Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[Honey]

Welcome To The Working Week
-Elvis Costello

Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired
and you can have anyone that you have ever desired,
all you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why.
Welcome to the workin' week.
Oh I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you.
Welcome to the workin' week.
You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it.

All of your family had to kill to survive,
and they're still waitin' for their big day to arrive.
But if they knew how I felt they'd bury me alive.

Welcome to the workin' week.
Oh I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you.
Welcome to the workin' week.
You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it.

I hear you sayin', "Hey, the city's all right
when you only read about it in books.
Spend all your money gettin' so convinced
that you never even bother to look.
Sometimes I wonder if we're livin' in the same land,
Why d'you wanna be my friend when I feel like a juggler
running out of hands?

Welcome to the workin' week, oh, welcome to the working week.

Hhhmmm, I like all the lyrics on My Aim is True think I'll listen to on the way to work.

1. Welcome To The Working Week
2. Miracle Man
3. No Dancing
4. Blame It On Cain
5. Alison
6. Sneaky Feelings
7. (The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes
8. Less Than Zero
9. Mystery Dance
10. Pay It Back
11. I'm Not Angry
12. Waiting For The End Of The World
13. Watching The Detectives

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Whetstones - Deb Talan

Something about these woods
something I like
moss and an old man's beard
dripping rain from a branch in the fading daylight

And the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
I'm staring at your neck
thinking, thinking
could I rest my faith in there?
stay a while...

Something about your eyes
something that might
melt the winter in my heart
like a tongue touching snow

Because the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
I'm staring at your neck,
thinking, thinking
could I rest my faith in there?
stay a while...

Something about your mind
different, clever, kind
maybe we offer each other
other
If I'm with you long enough
to whet our wills as we grow old
could you let me close
to breathe your breath
to touch your soul?

Cause the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
I'm staring at your neck,
thinking, thinking
could I rest my faith in there?
stay a while...

[Cain]

Faithless - Mass Destruction


Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction


My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving,
He sat on my bed told me some facts.
Son, I have the duty, calling on me
You and your sister be brave my little soldier
And don't forget all I told ya
Your the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss
Then I had to say goodbye
In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I'm only a kid
Certain things can't be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find the courages, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction


The skin under my chin is exploding again.
I'm getting stress from some other children
I'm holding it in.
We taking sides like a politician
And if i get friction we get to fighting.
I'll defend my dad he's the best of all men
and whatever he's doing he's doing the right thing.
It's frightening, but it makes me mad,
Why do all of these people seem to hate my dad?
And if that ain't enough now i get these spots.
I go to sleep every night with my stomache in knots
And what's more, i can hear momma next door
Explore the radio for reports of war.
And all we ever seem to do is hide the tears.
Seems like daddy been gone for years.
But he was right, now i'm geared up for the fight
and he would be proud of me.

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find the courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction


My story stops here, lets be clear.
This scenario is happening everywhere.
And you ain't going to nirvana or far-vana,
you're coming right back here to live out your karma.
With even more drama than previously, seriously.
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free?
And we refuse to see
that people overseas suffer just like we:
Bad leadership and ego's unfettered and free
Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead
I don't need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight.
There's only now, do it right.
'Cos I don't want your daddy, leaving home tonight

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Halliburton Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find the courages, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction

[Dr Goofy]

Kill a Kitten by Stephen Lynch

When the game of life makes you feel like quittin',
It helps a lot if you kill a kitten
Mark my words, cause from where I'm sittin,
You can't go wrong if you kill a kitten.

There's no crime that you'll be commitin'
I know the law, you can kill a kitten.
If you need yarn for that scarf you're knittin'
Youll get plenty when you kill a kitten

Feed it turpentine, or break its spine,
Crush it with your shoe, as long as you...
Kill a kitten

If the one you love isn't quite as smitten,
She'll like you better when you kill a kitten
To quote the bible, cause that's where it's written
If yee loveth Jesus, yee must kill a kitten

Flush it down the can, hit it with your van,
Throw it at a train, make it snort cocaine
Drown it in a lake, bake a kitty cake
Stick some TNT up its cat booty
Do what you must do, as long as you...
Kill a kitten

Killing kittens isn't easy,
And if the thought makes you feel queasy,
Grab a pitchfork from the shed,
And kill a puppydog instead!
Kill a kitten, kill a kitten, for a mitten
Kill a kitten (4x)
Kill....

[LMNO]

I'm usually not one for poetry, but I found this near the end of HST's Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail 72, and it blew me away.

Be Angry At The Sun

That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new.  That American must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.

Be angry at the sun for setting
If these things anger you.  Watch the wheel slope
   and turn,
They are all bound on the wheel, these people,
   those warriors.
This republic, Europe, Asia.

