Good lyrics

[Bill_Simpkins]

" In the wooden chair

Beside my window

I wear a face born in the falling rain

I talk to shadows from a lonely candle

Recite the phrases from the wall

I can’t explain this holy pain

 

Six days ago my life had taken a tumble

The orders came from high above they say

A need to use me once again they’ve got my number

Further the cause boy yes you know the game

 

I’ll wait here for days longer

Till the sister comes to wash my sins away

She is the lady that can ease my sorrow

She brings the only friend

That helps me find my way

 

I search the past back to a time

When I was younger

A target for the new society

Picked to displace the leaders

Countering objectives

Of this new underground reality

 

Waiting for days longer

’til sister comes to wash my sins away

She is the lady that can ease my sorrow

My love for her

Will help me find my way

 

My mission saved the world

And I stood proud

My mission changed the world

It turned my life around

 

I look around my room is filled with candles

Each one a story but they end the same

I’ll hide away in here the law will never find me

The walls will tell the story of my pain

 

Waiting for days longer

Till sister comes to wash my sins away

She is the lady who can ease my sorrow

She sets the pace for my delivery of pain

 

They’ll say my mission saved the world

And I stood proud

My mission changed the world

The underground will rise and

Save this world we’ll all stand proud

Our mission changed the world, we’ll change the world

We’ll all stand proud"

 

Queensryche, "The Mission"

[ChrisT]

I always thought Bjork had good lyrics but only snoboy may share my fascination with B.

 

"Hyper Ballad"

 

we live on a mountain

right at the top

there's a beautiful view

from the top of the mountain

every morning i walk towards the edge

and throw little things off

like:

car-parts, bottles and cutlery

or whatever i find lying around

 

it's become a habit

a way

to start the day

 

i go through this

before you wake up

so i can feel happier

to be safe up here with you

 

it's real early morning

no-one is awake

i'm back at my cliff

still throwing things off

i listen to the sounds they make

on their way down

i follow with my eyes 'til they crash

imagine what my body would sound like

slamming against those rocks

 

and when it lands

will my eyes

be closed or open?

 

i'll go through all this

before you wake up

so i can feel happier

to be safe up here with you

[Dru]

They tell us that

We lost our tails

Evolving up

From little snails

I say it’s all

Just wind in sails

Are we not men?

We are devo!

We’re pinheads now

We are not whole

We’re pinheads all

Jocko homo

Are we not men?

D-e-v-o

Monkey men all

In business suit

Teachers and critics

All dance the poot

Are we not men?

We are devo!

Are we not men?

D-e-v-o

God made man

But he used the monkey to do it

Apes in the plan

We’re all here to prove it

I can walk like an ape

Talk like an ape

I can do what a monkey can do

God made man

But a monkey supplied the glue

We must repeat

O.k. let’s go!

[Bill_Simpkins]

Bjork has some great lyrics, and music.

[Dru]

Lizard Lady

What's a woman going to do

But throw away her bread;

Her feet are feeling funny

As she lies beneath the bed;

She reminisces of the pungent Adriatic Sea,

And then she crawls and counts her cans

And twitches like a flea.

 

What she really likes to do

Is sit upon a pew,

And make believe that time has stopped

And motionless is new;

Planes are stranded in the sky

And drains are stopping, too,

And she alone is laughing under

Eyelids full of flu.

She scurries hurries worries that

The wicked will receive

Their candy from a handsome man

And coffee from a thief;

She gazes at a hourglass and

Asks it if it cares,

And then she wonders if the lizard

Likes his lettuce rare:

 

 

"Lizard, yes a lizard, little lizard of the sea,

Conspicuously alcoholic, flicks his tongue at me!

Release me lizard! Licking lizard,

blizzard of the bea,

Mushed inside a sock you still

dare me --- to die

Dare me to die --- at home..."

 

"Coating all my lungs with honey,

Sticky coating running runny,

Feet of lizard fly!

And stop and fly and stop and fly

And flicker tongue is licking out

To find me --- feel me. Hide!

Hide from the tongue!

The tongue is coming! Cruising! Oozing!

Over land and under ashes,

In the sunlight, see -- it flashes,

Find a fly and eat his eye,

But don't believe in me.

Don't believe in me.

Don't believe in me."

