I know that one...well, heard it. I'll get into NIN sooner or later I think...
I strangely can't think of any lyrics to post at the moment...I'll be back.
I know that one...well, heard it. I'll get into NIN sooner or later I think...
I strangely can't think of any lyrics to post at the moment...I'll be back.
dead on the inside, i've got nothing to prove
keep me alive and give me something to lose
The new NIN CD is going to be just Trent on the instruments, plus Dave Grohl (from the Foo Fighters and Nirvana) on Drums. Who would have ever paired those two up? I think it'll be great. I read an interview where Trent said Dave added so much, and it's better than he thought it would be. It's about darn time for a new album!
(Oh, indulge me. I have no one else to tell.)
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
It's hard to wake up,
When the shades have been pulled shut.
This house is haunted, its so pathetic, it makes no sense at all.
I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away.
If this stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day.
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time.
You gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when you're dead and gone,
Will you remember this night?
Twenty years now lost.
It's not right.
Their anger hurts my ears.
Been running strong for seven years.
Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them.
It makes no sense at all.
I see them every day.
We get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants, and it's what she wants,
Then why is there so much pain?
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time.
You gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when you're dead and gone,
Will you remember this night?
Twenty years now lost.
It's not right.
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time.
You gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when your dead and gone,
Will you remember this night?
Twenty years now lost.
It's not right.
Its not right (x3)
†
pura vida, the life of the Ninja!
seeker
JOIN THE NINJA CLAN AND FIGHT THE PIRATES!
Some more Smiths... I love their lyrics.
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad
So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time
Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time
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Ask
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me - I won't say "no" - how could I?
Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in
Life you'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me - I won't say "no" - how could I ?
Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bond, the Bond,
The Bond, the Bond, the Bond, the Bond,
The Bond
That will bring us together
Nature is a language - can't you read?
Nature is a language - can't you read?
SO, ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bond, the Bond,
The Bond, the Bond,
The Bond, the Bond,
The Bond,
That will bring us together
If it's not Love
Then it's the Bond
Then it's the Bond
That will bring us together
SO, ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
(well ok the last part is not great)
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and...
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
who are young and alive,
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I want to see light,
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because It's not my home, It's their home
And I'm welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side,is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass I thought oh God,
my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
Just driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, Oh Lord
No I haven't got one.
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side,is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
There is a light that never goes out...
dead on the inside, i've got nothing to prove
keep me alive and give me something to lose
Yes..the Smiths rule..
Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)
It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself for your live telecast.
Coming live from my own theater room,
Beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
Which is suitable for a full view of an altered skyline.
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other
sentence.
My journalist ethic slips when I pass some offensive gestures.
Don't give me that ethical ****.
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable
american kids,
and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is.
That's exsactly how they attacked,
with a typically dark-skinned disney villain.
Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse
into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction.
Pregnant women could have protected their children;
wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal,
wondering if after it settles,
we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it
boils over,
but only on our own soil,
so the little boy holds a toy soldier,
and waits for the suit and tie to come home.
We're going to wait until he's older, though,
before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end.
I'll get a close-up of his head.
Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)
It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself while the stock markets crash.
The city is covered in inches of mud.
I see some other pictures of victims erupt.
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck,
leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding
hands,
to escape the brutal heat;
sometimes in groups of three.
The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people would
like to breath,
but all they say when all was said,
beyond the talking heads,
was the bloody dust with legs,
looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
All the hospitals overwhelmed,
volluntiers need to go the hell home.
Moments of silence for firefighters were interupted by cell
phones.
Who's going to make that call, to increas an unknown death
toll?
Someone we rally behind.
He's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll.
We'd cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath
control.
The less we know, the more they fabricate,
the easier it is to sell a soul.
(Man talking)
There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies
last.
Changes need to be made;
no more curbside baggage,
seven pm curfew,
racial profiling will continue with less *****ing.
We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant
scripture to quote,
remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much
wealthier.
So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.
We're selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on
TV.
Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties.
The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck,
'cause lots of things seem too sick.
I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music.
I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at,
which foot is right to kiss.
We don't really know who the culprit is yet,
but he looks like this.
We know who the heroes are,
they're not the xenophobes who act hard.
We taught the dog to squat,
how dare he do that **** in our own back yard.
They happen to scar our financial state,
and char our landscape.
Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn
tape?
While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats,
on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop
to provoke US angst.
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your suns in a
family huddle,
'cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score,
humanity struggles.
There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the
rubble;
some of them dug for answers in the mess,
but the rest were looking for trouble.
Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)
It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself.
Don't waive your rights with your flags.
I think that this song could be called neither pop nor rock, but it's authors are alive and musically active so I'll post it anyway:
Answer is the root of every question
(T.Urb, T.Urb)
Sometimes the world starts looking wrong
friends don't get along,
lovers lose each other.
Kingdoms and companies would fall.
You'd think that this is all,
and everything's a bother
Answer is the root of every question,
if you want to find the truth,
go from the blossoms to the seeds.
