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Hip hop lyrics. Pretty good I think. Off the Beneath the Surface album by Genius.

Love and hatred, home is most sacred
Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the
Feds
Sent out secretly to take my head
I lay back and meditate to the words they say
Skip town for a month and grew some dreads
Had a friend tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me
Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just a near thought of me
Like Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the word I'm black and calmly
Howls from the grave haunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings
Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine
Slept in caves to get a clear mind
Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many leopards
Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress
Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan
scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, toward the weak, sick and afflicted
Candles lit, gamble with a *****
Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft paws hide claws
Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
Have bitter stings at they tail
Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world

cold chills and hairs on arm rise again

another by U2

"Be There"
You don't have to break your heart in two, my love
You don't have to play a part, it's you I love
You don't have to hide from yourself
You don't have to be someone else again
You don't have to rescue me
You don't have to watch me drown
You don't have to give to me
All I want is you

Be there, my love
Be there tonight
Be there, my love
Be there tonight

You don't have to dress yourself up or stay the same
You don't have to smile if I say smile
You don't have to be the best
You don't have to give me rest
All I want is all you have
Nothing else, nothing
Be there, my love

Just be there, my love
If you want the whole of me that's all you'll get
I'll sing this song
I'd give my health, give it all
You don't have to

Ah, she comes on by
She says, I need you, my love
She says, all I want is you

You don't have to play your little game if I fall apart
You don't have to work those strings or do those things
You're enough in my heart
You don't have to hide from yourself
You don't have to be someone else
All I want is all you have
All I want is you

Be there, my love
Be there tonight
Be there, my love
Be there tonight

Black Cadillacs off the new Modest Mouse LP

And it's true we named our children
after towns that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.

And we were done, done, done
with all the ****, ****, ****in' around.
You were so true to yourself.
You were true to no one else.
Well I should put you in the ground.

I've got the time, I got the hours,
I got the days, I got the weeks.
I could say to myself
I've got the words but I can't speak.
Well I was done, done, done
with all the circ, circ, circlin' round.

I didn't die and I ain't complainin'.
I ain't blamin' you.
I didn't know that the words you said to me
meant more to me than they ever could you?
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin'
I told the whole truth.
I didn't know that this game we were playin'
even had a set of rules.

We named our children after towns
that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hunger around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were laughing at the stars
while our feet clung tight to the ground.
So pleased with ourselves
for using so many verbs and nouns.

But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber
than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground.
Well wings on flames, kings with no names,
well this place just ain't got right air right now.
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown.
Well you should run 'round yourself right now.
And we were done, done, done
with all the ****, ****, ****in' around.
Circlin' round.

John Lennon
Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ****ing crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ****ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Oh, Monica, "Be There" made me cry. :)

"Fighting in a Sack"
The Shins

Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream
And had it nailed to my forehead again
To keep this boat afloat
There are things you can't afford to know
So I save all my breath for the sails.

But you'll find those lingering voices
Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice
And make a moron out of you
Walking a bridge with weakening cables
Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate
And it's a lot to put us through.

Most ideas turn to dust
As there are few in which we all can trust
Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mind?
So let's abandon that track
And leave our fathers fighting in a sack
Cause we are way too wise-assed for that.

You might find some fools at your doorstep
Hustling the latest changes to the book
That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply
Marionettes on weakening cables
Huddled up with fear and hate
Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through.

We've taken on a climb
And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs
Walking up a slide
And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track.

But you'll find those lingering voices
Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice
And make a moron out of you
Crossing the bridge on weakening cables
Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate
And it's a lot to put us through

DEPECHE MODE - WALKING IN MY SHOES

I would tell you about the things they put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see

I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

True Nature -BY Jane's Addiction. A greatest song ever.


"True Nature"

Power tripping your luck is switched
Oh, so now it's funny
When it's your turn is to laugh
You go poke the running joke!

