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Started by ataraxia, October 01, 2005, 07:30:08 AM

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President Television

Quote from: Pixie O'Fubar on December 24, 2009, 09:54:06 PM
i fucking LOVE blind melon.

and Walk is an awesome track.

:):hi5::)

I should really get back into them. I kind of got turned off when they had that disaster of a comeback.
My shit list: Stephen Harper, anarchists that complain about taxes instead of institutionalized torture, those people walking, anyone who lets a single aspect of themselves define their entire personality, salesmen that don't smoke pipes, Fredericton New Brunswick, bigots, philosophy majors, my nemesis, pirates that don't do anything, criminals without class, sociopaths, narcissists, furries, juggalos, foes.

President Television

Sorry to doublepost, but I figured this song in particular would go so well here. You probably all know it, but I'm posting it anyway so fuck off.  :argh!:

Tom Waits: I Don't Wanna Grow Up

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want to be
The only thing to live for
Is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up
My shit list: Stephen Harper, anarchists that complain about taxes instead of institutionalized torture, those people walking, anyone who lets a single aspect of themselves define their entire personality, salesmen that don't smoke pipes, Fredericton New Brunswick, bigots, philosophy majors, my nemesis, pirates that don't do anything, criminals without class, sociopaths, narcissists, furries, juggalos, foes.

phi

The one about The Fnord... was in the back of the recent hard cover edition of the PD. I forget its name though and have lost all my copies of the PD for some reason... Anyone know the name?
Quote from: Shrunkenheadspace on January 24, 2010, 03:44:12 AM
Only 41 more posts til Clue Jr!
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on January 24, 2010, 05:43:57 AM
You're some kind of off-balancing piece of shit that just tears a hole in the whole god damned spectrum of life and creates a friggin mess out of everything.

phi

Oh and Ogden Gnashes "Further Reflections on Parsley." The complete text of which follows...

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Parsley
Is gharsley.
Quote from: Shrunkenheadspace on January 24, 2010, 03:44:12 AM
Only 41 more posts til Clue Jr!
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on January 24, 2010, 05:43:57 AM
You're some kind of off-balancing piece of shit that just tears a hole in the whole god damned spectrum of life and creates a friggin mess out of everything.

Iason Ouabache

Jarvis Cocker - Leftovers


I met her in the museum of paleontology
And I make no bones about it
I said if you wish to study dinosaurs,
I know a specimen whose interest is undoubted

Trapped in a body that is failing me
Well, please allow me to be succinct
I wanna love you whilst we both still have flesh upon our bones
Before we both become extinct

That's what I told her: I wanna be your lover
And then I told her twice: I wanna be your lover

Well, he says that he loves you like a sister
Well I guess, I guess that's relative
He says that he wants to make love to you
Well instead of "to", shouldn't that be "with"?

Oh, I told you once: I wanna be your lover
And now I've told you twice: I wanna be your lover

And so I come to you filled with guilt and self-loathing
And I am praying that you could make me good
And so I fall upon your neck just like a vampire
Yeah, like a vampire who faints at the sight of blood

And I told you once: I wanna be your lover
I'm gonna say it again
And then I told you twice: I wanna be your lover

Well this is my CV and I've got no one else to blame
So I will state, state my case, I will state it again

Come and help yourself to leftovers
Got a little surplus love and affection
And getting cuddly, so won't you cuddle me?
I could be your teddy bear... oh yeah

I know I ain't no eligible bachelor
This is no mouthwatering proposition
Make no mistake, you're in big trouble, little lady
If we start a-hugging and a-kissing
And a-kissing, are you listening?

'Cause I told you once
And then I told you twice
And now I told you three times
And at the risk of repeating myself
I'm gonna say it again

Yeah
I wanna be your lover
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I wanna be your lover
You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck i do not give.
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Xooxe

Idiot Flesh - Blue Head

(fucking incredible song in my opinion)


The time is now, and it's just another time.
The moon is full, and it doesn't mean a thing.
This song is an ancient one, it's older than the rocks.

Nothing new ever happens in the world today.

Endless is the number of moves that don't exist.
There's a shaking shell of index fingers,
There's a trigger on the gun, a smile on the face.

Nothing new ever happens in the world today.

Submit to the cavernous yield of the Blue Head.