[sobo]

They tell us that

We lost our tails

Evolving up

From little snails

I say it’s all

Just wind in sails

Are we not men?

We are devo!

...

 

W.A. Yankovic has got to write some of the most incredibly funny lyrics ever, I don't care who you are.

[Dru]

big dumb town

Now when the city was in flame you were on the phone

Sellin' fire hoses at a premium loan

Yeah the bankers all smile but when you pass they frown

You're just a little too smart for a big dumb town

 

Now we seen you drivin' down the boulevard

You throw that trash but not in your backyard

But like Newton and the apple what goes up comes down

You're still a little too smart for a big dumb town

 

 

We'll all applaud when you break on through

"He's a genius, boys, but then we always knew..."

 

 

Yeah, lofty possibilities, you never had a doubt

We'd all scream from the bleachers when you'd always strike out

But now you're way out in front and you look glory bound

You're just a little too smart for a big dumb town

 

 

Now when the world is over, clocks run outta wind

Somebody will scrape through the ruins and find

A little picture of you and in a file they found

Sayin' just a little too smart for a big dumb town

 

 

Now you speak so soft but in your heart you're cold

In a tower of glass you've got a mountain of gold

Yeah you talk real sharp but we'll soon cut you down

You're still a little too smart for a big dumb town

[jordop]

"I sing because I live with Satan.

The Lord turns me off -- there's no escaping it.

Here's to my sweet Satan, whose power is Satan.

He will give you 666.

I live for Satan."

 

http://www.superseventies.com/stairway.html

[Dru]

"The ancient Egyptians postulated seven souls, Top soul, and the first to leave at the moment of death, is Ren, the Secret Name. This corresponds to my Director, He directs the film of your life from conception to death. The Secret Name is the title of your film. When you die, that's where Ren came in.

Second soul, and second one off the sinking ship, is Sekem: Energy, Power, Light The Director gives the orders, Sekem presses the right buttons.

Number three is Khu, the Guardian Angel. He, she, or it is third man out . . . depicted as flying away across a full moon, a bird with luminous wings and head of light. Sort of thing you might see on a screen in an Indian restaurant in Panama. The Khu is responsible for the subject and can be injured in his defense- but not permanently, since the first three souls are eternal. They go beck to Heaven for another vessel.

The four remaining souls must take their chances with the subject in the Land of the Dead. Number four is Ba, the heart, often treacherous. This is a hawk's body with your face on it, shrunk down to the size of a fist. Many a hero has been brought down, like Samson, by a perfidious Ba.

Number five is Ka, the Double, most closely associated with the subject. The Ka, which usually reaches adolescence at the time of bodily death, is the only reliable guide through the Land of the Dead to the western Lands.

Number six is Khaibit, the Shadow, Memory, your whole past conditioning from this and other lives.

Number seven is Sekhu, the Remains.

I first encountered this concept in Norman Mailer's, Ancient Evenings, and saw that it corresponded precisely with my own mythology, developed over a period of many years, since birth in fact.

Ren, the Director, the Secret Name, is your life story, your destiny-in one word or one sentence, what was your life about? Nixon: Watergate. Billy the Kid: Quien es?

And what is the Ren of the Director?

Actors frantically packing in thousands of furnished rooms and theatrical hotels: "Don't bother with all that junk, John. The Director is on stage! And you know what that means in show biz: every man for himself."

Sekem corresponds to my Technician: ,Lights. Action. Camera. ' "Look, boss, we don't got enough Sek to fry an elderly woman in a fleabag hotel fire. And yoa want s hurricane?" "Well, Joe, we'll just have to start faking it"

"Fucking moguls don't even know what buttons to push or what happens when you push them. Sure; start faking it and leave the details to Joe."

Look, from a real disaster you get a pig of Sek: sacrifice, tears, heartbreak, heroism and violent death. Always remember, one case of VD yields more Sek than a cancer ward. And you get the lowest acts of which humans are capable-remember the Italian steward who put on women's clothes and so filched a seat in a lifeboat? "A cur in human shape, certainly he was born and saved to set a new standard by which to judge infamy and shame." With a Sek surplus you can underwrite the next one, but if the first one's a fake you can't underwrite a shithouse. Sekem is second man out: 'No power left in this set" He drinks a bicarbonate of soda and disappears in a belch.

