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Pro![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Inspired by the top 10 albums thread I thought I would ask what everybody's favourite song lyrics are. I don't think poetry is dead, but if you want anybody to listen to it, you had better put it to music. So, here are my entries: Must I Paint You a Picture - Billy Bragg It's bad timing and me We find a lot of things out this way And there's you A little black cloud in a dress The temptation To take the precious things we have apart To see how they work Must be resisted for they never fit together again If this is rain let it fall on me and drown me If these are tears let them fall Chorus: Must i paint you a picture About the way that i feel You know my love for you is strong, girl You know my love for you is real It took a short walk and a talk To change the rules of engagement While you searched frantically for reverse and then claiming That virtue never tested is no virtue at all And so i lost my ignorance And now the bells across the river chime out your name I look across to them again All your friends said come down It will never fly And on that imperfect day We threw it all away Crisis after crisis, with such intensity This would never happen if we lived by the sea Most important decisions in life Are made between two people in bed I found that out at my expense And when i see you You just turn around and walk away like we never met Oh we used to be so brave I dreamt the world stopped turning as we climbed the hill I dreamt impossible dreams that we were lovers still Tell Me Why - Neil Young Artist: Neil Young Album: After The Goldrush Year: 1970 Title: Tell Me Why Sailing heart-ships thru broken harbors Out on the waves in the night Still the searcher must ride the dark horse Racing alone in his fright. Tell me why, tell me why Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself, When you're old enough to repay but young enough to sell? Tell me lies later, come and see me I'll be around for a while. I am lonely but you can free me All in the way that you smile Tell me why, tell me why Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself, When you're old enough to repay but young enough to sell? Tell me why, tell me why Tell me why, tell me why |
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Got Wahoo? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() TOOL - Sober (this is one of my personal favorites, but I could add about 10 here and they'd all be as good or better.... There's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every breath I take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler who upon the finger rests. Murder now the path called must we just before the son has come. Jesus, won't you whistle something but the past and done? Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over. Why can't we drink forever. I just want to start things over. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave, I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down. Trust me. Mother Mary won't you whisper something but what's past and done. Trust me. I want what I want. |
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Champion ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() When riding in a peloton, here's my theme song:
Ms New Booty - Bubba Sparxxx Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere [3x] Edited by CubeFarmGopher 2006-06-15 10:09 AM |
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Resident Curmudgeon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() You have to admire the simple, yet profound lyricism of Richard Perriman:
Wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boom! |
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Master ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() tmwelshy - 2006-06-15 8:06 AM TOOL - Sober That song is awesome! When I was in high school I taped the video and would play it over and over again. Tool is one of the most interesting bands to listen to. So much going on in their music. |
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Pro ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() "The Patient" by TOOL my all time fav!!!!!! A groan of tedium escapes me, Startling the fearful. Is this a test? It has to be, Otherwise I can't go on. Draining patience, drain vitality. This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old. But I'm still right here Giving blood, keeping faith And I'm still right here. Wait it out, Gonna wait it out, Be patient (wait it out). If there were no rewards to reap, No loving embrace to see me through This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. Gonna wait it out. If there were no desire to heal The damaged and broken met along This tedious path I've chosen here I certainly would've walked away by now. And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may. Be patient. I must keep reminding myself of this. And if there were no rewards to reap, No loving embrace to see me through This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. And I still may. Gonna wait it out. |
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Extreme Veteran ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() My two bests would have to be; "The Final Cut" Pink Floyd through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes i can barely define the shape of this moment in time and far from flying high in clear blue skies i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide if you negotiate the minefield in the drive and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall dial the combination. open the priesthole and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall there's a kid who had a big hallucination making love to girls in magazines he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith could anybody love him or is it just a crazy dream and if i show you my dark side will you still hold me tonight and if i open my heart to you and show you my weak side what would you do would you sell your story to rolling stone would you take the children away and leave me alone and smile in reassurance as you whisper down the phone would you send me packing or would you take me home thought i oughta bare my naked feelings thought i oughta tear the curtain down i held the blade in trembling hands prepared to make it but just then the phone rang i never had the nerve to make the final cut Lateralus Tool Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. Black then white are all I see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come. I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going, going... |
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Elite ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Is there no end to tool lyrics? Screwdriver |
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Pro ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs they make a club, And beat their brother down. How they survive so misguided is a mystery. Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability, To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here. TOOL is god! |
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Champion ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Hope Alone - Emily Saliers let's not drag this out |
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Elite ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() You made your bed. That's where you'll lie. No pearly gates, When you die. We tried to teach, You didn't learn. You're going down. You're gonna burn. Mighty Mighty Bosstones lyric. It cracks me up every time I hear it. |
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Master![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Break the Pain by Stemm TIME to end this suffering i need a minute to myself (so i can drift away) You will never get to me what cant be done ill do myself (so i can slip away) Watch you rise watch you fall Watch you loosing contol, Watch to rise watch you fall NOW IM ABOUT TO BREAK Watch you rise watch you fall Watch you loosing contol, Watch you rise watch you fall NOW IM ABOUT TO BREAK FACE THE PAIN no escape when you step to this,Face the pain no escape when you step to this FACE THE PAIN FACE THE PAIN ripping me into peices FACE THE PAIN no escape when you step to this,Face the pain no escape when you step to this FACE THE PAIN FACE THE PAIN ripping me into peices face this fear infront of me i see the image of myself (so i can drift away) MYblood runs deep inside of me, a soliders unrepenting self (so i can slip away) Watch you rise watch you fall Watch you loosing contol, Watch you rise watch you fall Now IM ABOUT TO BREAK Watch you rise watch you fall Watch you loosing contol, Watch you rise watch you fall Now IM ABOUT TO BREAK FACE THE PAIN no escape when you step to this,Face the pain no escape when you step to this FACE THE PAIN FACE THE PAIN ripping me into pieces FACE THE PAIN no escape when you step to this,Face the pain no escape when you step to this FACE THE PAIN FACE THE PAIN ripping me into pieces (watch you rise watch you fall) WATCH YOUR RISE WATCH YOU FALL (watch you loosnng control)WATCH YOU LOOSE IN CONTROL (watch you rise watch you fall) WATCH YOUR RISE WATCH YOU FALL Now im about to B-R-E-A-K B-R-E-A-K Now im about to break FACE THE PAIN no escape when you step to this,Face the pain no escape when you step to this FACE THE PAIN FACE THE PAIN ripping me into pieces FACE THE PAIN no escape when you step to this,Face the pain no escape when you step to this FACE THE PAIN FACE THE PAIN ripping me into pieces RIP-PING-ME- INTO PIECES RIP-PING-ME- INTO PIECES |
