Favorite Song Lyrics/Poetry

[BadBeast]

One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
"Where The Water Lilies Grow"
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?

In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more

And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dreams
I saw the streams, the rolling hills,
Where his brown eyes were waiting,
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me

So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal

And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

[Chief Uwachiquen]

Grace to Grace - Geddy Lee

A Hundred Thousand Years
A Hundred Thousand Miles Of Track
A Hundred Thousand Tears
Hundred Thousand Souls
You Can't Give Back

When The Dark Subsides
An Eternity Goes By
On The Fault Line
Between Then And Now

When The Truth Hides
An Eternity Goes By
On The Fault Line
Between Then And Now

Grace To Grace
Immaculate Vision
Of What Should Have Been

Face To Face
Eloquent Stories
Of What Could Have Been

A Hundred Thousand Dreams
A Hundred Thousand Beams Of Light
A Hundred Thousand Schemes
Gods In The Heavens Can't Get It Right

When The Dark Subsides
An Eternity Goes By
On The Fault Line
Between Then And Now

When The Truth Hides
Integrity Falls Shy
On The Fault Line
Between Then And Now

Grace To Grace
Immaculate Vision
Of What Should Have Been

Place To Place
Elegant Story
Of What Could Have Been

When The Truth Hides
Integrity Falls Shy
On The Fault Line
Between Then And Now

When The Truth Hides
An Eternity Goes By
On The Fault Line
Between Then And Now

Grace To Grace
Immaculate Vision
Of What Should Have Been

Face To Face
Elegant Story
Of What Could Have Been

Grace To Grace
Immaculate Vision
Of What Should Have Been

Grace To Grace

[BadBeast]

Zappa, "Flakes"

Flakes! Flakes!
Flakes! Flakes!
They don't do no good
They never be workin'
When they oughta should
They waste your time
They're wastin' mine
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them

Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
They got the Flakes

Flakes! Flakes!

They can't fix yer brakes
You ask 'em, "Where's my motor?"
"Well, it was eaten by snakes..."
You can stab 'n' shoot 'n' spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' an' lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy

Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Take it away, Bob...

I asked as nice as I could
If my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, them whole damn weekend
came 'n' went, Frankie
Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?
'N' they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday

You know, no matter what you do,
They gonna cheat 'n' rob you
Then they'll send you a bill
That'll get your senses reelin'
And if you do not pay
They got computer collectors
That'll get you so crazy
'Til your head'll go through th' ceilin'
Yes it will!

I'm a moron, 'n' this is my wife
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here's
American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
Well we don't get excited when it
Crumbles 'n' breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some Flakes
They rush on over
'N' wreck it some more
'N' we are so dumb
They're linin' up at our door
Well, the toilet went crazy
Yersterday afternoon
The plumber he says
Never flush a tampoon!
This great information
Cost me half a week's pay
And the toilet blew up
Later on the next day-ay-eee-ay
Blew up the next day
WOO-OOO

We are millions 'n' millions,
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let it upset you
Can't escape the conclusion
It's probably God's Will
That civilization
Will grind to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While yer children is sleepin',
Yer puppy is crappin'
You might call us Flakes
Or something else you might coin us
But we know you're so greedy
That you'll probably join us

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you...

[BadBeast]

But today, looking at my last post, I'm thinking "What were you thinking! These lyrics are quite clearly better."

Once in a blue your dreams come true
If someone's looking out for you
So party on dude let's buy some booze
Go downtown and get tattoos
Then go ahead and have good cry
Do it now before you die
Soothe your temper
Wash your eyes
And give your lungs some exercise

Then get your brush
And we'll paint the town
A lighter shade of grey and brown
And it won't mean a thing

And in round two
We'll fight like Ali
And by the end
Of the second round
We'll be singing
You and whose army
Are gonna stop us now

That's the way I felt today
I didn't feel it yesterday
Tomorrow, I just couldn't say
It never comes here anyway

And when the clouds obscure the moon
And normal service is resumed
It won't mean a thing

Because in round two
We fought like Ali
And by the end of the second round
we were singing
You and whose army
Are gonna stop us now

Once in a blue your dreams come true
If someone's looking out for you
So party on dude let's buy some booze
Go downtown and get tattoos


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrsE-rdHBAY

Better post this quickly, before I change my mind!

