Principia Discordia

Name your favorite small chunk of lyrics or poetry. Just looking for a couple of lines or so.

My favorite lyrics:

Quote from: Live - White, Discussion
When the final sunset rolls behind the Earth
And the clock is finally dead

(This band normally blows chunks, especially in their new ultra-Christian mode, but this couplet FTW.)

It's not a lyric, but someone should definitely mix an MP3 of it:

Quote from: The Master from BtVSThe humans, with thier pledian minds, have given us a truly demonic concept: Mass Production!

53rd incarnation of this thread.

ugh.

but here's mine, for the moment:

Sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when I said
I,Äôd like to smash every tooth in your head.
Oh sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when I said
By rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed.

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MY FAVORITE IS "SPLUIT YOUR NUTSACK OPEN WITH A CLAWHMMAER
yeah!@

Enveloped in a sentiment,
a sound that rushes over me.
Engage an impulse to pretend
I have a faith as pure.
Not forgetting what it means to dream.
Indulging everything.
Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength
of those I yearn to be.
Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.
Reckless thoughts survive.
Anachronistic and impulsive.

-Vnv Nation, "Legion"

RIP OFF YOU R SCROTE WITH A CLAW HAMMER!

Quote from: East Coast Hustle53rd incarnation of this thread.

ugh.

but here's mine, for the moment:

Sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when I said
I,Äôd like to smash every tooth in your head.
Oh sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when I said
By rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed.

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and now you know how joan of arc felt  :wink:

"BARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRF!"

Butthole Surfers, Lady Sniff.

Quote from: The DoctorEnveloped in a sentiment,
a sound that rushes over me.
Engage an impulse to pretend
I have a faith as pure.
Not forgetting what it means to dream.
Indulging everything.
Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength
of those I yearn to be.
Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.
Reckless thoughts survive.
Anachronistic and impulsive.

-Vnv Nation, "Legion"

VNV Nation sucks almost as bad as Dead Can Dance.

please, KYSFTB.

for the children.

8)

Quote from: Pope T.Mangrove xvii

Quote from: East Coast Hustle53rd incarnation of this thread.

ugh.

but here's mine, for the moment:

Sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when I said
I,Äôd like to smash every tooth in your head.
Oh sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when I said
By rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed.

8)

and now you know how joan of arc felt  :wink:

yeah, I hate it when my megadrive melts.

8)

"Eminem's got a cuss in his raps to sell records.  Well, me too, so fuck Will Smth."

"That don't rhyme."

"Drats"

-Bloodhound Gang, Strictly for the Tardcore.

ghostface - verse 1 off 'nutmeg'
(something like this)

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
P-Tone stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it - "Lord forgive me", Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf
at times, Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

I'm going to see Ghostface and Swollen Members this friday.

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Rollins Band, "Liar"

I'll hide behind a smile and understanding eyes
And I'll tell you things that you already know so you can say:
"I really identify with you, so much"
And all the time that you're needing me
Is just the time that I'm bleeding you
Don't you get it yet?
I'll come to you like an affliction
Then I'll leave you like an addiction
You'll never forget me... you wanna know why?

Cause I'm a liar, yeah
I'm a liar
I'll tear your mind up, I'll burn your soul
I'll turn you into me, I'll turn you into me
'cause I'm a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar...

Either my current sig, which is Comfort Eagle by Cake, or The Hardest Button to Button, by the White Stripes.

Now its easy when you dont know better
You think its sleazy?
Then put it in a short letter
We keep warm
But theres just something wrong when you
Just feel like youre the hardest little button
To button
I had opinions
That didnt matter
I had a brain
That felt like pancake batter

Or possibly someting else

At this exact moment, my favorite song is "And She Was" by the Talking Heads.
But it's subject to change very shortly.

And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
She's making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbor's house
Now she's starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes

The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was

And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard

She was glad about it... no doubt about it
She isn't sure where she's gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what she's done
And she was

And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
She's moving out in all directions

Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)

Minutemen, "If Reagan Played Disco"

If
If Reagan played disco
He'd shoot it to shit
You can't disco
In jack boots.

On
On a white horse
He'd sing lame lyrics
And try to reach
The working man.

"You've got to burn to shine..." - A3, "Woke Up This Mornin'"

(I recommend the entire album for folks who are into that sort of thing.  I'm too lazy to hunt down their other work, but I have and love "Exile on Coldharbour Lane".)

There once was a song called "Arrest The President."
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit,
But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list.
The cool kids were all rocking votes,
I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop. [Booyea!]

On my soap box yelling into megaphones.
Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches
The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.
My pedestal was too tall to climb off,
In fact that's the reason for the high horse.
And from up here I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest;
Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,
All for the sake of military recruitment.
It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,
I galloped off whistling "Ohio."
The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.
What would they die for? (repeat)
Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs?
Clogging up the property that I bought with eyesores?

That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from minimum wage labor;
I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks,
She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.
What would she die for?
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.

Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,
It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.
The West Memphis 3 lost paradise,
It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.
All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution.
Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.
If they could sell sanity in a bottle
They'd be charging for compressed air,
And marketing healthcare.
They demonize welfare,
Middle class eliminated,
Rich get richer til the poor get educated.

But some of y'all still haven,Äôt grown into your face,
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,
You're all, "Give me ethnicity or give me dreads."
Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
Cause when push turns to shove
You jump into your forefathers arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system,
Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.
The briefcase (the freebase)
The sickness (the symptom)
When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!
The briefcase (the freebase)
The sickness (the symptoms)
When the cameras start rollin'...
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.

Mr. Save The World, spare us the details,
Save the females from losing interest.
And Miss Save The Universe,
You're a damsel in distress,
Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.
Generalize my disease,
I need a taste of what it's like.
Living off the fat of kings,
I play the scab at your hunger strike.
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.

One love, one life, one too many victims.
Republicrat, Democran, one party system.
Media goes in a frenzy,
They're stripped of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,
When the music,Äôs dead, I'll have Ted Nugent,Äôs head hangin' on my wall.
Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.
With some friendly fire, that,Äôs a funny term, like civil war.

Six in the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.
The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavored food made of mutated hybrids.
Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad.
It fucks you up good, but its not that bad.
They hold on to these tales till it's the dog that wags.
God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.

Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?
Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about the global war,
But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.

They call the shots
(but they're not in the line of fire).
I call the cops
(but they're breakin the line of duty).
Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority.
The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story.

So look for truth, quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors.
You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfuckin' brothers and sisters.

Cause they don't call the shots
(but they're in the line of fire).
I'd like to call the cops
(but they're breakin' the line of duty).
It's time to call a stop
(To the abuse of authority).
The truth keeps calling me
And I'ma live to tell the story.


[Meadow superstar
That is what you are
Coming from a farm
Reaching with your arm
Come away with me
To another ranch
We can rely on a tree-branch
(Greeting is on)]

The Zero Effect is some nice Bridgebuilder for Crime Investigation.
But its more a book with sheets then a good lyric.
Misstra know it all is a fine one maybe some of you BOYZ can learn from this lyrics.
But the best Lyrics and ryhmes make my uncle from germany =)

this is a good one too.......

Dan Bern - One Dance
Song Lyrics
Because I love you
I get tongue tied around you
I never say smart stuff around you
I never say anything around you
That makes you want to be with me
So, because I love you
I will never be with you

There's plenty other people
Who I always find the words for
That I have the sweet gift of gab for
That I'm magical and good for
Who because I do not love them
Always want to be with me

Everything I say is true
So there's nothing we can do
Then what the Hell I'll say to you
Let me have one dance with you

I recognize the look
In my eyes when I see you
It's the look of one who loves you
Who wants nothing except to be with you
It is not the look that often
Gets returned in kind

Same old tales ain't nothing new
What the Hell's a soul to do
But maybe you can help me through
Giving me one dance with you
One dance with you

Why do all the rules I make
About how to act around other people
Like don't write them private notes
Trying to explain your foolish actions
Like not hanging around
For hours after it's obvious
That your presence ain't desired
Like names are not important
So if someone forgets your name
They're forgetting something intangible
That has nothing to do with you
So it's stupid to feel bad
If someone forgets your name
Why do all the rules I make
About how to act around other people
Always fall by the wayside
When I get around you

There ain't no more carrot stew
That old sky ain't never blue
That's a lie but this is true
All I want's one dance with you
My bed's unmade
My stuff's askew
I ain't heard the dumbest clue
I just want to squeeze on through
By getting one more dance with you
Stick it while there's still some glue
Move that stuff while there's a crew
Before I stumble someplace new
Let me have one dance with you

i like anything johnny cash sang, especially this one. hank williams wrote it, but johnny sang it better.


I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry

I hear that lonesome whippoorwill
She sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Did you ever see a night so long
As time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hang his head and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
It's cos he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I'm so lonesome I could cry

Johnny Cash FTW!



LMNO
-Will probably see the Johnny Cash movie, even though he knows it will piss him off royally.

Quote from: One-Eyed Thayne Mageei like anything johnny cash sang, especially this one. hank williams wrote it, but johnny sang it better.


I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry

I hear that lonesome whippoorwill
She sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Did you ever see a night so long
As time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hang his head and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
It's cos he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I'm so lonesome I could cry

Let us not forget that Nick Cave sings backup on this song with Mr. Cash.

ha!

BUSTED!!!!!

:lol:

You think you know, but you have no idea...

Quote from: eroticYou think you know, but you have no idea...

Well, since he's a mod now, can't he just look at the IP  :?

Good point.

Well?

Is true.

Enrico is Nick Cave.

(http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/812/nick6ny.jpg) (http://imageshack.us)

Quote from: Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy

Quote from: eroticYou think you know, but you have no idea...

Well, since he's a mod now, can't he just look at the IP  :?

what's the fun in that?

fluffy thinks it is much more fun
to speculate wildly about everyone's secret identity

for instance
enrico is really horab with a spell checker!
think about it

mumble, mumble, mumble :wink:

Quote from: fluffy

Quote from: Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy

Quote from: eroticYou think you know, but you have no idea...

Well, since he's a mod now, can't he just look at the IP  :?

what's the fun in that?

fluffy thinks it is much more fun
to speculate wildly about everyone's secret identity

for instance
enrico is really horab with a spell checker!
think about it

this is correct. I don't really want to KNOW who Enrico is, so much as I want to suspect people of being Enrico. checking the IP would ruin all the fun.

ECH,
thinks he really does know, though

8)

Is like the glee of accusing people of being Eric.

By the way, who is Eric today?

Today, fluffy is Eric.

Quote from: fluffy

Quote from: Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy

Quote from: eroticYou think you know, but you have no idea...

Well, since he's a mod now, can't he just look at the IP  :?

what's the fun in that?

fluffy thinks it is much more fun
to speculate wildly about everyone's secret identity

for instance
enrico is really horab with a spell checker!
think about it

naw i'd write enrico much better than enrico can write enrico.

Hugh doesn't like to peek to see who the alts are, either.

Today, Enrico is LMNO.

yesterday, Enrico was The Mgt.

day before, Enrico was Hugh, and before that, Hoshiko.

8)

I'm eric?





Hey, ECH, do you have a little sister?

Quote from: Horab Fibslager

Quote from: fluffy

Quote from: Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy

Quote from: eroticYou think you know, but you have no idea...

Well, since he's a mod now, can't he just look at the IP  :?

what's the fun in that?

fluffy thinks it is much more fun
to speculate wildly about everyone's secret identity

for instance
enrico is really horab with a spell checker!
think about it

naw i'd write enrico much better than enrico can write enrico.

Aw, this hurts Enr!co in the pit of his wormy brown heart.  How can you slip into this greasy skin and be a better Enr!co than Enr!co?  How can it be done?

Were you there when he caught his zim-bag in the jaws of a button remover when he was six years old?  Were you there when he continued to get his zim-bag caught the next thirty-four times?  Enr!co thinks not.

Were you there the third time Enr!co made whoopy and his cousin Grettabon referred to his little man as Herv?© Villechaize?  Were you there when rumor spread like herpes and Enr!co was taunted everywhere he went with calls of "Look boss, ze plane, ze plane!"  Enr!co thinks not.

Were you there when Enr!co was captured by military junta on the sea, forced to dress as Howdy Doody and made to walk the plank?  Only to discover that the plank led to a tunnel which dropped Enr!co onto the set of an extreme game show he had to fight his way out of?  Enr!co thinks not.

Were you there when Enr!co first landed on North American soil and began to work his way up to the bottom?  Were you there when he got his job at Blockbuster Video and discovered that the documentary Michael Moore made about Enr!co entitled Leather Queen:  The Disco Days of A Salazorian ExPat didn't exist and that Enr!co had been interviewed for an episode of Punk'd?  Enr!co thinks not.

Where you there when Enr!co found out the episode of Punk'd would never air and wept like a baby into Ann Coultor's arms until the tears began to make the plastic on her flesh bubble?  Enr!co thinks not.

Were you there two weeks ago when Enr!co was lynched by his neighbors?  Actually, somehow Enr!co suspects you were.

The Book of Job as interpereted by Enrico.

:lol:

:mrgreen:

The Land of Plenty - Leonard Cohen


Don't really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I don't know why I come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you.

For the millions in a prison,
That wealth has set apart
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart.

For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey -
For what's left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I know I said I'd meet you,
I'd meet you at the store,
But I can't buy it, baby.
I can't buy it anymore.

And I don't really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I don't know why I come here,
knowing as I do,
what you really think of me,
what I really think of you.

For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For what's left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

L-Co is the fucking MAN, yo!

Kate is Great by The Bouncing Souls:

I used to have home with a room and a bed
a porch and a driveway with a big garage
but i traded it in
I kept some faith
and laid my head down every night
and it seems so far away
seems so far away...

remember me now
cuz things always change
5 long years are gone
i've done some time
sleeping where i fall
i know i'll never be the same

I learned somethings about the places i saw
i learned something about myself
i guess it came the hard way - now i know what counts
i've got one prayer it's in your confidence
i know all the places i don't want to be
everyone's gone there'e no one - just me

remember me now
cuz things always change
5 long years are gone
i've done some time
sleeping where i fall
i know i'll never be the same

remember me next time i go away
for the first time in my life i wanna stay
i can count one hand here today
the only thing that matters to me anyway
and it seems so far away
seems so far away...

remember me now
cuz things always change
5 long years are gone
i've done some time
sleeping where i fall
i know i'll never be the same

8)

I love the Cohen.

Me, too. Last night was Cohen Night - I listened to everything he ever recorded I think.

I think my favorite album is Variosu Postions from (i think) '84 . . . I like all his stuff, but I really like his 80s stuff.

Yeah, the stuff from the 60's is also great, but his distinctive style wasn't as developed yet, I think. The 80's stuff just rocks. I like Various Positions and I'm Your Man equally well - it all depends on what mood I'm in at the moment. Ten New Songs is also great.

I haven't heard that one yet, I've heard both good and bad from people I know . . . I'll borrow it this wekend and take a listen.

My favourite Cohen song, though, is Famous Blue Raincoat - it gives me the chills.

My favorite at the moment is this one below, or else it's By the Rivers Dark, or Else it's Waiting for the Miracle or Tower of Song.

