Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I think I posted this shit already, but does it ever really get old?

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate...

Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate...

I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city
I'll stand on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy
When the passers-by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake rolexes

Every morning i'll wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake moustache
I'll drink heineken, 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 real good friend of mine
Or i'll jump up 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
There's 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 pup-p-p-pate
(repeats 4x)
Pu-pu-pate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate

[The Dark Monk]

The Cruxshadows - Birthday

Roll out of bed, look in the mirror
And wonder who you are
Another year has come and gone
Today is your birthday
But it might be the last day of your life
What will you do if tomorrow it's all gone?

You won't be young forever
There's only a fraction to the sum
You won't be young forever
Nor will anyone

So...
Look at your life, who do you want to be before you die?
Look at your life, what do you want to do?
Look at your life, who do you want to be before you die?
Look at your life, you haven't got forever

And tell me what really matters
Is it the money and the fame?
Or how many people might eventually know your name?
But maybe you touch one life
And the world becomes a better place to be
Maybe you give their dreams another day
Another chance to be free

Happy birthday
Happy birthday

Look at your life, who do you want to be before you die?
Look at your, what do you want to do?
Look at your life, who do you want to be before you die?
Look at your life, it all comes back to you.

[Sister_Gothique]

Here's a couple that are sticking in my mind right now:

"This is not a noble game
It's also not the price of fame
Expect that I may lie
About the things you have to try
You always see me from behind
Always think that I am kind
Expect that I may see
Whatever you have planned for me

When all is sealed and signed
You prostitute your mind"

"Take me to the edge..."

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Fiona Apple - Parting gift

I opened my eyes
While you were kissing me once
more than once
And you looked as sincere as a dog
Just as sincere as a dog does,
When it's the food on your lips with which it's in love

I bet you could never tell
That I knew you didn't know me that well
It is my fault you see
You never learned that much from me

Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for a rhyme
And from the first, to the last time, the signs
Said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
It said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started

I took off my glasses
While you were yelling at me once
more than once
So as not to see you see me react
Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on again
So I could see you see me sincerely yelling back

I bet your fortressed face
Belied your fort of lace
It is by the grace of me
You never learned what I could see

Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for a rhyme
And from the first to all the last times, all the signs
Said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
It said 'Stop' - but we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started

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New Millenium Cyanide Christ - Meshuggah

I'M A CARNAL, ORGANIC ANAGRAM. HUMAN FLESH INSTEAD OF WRITTEN LETTERS.
I REARRANGE MY PATHETIC TISSUE. I INCISE. I REPLACE. I'M REFORMED.
I ERADICATE THE FAKE PRE-PRESENT ME. ELEVATE ME TO A HIGHER HUMAN FORM.
THE CHARACTERS I AM, MADE INTO A WORD COMPLETE, THEN I'LL BE THE NEW NORM.

SELF INFLICTED FRACTURES. I REPLACE MY BONES WITH BARS;
ALUMINUM BLEEDING OXIDE; THE DRUG OF GODS INTO MY POUNDING VEINS

(A HUMAN PUZZLE FOR ALL TO SCORN. NO FACE. NO BACK. DIRECTIONLESS.
MY SCARRED EDITION I'LL DISPLAY; THE ORGANIC WORD FOR NOTHINGNESS)

MY RECEIVING EYES EXCHANGED WITH FUSES; BLINDNESS INDUCED TO PREVENT DESTRUCTION.
CERAMIC BLADES IMPLANTED PAST MY RIBS TO SAVE ME FROM THE DUES OF INHALATION.
I TEAR MY WORLDLY USELESS SKIN. STAPLES TO PIN IT OVER MY EARS.
NON-RECEPTIVE OF UNGODLY SOUNDS - I DISABLE THE AUDIO-GENERATORS OF FEAR.