Scoring points with God
Get no perfect marks
But your grades keep falling
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling

Porn chick calls herself a therapist
Call it what it is...
For all the money in the world
We'll go to war you backward hero's

Come to rescue you
Just to lien on you
With interests soaring
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling

Please believe
We still live and breathe
Through native tongue
And poetry
All those years we believed, yeah

Scoring points with God
Get no perfect marks
But your grades keep falling
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling


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This can be a poem
I love it as a poem





Shock and Terror ---BY CKY


the psychotic dress the senseless feature
it terrifies every living creature
predictability is wearing thin
groundbreaking practice for the preacher

clowns mortified by my expression
breathing new life into invention
and gagging the maggots with a weary hand
has failed to leave any impression

the shock and terror keeps me sane
the shock and terror keeps me sane
does anybody feel the same
the shock and terror keeps me sane

up now for seven days and wired
the concept of sleep is way too tired
and I've dialed in a plan to reinstate
your sense of humor has expired

the shock and terror keeps me sane
the shock and terror keeps me sane
does anybody feel the same?
the shock and terror keeps me sane


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One of my fave of CKY

DEPECHE MODE - IN YOUR ROOM


In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

Will I always be here

Ohh, very "yay," Koa. :D

I'd say it's high time for some Trent, wouldn't you?

"I Do Not Want This"
--Nine Inch Nails

I'm losing ground
You know how this world can beat you down
I'm made of clay
I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way

I'm always falling down the same hill
Bamboo puncturing this skin
And nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall I'm drowning in
Two feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face
And if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this place

I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel

I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
Don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything, is there?

You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste
Like that means something

And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice
And maybe that is all I have
And maybe this is a cry for help

I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't you tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel

I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to **** everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters

I still wonder why I'm not into NIN/Trent...depressive and has roots in DM...
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GARBAGE - AS HEAVEN IS WIDE

Nothing that you say will release you
Nothing that you pray would forgive you
Nothing's what your words mean to me
Something that you did will destroy me
Something that you said will stay with me
Long after you are dead and gone

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here

As far from god
As heaven is wide
As far from god
As angels can fly

If holy is as holy does
This house will burn straight down to hell
Take its conscience with it as it falls
Nothing said could change the fact
My trust was blind, you broke the pact
If god's my witness god must be blind

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here

As far from god
As heaven is wide
As far from god
As angels can fly

I wish

Take it back, I dare you, take it back
No you can't?
You should have thought of that
What's inside a man that goes so wrong
Choke on guilt that's far too good for you
Say one word I'll laugh and bury you
And leave you in the place where you left me

If flesh could crawl
My skin would fall
From off my bones and run away from here

As far from god
As heaven is wide
As far from god
As angels can fly

I wish I could fly

(who get me started with lyrics??? i'll never stop!)

The Smiths - Still Ill

I decree today that life
Is simply taking and not giving
England is mine - it owes me a living
But ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye
Oh, ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye
But we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore
No, we cannot cling to those dreams

Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body ?
I dunno...

Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although I ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore
No, it wasn't like those days
Am I still ill ?
Oh ...
Am I still ill ?
Oh ...

Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body ?
I dunno...

Ask me why, and I'll die
Oh, ask me why, and I'll die
And if you must, go to work - tomorrow
Well, if I were you I really wouldn't bother
For there are brighter sides to life
And I should know, because I've seen them
But not very often ...
Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although I ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore
No, it wasn't like those days
Am I still ill ?
Oh ...
Oh, am I still ill ?
Oh ...

PYRAMID SONG By radiohead

I jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
All the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt


Some one mentioned about Jim Morrison, and he was indeed very poetic. I posted a thread some long time ago about American Prayers..

:) It just occurred to me the other day that there weren't any Radiohead lyrics here.
Awesome avatar, Sub. :thumbs_up

"Just A Girl"
-- No Doubt

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand

'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights

Oh...I've had it up to here!

The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things
I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear

'Cause I'm just a girl.
I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night
I'm just a girl
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes
I'm just a girl
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype

Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?

I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!