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Master ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() I like "Happy Birthday." Simple, straight to the point and customizable. |
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Master![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Derek Webb A King & A Kingdom (vs. 1) who's your brother, who's your sister you just walked passed him i think you missed her as we're all migrating to the place where our father lives 'cause we married in to a family of immigrants (chorus) my first allegiance is not to a flag, a country, or a man my first allegiance is not to democracy or blood it's to a king & a kingdom (vs. 2) there are two great lies that i’ve heard: “the day you eat of the fruit of that tree, you will not surely die” and that Jesus Christ was a white, middle-class republican and if you wanna be saved you have to learn to be like Him (chorus) (bridge) but nothing unifies like a common enemy and we’ve got one, sure as hell but he may be living in your house he may be raising up your kids he may be sleeping with your wife oh no, he may not look like you think |
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Elite ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() sure hope the music is better than the lyrics! the bear - 2006-06-15 11:48 AMTOOL has lyrics? |
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![]() | ![]() Here's one for all of us who are/have been/consider themselves to be slightly/massively insane/messed up/psychotic. This always hits home with me and makes me feel warm inside. Partial lyrics from Madman Across the Water - Bernie Taupin (Elton John) Take my word I'm a madman don't you know |
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Master ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Random Aimee Mann lyrics ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A monkey knows how you'll react, creating want by holding back, like some reverse pyromaniac let me try, baby, try I propped the window up and then turned my back to lure you in to rifle thru what I might had been let me try, baby try ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Baby you're great, you've been more than patient saying it's not a catastrophe but I'm not the girl you once put your faith in just someone who looks like me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So here I'm sitting in my car at the same old stoplight I keep waiting for a change but I don't know what So red turns into green turning into yellow But I'm just frozen here on the same old spot And all I have to do is to press the pedal But I'm not No, I'm not ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was a time not long ago I dreamt that the world was flat and all the colours bled away and that was that And in time, I could only believe in one thing the sky was just phosphourus stars hung on strings and you swore that they'd always be mine when you can pull them down anytime |
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Pro ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() SIR MIX-A-LOT - Baby Got Back [Intro] Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. *scoff* She looks like, one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff* They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff* I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there, I mean - gross. Look! She's just so ... black! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!) Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back! (LA face with Oakland booty) Baby got back! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like 'em round, and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal Now here's my scandal I wanna get you home And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout Playboy 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want 'em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mix-a-Lot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya I won't cuss or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna ****** Til the break of dawn Baby got it goin' on A lot of simps won't like this song 'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it And I'd rather stay and play 'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah} If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!} Then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout Baby got back! Baby got back! Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3". [Sir Mix-a-Lot] So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none Unless you've got buns, hun You can do side bends or sit-ups, But please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines: You ain't it, Miss Thing! Give me a sista, I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis 'Cause his girls are on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'em So ladies, if the butt is round, And you want a triple X throw down, Dial 1-900-MIXALOT And kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back! (Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x] |
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Got Wahoo? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() jeng - 2006-06-15 10:35 AM SIR MIX-A-LOT - Baby Got Back [Intro] Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. *scoff* She looks like, one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff* They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff* I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there, I mean - gross. Look! She's just so ... black! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!) Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back! (LA face with Oakland booty) Baby got back! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like 'em round, and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal Now here's my scandal I wanna get you home And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout Playboy 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want 'em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mix-a-Lot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya I won't cuss or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna ****** Til the break of dawn Baby got it goin' on A lot of simps won't like this song 'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it And I'd rather stay and play 'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah} If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!} Then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout Baby got back! Baby got back! Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3". [Sir Mix-a-Lot] So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none Unless you've got buns, hun You can do side bends or sit-ups, But please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines: You ain't it, Miss Thing! Give me a sista, I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis 'Cause his girls are on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'em So ladies, if the butt is round, And you want a triple X throw down, Dial 1-900-MIXALOT And kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back! (Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]
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Pro ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Jane's Addiction- Had a Dad (I don't really feel like these lyrics are complete... Had a dad My daddy has gone away... Well i spoke to the mountain If you see my dad He's not there at all… And for the not-faint-of-heart.... Ani DiFranco.... blood in the boardroom
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Pro ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() tmwelshy - 2006-06-15 9:37 AM ....why do so many women like that song? Because it makes us feel good. Sir-Mix-A-lot has some seriously good lyrics though. ![]() |
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Champion ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() Anything by Bob Dylan...as long as he isn't singing it. |
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