HEXAGONAL BOLTS TO FILL MY MOUTH, SHARPENED TO DEPLETE THE CREATOR OF ALL VIOLENCE;
WITHOUT SPEECH THERE WILL BE NO DECEIT

(MY FEET I CRUSH. THE FLESH I CUT AWAY, SO AS TO NOT PRODUCE THE SOUND OF THEIR PRESENCE ON ROTTEN GROUND)

BAPTIZED IN VITRIOLIC ACID. A FINAL TOUCH. A SMOOTHING OF FEATURES.
COMPLETION OF THE GREATEST ART; TO CAST THE GODLY CREATURES.
HUMANS, ONCE ASTRAY; MADE DIVINE. STRIPPED OF CONGENITAL FLAWS.
WE'RE INCANDESCENT REVELATIONS IN A WORLD OF DARKENED FORMS.

(CONFIDE IN MY NEW AGE DOGMA. SWALLOW THE INDOCTRINATION. YOU'LL COME TO LOVE IT HERE,
THE SUICIDAL ATMOSPHERE. LET ME INTO YOUR COMMON MIND. I'LL PLANT MY THOUGHTS INTO ITS SOIL.
WALK AMONG US SELF-MADE GODS, DEIFIED THROUGH THE PAINS OF SELF TORTURE)

DISCIPLES, COME JOIN WITH ME TO SAVE A FAILED HUMANITY. FOLLOW THE GOD OF CYANIDE INTO THE NEW ETERNITY.
BEHOLD; A SACRIFICIAL RAZE A CLEANSING WORSHIPPING OF PAIN.
THE NEW MILLENIUM CHRIST HERE TO REDEEM ALL FROM LIES

(I'VE COME TO SAVE YOU ALL. I'VE COME TO LIGHT YOUR WAY)

[Cain]

Immortal Technique - That's what it is.


Yeah...Yeah...
Used to run around, gettin my fight in the streets on
Back in the day, before Harlem had a Green Zone
What good is a good education with no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election
Like the gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the front, without the midsection
Used to live robbin' and stealin' and being reckless
It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to live in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind bars
Shed blood to make it like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it from watchin' you, don't ever forget it bitch
Cause everybody knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on you
Evolution from Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is useless
Rappers are dropping like Icarus
Technological revolution, nigga picture this


Yeah...
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets packed to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
Fellas put your hands up, and all the women strip down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just apocalypse
Talk politics to the populace
Or challenge what the market is
With militant caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of hip hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on Ramadan
Hip hop reparations, now we taking back Delucci
Don't tell me you spent it on coke like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck hip hop would've been
This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant species, the new breed, that won't let you breath
I'll make you die for what I believe
So we got nothin in common
There ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power, Nazi, European Americans,
Rapid poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a bull through the record section
Flight connection to the gentry board of all guerrilla lessons
Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva

I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
.50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet nigga, we shootin the shit down
Bomb Wall Street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
You the shit nigga, I don't care about shit now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
Melt the ice caps, and make all of this shit drown

[Xooxe]

Those lyrics are brilliant, Cain. Shame I find it so hard to listen to hip-hop.


Curtis Eller's American Circus - Sugar In My Coffin

They're putting water in the whisky just to keep the boys in line
You ain't busting up my place like you did last time
The drinks are getting weaker with every round they serve
The way they keep us sober is getting on my nerves
So when I'm dead and gone, I want some sugar in my coffin
If I've gotta go, I want some sugar in my coffin

Oh no there ain't no Elvis Presley from the waist down
Or else I ain't learned nothin' from T.V.
He's shaking like an animal, point that camera where I said
We need this white boy going crazy like a hole in the head
So when I'm dead and gone, I want some sugar in my coffin
If I've gotta go, I want some sugar in my coffin

I want sugar in my coffin, I wanna cut the bitter taste
But they hide it in your money and there's cameras everyplace
I've been living with it just about as long as I can face
So if I've gotta go...
I want some sugar in my coffin
I want some sugar in my coffin

Well I heard about the seance in the Whitehouse yesterday
Has President Lincoln lost his mind?
They caught him in the graveyard digging in the mud
That's the father of our nation with a sickness in his blood
So won't you listen to me mister, I want some sugar in my coffin
If I really gotta go, I want some sugar in my coffin

