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09/08/2006 03:33:02 PM · #1 |
Just saw the favourite quotes thread and thought I'd start something similar...
post you're favourite lyric(s) here for all to see.
I might start off on a sinister note, yet from a man who's saved my life a couple of times...
"When you look at my face, do I seem just as ugly to you?"
Aaron Lewis (Staind) |
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09/08/2006 03:41:55 PM · #2 |
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I̢۪m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin̢۪ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby̢۪s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin̢۪ I̢۪m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don̢۪t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin̢۪ all your food stamps and burnin̢۪ down the trailer park
Yo. cut it.
Soy un perdedor
I̢۪m a loser baby, so why don̢۪t you kill me?
(double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I̢۪m a loser baby, so why don̢۪t you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
̢۪cuz one̢۪s got a weasel and the other̢۪s got a flag
One̢۪s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it̢۪s hangin̢۪ from a pigeon wing
You can̢۪t write if you can̢۪t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin̢۪ on a termite
who's chokin̢۪ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I̢۪m a loser baby, so why don̢۪t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I̢۪m a loser baby, so why don̢۪t you kill me?
This whole song has great lyrics...gotta love Beck
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09/08/2006 03:45:37 PM · #3 |
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"If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice."
--Neil Peart (Rush)
Message edited by author 2006-09-08 20:51:06.
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09/08/2006 03:49:55 PM · #4 |
| Have a drink on me - AC/DC |
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09/08/2006 04:00:04 PM · #5 |
These two by Phil Ochs are about the riots at the 1968 Democratic Convention ... the second is also my favorite song title ever. You may also be interested in this thread: Songs That Make You Cry ...
Where were you in Chicago?
Oh, where were you in Chicago? You know, I didn't see you there
I didn't see them break your head, or breathe the teargassed air
Oh, where were you in Chicago, when the fight was being fought?
Oh, where were you in Chicago, 'cause I was in Detroit!
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William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park and Escapes Unscathed
As I went out one evening to take the evening air
I was blessed by a blood-red moon
In Lincoln Park the dark was turning
I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes
And on her face lay the steel blue skies
Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turning
Turning
They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering tribe
And the wise men walked in their robes, yeah robes
Through Lincoln Park the dark was turning
The towers trapped and trembling, and the boats were tossed about
When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out
From Lincoln Park the dark was turning
Turning
Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine
But I searched in vain for she stayed behind
In Lincoln Park the dark was turning
I'll go back to the city where I can be alone
And tell my friend she lies in stone
In Lincoln Park the dark was turning |
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09/08/2006 04:00:39 PM · #6 |
Where I was at not too many years ago ...
Talkin' 'bout the science of social deprevation
From 'ere to whereever in the council estates the mans is strugglin'.
The poor lower working class.
Blud, you got to sleep round here and have nightmares,
Wake up and find the worst reality is right there.
The difference is, in my dream's I'm always runnin' scared,
But in reality, on road, I'm comin' prepared.
So now who's gonna wanna run up and become a gonner?
Everybody's gonna wanna get us, but they're on a longers.
I'm still out to get the same cats from last summer,
But man can't see them again,
It's like they've done a runner.
I'm still in the same mannor, on the same number
And everybody knows where I'm at and what I'm under,
I'm in the same slums, raisin' the funds.
In the city where the yute man are blazin' the guns.
Just look how this United Kingdom has come,
Within the council estates where man'll fight over crumbs,
We got young single parent mums,
Havin' the hardest time tryn'a survive for their daughters and their sons
Be comin' out their yutes, cause their yutes are left out there,
Raised on the ways of these streets without care.
Now we're havin' our fair share of gun warefare
And it's all gone nuts and that's just cause it's poor here.
People want more here,
We're all on the floor here,
It's raw here, can't even sleep and ignore here,
Cause life's kinda militant,
Stuck in the grime,
Nothin's equivillent to this council estate of mind.
We know that we have been living our lives through the hardest times,
Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds.
I live amongst smashed syringes,
Squatters' doors hangin' off the hinges,
Hookers lookin' money for Bobby, shottin' their minges.
Leavin' used condoms out on the staircases,
Next to the broken pipes that's left by the Base Heads.
Local estate heads, have grown up to hate Feds,
Kids with no helmets drivin' round on some bait peds.
Abandoned cars are at the bottom of the block,
So when it's pissin' down,
Kids have got a place to plot,
To cotch and blaze pot,
And watch this whole spot,
Full up of lost souls with no goals who get left to rot.
And what, I don't expect you to ever comprehend is
Why (Wottal?) Atkin's so self defensive.
The neighbourhood shotters have all seen what it's comin' to.
Local coppers on patrol are boppin' with a gun too.
So anyone could bun you,
Leave and desert you.
How long they gonna mourn you when somebody mercs you?
Tryin' not to get shift when shiftin' your work true
When you wanna shift there ain't nowhere to splurt to.
The stakes are high, still the best get placed.