Take This Waltz

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is

That's actually my second fave . . . now I will be singing "Ay ay ay ay" all morning.

there's so many poems and songs...!

umm, from Whistling In The Dark (http://www.tmbw.net/wiki/index.php/Lyrics:Whistling_In_The_Dark):
There's only one thing that I know how to do well
And I've often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And that's be you,
Be what you're like,
Be like yourself,
And so I'm having a wonderful time
But I'd rather be whistling in the dark

from Creeque Alley...
Zally said, "Denny, you know there aren't many
Who can sing a song the way that you do; let's go south."
Denny said, "Zally, golly, don't you think that I wish
I could play guitar like you."

from, um, poetry...i often tell a certain poem to myself over and over again when im trying not to think about anything, and it starts out, "A man of words but not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds." and sometimes i write that first part over and over.

i also say the poem thing willy wonka says in the tunnel to myself sometimes (there's no earthly way of knowing, which direction we are going, there's no knowing where we're rowing...)

This one reminds me of some of the people here:

Some say you're a troubled boy
Just because you like to destroy
All the things that bring the idiots joy
Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?

-Franz Ferdinand, 'The Fallen'

8)

Pink Floyd - A Great Day For Freedom

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
As nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitted residue slipped away...slipped away

Led Zeppelin - No Quarter

Close the doors, put out the light
You know they won't be home tonight
The snow falls hard and don't you know
The winds of Thor are blowing cold
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path where no-one goes
They hold no quarter,
They ask no quarter.

Walking side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path that no one goes
They hold no quarter, they ask no quarter

Led Zeppelin - No Quarter is one of our favorites :wink:

that is a great song.

I'm listening to Clutch - Mice and Gods

8)

Now, time some poetry. Alcaeus' number 6 to be exact.  It doesnt seem to have a name, but its a good example of his Sapphic poetry, being more intact then most of his writings.

....men of Lesbos founded
this precinct, large and conspicous,
common to all, and in it set
altars of the blessed immortals;

And Zeus they titled God of Supplicants,
and you they called Aioloan, Glorious Goddess,
Mother of All, and this third one here
they named Kemelios,

Dionysos, devourer of raw flesh.  Come,
with friendly spirit listen
to our prayer, and from these hardships
and the pangs of exile deliver us.

But let the son of Hyrrhas be pursued
by those men's avenging Fury, since once we swore
wit solemn sacrafice
never to betray a single comrade of ours,

but either to lie clothed in earth,
dead at the hands of men who at the time got the mastery,
or else, by killing them,
to deliver the people from their sufferings.

But those things Pittakos did not take
to heart; without compunction
he trampled his oaths underfoot
and now he devours our city....

Idlwewild - Love Steals Us From Loneliness

Every step takes a beat of your heart
Through a city that's falling apart
On a night that rises and clears
In a sky that's clouded by years
My anger is a form of madness
So I'd rather have hope than sadness
And you said something
You said something stupid like
Love steals us from loneliness
Happy birthday
Are you lonely yet?

I misplaced your face in the shape of a smile
On a night that could never surprise me
Don't tell me you're afraid of the past
It's only the future that didn't last
You're kidding yourself, kidding yourself
You're going nowhere and you're going there fast

And you said something
You said something stupid like
Love steals us from loneliness
Happy birthday
Are you lonely yet?

You said something
You said something stupid like
Love won't shield us from loneliness
Happy birthday

You said something
You said something stupid like
Love steals us from loneliness
Happy birthday
Are you lonely yet?
Are you lonely yet?
Are you lonely yet?
Are you lonely yet?

This was written by someone with a very luciferific sentiment, you could say. I'm often left wanting to quote sections of it to certain people but sadly there's nothing explicit about the subject matter so it's one of things you have to post whole.

Filter ~ The Missing

Hey god told us that we made, a very big sin
You don't know where, to begin
He says turn the other cheek
but that seems kind of weak
I just wanna beat up, beat up the meek

He says you be a better man, if you'd stick with the plan
But I don't think I can, not with that kind of man

You love to be cruel
You love to be cruel
I'm not a good tool
Cauz you love to be cruel

What now? The cross has been greased
but I don't feel the heat nor the peace in the street
everybody feels it
So just bury it in the pit
with the best of the sick
ideological shit

You love to be cruel
You love to be cruel
I'm not a good tool
Cauz you love to be cruel

You love to be cruel
You love to be cruel
You love to be cruel

Another from Alcaeus

....disgracing those who commit unjust acts...
...throw a noose about
their necks.......with stoning....

...it would have been much better for the Achaians
if they had put to death the man who had wronged the gods;
in that way, while sailing past Aigai,
they would have met with gentler sea.

But in the temple the daughter of Priam
was embracing the statue of Athena,
giver of booty in abundance, her hand on its chin,
while the enemy occupied the city...

...and Deiphobos too
they killed, and wailing from the wall
rose up, and childrens cries
filled the Dardanian plain.

And Ajax came in the grip of ruinous madness
into the temple of chaste Pallas, who
to sacreligious mortals is by nature
most terrible of all the blessed gods;

and laying hold of the maiden with both hands
as she stood by the holy statue
he outraged her, that man from Lokros, and felt no fear
of Zeus's daughter, giver of war,

...but she, frowning fearsomely...
...livid with anger, over the wine-dark
sea came darting, and out of nowhere
suddenly stirred up gales....
------------------------

Another poem referring to the kinstrife of Mytilene, drawing an analogy between the fate of Ajax and the deserved fate of the Tyrant of Mytilene, the oath-breaker who sent Alcaeus into exile.

The Who - Wont Get Fooled Again

We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie

Do ya

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

TEH WHO = TEH R0X0RZ!!!!!1111ONEONEONE!!!11

Tom Waits needs to be brought into this. Here's one of my faves, these lyrics are phenomenal.

God's Away on Business

I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby
For a buck, for a buck
If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
You're out of luck, you're out of luck

The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking
There's leak, there's leak,
In the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away,
God's away on Business. Business.

Digging up the dead with a shovel and a pick
It's a job, it's a job
Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob

It's all over, it's all over, it's all over
There's a lick, there's a lick,
In the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.

Goddamn ther's always such
A big temptation
To be good, To be good
Tere's always free cheddar in
A mousetrap, baby
It's a deal, it's a deal
God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.

I narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby,
Let her ring, let her ring
God's away, God's away,
God's away on Business.
Business...

Also, I have to add these little gems:

"It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love."
David Bowie, Station to Station

"You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time."
Bob Marley, Get Up Stand Up

"Fick mich, du miserabler hurensohn
Streck ihn aus, streck aus deinen
Heissen gelockten
Schwanz
Ah-ee-ahee-ahhhhh!
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches schwein
Bis es spritzt, spritzt,
Spritzt, spritzt
Feuer!
Bis es spritzt, spritzt,
Spritzt, spritzt
Feuer!
Aber beklecker nicht
Das sofa, sofa!"
Frank Zappa, Joe's Garage

Quote from: TootsTom Waits needs to be brought into this. Here's one of my faves, these lyrics are phenomenal.

God's Away on Business

I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby
For a buck, for a buck
If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
You're out of luck, you're out of luck

The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking
There's leak, there's leak,
In the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away,
God's away on Business. Business.

Digging up the dead with a shovel and a pick
It's a job, it's a job
Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob

It's all over, it's all over, it's all over
There's a lick, there's a lick,
In the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.

Goddamn ther's always such
A big temptation
To be good, To be good
Tere's always free cheddar in
A mousetrap, baby
It's a deal, it's a deal
God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.

I narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby,
Let her ring, let her ring
God's away, God's away,
God's away on Business.
Business...

Tom Waits would fucking anyone.

Devo - Plain Truth

Who are you, and who am I
except a couple of people
wasting lots of time
Worrying about the future
forever asking why
some people go on living
while others die before their time
Yet there's never been a reason
Whatever is is right
if only just because
its much too big a fight
Like the painter who is way ahead
or worse still far behind
You only punch yourself out
when you start swinging blind

These are the things too often gone unsaid
These are the things too often gone unsaid
These are the things that keep
You better off than dead
These are the things that keep running through your head
Woo oooo
These are the things too often gone unsaid

Who are you and who am I
Except a couple of people
with nothing else to do
but follow vain obsessions
making gestures towards the truth
while trying to ignore it
when its convenient to
The symbols we believe in
sometimes turn inside out
reshaping each dimension
were so sure about
Dreams get so frustrated
fantasies turn pranks
a simple ounce of common sense
is money in the bank.

These are the things too often gone unsaid
These are the things too often gone unsaid
These are the things that keep
You better off than dead
These are the things that keep running through your head
Woo oooo
These are the things too often gone unsaid

Therapy? - Knives

My girlfriend says - That I need help
My boyfriend says - I'd be better off dead
I'm gonna get drunk!
Come round and fuck you up!
I'm gonna get drunk!
Come round and fuck you up!
And you can't help my life
But you can hide... the knives

My girlfriend says - That I'm confused
My boyfriend says - That I'm bad news
All people are shit!
Bad trip tattoed on my brain!
All people are shit!
Bad trip tattoed on my brain!
And you can't help my life
But you can hide...

I wanna crawl up inside you and die
I wanna crawl up inside you and die
I wanna crawl up inside you and die
I wanna crawl up inside you and die
And you can't help my life
But you can hide the knives
And you can't help my life
But you can hide... the knives

Idlewild - In Remote Pt 1./Scottish Fiction

(In Remote Part)

In the beginning, there were answers
Then they came along and changed
All these questions and their answers seem to change

So I'll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart
When nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start

We stop in every passing place
To watch the world move faster than we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed
The way we usually choose to

So I'll wait 'till I find the remote part of your heart
When nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
And even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
We call it confusion in the best way possible

(Scottish Fiction)

It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a red road rage,
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge

Scottish friction, Scottish fiction

It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security can keep you in purity?
You will not shake us off
Above or below

Scottish friction, Scottish fiction

Nile-Masturbating the War god

Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadows
in the dimly lit Temple of Anhur
as we count the dead and vanquished
by hacking off their phalluses and piling the severed hands
before the living stone image of the God
The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated
kneel in hopeless aquiescence
as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serve
our father Anhur
Yea we impale them on the massive stone member
of the Ithyphallic War God until
the backs of their throats are torn out
and their bowels are ripped apart
One by one we force the female captives the serve the Ahati
until the Gods legs are awash with blood
and his phallus drips with red and black gore
Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m aba neth Anhur
We lay our Bloodstained weapons of Iron
on the Altar of Anhur
and His Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies
Like as unto Menthu we have become Ithyphallic
The mighty Sekhmet is with us

Sekhmet would fucking anybody.  :roll:

My favourite poem has always been Charge of the Light brigade by Tennyson. Always reminds me of folly, bloody mindedness and a suicidal devotion to a stupid idea. But on the other hand reminds me of courage and teaches me something about Humanity.




HALF a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

You sick.

Parlaiment

"swimming past a clock with it's hands behind it's back"

Primus - Tommy the Cat

"I remember as if it were a meal ago"

Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter
may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat
had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel
of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban
predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare
occasion such as this that he did.

"She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot
biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in
even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those
days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double,
even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the
delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were
known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of
masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was
O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended)
but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into
the heart of the alley. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin'
for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my
name and I say unto thee...

Say baby do you wanna lay down by me
Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side"

Shai Hulud - Profound Hatred Of Man

If these hands would only kill.
They'd cleanse the world with its own blood.
They'd cleanse the world, if these hands would only kill.
These hand should cleanse your soul of the lust and the greed of this world.
And they call me a fool as they do so well.
Destroy the morality none have known for so long if ever at all
And I would lay down my life to birth a new generation of a righteous culture.
To a people I could proudly love and cherish.
For that's all I've ever asked for and been deprived of.
Not a tear for those of flesh
Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself.
Not a minute more of degeneration.
Words cannot express my disappointment.
Words cannot express my disapproval.
So I hate.
I hate a world that's capable of triumph.
Do I stand idly by and let this world disintegrate.
This world will pass away, and my emotions with it.
Why should I strive for acceptance and peace of mind.
A Profound Hatred of Man


Before Emo ruined hardcore.

yeah, Shai Hulud was pretty good.

I saw them once opening for Himsa (who I hate, alot) and they stole the show right out from under that little bastard John Pettibone.

Here's something from one of my favorite bands, My Dying Bride.
This is the title song to their 2001 release.  A good album for anyone unfamiliar with the band to check out.  They are a kind of death/doom metal band.  Kind of like the musical equivalent of an Anne Rice novel.  

QuoteThe Dreadful Hours

Mother will you take me down?
I have become so afraid
Mother please, please take me down
Sorry, your boy is not brave

Child just hold on. Night will soon be gone
Sleep if you can. But watch your father's hand

We do not want you. No-body loves you
Father of the dark. Tonight will greet you

God in heaven, can you hear me
Help me Oh Lord. They're coming for me
Mother warned me. Father scorned me
Oh my God No. Now I hear him

I claim your life on this night
within sight of your own God

The silence, the waiting then the pain
Oh child, sleep will be here soon
Your life has only ever been shame
And so young boy, my hand brings doom

Child, won't you awake. Father has gone
Child, please come awake. Please my tiny son

Walking women want to see
The Southern Cross at night
And so they set aside a sock
And tie their laces tight.

Yes, mournful is the melody
That echoes in their heads
Without a beat they march along
Believing Bach is dead.

-The Residents, "Bach is Dead"

Public Image Limited (johhny rotten)
What's it all about.

Whats ya gonna do when the river runs dry...
if all this worlds a cake then you took a big a slice...
no UFOs to save us-and do we really care...

what's it all about they scream and then they shout
don't ask me cause I don't know

don't blame me I told you so

the product in the packaging of multilayered glam
150 layers of materials to cover up a sham
protecting my planet wrap it in plastic
the package is product perfected eternal
a crap in a cling wrap
i never met yet a prime minister or president
who told the truth yet

kiss goodbye to the earth, the sun, the moon
it's easy to deceive a child

Get this band if you like opera, metal, and confusing lyrics.

Nightwish- Stargazers

A grand oasis in the vastness of gloom

Child of dew-spangled cobweb, Mother to the Moon

Constellations beholders of the 3rd vagrant

Theater for the play of life



Tragedienne of heavens

Watching the eyes of the night

Sailing the virgin oceans

A Planetride for Mother and Child



Floating upon the quiet hydrogen lakes

In this ambrosial merrry-go-round they will gaze

Ephemeral life touched by a billion-year-show

Separating the poet from the woe



[Repeat chorus]



Oracle of the Delfian Domine

Witness of Adam's frailty

Seer of the master prophecy

The stellar world her betrothed



Wanderers in cosmic caravan

Universal bond - The Starborn



A son in search for the truth

Following the pages of Almagest

Discovering the origin of dreams

Stargazers ride through the ancient realms



[Repeat chorus]

sorry, but Nightwish is giving My Chemical Romance a serious challenge for the title of "worst band EVAR!"