[P3nT4gR4m]

Came across this last night - instantly jumped right up near the top of my list

Angelspit - 100%

Dip my tail in blood ink
Write it down in red
Scribe the words "Happy meal"
Right across your head

Tired of getting walked on
Treated like a sheep
Don't blame me for all the years
That you were asleep

Relax
God is in control
Watch the dot
Take your meds
Obey my demands
Trust my dog
Time for surgery
Relax
God is in control
Watch the dot
Take your meds
Obey my demands
Trust my dog
Shut your eyes you're dead

Televised mass poison
Spitting at the screen
Keep the masses deluded
With fabricated dreams

Powdered God in a bag
From the Vatican
I want you to fuck off
As hard as you can

[Chorus]

Heaven has burst open
Now it's raining bones
The chaos will erode you
Breeding little clones

Born of a fallen rib
From the monkey's womb
Overcooked by cathode rays
Evolved to consume

100% [4x]

Eating from the butcher's slab
Becoming what they meet
Restrained and roasted while they gorge
Strapped into the seat

Bathing in your arrogance
Dining will ensue
God made me a cannibal
To fix problems like you

[Chorus]

100% [2x]

Last time was the last time...
This time, you're 100% [3x]

Last time was the last time...
This time, you're 100% fucked

[BadBeast]

Whenever I see one of those shitnecked apologists for the Catholic Church's history of abuse, I want to send this to the Pope.

i am no feeble christ/not me/he hangs in
glib delight upon his cross/
above my body/lowly me/christ
forgive/forgive?/holy he/he holy/he
holy/shit he
forgives/forgive?/forgive?/forgive?/i?/i?
/me?/i?/i vomit
for you jesu/christey christus/puke upon your papal
throne/wrapped you
are in the bloody shroud of churlish
suicide/wrapped i am in the
muddy
cloud of hellish genocide/petulant
child/i have suffered for you
where
you have never known me/i too must
die/will you be shadowed in the
arrogance of my death?/your valley
truth/what lights pass those
pious
heights?/what passing bells for these
in their trucks?/for you
lord/you
are the flag-bearer of these nations/one
against the other that die
in
the mud/no piety/no deity/is that your
forgiveness?/saint/martyr/goat/billy/fo
rgive?/shit he forgives/he
hangs
upon his cross in self-righteous judgement/hangs in crucified
delight,
nailed to the extent of his vision/his cross/his manhood/his
violence/guilt/sin/he would nail my body
to his cross/as if i might
have
perfumed his body/washed those bloody feet/this woman that he
seeks/suicide visionary/death
reveller/rake/rapist/gravedigger/eart
hmover/lifefucker/jesu/you
scooped the pits of auschwitz/the soil of
treblinka is rich in your guilt/ the
sorrow of your tradition/your stupid humility is the crown of
thorns we
all must wear/for you/ha/master/master of
gore/enigma/stigma/stigmata/errata/eras
er/the cross is the mast of
our
oppression/you fly there,vain
flag/you carry it/wear it on your
back,
lord/your back/enola is your gaiety/
suffer little children/(to come unto me)/suffer in that
horror/hirohorror/horrohiro/hiroshimm
er/shimmerhiro/hiroshima/
hiroshima/
the bodies are your delight/the
incandescent flame is the spirit of
it/they come to you, jesu/to you/the
nails are the only trinity/hold
them in your corpsey
gracelessness/the image that i have
had to
suffer/these nails at my temple/the
cross is the virgin body of
womanhood that you defile/in your guilt
you turn your back/nailed
to
that body/lamearse jesus calls me
sister/there are no words for
my
contempt/every woman is a cross in his
filthy theology/he turns his
back
on me in his fear/his vain delight is the
pain i bear/alone he hangs/his
choice/his choice/alone/alone/his
voice/hisvoice/he shares nothing,
this
christ/sterile/impotent/fucklove prophet of death/he is the
ultimate
pornography/he/he/hearus jesus/you sigh alone in you
cockfear/you lie alone
in your cuntfear/you cry alone in your
womanfear/you die alone in
your
manfear/alone jesu, alone/in your
cockfear/cuntfear/womanfear/manfear/a
lone in your fear/alone in
your
fear/your fear/your fear/warfare/warfare/
jesus died for his own sins, not mine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1JqOv6PhW4

Just to imagine the expression on his face.  

