detoured through the city park
Tried to second-guess the signals
And deke across the boulevard

Well down the alley to your left
Trace your footsteps circle back
Spent the whole day on the get-away
Just to land up back where he begun

And some old man, ripped and tattered, torn
Sticks his head up from the swarm
And points a bony finger
Like a cocked and loaded gun

He says now will you look at that
Old Yellowjacket's back
A fool he was for thinking he could hide away forever

He's the cat who said it best
You can't get honey from a hornet's nest
There's just a thing that stings and stays with you from this day ever after

Hey man!
This ain't no coincidence
This ain't no accidental variance
This is the manifest
A procession down that rusty mortal coil

This is the pile-driving epiphany
The congealing sludge of destiny
Listen closely you can hear that big wheel rolling sonny-boy

So from the old man at the legion home
Orange draft and wheezing cough
Face is filled in verrucas
And cataracts and [?]

To the spike-healed wobble trailer-trash
And the girls beneath the overpass
All pasty-faced and bodies crushed in leather bondage gear

And from every cranny in between
That looks out into the street
Warm assembles, tight and frantic
Buzzing in your ear

And at the bottom of a three-card draw
Some fool in a mackintosh
Steps up to hear the judgement
Of a jury of his peers

They say now will you look at that
Old Yellowjacket's back
Tie him to the whipping post
And call down man and brother

Just when you thought the worst was past
You're right back in the hornet's nest
Time and time again that circle just keeps turning over

I say now will you look at that
Old Yellowjacket's back
A fool he was for thinking he could hide away forever

He's the cat who said it best
You can't get honey from a hornet's nest
There's just a thing that stings and stays with you from this day ever after

Time and time again that circle just keeps turning over
There's just a thing that stings and stays with you from this day ever after
Time and time again that circle just keeps turning over.

[The Littlest Ubermensch]

Rites of Spring - End On End

I've had days of end on end
Where nothing changed cause nothing began.
Restless movement in an empty room,
Gathering shadows of a darkened blue.
And oh- it feels so strange- when it comes again.
Cycles of end on end, edges begin to blend, time
Following time, a pattern becomes defined.
I had a feeling from end to end.
Tried to catch it before it started again.
Pushed it away to force a laugh,
But inside I didn't have the breath.
And oh-it feels so strange – when it comes again.
But I've got it now,
I've got the rhythm down.
Cycles of end on end.
But if one wave stops, another begins.
End on end on end on end on end on end on end on end on
end on end on end on end on end on end on end on
end.

[Payne]

"Obama" : Motorhead

Ain't a hope in hell,
Nothing's gonna bring us down,
The way we fly,
Five miles off the ground,
Because we shoot to kill,
And you know we always will,
It's Obama
Scream a thousand miles,
Feel the black death rising moan,
Firestorm coming closer,
Napalm to the bone,
Because, you know we do it right,
A mission every night,
It's Obama.

No night fighter,
Gonna stop us getting through,
The sirens make you shiver,
You bet my aim is true,
Because, you know we aim to please,
Bring you to your knees,
It's Obama.

[LMNO]

Motorhead?  Srsly?

[AFK]

I believe the original is "He's A Bomber" or something similar. 

[Payne]

 

Obama has reached back in time to affect culture then too!

I dunno why I had Bomber playing, but I did, and became convinced they were singing "It's Obama!"

~~~Payne: Not really a Motorhead fan.

[AFK]

Now Lemmy would make a great President.

[Cain]

Saul Williams - Act III, Scene 2 (Shakespeare)


This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships
To all the kids who download this song for free
By any means
To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams
All the kids watching TV like, "Yo, I wish that was me."
And all the kids pressing rewind on Let's Get Free
I hear you
To all the people within the sound of my voice

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
Shakespeare
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line

I didn't vote for this state of affairs
My emotional state's got me prostrate, fearing my fears
In all reality I'm under prepared
'Cause I'm ready for war but not sure if I'm ready to care
And that's why I'm under prepared
'Cause I'm ready to fight
But most fights got me fighting back tears
'Cause the truth is really I'm scared
Not scared of the truth
But just scared of the length you'll go to fight it
I tried to hold my tongue, son
I tried to bite it
I'm not trying to start a riot or incite it
'Cause Brutus is an honorable man
It's just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land
And this one goes out to my man
taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand
then gets home and no one flinches when he can't feed his fam
But Brutus is an honorable man

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
Shakespeare
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line

If you have tears prepare to shed them now
For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones
A machete in the heady, Hutu, Tutsi, Leone
An Afghani in a shanty, doodle dandy yank on
An Iraqi in Gap khaki, Coca Coma come on
Be ye bishop or pawn
In the streets or the lawn
You should know that these example could go on and on and
What since does it make to keep your ears to the street
As long as oils in the soil, truth is never concrete
So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet
'Cause the laws to which we're loyal keep the soil deplete
It's our job to not let history repeat

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
Shakespeare
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
Shakespeare
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
Shakespeare
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line

So here's the plan
The ides of march are always at hand
And when the power hungry strike
They strike the poorest of man
And if you dare put up a fight
They'll come and fight for your land
And they'll call it liberation or salvation
A call to the youth
Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose
But the power of your voice could redirect any truth
Shift and shape the world you want
And keep your fears in a noose
Let them dangle from a banner star spangled
I'm willing and able
To lift my dreams up out of their cradle
Nurse and nurture my ideals
'Til they're much more than a fable
I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to
And I won't be a slave to
What authorities say do
My desire to live within a nation on fire
Where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher
Where no person is addicted top some twisted supplier
Who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer
We demand a truth naturally at one with the land
Not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand
Or a search for any weapons we let fall from our hands
I got beats and a plan
I'mma do what I can
And what you do is question everything they say do
Every goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you
If they ask you to believe it question whether it's true
If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you?
You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun
Warfare ain't humanitarian
You're scaring me, son
Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?
Why not fight for our own healthcare and our education?
And instead, invest in that erasable lead
'Cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead
And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads
Or nevermind, said the shotgun to the head

[Micro Ice]

"I kind of liked it your way,
How you shyly placed your eyes on me,
but did you ever know,
I had my eyes on you?"