ECH,
suggests In Flames if you want a little existentialism in your melodic metal

Atmosphere - God Loves Ugly

Quotei wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
i live life like the captain of a sinking ship
the one thing that i can guarantee
i'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me
been payin dues for a decade plus,
before that i was just another face on the bus
tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio
dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies
oh mom, i promise im gonna be large
someday im gonna stop tryin to borrow your car
gonna go far, with charisma and skill
until they put my face on a million dollar bill
atmosphere, its just a ten letter word
discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird
and if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard
i think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured
caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix
im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek
its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak
you fuckin freak
now keep your days out my week
the world keeps a balance, through mathematics
defined by whatever youve added and subtracted
im pushin on the hammer, to trigger the brain
embrace how i live it, god loves ugly

"By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion.
There on the poplars we hung our harps,
for there our captors asked us for songs,
our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
How can we sing the songs of the Lord
while in a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.
Remember, O Lord, what the Edomites did
on the day Jerusalem fell
"Tear it down", they cried,
"tear it down to its foundations!"
O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destuction,
happy is he who repays you
for what you have done to us-
he who seizes your infants
and dashes them against the rocks."

-Psalm 137

It starts out really sad, but ends with smashing babies against rocks. WOW.

Here's my favorite song about the rivers of Babylon.

By the Rivers Dark
- Leonard Cohen -

By the rivers dark
I wandered on.
I lived my life
in Babylon.

And I did forget
My holy song:
And I had no strength
In Babylon.

By the rivers dark
Where I could not see
Who was waiting there
Who was hunting me.

And he cut my lip
And he cut my heart.
So I could not drink
From the river dark.

And he covered me,
And I saw within,
My lawless heart
And my wedding ring,

I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.

By the rivers dark
I panicked on.
I belonged at last
to Babylon.

Then he struck my heart
With a deadly force,
And he said, "This heart:
It is not yours."

And he gave the wind
My wedding ring;
And he circled us
With everything.

By the rivers dark,
In a wounded dawn,
I live my life
In Babylon.

Though I take my song
From a withered limb,
Both song and tree,
They sing for him.

Be the truth unsaid
And the blessing gone,
If I forget
My Babylon.

I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.

By the rivers dark,
Where it all goes on;
By the rivers dark
In Babylon.

That's awesome. I like just about anything that features Babylon, whether it's about the Rivers, the City, or the Great Whore. I think Babylon is one of the most potent living symbols in Imagination's repertoire, and it's an idea that I've been fixated on for quite some time.

Cool. Me too. I've done several paintings of the Whore of Babylon and I'm working on a series revolving around the goddess Inanna. Her myth is the first recorded story of dying and then rising from the dead and predates Jesus by a long shot.  Plus, when she comes back from the underworld, she is accompanied by zombies! I love that story.

Paintings, eh? I'd like to see them. I've been working on some Erisiana that showcases the Mother of Prostitutes and of the Abominations of the Earth. Unlike most Erisiana, it isn't intended to make people laugh. It involves Our Lady of Babylon, Eris Discordia, and the Statue of Liberty, all as symbols of Freedom and the Responsibility that comes with Freedom. I draw a lot of inspiration from the Bible, Aleister Crowley, and Discordianism, as well as other things. It's still lead though; not gold yet.

That sounds really neat. I'm not used to finding someone else with an interest in the Whore of Babylon. Are you planning to post and/or publish your work when you're done? I might post my paintings sometime, but first I have to find someone to take decent photos of them. None of my work is digital, so it has to be photographed and then scanned in.

And the Great Whore, who sitteth upon many waters, with whom the kings of the Earth have commited the sin of fornication and, drunk upon the wine of her fornication...

Meh, where is my memory?

Edit: Here it is. :oops:

"the great whore that sitteth upon many waters: with whom the kings of the earth have committed fornication, and the inhabitants of the earth have been made drunk with the wine of her fornication." (Rev. 17:1-2 KJV)

My bad. :oops:

At any rate, have you listened to Avenged Sevenfold-- Beast and the Harlot? I've listened to it so many times...

"Beast And The Harlot"

This shining city built of gold, a far cry from innocence,
There's more than meets the eye round here, look to the waters of the deep.
A city of evil.
There sat a seven-headed beast, ten horns raised from his head.
Symbolic woman sits on his throne, but hatred strips her and leaves her naked.
The Beast and the Harlot.

She's a dwelling place for demons.
She's a cage for every unclean spirit,
every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.

The city dressed in jewels and gold, fine linen, myrrh and pearls.
Her plagues will come all at once as her mourners watch her burn.
Destroyed in an hour.
Merchants and captains of the world, sailors, navigators too.
Will weep and morn this loss with her sins piled to the sky,
The Beast and the Harlot.

She's a dwelling place for demons.
She's a cage for every unclean spirit,
every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.

The day has come for all us sinners.
If you're not a servant, you'll be struck to the ground.
Flee the burning, greedy city.
Lookin' back on her to see there's nothing around.

I don't believe in fairytales and no one wants to go to hell.
We've made the wrong decision and it's easy to see.
Now if you wanna serve above or be a king below with us,
You're welcome to the city where your future is set forever.

She's a dwelling place for demons.
She's a cage for every unclean spirit,
every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.
[x2]

Avenged Sevenfold..I think I dig Bat Country so far, but haven't gotten into it so much, since it's hard to seek out music.

I need hi-speed internet.  Even without doing cost benefit analysis, I know I'd be saving more than thirty hours a month of my life if I had it.  

As for ECH: Nightwish is a pretty lame assed name, but I think the content helps it dodge that sort of dramatic naivete that I attribute to names like that.

Bat Country's alright, it ain't my favorite, though. And yes, if you don't have high speed, your life is being sucked away.

Tom Jones
"I Believe"

I believe for every drop of rain that falls
A flower grows,
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night
A candle glows,
I believe for everyone who goes astray,
Someone will come to show the way,
I believe, I believe.

I believe above the storm a smallest prayer
Will still be heard,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere
Hears every word,
Every time I hear a newborn baby cry,
Or touch a leaf, r see the sky,
Then I know why,
I believe.

Every time I hear a newborn baby cry,
Or touch a leaf, r see the sky,
Then I know why,
I believe.

8)

Tom Smith- Cthulhu Lite FM

It's a beautiful night, but the stars in the skies
Aren't nearly as bright as the light in my eyes,
I didn't take my Prozac again,
'Cause without it I see things beyond mortal ken.

Join with me in devout prayer, at midnight so deep,
'Cause once you know what's Out There, then you'll never sleep.
A million years ago, he first came,
He's changing my world, let me tell you his name --

   Dread Cthulhu, Elder God from the stars,
   If you see him and live, you'll hang out more in bars,
   The nastiest ocean god left,
   Like a mountain of sushi, pissed off at the chef.

   His geometry has corners with curves,
   And the roles that we're born for are slaves and hors-d'ouvres,
   Those Caribbean cruise plans you've made,
   Have got you putting yourself in a sea salt marinade.

All the tales of the power of the God of the Jews
Never mention a tower of tentacled ooze.
Confucianism, Buddhists, and Tao
Don't prepare you for things that suck the skin off a cow.

Still, he's one cautious god, and he's taking his time,
But after O.J., Newt, Rodman, and Prince, what's more slime?
He's got his flipper stuck in the door,
'Cause you see grosser stuff on Nintendo 64.

   Dread Cthulhu knew we fight if we're scared,
   So he made us so jaded that nobody cared.
   With clinic bombings, kids shot at school,
   And the W.B. Network -- hey, the Great Old One's cool.

   Dread Cthulhu knew the stars would be right
   To come back to the earth, so he's come back tonight.
   All your hope I don't want to crush,
   But to him, we're dead goldfish, and now it's time to flush.

       The F.B.I. waited for him to come,
       And now Scully's his priestess, and Mulder's her drum.
       A nuke only made him annoyed,
       So he banished our government to some nether void.

       The Chinese Army was one billion men,
       But just one hour later, he was hungry again;
       The Russians fell to madness and ooze,
       Although ironically Yeltsin went sane, and then swore off booze.

Now, the secrets that killed men who lowered their guards
Are collected by children on cool trading cards.
Cthulhu Crunch, part of this nutritious horror;
Visit Cthulhu-dot-com, but -- trust us -- use Explorer.

His love slaves are swarthy, and vile as can be:
Tammie Faye, Jen McCarthy, and Pamela Lee.
He rules the whole world from within,
But he's about to go public -- that's where I come in.

   Dread Cthulhu came to visit my dreams,
   'Cause he knew I could keep singing over the screams,
   Fingers snapping, pseudopods flaying,
   He'll let me live as long as I keep on playing.

   Dread Cthulhu, rising out of the sea,
   To devour the planet with biscuits and tea,
   Now we're at the end of the show,
   With six billion Human McNuggets, ordered to-go.

("I'd like to super-size that, please....")

Tom Smith > Biblical metal.

Quote from: BellaThat sounds really neat. I'm not used to finding someone else with an interest in the Whore of Babylon. Are you planning to post and/or publish your work when you're done? I might post my paintings sometime, but first I have to find someone to take decent photos of them. None of my work is digital, so it has to be photographed and then scanned in.

Publish? Dear no; I don't even know how that's done. I might post it, but I'm not sure where; when it's done (stuff like this is never really done) it'll probably be too long to post on a forum like this one. It may be possible to put it up in abbreviated form. We'll see what happens.

If you ever put photos of your paintings on the internet, definitely let me know. I collect pictures of the Whore of Babylon.

You can self-publish for free at www.lulu.com
And sure, if I get any of my paintings scanned, I'll totally let you know.

Say, have you seen Hugh or heard from him in awhile? :(

Hi LOu! :D

Yeah, St Hugh was online just the other day.  He's on vacation at the moment, but should be back real soon. How's everything with you? Are you home yet, or still in Iraq?

We have left our lives
We have left our land
We have left behind
All we understand
Now we must cry out
Yes, we must demand
That our children live
In a land that's low
Where the holes are deeper
Than light can go
Let them have not pride
But instead a soul
That can see the shame
Of the hands that glow

-The Residents, "the Hole Workers new Hymn", from Mark of the Mole.

Residents for the win.

Lagwagon - Rifle

QuoteI'm not the one who is pointing the finger, you hypocrite
we're not true enough to be part
but I speak of what I have learned
I haven't a flag to be burned

born wrong!

Descend upon us
you're only honest but are you an artist?
or just a preacher to those
who want to hate everything you told them to see
everything you told them to hear
we simply ask them to listen and express what we feel

born right!

rifle me!

playing on their sympathy
you're the one waving the flag
you're the one starting the war
we're not compromising or trying to conquer

She's just awful that way, isn't she?
The entire time I was painting her portrait all she did was brag brag brag about her thieving ways.

Hmm, if I didn't know any better I'd say someone deleted one of my posts...

It was a post pointing out that Hugh disappeared from here after he OWNED THE FUCK OUT OF HIMSELF in one of his rants.

Surely I am mistaken.

It was in this thread?

Uh oh. You can always ask The Mgt.
She made it so that she can see which mod does what nowadays.

Relax, It's right here:
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=3618&start=6513
Teh Modz didn't do anything wrong
.... this time.
mwahahahaha...
Mwahahahaha!
MWA-HAHAHA-HAHAHAHA!!

God, I'm a geek. :cry:

Nuh uh.........geeks don't say "mwahahahaha...
Mwahahahaha!
MWA-HAHAHA-HAHAHAHA!!"


Do they?




Crap, I'm a geek, too.  :cry:

You can't kill the metal
The metal will live on
Punk-Rock tried to kill the metal
But they failed, as they were smite to the ground
New-wave tried to kill the metal
But they failed, as they were stricken down to the ground
Grunge tried to kill the metal Ha,hahahahaha
They failed, as they were thrown to the ground
Aargh! yeah! [x2]

[Singing]

No-one can destroy the metal
The metal will strike you down with a vicious blow
We are the vanquished foes of the metal
We tried to win for why we do not know

New-wave tried to destroy the metal, but the metal had its way
Grunge then tried to dethrone the metal, but metal was in the way
Punk-rock tried to destroy the metal, but metal was much too strong
Techno tried to defile the metal, but techno was proven wrong
Yea!

Metal!
It comes from hell!

Quote from: Cain on January 24, 2007, 11:42:05 AM
You can't kill the metal
The metal will live on
Punk-Rock tried to kill the metal
But they failed, as they were smite to the ground
New-wave tried to kill the metal
But they failed, as they were stricken down to the ground
Grunge tried to kill the metal Ha,hahahahaha
They failed, as they were thrown to the ground
Aargh! yeah! [x2]

[Singing]

No-one can destroy the metal
The metal will strike you down with a vicious blow
We are the vanquished foes of the metal
We tried to win for why we do not know

New-wave tried to destroy the metal, but the metal had its way
Grunge then tried to dethrone the metal, but metal was in the way
Punk-rock tried to destroy the metal, but metal was much too strong
Techno tried to defile the metal, but techno was proven wrong
Yea!

Metal!
It comes from hell!

For the love of all that is holy, you must now proceed to tell me that that's a joke you made up.

Nope!  Its from the new Tenacious D album, and I'd say its one of the best songs on there.

Did you see them perform it on SNL?
It was awesome.

Ah right - that's fine then. It's just I could imagine this being a serious euro release.

and hunter - I saw him live less than a month ago  :mrgreen:

The metal was on the show (played by Lee) in a big metal suit with spikes. The other styles came after it, and the metal smashed them. Sweet shit.

Silly, your wonderfully decadant lifestyle fills me with rage.

I appreciate Tenacious D for the sole fact that they worked Ronnie James Dio into their movie. 

Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on January 24, 2007, 08:23:25 PM
I appreciate Tenacious D for the sole fact that they worked Ronnie James Dio into their movie. 

Dude wrote a mutherfuckin song about him - look for "ode to dio" I think it's called

It's just called Dio-


"Dio"

Dio has rocked for a long, long time,
Now it's time for him to pass the torch.
He has songs of wildebeests and angels,
He has soared on the wings of a demon.

It's time to pass the torch,
You're too old to rock, no more rockin' for you.
We're takin' you to a home,
But we will sing a song about you.

And we will make sure that you're very well taken care of.
You'll tell us secrets that you've learned. Raow!
Your sauce will mix with ours,
And we'll make a good goulash baby.
Dio, time to go!
You must give your cape and scepter to me.
And a smaller one for KG.
Go! Go! Dio! Dio!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RqZXMl0swI

Live video of the song added.

O my Lord,

If I worship you
From fear of hell, burn me in hell.

If I worship you
From hope of paradise, bar me from its gates.

But if I worship you
For Yourself alone, grant me then the beauty of Your face.

~ Rabi'a

"I'm way deep into nothing special
Riding the crest of a wave breaking just west of Hollywood"
-Steely Dan

The Who - You Better You Bet

You better you better you bet.
You better you better you bet.
You better you better you bet.
You better you better you bet.