Observe them gesticulating,
Observe them going down.  The gang serves lies,
   the passionate
Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth
Hunts in no pack.

You are not Catullus, you know,
To lampoon these crude sketches of Ceaser.  You
   are far
From Dante's feet, but even farther from his dirty
Political hatreds.

Let boys want for pleasures, and men
Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame,
And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes
   to be duped.
Yours is not theirs.

-Robinson Jeffers

[Triple Zero]

Jimi Tenor - Year of the Apocalypse

We're gonna party, and have a good time,
and I wanna make love to you baby ...
We're gonna do now all the wonderful things
'cause it's the Year of the Apocalypse!

lalalalalala

lalala

la

[Reeducation]

Moistboyz - The Tweaker

Man I'm so cold - it's 98 degrees
Think I saw some human heads growin' on the trees
Get a pair of pliers - and pull out all my teeth
Never gonna need 'em if I'm never gonna eat
I'd really be excited if I thought that this would pass
Didn't have a wallet man I wouldn't have an ass
My girlfriend's on the floor - she's gurglin' from the mouth
That must be why I got these maggots crawlin' on the house

Not much of a sleeper
I am the tweaker

Now I'm pukin' up my balls they're fuzzy little stones
at least I'm not a hippie faggot smoking little bones
when the bag runs empty - satan helps me cop
Drinkin' up the draino to get back on top
If I don't get some fuel I think I'm gonna flip
I just ate a scorpion that stung me on the lip
Sometimes I get so tired - never been a sleeper
Life is just a side-effect cause I am the tweaker

I just ate my beeper
I am the tweaker
I'm chewing on my sneaker
I am the tweaker

Born in 1984 I think I'm still alive
These spots on my face and neck look like I'm 65
Snot bubbles in nose every time I start to cough
My shriveled dick fell on the floor while I was jerkin' off
My skin will start to burn if I turn on the lights
My dealer wants his money but I can't fuckin' fight
No sense in taking out the garbage leave it one the bed
Call and leave a message 'cuz tomorrow I'll be dead

Here comes the fuckin' reaper
I am the tweaker
Here comes the fuckin' reaper
I am the tweaker

[Honey]

I want You

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Baby, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Baby, I want you.

Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Baby, I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Baby, I want you.

-Bob Dylan
Copyright ©1966; renewed 1994 Dwarf Music

[Honey]

Shelter From The Storm

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Bob Dylan
Copyright ©1974 Ram's Horn Music

[Manta Obscura]

From "Sunday Morning" by Wallace Stevens:

"Death is the mother of beauty, mystical,
Within whose burning bosom we devise
Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly."

[Iason Ouabache]

They Might Be Giants - Dead

I returned a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself

Did a large procession wave their (Did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance?)

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over)
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

I will never say the word
"Procrastinate" again; I'll never
See myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
I didn't apologize for
When I was eight and I made my younger brother
Have to be my personal slave

Did a large procession wave their (Did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance?)

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over)
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

(So) So I won't
(Sit) sit at home
(And) anymore
(And) and you won't
(And) see my head in
(And) the window
(And) and I won't
(And) be around
(And) ever anymore
(And) and I'll be up there on the wall at the store

I returned a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself

Did a large procession wave their (Did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance?)

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over)
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over)
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

[Xooxe]

This is for all you Nanowrimo Spagheads.

The Scarring Party - Ocean Bottom


It takes a rain,
It takes a hard rain,
To flood the Earth again,

To swallow every rope and tree,
Devour every spot round me,

Here I'm sitting in the ocean bottom,
Working on the first page of my novel,
Take your leave of me,

Every motion,
Every sound,
Invades my notice now,
Every meaning stands apparent,
Every thought is green transparent,

A prison without walls,
This is all an artist knows,

Here I'm sitting in the ocean bottom,
Working on the first page of my novel,
Take your leave of me,

Fish they enter,
Fish they leave,
Take your ring with eyes off me,
Like an anchor sinks my skeleton,
In eternal contrapposto stance,
While their mouths tear at me,
Like a thousand fingered hands.

Here I'm sitting in the ocean bottom,
Working on the first page of my novel,
Take your leave of me.

http://music.metafilter.com/307/Ocean-Bottom

[Dr. Paes]

In eternal compostal stance,
While the mouth tears at me,
Like a thousand finger hats.        <----[WTH? Did I hear that one right?]

After listening to it a few times, and getting it well and truly stuck in my head.
I hear it as: In eternal contrapposto stance,
                 While their mouths tear at me,
                 Like a thousand fingered hands.

[Xooxe]

That sounds loads better.

Never heard of contrapposto stance before.   

[Dr. Paes]

Finger hats is actually much better.
Also, song is swote.