Greatest song lyrics ever

[Botch Gallegos]

I cross my heart and hope to die
Stick every needle in these eyes
Inject this air into my veins
If it would bring you back to me

I haven't had a sober night
Ever since you left me
And my days don't start until the sun goes down
A vampire
Draining every bottle
And all I have to quench these memories

These memories of you
It's all that I can do

I cross my heart and hope to die
Stick every needle in these eyes
Inject this air into my veins
If it would bring you back to me
I'd rip my heart out of my chest
And make your room a crimson mess
I'd do it all with no regrets
If it would bring you back to me

These nights played on my carousel
Never ending circles
I'll do anything to never think again

It's all that I can do

I cross my heart and hope to die
Stick every needle in these eyes
Inject this air into my veins
If it would bring you back to me
I'd rip my heart out of my chest
And make your room a crimson mess
I'd do it all with no regrets
If it would bring you back to me

(If it would bring you back to me) [x2]

I cross my heart and hope to die
Stick every needle in these eyes
Inject this air into my veins
If it would bring you back to me
I'd rip my heart out of my chest
And make your room a crimson mess
I'd do it all with no regrets
If it would bring you back to me

[Colonel Kataffy]

The correct answer is Thunder Road.

[moondogg]

AC/DC Bag

[Yeti]

[ QUOTE ]
The correct answer is Thunder Road.

[/ QUOTE ]

[Dead]

You are a gimmick account. What the [censored] do you think you are doing, dispensing poker advice and making music posts?

[Anders_G]

Ted Leo - Parallel or Together

and it's not close

[sfer]

These lyrics would depress Morrissey.

[eric5148]

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The why that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life's worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood

Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race

Surgery, with no anesthesia
Fell the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death
Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he's creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying free
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death

[snowden719]

wrong

[JMP300z]

Waste of Paint

"Waste Of Paint"

I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain. He wakes up, drives to work,
and then straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
And I tried to tell him he had a sense of color and composition so magnificent.
And he said "Thank you, please but your flattery is truly not becoming me.
Your eyes are poor. You are blind. You see, no beauty could have come from me.
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time."
I knew a woman, she was dignified and true. Her love for her man was one of her many virtues.
Until one day, she found out that he had lied and decided the rest of her life,
from that point on would be a lie. But she was grateful for everything that had happened.
And she was anxious for all that would come next. But then she wept.
What did you expect? In that big, old house with all those cars she kept.
"Oh!" and "such is life," she often said. With one day leading her to the next,
you get a little closer to your death, which was fine with her.
She never got upset and with all the days she may have left,
she would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best.
She was free to waste away alone.
Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove. And this cop pulled him off to the side of the road.
And he said, "Officer! Officer! You have got the wrong man.
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, the son of a banker, you don't understand!"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful. And you carelessness,
it is something awful. And no, I can't just let you go. And though your father's name is known,
your decisions are yours alone. You are nothing but a stepping stone
on a path to debt, to loss, to shame."
The last few months I have been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know, the kind that buy everything in doubles. They fit together, like a puzzle.
I love their love and I am thankful that someone actually
receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us.
And they still do me. I'm sick, lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy.
Will my number come up eventually? Like Love is some kind of lottery,
where you can scratch and see what is underneath. It's "Sorry",
just one cherry, "Play Again." Get lucky.
So I have been hanging out down by the train's depot. No, I don't ride.
I just sit and watch the people there. They remind me of wind up cars in motion.
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.
And I want to scream out that it is all nonsense.
And that their lives are one track, and can't they see how it is all pointless?
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and
suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity.
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I have is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
Sometimes I park my car down my the cathedral, where floodlights point up at the steeples.
Choir practice is filling up with people. I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle. When voices blend they sound like angels.
I hope there is still some room left in the middle.
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them. The range is too high, way up in heaven.
So I hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off.
And try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God
and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul...

[bdk3clash]

With karate I'll kick your ass
from here to Tiananmen Square.

Oh yeah mother fucker
I'm gonna kick your fucking derriere.

You broke the rules
now I'll pull out all your pubic hair.

You mother fucker.
You mother fucker.

[NutzyClutz]

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect country and western song because he hadn't said anything about Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk.
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it on this album. The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.


So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name.

[poker-penguin]

Every body was kung foo fighting.

[nervous]

I'm like a squirrel lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut

-50 Cent

[EliteNinja]

"In the Eyes of the Ranger, the unsuspecting stranger,
had better know the truth of wrong from right.
'Cause the eyes of the Ranger are upon you, any wrong you do he's gonna see.


When you're in Texas, look behind you, 'cause thats where the Ranger's gonna be."

[DasLeben]

Rush - 2112. The italicized parts aren't actually sung, but are included in the lyrics to further the story. These lyrics are the best, and it's not close.

I. Overture

And the meek shall inherit the earth.

II. The Temples of Syrinx

... the massive grey walls of the temples rise from the
Heart of every federation city. I have always been awed
By them, to think that every single facet of every life is
Regulated and directed from within! our books, our music,
Our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent
Wisdom of the priests...

We’ve taken care of everything
The words you hear the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all and all for one
We work together common sons
Never need to wonder how or why

We are the priests of the temples of syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the priests of the temples of syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

Look around this world we made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the brotherhood of man
Oh what a nice contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the red star proudly high in hand

We are the priests of the temples of syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the priests of the temples of syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.

III. Discovery

... behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was
Hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the
Dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was
Beautiful ...
... I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. as I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious
Sounds, and soon my own music! how different it could
Be from the music of the temples! I can’t wait to tell the
Priests about it! ...

What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out it’s pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain

I can’t wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see it’s light
Let them all make their own music
The priests praise my name on this night

IV. Presentation

... in the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up
To a circle of grim, expressionless faces. father brown
Rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed
Throughout the silent temple hall. ...
... instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were
Words of quiet rejection! instead of praise, sullen
Dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as father brown
Ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his
Feet...