I call you on the telephone my
voice too rough with cigarettes.
I sometimes feel I should just go home
but I'm dealing with a memory that never forgets

I love to hear you say my name
especially when you say yes
I got your body right now on my mind
but I drunk myself blind to the sound of old T-Rex,Mmmmm
To the sound of old T-Rex oh,and Who's Next

Chorus:

When I say I love you you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you you say you better
You better you better you bet
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you,cut you like a knife

I want those feeble minded axes overthrown
I'm not into your passport picture, I just like your nose
You welcome me with open arms and open legs
I know only fools have needs, but this one never begs

I don't really mind how much you love me
Ooh, a little is alright
When you say
come over and spend the night
Tonight
Tonight

Chorus:

When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you,cut you like a knife

I lay on the bed with you
We could make some book of records
Your dog keeps licking my nose
And chewing up all those letters
Saying "you better"

You better bet your life

You better love me, all the time now
You better shove me back into line now
You better love me, all the time now
You better shove me back into line now.

I showed up late one night
with a neon light for a Visa
But knowing I'm so eager to fight
can't make letting me in any easier

I know I been wearing crazy clothes
and I look pretty crappy sometimes
But my body feels so good
and I still sing a razor line everytime.

And when it comes to all night living
I know what I'm giving
I've got it all down to a tee
And it's free.

Chorus:

When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you scream you better,Ooooo!
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you scream you better
You better you better you bet


You better bet your life
Or love will cut you, just like a knife

Song lyrics are stupid.  Poems are stupid.  Words are stupid.

so is posting on message boards dude




Excuse you
MC Paul Barman

I make def tunes. Take from MF Doom and Jeff Koons. No
one left for the restrooms when I got on stage. I can rock
the mic to silence by Jon Cage with the arty flavor. I shoot
the gift like a party favor. Flip the script and makes it do
cartwheels. Feel smart, steal hearts and start meals with
chocolate. I drop gems like I got holes in my pockets.

Why talk? Heck. Oh shuck. I catches wreck like a
towtruck, silly kid. I'm iller than the Iliad and show more
than Shoah while you're so corny you've got to SOHCAHTOA.
PEMDAS EFX, the number one skirmisher. I'm in the house like
furniture, pessimist. I'll push the envelope off a precipice.
I push the envelope so hard, it goes, "Excuse you."

Take two and pass. Make you spin on your ass like a
green paint sprinkler on white grass. I'm rapping, son.
"You're not my Dad." If you think you think outside the box,
you're trapped in one. I'm advancing the art form. Depantsing
a fart storm. Some people don't like thinking. Guess it's too hard for them.

My dope duds don't touch soap suds. I keep it realer
than a rotoscope does. I keep it more Gully than Jonathon
Livingston.

Brag rhymes have no lag times: Acrostics, narratives,
Fibbonacci challenge poems, declarative palindromes,
manifestos. My five fans can attest, yo.

Coming soon? Morse Code, Origami, Kirigami, Krikigami.
issue harsher restraints. And if I had any rhythm maybe you'd finally faint.

The way I communicate can make a dang eunuch mate. I
write first person light verse in a white hearse and I'm the
ne plus ultra of B+ culture. My goal is to make you go, "Holy
frijoles! Jesus H. Christ," where "H." stands for "Holy crap." To boldly rap into the outer reaches. This doubter
teaches defining God as aligning a divining rod with a hot
chick's reclining bod. 'Cause life is fickle. Hellish.
Anemic. Sickle cellish. Dude. You'll get chopped up like
pickle relish.

And when we perish, we're--what's the term, dude?
"Worm food."

Worm food. Friends' memories fade. You're remembered by what
you've made. So I intertwine my mind and my rhymes in a
braid. I bungie jump into my grungy dump and come up with a
trust fundy dust bunny spongy clump.

I got a terry cloth towel, a very goth cowl
And when I wear it, I'm a hairy moth owl

Destruction leads to a very rough road but it also breeds creation- Red hot chili Peppers, Californication.

Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called 'go insane'
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple.

This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, i'm going too.
And I'm right here, no way to lose.
Release control, we're breaking through!

The Doors, Go insane

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that its now or never
Everybody knows that its me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when youve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black joes still pickin cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But theres gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows

Original lyrics

すばらしいチンチンもの
きんたまのかめある
それのおとはさるボボ
いいえ！忍者がいます
Hey hey！ Let's go けんかする！
体節の物 protect my balls！
僕が悪い so let's fighting！
Let's fighting love！
Let's fighting love！
この歌一寸ばか
訳がわあらない
英語がめちゃくちゃ
だいじょぶ？ We do it all the time！
Hey hey! Let's go けんかする！

English Translation

I have a great penis
And great pubic hair
Is that the sound of a monkey named Bobo?
No! It's a ninja!
Hey hey! Let's go fight!
It is important to protect my balls!
I am bad, so let's fighting...
Let's fighting love!
Let's fighting love!
This song is stupid
It makes no sense
Its English is bad
Is that OK? We do it all the time!
Hey hey! Let's go fight!


http://www.veoh.com/videos/v207598ThjxaRef?searchId=6379032903757659336&rank=0 (http://www.veoh.com/videos/v207598ThjxaRef?searchId=6379032903757659336&rank=0)

8)

OMG! This has to be the song jack black was singing about in 'Tribute'  :lulz:

I've always liked these lines:

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

/me squees at the Eliot reference.

Being German has the advantage of being able to read Nietzsche in his native language.
Being German has the disadvantage that, on an international level you tend to be the only one who can, so I'll guess I have to refrain from posting "Unter Feinden", one of my personal favourites.

Instead, Incubus - "Talk Shows on Mute"

Take a bow, pack on powder,
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights,
Pay an audience to care,
'Impress me' personality

Still and transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, Camera, Transaction

Quick, your time is almost up
Make 'em forget that they're the moth
Edging in, towards the flame,
Burn into obscurity

Still and transfix me
The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate
And judge you from the card castle
comfort of America

The foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say,
so much more
You're so much more
Endearing with the sound turned off.

Tool -The Pot
NIN -Only
William Blake -Marriage of Heaven an Hell

I would post the lyrics but I dont want to.

I don't care if nobody else understands.

Use Babelfish if you're that desperate.


椎名林檎　ー　ギブス

あなたはすぐに写真を撮りたがる
あたしは何時も其れを厭がるの
だって写真になっちゃえば
あたしが古くなるじゃない
あなたはすくに絶対などと云う
あたしは何時も其れを厭がるの
だって冷めてしまっちゃえば
其れすら嘘になるじゃない

Don't you think? I wanna be with you
此処に居て
ずっとずっとずっと
明日のことは判らない
だからぎゅっとしていてねダーリン

あなたはすぐにいじけて見せたがる
あたしは何時も其れを喜ぶの
だってカートみたいだから
あたしがコートニーじゃない
Don't you think?

I wanna be with you　傍に来て
もっと　もっと　もっと
昨日のことは忘れちゃおうね
そしてぎゅっとしていてね
だからぎゅっとしていてねダーリン

また四月が　来たよ　
同じ日のことを思い出して

babelfish was being a bitch and half-assed  it.

I found an English translation which sort of loses the meaning of the song...

Shiina Ringo - Gips

You're one to all of a sudden want to take pictures.
I never liked that,
I mean, if we become a picture
I'll just get old won't I ?

You're one to say things like "Absolutely"
I never liked that,
I mean, if we lose our passion
Then won't it just be a lie.

Don't you think ?
I wanna be with you
Be here always
Nobody knows what tomorrow brings,
So hold me tightly darling
So hold me tightly darling

You're one to all of a sudden, want to show me your sulky side.
I'm always glad about that,
I mean, it's so Kurt (Cobain)
Doesn't that make me Courtney (Love) ?

Don't you think ?
I wanna be with you
Come to me, closer.
Let's forget about yesterday.
And then hold me closely darling.

So hold me tightly darling

April is here again,
Remember the same day (last year).

Don't you think ?
I wanna be with you
Be here always
Nobody knows what tomorrow brings,
So hold me tightly darling

I site my song lyrics as my favorite poetry because I wrote them and wanted them that way.

they are posted, but I'm not giving you a link to encourage the jackals to descend from interpereting link relavence to mean self promotion.

go google fu MF, or see my profile if you're really clever.

Heres a thought, if your really clever-
Why not just copy + paste shit from your site into the forums, if you think its really relevent. If someone goes, "Oh, thats cool wheres it from?" Then you go "Oh, my web site - plug".
If they don't ask though, chances are, they don't care.

Also know- I have a blog that I'm personally quite proud of, but I don't go spamming links to it in threads I think are "relevent", if I think the stuff in my blog is that great, I'll copy and paste it here.

Quote from: Lysergic on March 31, 2007, 02:53:47 PM
Heres a thought, if your really clever-
Why not just copy + paste shit from your site into the forums, if you think its really relevent. If someone goes, "Oh, thats cool wheres it from?" Then you go "Oh, my web site - plug".
If they don't ask though, chances are, they don't care.

Also know- I have a blog that I'm personally quite proud of, but I don't go spamming links to it in threads I think are "relevent", if I think the stuff in my blog is that great, I'll copy and paste it here.

copying and pasting lyrics = way too much space, it would be a waste of bandwidth, like me posting this comment.

 :argh!:
Ok, I *tried* to like you, but now you've just confirmed how much of a pretencious fuckwit you are with that comment.
Expect no more sympathy from meh till you wisen up, buddy.

God, please someone, tell me I wasnt that bad.

ok leave poor old luke alone Lysergic
trust me people like that don't last here very long

Don't know if anyone already posted this.

I always find myself coming back to "Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:,ÄîTwo vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

As to favourite lyrics, Real Music,Ñ¢ doesn't have lyrics...  :musak:

oh i remember that one from english lessons on highschool

it's interesting how they had to basically spell out the "meaning" of the poem in class, guess i must have learned *something* in the mean time :-)

Quote from: triple zero on April 01, 2007, 06:05:53 PM
oh i remember that one from english lessons on highschool

it's interesting how they had to basically spell out the "meaning" of the poem in class, guess i must have learned *something* in the mean time :-)

:roll: Yes, that's one thing that I never enjoyed in my old English classes...  "Okay, guys, let's analyze and then re-analyze this piece of work.  We will keep analyzing until we sap any sort of meaningfulness out of it that you might have seen in it, at first glance.  Once we are finished, hopefully you will simply be bored of and nauseated by the work.  In this way, you will lose all the appreciation for it that you may have once held."

The Flaming Lips - Fight Test

I thought I was smart - I thought I was right
I thought it better not to fight - I thought there was a
Virtue in always being cool - so when it came time to
Fight I thought I'll just step aside and that the time would
Prove you wrong and that you would be the fool -

I don't know where the sun beams end and the star
Lights begins it's all a mystery

Oh to fight is to defend if it's not
Now than tell me when would be the time that you would stand up
And be a man - for to lose I could accept but to surrender
I just wept and regretted this moment - oh that I - I
Was the fool

I don't know where the sun beams end and the star
Lights begins it's all a mystery
And I don't know how a man decides what right for his
Own life - it's all a mystery

Cause I'm a man not a boy and there are things
You can't avoid you have to face them when you're not prepared
To face them -
If I could I would but you're with him now it'd do no good
I should have fought him but instead I let him - I let
Him take it -

I don't know where the sun beams end and the star
Lights begins it's all a mystery
And I don't know how a man decides what right for his
Own life - it's all a mystery

I fuckin love that song!

I will add lyrics or something here later in response, but right now I'm too fuckin shattered, been up for about 26 hours or so.

Quote from: calvin coolidgeNothing in the world
can take the place of persistence.
Talent will not;
nothing is more common than
unsuccessful men with talent.
Genius will not;
unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education will not;
the world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and determination
alone are omnipotent.
The slogan 'Press On' has solved
and always will solve
the problems of the human race.

and

Quote from: kabirI said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road.
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?

There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.
There is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!
And there is no body, and no mind!

Do you believe there is some place that will make the
soul less thirsty?

In that great absence you will find nothing. Be strong then,
and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet.
Think about it carefully!
Don't go off somewhere else!

Kabir says this: just throw away all thoughts of
imaginary things,

and stand firm in that which you are.

Rogue Traders - Way to Go!

Drive fast, don't crash, make your money, make it last
Hang tight, kick back, prepare yourself for the attack-
Buy low, sell high, take your pills, tell your lies
Fake your tan, wear a tie ?
Go to the gym you'll never die!


And that's the way to go!
And that's the way to go, to go!
Fake it baby - They won't even know!
You can make it
Cos everybody knows that that's the way to go


Tune in, drop out, raise your voice, never shout
Find your true love on the couch, this is what it's all about
Change your face, keep your name, keep it real don't play the game
don't you know they're all the same, don't you know they're all the same?

And that's the way to go!
And that's the way to go, to go!
Fake it baby - They won't even know!
You can make it
Cos everybody knows that that's the way to go


Dig deep, fly low, celebrate a tv show
Raise the stakes, drop the pressure, happiness you'll never measure
Bite your tongue, pay the man, time to start your five year plan
Holiday in Vietnam, then blow a kiss to Uncle Sam.


And that's the way to go!
And that's the way to go, to go!
Fake it baby - They won't even know!
You can make it
Cos everybody knows that that's the way to go

And My Fury Stands Ready

Come from where hide.
(So I may) unchain my tempest.
None will stop my tide.
(And you will) tremble at my unrest.


Find you I will.
(And take you) up into your Heaven.
Commeth soon the kill.
(For I have taken) kings and feeble men.


And my fury stands ready.
I bring all your plans to nought.
My bleak heart beats steady.
`Tis you whom I have sought.
Feasting myself sick,
on your pathetic sins.
Wounds for me to lick.
The work of slaughter begins.


In my face see your killer.
You can wish me away.
In your face I still see her.
No more shall you betray.
In her face (she) saw her killer.
Thou shalt not pray.

Can't remember the name of the song or the band. Heard it on the radio one day. But the theme to it went along the lines of "One of these days I'm gonna..."

One of the lines caught my attention:

"One of these days I'm gonna sell my soul and then they'll realise what they've bought."

Anyone recognise it?

St John the Blasphemist
Saint of Vague Recollections

My Google-fu failed me dude, sorry.

Quote from: St John the Blasphemist on April 14, 2007, 03:22:47 PM
Can't remember the name of the song or the band. Heard it on the radio one day. But the theme to it went along the lines of "One of these days I'm gonna..."

One of the lines caught my attention:

"One of these days I'm gonna sell my soul and then they'll realise what they've bought."

Anyone recognise it?

St John the Blasphemist
Saint of Vague Recollections

Cop Shoot Cop, from the album Release, interscope records, 1995.

One of my favorite bands, one of my favorite albums, one of my favorite songs.

Singer/bassist Tod A then went on to form Firewater, another one of my favorite bands.



Lyrics:

One of these days Mr. Opportunity gonna be knocking on my door
One of these days I'll read the writing on the wall
One of these days I'll be a spectator in an audience of whores
One of these days I'm gonna run until I fall
One of these days I'll win the lottery and wake up a millionaire
One of these days I'm gonna get myself a job
One of these days They're gonna stop the world and I won't even care
One of these days I'm gonna finally believe in God
One of these days I'm gonna grow up to become the President
One of these days I'll find the woman of my dreams
One of these days I'm gonna find these truths to be self evident
One of these days I'll blow my brains out on T.V.