I want sugar in my coffin, I wanna cut the bitter taste
But the President's a liar the country's fallen in disgrace
If they're ever coming clean they ain't got no time to waste
So if I've gotta go...
I want some sugar in my coffin
I want some sugar in my coffin
I want some sugar mister...I want some sugar mister...
I want some sugar in my coffin

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I love how scathing the lyrics of this Amy McDonald song are, toward EVERYONE:

Maybe if you were some spearheaded guy
I would listen to what you have to say
But you're just some incapable figure
Thinking you're bigger than me, but you're not
Yet you don't know a thing about the youth of today
Stating your opinion making it ring in my head all day

And you say,
"My children weren't the same"
"My children's children they're the ones to blame"
And you say,
"In my day we were better behaved"
But it's not your day no more...

And we are the youth of today
Change our hair in every way
And we are the youth of today
We'll say what we wanna say
And we are the youth of today
Don't care what you have to say at all

And maybe if you had a true point of view
I would listen to you
But it's just your one sided feelings
They keep getting in my way
And you don't know a single thing about the youth of today
Stating your opinion making it ring in my head all day

And you say,
"My children weren't the same"
"My children's children they're the ones to blame"
And you say,
"In my day we were better behaved"
But it's not your day no more...

And we are the youth of today
Change our hair in every way
And we are the youth of today
We'll say what we wanna say
And we are the youth of today
Don't care what you have to say at all

And you say,
"My children weren't the same"
"My children's children they're the ones to blame"
And you say,
"In my day we were better behaved"
But it's not your day no more...

And we are the youth of today
Change our hair in every way
And we are the youth of today
We'll say what we wanna say
And we are the youth of today
Don't care what you have to say at all

FUCK YOU, HUMANITY!

[Honey]

White Light/White Heat by Lou Reed  (the music really)

White light goin' messin' up my mind
don't you know, it's gonna make me go blind
White heat, goin' down to my toes
Lord have mercy, white light had it, goodness knows

White light goin' down to my brain
hey, don't you know it's gonna make me insane
White heat, down to my toes
Lord have mercy, white light had it, goodness knows
forget it

White light
Ooohhh, white light
Ahhh, white heat
Ooohhh, yeah, white light

White light goin' messin' up my mind
don't you know, it's gonna make me go blind
White light, goin' down to my toes
Lord have mercy, white light had it, goodness knows

White light goin' messin' up my brain
don't you know it's gonna make me insane
White heat, goin' down to my toes
Lord have mercy, white light had it, goodness knows
forget it

Ooohhh, white light
Yeah, aaah, white light
White heat
Oh, baby, white light
white light, now, now, now

White light goin' messin' up my mind
don't you know, it's gonna make me go blind
White heat, goin' down to my toes
Lord have mercy, white light had it, goodness knows

White light goin' down to my brain, ooohhh
Oh, don't you know it's gonna make me insane
White heat, goin' down to my toes
Lord have mercy, white light had it, goodness knows
forget it

White light
Ooohhh, white light
Ooohhh, baby, white heat
Yeah, white light

*White Heat  1.  a stage of intense activity, excitement, feeling, etc.  2.  an intense heat at which a substance glows with *White Light.
-a random dictionary

Lumina by Joan Osbourne

Lumina, come and wrap around me.
Lumina, take me through the snow.
Eve took a train, Eve took a train,
went to see her man.
Melting inside, melting away,
like butter in the pan.

Lumina, come and wrap around me.
Lumina, take me through the snow.
Eve took the fruit, Eve bit the fruit,
juice ran down her chin.
Babies will put things in their mouths,
never heard of sin.

Lumina, open like a city.
Lumina, see me in the dark.
Eve had to ask, Eve had to ask,
"What is wrong with this?"
Here is the place, now is the time.
Let's invent the kiss.

Lumina, come and wrap around me.
Lumina, come and wrap around me.
Come and wrap around me.
Come and wrap around me.
Come and wrap around me

[Brotep]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Heroes in a half-shell
Turtle power!

