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    Share Your Favourite Lyrics!

    Songs are poems, too! Also I can actually understand them.

    This is my current favorite:

    "Emotionless"
    Good Charlotte

    Hey dad
    I'm writing to you
    not to tell you, that I still hate you
    just to ask you
    how you feel
    and how we fell apart
    how this fell apart

    are you happy out there in this great wide world?
    do you think about your sons?
    do you miss your little girl?
    when you lay your head down
    how do you sleep at night?
    do you even wonder if we're all right?

    but we're all right
    we're all right

    [Chorus:]
    it's been a long hard road without you by my side
    why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
    you broke my mother's heart
    you broke your children for life
    it's not ok,
    but we're all right
    I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
    but those were just a long lost memory of mine
    I spent so many years learning how to survive
    Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive

    the days I spent so cold, so hungry
    were full of hate
    I was so angry
    those scars run deep inside this tattooed body
    there's things I'll take, to my grave
    but I'm okay
    I'm okay

    [Chorus:]
    it's been a long hard road without you by my side
    why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
    you broke my mother's heart
    you broke your children for life
    it's not ok,
    but we're all right
    I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
    but those were just a long lost memory of mine
    Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive
    yeah, I'm still alive

    sometimes
    I forgive
    yeah and this time
    I'll admit
    that I miss you, said I miss you

    [Chorus:]
    it's been a long hard road without you by my side
    why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
    you broke my mother's heart
    you broke your children for life
    it's not ok,
    but we're all right
    I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
    but those were just a long lost memory of mine
    Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive

    and sometimes
    I forgive
    and this time
    I'll admit, that I miss you, I miss you
    hey dad
    You're just another bastard.

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    That happened to some close friends of my family, years ago. It just leaves me speechless as to how these things happen and everything. Hmph.

    Well, hope this doesn't get too political for forum material...but I didn't write it.
    I have to admit, I like Bright Eyes' new CD. There, I've said it. And this song makes me cry when I hear it.

    Bright Eyes: "Let's Not **** Ourselves (To Love and Be Loved)"

    Well the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness
    A baby cries hard in an apartment complex
    As I pass in a car
    Buried under the influence
    The city's driving me out of my mind
    I've seen a child he's caught in the sad trap of gravity
    He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
    And lands in the grass, and weeps for his dignity
    Next time he will not aim so high
    Yeah next time neither will I

    Now mother takes loans out
    Sends her kids off to colleges
    Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list
    Well a coroner kneels beneath a great wooden crucifix
    He knows there's worse things than being alone
    And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger
    I mean why wait around, if it's just to surrender
    And ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure
    I do not read the reviews
    No, I am not singin' for you

    Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well
    And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help
    With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real
    At least a telephone, call home
    Well my teachers they built this retaining wall of memory
    All those multiple choices I answered so quickly
    And got my grades back, and forgot just as easily
    But at least I got an A
    And so I don't have them to blame

    Well I should stop pointing fingers
    Reserve my judgement of all those public action figures
    The cowboy presidents
    So loud behind the bullhorn
    So proud they can't admit
    When they made a mistake
    Well-poisoning spews from a speechwriter's pen
    He knows he don't have to say it so it
    it don't bother him
    Honesty, accuracies, just popular opinion
    And the approval rating's high
    And so someone's gonna die

    Well ABC, NBC, CBS: bull****
    They give us fact or fiction I guess an even split
    And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment
    We're still pawns in their game
    As they take eye for an eye, until no one can see
    We must stumble blindly forward, repeating history
    Well I guess we all fit into your slogan in that fast food marquee
    Red-blooded white skinned
    Oh and the blues
    Oh and the blues
    I got the blues
    That's me
    (That's me)
    That's me

    Well I awoke in relief
    My sheets and tubes were all tangled
    Weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital
    And my father was there, in a chair by the window
    Staring so far away
    I tried talking, just whispered, "so sorry, so selfish."
    He stopped me and said, 'Child, I love you regardless"
    'There's nothing you could do that would ever change this
    'I'm not angry, it happens, but you just can't do it again'

    So now I try to keep up
    I've been exchanging my currency
    While a million objects pass through my periphery
    Now I'm rubbing my eyes, cause they're starting to bother me
    I've been staring too long at the screen
    But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility
    It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody
    How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery
    To love and to be loved
    Let's just hope that is enough
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    If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
    You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!

