Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[Xooxe]

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!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

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

[Xooxe]

  Nice one cone-face.

[AFK]

"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.

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

"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

[rygD]

Nine Inch Nails - God Given

Cain is teh uberghey

[Messier Undertree]

Nine Inch Nails - God Given

Cain is teh uberghey

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

[rygD]

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.

[hunter s.durden]

I wish rygD would kill himself .

[rygD]

As do I.

Not sure why you feel that way, though.

[hunter s.durden]

Because I wish you were dead.

[rygD]

Oh, ok.  Thank you for the consideration!

[Cain]

Nine Inch Nails - God Given

Cain is teh uberghey

The remix album is really good.

[rygD]

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

[Cramulus]

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