I know it’s most unusual
To come before you so
But I’ve found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know

Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There’s something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Yes, we know it’s nothing new
It’s just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
The world is doing fine

Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn’t fit the plan

I can’t believe you’re saying
These things just can’t be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do

Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There’s something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Don’t annoy us further
We have our work to do
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?

Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn’t fit the plan

V. Oracle: The Dream

... I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so
Vivid to me. clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the
Oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase ...
... I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities
And the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works
Of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and
Understanding as I saw a completely different way to life,
A way that had been crushed by the federation long ago. i
Saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss
Of all these things ...

I wandered home though silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can’t you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days

I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planets long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home, to tear the temples down...
Home, to change..

VI. Soliloquy

... I have not left this cave for days now, it has become
My last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of
The waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live
Under the control of the federation, but there is no other
Place to go. my last hope is that with my death I may pass
Into the world of my dream, and know peace at last.

The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams

Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen
I don’t think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life
Oh...noo!

My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood spills over..[/i]

VII. Grand Finale

Attention all planets of the solar federation
Attention all planets of the solar federation
Attention all planets of the solar federation
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.

[kerssens]

Uno, dos, tres, catorce.

[gorie]

buzz off baby, get away from me.
buzz off baby, get away from me.
buzz off baby, get away from me.
i said now buzz off baby get away from me.
buzz off baby get away from me.
buzz off baby get away from me.

drop dead honey, get outta my way.
drop dead honey, get outta my way.
drop dead honey, get outta my way.
drop dead honey, get outta my way.
drop dead honey, get outta my way.
drop dead honey, get outta my way.

WAAAAAAAAoh

go away loser, you're making me sick.
go away loser, you're making me sick.
go away loser, you're making me sick.
now go away loser, you're making me sick.
go away loser, you're making me sick.
now go away loser, you're making me sick.

B. U. Z. Z. OFF, buzz off baby, buzz off baby.

[partygirluk]

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you want my future forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine

I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

What do you think about that now you know how I feel,
Say you can handle my love are you for real,
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try
If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

So here's a story from A to Z, you wanna get with me
you gotta listen carefully,
We got Em in the place who likes it in your face,
we got G like MC who likes it on an
Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady,
and as for me..ah you'll see,
Slam your body down and wind it all around
Slam your body down and wind it all around.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta, you gotta, you
gotta,
you gotta, you gotta, slam, slam, slam, slam
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down and wind it all around.
Slam your body down zigazig ah
If you wanna be my lover.

[Phoenix1010]

"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells."

-Pink Floyd

Seriously, as good as it gets.

[gorie]

don't talk to her, she's just the maid.
don't talk to her, she's just the maid.

don't talk to her, she's just the maid, how many times do i have to say?
don't talk to her, she's just the maid, she works for minimum wage.
don't talk to her, she's just the maid, how many times do i have to say ?
don't talk to her, she's just the maid, she works for minimum wage.

don't talk to her, she's just the maid.
don't talk to her, she's just the maid.

don't talk to her, she's just the maid.
don't talk to her, she's just the maid.

don't talk to her, she's just the maid.

don't talk to her, she's just the maid.
don't talk to her, she's just the maid.
don't talk to her, she's just the maid.
oh yeah!

[kitaristi0]

[ QUOTE ]
"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells."

-Pink Floyd

Seriously, as good as it gets.

[/ QUOTE ]

YEAH! Pink Floyd, that's about as good as it gets.

[gorie]

baby, baby, let me put it in.
let me put in baby.
let me put it in, a bid for your love, sugar.
if you just let me put it in mama, i'll be true.
i'll be true.
baby.
BABY, LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!
baby, BABY.
LET ME PUT IT IN! LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN, A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!
baby.

oooh.

i wanna put it in, mama.
i wanna slide it in, baby.
let me put it in mama.
let me put it in.
let me put it in a bit a bid for your love baby. BABY!

LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!
BABY. LET ME PUT IT IN! LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN, A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!

baby, just let me put it in a bid for your love, mama.
let me slide it in. a bid for your love, baby.
let me ooooze it in, a bid for your love.

BABY! LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!
BABY. LET ME PUT IT IN! LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN, A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!

[kerssens]

[ QUOTE ]
baby, baby, let me put it in.
let me put in baby.
let me put it in, a bid for your love, sugar.
if you just let me put it in mama, i'll be true.
i'll be true.
baby.
BABY, LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!
baby, BABY.
LET ME PUT IT IN! LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN, A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!
baby.

oooh.

i wanna put it in mama.
i wanna slide it in, baby.
let me put it in mama.
let me put it in.
let me put it in a bit a bid for your love baby. BABY!

LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!
BABY. LET ME PUT IT IN! LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN, A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!

baby, just let me put it in a bid for your love, mama.
let me slide it in. a bid for your love, baby.
let me ooooze it in, a bid for your love.

BABY! LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!
BABY. LET ME PUT IT IN! LET ME PUT IT IN!
LET ME PUT IT IN, A BID FOR YOUR LOVE!

[/ QUOTE ]

Jeez....I thought no meant no.

[kitaristi0]

This is another good one, Happiness is a Warm Gun by The Beatles.

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do- oh yea!
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun, momma
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun, momma
Happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
Happiness is a warm, yes it is...
Gun!
Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?

[Phoenix1010]

I win.

"(2x)
Ass, titties, ass 'n titties
Ass ass titties titties, ass 'n titties

(2x)
Big booty bitches thats where it gets
Come on, hoe, let's go to the easy rest
When I see ass, titties, ass 'n titties
Ass, ass, titties, titties, ass 'n titties.

(4x)
Ass, ass, ass, ass

(2x)
If you a light-skinned bitch that think you the [censored],
I can buy you, hoe, 'cause bitch I'm rich.
I see broke-ass hoes, broke-ass hoes,
Broke-ass hoes, broke-ass hoes.