And then you wrap yourself into silence
and walk across the wind to find the door.
Looking through the keyhole
and what you see is not the world you saw before.
It's changing.
Sometimes if fly intends to fall,
you lose the way at all
to find you're in confusion.
Maybe that comes from being too small
you've gained and then it's all,
the end of all dellusions.
Answer is the root of every question,
if you want to find the truth,
go from the blossoms to the seeds.
And then you wrap yourself into silence
and walk across the wind to find the door.
Looking through the keyhole
and what it sees is not the you you knew before.
You're changing
Changing.
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
Doesn't really work half as well on the page as in speakers, but what the heck...
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get outta here if you don't know:
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which side are YOU on?!?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke
When you asked how I was doing -
Was that some kind of joke?!?
All these people that you mention,
Yes, I know them - they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
So don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
I read an excerpt of the lyrics from a book. It was translated but I loved it.
Can anyone post the lyrics of the song. The author is Chris Eckman.
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
I think this is it:
The Walkabouts
The light will stay on
I go to sleep, before
the devil wakes
and I wake up, before
the angels take
all my worldly desires
all my yardsticks of fear
all my secrets untold
all my motives unclear
hangin' down in the fire
burnin' them higher
won't take them away from here
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
watched the city ... city of crows
watched them fly, watched
'em all flyin' low
out above the flood plain
just above the dirt road
they were hungry as winter,
hungry as us
not afraid to be flyin', not
afraid to be lost
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
and if you bury me, add
three feet to it
one for your sorrow, two
for your sweat
three for the strange
things we never forget
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
and long after we're safe
the lights will not fade
and long after we're safe
the lights will not fade
Ningún hombre llega a ser lo que es por lo que escribe, sino por lo que lee.
- Jorge Luis Borges
I like this one NO use for a name - let me down
She's never alone
Because she's scared of what she might say to herself
Always drinking in the backroom of the bar
Where everyone turns in
A half-hearted grin
She wont be afraid
As long as that prescription keeps on going through
And all the happy pills make her look like
A cardboard cut out of someone
I used to learn from
But on the phone
She's telling everyone
That there was a blue sky she left behind
And there's a place
That no one knows about
Away from integrity
She writes a book in her head that nobody will read
Whatever you say
Please don't talk about the time when she was young
Apparently that was a different person and
So long ago it's strange to me
There's no history
But there's a past
And she's telling everyone
It must be a garden that wouldn't grow
With roots of shame
Too sensitive to blame
Herself as we watch her drown
I can't save the queen without a kingdom or a crown
Somewhere in this lonely game of sypmathy
There is a selfish dream
That makes me sick
Standing on the high-wire while you're on the ground
To you what is dangerous
Ts safe and sound
You let me down
"Spirit in Black"
Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream
Experience a life
Just like your mind thought not to be
Take a look through time
As past or present words to be
I rule this inferno
Enthroned for eternity
Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in Black till the journey's end
Spirits damned to rot
Amidst the brimstone fireballs
Eyes of the dead
Watching from their living walls
Broken glass reflections
Show your flesh eaten away
Beyond the gates I 'll take you
Where the blood forever rains
Afterlife confessions
Tell me who you used to be
Looking on in wonder
As I show you it was me
Burning from within
You know one spark is all it takes
Hear the piercing cries of all
Who found that hell awaits
Living nightmare can't you see
You really have no choice
Faded memories haunt you
Listen closely to my voice
Feed me all your hatred
Empty all your thoughts to me
I can fill your emptiness
with immortality
Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream
Experience a life just like your mind thought not to be
Take a look through time
As past or present worlds to be
I rule this inferno
Enthroned for eternity
This refrain drives me insane!!Originally Posted by Scheherazade
There is a bank here that has ripped this off as the basis of their latest advertising campaign. Used in the TV ads and even on the sides of buses. Wasn't sure if it was even a real song, but it is really catchy and kind of spooky!! Who sings it? I am sure the version that you listen to sounds better though!!
The phrase that I love is from the Chet Baker song, My Funny Valentine,
"My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine, you make me smile with my heart."
Although, some of the other lines are kind of mean, but in the sweetest way!!!
Punk and Metal suck hard core. Good Charlotte is straight up crap. Rap is retards attempting poetry.
ExCUSE You???
i get really tired of the rap bashing. and the lack of tolerance on this forum. i'm not going into the whole rhyme/rhythm thing again, because it's been discussed before.
furthermore, my boyfriend and his best friend - both rappers, writers, dj's and producers - are not retards. neither are the people who come into their studio - i've heard their music.
AND i don't see you singling out anyone else who MAKES the music, except in rap - the other music you single out for the genre itself. this is an implicit stab at black people; whether you meant it to read like this or not, it does:i am not a retard. my family is not retarded. black people are not retards. you really need to think before you THINK.Originally Posted by Sniper15
and here Scheherazade was trying to lighten the mood.
Last edited by amuse; 10-02-2004 at 04:24 PM.
shh!!!
the air and water have been here a long time, and they are telling stories.