Tryn'a find how sweet success might taste.
In a place where everybody is tryin' to flex.
Nobody's really gettin' anywhere,
So everybody's vexed,
Livin' life kinda militant,
Stuck in the grime,
Nothin's equivillent to this council estate of mind.
We know that we have been living our lives through the hardest times,
Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds.
So these are lyrics for my people,
Livin' on the streets who,
Know they ain't got nuttin' else to retreat to.
If you gettin' food next man'll wanna eat you,
Pure, bad beefs just to get to delete you.
So many man nowadays are so see-through,
Beware of their deceitful ways when the greet you.
Those who feel it know it because they've been through,
Times when their friends wanna switch up to beat you.
I never used to see it but,
Now I got a clear view,
Don't let no bad minded heads try get near you.
If they're not on your level they'll never hear you
Ain't no time to be shaken or fearful.
If you've been through, some of this evil that we do,
A hundred Hail Mary's ain't enough to redeem you.
All of my long time friends are crack fiends,
Who have gone too far, but still say they didn't mean too.
Does alleviation through base and crack relieve you?
Everybody's losin' their mind
And even me too.
Step into my world if you wanna catch a preview,
But don't tell a soul, cause they just won't believe you.
The life's kinda militant,
Stuck in the grime,
Nothin's equivillent to this council estate of mind.
-- Skinnyman, Council Estate of Mind |
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09/08/2006 04:03:20 PM · #7 |
Eruption by Van Halen has the best lyrics of any song I've ever heard ;P
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09/08/2006 04:04:16 PM · #8 |
Life is short and hard like a body building elf
This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain on Jackie onassis(sp?)
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09/08/2006 04:05:26 PM · #9 |
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war,
For a lead role in a cage?
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
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09/08/2006 04:07:14 PM · #10 |
Originally posted by sher9204:
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war,
For a lead role in a cage?
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd |
Doesn't get much better for my money |
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09/08/2006 04:09:47 PM · #11 |
Then I'll bust through the wall like I'm big Jim Slade!
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09/08/2006 04:10:31 PM · #12 |
I'm contemplating thinking about thinking - Robbie Williams
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09/08/2006 04:12:23 PM · #13 |
Originally posted by Elvis_L:
Life is short and hard like a body building elf
This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain on Jackie onassis(sp?) |
I knew I liked you for a reason...quoting The Bloodhound Gang
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09/08/2006 04:14:23 PM · #14 |
Originally posted by cryingdragon:
Originally posted by Elvis_L:
Life is short and hard like a body building elf
This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain on Jackie onassis(sp?) |
I knew I liked you for a reason...quoting The Bloodhound Gang |
not a fan of the new album so mcuh though. |
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09/08/2006 04:38:40 PM · #15 |
well I cant argue with The Bloodhound Gang or beck(although i'd prefer "everyone's out to get you mother%^&*$#!" more my speed. but my fav. lyric would have to be from Ani Difranco. always felt it explained who I am quite well. open-minded.
"I've got no criteria for sex or race, I just want to hear your voice. I just want to see your face." |
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09/08/2006 04:59:11 PM · #16 |
"Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight"
from "Lovers in a Dangerous Time" by Bruce Cockburn
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09/08/2006 05:39:52 PM · #17 |
 Agaricus's free study entry made me think of this one :
Land of My Sojourn - Rich Mullins
And the coal trucks come a-runnin'
With their bellies full of coal
And their big wheels a-hummin'
Down this road that lies open like the soul of a woman
Who hid the spies who were lookin'
For the land of the milk and the honey
And this road she is a woman
She was made from a rib
Cut from the sides of these mountains
Oh these great sleeping Adams
Who are lonely even here in paradise
Lonely for somebody to kiss them
and I'll sing my song, and I'll sing my song
In the land of my sojourn
And the lady in the harbor
She still holds her torch out
To those huddled masses who are
Yearning for a freedom that still eludes them
The immigrant's children see their brightest dreams shattered
Here on the New Jersey shoreline in the
Greed and the glitter of those high-tech casinos
But some mendicants wander off into a cathedral
And they stoop in the silence
And there their prayers are still whispered
And I'll sing their song, and I'll sing their song
In the land of my sojourn
Nobody tells you when you get born here
How much you'll come to love it
And how you'll never belong here
So I call you my country
And I'll be lonely for my home
And I wish that I could take you there with me
And down the brown brick spine of some dirty blind alley
All those drain pipes are drippin' out the last Sons Of Thunder
While off in the distance the smoke stacks
Were belching back this city's best answer
And the countryside was pocked
With all of those mail pouch posters
Thrown up on the rotting sideboards of
These rundown stables like the one that Christ was born in
When the old world started dying
And the new world started coming on
And I'll sing His song, and I'll sing His song
In the land of my sojourn
In the land of my sojourn
And I will sing His song
In the land of my sojourn
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09/08/2006 05:42:23 PM · #18 |
| "You wear nothing, but you wear it so well" |
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