There's one tin horn, played proud for the ones who died.
Another tear is shed as the dragon picks his teeth.
Once again the jester laughs from the mouth of an infant child.
Nothing new ever happens in the world today.

Submit to the cavernous yield of the Blue Head.

Thrill with us to yesternow, win some awards in neverwhere.
Trade in your old gods; maybe you could be catholic,
If you have the money that you saved from the same job, baby.
You should change your name so it looks good on paper.
Buy some new clothes, maybe sleep with a Kennedy.

How very nice to be noticed, like everyone is noticed.
The shepherd of the lemmings on the TV screen.

Through all the glitter and smoke and sweat and dirt we march,
Uphill 'til we reach the bottom, plant flags to air our guilt.

We can't be late or all the masks we find won't fit.
Important gestures while we preach, question nothing that we teach.
And happily ever after remains just out of reach.

Daego

I haven't much opinion on it, but I wrote a gutter-punk song back in '01 and made my super-shitty band, "Casey Jones and the Blow", play it over and over and over....kinda as a joke I guess. I wanna share the lyrics somewhere and this seemed to be as bad as any place

"Healthy Filth"

Found it under an apple tree 
Found out what it means
Drops trou and it fux ur pee
Come see what it's done to me

Hey! Wait your turn my boss said to me
Guess! What I just heard
No one cares I'm leaving but ya gotta save some for me
Ya gotta save some for me man ya gotta save some for
Not Impressed, FuX uR peE

Daego

HAHA I just thought of a good one by "Sloppy Seconds"

Hey man
I really like your sister
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
Not Impressed, FuX uR peE

Eater of Clowns

The Mariner's Revenge by The Decemberists - 8 minute long sea shanty

We are two mariners, our ships' sole survivors, in this belly of whale,
Its ribs our ceiling beams, its guts our carpeting, I guess we have some time to kill.
You may not remember me, I was a child of three, you were a lad of eighteen.
But I remember you, and I will relate to you, just how our histories interweave.

At the time you were a rake and a roustabout,
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds.

You had a charming air, all cheap and debonairre, my widowed mother found so sweet.
And so she took you in, her sheets still warm with him, now filled with filth and foul disease.
As time wore on you proved a debt ridden drunken mess.
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch, oh, oh.

And then you disappeared, your gambling of years, the only thing you left behind.
And then the magistrate reclaimed our small estate, and my poor mother lost her mind.
Then one day in Spring my dear sweet mother died.
But before she did I took her hand as she dying cried:

Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters,
drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his grave.

It took me fifteen years, to swallow all my tears, among the urchins in the street.
Until a priory took pity and hired me to keep their vestry nice and neat.

But never once in the emply of these holy men,
did I ever once take my mind from the thought of revenge.
One night I overheard the prior exchanging words with a penitent whaler from the sea.
The captain of his ship, who matched you toe to tip, was known for wanton cruelty.

The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer.
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear:

Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters,
drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his grave.
There is one thing I must say to you, as you sail across the sea.
Always your mother will watch over you, till you avenge this wicked deed.

And then that fateful night, we had you in our sights, after twenty months at sea.
Your starboard flank abeam, I was getting my muskets cleaned, when came this rumbling from beneath.

The ocean shook, the sky went black and the captain quailed.
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale.

Don't know how I survived, the crew all was chewed alive.  I must've slipped between his teeth.
But oh what providence, what divine intelligence, that you should survive as well as me.

It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes filled with fear.
Now lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear, oh oh.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

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the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.

Xooxe

Gaba Kulka - Hat, Meet Rabbit

You said a word
Repeated it till everyone believed you
Got your blue-blood transfusions
And your stocks skyrocket
In the black magic market
When there's not enough red
You roll your own carpet
And you say - you don't use it
And if you do - you don't abuse it
Oh, but just like you get better tables
At a restaurant - you got me
You really, really got me

And it's the greatest trick
You ever pulled
Will you teach me, put me in your school
Of something for nothing
Gotta get me some of that
It's a hat, meet rabbit
Rabbit, meet hat

Come on, come on, I believe you
Come on, you think I'm laughing at you, no
You're the truest thing I'd ever seen
In this land of make-believe
You always take your fill, never pay the bill
Tell me, baby - how do you do that?

And it's the greatest trick I'd ever seen
Will you teach me, put me in your dream of
Something for nothing, gotta get me some of that
Hat, meet rabbit - rabbit, meet hat
Out of thin air...