I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl. My apologies
What I've become is burdensome
I'm just a girl. Lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison

Oh...I've had it up to...
Oh...I've had it up to...
Oh...I've had it up to here.

thanks Em, and tbw, who's that guy in your avatar..been wondering for quit sometime and trying to remember some familiar faces...

Chris Rea "Tell Me There's A Heaven"

The little girl she said to me
What are these things that I can see
Each night when I come home from school
And mama calls me in for tea
Oh every night a baby dies
And every night a mama cries
What makes those men do what they do
To make that person black and blue
Grandpa says their happy now
They sit with God in paradise
With angels' wings and still somehow
It makes me feel like ice
Tell me there's a heaven
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they're all happy now
Papa tell me that it's so

So do I tell her that it's true
That there's a place for me and you
Where hungry children smile and say
We wouldn't have no other way
That every painful crack of bones
Is a step along the way
Every wrong done is a game plan
To that great and joyful day

And I'm looking at the father and the son
And I'm looking at the mother and the daughter
And I'm watching them in tears of pain
And I'm watching them suffer
Don't tell that little girl
Tell me
Tell me there's a heaven
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do

Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they're all happy now
Papa tell me that it's so

DEPECHE MODE - SOMEBODY (if you read this read till the end cos it's important, that's what makes the song so ingenious ;))

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She will hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear
Of those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it

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DEPECHE MODE - BLASPHEMOUS RUMOURS

Girl of 16
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn't succeed
Thank the lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
16 candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees
And prays

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of 18
Fell in love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine

Summer's day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mother's eye

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

Quote:

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Originally Posted by subterranean

thanks Em, and tbw, who's that guy in your avatar..been wondering for quit sometime and trying to remember some familiar faces...

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It's Alex (a.k.a. Malcolm McDowell) from A Clockwork Orange. :) :cool:

"2+2=5" -- Radiohead

Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five

I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five

It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now

Because you have not been
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Yeah, I feel it
Payin' attention?
Payin' attention?
Yeah, I need it
I needed attention
I needed attention
Yeah, I love it
The attention
Payin' attention?
Payin' attention?

I try to sing along
But the music's all wrong
'Cause I'm not
'Cause I'm not
Don't question my authority or put me in the box
'Cause I'm not
'Cause I'm not
Oh, go up to the king, and the sky is falling in
But it's not
But it's not
But it's not
Maybe not
Maybe not

And The Cure make their debut here...(unless I posted something before and don't remember...)
*sighs* so many emotional songs...

FROM THE EDGE OF THE DEEP GREEN SEA
every time we do this
i fall for her
wave after wave after wave
it's all for her
i know this can't be wrong i say
(and i'll lie to keep her happy)
as long as i know that you know
that today i belong
right here with you
right here with you...

and so we watch the sun come up
from the edge of the deep green sea
and she listens like her head's on fire
like she wants to believe in me
so i try
put your hands in the sky
surrender
remember
we'll be here forever
and we'll never say goodbye...

i've never been so
colourfully-see-through-head before
i've never been so
wonderfully-me-you-want-some-more
and all i want is to keep it like this
you and me alone
a secret kiss
and don't go home
don't go away
don't let this end
please stay
not just for today

never never never never never let me go she says
hole me like this for a hundred thousand million days
but suddenly she slows
and looks down at my breaking face
why do you cry? what did i say?
but it's just rain i smile
brushing my tears away...

i wish i could just stop
i know another moment will break my heart
too many tears
too many times
too many years i've cried over you

how much more can we use it up?
drink it dry?
take this drug?
looking for something forever gone
but something
we will always want?

why why why are you letting me go? she says
i feel you pulling back
i feel you changing shape...
and just as i'm breaking free
she hangs herself in front of me
slips her dress like a flag to the floor
and hands in the sky
surrenders it all...

i whish i could just stop
i know another moment will break my heart
too many tears
too many times
too many years i've cried for you
it's always the same
wake up in the rain
head in pain
hung in shame
a different name
same old game
love in vain
and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
away from home again...

I post here way too much, :p but that Cure song just reminded me of another NIN...

