chelle Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Been enjoying the new Ray Lamontagne CD. This song is one of my favorites. How Come People on the street now Faces long and grim Souls are feeling heavy And faith is growing thin Fears are getting stronger You can Feel them on the rise Hopelessness got some by the throat you can see it in their eyes I said how come How come Everybody on a shoestring Everybody in a hole Everybody crossing their fingers and toes Government man spin his politics till he got you pinned Everybody trying to reach out to each other But they don't know where to begin I said how come I can't tell the free world from living hell I said how come How come all I see is a child of god in misery I said how come the pistol now as profit The bullet some kind of lord and king But pain is the only promise that this so called savior is going to bring Love can be a liar And justice can be a thief And freedom can be an empty cup from which everybody want to drink I said how come I can't tell the free world from living hell I said how come How come all i see is a child of god in misery I said how come Its just man killing man Killing man Killing man Killing man Killing man I don't understand Its just man killing man Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty The world'll feel my truths Through my Hard Knock Life time My Gift and The Curse I gave you volume after volume of my work So you can feel my truths I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Yall can't fill my shoes) From my Blueprint beginnings To that Black Album endin Listen close you hear what i'm about Nigga feel my truths [Verse One] When pop died Didn't cry Didn't know him that well Between him doin Heroin And me doin Crack sales With that in the egg shell Standin at the tabernacle Rather the church Pratendin to be hurt Wouldn't work So a smirk was all on my face Like damn that mans face was just like my face So pop i forgive you For all the shit that i live through It wasn't all your fault Homie you got caught And to the same game i fault That Uncle Ray lost My big brothers and so many others i saw I'm just glad we got to see each other Talk and re-meet each other Save a place in Heaven Til the next time we meet forever [Chorus] [Verse Two] The music business hate me Cause the industry ain't make me Hustlers and boosters embrace me And the music i be makin I dump down for my audience And double my dollars They criticize me for it Yet they all yell "Holla" If skills sold Truth be told I'd probably be Lyricly Talib Kweli Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense (But i did five Mil) I ain't been rhymin like Common Sense When your sense got that much in common And you been hustlin since Your inception Fuck perception Go with what makes sense Since I know what i'm up against We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant And i can't help the poor if i'm one of them So i got rich and gave back To me that's the win, win The next time you see the homie and his rims spin Just know my mind is workin just like them (The rims that is) [Chorus] [Verse Three] My homie Sigel's on a tier Where no tears should fall Cause he was on the block where no squares get off See in my inner circle all we do is ball Til we all got triangles on our wall He ain't just rappin for the platinum Yall record I recall Cause i really been there before Four scores and seven years ago Prepared to flow Prepare for war I shall fear no man You don't hear me though These words ain't just paired to go In one ear out the other ear NO YO My balls and my word is alls i have What you gonna do to me? Nigga scars'll scab What you gonna box me homie? I can dodge and jab Three shots couldn't touch me Thank God for that I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back And the whole BK nigga holla back [Chorus] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alpinfox Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don’t start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin’ all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don’t flex nuts Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 Cuz real gangsta ass niggas don’t sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin’, pussy-eatin’ prankstas Cuz when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Double_E Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Led Zeppelin -- Friends Bright light almost blinding, black night still there shining, I can't stop, keep on climbing, looking for what I knew. Had a friend, she once told me, "You got love, you ain't lonely," Now she's gone and left me only looking for what I knew. Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now, Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just... Met a man on the roadside crying, without a friend, there's no denying, You're incomplete, they'll be no finding looking for what you knew. So anytime somebody needs you, don't let them down, although it grieves you, Some day you'll need someone like they do, looking for what you knew. Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now, Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Frieh Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 [Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cuz he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hessitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to proof to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto ... capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to proof he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the corpse, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but he ????? turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cuz he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cuz now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cuz he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cuz god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cuz the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Frieh Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster I-C-E cold, nice