Lots of people don't have a Khu these days. No Khu would work for them. Mafioso Don: "Get offa me, Khu crumb! Worka for a living!"

Ba, the Heart: that's sex. Always treacherous. Suck all the Sek out of a man. Many Bas, have poison juices.

The Ka is about the only soul a man can trust. If you don't make it, he don't make it. But it is very difficult to contact your real Ka.

Sekhu is the physical body, and the planet is mostly populated with walking Sekhus, just enough Sek to keep them moving.

The Venusian invasion is a takeover of the souls. Ren is degraded by Hollywood down to John Wayne levels. Sekem works for the Company. The Khus are all transparent fakes. The Bas is rotten with AIDS. The Ka is paralyzed. Khaibit sits on yon like a nagging wife. Sekhu is poisoned with radiation and contaminants and cancer.

There is intrigue among the souls, and treachery. No worse fate can befall a man than to be surrounded by traitor souls. And what about Mr. Eight-Ball, who has these souls? They don't exist without him, and he gets the dirty end of every stick.

Eights of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your dirty rotten vampires: A hundred years ago there were rat-killing .dogs known as "Fancies." A man bet on his "Fancy," how many rata he would kill. The rats were confined in a circular arena too high for a rat to jump over. But they formed pyramids, so that the top rats could escape. Sekhu is bottom rat in the pyramid. Like the vital bottom integer in a serial, when that goes, the whole serial universe gone up in smoke. It never existed.

Angelic boys who walk on water, sweet inhuman voices from a distant star. The Khu, sweet -bird of night, with luminous wings and a head of light, flies across the full moon . . . a born-again redneck raise's his shotgun. . . .

"Stinkin' Khu!"

The Egyptians recognized many degrees of immortality. The Ren and the Sekem and the Khu are relatively immortal, but still subject to injury. The other souls who survive physical death are much more precariously situated.

Can any soul survive the searing fireball of an atomic blast? If humans and animal souls are seen as electromagnetic force fields, such fields could be totally disrupted by a nuclear explosion. The mummy's 'nightmare: disintegration of souls, and this is precisely the ultrasecret and supersensitive function of the atom bomb: a Soul Killer, to alleviate an escalating soul glut."

 

 

I know this isn't really lyrics per se but Material built three tracks around the WS Burroughs sample given here. I always play it at Halloween

[jordop]

http://www.aprilwinchell.com/multimedia/media/mp3/StairwaytoGilligan%2Emp3

 

I found it

[olyclimber]

http://www.aprilwinchell.com/multimedia/media/mp3/StairwaytoGilligan%2Emp3

 

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I found it

 

The site you just came from is stealing our bandwidth.

[Squid]

The piano has been drinking

My necktie is asleep

And the combo went back to new york

The jukebox has to take a leak

And the carpet needs a haircut

And the spotlight looks like a prison break

Cause the telephone's out of cigarettes

And the balcony's on the make

And the piano has been drinking

The piano has been drinking...

 

And the menus are all freezing

And the lightman's blind in one eye

And he can't see out of the other

And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid

And he showed up with his mother

And the piano has been drinking

The piano has been drinking

 

Cause the bouncer is a sumo wrestler

Cream puff casper milk toast

And the owner is a mental midget

With the i.q. of a fencepost

Cause the piano has been drinking

The piano has been drinking...

 

And you can't find your waitress

With a geiger counter

And she hates you and your friends

And you just can't get served

Without her

And the box-office is drooling

And the bar stools are on fire

And the newspapers were fooling

And the ash-trays have retired

The piano has been drinking

The piano has been drinking

The piano has been drinking

Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me

[Double_E]

We all know of Rudolph and his shining nose

And we all know Frosty who's made out of snow

But all of those stories seem kind of... gay

`Cause we all know who brightens up our holiday

 

Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo

Small and brown he comes from you

Sit on the toilet here he comes

Squeeze him 'tween your festive buns

 

A present from down below

Spreading joy with a "Howdy-Ho!"

He's seen the love inside of you

`Cause he's a piece of poo

 

Sometimes he's nutty

Sometimes he's corny

He can be brown or greenish brown

(Mmmmhmmm!)

But if you eat fiber on Christmas eve

He might come to your town!

 

Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo

He loves me, I love you

Therefore, vicariously he loves you!

 

I can make a Mr. Hankey too! (Pffffft)

 

Cartman: Well Kyle where is he?