One of these days
One of these days

One of these days I'm gonna get in shape, become an astronaut
One of these days My fears are gonna fall down the stairs
One of these days I'll sell my soul and let them find out what they bought
One of these days I'm gonna shave off all my hair
One of these days I'm gonna learn to play and write myself a song
One of these days I'll take my conscience out to lunch
One of these days I'm gonna buy the plans and build the atom bomb
One of these days I'll have the guts to play my hunch

One of these days
One of these days
Any day now
Any day now






Also, the song is in 7/4.

Quote from: LMNO on April 17, 2007, 04:26:31 PM
Also, the song is in 7/4.

I'm in love.

- DJRD, former bass player who would get easily bored with standard time sigs.

she's a painting outta focus, with no good sense of intention, she's authentic.
she's a model of disaster, with a heart of revolution.
she's so innocent, but guilty's her plea.
everybody wants to save her, from herself, they really want to save themselves.

she's got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition.
she's a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design of a flower.
like a rose, no one really knows.
she's a master piece deserving, restoration or condemnation, time will tell us.
if she's a lifer, or a decom-posuer, she is rose no one really knows.

NoFX : Decom-Posuer

Quote from: DJRubberducky on April 18, 2007, 11:46:38 PM

Quote from: LMNO on April 17, 2007, 04:26:31 PM
Also, the song is in 7/4.

I'm in love.

- DJRD, former bass player who would get easily bored with standard time sigs.

I'll see if I can upload it to a sharing site when I get home.

Weird Al - Confessions Part III


Watch this

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say I came up with more secrets to tell you today
These are my confessions
Slip my mind the last two times
Silly me, so now I gotta give you part three of my confessions
First I told you about the skank that I was cheating with,then I mentioned she's having my kid
That's not all, now I recall more you see, so I'll give you part three of my confessions

Now this is gonna be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do,
Gonna tell you everything I left out of parts one and two
Like remember when I told you I knew Paulie Shore (Paulie Shore)
That's a lie, I don't know what I said that for
I borrowed your chapstick (from you)without asking
Oh I tried out your nose hair trimmer (too)
And by the way your diamond ring is cubic zirconium,
I killed your goldfish accidently, just replaced it with another one

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say I needed to get some things off my chest right away
These are my confessions
Slipped my mind the last two times, silly me, I guess I gotta give you part three of my confessions
I threw up on your dog last time I had too much to drink
There have been times when I've peed in your sink
Don't know why, but you and I should agree that belongs in part three of my confessions

Baby forgive me I'm still trying to figure out why I used your toothbrush to clean off the bathroom grought
Oh and sometimes in private, I really like to dress up as Shirley Temple and spank myself with a hockey stick (hockey stick)
My boss thinks I'm a jerk, I didn't get that raise.
I haven't changed my underwear in twenty-seven days!
And when I'm kissing you I fantasize you as a midget
I'm so sorry Debbie! I mean Bridget!

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say I got a few more secrets I'd like to convey
These are my confessions
Slipped my mind the last two times, silly me, I guess I gotta give you part three of my confessions
Gave you buttered toast I dropped and picked up off the floor
FYI it was not a cold sore
Ooops my bad, but you'll be madder at me when I finish part three of my confessions

You don't know how hard it is for me to tell you this, but remember that shirt that you got me for my birthday?
Well, I returned it for store credit. That thing was hideous, what were you thinking?
Oh and by the way, I wasn't really sick last week,
I just didn't wanna go to your stupid office picnic
Oh and when I told you at breakfast we were all out of rice krispies,
What I meant was that there was only enough left for me. Sorry.

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say, I thought of some more things that should scare you away
These are my confessions
Slipped my mind the last two times, silly me, I guess I gotta give you part three of my confessions
Once I blew my nose and wiped it on your cat
And I lied, yes that dress makes you look fat
Anyway, I shouldn't say anymore 'til I give you part four of my confessions

I mean I'm just getting started here
I'm not even half way down the list
I mean this thing could go on for....(footsteps)
Hey, hey where are you going?
Honey? what? Was it something I said?(door opens and slams close)
(Sigh) Women

Well, I have that Cop Shoot Cop song, but Rapidshare doesn't want to play with me.

Any suggestions?

World Tour

http://mihd.net/

Awesome.  Bookmarked.

http://mihd.net/hgft8b

The above link is "Any Day Now" by Cop Shoot Cop.

If I could, I would make it required listening.

No problem.  000 told me about it.

The Old Revolution - Cohen

I finally broke into the prison,
I found my place in the chain.
Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows,
all the brave young men
they're waiting now to see a signal
which some killer will be lighting for pay.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
you whom I cannot betray.

I fought in the old revolution
on the side of the ghost and the King.
Of course I was very young
and I thought that we were winning;
I can't pretend I still feel very much like singing
as they carry the bodies away.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
you whom I cannot betray.

Lately you've started to stutter
as though you had nothing to say.
To all of my architects let me be traitor.
Now let me say I myself gave the order
to sleep and to search and to destroy.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
you whom I cannot betray.

Yes, you who are broken by power,
you who are absent all day,
you who are kings for the sake of your children's story,
the hand of your beggar is burdened down with money,
the hand of your lover is clay.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
you whom I cannot betray.

A song Bill Bailey sang in his stand-up tour, Part Troll. It's a comment on the current American rock scene, and emo kids.

You picked me up from school,
You attended all my sporting functions,
You gave me a car,
Gave me use of a credit card,
But HOW CAN I FEEL PAIN?
HOW CAN I FEEL PAIN?
HOW CAN I FEEL PAIN?
When you're being so supportive...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=-kb0bPcaLcM

Daft Punk- Harder Better Faster Stronger.

Poem- The Jabberwocky.

Ozzie Osbourne- No More Tears;

Your mother always said you shouldn't talk to strangers
Look in the mirror, tell me, do you feel your life's in danger?

I love this song because the lyrics seem very "in the spirit" of disco.

Atari Teenage Riot- Destroy 2000 years olf culture.

Its a dead world...
And its about that time to clear things here!
One generation follows another...
But something in my head says:
Keep going! dont give up!

Cold sweat - running down my back!
I dont fear the chaos!
A reason to fight is not making a stronger man
Cause they dont understand!
I wont calm down! I wont calm down!
What am I supposed to do?
Its hard to realize that the time is running out!
Pow! were on the move! resist worldwide!
Cause it takes two...
Your money is full of blood and I know this for sure -
Were gonna take over!
Radical! terrorize! and Im not gonna tell you lies!
Our chances are low - too many problems we got!
Fuck the police! blow them out!

Destroy 2000 years of culture! destroy 2000 years of culture! (x4)
(move! we gotta move! move! we gotta move!) (x 3)

Move! I shout it out loud!
Were radical and were proud of it...
Change the things - together we stand and load the gun and make em swing!
Love is a wonderful thing - a secret - a game
And I sing the song of freedom to hate!
Try to think international!

Destroy 2000 years of culture! destroy 2000 years of culture!
Destroy!
Destroy 2000 years of culture! destroy! destroy! (x3)
Destroy 200 years of culture! (x3)
(move! we gotta move! move! we gotta move!) (x2)
Destroy 2000 years

Your freedom to speak is a freedom to lie
Whatever it takes to change .. Im up for it!
Theres no place where noone gets hurt...
A place where I can be on my own!
You should feel guilty if youre just watching!
Theres this pain and a constant sound in my head...
They always try and get you back to what they define as reality!
Theres nothing to lose but watch your back!
Its cold out here... (dont wait too long!)

Destroy 2000 years of culture! destroy! destroy! (x6)
(move! we gotta move! move! we gotta move!) (x4)
Destroy 2000 years of culture! destroy 2000 years of culture!

Quote from: LMNO on April 17, 2007, 04:26:31 PM

Quote from: St John the Blasphemist on April 14, 2007, 03:22:47 PM
Can't remember the name of the song or the band. Heard it on the radio one day. But the theme to it went along the lines of "One of these days I'm gonna..."

One of the lines caught my attention:

"One of these days I'm gonna sell my soul and then they'll realise what they've bought."

Anyone recognise it?

St John the Blasphemist
Saint of Vague Recollections

Cop Shoot Cop, from the album Release, interscope records, 1995.

One of my favorite bands, one of my favorite albums, one of my favorite songs.

Singer/bassist Tod A then went on to form Firewater, another one of my favorite bands.
[...]
Also, the song is in 7/4.

Ahh, many thanks. Please excuse the lateness of this response.

St John the Blasphemist
Saint of Belation

Quote from: LMNO on April 23, 2007, 04:21:58 PM
Awesome.  Bookmarked.

http://mihd.net/hgft8b

The above link is "Any Day Now" by Cop Shoot Cop.

If I could, I would make it required listening.

I would call you a beautiful human being, but you've transcended both humanity and beauty.

BTW: It sounds more 7/16 than 7/4 (the lower number denotes the dominant note length, which to me sounds like a semi-quaver (16th note))

Thanks again

St John the Blasphemist
Saint of Transcendental Time Signatures & Denoting of Notes

You can count it either way, it's just a slower count if you do it in 4.


LMNO
-music school grad cum laude.

If you could blow up the world with the flick of a switch
Would you do it?
If you could make everyobody poor just so you could be rich
Would you do it?
If you could watch everybody work while you just lay on your back
Would you do it?
If you could take all the love without giving any back
Would you do it?
And so we cannot know ourselves or what we'd really do...

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?

If you could make your own money and then give it to everybody
Would you do it?
If you knew all the answers and could give it to the masses
Would you do it?
No no no no no no are you crazy?
It's a very dangerous thing to do exactly what you want
Because you cannot know yourself or what you'd really do

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power


The Yeah Yeah Yeah song- The Flaming Lips

Pearl Jam - Do The Evolution

I'm ahead, I'm a man
I'm the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
I'm at peace with my lust
I can kill 'cause in God I trust, yeah
It's evolution, baby

I'm at peace, I'm the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, I'm a truck
All the rolling hills, I'll flatten 'em out, yeah
It's herd behavior, uh huh
It's evolution, baby

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want but irresponsibly
It's evolution, baby

I'm a thief, I'm a liar
There's my church, I sing in the choir:
(hallelujah, hallelujah)

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, admire my clones
'Cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast
Those ignorant Indians got nothin' on me
Nothin', why?
Because... it's evolution, baby!

I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher
2010, watch it go to fire
It's evolution, baby
It's evolution, baby
Let's do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on

Good shit, that song.  Never heard it before Rog posted the video here, but definitely now a favourite of mine.

Hold on to your everybody
The people that you know are the ones you hate, the ones you hate
Break me you covetous creature
Then piece me back together like a star

Come on now, come on now
The bigger that you get the more you wait
Show me how, show me how
The less you know the better off you are

Covet, love it, learn to break
Want this my love your mistake

Show me you treacherous teacher
You own everything in your sight in your sight now
Possess that special feature
That everything you say and do is right

Come on now, come on now
and everyone does just what you say
Teach me how, teach me how
To get everyone the fuck out of your way

Covet, love it, learn to break
Want this my love your mistake

Covet, love it, learn to break
Want this my love your mistake

I learned just how to beat you
Cause everything you say just disappears
So glad I got to meet you
I covet everything you ever feared

Hold on now, hold on now
You taught me how to hate and how to hurt
Show me how, show me how
To spit in their faces with your dick in the dirt dear

Covet, love it, learn to rape
Want this my love your mistake

Covet: Jack Off Jill

The song itself leaves something to b desired but the lyrics make me poo =)

Gay Voodoo Limbo Tango Wango

sunday night in the city of sin--my django, oh baby
sunday night and i'm crawlin along--my django, oh baby
all alone since my baby left me--my one and only django
all alone till i found a little club
i ducked inside
i made to die
but i came alive
i came alive

some girl, she was on the floor
she made them devil eyes
lit the night
she was africa
she moved her body
just like africa
dropped my gender i.d. into a bin
got on the dance floor, started shakin'

say goodbye to django
wango tango
say goodbye to django
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
say goodbye to django
wango-wango my baby django
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
wango-wango, limbo tango with me

c'mon baby, shake off the rust
dance like a tribal chieftain
all covered with dust
shake your gay ass
let go of fear
come on baby, dance over here
ooohhh! man you're queer
ooohhh! we're in africa
juicy lucy, mother of all
we're dancin' in africa
we're havin' a ball
say goodbye, say adieu
goodby django
hello...hello...wait for it...
hello: gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
shake it
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
shake it baby, shake it
everybody be alive
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango all night

some girl, she was on the floor
she made them devil eyes
lit the night
she was africa
she moved her body
just like africa
i dropped my gender i.d. into a bin
i got on the dance floor, started shakin'

say goodbye to django
wango tango
say goodbye to django
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
say goodbye to django
wango-wango my baby django
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango
wango-wango, limbo tango with me

gay voodoo limbo tango-wango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango-wango
shake it and bake it and don't never fake it
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango-wango
gay voodoo limbo tango-wango-wango

what's that?
django's on the phone?
django who?

Someone's overdosing on a meme...


(http://www.la-starz.com/files/2005_WangoTango_GiftRetreat/WT05_Ryan_Seacrest_Crabs_cSullivanWI.jpg)

I can't stop --
the meme is in charge now





All right! It's zee Wango, zee Tango
1-2-3-4
Come on boys
Time to Wango

My baby she like to rock
My baby she like to roll
My baby she can dance all night
My baby got no control
She do the Wango Tango

My baby she can scream and shout
My baby she can move it out
My baby she can take a chance
My baby got a brand new dance

Wango Tango
Wango Tango
It's a Wango Tango
Ooooh yeah! (oooooh..)
Baby!

My baby like to rock
My baby like to roll
My baby like to dance all night
She got no control
She do...

Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Ooooh yeah! (oooooh..)

Yeahhhhhhhhhh!
Baby! Baby! Baby! Ooooh I like the way you look baby
You look like you're made for me honey
If you wanna take a little chance
I'm gonna show you a new dance
Baby I gotta Wango down one time with you honey
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Well, it's a brand new dance
Yeah been sweepin' the nation
I said a brand new dance
A rock 'n' roll sensation
Yeah I like it baby, I do it every night
I got to do it 'cos I like it so much
Oh honey believe it baby
You see it's a crazed gyration of the rock generation
It's my motivation to avoid the nauseation, frustration
When I need some lubrication - Baby!
Kinda like, goes kinda like this
You take her right ankle out
You take her left ankle out
You get her belly propped down
You get her butt propped up
Yeah lookin' good now baby
I think you're in the right position now baby
Yeah but if you ain't quite ready I'll make sure everything is a little bit nicer 'cos
I'm gonna get a little talcum
I'm gonna borrow it from Malcolm
Yeah you look so good baby I'm startin to drool all over myself
I got the droolin', droolin', get all wet, salivate, salivate
I got slimy legs, slimy legs, slimy legs
Got slimy, slimy, slimy, slimy, heh heh heh
Yeah you look so good baby, I like it, I like it, I like it
You know what I been talkin' about honey
It's a nice dance, we gotta a nice dance goin' here
Now what you gotta do, I'll tell you what you gotta do
You got to pretend your face is a Maserati
It's a Maserati
It's a Maserati
It's a gettin' hotty
It's a Maserati, Maserati, Maserati
It's a fast one too man, that thing's turbocharged
You feel like a little fuel injection honey?
I'll tell ya about it, I'll tell you about it
I'll check out the hood scoop
I gotta get that hood scoop off, shine and shine and buff
I gotta buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, buff it up,
Yeah, shiny now baby, heh heh heh
You've been drivin' all night long
It's time to put the old Maserati away
So you look for a garage, you think you see a garage
Wait a minute, Hey!, there's one up ahead
And the damn thing's open
Hello! Get in there!