[Iason Ouabache]

Some poetry from Raymond Carver:


YOUR DOG DIES
it gets run over by a van.
you find it at the side of the road
and bury it.
you feel bad about it.
you feel bad personally,
but you feel bad for your daughter
because it was her pet,
and she loved it so.
she used to croon to it
and let it sleep in her bed.
you write a poem about it.
you call it a poem for your daughter,
about the dog getting run over by a van
and how you looked after it,
took it out into the woods
and buried it deep, deep,
and that poem turns out so good
you're almost glad the little dog
was run over, or else you'd never
have written that good poem.
then you sit down to write
a poem about writing a poem
about the death of that dog,
but while you're writing you
hear a woman scream
your name, your first name,
both syllables,
and your heart stops.
after a minute, you continue writing.
she screams again.
you wonder how long this can go on

[BadBeast]

And I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
So what, so what

Well I've been here
And I've been there
And I've been every fucking where
So what, so what

So what, so what you boring little cunt
Well who cares, who cares what you do
Who cares, who cares about you
You, you, you

Well I've sucked sweets
And I've sucked rock
And I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what, so what

Well I've fucked a sheep
And I've fucked a goat
I've had my cock right down its throat
So what, so what
So what, so what you boring little cunt
Well who cares, who cares what you do
Who cares, who cares about you
You, you, you, you

Well I've drunk that
And I've drunk this
And I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what, so what

And I've had scag
I've had speed
I've jacked up until I bleed
So what, so what
So what, so what you boring little cunt
Well who cares, who cares what you do
Who cares, who cares about you
You, you, you, you

Well I've had crabs
And I've had lice
And I've had the pox and that ain't nice
So what, so what

Well I've fucked this
And I've fucked that
And I've even fucked a schoolgirl's crack
So what, so what
So what, so what you boring little cunt
Who cares, who cares about you
Who cares, who cares about you
You, you, you, you....


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6MlrPESdDI

[BadBeast]

Right now? This one here,


This is a story 'bout a girl that I knew
she didn't like my songs
and that made me feel blue
she said: "a big band is far better than you"...

She don't rock 'n' roll, she don't like it
she don't do the stroll, well she don't do it right
well, ev'rythings wrong and my patience was gone
when I woke one morning
and remembered this song
O-oh-oh, kinda catchy, I hoped
that she would talk to me now
and even allow me to hold her hand
and forget that old band.

I strolled around to her pad
her light was off and that's bad
her sister said that my girl was gone
"But come inside, boy, and play, play, play me a song!"
I said "Yeah! Here I go"
She's kinda cute; don't you know,
That after a while of seeing her smile
I knew we could make it, a-make it in style!?

So now I've got all I need
She and I are in love, we've agreed
she likes this song and my others too
so now you see my world is...
'Cuz of this tune!
What a boon this tune!
I tell you soon
We'll be lying in bed, happily wed,
and I won't think of that girl
or what she said... .... .....                                And if you want to hear it, the link's there too. Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhUT00LJbAM

[Iason Ouabache]

They Might Be Giants - Snowball in Hell

Avalanche or roadblock
I was a snowball in hell
Avalanche or roadblock
A jailer trapped in his cell

Money's all broke, and food's going hungry
If it wasn't for disappointment
I wouldn't have any appointments

Side effect or drug trip
Don't tease me with all of your might
Side effect or drug trip
My panacea's in a Xerox shop

Have a nice day, you want it when?
Have a nice day, have a nice day

(I didn't expect to find a salesman drinking coffee this late in the morning. How long you been here, Joe?
Oh, I don't know, I guess thirty, forty-five minutes maybe. Why do you ask?
You must be making a lot of sales, piling up good income.
Oh... uh... I'm doing all right. I could do better, but... Ohahaha I get it Paul. Back on that old "Time is Money" kick, right?
Not back on it, Joe, still on it.)

Avalanche or roadblock
I was a snowball in hell
Avalanche or roadblock
A jailer trapped in his cell
Money I owe, money-iy-ay
Money I owe, money-iy-ay

Avalanche or roadblock
I was a snowball in hell

[Xooxe]

Sleepytime Gorilla Museum - The Creature


There is a creature. It has to feed.
It stops at nothing to fill its need.
The people live in gruesome squalor,
So that the creature may grow taller.

Those with nothing have to bleed,
To help the creature spread its seed.
They learn to dine on fecal matter,
So that the creature may grow fatter.

The creature tells of evil gnomes,
Coming to destroy our homes.
And trolls who come with gun and knife,
To threaten our way of life.

The creature has enslaved our town,
But no one thinks to bring it down.
Provided with so much distraction,
The people can't be moved to action.

And when the people are all dead,
Still the creature needs its bread.
When we've been sucked completely dry,
The creature needs its food supply

(a parasite cannot survive unless its host remains alive.)

