The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin and the joint began to swing.
You shouldve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin and the joint began to swing.
You shouldve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
I Burn Today ~ Frank Black
(I'm totally in love with this song right now)
I knew a girl
with sad blue eyes
put out the feast
I lost my psychic prize
I did forget
what the tarot maid did say
I burn today
I burn today
our house was filled
with many birds
she said to me I can understand their words
the land will shake, so run away
(chorus)
I burn today
I burn today
yesterday I will burn
for the times
I did not learn
she said have fun
its time has come
hold my heart strings
and have yourself a strum
no, nevermore
this song will we play
I burn today eh
I burn today
and as I drank
in old Paris
she lay her cards
just to see what she would see
down by the water you'll find your happy days
(chorus)
I ran so fast
into the north
no snow on me
and so he said thenceforth,
I let snow fall
on frozen yesterday
I burn today
I burn today
and if my head
is hanging down
I feel her arms
and her legs are all around
and we make love
beside the waterway
(chorus)
behold the rose
of Jericho
how many lives
I really do not know
though with the rain
I know it will return
today I burn
today I burn
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
inside of me today
there is no one
only asteroids and empty space
a waste
...they're looking through the windows at me...
get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare
rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah
you will hate life more than life hates you
happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare
...burn all your mementos of me...
walkin' on air
up from the wheelchair
i'll find the suicide
that i deserve
walkin' on sand
forgotten where i am
but it's so comfortable
here in the sun...
i only see rainbows
now that the bandages are gone
through my window, there
from the skyscrapers
down to the submarines
birds and fairies
sanctuaries
atop the rolling hills of hell
these words are sledgehammers
of truth
that pound the iron heart
of sin
bloody smiling
vandalizing
my wet dream is drying up...
where's my rainbow?
where's my halo?
there's my halo!
the air-conditioned nightmare - mr bungle
"Wish you were here" by Pink Floyd-that's a good one.
"the Summer of '69"by Bryan Adams-that's also a good one.
That's a cool quote by Blake.
Thank You, You're the Sister of my Soul
Jan Verner
I woke up this morning
remembering your name
was flickering on the screen
in my dream
There was something I forgot to tell you
after all what we've been through
and after all what we've seen
We take so much for granted
and forget aobut all the little simple things
in between
Thank you, 'cause you
are the sister of my soul
and I will never let you down.
You keep me going
You keep me singing
You keep me dancing
On the silver-screen of my soul
You keep me laughing
You keep me smiling and crying
You keep me doing what I was supposed to do
I never took you for granted
Never expected you to be someone else
Still I don't want to lose you
Thank you girl, 'cause you're
the sister of my soul
and I will never, ever let you down
You're so connected to the world
You'r so connected to your heart
You're so connected to life
and I say
It's you and your generation
Who's gonna turn this messed up world into something new
say it again,
it's you and your generation who's gonna turn this world into something new.
Thank you girl,
You're the sister of my soul,
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you want to dance tonight
Man and Woman Man and Woman's gonna make it right
Man and Woman Man and Woman's gonna make it right
You know, I'm gonna die tonight
I'm gonna fly away to a place
Where there's only peace and calm
But tomorrow I wake up again
Still I'll have the image of your face
Like a firefly on my mind
'cause you light up the corners
you keep me hoping and thinking
there's a silver lining to every cloud
I'm saying thank you girl,
you know,
you're the sister of my soul
and I will never let you down.
Deep Blue, by George Harrison
When sunshine is not enough
To make me feel bright
It's got me suffering in the darkness
That's so easy come by on the road-side
Of one loong life-time
It's got me deep blue
You know I'm deep blue
When you stand there, watch tired bodies
Full of sickness and pain
To show you just how helpless you really are
When you get down to the truth
It hurts me
It's got me deep blue
You know I'm deep blue
When I think of the life I'm living
Pray God help me; give me your light
So I can love you and understand
This repetition that keeps me here
Feeling deep blue
It's got me deep blue
You know I'm deep blue
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again (From Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Phantom of the Opera"). They have very special meaning for me.
You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye.
Wish I may
Wish I might
Have this I wish tonight
Are you satisfied?
Dig for gold
Dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?
All the wants you waste
All the things you've chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there's no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle's crumbled
And you're left with just a name
Where's your crown, King Nothing?
Where's your crown?