(4x)
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes

(2x)
If you a freaky-dancin' ho, keep shakin' that [censored]
Let's see how you shake it on top of my dick
And you'll say "Assault, I'm cuming. Assault, I'm cuming.
"Assault, I'm cuming. Assault, I'm cuming."

(4x)
Cumin', Cumin', Cumin', Cumin'

(2x)
Stankin ass bitches that need to wash up
Dont get mad when i dont want to [censored]
You need soap and water, soap and water
Soap and water, Soap and Water

(4x)
Water, Water, Water, Water"

-DJ Assault

[gorie]

[ QUOTE ]
I win.

[/ QUOTE ]

not even close, sorry.

[Phoenix1010]

Damn. Hard to beat Baby Let Me Put It In.

[gorie]

[ QUOTE ]
Damn. Hard to beat Baby let me put it in.

[/ QUOTE ]

andre williams - let me put it in (http://www.kingofthebop.com/mp3/andre%20williams%20-%2010%20let%20me%20put%20it%20in.mp3)

/images/graemlins/smile.gif yes.

[Phoenix1010]

Ok. Maybe it's because I'm a little drunk, but this is the funniest song I've ever heard. I've never heard anyone plead to put it in like that. Such a heartfelt delivery. Winner.

[gorie]

i never really thought of it as funny , exactly, just genius. and rockin'. glad you like it though. that whole album is great.

[gorie]

woo hoo woo hoo hoo....yeah

woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo

woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo

woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo

oh, yeah

woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo
woo hoo woo hoo hoo


(p.s. i just keep realizing how awesome the lyrics are to the music i listen to. it's like omg.!)

[MEbenhoe]

Tuesdays Gone
Lynyrd Skynyrd

Train roll on, on down the line
Won't you please take me far away
Now, I feel the wind blow outside my door
I leave my woman at home

Tuesday's gone with the wind
My baby's gone with the wind

And I don't know oh where I'm going
I just want to be left alone
When this train ends, I'll try again
I leave my woman at home

Tuesday's gone with the wind
Tuesday's gone with the wind
Tuesday's gone with the wind
My baby's gone with the wind

Train roll on

Tuesday's gone with the wind
Tuesday's gone with the wind
Tuesday's gone with the wind
My baby's gone with the wind

Train roll on, many miles from my home
See, I'm riding my blues away
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow, I've got to carry on

Tuesday's gone with the wind
Tuesday's gone with the wind
Tuesday's gone with the wind
My baby's gone with the wind

[pokerdirty]

over/under until beatles/nirvana songs posted?

[Duffman]

A Day In The Life - Beatles

I was too lazy to look for lyrics.

[nervous]

I done had sex in the city, plus sex in the country.
You know, sex in the zoo directly behind the monkeys.

-Nelly

[Overdrive]

The coldest lyrics ever - by Johhny Cash:

I shot a man in Reno -
Just to watch him die.

And advice on life from John Lennon:

Saving all your money for a rainy day
Giving all your clothes to charity
Last night the wife said
Oh boy when you're dead
You wont' take nothing with you
But your soul - Think!

[PokerBob]

I hate music
Sometimes I don't
I hate music
It's got too many notes

Tommy says so
Tommy says so
Tommy says so
Tommy says so so so so what

I hate my father
One day I won't
I hate my father
He's on my back

Tommy says so
Tommy says so
Tommy says so
Tommy says so so so so what

I hate my high school
Sometimes I went
I hate my high school
An I'm never heaven-sent

Tommy says so
Tommy says so
Tommy says so
Tommy says so .....Bobby

[NutzyClutz]

Now in a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right
The kings and the queens just kept on comin' round

And I got a full and I bet 'em high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down

Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim
He finally called and didn't even raise the bet

So I said "aces full Pops how 'bout you?"
He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two
But right now, I gotta have me a cigarette"

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hates to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

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[BaggyAnt]

if u were trying to be offensive i can defintely beat that

Courtesy of the Macc Lads

Well, I spent last night trying to chuck me bird,
She were clinging to me leg like an old sick turd,
I said your tits are too small and your legs are too short,
I want a fit bird from the Sunday Sport,
I can't hear me records when you sit on me face,
And then she mouths off in front of me mates,
But you told me that you loved me,
I never [censored] did,
You used fer bring me flowers,
I said shut your [censored] grid,
You acted dead sweet and you called me fluffy pup,
You can cook you can [censored] you can do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, come on [censored] off,
Get stuffed.
Well I took her one side, and we started chatting,
I said tell the lads that and I'll kick your twat in,
Now piss ofback your mother's 'cos I've had enough,
Say another word, get a boot up chuff,
You're spotty and your ugly and you smaell like Billingsgate,
And then she mouths off in front of me mates...
But you told me that you loved me,
I never [censored] did,
You used fer bring me flowers,
I said shut your [censored] grid,
You acted dead sweet and you called me fluffy pup,
You can cook you can [censored] you can do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, come on [censored] off,
Get stuffed.
Well, I stormed off 'cos I were going crazy,
When I got to the chippy I had one foot in the gravy,
She got a seven foot dad,
Well just about,
And he was going to rip me liver out,
I said here you are grandad, your turn to hold her,
There's half a pint of gravy and a chip on me shoulder...
But you told me that you loved me,
I never [censored] did,
You used fer bring me flowers,
Shut your [censored] grid,
You acted dead sweet and you called me fluffy pup,
You can cook you can [censored] you can do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, come on [censored] off,
Get stuffed.
I said you can cook you can [censored] you can do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, come on [censored] off,
Get stuffed.

[gorie]

i got something to say
i killed your baby today
and it doesn't matter much to me, as long as it's dead.
i got something to say
i raped your mother today
and it doesn't matter much to me, as long as she spread.

sweet lovely death, i am waiting for you breath.
come sweet death one last caress.

go

sweet lovely death
i am waiting for your breath
come sweet death, one last caress

well, i got something to say
i killed your baby today
and it doesn't matter much to me as long as its dead

sweet lovely death
i am waiting for you breath
come sweet death, one last caress

one last caress, sweet death
one last caress, sweet death

woah woah woah.