It has amassed such awesome wealth,
Maybe it can eat itself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mJLr-Ai1mM

[BadBeast]

Carter USM. "The Taking of Peckham 123"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CNgRKKNT6s

It's like Saint Valentine's Day
at the sugar candy store
where the barman lays
on the bloodstained floor
with all the wines
and the cocktails
he won't be serving anymore
to the swingers
and the roustabouts
and the carnivore queen
who's looking for the 3 scrooges
who are nowhere to be seen
and life's just a bowl of cherries
for the fruit machine
THE TAKING OF PECKHAM
1 . . 2 . . 3 . . 1 . . 2 . . 3 . .
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
they robbed him blind,
then dumb.
and then deaf
and they left him there bleeding
on the pavement to die
and he went to that
great high-rise block in the sky
And the hands that do the dishes
feel as soft as your face
then they rob you of your pension
and they ransack your place
still, you try to forgive
like the Babby Jesus did
though it's so hard to be a saint
in the flats where you live
And you'll live there forever
and the day that you die
when you'll go to that
great high-rise block in the sky
and you'll meet the Babby Jesus
so you ll know you're in Heaven
and you'll get back the years
that you gave
in the taking of Peckham

[BadBeast]

Carter USM  "Sheltered Life"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kENXGCEvPE&feature=related


I've never been insane, put my baby on a plane
with a suitcase that's alive and kicking
And your honour i confess that I've never tasted meths
or hid a gun in a box of fried chicken
I've never been to Amsterdam, left my heart in Vietnam
or sol gum on the streets of Mexico
never smuggled pot or been murdered in my squat
two stories from the top of a no go

I've never had to stael or sell my body for a meal
cigarettes, alcohol or drugs
I've never had a tattoo or scar that wouldn't heal
Pump it up Jack, pump it up Jack, pump it up!

I've never been on strike, or a speeding motorbike
been propositioned beten up or mugged
I've got 20/20 vision but I've never seen the light
Pump it up Jack, pump it up Jack, pump it up!

And if you're looking for trouble
You came to the wrong place

I've never gone cold turkey in a shed in Albuquerke
or played chicken on a railway line
I've never been a litter bug, given head or taken drugs
Pump it up Jack, pump it up Jack, pump it up!

Crack that whip across my thigh
stick a needle in my eye
Cross my heart and hope to die
I have lived a sheltered life

[Prelate Diogenes Shandor]

GWAR- Biledriver

All creatures born are born to die but before then survive
Some creatures born they never live but still they are alive
Upon a bony steed I sway, my scythe above the herd
I want to murder everyone in the entire world

Death feeds the cycle, driven by pure hate
Can't you see there's nothing left to create?
All is for me to destroy
And emptiness employ

I want to murder everyone in the entire world
Every man and women, every boy and every girl
Swallow up the air and earth, mutilate the worms
Kill the messenger who begs us to consider terms

But hatred is a feeling that's mutated with time
Into something much more sublime
To kill without passion! A new ability!
I slay with a new efficiency
This effect is most pleasing
As I slaughter millions for no reason
A vision of universal death?

No
No Order
No Reason
No Triumph
No Truth

So Horny
So Fetid
So Violent
So Uncouth

The young are simply too dumb to live
The old are weak and unclean
The ones in the middle, they also must die
Their ways are obtuse and obscene

Biledriver!
Bring forth the Biledriver!

All is for me to destroy
And nothingness enjoy

(I want to murder everyone in the entire world)
(I want to murder everyone in the entire world)
I want to murder everyone in the entire world

[Prelate Diogenes Shandor]

Go Forth and Die - by Dethklok

Trapped inside a box
Four long years
Hiding from the world
Punished by your peers

Studied teachers words
Spat from blackened hearts
Earned a piece of paper
Now go forth and start

Go forth Be conquered
Go Forth and Die

now you've graduated
Mind is mutilated
Thrust into the world
feeling segregated
Move in with your parents
Back into the dark
Landed where you started
Bachelor of Arts

The learning starts now...
Open up your textbooks and turn to the
chapter concerning your DETH

Night sky
Bleeds red
Black birds
Bring DETH

You'll be eaten by the blackness
Of your rotting mind that's dying
You're consumed with sharpened wings
That penetrate your frightened lying

Go die
go die
go die go!

Now you're sad and frightened
Want to go and hide
Maybe get your masters
Eight more years inside
Dream of your own murder
Strangled by the IVY
Drown in student loans
Better off just dying

go Die
Go Die

You'll be eaten by the blackness
Of your rotting mind that's dying
You're consumed with sharpened wings
That penetrate your frightened lying

Go Forth Be conquered
Go forth and die
Go forth be conquered
Go forth and die
Go forth and die
Go forth and die
Go forth and die
Go forth and die