Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[Z³]

Well my cynicism may be phony,
But the toilet in my heart is for real,
And you'll never know, just how I feel

[Cain]

I usually cannot stand Coldplay, but this song is...fairly indicative of how I have felt of late:

Coldplay - Viva La Vida

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

[Honey]

Take me I'm yours
-Squeeze

I've come across the desert
To greet you with a smile
My camel looks so tired
It's hardly worth my while
To tell you of my travels
Across the golden east
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be
A heaven in your kiss

Amusing belly dancers
Distract me from my wine
Across Tibetan mountains
Are memories of mine
I've stood some ghostly moments
With natives in the hills
Recorded here on paper
My chills & thrills & spills

It's really been some welcome
You never seem to change
A grape to tempt your leisure
Romantic gestures strange
My eagle flies tomorrow
It's a game I treasure dear
To seek the helpless future
My love at last I'm here

Heard this song in one of my dreams last night.  When do they staaaaaaaahhhhhhp?  At least one thing seems obvious, I am thinking: it's those damn lovely damn lovely damn lovely lasers (fukkit i give up)  sheeeeesh!

[Honey]

I'm still not sure 'bout those lasers but I'm really sleeepy right now & ... what the ?  oh.  hi there!   

[Iason Ouabache]

Jarvis Cocker "I Will Kill Again lyrics"


Build yourself a castle
Keep your family safe from harm
Get into classical music
Raise rabbits on a farm

Log on in the night time
Drink a half-bottle of wine
Buy a couple of records
Look at naked girls from time to time

And people tell me
what a real nice guy you are
So come on, serenade me
on your acoustic guitar

And don't believe me
if I claim to be your friend
'cos given half the chance
I know that I will kill again
I will kill again

And wouldn't it be nice
for all the world to live in peace?
And no-one gets ill or ever dies
or dies of boredom at the very least

And people tell me
what a real nice guy you are
So come on, serenade me
on your acoustic guitar

And don't believe me
if I claim to be your friend
'cos given half the chance
I know that I will kill again
I will kill again

I will kill again
I will kill again
I will kill again
I will kill again

[Honey]

On A Stupendous Leg of Granite, Discovered Standing by Itself in the Deserts of Egypt

In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.

—Horace Smith


OZYMANDIAS

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

(more desert dreams last night)

[Pariah]

Bone Machine

This is a song for Carol
Your into Japanese fastfood
And I drop you off with your Japanese lover
And you're going to the beach all day
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

You're looking like
You've got some sun
Your blistered lips
Have got a kiss
The days are lit like everyone
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh

Your bones got a little machine
You're the bone machine

I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot
Yep, yep yep YEP!

I make you break
You make me hard
Your Irish skin
Looks Mexican
Our love is rice and beans and horses lard
Your bones got a little machine
You're the bone machine

Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh

[Rococo Modem Basilisk]

Clusters of
people talking
secretly
to each other
In a bar
you cannot talk openly
to anyone
you don't already know
4 year olds,
they have got the right idea
they jump the line
and hit it on the nose

when we sit
and we get quiet
then we look
and see who's home across the way
there are 80 windows we can see,
It's christmas time
and they all have the same tree.
You tell me the patterns you already see,
I wonder if they see us in our bed.
You said you like the one
with the father who always eats with his son.
I like the rows of lights
because they keep me calm.
I feel far away from you.
so what else is new?
The moon is closer to the sun
than I am to anyone.

[Iason Ouabache]

"Accidntel Deth" - Rilo Kiley


You're obsessed with finding a new brain
But what you need is a new body
It feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before
And the skin you call your home
Holds a heart that quits and knees that buckle in
And lungs that can't breathe when they're alone
And the days come to you like sailors
You watch them as they drift away
They meet the sunrise out at the horizon
And it's neither sink nor swim
At least the water's beneath your chin

There's blood spilled on the floor
Everyone's staring at you
What for?
Till you realize the blood is probably yours
You feel you've lost something
You want it back
You're lying motionless on your back
And your legs aren't taking anymore requests
Those disobedient wrecks
How you cared for them as they carried you
From class to class and coast to coast
When you owned land and when you were broke
Through recessions and addictions

It's just your accidental death
Your accidental death
It's just your accidental death
You're the Indian in the cougar's nest

Your fright gives way to memory
Having coffee with your love
or the story your father told you long ago
He was hunting with his own father
for deer, he pointed and spotted her
and then tripped over some roots or some dead trees
The gun went off, It was a mistake
And my father was only eight
And as he watched the dying deer he was changed
Cause he felt sorry for what he'd done
And he put down his gun
Will you feel sorry for what you've done?
Will you put down your gun?