    ~The Dresden Dolls

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    OH! I was going to post a thread like this sooner or later... You know, when I get started on lyrics I just can't stop!

    Just for a start, a true masterpiece:



    The Cure - Prayers for Rain

    You shatter me
    Your grip on me
    A hold on me
    So dull it kills
    You stifle me
    Infectious sense
    Of hopelessness and
    Prayers for rain
    I suffocate
    I breathe in dirt
    And nowhere shines
    But desolate
    And drab the hours all spent
    On killing time again
    All waiting for
    The rain

    You fracture me
    Your hands on me
    A touch so plain
    So stale it kills
    You strangle me
    Entangle me
    In hopelessness and
    Prayers for rain
    I deteriorate
    I live in dirt
    And nowhere glows
    But drearily and tired
    The hours all spent
    On killing time again
    All waiting for
    The rain
    dead on the inside, i've got nothing to prove
    keep me alive and give me something to lose

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    Although the lyrics are to extensive to post here I recommend a readthrough of Bob Dylan's lyrics to the Hurricane, and not to be forgotten the satirical verses of Alice's Resteraunt.

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    I consider most songs by Jim Morrison (The Doors) and Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) to be very poetic, and in fact it was listening to those bands that sparked my interest in poetry. Check out NIN's "Hurt" and The Doors "The End", you'll see what I mean. Other than that, the most poetic song in rock and roll is.......















    ITS PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME
    Strangers passing in the street, by chance to separate glances meet, and I am you and what I see is me.

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    Hehe.

    Maynard James Keanan has always stunned me with his poetry. Most of it similar in content to Trent's (any Tool and NIN fans must know what I'm talking about -- a very specific bad childhood experience revealed in the lyrics *coughpriestcough*)...much of the stuff way too vulgar to post here.
    But hey, here's one that isn't:

    Tool -- "The Patient"

    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 and keeping faith.
    And I'm still right here.
    But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith.
    And I'm still right here.

    I'm gonna 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.

    I'm 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.

    I still may.
    And I still may.
    Be patient.

    I must keep reminding myself of this...

    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.
    And I still may.
    And I still may.

    I'm gonna wait it out.
    I'm gonna wait it out.
    Gonna wait it out.
    Gonna wait it out.
    If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
    You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!

    ~The Dresden Dolls

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    GatsbyTheGreat, you might want to check out (if you haven't already) The Door's An American Prayer , it's a record the rest of the band made after Morrison's death which consists in a musicalization (the words exists in spanish, not so sure if it does in english though ) of his poems.
    Ningún hombre llega a ser lo que es por lo que escribe, sino por lo que lee.
    - Jorge Luis Borges

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    Left my home in Norfolk Virginia
    California on my mind

    Straddled that Greyhound
    and road it 'cross Raleigh and on across Caroline

    Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rockhill
    and we never was a minute late

    We was ninety miles outta Atlanta by sundown
    Rollin' 'cross Georgia state

    Had motor trouble, it turned into a struggle
    half-way across Ala-bam

    Then the Hound broke down
    and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham

    --Chuck Berry
    Like a blind man with a gun
    WHOO!

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    hey simon, I'd like to see you post one lyric
    You're just another bastard.

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    I would like that too simon.
    Immensely.
    Like a blind man with a gun
    WHOO!

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    Sadly the text I wanted to post was 14563 characters, and the limit is 10000, so here it is in chunks:

    This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
    restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
    that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
    Restaurant.