"The Fragile" -- Nine Inch Nails

She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters when everything is meaningless

Fragile
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away

I won't let you fall apart

She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
Hoping someone can see
If I could fix myself I'd... but it's too late for me

I wont let you fall apart

We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
But they keep waiting...
And picking...

It's something I have to do
I was there, too
Before everything else
I was like you

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.

The new NIN CD is going to be just Trent on the instruments, plus Dave Grohl (from the Foo Fighters and Nirvana) on Drums. :banana: 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. :p I have no one else to tell.)

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)

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...

Yes..the Smiths rule..:D

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.

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.

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

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

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Scheherazade

OK, there is much deep thought and philosophy in here but I am afraid I will lighten the mood a little and add the lyrics of one of my favorite songs :D as I feel the same way as mentioned in the song so many times:

Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you.
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.

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This refrain drives me insane!!
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. :thumbs_up 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:

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Sniper15

Rap is retards attempting poetry.

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i am not a retard. my family is not retarded. black people are not retards. you really need to think before you THINK.


and here Scheherazade was trying to lighten the mood.

amuse, c'mon, that guy thinks Dave Matthews is the best lyricist in the world, how serious can his opinion be?

Saying rap sucks isn't a race issue at all. I'm black and say it sucks. You should be ashamed of bringing race into this. You are making a rash stereotype which offends me. I am black and don't like rap. I think that any song where the singer has to excessivly swear to get their point across is garbage. Most rap songs also have no depth to them, their is enough violence and swearing in the real world for me; i don't need to hear about it in my music. I honestly think that saying rap is bad is an attack againts black people is extremely irrational and comepletly innapropriate. I know many fellow blacks like myself that are fans of other types of music. I don't see the skill required in rap, their are no instruments being played, everything is filter in the studio for a sound that can't usually be recreated live. Saying rap sucks is not a stab against black people, you should be ashamed for degrading blacks like you did in your previous post.

again, you wrote "retards." and not all rap artists swear, fyi. and my boyfriend's brother likes classical, fyi again. his mother like's 70's music and country. my father and brother's like just about everything but metal.
regardless!:

i am not degrading black people. :confused: :confused: you need to reread my post obviously. and perhaps yours. you degraded the persons, not the music. rap artists are predominately black, and again, it was a blanket statement about the artists, not the genre. how offensive is that???

good point, crisaor.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by amuse

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.


and here Scheherazade was trying to lighten the mood.

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No where do i refer to black people as "retards" since i am one. Saying rap sucks is not a stab at black people, saying classical sucks would not be a stab at white people. Rappers are predominately black, i will give you that, but i could care less about race i don't like the brand of music. It could be black people, white people, asians, green, etc. Race meens nothing to me i am black and have seen racism and am not a racist in anyway. Perhaps, your boyfriend is a "musician" but most rappers in my opinion aren't. This was never a race issue and i honestly don't know how you could possibly see this as a race issue.

I also see no skill in rap. Could you explain where the skill is? Anyone can say rhymes extremely fast. Most rappers don't write their own music which also shows a lack of skill. In other music you see instrumental skill, actual knowledge of music theory etc. I see none of this in rap. And most rappers do swear and have severely innapropriate content. Next time you are at Best Buy walk through the rap section and see how many of the cds in that section have a parental warning. When i listen to music i don't want to hear about violence, rape, and vulgar language. Are rapeprs poets? Maybe, but not musicians and not in most cases not very good poets.

Mad Season - Wake up Lryics by layne staley

Wake up young man
its time to wake up
your love affair
has got to go
for ten long years
for ten long years
the leaves to rake up
slow suicides no way to go
blue clouded grey
your not a crack up
dizzy and weakened by the haze
movin onward
so an infection not a phase

The cracks and lines
from where you gave up
they make an easy man to read
for all the times you let them bleed you
for little peace from god you plead
and beg for little peace from god you plead

wake up young man
its time to wake up
your love affair has got to go
for ten long years
for ten long years
the leaves to rake up
slow suicides no way to go
slow suicides no way to go