Is my baby alive? (Is my baby alive?)
Is my baby alive? (Is my baby alive?)
Is my baby alive?
She Wango'd to death

Wango Tango (Wango Tango)
Wango Tango (Wango Tango)
Wango Tango (Wango Tango)
Wango Tango (Wango Tango)
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Wango
Tango Tango
Wango Wango Wango Wango
Tango Tango Tango Tango

Thick as a brick - Jethro Tull

Really dont mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I cant make you think.
Your sperms in the gutter -- your loves in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
Im a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
Shake your head and
Say its a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
Well
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.

The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
As the failing light illuminates the mercenarys creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
Are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
The old mans gone -- do you want to be him? and
Your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

Later.
Ive come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
Ive got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
Twenty years too late.
Your bread and waters going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
Ill judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
Youre unaware that your doings arent done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
Your rings upon your fingers and
Your downy little sidies and
Your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
Who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Wont you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super crooks
And show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament. wont you?
Join your local government.
Well have superman for president
Let robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
Theyre all resting down in cornwall --
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the boy scout manual.

Later.
See there! a man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
Theres a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
Well
Take the child from him
Put it to the test
Teach it
To be a wise man
How to fool the rest.

Quote
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
Cats are on the upgrade
Upgrade? hipgrave. oh, mac.

Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- hows your granny and
Good old ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
In the seagulls call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadists fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
And signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? do you?
Believe in the day! the dawn creation of the kings has begun.
Soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
Wise men endorse the poets sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
Your love and the cut of the knife
The tireless oppression
The wisdom instilled
The desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
With
The blood of the fools and
The thoughts of the wise and
From the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
The wise man breaks wind and is gone while
The fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
The nursery rhyme winds along.

So! come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! the summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
And the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
The fool stood in his suit of armour or
The wiser man who rushes clear.
So! come on ye childhood heroes!
Wont your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
Your super-crooks and
Show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament.
Wont you? join your local government.
Well have superman for president
Let robin save the day.
So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
Theyre all resting down in cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the boy scout manual.

Of course
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men dont know how it feels to be thick as a brick

Needs more Wango and/or Tango.

How about some Bang Tango?

shiny angel unwraps his wings
clear glass cloud floats over my head
I float through space
it don't mean a thing
I hear the echos of my friends
I fell down from floor forty-nine
hit the ground going fifty-five
silent night breaks my fall
as my friends said - boy, you're dead
I'm back
wrap my wings around your heart
send the bad ones down
wrap my wings around your heart
bring the good to town
wrap my wings around your heart
mother mary calls my name
sends me down pure and clean
I see you all standing around
as my soul touches down
your heart's laced with silver and gold
you're innocent so I'm told
I reach out take away your frown
and now the evil running scared
I'm back
wrap my wings around your heart
send the bad ones down
wrap my wings around your heart
bring the good to town
wrap my wings around your heart
I'll wrap them around your heart

combine that with some Wang Chung, and you might just have something there
(http://www.80smusiclyrics.com/images/wangchung.jpg)

A river a mountain to be crossed
The sunshine in mountains sometimes lost
Around the south side so cold that we cried
Were we ever colder on that day a million
Miles away
It seemed from all eternity

Move forward was my friends only cry
In deeper to somewhere we could lie
And rest forthe the day with cold in the way
Were we ever colder on that day a million
Miles away
It seemed from all eternity

The moments seemed lost in all the noise
A snow storm a stimulating voice
Of warmth of the sky of warmth when you die
Were we ever warmer on that day a million
Miles away
We seemed from all eternity

The sunshine in mountains sometimes lost
The river can disregard the cost
And melt in the sky warmth when you die
Were we ever warmer on that day a million miles away
We seemed from all of eternity


Yes - South Side of the Sky

Oh, crap... You just ressurected my favorite song from 7th Grade.

I got to see them perform it live for the first time at Jones Beach in 2002.  :evil:

Ah.

Personally, I got over it once I started listening to Fear.

It's okay, I don't remember it much. I was so fucking high at the time everything was cosmic.

Sounds like when I went to see King Crimson at the Tweeter Center.

Oh fuck, how was that?

I flew out west to see KC and Tool play in Phoenix with my dad years ago, that was wild.

Tool is playing the Tweeter Center in July, I'm trying to get tickets but they're fucking expensive as hell.

$55 a pop for the show in Portland.  I saw them once during the Lateralus tour with Fantomas opening up.  I'd have rather seen an extra hour of Fantomas and an hour less of Tool.  The music was tight, but seriously, one of the most boring performances I've ever been too.  Maynard stood at the back of the stage the whole concert.  It was like he was posessed by Eddie Vedder or something. 

It was supporting the THRAKK album, with the double trio.


I was out of my fucking head.  All the hippies around me were freaked out by the cocophany.  I saw one girl, obviously tripping her ass off, just curled up in a ball and crying.

It was wonderful.

Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on May 18, 2007, 05:16:26 PM
$55 a pop for the show in Portland.  I saw them once during the Lateralus tour with Fantomas opening up.  I'd have rather seen an extra hour of Fantomas and an hour less of Tool.  The music was tight, but seriously, one of the most boring performances I've ever been too.  Maynard stood at the back of the stage the whole concert.  It was like he was posessed by Eddie Vedder or something. 

I'd have taken Fantomas over Tomahawk and the Melvins from the last couple times I saw them, trust me.

And yeah, they don't do shit on stage, but I don't go to concerts usually to watch people jump around on stage...or mosh. I will never understand why people mosh at Tool shows. Ever.

The show I saw actually I thought it was quite fitting the way the band was arranged on stage.  The rhythm section were at the front while Adam Jones was further to the back on the right and Maynard way to the back basically all you could see was his silhouette.  But I thought that was fitting because I really think it's the rhythm section that makes that band.

The rhythm and "not taking 5 years to make an album that sounds exactly like the last two" sections, to be accurate.

I don't think that the albums sound alike...*raises brow* Sans maybe parts of Undertow and Aenima. Lateralus was imo a lot lighter than the previous two but a lot more progressive, and 10,000 Days is melancholy as fuck.

Opiate? Underrated alternative rock, by far. Not to mention I always get very odd looks when I sing the title track at kareoke.  :mrgreen:

I have to admit I lost interest after Lateralus.  It was a good album but it didn't seem, to me, to have the same spirit that Aenima did.  And Undertow was great because it was more raw and less slickly produced.  Production can really, really ruin what would be an otherwise fine album. 

Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on May 18, 2007, 06:43:17 PM
I have to admit I lost interest after Lateralus.  It was a good album but it didn't seem, to me, to have the same spirit that Aenima did.  And Undertow was great because it was more raw and less slickly produced.  Production can really, really ruin what would be an otherwise fine album. 

They sold their souls to make a record...  :evil:

They also didn't swear in Lateralus, I have no idea what they were trying to accomplish with THAT, but it felt out of character for me without some sort of secular string followed by an audible 'Fuck'.

10,000 Days is about Maynard's mother dying of cancer, so the first half of the album is some serious lamentation on that, then it just gets strange. The slipcover can provide hours of endless enjoyment as well, but I don't think there hasn't been a Tool album cover that wasn't 'artistic' in some way shape or form.

Oh yeah, I heard they did something different with the 10000 days packaging.  Yeah, they have been rather clever with their packaging.  I was fond of the California falling into the ocean animated thingy they did with Aenima.  It was like you could play along during the title track.  "Learn to swim" indeed.   :evil:

It's these weird eyeglasses thing that you view pictures of them with, and it turns them all 3D and there's some strange shit in there.

you should keep your pets out of your CD collection.   :mrgreen:

They don't touch my CDs...I found that my cats seem to like hair metal. Especially Def Leppard.

Perhaps your cats would like this one by Whitesnake:

Walking down the street, you're the center of my universe
You got the world in your pocket, my manhood locked in your purse
You ain't a bad girl, honey, no matter what the neighbors say
It's just you wear those skintight dresses with your g-string tuned to A
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Heaven sent, you're an angel dressed in black
Cool stiletto strut, you're a drop-jaw cardiac
You're the genuine, feline, prettiest girl I've ever seen
With your thief of hearts smile you're a certified pleasure machine
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
(chorus:)
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur
You get what you want with your pussycat purr
But the kitten's got claws, she
'll tear your heart out
The kitten's got claws, she'll scratch your back
The kitten's got claws, she'll tease an' please you
The kitten's got claws, she's a heart attack

You treat me good, sometimes you treat me bad
But keep it up, honey, you're the best time I ever had
No matter what you put me through, I must confess
Ooh, you got more style than a brand new XJS
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
(chorus)
(repeat verse one and chorus)
You scratch my back, baby, and I'll scratch yours

Good call! I'll download it when I get home.

Either way, I don't know what it was, but I was on a DFL (stands for Def Fuckin' Leppard, btw.) kick back when we got them as kittens, and whenever I would play it, especially Pour Some Sugar on Me, they would bolt into the room.

..of course as kittens they don't need much of an excuse to bolt around, but I thought it was ironic.

It's from the "Slip of the Tongue" album which was the one where Steve Vai did all the guitar work.  It's a good album for anyone into that kind of music.  I wish I still had my Hysteria album.  I lost it along the way and have never gotten around to replacing it.

Regaining Unconsciousness- NoFX

First they put away the dealers,
keep our kids safe and off the street.
Then they put away the prostitutes,
keep married men cloistered at home.
Then they shooed away the bums,
and they beat and bashed the queers,
turned away asylum-seekers,
fed us suspicions and fears.
We didn´t raise our voice,
we didn´t make a fuss.
It´s funny there was no one left to notice
when they came for us.

Looks like witches are in season,
you better fly your flag and be aware
of anyone who might fit the description,
diversity is now our biggest fear.
Now with our conversations tapped
and our differences exposed,
how ya supposed to love your neighbor
with our minds and curtains closed?
We used to worry ´bout big brother,
now we got a big father and an even bigger mother.

And still you believe
this aristocracy gives a fuck about you.
They put the mock in democracy
and you swallowed every hook.
The sad truth is you would rather
follow the school into the net
cuz swimming alone at sea
is not the kind of freedom that you actually want.
So go back to your crib and suck on a tit
go bask in the warmth of your diaper.
You´re sitting in shit and piss
while sucking a huge pacifier,
a country of adult infants.
A legion of mental midgets
all regaining their unconsciousness

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who said to an apple "Let's fornicate it."
They had a few babies
But they all had rabies
So he said to his mistress, "Just suck it.

Tom Waits- What Keeps Mankind Alive?


You gentlemen who think you have a mission
To purge us of the seven deadly sins
Should first sort out the basic food position
Then start your preaching, that's where it begins

You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well
Should learn, for once, the way the world is run
However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell
Food is the first thing, morals follow on

So first make sure that those who are now starving
Get proper helpings when we all start carving
What keeps mankind alive?

What keeps mankind alive?
The fact that millions are daily tortured
Stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed
Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance
In keeping its humanity repressed
And for once you must try not to shriek the facts
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts

What album is that off of?

Not sure, I filched it off a CD a friend loaned me.

Dammit.  I thought I had 'em all.  Now I have to go looking.

Quote from: LMNO on June 14, 2007, 06:41:27 PM
What album is that off of?

My Google-fu says Orphans, Tales from the Underground, and Spare Parts.

Really?  It's on Orphans?

Color me stupid.

Ah well, it's a 3-disc set, I can't remember all the songs.

Another NoFX track, this time 'You're Wrong'

You're wrong about virtues of Christianity
And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity
If you think that pride is about nationality, you're wrong

You're wrong when you imprison people turning tricks
And you're wrong about trickle down economics
If you think that punk rock doesn't mix with politics, you're wrong

You're wrong for hating queers and eating steers
If you kill for the thrill of the hunt
You're wrong 'bout wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter
Cause she's a cunted cunt

You're wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day
And You're wrong if you think there will be a Judgement Day
If you're a charter member of the NRA, you're wrong

You're wrong if you support capital punishment
And you're wrong if you don't question your government
If you think her reproductive rights are inconsequent, you're wrong

You're wrong fighting Jihad, your blind faith in God
Your religions are all flawed,
You're wrong about drug use, when its not abuse
I hope you never reproduce

You're getting high on the downlow
A victim of Cointelpro
You're wrong and will probably never know

The Beautiful South - A Little Time

(Hemingway)
I need a little time
To think it over
I need a little space
Just on my own
I need a little time
To find my freedom
I need a little...

(Corrigan)
Funny how quick the milk turns sour
Isn't it, isn't it
Your face has been looking like that for hours
Hasn't it, hasn't it
Promises, promises turn to dust
Wedding bells just turn to rust
Trust into mistrust

(Hemingway)
I need a little room
To find myself
I need a little space
To work it out
I need a little room
All alone
I need a little...

(Corrigan)
You need a little room for your big head
Don't you, don't you
You need a little space for a thousand beds
Won't you, won't you
Lips that promise - fear the worst
Tongue so sharp - the bubble burst
Just into unjust

(Hemingway)
I've had a little time
To find the truth
Now I've had a little room
To check what's wrong
I've had a little time
And I still love you
I've had a little...

(Corrigan)
You had a little time
And you had a little fun
Didn't you, didn't you
While you had yours
Do you think I had none
Do you, do you
The Freedom that you wanted bad
Is yours for good
I hope you're glad
Sad into unsad


I had a little time
To think it over
Had a little room
To work it out
I found a little courage
To call it off

I've had a little time
I've had a little time
I've had a little time
I've had a little time

SCISSOR SISTERS always have the best fucking lyrics. Because they stopped giving a fuck.


"I Can't Decide"

It's not easy having yourself a good time
Greasing up those bets and betters
Watching out they don't four-letter
Fuck and kiss you both at the same time
Smells-like something I've forgotten
Curled up died and now it's rotten

I'm not a gangster tonight
Don't want to be a bad guy
I'm just a loner baby
And now you're gotten in my way

I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

It's a bitch convincing people to like you
If I stop now call me a quitter
If lies were cats you'd be a litter
Pleasing everyone isn't like you
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled

I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth to fool me
And now you've made me angry

I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
Oh I could bury you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why

I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

That is a good song by them, surprisingly.  I find myself singing the "I can't decide whether you should live or die" line at inappropriate moments, which is always fun.

Quote from: Cain on August 11, 2007, 01:57:44 PM
That is a good song by them, surprisingly.  I find myself singing the "I can't decide whether you should live or die" line at inappropriate moments, which is always fun.

Yeah. The humor of murder is a good enough reason to listen to Neo-Disco, as far as im concerned.