They're the world's most fearsome fighting team (We're really hip!)
They're heroes in a half-shell and they're green (Hey - get a grip!)
When the evil Shredder attacks
These Turtle boys don't cut him no slack!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Splinter taught them to be ninja teens (He's a radical rat!)
Leonardo leads, Donatello does machines (That's a fact, Jack!)
Raphael is cool but crude (Gimme a break!)
Michaelangelo is a party dude (Party!)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Heroes in a half shell
Turtle power!

[Iason Ouabache]

Merry Fuckin' Christmas!!!   

The Matches - December is for Cynics


Black frames to stare out
Mod lang slang to wear out
Scoff at squares in sweaters
Ho, Ho, Ho, we're so much better

Used is the new black
Downloads are the new crack
Mocking carols that we hate
Damn, it's easy being great

So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's get high on art supplies and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great

I brought you a bottle of wine full
Of flowers and this vinyl
I know we both made it clear
No stupid presents this year
But snopes.com said if you play
Strawberry fields the wrong way
You can hear Lennon's ghost say

I buried Paul

So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's go buy some take out and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great

So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's just try to sleep late and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great

So to hell with Holiday romantics
December is for cynics
December is for critics
Let's get by on Nyquil and hibernate
December is for cynics
Damn, it's too easy being great

[Honey]

Intro/Sweet Jane 
-Lou Reed, Steve Hunter, Rock n Roll Animal

(on a Lou Reed kick now & oh-oh-a! that Intro!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1y_ts0uDaVk

Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand,
Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest, me, Honey,
I'm in a rock'n'roll band.  Huh!
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim
Y'know, those were different times!
Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse,
And the ladies, they rolled their eyes.
Sweet Jane!  Whoa!  Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a!  Sweet Jane!

I'll tell you something,
Jack, he is a banker,
And Jane, she is a clerk.
Both of them save their monies, ha,
When they come home from work!
Ooh!  Sittin' there by the fire, oh!
The radio does play,
The classical music there, Jim.
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers".
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah,
Sweet Jane!  Come on baby! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a!  Sweet Jane!

Some people like to go out dancing,
And other peoples, like us they have to work.  Just watch me now!
And there's even some evil mothers,
Well they'll tell you that everything is made outta dirt.
Y'know that, women never really faint,
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!
And that, life is, just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart, oh,
That wouldn't turn around and break it.
And anyone who ever played a part, whoa,
And wouldn't turn around and hate it!
Sweet Jane!  Whoa-oh-oh!  Sweet Jane!  Sweet Jane.  Sweet Jane.
Sweet Jane.  Sweet Jane.

[Messier Undertree]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr2HTUlUrDo

The Specials - Rat Race

You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need
The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee
I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D.
I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me

Working for the rat race
You know you're wasting your time
Working for the rat race
You're no friend of mine

You plan your conversation to impress the college bar
Just talking about your Mother and Daddy's Jaguar
Wear your political T-shirt and sacred college scarf
Discussing the worlds situation but just for a laugh

You'll be working for the rat race
You know you're wasting your time
Working for the rat race
You're no friend of mine

Working for the rat race
You know you're wasting your time
Working for the rat race
You're no friend of mine

Just working at your leisure to learn the things you don't need
The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee
I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D.
I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me

Working for the rat race
You know you're wasting your time
You're working for the rat race
You're no friend of mine

[Iason Ouabache]

Wilco - Theologians


Theologians
They don't know nothing
About my soul
About my soul

I'm an ocean
An abyss in motion
Slow motion
Slow motion

Inlitterati lumen fidei
God is with us everyday
That illiterate light
Is with us every night

Theologians
That don't know nothing
About my soul
Oh they don't know

They thin my heart with little things
And my life with change
Oh in so many ways
I find more missing every day

Theologians

I'm going away
Where you will look for me
Where I'm going you cannot come

No one's ever gonna take my life from me
I lay it down
A ghost is born
A ghost is born
A ghost is born

I'm an ocean
I'm all emotion
I'm a cherry ghost
Cherry ghost

Hey I'm a cherry ghost
A cherry ghost

[The Good Reverend Roger]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PsnxDQvQpw