It's just your accidental death
Your accidental death
But there's no accidental death
When you're the Indian in the cougar's nest

It's just your accidental death
Your accidental death
It's just your accidental death
You're the Indian in the cougar's nest

[minuspace]

my spoon is too big

[Honey]

Maggie's Farm
-Bob Dylan

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, when she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

[Honey]

No Time to Think
-Bob Dylan

In death, you face life with a child and a wife
Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls.
You're a soldier of mercy, you're cold and you curse,
"He who cannot be trusted must fall."

Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety.
You fight for the throne and you travel alone
Unknown as you slowly sink
And there's no time to think.

In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity,
In secret, for pieces of change.
The empress attracts you but oppression distracts you
And it makes you feel violent and strange.

Memory, ecstasy, tyranny, hypocrisy
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss
In the valley of the missing link
And you have no time to think.

Judges will haunt you, the country priestess will want you
Her worst is better than best.
I've seen all these decoys through a set of deep turquoise eyes
And I feel so depressed.

China doll, alcohol, duality, mortality.
Mercury rules you and destiny fools you
Like the plague, with a dangerous wink
And there's no time to think.

Your conscience betrayed you when some tyrant waylaid you
Where the lion lies down with the lamb.
I'd have paid off the traitor and killed him much later
But that's just the way that I am.

Paradise, sacrifice, mortality, reality.
But the magician is quicker and his game
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
And there's no time to think.

Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us,
He's content when you're under his thumb.
Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him
To survive it you play deaf and dumb.

Equality, liberty, humility, simplicity.
You glance through the mirror and there's eyes staring clear
At the back of your head as you drink
And there's no time to think.

Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow
Will offer their heads for a prayer.
You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

Mercury, gravity, nobility, humility.
You know you can't keep her and the water gets deeper
That is leading you onto the brink
But there's no time to think.

You've murdered your vanity, buried your sanity
For pleasure you must now resist.
Lovers obey you but they cannot sway you
They're not even sure you exist.

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism.
Fools making laws for the breaking of jaws
And the sound of the keys as they clink
But there's no time to think.

The bridge that you travel on goes to the Babylon girl
With the rose in her hair.
Starlight in the East and you're finally released
You're stranded but with nothing to share.

Loyalty, unity, epitome, rigidity.
You turn around for one real last glimpse of Camille
'Neath the moon shinin' bloody and pink
And there's no time to think.

Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you
But no, you will not be deceived.
Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt,
You can give but you cannot receive.

No time to choose when the truth must die,
No time to lose or say goodbye,
No time to prepare for the victim that's there,
No time to suffer or blink
And no time to think.

[AFK]

Everything's Ruined by Faith No More

Things worked out better than we had planned
Capital from boy, woman and man
We were like ink and paper
Numbers on a calculator
Knew arithmetic so well
Working overtime completed what was assigned
We had to multiply ourselves
A bouncing little baby
A shiny copper penny
And he spent himself
Would not listen to us
But when he lost his appetite
He lost his weight in friends
Baby became a fat nickel so fast
Then came puberty
Exponentially
Soon our boy became a million
People loved him so
And helped him to grow
Everyone knew the thing that was best
Of course, he must invest
A penny won't do
But he made us proud
He made us rich
But how were we to know
He's counterfeit
Now everything's ruined

[Iason Ouabache]

Faith No More is one of the few metal bands I like because they actually put some thought into their lyrics AND you could understand the lyrics.

[Iason Ouabache]

Case in point:

Faith No More - Ricochet


All of that thick time without you
Has made me so thick and drunk
"and it's okay to laugh about it"
I said, "it's okay to laugh about it"
Running twice as fast to stay in the same place
Don't catch my breath to the end of the day
And I'd rather be shot in the face
Than hear what you're going to say
One day the wind will come up
And you'll come up empty again
And who'll be laughing then?
You'll come up empty again
There's no reason, no explanation, so play the violin
It's always funny until someone gets hurt...
And then it's just hilarious!
You beat me every time you blink
If only I did not have to think
Think about you crackin' a smile
Think about you all the while
One day the wind will come up
And you'll come up empty again
And who'll be laughing then?
You'll come up empty again
There's no reason, no explanation, so play the violin
On the ricochet - it's gonna hit you
It's always funny until someone gets hurt
You can laugh at me - when it misses you
It's always funny until someone gets hurt
And then it's just hilarious!