Imperative Reaction - Severed

You will give up
You always do
And time won't let you follow through
Your weakness hass shown
And now you're everything they've thrown at you
You knew the time was coming
You cast yourself adrift
You burned your empty words
And fucked it up again
Now the colors drain like blood
Down the canvas you abandoned
And shadows hide the words
You replaced with excuses
But excuses lose their weight
When you're forced into a corner
And the one you once believed in
Has left you there alone

Now what can you show
For all the dreams you trampled on
Now how does it feel
When everything you had is gone
Now what can you say
For the life you fought so hard to live
Now how does it feel
Now how does it feel
How can you walk away when this was everything you wanted
Now how can you say this was nothing that you needed
How can you fall apart in a time that is so crucial
Now how does it feel
Now how does it feel

You are too lost
You'll always be
Too caught up in your world to see
Reality has spoken and you turn the other way
You'll always have a reason to deny what you've destroyed
You burned your acid (empty?) words
And left it all behind
Now the reasons fall like cinders from the fire you avoided
And whispers shun the failures you tried so hard to hide
But whispers lose their trust when you're lost and apathetic (hypothetic(s)?)
And the one you once believed in is a total fucking loss

(chorus chorus, etc)

Midnight Oil - Forgotten Years

Few of the sins of the father,
Are visited upon the son
Hearts have been hard,
Hands have been clenched in a fist too long
Our sons need never be soldiers,
Our daughters will never need guns
These are the years between
These are the years that were hard fought and won

Now our contracts torn at the edges,
Old signatures stained with tears
Seasons of war agrees,
These should not be forgotten years
Still it aches like tetanus,
It reeks of politics
How many dreams remain?
This is a feeling too strong to contain

The hardest years,
The darkest years,
The roarin' years,
The fallen years
These should not be forgotten years
The hardest years,
The wildest years,
The desperate and divided years
We will remember,
These should not be forgotten years

Our shoreline was never invaded,
Our country was never in flames
This is the calm we breathe,
This is the feeling too strong to contain
Still it aches like tetanus,
It reeks of politics
Signatures stained with tears,
Who can remember?
We've got to remember

The hardest...
Forsaking aching breaking years,
The time and tested heartbreak years
These should not be forgotten years
The blinded years,
The binded years,
The desperate and divided years
These should not be forgotten years,
remember

kind of a more happy song this time, Covenant - Humility

(happy at least if you ignore the "plz dont kill urself kthxbye" bit in the chorus)

behold the beauty that surrounds us
see the wonders we take for granted
roam the world in all her glory
sail the seas and climb the mountains
discover things you never knew
be happy that you're alive

so many reasons to remain
so many people to embrace
so many stories to be told
so many errors to correct

turn your gaze towards the moon
even further if you dare
turn your face towards the sun
and be grateful that it's there

behold the beauty we have made us
all the wonders that we created
see the cities of the ancients
in the deserts and the jungles
see the truth you always knew
be happy that you're alive

Quote from: Cain on September 07, 2007, 01:19:12 AM
Midnight Oil - Forgotten Years

I like their lyrics... their music was a little too "standard 80s rock" for my tates, though.

Quote from: LMNO on September 07, 2007, 01:38:56 PM

Quote from: Cain on September 07, 2007, 01:19:12 AM
Midnight Oil - Forgotten Years

I like their lyrics... their music was a little too "standard 80s rock" for my tates, though.

Thanks for Sharon that with us.   :lol:

holy shit i was just listening this with half an ear, and i was like wtf this is like one of our rants

the song on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHYzuR4qXMQ

KMFDM - "Dogma"

All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything
Anything we want anyway...
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It's more effective that way
We don't live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for is for something worth waiting for
Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let's stop saying "Don't quote me" because if no one quotes you
You probably haven't said a thing worth saying
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear that pop-culture is the only culture we're ever going to have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching T.V.
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we're addicted to the things we hate
We don't run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you
The only reason you're still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
We owe so much money we're not broke we're broken
We're so poor we can't even pay attention
So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Skyhigh and fucked
Let's stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves
Let's stop this and start over
Let's go out - let's keep going
This is your life - this is your fucking life
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Quit whining you haven't done anything wrong because frankly
You haven't done much of anything
Someone's writing down your mistakes
Someone's documenting your downfall

:mittens:

KMFDM do bring the goods, every now and again.

and other times, they're just hella catchy ;D

# god-damn, the torpedoes ...

lalala

Sun arise come every morning
Sun arise come every morning
Bringing back the warmth to the ground!
I live in Siberia,
Through no fault of my own.
We're a blank generation,
In the danger zone
Paracidal slumbers from 7 to 23...
Only the blind follow me.

Abyssinia in the morning,
Breakfast in Berlin.
Oh!
You leave me dying...

'Cos everybody wants what everybody's got
And everybody's got what everybody wants
Soldier lies bleeding where a church once stood
Ignore the machine
Ignore the machine.

Couldn't get to sleep this morning
I watched the sky
I couldn't see
There weren't no warning
I watched you burn last night.

'Cos everybody's got what everybody wants
Everybody wants what everybody's got
Soldier lies bleeding where a church once stood
Ignore the machine
Ignore.

Everybody wants what everybody's got
& everybody's got what everybody needs
Soldier lies bleeding
Oh you leave me dying.

Everybody's got what everybody wants
Everybody wants what everybody's got
Everybody wants what everybody's got
& everybody needs.

"Ignore the Machine," by Alien Sex Fiend

Repost? I DON'T CARE.



Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said "we're up in no good"
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "you're moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air

I've been set free and I've been bound
To the memories of yesterday's clouds
I've been set free and I've been bound

And now I'm set free
I'm set free
I'm set free to find a new illusion

I've been blinded but
You I can see
What in the world has happened to me
The prince of stories who walks right by me

And now I'm set free
I'm set free
I'm set free to find a new illusion

I've been set free and I've been bound
Let me tell you people
what I found
I saw my head laughing
rolling on the ground

And now I'm set free
I'm set free
I'm set free to find a new illusion

"I'm set free," by the Velvet Underground

Its a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say
Its a beautiful world
For you

Its a wonderful time to be here
Its nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair
Makes me want to say
Its a wonderful place
For you

Hey
Tell me what I say
Boy 'n girl with the new clothes on
You can shake it to me all night long
Hey hey

Its not for me

"Beautiful World," by Devo

LMNO reminded me of this one by something he said in another thread:

No more talking time to land...galactic cowboys
You give me hope you understand...galactic cowboys
Roped my media's lasso...galactic cowboys
They all want a piece of you...galactic cowboys

Someday you'll live among the stars, maybe own a ranch on Mars
Galactic cowboys never age! (& I repeat)
Someday you'll live among the stars, maybe own a ranch on Mars
Galactic cowboys never age!

Ranch on Mars by Galactic Cowboys. 

EL-P - The Overly Dramatic Truth lyrics

I became for you when you would ask, telepath
Your to young to ask out loud, I'm to old and I know that
I can talk like you've not heard, I know weapons, you think words
I expose you to these terms, you still chose to roll on her
Have to work but I'm so fast, your so open, I'm so crass
I'm to weak to hold that back, you still thinking tree will last
Can't imagine of my past, I just can't explain all that
I wish I could trade your place, so romantic full of faith
I must spare, I must learn, I refuse to be your first
First to put you in your place, first to make you speed your pace
I'm a man now, good or bad, your a girl still, good for you
Don't think this don't make me sad, this is something I must do

Keep your own time, leave me be, I'm tryin to spare you
Tryin to be melodic, man on fire, long gone, all desire
Fuck you raw now, it's my fault
Fuck you raw dog, I can't stop
Should've listened, should've left
I can't stop unless you jet
It's so simple, open head, I will knit my savage threat
Help me help you, walk away, leave this on amazing grace
You don't know from pure disgrace, you still think I'm here to save
I'm not even really here, I can't give what I can't take

What a ride, what a slide under the door, what a score
You think I'm a genius, I know I'm a whore
What a time, what a climb in for our lives, whats in store
You seen lit forever, all I see is war
I will pull your hair back, fuck you on the floor
Pour myself into the act, pour myself, oohoo I'm bad
Cause I know these magnets end, but telling you the truth is sad
You deserve the ignorance and bliss that I still wish I had
Don't you let me keep you here, don't ignore my greatest fear
I need you to not need mem you need not believe just flee
I will put myself inside you, find some way to run and hide you
I can't be responsible, do as I say, not as I do

Keep your own time, leave me be, I'm tryin to spare you
Tryin to be melodic, man on fire, long gone, all desire
Fuck you raw now, it's my fault
Fuck you raw dog, I can't stop
Should've listened, should've left
I can't stop unless you jet
It's so simple, open head, I will knit my savage threat
Help me help you, walk away, leave this on amazing grace
You don't know from pure disgrace, you still think I'm here to save
I'm not even really here, I can't give what I can't take

This is not my ego talkin, I know I'm no perfect raw
And I do love the way you lay there, I do like the way we talk
Maybe I'm just condescending, maybe this thing isn't wrong
Maybe you should lay right there, put your hands up in the air

Keep your own time, leave me be, I'm tryin to spare you
Tryin to be melodic, man on fire, long gone, all desire
Fuck you raw now, it's my fault
Fuck you raw dog, I can't stop
Should've listened, should've left
I can't stop unless you jet
It's so simple, open head, I will knit my savage threat
Help me help you, walk away, leave this on amazing grace
You don't know from pure disgrace, you still think I'm here to save
I was never even really here, I can't give what I can't take

You still think I'm here to save

A few lines from the Secret Chiefs 3:

As white as they come
I act pretty dumb
You know better than me
I feel we agree
I'm as white as the pope
Can't you see there's no hope
Now why would I lie
We're all gonna die

An empty shell
An empty heart as well
A burned out light
A void that swallows life
Swallows life

(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/zombiezombiezombie/openbook.jpg)

And I do walk upon Wan's Dyke
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands+
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
Some call me Roman Mercury,
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.

Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
Keltiberians and Irish Gael
Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:

"Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar

There be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."

Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar

"Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom."

To rage in sound this valiant despair
Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
To rage in sound the valiant despair:

Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don't blame the messenger,
Don't blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don't blame the messenger.
Don't blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.

And I stood upon Wan's Dyke
And I did survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands...

And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself

My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.

Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.

Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall

Mothers to your bosoms,
Grab your child and sing,
As to your breasts cascade and sing:
Brothers and fathers,
Down to the thing in the middle of the town
To judge at the thing

These the effeminate priests of Frey
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men

There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying.

Hear the modest priests of Ing
Who's harkening always let us sing
That let's us free our tightest waistband
Let's us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth.

Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.

Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch
Praises her God but never explaining which.

And every Monday night by the light of Moon
Those Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells

And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden

For all of us are boundaried by Wan's Dyke at the west
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest
Bringing on Iranian Mithra
From its home beneath the east
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall

Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall

Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom...

Don't blame the messenger of gloom,
Don't blame the messenger of doom,
For this be the Ragmarockingest aeion
In stillness O'Malley and Anderson play on... play on... play on...

The Offspring: Something to Believe In

I believe that reality's gone
Disillusion's real
I believe that morality's gone
And there's nothing to feel
If you take the sacred things
The things that we hold dear
Empty promise is all you'll find
So give me something
Something to believe in
I believe in a changing of the guard
Put our feet on the ground
See it happen in your own backyard
Everything breaks down
Do you accept what you are told
Without even thinking
Throw it all and make your own
And give me something
Something to believe in
Where they lead
You will follow
Well I guess that's just the way it goes
And if you look away
You'll be doing what they say
An if you look alive
You'll be singled out and tried
If you take home anything
Let it be your will to think
The more cynical you become
The better off you'll be

Nine Inch Nails - God Given

Hey man, please don't make a sound
Take a look around, can't you see what's right in front of you
Have a little taste, no more time to waste
You don't wanna get left behind cause it's all coming down right now

How hard is it to see
Put your faith in me
'Cause you wouldn't want to be nailed
To the wrong piece of wood
You should get where you belong
Everything you know is wrong
Come on, sing along, everybody now

God given

And they gave us sight
And you'll see the light
And it burned so bright
Now you know we're right

And the work we've done
We've just begun
We're the chosen ones

Hey, step into the light
How can this be right?
I'm in front of you
Now ask me to
This you cannot win
With the color of your skin
You won't be getting into the Promised Land
It's just another case
Still don't know your place
Step aside, look away, wipe that look of your face
Defiance
Raining from the sky

Come on, sing along, everybody now
God given

And they gave us sight
And you'll see the light
And it burned so bright
Now you know we're right

And the work we've done
We've just begun
We're the chosen ones

Big Rude Jake - Magpie

North winter blows 'cross the street,
And bites her face with hard relentless teeth,
And damnedness creeps 'cross her spine,
And shakes her bones all the way down to her feet,

In the park there's a strange and phantom mistress,
Who keeps her treasure sealed in plastic bags,
Reciting to herself terrible secrets,
And wraps her frame in old discarded rags,

Magpie,
Seeks out precious things,
Bangles, trinkets, flecks that catch the light,

Magpie,
Guards her shiny dreams,
And keeps them close and safely out of sight,

Magpie walks through the hoards,
Of vain and shallow trite and useless minds,

Yes and magpie,
Walks to and fro,
About the squandered wealth of affluent swine,

In the sky there's a strange and greyhound vignette,
Of a man who would be saviour to her kind,
A great balloon that in the wind bobs merrily,
With golden ring and dark stretched open wide,

Magpie cares not for charity,
Or the creepy cloist and feel of fond embrace,
Magpie finds her piece of mind,
In the dark and dank and cold and secret place,

In the town there's a strange and wonderous temple,
A crystal castle cut from chrome and steel,
Its halls contain the bounty of the ages,
So priceless that they almost seem surreal,

Magpie has seen the troop,
That lurks in shadows cast by tinted glass,
Magpie in all her righteousness,
Knows just who is wallowing in trash,
HA HA HA HA!

Regina Spektor - Aching to Pupate

aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
pu-pu-pate
pupate
pupate
pu-pu-pate
pupate
I should peddle butterflies
there's a shortage in the city
i'll stand on a street corner
mysterious and giddy
when the passersby passby
i will open up my trenchcoat
they will see the butterflies
dangling like fake rolexes
every morning i wake up with a purpose and a smirk
i'll put on a fake mustache
I'll drink a heineken and eat cornflakes
then i'll call my mom and dad
tell them that i'm doing fine
or i'll write a tipsy letter to a friend of mine
or i'll jump on the bed waltzing madly with the broomstick
but before i leave the house i will fill my lips with lipstick
but peddling is a dirty sport
lots of competition in the city
everyone is on a street corner
all mysterious and giddy
some are selling bags and shoes
some are selling books and gold
i've been standing here for days
not one butterfly's been sold
and how i'm aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
pu-pu-pate
pupate
pupate
pu-pu-pate
pupate

 :D Nice one cone-face.

"Flying Killer Cobs From the Planet Bob" by Lawnmower Deth

Too much too high
You smoke, you die
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.
Just one smoke that all it takes,
Take a couple of drags, see purple lakes,
You've smoked toomuch, you're starting to sob,
Now you're going toanswer to the planet of cobs.
His teeth are sharp, his teeth are big,
The chainsaws he uses, ain't not for cunning twigs.
Too much, too high,
You smoke, you die
Hey, what's the problem with drugs these days,
I mean, what the fuck does it matter,
If I get a goddamn acid tablet,
And shove it down the end of my penis.
Too much, too high,
You smoke, you die
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.