Kyle: Ehh .. He's coming!

Stan: Come on dude, push!

Kyle: Ehhhh... I'm Trying!

Cartman: Wait, wait I can see his head!

Kyle: Here he comes!

 

[POP!]

 

 

Mr. Hankey: Howdy Ho!

 

I'm Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo

Seasons Greetings to all of you!

Let's sing songs and dance and play

Now before I melt away.

 

Here's a game I like to play

Stick me in your mouth and try to say

Howdy ho ho yum yum yum

Christmas Time has come!

 

Singers: Sometimes He's runny

Sometimes he's firm

Sometimes he practically water.

Sometimes he hangs off the end of your ass

And wont fall in the toilet

'Cause he's just clinging to your sphincter

And he wont drop off .. and so you shake your ass around

And try to get it to drop in the toilet and finally it does.

 

Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo

When Christmas leaves he must leave too.

Flush him down but he's never gone

His smell and his spirit linger on.

 

Howdy Ho!

[Dave_Schuldt]

Kiss my aura, Dora

-Zappa

 

It's real angora.

[glacier]

I'm....a little bit girlish

I don't like to do boy things

I'm a little bit girlish

I don't like to do boy things

I don't like organized football

I don't like organized anything

I'm a little bit girlish

I don't belch in public

[Alpinfox]

 

Dru, Hallucination Engine

 

___________________________

 

 

Well I'm wilder than her

what else can I say

I guess that's why she fell in love with me

She's a house on fire

She's got all those charms

I'm a house on fire, too

But I got four alarms

 

And I'm wilder than her

And it drives her out of her mind

I guess she thought that she was just one of a kind

But she's a summer storm

And I'm a hurricane

One just blows through town

One blows the town away

And I'm wilder than her

 

 

When we go drivin' in our cars

Racing through the night

She can drive as fast as me

But she stops at all the lights

She says it's 'cause I'm crazy

And she's probably right

But I think that the reason is that I'm twice as wild

 

And I'm wilder than her

And it drives her out of her mind

I guess she thought that she was just one of a kind

But she's a summer storm

And I'm a hurricane

One just blows through town

One blows the town away

And I'm wilder than her

 

But when she takes my hand

And she looks me in the eye

I see something that I've never seen in my life

 

She takes the fire

And turns it down low

She takes the night

And makes it not so cold

She takes the distance

And breaks it into miles

She makes my life just a little less wild

 

And I'm wilder than her

And it drives her out of her mind

I guess she thought that she was just one of a kind

But she's a summer storm

And I'm a hurricane

One just blows through town

One blows the town away

And I'm wilder than her

[Dru]

"If you don't like my fire, then don't come around, cause I'm gonna burn one dow-ow-own, yes I'm gonna burn one down"

 

[Dru]

Who you tryin to get crazy with, ese?

Don't you know I'm loco?

 

 

[b-Real]

Put the one on the flame, boiling temper

Just toss that ham in the frying pan, like spam

Get done when I come and slam

Damn, I feel like the

Son Of Sam

Don't make me wreck shit, hectic

Next, get the check

Got me going like General Electric

And the lights are blinking I'm thinking

It's all over when I go out drinking

Ohh, makin my mind slow

That's why I don't fuck with the big 4-O

Bro, I got to maintain

Cause a nigga like me is going insane

 

 

CHORUS:

Insane in the membrane (Insane in the brain)

Insane in the membrane (Insane in the brain)

Insane in the membrane (Crazy insane, got no brain)

Insane in the membrane (Insane in the brain)

 

 

[sen Dog]

Do my shit undercover,

Now it's time for the blubba blabber,

To watch that belly get fatter

Fat boy on a diet, don't try it

I'll jack yo' ass like a looter in a riot

My shit's phat like a sumo,

Slammin that ass

Leavin yo' face in the grass

Cause you know,

I don't take a duro lightly

Punks just jealous

Cause they can't outwrite me

Or kick that style, wicked, wild

Happy face nigga never seen me smile

Rip that mainframe, I'll explain

A nigga like me is going insane

 

 

-CHORUS-

 

Insane in the brain, in the brain (4x)

 

 

[b-Real]

Like Louis Armstrong played the trumpet

I'll hit that bong

And break ya off somethin

Soon I got to get my props

Cops come and try

To snatch my crops

These pigs wanna blow my house down

Head underground, to the next town

They get mad when they come to raid my pad

And I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad

Yes, I'm the pirate

Pilot of this ship

If I get with the ultraviolet dream

Hide from the red light beam

Now do you believe in the unseen?