(...actually glen danzig's voice is way too beautiful to find offensive. it's sorta like a lullaby.)

[ClassicBob]

I bless you madly
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly
Just in time, at times, I guess.
Because of you I need to rest,
Because it's you that sets the test.
So much has gone and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear,
The Thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter.
"I gave Them life,
I gave Them all.
They drained my very soul...dry.
I crushed my heart to ease Their pains
No thought for me remains there.
Nothing can They spare.
What of me?
Who praised Their efforts to be free?
Words of strength and care and sympathy.
I opened doors that would have blocked
Their way.
I braved Their cause to guide, for little pay.
I ravaged at my finance just for Those,
Those whose claims were steeped in
Peace, tranquility.
Those who said a new world, new ways
Ever free.
Those whose promises stretched in hope
And grace for me."
I bless you madly,
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly,
Just in time, at times, I guess.
Because of You I need to rest, oh yea,
Because it's You that sets the test.
So much has gone and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and
God is just a word.
"We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had.
Not of the best of men, but Ours.
We used him.
We let him use his powers.
We let him fill Our needs.
Now We are strong.
And the road is coming to its end.
Now the damned have no time to make
Amends.
No purse of token fortune stands in Our
Way.
The silent guns of love will blast the sky.
We broke the ruptured structure built of
Age.
Our weapons were the tongues of crying
Rage.
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers,
Sons of dirt.
Infiltrated business cesspools,
Hating through Our sleeves,
Yea, and We slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor on slogans such as
'Wish You Could Hear,'
'Love Is All We Need,'
'Kick Out The Jams,'
'Kick Out Your Mother,'
'Cut Up Your Friend,'
'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In
The End,'
And We Know the Flag of Love is from
Above.
And We Can Force You to Be Free.
And We Can Force You to Believe."
And I close my eyes and tighten up my
Brain,
For I once read a book in which the lovers
Were slain,
For they knew not the words of the Free
States' refrain,
It said:
"I believe in the Power of Good.
I Believe in the State of Love.
I Will Fight For the Right to be Right.
I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the
Right to be Right."
And I open my eyes to look around,
And I see a child laid slain on the ground.
As a love machine lumbers through
Desolation rows,
Ploughing down man, woman, listening to
Its command.
But not hearing anymore -
Not hearing anymore,
Just the shrieks from the old rich.
And I Want to Believe
In the madness that calls 'Now',
And I want to Believe
That a light's shining through
Somehow.
And I Want to Believe
And You Want to Believe
And We Want to Believe
And We Want to Live
Oh, We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
Live
Live
Live

[rmarotti]

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.

[gorie]

i don't wanna know your name
cause you dont' look the same
the way you did before
ok, you think you got a pretty face
but the rest of you is out of place
you looked all right before

fox on the run
you screamed and everybody comes a-running
take a run and hide yourself away
foxy on the run
f-foxy, fox on the run and hideaway

you - you talk about just every band
but the names you drop are second hand
i've heard it all before
i don't wanna know your name
cause you don't look the same
the way you did before

fox on the run
you screamed and everybody comes a-running
take a run and hide yourself away
foxy on the run
f-foxy, fox on the run and hideaway

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[kerssens]

This thread could easily have been named "gorie's playground"

[touchfaith]

Scotty doesn't know that fiona and me do it in my van every sunday
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and scotty doesn't know

Ohhh scotty doesn't know
So don't tell scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
(So don't tell scotty)

Fiona says she's out shopping
But she's under me and i'm not stopping

Cause scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell scotty
Scotty doesn't know
(So don't tell scotty)

I can't believe he's so trusting
While i'm right behind you thrusting
Fiona's got him on the phone
Yes she's trying not to moan
It's a threeway call and he knows nothing

Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Don't tell scotty
Cause scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
So don't tell scotty
One more show everyone will go
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know

The... parking lot... why not?
It's so cool when your on top
It's full on in the snow
Life is so hard cause scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know

...I did her on his birthday

Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Don't tell scotty
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty will know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty's gotta know
Gonna tell scotty
Gonna tell myself
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't know
Scotty doesn't
Scotty doesn't
Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know [16x]

Scott's gotta go...



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[gorie]

[ QUOTE ]
This thread could easily have been named "gorie's playground"

[/ QUOTE ]
yes ! or gorie's lyric spamming thread. awesome !

Wow Bob Dylan? Who would have thought. That's very pretty.

[BaggyAnt]

Best Lyrics ever

Come around you rovin' gamblers and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well.
His name was Will O' Conley and he gambled all his life,
He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife.
And it's ride, Willie, ride,
Roll, Willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

He gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards,
Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards.
He had a reputation as the gamblin'est man around,
Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town.
And it's ride, Willie, ride,
Roll, Willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

Sailin' down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans,
They're still talkin' about their card game on that Jackson River Queen.
"I've come to win some money," Gamblin' Willie says,
When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his.
And it's ride, Willie, ride,
Roll, Willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

Up in the Rocky Mountains in a town called Cripple Creek,
There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week.
Nine hundred miners had laid their money down,
When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town.
And it's ride, Willie, ride,
Roll, Willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

But Willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true,
He supported all his children, and all their mothers too.
He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore,
He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor.
And it's ride, Willie, ride,
Roll, Willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew
Whether he was bluffin' or whether he was true.
He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair.
The man, he left a diamond flush, Willie didn't even have a pair.
And it's ride, Willie, ride,
Roll, Willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

It was late one evenin' during a poker game,
A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame.
He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate,
When Willie's cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights.
And it's ride, Willie, ride,
Roll, Willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

So all you rovin' gamblers, wherever you might be,
The moral of this story is very plain to see.
Make your money while you can, before you have to stop,
For when you pull that dead man's hand, your gamblin' days are up.
And it's ride, Willie, ride,
Roll, Willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin' now, nobody really knows.