"Sleepwalkers" by They Might Be Giants (there are so many great songs by TMBG that its a hard choice)

See them over there
See them moving down the road
Their arms held out ahead
And their eyes, their eyes are closed

Don't make any noise
Cry out loud or stamp your feet
You'll wake the girls and boys
Who are walking in their sleep

Every night they throw aside their blankets
Swing their feet down
Stand up and move out to the street
Like they're under a spell
And together they roam across the country
And they're walking in their sleep

You'll recognize them when you see
Their rumpled hair and stocking feet
It seems like they want something
But we don't know what it is
But here they come again
Yes, here they come again

Move aside and let the people go by
They don't see you
Thinking that they're home in their beds
They must not be disturbed
When they're wandering all across the country
And they're walking in their sleep

Perhaps when they awake
They'll remember everything
They'll think it was a dream
It will be forgotten then

But don't make any noise
Cry out loud or stamp your feet
You'll wake the girls and boys
Who are walking in their sleep

Quote from: Cain on November 28, 2007, 06:07:13 PM
Nine Inch Nails - God Given

Cain is teh uberghey

Quote from: rygD on December 01, 2007, 08:52:47 PM

Quote from: Cain on November 28, 2007, 06:07:13 PM
Nine Inch Nails - God Given

Cain is teh uberghey

rygD probably listened to NIN until his friends told him they weren't "cool" anymore.

No, I have always disliked Trent Reznor.  Actually have heard more of his shit in the last 5 years than ever before...my wife fucking loves his shit, I wish he would just kill himself already.

No one thinks the shit I listen to is cool.

I wish rygD would kill himself .

As do I.

Not sure why you feel that way, though.

Because I wish you were dead.

Oh, ok.  Thank you for the consideration!

Quote from: rygD on December 01, 2007, 08:52:47 PM

Quote from: Cain on November 28, 2007, 06:07:13 PM
Nine Inch Nails - God Given

Cain is teh uberghey

The remix album is really good.

I think you mentioned that already.  I guess I know what gift to get her, thanks.  I think.

Hey let's go for a ride
in my super groovy
underwater racecar


Dan Deacon - Hey Lets Go For A Ride In My Super Groovy Underwater Racecar

Quote from: Cain on December 02, 2007, 04:30:10 PM

Quote from: rygD on December 01, 2007, 08:52:47 PM

Quote from: Cain on November 28, 2007, 06:07:13 PM
Nine Inch Nails - God Given

Cain is teh uberghey

The remix album is really good.

i saw them live at Sziget last summer. parts of it were really good, especially the crunchy distorted beats and grinding basslines.

the encore was some sort of ballad, with reznor behind a transparent videoscreen displaying falling snowflakes and TV static behind him, which, actually was kinda ghey.

but, all in all, together with Nitzer Ebb and the Chemical Brothers it was among the performances at the main stage i enjoyed most,even though it was raining.
i have a hard time enjoying myself in really huge crowds, probably over 5-15k people or so, such enormous masses of people close together always make me a bit nervous.

I am the same way regarding crowds, so I am picky about shows I go to.

Quote from: Payne on June 14, 2007, 06:38:37 PM
Tom Waits- What Keeps Mankind Alive?


You gentlemen who think you have a mission
To purge us of the seven deadly sins
Should first sort out the basic food position
Then start your preaching, that's where it begins

You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well
Should learn, for once, the way the world is run
However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell
Food is the first thing, morals follow on

So first make sure that those who are now starving
Get proper helpings when we all start carving
What keeps mankind alive?

What keeps mankind alive?
The fact that millions are daily tortured
Stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed
Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance
In keeping its humanity repressed
And for once you must try not to shriek the facts
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts

Written by William Burroughs and is also on the Black Rider, read by Burroughs.

Excellent, I didn't know that.

Tom Waits is always a good choice.

Quote from: rygD on December 01, 2007, 09:35:26 PM
No, I have always disliked Trent Reznor.  Actually have heard more of his shit in the last 5 years than ever before...my wife fucking loves his shit, I wish he would just kill himself already.

You should nuke him & give him to the Jews.

In an imaginary battle between Trent Reznor and Mothra, who would win?

The Jews.

Reznor.

After he went all political he's gotten beefy arms.

What was that "beef" thing cartman yelled throughout and entire episode?

Quote from: LMNO on December 06, 2007, 09:22:28 PM
The Jews.

Since both Trent Reznor and Mothra are Jewish, I take that answer to mean that they would settle things peacably and then go off in a state of blissful union to create their own new dynasty of moths with incredibly narrow heads.

Jedi Mind Tricks - Shadow Business


- When you over in American Samoa, what...what surprised you the most?
- I guess what hit me the most is the condition of the factory that the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole factory and, and dormitory compound. The gate has a...has a guard shack, where the guard sit there and control the worker movement in and out of the.. of the factory
- The factory are made of ahm.. tin panels with tin roof. It's really hot. The temperature over there is verily ninety degrees and inside the factory or the dormitory it reaches way over a hundred degrees.

Yeah
It's the contemporary form of slavery, they call it slave labour
But they don't prosecute them cuz it's how they make paper
When you rocking that fly shit that's made in China
By an eight year old child tryna feed his mama
He exposed to contamination and disease
And only fifty-five percent of them will get degrees
And the women have to try to placate the boss
Because it's sex discrimination in the labour force
The slave master only let them speak in sign language
And they're suffering from lung disease and eye damage
fourteen hour shifts, seven days a week
two shitty meals a day, very little sleep
Human life only worth three cents an hour
All human right laws loose sense of power
What did four hundred years in the grave passes?
Only the improved cleverness of slave masters.

Is life worth living if you living in hell?
When the mind is confined to a prisoner's cell?
And the lies they devise in the system that fail
But I expect the system to fail!
Is life worth living if you living in hell?
When the mind is confined to a prisoner's cell?
And the lies they devise in the system that fail
But I expect the system to fail!

- Many Chinese workers are forced to sign secret agreements, known as shadow contracts, before they leave China, severely and, in some ways, illegally restricting their activities while on American soil. Workers are forbidden to participate in any religious or political activity or to ask for a salary increase or even to fall in love or get married.

It's one point six million people locked in jail
They do new slave labour force trapped in hell
They generate over a billion dollars worth to power
And only getting paid twenty cents an hour
They make cloths for McDonald's and for Apple Bee's
And working fourteen hour shifts in prison factories
And while we sit around debating who the wack emcee is
They have to work when arthritic pain attack the knees
Slavery is not illegal, that's a fucking lie!
It is illegal, unless it's for conviction of a crime
The main objective is to get you in your fucking prime.
And keep the prison full and not give you a fucking dime
But they the real criminal keeping you confined
For a petty crime but they give you two-to-nine
And ain't nobody there to protect ya
Except a bunch of incompetent human rights inspectors

Is life worth living if you living in hell?
When the mind is confined to a prisoner's cell?
And the lies they devise in the system that fail
But I expect the system to fail!
Is life worth living if you living in hell?
When the mind is confined to a prisoner's cell?
And the lies they devise in the system that fail
But I expect the system to fail!

- The sweatshop situation's kind of cohesive and kind of take advantage on the people that are poor and at an economic disadvantage.
- This Chinese woman made T-shirts and pants at the factory until she became pregnant.
- When I told them I was pregnant, they told me to have an abortion..
- Tu Xiao Mei says she refused to have the abortion and has now been barred from entering the factory.
- To allow them to bring that on to US soil is a very deep concern. We've now documented the facts that management coerces female workers who become pregnant into having abortions.
- But human rights workers say it's common practice
- Inside that factory Chinese law applies, and Chinese law is... is supreme
- Even though it's the United States of America?
- The flag doesn't fly inside there.

Hey remember the time when I found a human tooth down on Delancey
Hey remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth
Hey remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green
Hey remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines
So cheap and juicy, tangerines

Hey remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare
Hey remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes
Hey remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing
A street cat got him by morning and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building's playground
I thought I was going to be sick, I thought I was going to be sick

Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Camels
Hey remember that time when I was broke
I didn't care I just bummed from my friends
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum...

Hey remember that time when you od'ed
Hey remember that other time when you od'ed for the second time
Well in the waiting room while waiting for news of you I hallucinated I could read your mind
And I was on a lot of shit too but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky, freaky

The Losers by Warrior Soul

Have you ever wanted
To be someone you're not
But you look into the world
And you see what you've got

There's nothing there
But brains and guts
Finally open the door
And then it shuts

Look to the center
And I think you'll find
The people that are gettin'
They are blind

You changed the channel
And there's nothing there
You weren't born pretty
And it isn't fair...

Here's to the losers
The substance abusers
To the rejects
All the imperfects

'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautiful
No matter what anyone says
I think we're beautiful
Them most beautiful
In the world

You try for jobs
But they say you're strange
You're sportin' a style
That they call pain

So you get in trouble
And your brain is gone
You're cryin' out man
But the words are wrong

Here's to the losers
The substance abusers
To the rejects
All the imperfects

'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautiful
No matter what anyone says
I think we're beautiful
Them most beautiful
In the world

I know you're tired
Of being put down
And all the crap that's said in town
But you're the person that matters most
I raise my glass, and make a toast

This one's for the losers
Substance abusers
To the rejects
All the imperfects

To the retarded
And the broken-hearted
To the starving massses
And the lower classes

'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautiful
No matter what anyone else says
I think we're beautiful

"The Riddle (You and I)" by Five for Fighting

There was a man back in '95
Whose heart ran out of summers
But before he died, I asked him
Wait, what's the sense in life
Come over me, Come over me

He said,

"Son why you got to sing that tune
Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon
Let an angel swing and make you swoon
Then you will see... You will see."

Then he said,

"Here's a riddle for yah
Find the Answer
There's a reason for the world
You and I..."

Picked up my kid from school today
Did you learn anything cause in the world today
You can't live in a castle far away
Now talk to me, come talk to me

He said,

"Dad I'm big but we're smaller than small
In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all
Still every mother's child sings a lonely song
So play with me, come play with me"

And Hey Dad
Here's a riddle for yah
Find the Answer
There's a reason for the world
You and I...

I said,

"Son for all I've told yah
When you get right down to the
Reason for the world...
Who am I?"

There are secrets that we still have left to find
There have been mysteries from the beginning of time
There are answers we're not wise enough to see

He said... You looking for a clue I Love You free...

The batter swings and the summer flies
As I look into my angel's eyes
A song plays on while the moon is high over me
Something comes over me

I guess we're big and I guess we're small
If you think about it man you know we got it all
Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball
And I love you free
I love you freely

Here's a riddle for yah
Find the Answer
There's a reason for the world
You and I...

The Thing About It- Sweatshop Union

This is a time of growth for those that know
And it's a time of hope for those that don't
But if you're mind is open you'll get shown

We've had our sights blinded; All of my like-minded
People need to get up and discover the right time; it's now
Just start opposin' the powers that arose
In ancient days and paved the way to this road
So control it's sickening; Most just sit and stare
At a television with a distant glare
And I'm ashamed to admit it, I'm a slave to the shit
As much as anybody but I'm not afraid of it
This is where the change comes in, this is where we make some difference
Embrace what's within us; And escape from this prison
All it takes is a little bit of faith
And a little bit of love to get rid of all the hate


But the thing about it is we can't just sing about it
We can't just sit around and wait until they fit us out
We figure out where we're goin' while we live in doubt
If you want my truth, listen now, we'll just think about it
The thing about it is we can't even think about it
Can't afford a minutes time to figure how to bring about a change so
Take a second and shake your head and then
Take a step ahead and think about it


Now the ball is in our court while we sit and watch passively
The face of the earth changes drastically after we
Clear space at this rate for strip malls and factories
We risk take a cruel fate at a pace beyond gradually
No more crops for us to harvest and feed
Self-seficiency replaced by clone copy-written seeds
Now ask yourself how can we be free
When the water that we drink is owned by some company


I hear the weap of the streets and cry's of the skies
See weakness disguised as deceiptful lies
But we all lead to survive; And sleep through our lives
Weedin' for highs, all sheep and no pride
Never speak of a lie; I let the fear fortify
My inside's'll die tryin' to fit in the design
I'm reminded daily of world gone crazy
Guns mean safety for orphan babies
Ignore the distortion, you're forced to perceive and believe
What's supersede's as love but who agrees


You survive in the wild with a wife and child
Our whole human history's a line, a type and a file
So live your life in denial, and try to live on your own
Without ya colour t.v., heat, a fridge or the phone
While the average guy lives an elaborate life
Waits days a slave wage beneathe a passionate eye
Now we ovulate, copulate and overpopulate
Never stop to think about the things that we were taught to hate
Now the stage is set, watch the players place their bets
Take a sec, shake ya head, feel alive, make em' sweat
Realize that the system can't exist without belief
Appreciate ya true potential, un-twist your mouth and speak
We're workin' on buildin' a world our children can live
Understand I can't be free while you're still in this prison
And I can spend my days preaching as so on and so forth
But it won't change 'til we don't wanna go on no more


This is a time of growth for those that know
And it's a time of hope for those that don't
But if you're mind is open you'll get shown

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)

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.

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

Quote from: Professor Cramulus on December 28, 2007, 01:38:48 AM
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

:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :fnord:

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

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

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.

Quote from: Anonymously Evil on January 09, 2008, 07:34:26 PM
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!

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...

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.

•

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fnordiscordia is on this thread!!

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

Quote from: Hoopla on February 26, 2008, 06:41:37 PM
Fnordiscordia is on this thread!!

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

Gasp.

Quote from: Hoopla on February 26, 2008, 06:41:37 PMFnordiscordia is on this thread!!

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

yes, TTM is MGD.

dun dun DUN!!!

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.

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.

"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.

Motorhead?  Srsly?

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

 :x

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.

Now Lemmy would make a great President.

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

"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?"

Bloc Party - Uniform

There was a sense of disappointment as we left the mall
All the young people looked the same
Wearing their masks of cool and disinterest
Commerce dressed up as rebellion

Because we are so handsome and we are so bored
So entertain us, tell me a joke
Make it long, make it last forever
Make it cruel just make me laugh
We can't be hurt

Drink to forget your blues on the weekend
Think about more things to buy
The TV taught me how to sulk and to love nothing
And how to grow my hair long

So why do you go picking fights that you will lose?
(When u have entertainment, when give you things to pass the time)
So why do you have to go thinking thoughts that are above you?
(You can be happy, just play dumb x2)

Well I was brave
And unique,
Intelligent,
A snowflake
I could have been a hero
No-one can be trusted over the age of 14
Tattoo our arms
Converse shoes
Cynical
But we still do it
We tell ourselves that we're different
I've gotten so good at lying to myself
All, all my pain and honour is used up
All my guns are rusted
So when are you going to realise those are not your wrongs to right
Have another line, have another drink
(Pop songs won't change the government)

I am a martyr I just need a motive
I am a martyr I just need a cause
I'm a believer I just need to a moment
I'm a believer I just need a cause
We're finding it hard to break the mould
We are finding it so hard to be alone
We're finding it hard to have time by ourselves
We have nothing at all to say

Uniform

There was a sense of disappointment as we sped away
All the teenagers looked the same