Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[LMNO]

Midnight Oil - Forgotten Years

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

[AFK]

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.   

[Triple Zero]

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

[Cain]

KMFDM do bring the goods, every now and again.

[Triple Zero]

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

# god-damn, the torpedoes ...

lalala

[rabidpigmy]

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

[Cramulus]

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

[rabidpigmy]

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

[rabidpigmy]

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

[AFK]

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. 

[Cain]

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

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

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

[Z³]

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...

[Payne]

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

[Cain]

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