Lyrical Perfection: Your Fave Lyrics

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Postby Ribbons on Wed Apr 04, 2007 2:37 am

girlkaz wrote:This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her
but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me.
- Death Cab For Cutie, Tiny Vessels


The best track on Transatlanticism, in my opinion. Very clever, subversive lyrics; it just keeps peeling back the facades of that particular relationship like an onion. Naming the song "Tiny Vessels" was a stroke of genius.
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Postby Nordling on Thu Apr 05, 2007 4:21 pm

My 2nd favorite R.E.M. song:

Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing (say, say, the light)
I'm very scared for this world
I'm very scared for me (say, say, the light)
Eviscerate your memory
Here's a scene
You're in the back seat laying down (say, say, the light)
The windows wrap around
To sound of the travel and the engine (say, say, the light)
All you hear is time stand still in travel
And feel such peace and absolute
The stillness still that doesn't end
But slowly drifts into sleep
The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen
And they're there for you
For you alone you are the everything

I think about this world a lot and I cry (say, say, the light)
And I've seen the films and the eyes
But I'm in this kitchen (say, say, the light)
Everything is beautiful
And she is so beautiful (say, say, the light)
She is so young and old
I look at her and I see the beauty (say, say, the light)
Of the light of music
The voices talking somewhere in the house
Late spring and you're drifting off to sleep
With your teeth in your mouth
You are here with me
You are here with me
You have been here and you are everything

Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing (say, say, the light)
I'm very scared for this world
I'm very scared for me (say, say, the light)
Eviscerate your memory
Here's a scene
You're in the back seat laying down (say, say, the light)
The windows wrap around
To sound of the travel and the engine (say, say, the light)
All you hear is time stand still in travel
And feel such peace and absolute
The stillness still that doesn't end
But slowly drifts into sleep
The greatest thing you've ever seen
And they're there for you
For you alone you are the everything
For you alone you are the everything
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Postby Ribbons on Tue May 15, 2007 7:33 pm

This is why I'm hot,
This is why I'm hot,
This is why I'm
This is why I'm
This is why I'm hot,
We hot cause we fly,
You ain't cause you not,
This is why,
This is why,
This is why I'm hot.

Best chorus evars. I was tempted to put this in the Poetry thread.
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Postby St. Alphonzo on Tue May 15, 2007 8:27 pm

PF Moon Deux wrote:I'm also fond of that 10cc number; "I'M NOT IN LOVE"


I keep your picture
Upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain
That's hiding there.
So don't you ask me
To give it back
I know you know it doesn't mean
that much to me.



Good tune.

EDIT: I'm quoting spirits!!! Yeaaahhggghh!
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Postby PF Moon Deux on Tue May 15, 2007 8:32 pm

Oh. Post deleted...

I WAS LOOKING FOR A JOB AND THEN I FOUND A JOB / AND HEAVEN KNOWS I'M MISERABLE NOW


2. "IT'S A MOTHERFUCKER" (Eels)

I'm also fond of that 10cc number; "I'M NOT IN LOVE"

*Was what I wrote*

Cheers Alphonzo, I'm far too lazy to do that myself.

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Re: Lyrical Perfection: Your Fave Lyrics

Postby Seppuku on Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:12 pm

The Homosexual by Momus

I love women but I'm thinking of giving in
I love women but what's the point of arguing
With the men from boarding schools and building sites
Who've told me I'm a homosexual all my life

One stop past Embankment and the coughs begin
Hell hath no fury like an insecure Englishman
You don't need psychoanalysts to translate this
'There is an open homosexual in our midst'

'The Homosexual' they call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse them
I'll make love with their women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their husbands will never hear

I love women but I take them by surprise
Pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs
Like their hairdressers and dressmakers I hear confessionals
Reserved for homosexual professionals

As I put their feet in stirrups with my limp wrist
(A trick I learned from a homosexual gynaecologist)
I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with
"I feel privileged you chose me to go straight with"

'The Homosexual' they call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse them
I'll make love with their women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their husbands will never hear

You who called me shirt-lifter in Chemistry class
You who sniggered "look out for your arse"
Now your women wash your shirts, now your kids are born, baby, look out for your horns

You who called me teapot, who plagued me with your bile
Guess who I've got coming to the boil
Why not grab the nettle I'll settle for being the kettle if you're the pot
I take my tea like my revenge: sweet and hot

'The Homosexual' they call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse them
I'll make love with their women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their husbands will never hear

'The Homosexual' you call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre you projected I will now pretend to be
Since your neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since your tone-deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse you
I'll make love with your women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
That you will never hear
Never in a million years
No fucking fear
Dale Tremont Presents...

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