Look, but don't make your eyes strain

A nigga like me is goin insane

 

 

-CHORUS-

 

Insane in the brain (4x)

[catbirdseat]

Lyrics by Mark Murphy

to Dat Dere, by Thelonius Monk

 

Hey Daddy what's a square?

And where do we get air?

And Daddy, oh hey Daddy what and why and where?

Hey Daddy what dat dere?

And what dey doing dere?

And Daddy can I have that big elephant over there?

Edited December 10, 2004 by catbirdseat

[pope]

This is just a little samba,

built upon a single note

Other notes are sure to follow

but the root is still that note ...

 

Now this new note is the consequence

of the one we've just been through

As I'm bound to be the unavoidable

consequence of you ...

 

There's so many people

who can talk and talk and talk

And just say nothing or nearly nothing

 

I have used up all the scale

I know and at the end I've come

To nothing I mean nothing

 

So I come back to my first note

as I must come back to you

I will pour into that one note

all the love I feel for you

 

Any one who wants the whole show show

do-re-mi-fa-so-la-si-do

He will find himself with no show

better play the note you know.

[pope]

W.A. Yankovic has got to write some of the most incredibly funny lyrics ever, I don't care who you are.

 

You bet!

 

Bob

by Al Yankovic

 

Lyrics:

 

I, man, am regal - a German am I

Never odd or even

If I had a hi-fi

Madam, I'm Adam

Too hot to hoot

No lemons, no melon

Too bad I hid a boot

Lisa Bonet ate no basil

Warsaw was raw

Was it a car or a cat I saw?

 

Rise to vote, sir

Do geese see God?

"Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod

Rats live on no evil star

Won't lovers revolt now?

Race fast, safe car

Pa's a sap

Ma is as selfless as I am

May a moody baby doom a yam?

 

Ah, Satan sees Natasha

No devil lived on

Lonely Tylenol

Not a banana baton

No "x" in "Nixon"

O, stone, be not so

O Geronimo, no minor ego

"Naomi," I moan

"A Toyota's a Toyota"

A dog, a panic in a pagoda

 

Oh no! Don Ho!

Nurse, I spy gypsies - run!

Senile felines

Now I see bees I won

UFO tofu

We panic in a pew

Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo

God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!

Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog

[pope]

Let's build a stairway to the stars

And climb that stairway to the stars

With Love beside us

To fill the night with a song

We'll hear the sound of violins

Out yonder where the blue begins

The moon will guide us

As we go drifting along.

 

Can't we sail away on a lazy daisy petal

Over the rim of the hills?

Can't we sail away on a little dream

Settle high on the crest of a thrill?

 

Let's build a stairway to the stars

A lovely lovely stairway to the stars

It would be heaven

To climb to heaven with you

 

Let's build a stairway to the stars

And climb that stairway to the stars

Yes we're climbing

Climbing to that stairway to the stars

Stars, stars, stars

The sound of violins

Way out yonder where the blue begins

The moon will guide us

As we go drift drift drifting along

 

Can't we sail away on a lazy daisy petal

Over the rim of the hills?

Can't we sail away on a little dream

Settle high on the crest of a thrill?

 

Keep building the stairway to the stars

A lovely stairway to the stars

It would be heaven

Heaven to climb with you.

[catbirdseat]

 

You bet!

 

Bob

by Al Yankovic

 

Lyrics:

 

I, man, am regal - a German am I

Never odd or even

If I had a hi-fi

Madam, I'm Adam

Too hot to hoot

No lemons, no melon

Too bad I hid a boot

I've never before heard of a song in which every line is a palindrome. That is cool.

[pope]

And they rhyme! Al's a genius in France! Now contrast this with some of the unimaginative, vulgar/violent crap these kids are quoting in this thread. This country really is going down the toilet in a commodial spiral.

[catbirdseat]

And they rhyme! Al's a genius in France! Now contrast this with some of the unimaginative, vulgar/violent crap these kids are quoting in this thread. This country really is going down the toilet in a commodial spiral.

You got THAT right!