    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

    Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
    Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
    restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
    church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
    Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
    room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
    seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
    have to take out their garbage for a long time.

    We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
    a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
    we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
    microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
    on toward the city dump.

    Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
    dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
    closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
    into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

    We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
    side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
    cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
    is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
    decided to throw our's down.

    That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
    dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
    next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
    we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
    garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
    I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
    under that garbage."

    After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
    finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
    and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
    police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
    shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
    police officer's station.

    Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
    the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
    being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
    we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
    and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
    which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
    there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
    both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
    can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
    Get in the back of the patrol car."

    And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
    quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
    Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
    signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
    Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
    being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
    get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
    cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
    They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
    they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
    and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
    one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
    the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
    mention the aerial photography.

    After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
    us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
    wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
    wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
    want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings."
    I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
    Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
    toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
    out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
    toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
    was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
    (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
    nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
    to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
    and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

    We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
    colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
    of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
    and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
    pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
    sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
    twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
    and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
    And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
    and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
    'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
    blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
    judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
    pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
    one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
    we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
    what I came to tell you about.

    Came to talk about the draft.
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    They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
    where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
    neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
    day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
    I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
    look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
    to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
    and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
    kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
    me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

    And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
    wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
    guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
    KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
    he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
    yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
    sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

    Didn't feel too good about it.

    Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
    detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
    at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
    hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
    ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
    inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
    part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
    last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
    and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
    one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

    And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
    with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
    the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
    go to court?"

    And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
    colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
    the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
    you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

    And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
    where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
    committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
    looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
    rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
    they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
    bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
    father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
    'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
    and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
    $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
    And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
    there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
    said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
    and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
    father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
    bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
    things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
    up and said.

    "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
    know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
    you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
    officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
    forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
    fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
    and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
    down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
    pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
    other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
    the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
    following words:

    ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

    I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
    ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
    sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
    'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
    kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
    said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
    off to Washington."

    And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
    study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
    singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
    situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
    situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
    the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
    anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
    one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
    they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
    they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
    And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
    singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
    organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
    fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
    walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

    And that's what it is, the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
    all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar.

    With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
    sing it when it does. Here it comes.

    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

    That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
    I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
    for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

    So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
    harmony and feeling.

    We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

    All right now.

    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Excepting Alice
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

    Da da da da da da da dum
    At Alice's Restaurant

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    I don't know what to say.
    You're just another bastard.

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    Well, then I'll say it. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

    How bout some more Arlo, kids?
    (BTW, I went to see him last August in, like, a school auditorium...and the story has gotten much, much longer.)

    The Motorcycle Song

    I don't want a pickle
    Just want to ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want a tickle
    'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want to die
    I just want to ride on my motorcy . . .
    . . . cle

    It was late last night the other day
    I thought I'd go up and see Ray
    So l went up and I saw Ray
    There was only one thing Ray could say,
    Was:

    I don't want a pickle
    Just want to ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want a tickle
    'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want to die
    I just want to ride on my motorcy . . .
    . . . cle

    This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle. Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin' my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was a cliff in the air.

    Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin' a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar. Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater on the box side than on the neck side, because there's more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

    Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff. I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down at the same time.

    I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided to write one last farewell song to the world.

    Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper. I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':

    I don't want a pickle
    Just want to ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want a tickle
    'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want to die
    Just want to ride on my motorcy . . . cle."

    I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.

    But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin' 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

    I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned itself off.

    I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin' pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the eye and said "Nothin'".

    (You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just squashed a cop...)

    I don't want a pickle
    Just want to ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want a tickle
    'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want to die
    I just want to ride on my motorcy . . .
    . . . cle
    If you had to live with this you'd rather lie than fall.
    You think I can't fly? Well, you just watch me!

    ~The Dresden Dolls

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    Take that ajoe and sancho(I could use an exclamation mark here but lets not push it).

    I like Arlo's stroy telling style, and the quirky tales he comes up with.

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