[gorie]

wrong, these are best:

too many teardrops
for one heart
to be cryin'
too many teardrops
for one heart
to carry on
you're way on top now
since you left me
you're always laughin'
way down at me
but watch out now
i'm gonna get there
we'll be together
for just a little while
and then i'm gonna put you
way down here
and you'll start cryin'
96 tears
cry
cry
and when the sun comes up
i'll be on top
you'll be right down there
lookin' up
and i might wave
come up here
but i don't see you
wavin' now
i'm way down here
wonderin' how
i'm gonna get you
but i know now
i'll just cry
cry
i'll just cry
too many tear drops
for one heart
to be cryin'
too many teardrops
for one heart
to carry on
you're gonna cry, 96 tears
you're gonna cry, 96 tears
you're gonna cry, cry cry cry now
you're gonna cry, cry cry cry
96 tears
c'mon let me hear you cry now
96 tears (woo!) i wanna hear you cry
night and day, yeah, all night long
uh-96 tears, cry cry cry
c'mon baby, let me hear you cry now
all night long, uh-96 tears, yeah! c'mon now
uh-96 tears!

[ackid]

Anything by A.C.

[tpir90036]

"When i whispered in her ear, I lost another friend."

[eviljeff]

Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other,
and we each said... "Okay."

[Landon_McFly]

50, uhh,
Bentley, uhh,

Em came and took a nigga fresh out tha slums

[1800GAMBLER]

Awesome, i get to plug this song again.

Hello

1-I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a '64 Impala

I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could get with Leoshi
Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine
You know I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme of ways to make her mine
Cause I know she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with that
'Cause when it comes to playing basketball
I'm always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all
So I just lean upon the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men ball
Dag y'all! I never understood
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put in the hospital, for talkin' that mess
I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type
(rpt 1, 1)

I wish I had a brand-new car
So far, I got this hatchback
And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at
And when I'm in my car I'm laid back
I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
But that's flat
And do you really wanna know what's really wack, What
See I can't even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is the bomb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really tho' on figuero
When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello
Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
Well then I'm gonna have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it's hard to survive
Livin' in a concrete jungle and
These girls just keep passin' me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Makes me say my, my, my
(rpt 1, 1)

I wish I was a little bit taller...
I wish I was a baller...
I wish I was a little bit taller y'all
I wish I was a baller (3)

Hey, I wish I had my way
'Cause everyday would be a Friday
You could even speed on the highway
I would play ghetto games
Name my kids ghetto names
Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
Yo you know that's on the real
So if you're down on your luck
Then you should know just how I feel
Cause if you don't want me around
See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound
Hey, you, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that
(rpt 1, 1)

I wish, I wish, I wish...

[MonkeeMan]

Who put the bomp
In the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?
Who put the ram
In the rama lama ding dong?
Who put the bop
In the bop shoo bop shoo bop?
Who put the dip
In the dip da dip da dip?

[Dominic]

Patty Loveless/I Don't Want to Feel Like That

Cried myself to sleep last night
And I don't want to feel like that no more
Woke up before the morning light
And I don't want to feel like that no more
I couldn't think one thought that didn't start with your name
I couldn't see one day that wasn't more of the same
And I don't want to feel like that
I don't want to feel like that no more
I don't want to feel like that
I said I had to get it off my chest
I don't want to play that game no more
I could've lied a little more or less
But I don't want to play that game no more
If you're not willing to hear what I have to say
It's too late 'cause now I've said it anyway
And I don't want to feel like that
I don't want to feel like that no more
I don't want to feel like my life's hanging by a string
I don't want to feel like I ain't feeling anything
I cried myself to sleep last night
And I don't want to feel like that no more
I said a prayer with all my might
Said I don't want to feel like this no more
Got myself in this mess, I can get myself out
Starting right here and I'm starting right now
'Cause I don't want to feel like that
I don't want to feel like that no more
I don't want to feel like that
I don't want to feel like that
I don't want to feel like that no more
I don't want to feel like that no more

******

Kelly Willis/That'll Be Me

Sometimes in the middle of the night I reach for you in my dreams
Then I lay awake till the morning light tired of remembering
The river runs wide here the river runs deep I'd give that river my soul to keep
If I could only finally sleep awhile

That'll be me howlin' in the wind
Every time I come across your tracks again
Tell me how long has it been since I've been free
If you see a fire on the mountain side
All around the places I used to hide
That'll be me that'll be me
[ mandolin ]
You and I we're gypsy born under the same old sign
If my tears for you are a thunderstorm my love is the sweet sunshine
You can't run far enough to ever quite outrun my love
I know who you're thinking of tonight

That'll be me walkin' through your mind
Talkin' to your heart most all the time
Stirring up memories of mine like a gentle breeze
If you hear somebody singin' you this song
Like they could sing it to you all night long
That'll be me that'll be me
[ steel ]
That'll be me howlin' in the wind
Every time I come across your tracks again
Tell me how long has it been since I've been free
If you hear somebody singin' you this song
Like they could sing it to you all night long
That'll be me that'll be me
That'll be me that'll be me

[Dominic]

Springsteen - Cautious Man

Never has there been better words written about the dichotomy of marriage and how we want to stay while at the same time yearn for leaving.


Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road
He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code
When something caught his eye he'd measure his need
And then very carefully he'd proceed

Billy met a young girl in the early days of May
It was there in her arms he let his cautiousness slip away
In their lovers twilight as the evening sky grew dim
He'd lay back in her arms and laugh at what had happened to him

On his right hand Billy tattooed the word love and on his left hand was the word fear
And in which hand he held his fate was never clear
Come Indian summer he took his young lover for his bride
And with his own hands built a great house down by the riverside

Now Billy was an honest man he wanted to do what was right
He worked hard to fill their lives with happy days and loving nights
Alone on his knees in the darkness for steadiness he'd pray
For he knew in a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay

One night Billy awoke from a terrible dream callin' his wife's name
She lay breathing beside him in a peaceful sleep, a thousand miles away
He got dressed in the moonlight and down to the highway he strode
When he got there he didn't find nothing but road

Billy felt a coldness rise up inside him that he couldn't name
Just as the words tattooed 'cross his knuckles he knew would always remain
At their bedside he brushed the hair from his wife's face as the moon shone on her skin so white
Filling their room with the beauty of God's fallen light

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again until the Fourth of July

[mblax10]

Just when I thought could I hit another one
So up jumps see me with the pumps and a bump
All stiggitty stiggity girls, getting on my good nerves
Looking like ice cream ready to be served
Wreck it, check it, can I get in it
If you wanna kick it with a G baby here's me
Cause I come equipped, I'm a pimp, a slippity slip, I suppose you take a trip

Pumps and a bump, Pumps and a bump, we like the girls with the Pumps and a bump!
Pumps and a bump, Pumps and a bump, we like the girls with the Pumps and a bump!
Pumps and a bump, Pumps and a bump, we like the girls with the Pumps and a bump!

Or

He was a boy
She was a girl
Can i make it any more obvious
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can i say
He wanted her
She'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes

He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth

[inlemur]

The Future - Leonard Cohen

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
The private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'.

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder.

Maybe these aren't the best lyrics ever, but whatever the best lyrics ever are, Leonard Cohen wrote them.

[Cumulonimbus]

I would have to agree with:

Lynyrd Skynard- Tuesday's Gone
Leonard Cohen- (insert song)

Whoa. Do you think if I name my kid Leonard that he'll someday write beautiful lyrics?

[Lestat]

Once I had.. this little game

I liked to crawl.. back in my brain

I think you know.. the game I mean

I mean the game.. called go insane

[BradleyT]

BATMAN

Thought you were smart, you bought a whore.
Then came Batman through the door.
Instead of f*cking that stupid s1ut,
you got 8 inches up your butt.
Batman!
Thought you were smart, you bought a whore.
Then came Batman through the door.
Instead of f*cking that stupid s1ut,
you got 8 stitches up your butt.
Batman! Batman the Buttripper, use your butt like a can-opener,
Batman the Buttripper, use your butt like a can-opener, man.

[TimM]

[ QUOTE ]
Anything by A.C.

[/ QUOTE ]

AC/DC?

She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin' and dealin'
Just doin' her thing
She was holdin' a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she'd been dealt with before
Said she'd never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right

She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
She's got the Jack

Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She play'd 'em fast
And she play'd 'em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she'd been shuffled before
Said she'd never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin'
From the bottom of the pack
And if I'd known what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back

She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, And who knows what else?
She's got the Jack, yeah, yeah
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, Ooh, was a bad deal, Jack
She gave me the Jack hey
She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack
Ooh, can't ya tell?
She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack
You Never know! She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, and it hurts!
She's got the Jack
She's got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
She's got the Jack
AAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Oooooh!
Thank you, thank you, Thank you people, Thank you, Thank you
I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks.
Good night and God bless!

[battschr]

Lungs by Townes Van Zandt

Well, won't you lend your lungs to me?
Mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe
Up the time that's passing.
Breath I'll take and breath I'll give
Pray the day ain't poison
Stand among the ones that live
In lonely indecision.

Fingers walk the darkness down
Mind is on the midnight
Gather up the gold you've found
You fool, it's only moonlight.
If you try to take it home
Your hands will turn to butter
You better leave this dream alone
Try to find another.

Salvation sat and crossed herself
Called the devil partner
Wisdom burned upon a shelf
Who'll kill the raging cancer
Seal the river at its mouth
Take the water prisoner
Fill the sky with screams and cries
Bathe in fiery answers

Jesus was an only son
And love his only concept
Strangers cry in foreign tongues
And dirty up the doorstep
And I for one, and you for two
Ai'nt got the time for outside
Just keep your injured looks to you
We'll tell the world we tried

[whiskeytown]

I play this song solo acoustic sometimes, more of a yell then the soft way he does it - it WAS my fav. TVZ song.

Then I heard Rake. It never gets the exposure other songs do - I've only heard it live, actually - it was on Delta Momma Blues -

those last four lines of the 2nd verse - if that doesn't describe the life of an alcoholic, nothing does.

==================================

I used to wake and run with the moon
I lived like a rake and a young man
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
my laughter the devil would frighten
The sun she would come and beat me back down
but every cruel day had its nightfall
I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars
full of fire and forgetful

My body was sharp the dark air clean
and outrage my joyful companion
whisperin' women how sweet did they seem
kneelin' for me to command them
And time was like water but I was the sea
I'd have never noticed it passin'
except for the turnin' of night into day
and the turnin' of day into cursin'

You look at me now, and don't think I don't know
what all your eyes are a sayin'
Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies
they're just tricks that his brains been a playin'?
A lover of women he can't hardly stand
he trembles he's bent and he's broken
I've fallen it's true but I say unto you
hold your tongues until after I've spoken

I was takin' my pride in the pleasures I'd known
I laughed and thought I'd be forgiven
but my laughter turned 'round eyes blazing and
said my friend, we're holdin' a wedding
I buried my face but it spoke once again
the night to the day we're a bindin'
and now the dark air is like fire on my skin
and even the moonlight is blinding

[thepuppet]

poop poop everywhere, and not a drop to eat

[whiskeytown]

I used to use a marker in the mid 90's in these punk/pop shows my band was playing, and I'd write Love and Fear on my knuckles as a bit of a homage to this song.

RB

[MrWookie47]

I've got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumbs,
I got something 'tween my legs that'll make a dead man come,

Oh daddy, baby won't you shave 'em dry
When you hear me hollar baby come on shavem dry.

Well I [censored] all night and all day baby,
And I feel just like I wanna [censored] some more.

Oh daddy, want you to shave 'em dry,
Oh great God daddy, if you can't shave 'em baby how I want you to try.

I'm gon' turn back my mattress, and let you oil my springs,
I want you to grind me daddy, 'til the bells do ring.

Oh daddy, want you to shave 'em dry,
Oh great God daddy, if you can't shave 'em baby won't you try?

Now if [censored] was the one thing, that would take me to heaven,
I'd be [censored] all night, until the clock struck seven,

Oh daddy, want you to shave 'em dry,
Oh great God daddy, shave'em dry.

[Instrumental]

Now your nuts hang down like a damn bell pepper,
And your dick stands up like a steeple,
Your goddam ass-hole stands open like a church door,
And the crabs walks in like people.

Oh great God, Oh, shave 'em dry,
Please now baby, come on shave 'em dry.

A big sow gets fat from eating corn,
And a pig gets fat from sucking,
When you're sweetest as pork, fat like I am,
Great God, I got fat from [censored].

Oh great God, Oh, shave 'em dry,
Please now daddy, shave 'em dry.

My back is made of whalebone,
And your cock is made of brass,
And my [censored]' was made for workin' men's two dogs[?],
Great God, round to kiss my ass.

[ddubois]

I go to work
Like a doctor
When I rock the mic
You got to like
The way I operate
I make miracles happen
Just from rappin'
I'm so lyrically potent
And I'm flowin'
And explodin'
On the scene mean
I got the potential
To make you go
Then chill
I got the credentials
That is of which I chose
To make a rhyme
And chill
Then you know
I will fulfill
To make a couple of mill
As I build a guild
For all the rappers and skills
And kill the weak rappers and no thrills
Hang 'em an ephigy
If he's a sucker
Hang 'em to the left of me
Cause my right hand man
Is my mic stand and
The microphone that I own
And my game plan
Is keeping at a steady pace
Ain't no need for a rush
It ain't no race
I'ma hit the top
Just when I wanna
And it's a matter of time
And I'm gonna
Cause I know when to
Go 'head enter
The classic Moe Dee rap
That sent ya
Runnin' around
Holdin' ya head
Askin' ya homeboy
Yo man
You hear what he said
Another funky rhythm
Look at ya man
And give him a high five
Cause I'm live
Runnin' around with him
Telling everybody
Hanging out on the block
It's time to wake up
And check the clock
Punch it
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work
Like an architect
I build a rhyme some times it climbs so erect
Skyscrapers look like atoms
Cars electrons rollin' in patterns
Writing out word after word
With each letter it becomes visably better
Cause my foundation built a nation of rappers
And after I came off vaction
I came to roam
The land I own
And stand alone on the microphone
Daddy's home
Open the door playtime is over
Time to go to work and show the
Suckers in the place who run their face
The base and a taste of who's the ace
Start the race
I'm coming in first
With each verse
I build a curse
So rappers can't capture Moe Dee's rapture
After I got ya
I have to slap ya
Senseless with
Endless rhymes don't pretned this
Is anything short of stupendous
And when this rhyme is done
Your mind will become
So trapped in the rap
You'll lust on another one
You gotta wait it takes time
I don't write I build a rhyme
I draw plans draft the diagrams
An architect in effect
And it slams
And if it's weak when I'm done
Renovate and build another one
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work
Like a boxer
Train the brain and aim
To out fox ya
Like a punch my rhyme knocks ya
Some times it rocks ya
So hard it stops ya
Dead in your tracks
So power packed
Before you can react
You're flat on your back
Down for the count
Get up and dismount
Cause I'm coming
With an endless amount
Of words in a hurry
Like a flurry
A collage to camouflage
The power punch but don't worry
Knowledge is an antidote
I got hand of smoke
Writing at the speed of light with insight
I wrote
Rhymes at a level
So you can't relate
Unless you're intelligent
So stay awake
Sleepwalkers
Slick talkers
This time a native New Yorker's
Riding a crescendo wave to save the mental
State of the fan so he can understand my pencil
Rhymes in its highest form
I'm a drop it on ya like a bomb
When it explodes I'll blow up
A few casualties but so what
If you're slow
You blow
You know you go
I flow
I throw all pro
I go to work
I go to work
To say rap is not work
Is ludicrous
Whoever said it
Must be new to this
When you hear me
You'll compare me
To a prophet for profit
Not merely
Putting words together for
Recreation
Each rhyme's a dissertation
You wanna know my occupation
I get paid to rock the nation
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work

N.W.A.-"A Bitch is a Bitch"

[Eazy E]
Oh [censored]. I guess there's one less bitch you gotta worry about.

[Narrator]
Let's describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character
and attitude. If you will a snob. However in a view of NWA...

[Ice Cube]
A bitch is a bitch (bitch)
So if I'm poor or rich (word up)
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title bitch don't apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in 'em (yeah)
It's like a disease that's plagues their character
Takin' the women of America (yeah)
And it starts with a letter B
It makes a girl like that think she better than me (bitch)
See, some get mad and some just bury
But, yo, if the shoe fits wear it (wear it)
It makes 'em go deaf in the ear
That's why when you say 'hi' she won't say 'hi'
Are you the kind that think you're too damn fly?
Bitch eat [censored] 'n die (ha, ha)
Ice cube comin' at you at crazy pitch
(Why?) I think a bitch is a bitch

'Who the [censored] you think you're callin' a bitch you little ? muthafucka?
I dunno who the [censored] you think you're talkin' to. Let me tell you one
muthafuckin' thang, I'm not a...' [Eazy E] 'Bitch, shut the [censored] up.'