to be old Y2G steed twice to threefold He sold scrolls, lo and behold Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told Keep your glory, gold and glitter For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!' It's like they know what's 'bout to happen Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain' Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it And can they testify from inner spirit In living, the true gods Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords' And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords Or even one with two blades on it Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it It's like the end to the means Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends That's why he brings his own needles And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos.. Slip like Freudian Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion (Humming) When he had the mic you don't go next Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex Exercise index won't need Boflex And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChrisT Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 at least chelle was good enough to credit the author of the lyrics Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
b-rock Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Hey hey hey all you girls in these Industrial towns I know you’re prob’ly gettin’ tired Of all the local clowns They never give you no respect They never treat you nice So perhaps you oughta try A little friendly advice And be a crew slut Hey, you’ll love it Be a crew slut It’s a way of life Be a crew slut See the world Don’t make a fuss, just get on the bus Crew slut Add water makes it’s own sauce Be a crew slut So you don’t forget, call before midnite tonite The boys in the crew Are just waiting for you You never to get move around You never go nowhere I know yer prob’ly gettin’ tired Of all the guys out there You always wondered what it’s like To go from place to place So, darlin’, take a little ride On the mixer’s face Be a crew slut Just follow the magic footprints Be a crew slut Hey, you’ll love it! Be a crew slut It’s a way of life I ain’t gonna squash it And you don’t need to wash it! Crew slut Hey, I’ll buy you a pizza Crew slut Of course I’ll introduce you to warren The boys in the crew Are only waiting for you - FZ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Frieh Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 at least chelle was good enough to credit the author of the lyrics That me free stylin' on the key board (I wish). Post 1 is Immortal Technique off his first album Revolutionary Vol. 1. Immortal makes Rage Against the Machine look soft with his lyrics... he is so politically active that the opening on his second album (Revolutionary Vol 2) is preformed by Mumia Abu-Jamal live from death row. Voted best NY underground MC in 2003. Post 2 is MF DOOM killing it on the Madvillain: Madvillainy album he put out this year on Stones Throw records. MF currently raps under the aliases Viktor Vaughn, King Geedorah, and is in bands KMD, Madvillain (with Madlib doing the beats), MF DOOM/MF Grimm (beats), and a few other side projects. This year alone MF put out 4 albums (MF DOOM: MM FOOD, MF DOOM: MM Leftovers, Viktor Vaugh: Venomous Villain [VV:2] and Madvillain: Madvillainy) ... any one of these tops any mainstream shit out there... past or present. Look for at least 2 of MF's albums in even mainstream critics top 10 lists for the year. If you want a CD copy of either of these (or other stuff) shoot me a pm… I hook ya up sucka! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alasdair Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Down down, you bring me down I hear you knocking at my door and I can't sleep at night Your face, it has no place No room for you inside my house I need to be alone Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do Turn turn, I wish you'd learn There's a time and place for everything I've got to get it through Cut loose, you're no use I couldn't stand another second in your company Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do Stone me, why can't you see You're a no-one nowhere washed up baby who'd look better dead Your tongue is far too long I don't like the way it sucks and slurps upon my every word Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do I am the resurrection and I am the light I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like I am the resurrection and I am the light I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KaskadskyjKozak Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Bright light almost blinding, black night still there shining, I can't stop, keep on climbing, looking for what I knew. Had a friend, she once told me, "You got love, you ain't lonely," Now she's gone and left me only looking for what I knew. Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now, Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just... Met a man on the roadside crying, without a friend, there's no denying, You're incomplete, they'll be no finding looking for what you knew. So anytime somebody needs you, don't let them down, although it grieves you, Some day you'll need someone like they do, looking for what you knew. Mmm, I'm telling you now, The greatest thing you ever can do now, Is trade a smile with someone who's blue now, It's very easy just... Great song to play on an acoustic guitar... funky tuning though... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bigwalling Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 13. Payback You need to take a closer look at me Cause I was born to be the thorn in your side No matter what you think you're gonna see You never wanted this barrage of fucking pride You don't want none of me You've got a fucking catheter in your brain Pissing your common sense away When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight For my own peace of mind - I'm going to Tear your fucking eyes out Rip your fucking flesh off Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass Fuck you and your progress Watch me fucking regress You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing Payback's a bitch motherfucker You only live to be a parasite Your life must suck when nothing's going your way Everything melts away before your eyes You're just a punk that doesn't have the sense to get away Get the fuck away You've got a fucking catheter in your brain Pissing your common sense away When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight For my own peace of mind - I'm going to Tear your fucking eyes out Rip your fucking flesh off Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass Fuck you and your progress Watch me fucking regress You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing Payback's a bitch motherfucker I will never become your fucking scapegoat I don't know how it feels to come up short I only want vengeance To come shining down on me I don't want you to die Before I get the chance to kill you myself You've got a fucking catheter in your brain Pissing your common sense away This is for the mindfuck This is for the hell of it This is for me- I'm going to Tear your fucking eyes out Rip your fucking flesh off Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass Fuck you and your progress Watch me fucking regress You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing Tear your fucking eyes out Rip your fucking flesh off Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass Fuck you and your progress Watch me fucking regress You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing Now you're nothing Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bogen Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Light as the Breeze, Leonard Cohen She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don't matter how you worship as long as you're down on your knees. So I knelt there at the delta, at the alpha and the omega, at the cradle of the river and the seas. And like a blessing come from heaven for something like a second I was healed and my heart was at ease. O baby I waited so long for your kiss for something to happen, oh something like this. And you're weak and you're harmless and you're sleeping in your harness and the wind going wild in the trees, and it ain't exactly prison but you'll never be forgiven for whatever you've done with the keys. O baby I waited ... It's dark now and it's snowing O my love I must be going, The river has started to freeze. And I'm sick of pretending I'm broken from bending I've lived too long on my knees. Then she dances so graceful and your heart's hard and hateful and she's naked but that's just a tease. And you turn in disgust from your hatred and from your love and she comes to you light as the breeze. O baby I waited ... There's blood on every bracelet you can see it, you can taste it, and it's Please baby please baby please. And she says, Drink deeply, pilgrim but don't forget there's still a woman beneath this resplendent chemise. So I knelt there at the delta, at the alpha and the omega, I knelt there like one who believes. And the blessings come from heaven and for something like a second I'm cured and my heart is at ease Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChrisT Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 *sigh* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Neil Young "T-Bone" Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone No T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Got mashed potatoes Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Ain't got no T-Bone Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Double_E Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Kiss my aura, Dora -Zappa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
selkirk Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay. I sleep all night. I work all day. Mounties : He's a lumberjack, and he's okay. He sleeps all night and he works all day. I cut down trees. I eat my lunch. I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea. Mounties: He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch. He goes to the lavatory. On Wednesdays he goes shopping And has buttered scones for tea. Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay. I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day. I cut down trees. I skip and jump. I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing And hang around in bars. Mounties : He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps. He likes to press wild flowers. He puts on women's clothing And hangs around in bars?! Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay. I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day. I cut down trees. I wear high heels, Suspendies, and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, Just like my dear Mama (or Papa in later versions) Mounties : He cuts down trees. He wears high heels, Suspendies, and a bra?! Chorus : I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) okay. I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day. Yes, I'm (He's) a lumberjack, and I'm (he's) ok-a-y. I (He) sleep(s) all night and I (he) work(s) all day. Lumberjack can also be substituted with canadian Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ireneo_Funes Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 You just can't beat Leonard Cohen. Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChrisT Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 You just can't beat B. Dylan either It's alright Ma (I'm only Bleeding) Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Black Wings (Tom Waits/K. Brennan) Take an eye for an eye Take a tooth for a tooth Just like they say in the Bible Never leave a trace or forget a face Of any man at the table When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger Sharp enough to draw blood from a stone He rides through your dreams on a coach And horses and the fence posts In the midnight look like bones Well they've stopped trying to hold him With mortar, stone and chain He broke out of every prison Boots mount the staircase The door is flung back open He's not there for he has risen He's not there for he has risen Well he once killed a man with a guitar string He's been seen at the table with kings Well he once saved a baby from drowning There are those who say beneath his coat there are wings Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him Ever having met him He can turn himself into a stranger Well they broke a lot of canes on his hide he was born away in a cornfield A fever beats in his head like a drum inside Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him Ever having met him Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bogen Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Neil Young "T-Bone" I couldn't believe this was a real song... Just Another Line in the Field of Time Neil Young News Neil Young's lyrics have always been deceptively simple yet intricately complex. It is this simple complexity which make Young's lyrics so intriguing. Many argue that Neil is no Bob Dylan and this is quite true. Where Dylan's lyrics are often downright inscrutable yielding innumerable interpretations, Young's can sometimes border on trite and cliche or even downright silly. I never understood the cult following this guy has. Is it a celebration of the "downright silly," or what? Here is another of my favorites, though you would need to hear Sarah Brightman sing it to get the full effect. I don't know who wrote it, it's from a musical in the 30's or something. I used to sing this to my kids at bedtime, when they were young enough to like that sort of thing. Dreamers have mountains they will climb There are dreamers who don't believe in time Only dreamers have worlds where they can fly far away. Certain dreamers have kingdoms they will build, Filled with treasures and dragons to be killed Only dreamers have wings with which to fly far away. Some people dream of being rich, While others dream of being tall And there are people who don't dream at all. Dreamers have shooting stars they chase, There are others with nightmares they must face. Sometimes dreamers are forced to leave their dreams far away. And there are people who don't dream at all. Sometimes you need to take the time To find treasures and mountains we can climb. And maybe we dream to change the way that we feel, 'Cause to dreamers the real world can be unreal. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alasdair Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends Oh baby It might seem like a crush But it doesn't mean that I'm serious 'Cause to lose all my senses That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby CHORUS: Oops!...I did it again I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oh baby, baby Oops!...You think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent You see my problem is this I'm dreaming away Wishing that heroes, they truly exist I cry, watching the days Can't you see I'm a fool in so many ways But to lose all my senses That is just so typically me Baby, oh Repeat CHORUS Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah "All aboard" "Britney, before you go, there's something I want you to have" "Oh, it's beautiful, but wait a minute, isn't this...?" "Yeah, yes it is" "But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end" "Well baby, I went down and got it for you" "Oh, you shouldn't have" Oops!...I did it again to your heart Got lost in this game, oh baby Oops!...You think that I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bogen Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 I know I may come off quiet, may come off shy But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy What's practical, what's logical, what the hell who cares All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there I'm a slaaaaaaaaaaave for you I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I'm a slaaaaaaaaaaave for you I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it Baby, don't you wanna dance up on me (I just want to dance next to you), to another time and place Oh baby, don't you wanna dance up on me (Are you ready?), Leaving behind my name and age Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sobo Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. We're Knights of the Round Table. Our shows are formidable, But many times we're given rhymes That are quite unsingable. We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. In war we're tough and able, Quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot. I have to push the pram a lot. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
glacier Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 Jim White "Handcuffed To A Fence In Mississippi" I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi. My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss. I see flying squirrels and nightmares of stigmata. Then awakening to find my Trans-Am gone. Still, I'm feeling pretty good about the future. Yeah, everything is peaches but the cream. I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi, where things is always better than they seem. Things is always better than they seem. I see the guitar that my cousin played in prison, floating with the tv in the swimming pool. I'm calling for the owner of the motel, then noticing the bloodstain on the door. I'm reaching for the shoes under the bushes, just in time to hear the sirens sing. I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi, where things is always better than they seem. Things is always better than they seem. You know freedom's just a stupid superstition, 'cause life's a highway that you travel blind. It's true that having fun's a terminal addiction. What good is happiness, when it's just a state of mind? For in the prison of perpetual emotion, we're all shackled to the millstone of our dreams. Me, I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi, where things is always better than they seem. Things are always better than they seem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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