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Well, there's hair around your holes to protect them
Growing where you need to keep things out
Downy fields of pubic grass
Is twisty vines in ears and ass
There's hair around your holes to protect them

Say, that's mighty fine, Phirm, let's say we do another verse for the people?
(Fine!)
Two-Three
There's fluid in your holes to re-wet them
Moisture when your tissue gets too dry
When the wetness starts depleting
Rest assured, they'll start secreting
Fluid in your holes to re-wet them

Now we're cooking!
Break it down!
That sounds so nice you should do it twice?
What do you say we do another verse for the people then hold each other?
(Fine!)

Tubes connect your holes to your body
Making sure the right things come out where
In a manner most befitting
To keep your tits and eyes from shitting
Tubes connect your holes to your body

I say up and down,
Or left to right,
Gaping wide,
Or nice and tight
I said side-to-side
And end-to-end
Every hole is your best friend
(You're still friends with people though, aintcha?)
Nope
My holes are my only friends   

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhO0JE7MhK4
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Iason Ouabache

Quote from: Iason Ouabache on April 07, 2009, 02:24:54 AM
I have no idea who this song is about but it must suck to be them.

Ben Folds - Brainwascht

(1, 2, 3)

If you want to write a letter, write a letter
If you'd rather make a phone call, pick the phone up
Call me
But if you had to say it all with a pop song
Couldn't you at least have made me a good one?

She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too
She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too

Was it just a simple rewind and erase?
Was your mind squeaky-clean in the first place?

If you gotta write an essay, do your research
If you got to
Stick your nose in a boy-and-girl fight, hear both sides first
Something wrong, being copied on her memo
In the form of a big ugly demo

She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too
She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too

Is there a funnel from her mind to your mouth now?
'Cause you don't edit anything; it just comes out

I gotta say (gotta say)
It's pretty gay, trading jabs with pop songs (Ahh)
So maybe next time we should just have a dance-off
Dance-off (Ahh)

Isn't there something in the Bible about forgiveness and love?
And more importantly about throwing stones and what your house is made of
You might reflect upon your own arrangement
In '94, getting blown in your basement
(While your wife slept!)

She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too
She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too
She's brainwashed you (Integrity)
She's brainwashed you (Family)
She's b-b-brainwashed you (Online rhyming dictionary)

Sorry for the bump, but I finally found out who this song was about: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oopfb8DSj_Q

Still sucks to be them.  :lulz:
You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck i do not give.
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BadBeast

Ultrasound,  "Suckle"    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwsEHdLA6kA

I'm cold, and tired,
A melting wire,
with too much current passing through,
I once was young, and full of fire,
But life is cruel, and I am kind.
Now that the shadows round my eyes,
look like storm clouds in the sky,
The sun would be warmer if it shined.
As the floodgates open out,
As the world turns upside down,
There's nothing we can do,
but don't let go.
Too much time to think,
suckle, my love.
I'm overtired, Left behind,
I've lost the shapes I recognise.
I once was young,
and things were fine,
but life is cruel, and I am kind.
People ask too much of me,
don't want what I've got to give,
see my eyes? Full of love,
Too much... time to think...
Suckle, ...my love!
"We need a plane for Bombing, Strafing, Assault and Battery, Interception, Ground Support, and Reconaissance,
NOT JUST A "FAIR WEATHER FIGHTER"!

"I kinda like him. It's like he sees inside my soul" ~ Nigel


Whoever puts their hand on me to govern me, is a usurper, and a tyrant, and I declare them my enemy!

"And when the clouds obscure the moon, and normal service is resumed. It wont. Mean. A. Thing"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpkCJDYxH-4

Harper

I'm a huge effin fan of the Eels. I'll spare you the pages of lyrics I could quote.

E's most current album, End Times, is not as fucking awesome as the previous Hombre Lobo.

Anyway. What I mean to say here is that his autobiography is called Things The Grandchildren Should Know. It's a quick read, and it's friggin awesome.
I need a truck. ~Zevon

Iason Ouabache

Yeah, I've been listening to Pink Floyd again.

Sheep


Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You'd better watch out!
There may be dogs about
I looked over Jordan, and I've seen
Things are not what they seem.

That's what you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is not a bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of Judo,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.


Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck i do not give.
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