Yo, you can tell a girl that's out for the money (How?)
She look good and the bitch won't phony
She ain't no dummy she's right the ...
Yo, bitch [censored] when I'm driving
See a young nigga that's striving
You're thru' without a BMW
That's why a bitch is a bitch
I guess, or ether P-M-S
Here, test the girl that's kinda snobby (a'ight)
And I bet you dis a nigga is her hobby
And after she finished the test
Write today a B-I-T-C-H
And watch her get mad 'cause she know it's true (she know it)
But a nigga like me, I say '[censored] you'
Do like Ice Cube, slam her ass in a ditch (slam her ass)
'Cause a bitch is a bitch

'Why I gonna be a bitch?'
'I ain't call you no bitch. If you'd listen to a goddamn song it'd tell
you what a bitch is.'
'[censored] the song 'cause I'm not no muthafuckin' bitch.'
'I didn't say you was a bitch.'
'[censored] you, punk-ass nigga!'
'[censored] you, bitch!
'[censored] you! Who the [censored] you think you are?
'[censored] you! Suck my dick, bitch!

I once knew a bitch who got a slack
'Cause she playing me like she was all that
A bitch can be your best friend talking behind your back (yeah)
About who's [censored] who and who's getting fat
Look at yourself for me, (look bitch)
Now do you fall in this category?
Or you're the kind that won't bleak
'Cause you don't think, yo, [censored] stinks
Luckily I haven't had a drink
'Cause I'll down you ass
Than I'll clown your ass
'Cause the niggas I hang with ain't rich (I ain't rich)
We're all saying '[censored] you bitch!' (Word up!)
Now, what I can do with a hoe like you
Been your ass over then I'm thru'
? that you see Ice Cube ain't takin' no [censored]
(Why?) 'Cause I think a bitch is a bitch

[Narrator]
There you have it. The description of a bitch. Now ask yourself,
are they talking about you? Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry,
scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing bitch? Yep, you
probably are.

Bitch!

/end thread

[diebitter]

nice going to the whiskeytown ones, they are actually great lyrics rather than the lyrics of songs people like - never heard em before.

My top 5

5. The Message - Grandmaster Flash
4. In my life - The Beatles
3. She - Charles Aznavour
2. New Dawn Fades - Joy Division
1. You are my sunsine - various, but I pick Marge Simpson

You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away

The other night, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.


I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all some day.

You told me once, dear
You really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you've left me
And love another
You have shattered all my dreams.

(and yes, these are the lyrics to 'you are my sunshine', I'm not kidding!)

[craig r]

Bob Dylan: "Maggie's Farm"

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

[craig r]

Bright Eyes: "Road To Joy" or "I'm Wide Awake Its Morning"

The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city's cemetery's humming
I'm wide awake, it's morning
And I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses

I read the body count out of the paper
And now it's written all over my face
And no one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
But sometimes that's just the most comfortable place

So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But can't keep up with what I got

So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern men
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens

So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing
You know it's best to join the side that's gonna win
And no one's sure how all of this got started
But we're gonna make 'em God damn certain how it's gonna end

Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else's voice
But failures always sounded better
Let's [censored] it up, boys, make some noise

The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city's cemetery's humming
I'm wide awake, it's morning

[craig r]

Okay, my last one. Though I don't really like NIN, the Johnny Cash version is amazing: "hurt"

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

[Colonel Kataffy]

[ QUOTE ]
[ QUOTE ]
The correct answer is Thunder Road.

[/ QUOTE ]

[/ QUOTE ]

Since this thread got bumped out of no where, I'll highlight the best part of the best lyrics ever.


The boss:
[ QUOTE ]
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

[/ QUOTE ]

[whiskeytown]

word is that Trent Reznor wasn't too impressed with Johnny's version.

Then he saw the video and did a complete 180 -

RB

[reo]

It's amazing how some were bashing that douche Fred Durst from Limp Bizkit yet are giving praise to depressed loons.

[craig r]

[ QUOTE ]
word is that Trent Reznor wasn't too impressed with Johnny's version.

Then he saw the video and did a complete 180 -

RB

[/ QUOTE ]

That might be one of the most depressing videos ever; especially now that Cash is dead.

I don't understand why Reznor would be upset that Cash covered his song. I mean, this is fcking Johnny Cash.

craig

[diebitter]

Sorry, missed out the all-time best!

It's 'The Fonz' by Smash Mouth

I wanna try your shoes on
And wear them for a day
Learn to talk like you do
And say what I see
I'd talk like I knew something
That everyone wanted to hear

But you're the fonz

The definition of icy
The measure of what's up
You could play the tuba
And everyone would clap
Well I can play the tuba
And they all just shake their heads

Cause you're the fonz

I know its over for me
I know its over

Drove my car to the floor
And stood at the edge
When I woke up in heaven
Looked down and no one cared
But when you pulled your own trigger
They all gathered around to watch

Cause you're the fonz

[whiskeytown]

another good one - recorded in one take - I used to put this on repeat and set it to go about 10 times. which would be 4 hrs cause it's 13 min. long...

Gillian Welch - I Dream a Highway back to you..

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and rest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

John he's kicking out the footlights
The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band
Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand
I dream a highway back to you.

I think I'll move down into Memphis
And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue
I lie and wait until the wagons come
And dream a highway back to you.

The getaway kicking up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three-hour jones,
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come arrest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds?
Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram
I send a letter, don't know who I am
I dream a highway back to you.

I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now I'm gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you.

I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds
Fire-riding, wheeling when I lead em up
Drank whisky with my water, sugar in my tea
My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Now give me some of what you're having
I'll take you as a viper into my head
A knife into my bed, arsenic when I'm fed
I dream a highway back to you.

Hang overhead from all directions
Radiation from the porcelain light
Blind and blistered by the morning white
I dream a highway back to you.

Sunday morning at the diner
Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears
I watched the waitress for a thousand years
Saw a wheel within a wheel, heard a call within a call
I dreamed a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Step into the light, poor Lazarus
Don't lie alone behind the window shade
Let me see the mark death made
I dream a highway back to you.
I dream a highway back to you.

What will sustain us through the winter?
Where did last years lessons go?
Walk me out into the rain and snow
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you

I dream a highway back to you
Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you