Hot and cold
Bought and Sold
A heart as hard as gold
Yeah! Are you satisfied?
Wish I might
Wish I may
You wish your life away
Are you pacified?
All the wants you waste
All the things you chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there's no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle's crumbled
And you're left with just a name
Where's your crown, King Nothing?
Oh, where's your crown?
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
I want that star
I want it now
I want it all and I don't care how
Careful what you wish
Careful what you say
Careful what you wish
You may regret it
Careful what you wish
You just might get it
Agitata Infido Flatu, by Antonio Vivaldi
Weapons, slaughters, vengances, furies,
Straits, fears,
Go before us;
Turn,
Fight,
O warlike fates;
A thousand plagues,
A thousand deaths,
Bring them, you!
Driven by the faithless blast,
Long in wandering
Flight,
The sad swallow
Goes in grief,
Ignorant of good.
But with a breath of serene air
Quickly forgetful of such pain,
In the beloved
Sweet shelter
She laughs, no longer thirsting for joy.
Ooh, I'm a TOOL fan too. I think them just as strong lyrically as musically (which usually gets all the plaudits). I remember a particular excerpt from their song 'Eulogy':
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud and I
Swallowed his façade cuz I'm so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the crowd,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, and
Someone who would die for me.
The singer is a great lyricist. I also think Bob Dylan's lyrics (poetry) is incredible.
Jeff Buckley is a favourite of mine and most of his lyrics are great, I'm gonna post two of my favourite....
"Last Goodbye"
This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then i'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know
This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all
Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye
Did you say 'no, this can't happen to me,'
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didn't know him at all
You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know
Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that it's over... it's over
"Moodswing Whiskey"
Mood swing whiskey
Drank it all in the morning
Waiting for the dark to move in
Sitting in my step-sister's kitchen
Horseflies on the window sill
Eyes trained on the lemon king
And wishing it were a gun
I'm thinking of our wedding rings
Trapped inside the heater
Spring water on the floor of this
Sex starved room
The nightmare's fires burn
The waves of bliss
I tried to stop it with my hand
I was lost in the kiss
With you
Mood swing whiskey
Your bliss, the actress,
Bliss, the assassin
Bliss, the abyss
Did a crazy shot of whiskey
In about zero to sixty
All i could see was the beer
I face the future with a drink in my right
Eyes to the sparkling gloom
Body naked, afraid, and amazed
Say boost me up to your junkyard paradise
Boost me up to your junkyard paradise
With a sweet-*** photo of you
She cheated, and she lied, and you stole her
Stung my tongue just like
Sweat from her shoulder
Ooh, mood swing whiskey
Your love, the destroyer
Love, the destroyer
Love, love...
Yes mood swing whiskey has my brain
Only you can break this chain
Are you here in my bed again
Can you hear my love again [x4]
Run down the subway station babe
I'm packing my rod
All and present histories erased
I am a punishing god
Mood swing whiskey
Yeah the leaves are made of
Messy things again
And i said this is all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All for the law of gravity
And the price of admission
Beautiful loser warm hearts have let you down
Beautiful loser warm hearts have left you
Oh no, you...
I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since i took a drink from you
This is for all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All in the name of gravity
And the price of admission
Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now
Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now
Cause you're beautiful
I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since I took a drink of you
I hope death is joyful, and I hope I'll never return -Frida Khalo
If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, understand it's the way I am- Mr. Spock
Personally, I think that the unique and supreme delight lies in the certainty of doing 'evil'–and men and women know from birth that all pleasure lies in evil. - Baudelaire
i can wait
i can wait
i can sit wondering what in world you think about
i don't think i'm ever gonna figure it out
after all the alchohol, the pretty words that devolve down
to slurs and drunken shouts
i don't think i'm ever gonna figure it out
it's like some wild last frontier
you never know what kind of fight's gonna appear
that once begun can't be won
started out losing already and go all ten rounds
i don't think i'm ever gonna figure it out
the tired hits that fall below
i can't connect, yeah yeah i know
i can wait
i can wait
i can sit wondering what in the world you think about
i don't think i'm ever gonna figure it out
i don't think i'm ever gonna figure it out
i don't think i'm ever gonna figure it out
Elliott Smith
Chris Mosdell and Tim Jensen! =D
Originally Posted by Tim JensenOriginally Posted by Chris MosdellOriginally Posted by Chris Mosdell
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"He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear."
-As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner